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angstyaches · 10 months

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that was SO cute, elliot and felix abducting shayne for gossip is TOP tier lmaooo i love them so much

ooh also, if you’re taking requests for full fics, we haven’t had a sick felix in so long!

how about felix absolutely flattened by a stomach flu and a very Very sweet and gentle Elliot? ooh and bonus for shayne, nancy and ryan randomly dropping in to take care of him too! (now i know it’s technically impossible for him to be THIS out of commission because of his vamp immunity but let’s pretend? or maybe he can be sick because of something else?)🍄

Sleepy Prompts (1: "Come on, love. It's time to get up." 9: "You're always so beautiful first thing in the morning. Must be the way the sunlight hits you.")

CW: sickness, mentions of poor mental health, anxiety, Alzheimer's mention, emeto, stomach noises, sickness, mention of poor immune system.

Word Count: 3,000ish

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Not that he ever gave it much thought, but if he could have chosen a supernatural ability, Felix would have chosen the power to wake up beautifully. Maybe then he wouldn’t have greeted the gentle kiss that Elliott pressed to his sleeping lips with a snort and a groan and an immediate, abrasive throbbing in his head.

Oh, if only he could have rolled over, leaning his cheek into the palm that Elliott used to cup his face, and break into a slow smile as his eyelids fluttered, heavy with exhaustion yet eager to feast on that day’s first glimpse of Elliott’s face. How lovely if mornings could be as glamorous as they were in movies, when the main character finally woke up in the bed of the right person, having made the right decision to stay with them.

But Felix rarely woke up with beauty, or grace, or romance.

And today was no different.

“Come on, gorgeous,” Elliott cooed. Through the slitted gaps in his eyelids, Felix saw that the curtains had been opened a crack, and soft yellow light danced about the outline of Elliott’s long, sweeping hair. “Time to wake up.”

“No-o-o.” Sickly, watery saliva was gathering in Felix’s cheeks, and the effort of swallowing it was almost too overwhelming to even attempt.

“Aw, boo, you’re sweating. Let’s get you out of these covers.” Elliott slipped into using a frustratingly clinical tone as he rolled back the blanket and folded it along the bare, inward curve at the base of Felix’s spine. The initial trickle of cool morning air was a bit of a relief, if Felix was being honest.

He felt Elliott’s hand slide back up towards Felix’s neck, fingertips scooping up strands of hair from his clammy neck. He swept it all up onto the pillow, as though he were posing Felix to look like he was underwater, hair drifting out behind him.

Felix’s brows gathered as his bones began to throb in time with the pain in his head, already missing the warmth and weight of the blanket.

“How much sleep did you get, boo?” Elliott asked.

“Gosh, I don’t remember, darling,” Felix mumbled, gulping as he realised that the spit pooling in his mouth was also seeping through his lips and onto his pillow. “I was… asleep.”

“Mmm, very funny,” Elliott hummed, though Felix wasn’t sure he’d been trying to be funny.

Regardless, he wrestled one half of his face – the part that Elliott could see, that wasn’t buried in the pillow – into a weary excuse for a smile. As much as he despised mornings, he also despised dampening his partner’s mood.

“I know you’re not going to the nursing home until later this afternoon, and… it’s a beautiful morning outside.”

There was a wistful note in Elliott’s voice now, and Felix could already tell where he was going with this. His voice was like a warm blanket that made Felix want to wrap it all around him, but his words were like a draught creeping through the knitted surface.

“I thought we could take a nice, relaxed walk by the river and end up at the bakery that makes those scones you like.” Elliott’s fingers brushed against Felix’s temple. “We could have a little picnic breakfast. Er, I mean, you can. I’ll be there to… observe. And to scare off seagulls.”

As sweet as the whole plan was, and as much as Felix enjoyed the image of Elliott scowling at brazen birds who wanted to steal the food right out of Felix’s hands, Felix’s stomach and throat clenched at the thought of eating.

Oh, but then again, something dry and fluffy like a scone might have helped to soak up the bubbling goo that was currently nipping at the base of his oesophagus. His throat and his lower organs both tingled with dread, neither one of them wanting to be the one to deal with whatever was brewing in his stomach.

“What do you think?” There was no impatience, no rush, in Elliott’s voice this morning. There was just sheer curiosity, a simmering desperation to understand what was going through Felix’s head that he wasn’t telling him.

I don’t deserve him.

“I don’t… feel good, Elli.” A twinge of guilt mingled with Felix’s nausea. In the rational part of his brain, he knew it wasn’t his fault that he’d ended up so sickly, so weak as a vampire. He knew it wasn’t his fault that Elliott held onto the guilt of instigating his abnormal transformation. And yet, he couldn’t help picturing how different Elliott’s life might have been if his partner had been as strong, as adventurous, as energetic as he himself was.

“Mmm. I know, boo,” Elliott frowned.

Relief fluttered in Felix’s chest, but only for a split second.

Elliott bent forward, smoothing a portion of Felix’s hair flat against his scalp before pressing a kiss – then a second one, for good measure – to the same spot. “We don’t have to go to the bakery, or out for a walk. All I want is to cheer you up somehow, or just… show you some of the light that’s waiting for you on the other side of this.”

Felix shut his eyes, shivering under the pressure of Elliott’s fingers massaging over the back of his head and along his neck. He wished it were a soothing touch, not one that intended to rouse him from bed.

“But… you know something?” Elliott said with a boyish twist to his lip. “You're always so beautiful first thing in the morning. Must be the way the sunlight hits you. It’d be a damn shame to hide that beauty from the world.”

Gosh damn this boy who always knows how to make me blush.

Felix sighed in resignation and pushed himself upwards. The world tilted on its axis as he reached a seated position. His hair dropped to his shoulders, sticking once again to the cool layer of sweat on the back of his neck.

“See? You’re halfway there.” Elliott gave an irritatingly handsome smile as he slid from the bed.

Swaying with the spinning in his head and the roiling of his stomach, Felix turned onto his hands and knees. “M-my belly feels funny.”

“Well, it usually does, unfortunately,” Elliott said, “after you’ve had a rough night. I know it doesn’t seem like it right now, because your brain is adamant on convincing you otherwise, but you always feel better with some sunshine on your skin and some food in your stomach. Always. I’ve seen you transform right before my eyes, boo, after just a tiny bit of effort.”

Felix groaned, his eyes stinging with frustration because he wasn’t sad.

He had been sad; beneath everything else, his throat was scratchy, and his eyes felt like they’d been scraped dry from how frequently and hard he’d cried the previous day. But right now, the only thing making him sad was the fact that his stomach was rebelling against him, and his head felt like it’d been hollowed out and stuffed with bees.

Maybe Elliott was right. Maybe it was all just the aftermath of crying and feeling too much. An emotional hangover of sorts.

“I’ll get the shower going for you, shall I?” Elliott sauntered into the ensuite, as though he hadn’t bothered framing his intentions as a question at all.

“Okay,” Felix croaked. Gosh damn that man and his confidence. Elliott could sell fake fangs to a vampire at Halloween, Felix swore.

But he couldn’t deny that the clamminess of his skin was contributing to how bad he felt, so a shower couldn’t hurt. He held himself, hands clamped on opposite shoulders, as he wriggled out of bed and onto his feet. The light that streamed through the window cast weak pulses of warmth through his skin where it touched him, which only made the chill in the rest of his body all the more miserable.

As he attempted to steady himself in the centre of the bedroom, Felix felt his stomach give a low, squelching sound, and his diaphragm twitched tightly, painfully. He moved his shivering hands down from his shoulders and held his belly. He really had been out of it yesterday, and as a result had eaten very little – certainly too little for his stomach to feel so bloated, pushing against the elastic in his shorts.

Now that he was standing, and his body was adjusting to the effects of gravity on a vertical human body, it felt like the unsettling sludge in his belly was congealing, gathering mass by the second.

Oh, gosh. How had he been able to – even momentarily – convince himself that he was just psychologically drained?

He could barely hear the hiss of the shower starting over the piercing sounds that swarmed in his eardrums, but it guided him as he began to shuffle his unsteady feet in the direction of the bathroom.

Next thing he knew, his knees were smarting something awful, his throat felt like it was being wrung like a wet cloth, and his nose was full of the scent of toilet bleach. This new state of being lasted for about… two seconds, before the nausea that was coiled in his stomach promptly uncoiled, and a torrent of foul liquid spilled from between his quivering lips.

“Felix!”

Felix flinched. For Elliott to call him by his proper name, he must have given him quite a shock. Elliott clamped his hands around Felix’s waist, as though he thought he might pitch forward and disappear into the depths of the sewage system forever, along with the lining of his stomach.

The shower was still hissing, slowly filling the room with steam that felt even worse on Felix’s skin than his own swear. Felix choked on a sob before heaving again. Such a waste of water. But if he had the mental stability to worry about the environment, was it at all credible that he was really, truly sick?

“Oh, boo,” Elliott hushed, sliding one hand from Felix’s waist towards the small of his back. “Alright, let’s get the toilet seat up. Give you a fairer chance…”

Felix blinked in sheer confusion, though he couldn’t deny that it was nice to feel himself being scooped towards Elliott’s tree trunk of a body, momentarily letting go of the responsibility of keeping himself upright. He clung to the fabric of Elliott’s shirt out of a desire for comfort rather than necessity. The fabric softener scent of Elliott’s clothes was a giant improvement on inhaling toilet bleach.

“There we go,” Elliott murmured, wiping toilet paper across the toilet seat, which Felix had evidently managed to swear with acidic yellow vomit. “Man, you’re really not well, are you, boo?”

Felix shook his head. He lifted a hand to wipe his mouth with his sleeve, and remembered he didn’t have any sleeves. All he could do was blearily try not to get anything on Elliott’s lovely, clean-smelling shirt. Although he’d probably already tainted it with his clammy, half-naked body…

“I can still help you into the shower, if you’d like?”

Felix nodded, which he reckoned was the right call, since the sheer act of nodding made him aware of the sticky portions of hair that were stuck to his neck. Whether they were stuck with sweat or something more viscous –

His stomach roiled again, and he scrambled out of Elliott’s light embrace and belched deeply over the toilet bowl. The bleary sight of everything he’d already heaved up made him gag again, this time digging up a thick, sticky string of vomit.

“’N a minute,” Felix murmured, spitting and blowing through his lips while bile and saliva stuck to them.

“Take your time, gorgeous,” Elliott whispered. “Take your time.”

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“Felix, I will now take your temperature.”

“Mmrrbbuh?” Felix pushed through the cotton-like fog of sleep, almost batting away the plastic cone that was being directed inside his ear. His hand brushed against cold, almost too smooth skin that made his heart feel warm. He curled both hands around the wrist joined to the hand that was holding the electronic thermometer, and hummed in both pain and contentment. The hand of his saviour. His protector. His guardian.

“Well,” Ryan murmured, “it’s certainly been a while since you’ve shown me this much affection…”

Eyes fluttering open, Felix felt a flush in his face, beyond even that brought on by the fever. Ryan’s gaze was piercing as she looked down at him, as though he were a scribbled-upon piece of paper, or some unidentified lizard she’d happened upon.

He groggily let go of her arm. She remained like a statue towering above him, clad in all-white as though carved from marble, until the thermometer bleeped for her to remove it. Her heavy-lidded expression didn’t shift at all as she took the reading.

“Standard norovirus, by all appearances,” she said, “largely due to Felix’s diminished immune system. Undoubtedly a consequence of having been turned by an inferior member of the strain.”

“Love it when you rub that in my face,” Elliott’s voice came mumbling from somewhere beyond Ryan’s shoulders. Felix shifted his head for a better look – a better squint, more like – and saw that his partner was standing with his arms folded, mouth turned down in a subtle sulk.

“I am merely making observations.” Ryan paused, folding her slender arms. “However, if my assessment of Felix’s condition also happens to reiterate and reinforce a crucial point, then perhaps its function can be twofold.”

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“Seriously, man, do not come in here,” Elliott droned, spinning his desk chair around and looking as though he was about to send himself rolling across the room to tackle Shayne in the doorway. “This thing Felix has is contagious for humans, and I cannot deal with it if both of you are vomiting your guts up.”

“Alright, whatever.” Shayne held up his palms, half-turning to leave already. “Just wanted to tell you guys that I went to see Trish, and she’s… I don’t know, she’s fine. She’s doing fine.”

“Hear that?” Elliott said softly, squeezing Felix’s thigh.

Felix smiled, a shiver of relief undoing some of the knots in his back and legs. He swallowed over the urge to ask Shayne if his mother had inquired about him, but with the day he was having, he thought it’d be better to spare himself the disappointment. If there was any fantastic news to share – they found an instantaneous cure for Alzheimer’s today, and your mother has been selected for the first round of treatment! – surely Shayne would already have shared it.

The main thing was that she hadn’t been left lonely for the day just because Felix’s belly was too upset to make the journey.

“I-I… really appreciate that, Shayne,” Felix said. “Thank you.”

Shayne blinked and seemed to be somewhat infuriated at being thanked. He hesitated as he turned to leave, pausing to shrug and glance back at the floor. “Yeah, well, I’m glad you appreciate it, Fee, because those buses are the fucking worst. Honestly.”

Felix’s stomach burbled uneasily at the thought of the motion, and the heat, and the smell of human beings packed into an enclosed space.

“Oh. Feel better, or whatever.”

“Thanks, bud.”

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“Elli?”

Elliott blinked away as soon as he heard his name. He sat up as quickly as he could without jostling the bed too much.

A little of the colour had returned to Felix’s face, but not much. He was supine in the bed next to Elliott, eyes open and brighter than they’d been in days.

“Yes, my boo?” Elliott whispered, reaching over to smooth a hand over Felix’s hair out of pure habit. “Are you alright?”

The corners of Felix’s lips twitched upwards at the touch. “I don’t feel entirely well, but… I was wondering if you might do me a favour?”

“Anything.”

Felix’s hands – mere bulges in the duvet from Elliott’s point of view – moved lightly over his own belly. With his attention drawn towards it, Elliott became sharply aware of a low, consistent burbling sound coming from it. Shit. Was Felix nauseous again? Was he going to ask for stomach rubs, or a bin to vomit into, or some medicine –?

“As soon as it’s past the opening time,” Felix said softly, “could you go to that bakery and get me those scones I like?”

Elliott raised his eyebrows. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but it wasn’t that. Listening again, he realised that the noises coming from Felix’s body must have been the painfully empty hunger growls of a stomach that hadn’t eaten in almost two days, due to a combination of stress and sickness. Elliott’s own lack of a human appetite had stopped him from anticipating this.

“Of course I will.” He glanced over his shoulder, searching for the streaks of light through the curtains that would give him a sense of the time. “It might be a while. Are you sure I can’t bring you something from the kitchen?”

A somewhat guilty grimace split Felix’s face as he shook his head. “Those scones are all I can think about.”

“In that case, try to get a little more rest, gorgeous,” Elliott smiled, draping himself close to Felix’s swaddled-up form. He rested a hand over Felix’s belly, surprising himself as usual with how small Felix’s torso always seemed when he touched it, even with the added bulk of the duvet between them.

“Thank you, darling,” Felix murmured, eyes fluttering shut, already beginning to drift off again.

#sickfic #emeto #emeto fic #emeto sickfic #emetophilia #vampire emeto #vampire sickfic #vampire whump #emeto whump #StW Felix #vampire OC

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cowgurrrl · 2 months

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since OFTM asks are being answered atm, I thought I'd come through with a few questions of my own about this WONDERFUL and LOVELY series because it's that good!

1. ik we're wayyyyyy past it but do rockstar!joel and actress!reader do anything for Valentine's day? have they done things early on the relationship, do they still celebrate now or maybe it's something simple like posting cute photos of each other on their stories??

2. okay this one is a fun one and I know there was an ask about how reader would potentially be a presenter at an award show BUT would she ever host at some point? if so, i definitely think she'd pull it off + she'd probably do some cute promos as well, maybe even do an announcement promo with joel in some way! i think it'd be fun for her if she did + joel and the kids would LOVE it.

3. as reader ever got to work with big name actors/actresses before or does she prefer more indie like things and working with more unknown actors and actresses?

4. idk if it was mentioned at some point but was reader ever pregnant during a project/role she was doing? how was her experience and what was it like? i def think there'd be times when joel visited the set and she was all smiles because "daddy's here! visiting us" haha, it'd be precious!

5. this one is ABSOLUTELY silly but i notice how some celebrities will be at big events or something such as a tennis game or whatever and some of the reactions are SUCH a mood so i feel like if joel and reader attended some type of event like that, their reactions would be so silly and REAL.

last one finally lmaooo, im sorry i just love these two lots but speaking of special events, i think of how sweet and nice it is to imagine joel just watching from a distance as reader is out doing her thing at a premiere or something like the met gala where she looks GORGEOUS and Joel's thinking "wow, there she is! that's my amazing beautiful wife" 🥹🥹🥹 because he's such a supporter of her HELLO and he's just an awe but also, imagine how reader feels whenever she sees joel on stage knowing that a song is being dedicated to her or just watching her husband from a distance knowing that's the person she's married and fell for.

ANYWAYS! this is so long, again so sorry 😭 but I'm curious to know your answers when you get a chance 👀💜💜💜💜

DONT BE SORRY THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR OKAY

I think at the beginning of their relationship, they definitely go all out for Valentine's Day. Nice hotels, dinners, heartfelt (and expensive) presents, the whole nine yards. I think when Sam and the girls are little, it gets harder to do stuff for Valentine's Day especially when you're bouncing between work, school, and helping your children make "Valentimes" for their classmates. Things calm down just a little and you two will settle for a nice, homemade dinner in your messy kitchen after the kids have gone to bed. Joel will send flowers to you at work and you'll humor him with a silly, giggly strip tease even though you're wearing sweatpants and a shirt with marker stains on it. It's pure, domestic bliss. Once the kids are older and they've been married for a long time, I think they would alternate between elaborate plans and low-key ones. After all, they definitely don't need an excuse to be grossly in love with each other.

I could totally see her hosting an award show! She'd be so busy but having so much fun and she'd recruit all her famous contacts to help her with promotion and what not. On the night of, if Joel's not there, he totally sets up a watch party at home with all of the Miller kids, spouses, and grandkids and cheers you on the whole time. If he is there, the kids are probably there too and help you backstage with awards, setting up different presenters, and keeping you calm. You'd all get dressed up and take nice pictures as a family. I see it being hectic but so rewarding (no pun intended)

I think it's a good mix of both! I have it in my personal canon that she does go on to do some Marvel, Greta Gerwig, Bridgerton type projects that have so much hype (and a huge budget) surrounding them but I also see her taking on some smaller roles from smaller production companies as long as the story is good. In my head, Red Dirt Girl (the movie talked about through much of the main storyline) is a smaller production and smaller actors but they all end up taking OFF after that.

I WAS LITERALLY THINKING ABOUT THIS TODAY GET OUT OF MY HEAD okay so I think with Sam, she is definitely pregnant in the middle of filming something but doesn't realize until she passes out at work or something and she gets taken to the hospital where they find out she's pregnant. They weren't trying but they weren't being careful so it's a little bit of a shock but they adjusted. For the first time in her career, she'd let them hire a stunt double for her and would take it easier than she had in the past. They'd definitely have to change some wardrobe and people would treat her like she's made of glass but it's all manageable. Joel would be the biggest change of pace. He'd been on set before but after they find out they're pregnant, HES THERE EVERYDAY. I think they'd fight about it a little bit just because she feels a little smothered and Joel agrees to back off a little. As she progresses, I think she'd be more okay with him visiting and would poke at her belly and be like, "your dad's here." With the twins, they find out relatively early on because her symptoms are so bad it's literally unavoidable and they try to keep it a secret for as long as possible BUT when she goes back to reshoot a scene where she has to be smoking a cigarette or something, she's like, "..... no." and they're like "we need this for continuity," and she's like "I'm pregnant. With twins." BECAUSE WHAT ELSE ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO SAY. I think she would've worked for longer when she was pregnant with Sam than when she was pregnant with the girls just because of the risks and Miller children are not known for being easy so I definitely think she'd have a harder time with the girls than she did with Sam but everything ends up okay!

It's canon to me that the Millers are a BASEBALL FAMILY it was actually one of the first things I wrote for the One for the Money universe! Joel is partial to the Astros (boo) while she's definitely more of a Cubs/Yankees fan because she lived in New York and did a lot of filming in the Chicago/Midwest area for a time. I think they would be able to compromise and cheer for the Dodgers together but when it comes to their personal teams, they don't play around. Sam also goes on to play baseball professionally so I see them going to baseball games together as a big, happy family. Being an actress, she DEFINITELY wouldn't be able to keep her emotions a secret and would regularly be caught yelling, cheering, and dancing along to whatever song is playing through the stadium. God Bless anyone in the nearest vicinity when the Astros and the Yankee's play each other in the World Series.

I 100% think Joel has these moments all the time at events. I see her off doing her own thing like interviews or individual photos and he's just staring at her like "that's really my wife." He's known to get teary or really affectionate on red carpets, giving photographers everything and more. She tends to do the same thing, especially if he's getting recognized for something, and will get choked up during interviews about him. They're just so in love and proud of each other they make me SICK

Thank you for all your fun questions about my little oftm family! I hadn't thought about some of these before and it was really fun to think about them so thank you!!!

#I need a T-shirt that says ask about my lore #there’s so many thoughts brewing all the time about everything #also you can really see how I interchange the pronouns here when talking about actress!reader lol #I never know if I’m supposed to use you/your or she/her #I just do whatever sounds the best at the moment #thank you so much for the asks!!#one for the money two for the show #oftm #oftm family #rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

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glittercake · 1 year

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could you go into your writing process a bit? i’ve been a fan of your fics for years now, and i still find myself in awe of how you’re able to create these cohesive worlds and voices and dynamics and just how tight your writing is. like i never feel like anything should be cut and even if all the loose ends aren’t tied up, i feel like it ends right where it should. like i’m so curious to see how your brain turns out so much magic!!

Oh my gosh, this is so nice of you to say 😭 Thank you first of all! Secondly, I'll try to map out my process for big wips below the cut! Hope it makes sense 🤭 But this ask literally put a smile on my face all day, so thanks again.

So to start off, I usually have a good idea of exactly how the story should end. That helps big time with everything else. If I don't know kind of what happens in the middle and exactly how it should end, I really struggle.

Then I have a separate doc where I write down all my notes or thoughts about the stories, and also do the outlines. The story ideas come either extremely randomly, like me falling down a rabbit hole of presidential assassinations on YouTube (y'all know what this resulted in) or they're a result of my friend and i spiraling about something in the DMs (lighthouse, boxing fic, soulmate fics, most of the horny ones too 😂)

I also like to gather some pics just to get an idea of what the characters look like in whatever universe I'm writing about, as well as the scenery and buildings/layout. So for example, i used these inspo pics for The First Gentleman:

So every time I open the doc to write I'd have these, the outline, and the notes open. Other visuals like the banner or graphics I make also help put me in the right mindset for the story.

So, before I start writing, I draft an outline. I try to keep it brief tbh, the longer and more involved the outline the more intimidating the story feels which means less chance of me actually writing it 😅 (there are about 3 outlines that will probably never see the light of day!) but brief doesn't always work so what i do, especially for long wips, is make a short bullet list for what needs to happen in each chapter.

This way i can accommodate plot bunnies, shift stuff around and kill the darlings before i get too attached, i usually also have a few key scenes in my head and i then fit them in here. Outlines also include stuff like a quick character write up like age, quirks, bad habits, cute habits or sayings they have (in Ain't No Grave they had this cute back and forth "keep up now" or in Ruins Bucky called everyone meatballs.)

This is roughly what a chapter outline looks like for me:

lmaooo. as you can see it's very informal. basically a scribble.

Usually when I'm super inspired, i can get going straight away, otherwise I let it turn over in my head a little bit until i come up with a good starting point. What also helps me cement the character voices and specific characteristics is re-watching whatever source media it relates to. So for me it's always Cap 2 & 3 and TFATWS, Endgame where Sam gets the shield, and Sam’s scene in AoU and Antman.

I prefer to write in order from start to finish. I find I lose interest too quickly if I don't. Having a point to work toward is easier for me. BUT at the bottom of the notes/outline doc I also have a section for scenes that I absolutely can't get out of my head and need to write down right the fuck now. For example Monica’s induction in TFG was written waaay before anything else, so was the sambucky reunion in that fic. But, because I placed it at the bottom of a separate doc, the fic was still technically written in order 😌 makes perfect sense, I know lol.

Then whenever I finish a bullet point in the outline, I color it off the list. This process helps me keep track of what has been done and what still needs to happen. Seeing how much I've completed also really helps to keep me motivated, plus the colors are fun! Helps with sticking to what i had planned too, i find if i don't follow outlines, the scenes and characterization kind of jump all over the place. Mostly i only have some time on weekends to write so knowing exactly what i need to write and how i need to write it beforehand is key to me. Having the outline done before I start means I have a week to play those scenes out in my head or play with the dialogue until it sounds right.

If I get stuck, I read either a book or my favorite fics, do some art, or just leave it be until inspo strikes again.

And I think that’s about it. Don’t know if this is what you were looking for but there you have it 😂

💕

I’m always happy to get asks about my fics and writing, so don’t be shy!

#ask #writing

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quartzguts · 7 months

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Trope rating game

i'm putting this as its own post instead of reblogging to avoid having a super duper long post on my blog. thank u @rinn-e for tagging me!

rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic? -10 -> very dissuaded

0 - don’t care either way

+10 -> very enticed

nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged. Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

Age gap: +10

YEAH YEAH YEAH. pretty much all my recent major ships have had age gap (ardynoct, askefinn, sladin, etc). i've figured out recently that i find it kind of boring when the two characters are on the same level, and age gap is an easy way to effect that power imbalance.

Codependency: +10

yep yes and always. love when two people are each other's world. love when they would do anything for each other and that's a bad thing. love when they destroy themselves for each other.

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +7

see above lol. this one gets a lower score because jealousy can get a little annoying. i actually like it when characters AREN'T jealous... like, A trying to make B jealous and B doesn't care, because they know A will come crawling back to them sooner or later.... nice... if the jealousy is warranted (like an above situation w flirting/cheating/etc) then that crosses the line into love triangle which i'm not big on, and if it isn't warranted it gets annoying. i like obsession and possessiveness a lot but jealousy doesn't necessarily have to be part of that.

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): 0

eh, it's okay. i prefer it when two characters in a ship are shockingly similar, even if they have completely different values/motives/goals, whatever. opposites can be cute but it's not really my thing.

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +9

i started writing a paragraph about how i prefer enemies to remain fucked up and awful even if they get into a relationship, but then i remembered all the crying i've done imagining soft sweet Wales endgame askefinn and i was like yeah, let's not lie today LOL. both are good.

Friends with benefits: -5

where's the ROMANCE? where's the DRAMA? where's the OBSESSION? it's not like i hate it but i typically want a more substantial emotional attraction y'know. also, a lot of the fic i've read recently does... not really involve the characters in question being friendly lmaooo.

Sex to feelings: 0

this is a difficult one to rate because it can be very very different depending on the existing dynamic. are we talking about two strangers who keep hooking up and develop feelings? two enemies who feel nothing but hate for each other, but their relationship starts to change once they have sex? i guess this trope is more the former, which isn't something i would actively look for but isn't something i dislike either, so it gets an even 0.

Fake dating/relationship: +6

god i used to read this trope so so often. i'm not huge on established relationship because i want to see the relationship grow (rereading this i realize it makes me look like a tool because i've written a bunch of established relationship recently but like... I KNOW how they got there ok. my city now), but i also love cutesy romantic shit, so fake dating is right up my alley (along with arranged marriage and soulmates for the same reason). bonus if the faking is very uncomfortable for one or both characters. put those blorbos in a psychologically stressful situation where they have to pretend to be happy 👌

Friends to lovers: +3

yeah it's fine. see above, i like my ships terrible and fucky. this trope doesn't usually facilitate that. if it's awful friends to awful lovers i'm all over it.

Found Family: -9

not gonna lie, i wasn't big on found family in the first place and kingdom hearts fandom utterly destroyed whatever little interest i had in it. while i like platonic relationships in original fiction, for fic i rarely if ever read gen fic. it's shipping or bust for me. if they aren't doing the nasty (physically or emotionally) i'm not interested.

Hurt/Comfort: +8

ohhhhh yeaaaahhhhh babyyyyyyyy i'm all about that whump. love it when a blorbo is harmed and another blorbo has to help them. i can go for hurt/no comfort too sometimes but only if i'm in the mood for it.

Love Triangle: -6

yeaaaah no. this is another area where i like them in original fiction but am not at all into it in fic. i like my ships with two characters (who preferably have no interest in anyone else).

Poly, open relationships: -5

i do have some multi character ships (pyra/mythra/rex/nia is the one that immediately comes to mind, though i don't typically read xenoblade fic) but i'm not usually a fan, for the same reason i mentioned for love triangles. a lot of times i'm only here for one or two characters in the relationship so anyone extra feels unnecessary and distracting.

Mistaken/hidden identity: +5

i probably would've given this a lower score if i wasn't in my sladin revival era. superhero secret identities are perfect for conflict.

Monsterfucking: +8

gave this an 8 because when it leans too far into furry/bestiality territory that's when i'm out. generally love monsters of all kinds though, and all the hentai-esque tropes that come with it.

Pregnancy: -8

hate kid fics. god do i hate kid fics. this only gets a -8 and not -10 because unwanted pregnancy fics that do not end with a kid being born can be pretty angsty, which is nice.

Second Chance: +6

second chance for... what? as in a redemption arc? sure i'm down for that. also down for a character getting a second chance even though they have not earned it, because another character refuses to give up on them/let go. second chance time travel where a character gets to go back and redo something is also top tier.

Slowburn: +1

this one was very hard to rate. i've read some slowburns that i absolutely loved. i'm currently writing a slowburn where it's 20k in and the mfers haven't even held hands. but i also get bored easily and if it's TOO slow it begins to feel like the fic is dragging its feet. to keep me interested i usually like if there's another element going on, like fake dating, enemies to lovers, heavy whump, etc.

Soulmates: +9

YES. YES YES YES. LOVE THAT. again, it's a way to have both relationship development AND immediate sex/romance. especially good when the soulmates are enemies or otherwise not suited to each other in any way whatsoever and this is surely the work of a god with a very shitty sense of humor. i have written and read many soulmates fics and i intend on writing and reading many more.

Tagging all of my lovely mutuals!! qwq some of u have already been tagged so i will save u the trouble of tagging u twice!

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tunabesimpin · 10 months

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Sending in an RSVP for Alvaro and Yuuto! Congrats on the milestone, and lemme know if you need any other references and the like! Those links shoould take you to my twst blog, I'm only sending this on my main so that I can actually include links :'D

Alvaro's favorite activity on the beach would normally be swimming in the ocean and trying to see how big of a sandcastle he can get away with building before it gets knocked down by the sea - though with both Tweels around, he's gonna be cautiously looking around as he enters the ocean or builds his castle...not that it'll help much. His favorite color is green, and he'd be wearing one of those cheesy hawaiian shirts unbuttoned and swim trunks! He'd bring along the usual pails and shovels for sandcastles....and a water gun to try (and fail) to fend off any incoming Floyds :'D

Yuuto's gonna be sunbathing, honestly! Either that, or just floating in the ocean (and scaring the shit out of any onlookers who think he's dead lol). He's also gonna be absolutely decimating the competition at every event (or at least getting more competitive than most would expect about it). His favorite color is a nice cool blue, and he'd be wearing the usual swim trunks with a choker to cover up his neck in lieu of any shirt collars or scarves. He'd be the more practical packer, bringing towels and sun umbrellas - and even a cooler that he is Very annoyed to find raided by various eventgoers (the most likely culprits being Floyd and Ruggie lmaooo)

--- Swimming in the ocean was a great activity for everyone! Well... at least for one eel in particular. Floyd was having a heyday being in his element, lurking, dunking and splashing all who enter his range. He already had several victims during the start of the party, you think he'd get tired out already right? Wrong.

Alvaro was the next target of this eels silly crimes. Alvaro was just arriving and had yet to hear or see any of the pranks that had been played. A perfect unsuspecting damsel to be. As he set up his towel and finished letting his sunscreen set in, Alvaro happily made his way into the sea. Carefully dipping deeper and enjoying how empty this area was. It was quite relaxing, most of the party crew were on shore or seemingly everywhere but here. Yuuto had followed along after enjoying a bit of the sun, but now was time to cool off before the events start.

The two were pretty at ease in the quiet flow of the waves, but something felt off. The current beneath them seemed to sway in odd directions. It wasn't enough to raise any flags, but it was a bit uncanny. Soon enough a small ripple at the surface began to raise anxiety into Alvaro. He glanced to Yuuto "I think I'm going to head back to shore... I'm getting shivers..." Before Yuuto could respond, a flash of teal skin ripped out of the water and effectively gripped Alvaros shoulders! Not even a scream could be let out before Alvaro was dunked below the water.

Yuuto could only stare in awe before making a beeline for shore himself. Unfortunately a slimy tail wrapped around his torso and dragged him under the water as well. Floyd resurfaces first in a victory yell "TWO FOR ONE! YAHOO!" Alvaro and Yuuto follow up to the surface after and scuttled together back to the beach. Guess it was an empty area for a reason! ---

Ahahaha! you mentioned the tweels and i took it and ran XD Floyd is on a dunking spree!!!! AHJDVAHWJDVHJAW Thank you for participating and i hope you were able to enjoy the event!!! ^O^

#tuna be talkin #floople-doople #tunasseasidesq #event request #twst fanevent #twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst fanart #twst floyd #floyd leech

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frenziedslashers · 1 year

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aw gecko :( i hope they go for the grapes!! i’ll try to send some good grape eating brainwaves over there hehe

THE MUSTACHE LMAO honestly i kinda now what you mean. loving this era for you rn

alsoooo idk if i’ve ever officially requested anything jn here but if you’re still doing it could i perhaps request a nsft alphabet for mordecai? if not no worries!!

-🦅

Yeah, I think he is getting back into his groove of eating legit anything that moves lmaooo Thank you for the love homie, Groot and I appreciate it! (Groot is my crested gecko's name, btw).

I am in fact a DILF enjoyer and someone pointed out that it makes Rhys look older and now my brain is thirsting for all aspects of Rhys Strongfork. I love him. He's so silly and such a goober, just like me lmao.

But you have not yet! I will definitely make you one homie 👹 I have been waiting for someone to request a Mordecai NSFT alphabet, and what better person to request that than you 🤭

Mordecai NSFT Alphabet:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mordecai does his best to coddle you after having sex with you. Though some nights he might be too tired to and sort of forget. He'll still have a lazy arm drapped over your waist and mutter some term of endearment before pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder and falling asleep. What can he say? He's a tired guy.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Partners: I full heartedly think if you have boobs he will be all over them. He is definitely a tits man. If you don't have any, though. He's definitely going for your thighs. For something that he likes that isn't considered sexual, he would have to go for your eyes. He just loves looking at them and how they sparkle.

Himself: He loves his hair. he may not take care of it all the time, but he gets super defensive if anyone even suggests that he cuts it. Bonus points if you wash his hair for him, it gives him even more of a reason to like it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's not too picky where he cums. He will do it about anywhere you ask or suggest. If you don't have any suggestions, he'll probably just cum on your stomach or chest. Or your back depending on the position. For the most part, he tries to use a condom though.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One of his favorite things is when he's practicing shooting and you blow him. It gives him a nice challenge to try and focus on his target.

He's also a big fantasizer and a bit of a perv, so if you wear even the slightest bit of revealing clothes he will be staring and thinking about it later that night.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I would say that he is fairly experienced. He seems to have a charm to him that gives off that he's been with a few people in a sexual aspect. Plus, we know he has been with Moxxi, at least. At the same time though, I feel like he gets too attached to people and he may have only been with a few. I still think he is a little experienced at least. He knows what he's doing and he is not afraid to ask what makes you feel good. He knows everyone is different.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary: He loves the intimacy behind it and he can use it to his leverage. It can be a style that's basic for most, but Mordecai can find a way to spice it up. Whether it be with his bedroom talk, or how he holds you down to binds you to the bed. He's not one to say no to a little bondage.

Spooning: He gets a little lazy sometimes, so this is another favorite of his. Plus, again, the intimacy behind it speaks volumes for him. The ability to hold you against him while he makes love with you. He loves it.

Up against furniture: He loves pushing you against things to fuck you. The desperation behind it. How animalistic the both of you can get when your both just aching for the same thing from each other. It drives him insane and he's almost always resorting to fucking you against something. Whether it be in the comfort of your home, or somewhere for public and less familiar, depending on the situation.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I would say that it depends on his mood a lot, whether if he's funny or not. He likes to tease and drop a couple jokes here or there to ease the tension if the both of you are a little awkward when doing the do. But if this is him letting out his frustration and fucking you to teach you something (with consent of course). Or if it is him fucking you to show you how much you mean to him, he is definitely being a lot more serious in the situation.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I would say that he tries his best to be groomed, but he gets a little messy down there at times. When he is with you he tries, but sometimes you have to remind him or drop a hint. Or he has to mentally remind himself. He's an alcoholic and shows signs of depression. He gets lost in his thoughts and the last thing on his mind is hygiene when in a bad state of mind. Plus, he lets being a vault hunter get the best of him at times. He tries to be well kept, but between work and his mental state, it gets a little unruly down there at times. Honestly. You're just lucky if he's remembering to bathe and brush his teeth. Not that he chooses to be dirty, he just can't help it. His life style and habits drain the life out of him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He does his best, truly. He can be romantic, and damn good at it if he tries. Especially if you aren't a fluent Spanish speaker. His knowledge on Spanish is something that he takes to his advantage when seducing partners. He can also be quite clumsy when it comes to seduction and romance, but truthfully, that's what gives him his charm. More times than not.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

It's a hit or miss. He mostly does it when he's feeling down in the dumps, in an attempt to feel something, but more times than not it just makes him anxious and hate himself afterwards so he tries to avoid masturbating. When the two of you get together he finds himself doing it a bit more if the both of you are apart for long amounts of time. He typically just waits to get back to you before resorting to masturbation. He still has a guilty conscious and tends to have negative thoughts about himself after he does it. Even if you give him the ok.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bondage: He likes tying you up and having his way with you. He loves that you can put so much trust into him that he can just go to town on your body however he wants and pleases to.

Giving oral: He could quite literally die in between your legs and be totally okay with it. Something about giving you head and seeing the way your eyes roll into the back of your head gets him off more than you could imagine.

Blindfolding: Again, it has to do with trust, but he likes this as well. The fact that you can trust him enough that you'll let him blindfold you. He especially loves it if you allow him to tie you up as well.

Marking: Mordecai loves leaving any trace of him on you that he can. His cologne, bite marks, hickeys, scratches, you name it. He gets worked up throughout the day if you're near him in public and he can smell that you spritzed some of his cologne on you, or if he can see a mark on your neck and he catches people staring at it. He loves letting the world know that you're his.

Hair pulling: He loves it if you yank on his hair. If the both of you are together and he's teasing you, playing hard to get, and you just yank on his hair and give him a look. Oh, oh. He's showing you the time of your life. You've most definitely got his attention.

Pain: He himself has a slight pain kink. He likes it when you scratch and bite on his skin. If you slap his ass or pinch him trying to get his attention it's definitely going to work.

Hate Fucking: I couldn't think of any other way to describe it besides that. He likes it when the both of you are running off pure emotions and adrenaline. Whether you are both mad at each other, or mad at people unrelated to one another, you're both fucking like animals to let the stress out and he loves it. When going through the stuff with Jack this is when he get's the roughest in this department. Especially after losing Bloodwing. He's just so mad and lost,

Edging: He loves it. Th way you moan and cry while you plead for him to just let you cum. It's truly something else.

Overstimulation: He just loves watching you try and push him away when you cry out that it's too much. Every making you cum over and over. It makes him feel accomplished in more ways than one.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He's not a picky guy. He likes the safety of one of your guys' homes. Or a place where no one can peer, but he doesn't;t necessarily have a set location. Now his favorite thing to fuck you on? Probably the wall or over a table. Having to trust the sturdiness of both items from his thrusts and his hands that have a habit of slamming into things beside you. He's definitely accidentally hit and left a dent in the wall before and the both of you laughed about it after. He just has so many things pent up and his hands have to do something. He tries to suppress it and it resorts in the heels or fists of his hands hitting the table or wall beside you. He'd never hit you though, so don't worry.

Knife Play: It may take him a bit to warm up to the idea, but he does end up enjoying it. He loves the trust that it behind it, and he also likes that he could easily mark you for life with it. Whether he actually cuts you or not is up to you and if you ask. He mostly likes holding the blade to your skin to add to the excitement of things.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything can get this guy going. Your tone of voice, batting your eyes, making a suggestive comment, a lingering touch. If you want to skip his teasing from playing out all day, though. Pull his hair, take control and tell him what you want and that you want him. Kiss him hard or flaunt a mark he left on you by wearing a low collard shirt. He'll go crazy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never hit you. He's not into the thought of hurting you, especially not hitting. He's a scrawny guy, but he is a sniper. He's got some muscle and would hate to hurt you.

Degredation: He is normally in a bad mental state 90% of the time. So he will not tolerate being degraded and he will also not put up with degrading you either

Anything with bodily fluids besides spit or cum: He might be a messy guy at times, but that's crossing a line for him. He can't handle it.

You being drunk: Him being drunk is one thing, but he will not have sex with you if you are intoxicated. Unless the both of you have agreed to it before you got drunk. He just doesn't like it and feels like he is taking advantage of you. He hates it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving: This is definitely his preference. He would ask you to sit on his face anytime you had to sit down if he could. He loves it. He loves giving you head. It excites him and pleasures him just from the sight and sounds that you show him while he pleasures you. He's also super good at doing it, too.

Receiving: He will never complain if you want to return the favor, though. He especially loves receiving after a long hard day. When he just wants to relax and let loose.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers to go at a faster and rougher pace, but take his time with you. He loves edging you to the point of tears. Overstimulation is also something that he is particularly good at doing to you. He only really goes slow and sensual when he's feeling particularly vulnerable and sentimental.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies. He's like a rabbit when it comes to sex. He's fucking you any chance that he's got and that you'll allow him to.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is super game to experiment! He loves trying new things with you, just let him know everything that's going on before you do it. Or else he may be more reluctant.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for about 2-5 rounds. It really depends on how tired he is and what sort of mood he is in. He has breaks in between the rounds, of course. He can last quite a while for the mostt part as well, too.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's not too fond of them. I personally don't think that he takes a liking to them since he'd rather use his hands or his mouth if you want different stimulation. If you asked he might look into it, that doesn't mean he's using the toys, though.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Mordecai loves teasing. It's one of his best traits in the foreplay department. Plus, just everyday life. He'd tease you until you're pouting and begging if he could. He likes drawing things out and seeing how you'll react when you get sick of his bullshit.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He tries not to be loud. Mostly just grunts and pants, he can get a little vocal though. More whiney and verbal on the nights that he just can't hold back.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves it when you hold him after sex. He's not used to having someone taking care of him, and he loves when he feels your arms wrap around him and pull you snug against him. Even if he just got done fucking you into oblivion. He loves the serenity and domestic feeling behind it. If you play with his hair he's a goner and never letting you go. He's passing out with your fingers tangled in his hair while his arms are clinging onto you, one way or another.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Up to you to imagine.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a fairly high sex drive after the two of you get together. Before and/or after he's not too worried about sex. It's only when he has a partner to fantasize and romanticize about that his sex drive sky rockets.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep real quick. He gets drained super easily after sex, so he'll often times pass out without remembering to take care of you or himself in the process. That's another reason why he likes it when you hold him. It lets him know you understand that he's just a tired baby.

#mordecai x reader #borderlands mordecai #borderlands #borderlands 2 #borderlands 3 #tales from the borderlands #notsfw #nsft #minors dni

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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There’s a post I saw about Félix and pepa teasing Julieta and Agustin about being particularly loud the previous night 🌚 so I was wondering if you could maybe write about said night and then write the following morning with Félix and pepa teasing them lmaooo <3

Oh I saw this prompt and I'm SO happy to have a hand in it ❤️

"Shhh, you're going to get us caught, chico travieso~"

Félix groaned as he lifted his head up a bit. He lightly kicked Pepa, making her groan in return.

"Oye, caught with what?"

"What?"

"You just said 'you're going to get us caught'"

Pepa rolled over to face him, the moonlight being just enough to illuminate her face.

"I didn't say anything. Maybe you were just dreaming. Go back to bed."

Eh, he supposed that was possible. He kissed her forehead and went back to bed.

"Dios you're such a big, beautiful woman. I can't wait to hold those pretty hands over your head~"

Félix felt a kiss on his cheek, and awoke yet again to a very flushed looking Pepa.

"Aw, you called me big~...if you wanted me Félix, you could've just asked."

He looked at her, absolutely confused.

"I WANT to take credit, but I can't. I didn’t say anything."

"Really? Huh. Maybe we were both hearing things. You still wanna do it?"

He yawned, and yawned loudly.

"In the morning. Papi's tired."

"Alright, good night, for real this time."

She laid back down with him, and he fell back to sleep. For a second. Until yet another sound invaded his ears.

"You want it in your ass this time? Or your pretty pussy?"

Félix and Pepa both turned to look at each other.

"Okay I know that's not you, you know I prefer pussy."

"Yeah what IS that?...hold on, listen."

They sat there for a moment, and listened.

"Aw, does little Auggy want me to suck on him? Can you hold it until you're in my ass this time?"

They looked at the wall. Then each other. Then the wall. Then each other. Félix had to cover his mouth to not roar in laughter, while Pepa looked HORRIFIED.

"No. Oh my god no."

"Pepa-"

"Don't you say it."

"Pepa your sister is getting FUCKED, I can't-"

"Cállate! Oh my god why can we fucking hear them? We NEVER hear them!"

"They never fuck this late at night- oh my god Casita's walls are thin as shit."

They panicked for a moment, trying to figure out how to make this stop. But it only got worse.

"I'm...I'm a good baby."

"That's right! Mi bebé Auggy~"

Félix snorted so hard his head hurt, despite Pepa's scolding.

"Oh my god this is gross-"

"I really fucking hope this isn't a baby fetish I'm hearing. Oh my god what if it is?"

"I'm knocking on the wall-"

"No, Pepa! Wait!"

Félix grabbed her hand before she could make her way to the wall.

"W-you WANT to hear this?!"

"Pepa, they've dealt with our shit for years. Plus, let's face it, your sister NEEDS this. Let's just cover our ears, and NOT embarrass them."

Pepa shivered upon hearing a moan coming from her sister. She took a deep breath, before groaning.

"Fine. Just. Fine."

Pepa got back into bed, and they bothered covered their ears. Surprise, they did NOTHING to help.

"Mierda- faster, please, you're RIGHT there!"

"J-just pull my hair, just like that mami-!"

"Gotta hand it to him, dude's got a nice fucking pace going o-"

"STOP. Oh my god don't listen to my sister having SEX you pervert!"

"I can't help it if they're loud!"

Pepa grabbed a pillow, wrapped it over her face, and screamed into it. Pepa was hating this. But Félix? He was having a great time, because this was HILARIOUS. In some really weird ass way, he was proud of his buddy. Not too proud to NOT tease him about this in the morning though, absolutely not.

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"Shh! You're being too loud!"

"Stop being so pretty then?"

Augustín was restless tonight. Really restless. The second they hit the bed, he was just all over her. And when Agustín wanted her, truly and really wanted her, she couldn't say no. That was probably why she had him tied up to the bed, and was currently riding the hell out of his cock. He was loud when she sucked him off, loud when she pulled his pretty hair. And of course it had to be when the entire house was asleep. She sighed, and got off of him, much to his displeasure.

"Agustín, we can't do this if you're loud!"

He looked at her with such a helpless pout, she felt as if she kicked a puppy on the street.

"I can't...help it. You feel SO good. Please? I need mami."

She ran her fingers through his scalp, before gripping onto his hair, and forcing his head back to look at her. His dick twitched at the feeling, desperate for more stimulation. What was she going to do with this man?

"Hmmm...I think I know how to keep you quiet."

She plucked her underwear off the bed, holding it up for him to see.

"This, will help you be quiet. You like my underwear, don't you Agustín?"

Everyone thought Félix was the one constantly in need of sex, but her Agustín wasn't exactly a puritan. He had used her underwear to masturbate countless times, and even now, she'd catch him sniffing them while he touched himself. He shook his head, a bit embarrassed over this particular part of himself.

"I...no?"

"You shouldn't lie to your wife. She might not be so nice to you. So, we're going to use this, so you can stay nice and quiet ~"

She forced his mouth open, and shoved her underwear inside. He was trying to play it off like it was disgusting, but they both knew the truth. He liked it. He liked being silenced by mami like this, he liked the way mami crawled back into his lap, and slowly sank back down onto him. She cupped his face in his hands as she started to ride him again, pussy soaked as she consumed him over and over again.

"There we go...good boy Agustín. Such a good boy. Look at who's being quiet."

Her hips moved into him with a bit more fervor than she meant to, but she couldn't help it. He was so pretty, his cock felt so good, and it was heaven, doing this in the dead of night. He stared up at her with adorable, helpless eyes, mumbling against the cloth. Okay so she really put the underwear in his mouth because she wanted to, rather than the sound.

She didn't give a shit about the sound, especially given her own loud noises.

"Shhhh. You're already too close, Agustín. Breathe, relax. Oh don't give me those eyes. It's okay that you cum too quick. It's cute. I just want you to try to last for me. I want to squeeze it out of you. Every little drop."

She stopped moving, rubbing her clit in little circles. She wanted to cum before him, she wanted him to spill into a nice, satisfied pussy.

"Such a good puppy. I'm...g-going to ride you again. Hold it for me."

He looked so uncertain, as if he didn't believe in himself. She loved having sex with her husband, he was a handsome, well built man. But he was always so quick to finish, despite his best efforts. He had gotten better with age, but he almost always finished first. But she was going to go slow, let him work up his stamina a little.

So that was a fucking lie.

She grabbed onto his hair, making an absolute mess of those soft, salt and pepper locks, and rode the SHIT out of that cock. His cries were muffled by the underwear, his legs kicked at the bed and made a mess of the sheets, and she wished she could go slower. Desperately wished she could.

"You're so loud. So...fucking loud, Agustín. You're lucky you're my big pretty puppy, since you're being very, v-very bad-"

He finished. He didn't mean to, given his loud, dramatic wine, but he did. She stopped moving, feeling ribbons of cum paint her inner walls. He had so much in him, it felt so hot and lovely inside of her.

"Oh...Agustín. You finished all too soon, mi vida."

She slowly peeled the underwear out of his mouth, drool running down his lips alongside his heavy, almost distressed panting.

"I'm s-sorry. I tried, really I did. You're just so pretty and you t-talk to me in the way I like...does puppy still get punished?"

She nodded. She didn't shame Agustín for how quick he was, as he shouldn't be ashamed of this, but she still punished him for disobeying her from time to time. She slowly peeled off of him, letting him watch his own cum seep out of her. He knew what was coming, and he accepted his punishment fully. She scooted up to him, and sank herself down onto his face, smothering him with her pussy. She wrapped her thighs around his face, knowing damn well he liked it.

"That's a good puppy. Clean up your mess. All of it. And when you're done, we're going to try this again. Understand?"

She leaned back a bit so she could stroke his very sensitive cock, making him practically yelp into her folds. His nose practically smothered her clit, his tongue was obedient and eager to please. She couldn't resist pulling him further into her by his hair, and she tried not to squeeze his head so tightly, but he was doing SUCH a good job, she couldn't help it.

"Just like that...mami is SO close. Keep going puppy, k-keep...!"

And there it was. The orgasm she deserved. She came right into his pretty mouth, head tossed back as she rode her perfect orgasm. Something about her husband letting himself be used just to please her, oh it only made this all the more delicious. She slowly peeled off of him, letting the poor man get a gasp of air. He sat there, panting, drool and cum and juuces trickling down his face.

"Oye, how long WAS that?"

She looked at the clock, lightly whistling.

"Two and half minutes. Jeez you are REALLY good at holding your breath."

"Record is still four minutes, this isn't that good."

She chuckled, gently combing her fingers through his sweaty hair.

"It was good for ME, if that helps~"

He giggled like the dork he was, leaning up to smooch her hand.

"Always does. I'm really glad we did this. The hand tying was new though, how'd you learn to do that?"

Should she tell him she read it from a book about prisoner getting absolutely RAILED as a punishment? Probably not.

"Oh uh. Just one of those things you pick up. Now, do you need me to let you free?"

He thought about it, before a grin was plastered all over his face.

"I thought puppy had to be punished~"

Usually she was one and done. But fuck it. Shd had to teach her boy a lesson.

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"Well, someone is looking fresh today."

Julieta looked up from the stove at Félix. A bit embarrassed by the compliment, she tried to adjust her hair a bit.

"Oh, gracias Félix. Nice of you to say. Coffee?"

"Please. Need that shit strong, and a cup for Pepa. We got NO sleep last night."

She was about to ask why, when Agustín walked in with Pepa.

"No, Pepa, I respect you as a sister in law, but you're wrong."

"You got your head stuck in the fucking toilet yesterday, I'm not gonna let you be right."

Julieta chuckled as she served Félix his coffee, and got a cup for Pepa. They got along well for the most part, but everyone has their occasional squabble.

"What are you two fighting about now?"

"Julieta, you need to talk some sense into your sister. So we're in the book club with Luisa and Mariano, you remember that."

"Uh huh."

"And there's a character in the book that REFUSES to be with the main characters, and we wanna figure out WHY."

Félix was just amused by the passion of his wife, as she was amused by her husband. Pepa, a gray cloud over her head, cut him off.

"And I'M saying it's because he wants to date Samual!"

"Samual and Miguel have NO chemistry!"

"You read between the lines!"

"I READ WHAT'S BETWEEN THE PAGES."

Félix almost snorted at their little war, gesturing for Agustín to tone it down a bit.

"Down puppy, down. It's a book-"

"Wait. What did you just call me?"

Julieta was staring at Félix, as were the other two. Félix inhaled air sharply, trying to put this delicately.

"So you remember when I said me and Pepa didn't get any sleep?"

"...yes?"

"Well. It's because you guys were a little...loud. And whatever gag you tried to use, didn't work, I have recommendations-"

"FÉLIX."

"I'm just trying to be productive!"

She buried her face in her hands. Oh no. Pepa and her husband heard them do. Things. Things that should NOT be heard.

"Oh my god, Pepa, I am SO sorry, we didn't mean to be so loud."

"I mean, it was gross. Like, REALLY gross, but in a way I'm happy for you. For actually getting laid, I kinda wondered if you guys still did that."

Agustín looked at Pepa through absolutely burning cheeks, sort of unsure if he was supposed to be insulted by this. Félix lifted his cup a bit as if in cheers.

"And BOY do you guys do it. Hold your breath for a long ass time!"

"Oh my god-"

"And it's funny, because I literally told Pepa 'Gotta hand it to him, dude's got a nice fucking pace going on', then I fucking heard Julieta call you puppy-SHE'S got the pace! God, no WONDER you stay in great shape after all these years."

Julieta wanted to just fucking die. She was staring at him, unsure of how to fucking respond.

"Félix please stop giving my sister's sex life a positive review."

Félix shrugged, as if he wasn't at all at fault.

"Listen, I'm just giving praise where praise is due! If puppy here wanted to give me a review on my stamina, I'd take it!"

"...you're gonna call me that now, aren't you?"

"Least till it stops being funny. So like, when you guys switch, do you call her cat or something?"

"I mean it's 'kitty', but-"

Julieta damn near knocked the kettle over as she turned to look at him.

"AGUSTÍN!"

"I THOUGHT IT WAS AN ACTUAL QUESTION!"

Félix lost it. He had to bury his face in his hands as he roared in laughter, and despite trying to get Félix to stop, she was laughing just as hard. Granted, she was still happy they made love, obviously, but. Well.

She'd gave to talk to Casita about having thicker walls.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #lemon #dom JULIETA in the chat #these two keep their shit so private #while Félix is fucking shameless #called Agustín puppy for like a week #even bought him a collar #Félix can make fun of him he's seen his dick #and fondled his balls like once #long story

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blupengu · 5 months

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All righty I’ve finished science brofist’s route and that means more rambling! (Seriously though everyone sees his name as that right?? How the hell else am I supposed to pronounce Scien Brofiise??? It sure as hell ain’t how they say it in Japanese! 😂) spoilers under the cut as usual

Hmm… overall while I liked it, I think I’ve been so thoroughly emotionally and mentally broken by Mathis and Lucas that Scien’s route seemed pretty… tame in comparison LOLOL 💀 or maybe I’m still on residual WTFs from Lucas and should’ve waited another day to let it settle oops

The pain meter from these first three to me is Lucas > Mathis > Scien

The ending was definitely still a big oof and a little yikes though 😬. But with how dubious the “science” is in this game, part of me was wondering why Scien couldn’t just make a clone from Ceres’s body and then stick the memories he had into her after? Like people save memory backups of themselves prior to dying so why couldn’t he have saved her memories on whatever constitutes a USB stick in this world lmao

The science in this game in general honestly I just… can’t think about too deeply or it all falls apart LOL, being in like the medieval ages where you still gotta hand wash clothes but then suddenly having shit like electric cars, headset phones, touch-holograms, and perfect cloning with memories but not emotions is such whiplash 😂

The final CG was super pretty though, oof the expression on his face, my poor babygirl 😩 but… why are all the kiss CGs… not super great LOL, is the artist bad at drawing kisses? Because so far they’ve all looked a little uhhhh in each route? 😬😂

I very much appreciate the fact though that Scien’s best CGs are hands down the ones where he’s posing like a lil slut lmaooo, the jigsaw puzzle one?? Bitch he’s practically twirling his hair!! 😂

And his interactions with Ceres were very cute, especially the whole sandwich thing! But when she was like yay I’m so happy I’ve been promoted from maid to a sandwich dispenser! I was like girl… are you okay…?? Well clearly not but still 😂 like dang, never been happier getting told by a man to make me a sandwich lmaooo

Anyways! Back to the route in general - the whole thing of him being an oh no evil science man was so… meh to me? Maybe because I work in the sciences so I have a different view but like, I was perfectly fine with him experimenting on criminals? That’s pretty much what clinical trials are in the real world?? Of course you need to test shit on a few people before giving stuff out to the the general populace??? Why are people upset at this????

It was nice learning a bit more about Salome (though tbh I thought her backstory and relationship to scien would be… more significant LOL). And kinda weird that they left her mumbling when they were in hiding as “…” instead of maybe just quickly forcing the text to go through, because my limited amount of Japanese from anime let me understand the gist of what she was saying and oh. Gives a bit of a different vibe knowing what she said vs it having to be explained

Also, my face when they just decapitated Adolphe but then Ceres TOOK HIS HEAD WITH HER? HONEY NO, GIRL PUT IT BACK HE’S DRIPPING

FUCK THE ROYAL FAMILY, ALL MY HOMIES HATE THE ROYAL FAMILY 🔫🔫 The reservoirs or repertoires or whatever the hell they’re called can eat my ass and die 😂

The way I hollered when Lucas went in and shanked their asses, MY MAN!! … every other time he showed up though was a big aw shit Lucas we’re not in your route anymore go away please!! You’re causing the despair end nooo!!! 😂 very conflicting emotions when I see him now lmao

Same with when I see Jean… like you’re still so pretty and I love you but uhhh, hey Mathis maybe come over this way instead 😬

Side note, kinda sad we didn’t get to see Ankou in the second half of the route…

And finally - I love you Dahut, I was so worried you’d be evil but oh, thank god we have someone that’s just like a good friendly person (I think), you are so pure I love you please show up in every route to ease my fears (Hugo doesn’t count because I’ve still got my eye on him LOL)

Aight I think that’s it! In summary, Scien is this meme:

Literally just look at him

I wish I looked this sexy doing a jigsaw puzzle 😂

#blupengu yells about virche evermore #virche spoilers

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toririvas · 1 year

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Part three! We're finishing the listen today. I feel it.

Lake trip, simple truth or dare. Angela has some sort of sun reliant power? Eh?

Back to Mary .. sticky note man? An animator? Neat! Agatha.

That siren made everyone too chill and Nick is paranoid about it until he can't be anymore. Alice is SO down bad.

She's lost in the woods, somewhere in South Cali and she's never gonna make it to LA-- lmao.

"I have you trapped here and you're gonna *talk*." They're so dysfunctionally cute. Nick is trying to lie his way out of Alice's brain. Gaslight gatekeep girlboss, king.

"You had to invent a whole new me to be attracted to me!" Nick you like her back oh my god. THEY'RE MAKING OUT IN THE WOODS. i fucking knew it.

"that kiss was for the /real/ you." AAAAUGH

Vince got jumped by Sasha ! Lmao.

Stella v Roy, this is maybe the funniest mid-fight dialogue. He's just a down home classic southern gentleman, I get it lmao. I knew that would end like that with fuckin what's her names pheromones in the air.

Back to school. Lmao, somebody glaciered (Michael). Alice is putting on the fucking moves.

Vince gets extra training, neat. Sparks close up, fire long range. Fun!

Ethics of being a hero. Fuuuun!

Finals prep. Okay, makes sense to have the week off. Can't imagine how poor Chad is coping. He must miss it. Nick has an eidetic memory question mark? Or just a very good one. That's pretty neat. Threat evaluation is solid stuff.

Roy v Stella again! They're buddies in battle! And Violet is there too, she weakens people iirc?

Chad is so weirdly eloquent. Like it's so ... He's so robotic. Poor thing. Feels wrong. Stop using big words, nerdass.

"What do we do?" "We could play DnD?" "Mm, n-" "Movies?" "DnD it is!" LMAOOO

Carnival time. Aw, Alice

WHO TAZED HERSCH AND MARY??

MICHAEL GOT GIVEN THAT FOLDER? AND THIS IS HIS REVENGE?

Sasha asked the question and Vince can't fuckin lie! Oh god!

They're reconvening. Who's this? Agatha. Okay, she's a good egg. Nice girl.

It was the coaches, or someone who looks like them. Huh !

"they took our fucking kids!" Goddddd!!!! Vince has a paladin instinct. Nick is trying to dip, Alice punched his glasses off. Fucking queen.

"I did what I had to!" Rip into him, Alice, kill him with WORDS!!

He's so paranoid. My god. Okay they wanted Mary, Herschel is collateral. I'm anticipating a Roy appearance soon solely because George called Hersch useless.

Nick is going to leave, or so he claims. Vince is walking into a fire- where'd transport take him, fucking Centralia?

HOW IS THIS GOING TO RESOLVE IN AN HOUR? HOW?

Okay. Nick is in, decidedly not an incompetent asshole by his own word. All of the people from The Company are named like those books. Insanity but very funny. Mr. Move, Ms. Tracker?

THEY GLOW!!! THEY G L O W YOUVE GOT WESKER EYES MY BOY!!!

"Roy isn't the only son of Titan!" That seems like an important guy.

IS THAT? A WHISKEY COVERED BULLET? YOU ABSOLUTE MADMAN NICK! SHIT! Alice has her friend leader moment, and oh yeah let's go heavy hitter! Paladin nova Vince goooo!

Mary got free, nabbed George, and Vince fucking drained him. Avatar style. Well, that was a hell of a battle. But who were the coaches working for? I figured there had to be a draw for sequels SOMEWHERE.

They don't have to take finals? Pog.

Mary and Alice together, Nick alone. And of course, Mrs. Daniels has decided Vince is her son now! I'm happy about it. Hersch gets another brother! Nice!

Persephone is working with some people trying to, I'm assuming, stop Powereds from infiltrating the ranks of Supers. And Vince's father- his biological one, obviously, - is one of them. Inchresting... I wonder who of the Big Five or whatever he is.

And that's a wrap! A full review will come later today.

#meliveblog #melodys mumblings

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True, Olivia x Helena - what a great duo. Ohhh where did your friend met Sebastian, did they talk? I saw him on a motorcycle in London once, hahaha

Omg, The Interview... not this movie 😭 does your uni has any dark secrets then? 👀

Advice wasn't 3 years ago, but the time is running so fast I'm constantly confused. Like wdym it's almost the end of 2022...

Some people say "it's their money they can do what they want" well yeah, though sometimes I question if it's really THEIR money not their parents, because wtf??? But those stans must be so fucking bored to fly everywhere? So no job, no school? Tbh I would be too fucking tired, I love Ateez but no way I'm travelling around the world for two months just to see them. Same with fan signs/calls, just let it gooooo at some point. 😭 Most of those fans might not be dangerous, but you can't convince me this isn't some weird obsession 🤡 the urge to block, especially a few Hwa biased fans kshdjsysjsuskshwu, but I wanna see the man - the struggle 💔

You're right, I HATE the concealed lips trend so much

Baeksussy back at it, I won't trust you again 🔪 Wolf Girl and Black Prince is controversial, but some people love it and I'm like??? It's not even dumb, entertaining fun, it's just awful. I only bothered because the guy looked good, but his personality? TRASH. And Erica... girl, have you no shame. Brother's Conflict I- yeah remember, who allowed it?! The guys were pretty tho

I read the latest installment of Campus Affair and SJ is also giving DUMB. I CANNOT WITH HIM 😭 is there nothing behind that forehead??? Damn I need to catch up on the Harem. Tbh the character doesn't need to be black-haired, I can envision Hwa in every hair colour basically

I think BBC was shocked that someone as cheerful and nice as Chuu decided to stand up for herself. Ooooh I hope all the members can get away from that company (I think Vivi can't because she's a foreigner and would have to leave Korea </3), but not BBC denying it ofc lmao. I also hope Omega X wins their case and comes back soon.

Yes the chest, the Hwaboobs need to be covered too

I almost thought Spain x Germany would end in 0:0, hshahsiagshsha it was still a draw, but wtfffff. I could never take Neymar seriously, I know he has his moments, but I can't stand him and his shitty acting, he learnt all the tricks in Barca lmaooo 💀 this guy did a Neymar. ??? Yes, Tottenham players are doing well, can't deny it.....

I don't follow WayV's music, but I always see their questionable or loser behaviour, especially Yangyang 💀 but I felt that video actually, it happened to me

I need Soohyuk's sweater and I need Seonghwa in his sweater 🤗

I tried to find the best tier list, but all of them were missing something. My friend said she actually started making her own list a few months ago, sooooo maybe we will help her 👀 BESTIE THE HOLIDAY THAT LOW NOOOOOOO. Wait you didn't see Love, Rosie?! :o you must see it IMMEDIATELY. Here is mine

Stop because when Seonghwa dropped THE pool photos I instantly thought of that tenelka fic

WHITE HAIRED HWA IN THE JAPANESE MV LET'S GO LET'S DIE

That's what I said when they announced SuperM, no Changmin but Lookass?! Be serious 🔫

THE 2ND ONE I'M GONNA KMS!!!

I'm afraid about Seonghwa's and Mingi's hair, please please please no scissors 😭😭😭😭 and I don't wanna say goodbye to blonde Hwa either 💔💔💔💔

DO NOT SAY THAT TO ME I'M THE STEALER

Very true <3 I'm crying lol

WHAT THE FUCKKKKK. Seonghwa's a cutie though

.......... If I saw him outside my window I'd have jumped - DV 💖

hi hello!!!

True, Olivia x Helena - what a great duo. Ohhh where did your friend met Sebastian, did they talk? I saw him on a motorcycle in London once, hahaha

i need them to play like a fairy god mother vs the ‘evil fairy god other” I NEED THEM ON A DISNEY FILM !!!! they didn’t! the rush hour was too much but my friend momentarily froze bC JUST RANDOMLY?? we do not see anyone else but our canadian mascot ryan reynolds here so it was quite a surprise fhdbd AYOO??

Omg, The Interview... not this movie 😭 does your uni has any dark secrets then? 👀

LMFAOOOO YEAH THAT MOVIE 😭😭😭 seth rogan made my uni mad it was a whole fiasco fhsbshd,,, u know what i do know if they do but it is a creepy uni,, the most dark secret i know is that there’s a avocado statue in the uni garden <3 lights up as well <3 fbwndh

Advice wasn't 3 years ago, but the time is running so fast I'm constantly confused. Like wdym it's almost the end of 2022...

no bc why did november skim past so fast??? it was oct 31st like yesterday and now it’s snowing and dec 1st???? wHAAAT??? time is a simulation

NO BC EVEN IF IT IS THEIR MONEY,,, don’t u get bored seeing the same idols again? like isnt it inconvenient to sit on a plane and travel 7 seas away to attend a 1 hour fansign jetlagged completely??? no school, no job??? just vibes??? NO BC IS IT NOT TIRING TO WANNA TRAVEL WITH THEM REPEATEDLY??? “but you can't convince me this isn't some weird obsession” no u are correct, i get that they wanna travel just bc “yolo” but come on bro spending 400$+ on tickets for 2 months at idk 12 shows??? is it not tiring like id be physically exhausted at the second day of the concert, like ive seen this exact setlist yesterday why do i wanna see it for 2 more months 🤨 FBANDHWK SOFTBLOCKING THE FANSITES

You're right, I HATE the concealed lips trend so much

no like, we’re not gonna kiss it??? why are u hiding them??? it’s the bronzer and the concealer im about to fire this makeup artist 🔫

LMFAOOOO 😭😭 no bc it had POTENTIAL but it was executed terribly tbh,, YOURE RIGHT HIS PERSONALITY WAS TRASH THEY WANTED TO MAKE HIM SEEM LIKE A USUI 2.0 BUT FAILED AT IT SO BAD,,,see the red haired one in brothers conflict, do u rmr subaru i-

FBWNDHWJ IM NOT THERE YET BUT THEYRE ALL SO DUMB 😭😭😭 NOTHING BEHIND THE FOREHEAD STOP IM GONNA USE THIS AS A DIALOGUE IN THTIS YUNHO FUC FBENFHEJ ,,, i also have it catches up on harem ever since that webtoon update about free passes each day like MF i can’t even read nothing???,,, ur absolutely correct, he is red haired hwa <3 but im sorry this. this guy right here.

YEAH!! the way they keep denying everything and jtbc calling them out on it fbdbd,, bc chuu’s so loved globally hopefully she doesn’t get blacklisted like a certain someone! vivi and hyunjin, hopefully vivi’s working with the visa issues before terminating! i hope so too! have a lot of evidence and hopefully they win!!

Yes the chest, the Hwaboobs need to be covered too

hwaboobs and sooboobs. need them both in a room, covered.

NO BC GERMANY IS NOT HERE TO LOSE,, seriously the teams this year are so unpredictably good <3 i keep laughing at how the guy from the saudi team got touched and he rolled over and fell 😭😭 mf how dramatic are u 😭🤚🏼 he deserves a rolls royce for that acting fbsnd,, LMFAOOOO neymar is so jokes STOP FBWKDHWK HES IN HIS NEYMAR ERA COMEON MAN LEARN FROM HIM,, he pretend to be hurt every match and now he is! LEARN 😭😭 ngl sk was robbed of a goal 🤚🏼

I don't follow WayV's music, but I always see their questionable or loser behaviour, especially Yangyang 💀 but I felt that video actually, it happened to me

wayv is so questionable sometimes i forget they’re a group bc they act like a walking talking sitcom,,, and yangyang,, why’s he always set up like that, breathing hard and groaning over a TAP FBWKDJAK

I need Soohyuk's sweater and I need Seonghwa in his sweater 🤗

im about to make soohyuk hwa’s father in the next fic, i can’t take this resemblance anymore every time. i just see him and go “so that’s what dilf seonghwa would look like, huh”

SEND OVER THAT LIST ASAAAPPP BESTIES FRIEND!!! SAVE US,, lOOK HEAR ME OUT I DIDNT EVEN WATCH IT PROPERLY OKAY WHEN I DID IT WAS A MESS AND IT LEFT THAT IMPRESSION ON ME,, ILL REWATCH IT ONE DAY,, AND EXUSE ME WHY IS 5 YEAR ENGAGEMENT SO LOW ON UR CHART 🔫🔫 WHAT IS THIS BLASPHEMY

Stop because when Seonghwa dropped THE pool photos I instantly thought of that tenelka fic

no bc is this not… AD..

WHITE HAIRED HWA IN THE JAPANESE MV LET'S GO LET'S DIE //// That's what I said when they announced SuperM, no Changmin but Lookass?! Be serious 🔫

BETSIE WHAT IS THIS MV I HAVE NOT STOPPED SCREAMING !!!! no srs??! changmin would’ve been the best top tier addition to superm! his vocals and his dynamic with everyone would just been so much better!

THE 2ND ONE I'M GONNA KMS!!! /// I'm afraid about Seonghwa's and Mingi's hair, please please please no scissors 😭😭😭😭 and I don't wanna say goodbye to blonde Hwa either 💔💔💔💔

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT, FIRST THE LIP STAINS AND NOW THESE PC’S 😭😭 WHY DO THE JPN ALBUMS HAVE TO BE SO EXPENSIVE I WANT THIS FRAMED 😭😭😭 if the stylist comes near mingihwa or yeo,, im boycotting them 🔫

DO NOT SAY THAT TO ME I'M THE STEALER

DHWKDHKWDHKW HE SAID IT AGAIN WHAT IS THIS MAN DOING 😭😭 BAITING US

Very true <3 I'm crying lol //// WHAT THE FUCKKKKK. Seonghwa's a cutie though

omg stop it, his aura changes when he’s blond,,, idk if ive seen this before but after kai’s blond hair in monster ithought id never see an aura like that BUT seonghwa’s blond, every fucking type of it, im so in love. he’s so different with blond hair, it’s his fratboy calling actually

STOP I WAS ABOUT TO SEND THAT TO U

.......... If I saw him outside my window I'd have jumped - DV 💖

but uhhh anon is this not model hwa for a street magazine shoot. 🙂. I wOULD NOT LET GO OF THIS MAN bc what is this

anon 😭😭🤚🏼

mingi has joined the ysl line, i knew i could trust him, will be preparing a model mingi au

very surprising news, i dreamt about the guy who performed dreamers at fifa <3 first time. im, apparently, obsessed.

and exo finally exoing 😭🤚🏼 idk if u can see me crying

and i need to u do this. COMEON.

HE IS SO CUTE

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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sukirichi · 3 years

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— out of reach | gojo x reader

request: Girllllll I just read your jealous gojo fic and my heart went 📈📈📈📈💥💥💥 youre now one of my fav writers 🙏🧎‍♀️And the spicy parts 😫😫😫 💖 If your asks are still open, could I please request a fic where GOJO has a size kink 🥺🥺🥺 my 5’1 ass is obsessed with that shizzzz

pov: you’re gojo’s childhood friend and roommate – which leads to utter chaos – or perhaps utter bliss?

warnings: size kink, lots of teasing, lots of cursing, dirty talk, choking (probably not in the way you think), body worship, lots of size difference scenes, slight manhandling, overstimulation, thigh fucking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl guys) + unedited fic :D

notes: idk what happened here LMAOOO but i loved writing this one because i’m short as hell too lol. thanks for this request anon, i hope you like it! <3

word count: 10.5k

masterlist !

If you’re going to be honest, having Gojo as a roommate is something completely unexpected.

Not only are you two from entirely different worlds – him as a jujutsu sorcerer and you as an average human who can’t see curses – but he’s also just someone who is entirely out of your league. He’s respected and looked up to in his field of work, while half of your co-workers don’t even know your name, much less notice you in function parties where you mostly just nibble on sushi before calling it a day and turning back home.

You and Gojo met in elementary school. You could tell from the way he’s surrounded by servants and stern looking adults, firm hands on his small shoulders, that he was different from everyone else.

Apparently, he comes from one of the three big clans in the jujutsu world or whatever. You honestly don’t care about any of that, because Gojo refuses to act maturely about his role in the clan. You still remember how quiet he was on the first day of school, never smiling and keeping to himself despite your persuasion to eat lunch with him or play with him after school in the courtyard.

You miss that Gojo Satoru – the quiet, serious kid who was far too gentle in his actions yet firm in his words and beliefs. When you were still a little girl, you admired how he seemed older than his age, a wistful look in those azure blue eyes of his that you’ve always loved.

To you, Gojo Satoru was your hero. You’ve always been one of the shortest kids in class, and it didn’t help that you really loved pigtails all the way until middle school that made you an easy target from immature people who’s being hit way too fast by puberty and growing each passing day. You never minded your short stature because really, it’s just height, but you couldn’t ignore how your confidence dwindled each day when they called you several array of nicknames.

Too shy to fight back, you’d laugh it off or force a smile.

Gojo wasn’t having any of it. He’d break his silence and immediately pull you to his side (which only made things worse because Gojo was one of the tallest kids in class, further emphasizing how small you are right next to him) before threatening to smack the kids right in the face.

The threat should be enough to land him detention, but because he’s Gojo Satoru, the golden kid everyone loved, they took his word seriously.

At the age of eleven, you started seeing your best friend as your knight in shining armour. Gojo basked in this, growing protective and always glaring at whoever snickered when you walked past them. Sometimes he even bared his teeth to hiss at them, which was honestly so ridiculous now that you think about, though the message – the threat – always came across loud and clear.

So yeah, you love Gojo, you still do.

Years flew by and the two of you grew apart due to work and also as a part of growing up. You still kept in contact, messaging each other once a month to ask the other how they’re doing. His work kept him extremely busy though, and Gojo didn’t want you involved in the dangers of what he’s doing, so he makes sure to keep a safe distance.

Until six months ago, you hear a banging on your door. You’re just about ready to throw hands because your former roommate moved out to live with her stoner boyfriend, leaving you to shoulder all the bills and responsibilities of maintaining a two man apartment.

A sneer forms on your lips as you swing the door open, a scowl already on your face. You assumed it was your roommate who returned to get the pair of lace panties they left in their room, but instead, your childhood friend stands before you, taller (seriously, how has he not stopped growing?) and definitely a lot hotter than the last time you saw him.

One thing leads to another, and now it feels like there was never such distance between the two of you with how easily you both fell back into a comfortable – yet chaotic – rhythm and routine of being each other’s roommate.

Not that you mind, of course. Gojo’s definitely changed a lot from when you were kids. He’s no longer that stiff or sensitive when it comes to others. In fact, it seems like he loosens up a lot more with age, because you can barely recognize the man living under the same roof with you now.

For one thing, Gojo is loud. Like really talkative, won’t shut the fuck up and speaks like he’s in a screaming contest with someone. It doesn’t matter if you’re taking an important phone call or sleepwalking at three in the morning to pee, Gojo is always creating some sort of ruckus.

You’d never admit it out loud, but you loved it. You love him.

He’s definitely a lot more enthusiastic and fun to be with now that both of you have grown up, or in Gojo’s case, simply aged. His maturity reversed backwards because it feels like you’re taking care of a little kid.

Not only does his body clock is practically non-existent, he’s also horrible when it comes to taking care of himself and being punctual with work.

Fortunately for him, you love him, and you both leave for work at the same time. You always wake up earlier to prepare breakfast so you’d both have energy to start the day – although you highly doubt there’s really anything that depletes his endless source of one.

Sleepily walking through the kitchen with your fist rubbing at your eyes, you rummage through the refrigerator for some eggs when you realize there’s none.

Huh, you think to yourself, scratching your scalp. You’re sure that Gojo went grocery shopping last week since it’s his chore to do the outside stuff like buying groceries and throwing thrash, so where did it go?

You open shelf by shelf, checking each corner and shoving cans aside to look for the tray. With a glare, you stand on your tiptoes to pull the pantry open, only to have your mouth fall aghast because it’s all there – right at the back where you can’t reach it!

Fucking Satoru, you grit your teeth while heaving your body up onto the counter. It’s a struggle because not only are your muscles still half asleep, but because the shelf is right in your face, and if you’re not careful enough, you could hit it right with your face and fall over. Of fucking course you know Satoru did this to make fun of you – and now you retract your statement over your best friend.

It’s all a lie.

He’s a pain in the ass. Why do you even bother cooking for him and letting him live literally just a room away when you know he won’t stop pulling shit like this?

Because, the nagging voice in your head tries to mock, he’s your best friend and you can’t really say no to him. This makes you huff as you carefully pull the tray towards you, hooking two fingers at the edge while your other palm grips at the end of the counter for support. No thanks to your short limbs, you’re practically hogging the shelf by now in an attempt to reach it. You look ridiculous, that’s for sure, and you make a mental note to keep Satoru’s windows open tonight so he freezes to death –

“Aw, cupcake,” a sing-song voice emerges from the other side of the room. “You look so adorable. You should’ve woke me up if you need my help.”

“Fuck off, Satoru,” you flip him off. The man only laughs, the rambunctious sound echoing off the walls. It’s way too early in the morning and he’s already so damn loud; something builds up at the back of your head out of frustration already. His grin only gets wider when you finally got the eggs and clutch it your chest, setting it down on the counter while wiping your sweat away from your face. “Freeloader,” you mutter under your breath, ignoring him when he happily skips over to you.

“Ouch,” he places a palm over his chest, although you both know he’s never really affected by anything. “So what’s for breakfast today? You?”

“You know, I can kick you out anytime I want. I’m being extremely nice even going as far to cook you breakfast before you leave for work, so don’t test my patience.”

“Exactly, my best friend is so kind,” Satoru grows the audacity to rest his arm on your head. This triggers a reflexive response from you; shoulders tensing up and hands curling into fists beside you. “I would totally date her if she wasn’t such a temperamental little devil,” you nearly stab him with a fork with his statement, which he thinks he’s being so sly for but you heard it, and you’re most definitely not pleased with it. “Okay, I’m kidding! I’m going to go shower now!”

You roll your eyes at him and heat the pan over with some oil, muttering under your breath that you’re really going to kick him out soon. As if things couldn’t get worse – as if Satoru couldn’t get any worse – he smacks your backside in the process before darting to the showers.

“Gojo Satoru!”

“Morning, best friend, love ya!”

You were right. He is a pain in the ass.

“You don’t always have to walk me to work.”

“I know.”

“So why’re you still here? I’m not a little kid anymore,” Contrary to your words, you stick closer to Satoru when the morning rush of workers and students begin to crowd the streets. Your best friend notices this with a small smile, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Don’t even try, Satoru.”

“I wasn’t saying anything.”

“I know that look on your face,” you fiddle with the buttons of your uniform, sighing when Satoru follows you inside the bus after tapping your phone for two seats. It’s not a surprise to you anymore that most of your expenses are spent by him, for him, and he lazily sprawls his long limbs across the seat before you pulling you down right next to him.

As much as you hate this man, especially because he smirks at the attention he’s receiving from women – even men – in the bus, you have to admit he’s warm and smells damn good. You bite the inside of your cheeks, looking around in slight self-consciousness before inching a little closer, just to feel his warmth. He’s comforting – irrationally so – so you set your bag between the both of you to keep your sanity. “If you keep doing this, Principal Yaga might fire your ass because you’re never on time.”

“Trust me, cupcake, he won’t. I’m too valuable for that.”

How you saw that coming – you can’t tell anymore. The bus ride is relatively quiet and eventless, with you dozing off every now and then because you’re never a morning person. Thankfully, Satoru is more respectful this time around, lolling your head until it drops to his shoulder. After that, he snakes his arm around your waist before resting it on your thigh as a way to say you don’t have to head bang every damn second and just sleep.

On any other occasion, you would’ve hated it. You always look so small whenever you’re in Satoru’s presence. It doesn’t help that he’s long and lanky, either, his slender fingers effortlessly caressing your thigh while almost your entire body is flushed next to him. But right now, he’s too warm, too soft, and you’re too tired that for just a little bit, you allow yourself to relax.

A beeping wakes you up a moment later. Opening your eyes, you push yourself off Satoru when you see an old lady reaching for the handles. No one gave up their seats for her even as the bus driver asked her to find a seat lest she’d fall.

“Grandma, here, take my seat—” You’re about to stand up and offer it to her when Satoru tugs you by the wrist. Because of your small, wobbly composure, pulling you to him takes little to no effort. You end up on his lap, sitting on him as if you’re nothing but a small, dainty schoolbag. Satoru is clearly enjoying this because you feel him breathily laugh on the back of your neck, charming – annoyingly so – as he gestures to the now empty spot beside him.

“It’s no worries, Grandma. She’ll be fine,” he gestures to you, patting your head like you’re some puppy. “Please, take a seat. The bus is already moving.”

“Satoru, get off me,” You wriggle yourself from his hold, which only ends up in wasted effort because this big oaf doesn’t even budge. He even bounces you on one of his thighs, and you dig your nails into his arms as a silent plead for him to stop. He ignores this, ignores your small whines and the apparent embarrassment that has you debating whether to punch him or hide yourself in the safety of his uniform.

“She’s a feisty little one, isn’t she?”

The old lady watches the two of you banter, giggling behind her wrinkled hands. “You’re an adorable couple.”

“I think so too!”

“You’re so going to pay for this, Satoru,” you grumble, face planted onto your palms. This is it – the worst day of your life. It’s even worse because despite your protests, you have to admit his lap is actually comfortable. You’ve already known this before after countless times of cuddling with Satoru during movie nights, but its different when you’re both out in public. It feels...oddly intimate and maybe even romantic when he rubs soothing circles at your back, almost as if apologizing for this event. Most of all, you just hate the way something pools beneath your stomach at having him so close to you like this. “This is so embarrassing. I’m practically crushing you with my weight.”

“Please, cupcake, you barely weigh anything. I could easily lift you off with just my finger,” when you elbow him in the chest, Satoru only laughs, raising both hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’ll stop teasing.”

You give up. No one seems to be paying much attention to any of you anyway, so you sigh, letting yourself hide in the crook of his neck as you watch the city pass through the windows. Your body moves as his chest rises and falls from his breathing, the movement oddly comforting. It’s embarrassing – it really is – but at least the grandma was comfortable until Satoru drops you off near your building.

“You don’t have to walk me all the way there.”

“Why not? You don’t want people to see us together or something?”

“No,” you stare at him from the corner of your eye. It’s no secret Satoru is attractive. This bastard knows it too, judging from the way he confidently and arrogantly swaggers next to you, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he walked with no care in the world. “My co-workers keep asking me for your number every time I tell them we’re not dating. It’s getting annoying at this point how they go Satoru this and Satoru that.”

“Am I hearing it right? Is cupcake jealous?”

“I’m not jealous, I’m disgusted,” you correct, “They don’t know how much of a pain you are to have around. They’re so focused with your looks that they completely overlook the fact you can’t even wash your dirty underwear!”

Satoru frowns at this, pointing his finger to you as if you’ve accused him of a huge crime. “Hey, I wash my underwear.”

“Yeah and last time you did, you mixed it with whites! My work uniform turned a stupid shade of blue! Now I can’t picture the colour of your boxers out of my head and it’s giving me a headache!”

“Wow, Y/N,” the smirk on his face and the sudden drop of nicknames lets you know you’ve said something wrong. Even behind his blindfold, you could tell his eyes are just sparkling with amusement. He’s enjoying this way too much. “I never thought you’d ever picture my boxers. I mean, I don’t mind showing it to you if you ask nicely—”

“Ugh, you’re so hopeless. I’m going to work.”

Gojo laughs when you jog away from him. He catches up with you in a matter of seconds, only having to take a few steps forward before he’s right beside you again. You’re unsure if you should be annoyed it’s so easy for him to always be right next to you, and how he almost always is right next to you while you prefer running away. It muddles with your heart and mind so much you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to be swayed by the sickeningly sweet sound of his laughter. “I can’t pick you up later, okay? I might work overtime!” (that’s a lie since Gojo prefers shopping and sightseeing)

Both of you know that’s a lie. Gojo never works overtime. He’s going to work for a few hours and so and call playing around with his students as “on-hand learning” before he goes shopping for stupid souvenirs and wild-flavoured mochis, then end his day by sightseeing and coming back home.

“Wasn’t expecting you to,” you mumble, waving goodbye to him as the office doors close. Slowly, Satoru’s grin and enthusiastic farewell fades into view until nothing but the pale, silver walls of your office greets you.

Funny how you claim to hate this man so much, yet the moment he’s out of sight, everything becomes dull and pointless.

It’s an absolutely shitty day. Your equally shitty boss blames you for something you didn’t even do, all because his incompetent secretary – who you’re sure he’s sleeping with – lost this month’s report and claimed she handed it to you last week when you’re not involved in that kind of work. Logic doesn’t come by them because your boss publicly humiliates and scolds you, calling you all kinds of names until tears are streaming down your face.

You slam the door shut the moment you get home, kicking your shoes off as you head straight to your room. You don’t bother taking your makeup off anymore as you change into a loose shirt and floral cotton shirts, padding to the kitchen after seeing Satoru is well nestled into the couch.

At least someone’s had a good day.

Seeing as the sink is empty, he probably hasn’t eaten dinner. This makes you sigh, because when will he ever learn to look after himself? He’s literally like a child.

Satoru pauses whatever he’s watching before he hovers over you, head tilted to the side as he gazes at you with curiosity. You ignore him and begin to set down some bowls and chopsticks for dinner, all the while Satoru is studying every inch of your tightly pulled face. “Bad day?” he concludes.

“Hmm.”

“Bad day it is then,” he nods to himself. “I can cook dinner, if you want.”

“And have you burn my apartment? No thanks,” you scoff, pushing him aside to retrieve the pans when you see that he’s placed them above again, even after you’ve reminded countless times to just leave it near the holders in the sink. “Ugh, why do you keep putting the pans in this shelf? You know I can’t reach this. I’ve had enough with you pulling pranks on me, and don’t think I’ve forgotten you placed my shampoo above the shower head today, you idiot,” you snarl and hop over the counter again to get the pans, trying your best to fight back the tears that are threatening to fall. “You’re really bothersome, you know that?”

“Then why don’t you kick me out?” he challenges, completely oblivious to how you’re struggling – both physically and emotionally. “You always complain about me being a nuisance here, but you’re not really doing anything to keep me out.”

“Because where else would you go?”

“Technically, I have a room back at the Institute.”

“Yeah, but because you’re so stupid and reckless that you got kicked out of your own home,” you spat out, and you watch as Satoru raises a brow at your statement. Banter is common between the both of you, but something about the intensity of your gaze lets him know you’re serious this time around. “I don’t even know how Yuuji puts up with you. That poor Megumi is right when he says you’re insufferable. You’re good for nothing!”

Satoru scoffs, “Fine, if you hate me that much, why didn’t you just say so earlier? I could easily pack my bags and go since I’m just making everything harder—” Satoru doesn’t get to finish what he’s saying when your hand over the counter that acts as support slips under you, and you fall, legs bent awkwardly while you scream, preparing yourself for the impact. The pan is long forgotten, your only thought was oh my god, so this is how I die.

But it never came, and you keep your eyes shut tight even as warm hands cup your ass. Satoru is breathing hard under you. Finally gaining the courage to crack an eye open, your breath halts when you see that he’s sitting on the floor, with you safely nestled between him.

Satoru has always had pretty eyes, but it’s rare he takes off his blindfold off even when he’s home. This is one of those rare occurrences that he seems like a normal human, dressed in a gray sweatshirt that hands low from his collarbones and magnetic blue eyes staring right back at you. His touch is gentle, almost as if he’s afraid to hurt you, and his voice that is usually loud and teasing comes out breathy and hesitant.

“Are you okay?”

Your gaze drops down to his lips. He’s close, so close, that if you just lean a little closer you could – you snap out of your daze. “Get off me.”

“Cupcake, you’re the one who’s on top of me,” his voice falls an octave lower, eyes flitting down to your clothing – or rather the lack of it – before Satoru takes a deep breath. “Did you really have to wear that?”

“I have the right to wear whatever I want in the comfort of my own home.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” he raised a brow, this time completely in control of himself as he gazes back up at you with a burning gaze. You see nothing but the way one corner of his lips tilt up, almost teasing, and he looks so much like a shit-eater that you feel heat crawl down your spine.

You push yourself off him but your bent foot behind you slips, and you fall forward with your hands clutching his strong shoulders. Satoru catches your leg behind you, drags it forward until your knee is pressed in between one of your warmth, very much still enjoying the way you wriggle away from his hold. He knows his effect on you – but you deny this wholeheartedly.

“Careful, cupcake. This isn’t a slip and slide.”

“I hate you so much,” you bare your teeth at him, slapping his chest until he finally lets go of you. Turning your back to him, you pick up the pan and begin preparing your dinner, muttering curses under your breath as you heat up the stove. “I’m kicking you out tomorrow.”

“Why not now?”

“Eat your damn dinner first.”

Dinner after that is awkward. Although Gojo is someone who can wolf down his meal in three seconds, he takes his time in eating to start conversation with you. Sometimes he asks decent questions like how your day was or he’d talk about something stupid, but he’s quiet the whole time. He even volunteers to do the dishes before retreating to his room, coating the house in silence.

It almost feels like you’re all alone over again.

You’ve gotten so used to him being an utter mess everywhere that when he’s not trying to piss you off and actually giving you the much needed peace, you begin to hate it. Memories of the rude things you’ve said to him a while ago play and in your head, and you bang your head against the wall repeatedly.

How are you supposed to apologize to Satoru now?

The answer doesn’t come until you stare at your walls, wide awake at midnight. The house is still eerily silent and you don’t stop shuffling around your bed in discomfort. Many times, you wished that Satoru would shut up and leave you alone, but now that he’s actually done that, it feels weird. Uncomfortable. It feels wrong.

With a grunt, you kick off the sheets and carefully tread to his room, knocking lightly in case he’s already sleeping. “Satoru?” you call out, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Are you awake?”

You’ve seen Satoru angry as kids before, but what would he be like now? Would he still want to be your friend? Would he still annoy you by hiding your things somewhere you can’t reach? Or would he be the who is now out of reach? If he leaves...who’s going to walk you to work? Who’s going to complain he doesn’t want to do groceries but buys you things you don’t ask for but want anyway? Who’s going to keep teasing the living daylights out of you if not him?

All these thoughts claw at the back of your mind until your bottom lip trembles. You hate how weak you feel; how you’re never careful with your words.

You never meant it when you said all that.

Your train of thought is cut off when the door swings open, revealing an equally tired-looking Satoru. At the sight of you peering up at him with glossy eyes, he pushes the door wider and steps closer to you, his large hands cupping your face as he leans down in worry. “Cupcake,” his brows pinch together, “Did something happen? Is something wrong?”

“I just wanted to apologize for everything I said,” you blurt out, “I was just tired from work and my boss was being shitty, so I wasn’t totally myself that time and I’m really sorry I took my anger out on you. I didn’t mean it when I said you’re insufferable and that I’m kicking you out so – yeah,” you breathe out, trailing your gaze downwards to stare at your feet instead. It’s difficult to look him in the eye right now. When you finally gain courage to speak again, it barely comes out as a whimper, your hands delicately tugging at his shirt. “Please stay. I like having my best friend around here.”

Satoru doesn’t answer.

You’re about to look up at him just in case you’ve said something wrong, or worse, he refuses to forgive you, but then – “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t kick me out. You’re too much of a darling to say no to me.”

Sigh. Satoru laughs when he sees your shoulders deflate, absolutely shattered in exhaustion. Hiding your smile to now show him you’re relieved, you punch his chest that really feels like a fly had accidentally flew into him. “Way to ruin the mood, Satoru. And here I thought I could have a serious conversation with you for once.”

“Apology accepted,” he beams, tilting your chin upwards so you could look at him. Even in the darkness of his room, his eyes glow, leaving you hypnotized in its beauty. “Plus, I think I’m the one who should apologize. You’re right; I haven’t been the best roommate and I am a freeloader,” he scratches the side of his head in thought. “But I do buy you food all the time though.”

“Yeah, with my money,” you counter, but you don’t really care anymore at this point. You’re beyond elated you’re both fine now, and you shyly gesture to his big, warm bed that suddenly looks so comfortable. “Can I stay here for tonight?”

“You want Satoru’s bear hug?”

“Yes, I do.” There’s no hesitation in your words and you don’t complain anymore when he easily picks you up like a ragdoll using only one arm. He’s surprisingly gentle when he places you both down on the bed, sheets warm and soft as it blankets over you.

It would be perfect – except it’s so damn awkward.

Gojo’s long limbs are everywhere. Your face is pressed into his chest, both your legs tangled together. His arm is sprawled over the curve of your hip, his hand nearly grazing your ass that’s barely covered by the thin material of your shorts, but if he shifts, he’ll end up cupping the back of your thighs which is equally uncomfortable.

He seems to be stuck in the same position because you’re so small, and your knees are grazing his groin. Had he known you’re going to sleep with him, he would’ve worn underwear or even boxers under his sweatpants.

He’s never told you before, but he prefers to sleep in the nude. Satoru only picked up the nearest pair of pants when he heard you knock, and even then, he didn’t have the time to wear a shirt.

Your breath is hot on his skin and he’s so sensitive and aware of all your movements. Satoru clears his throat awkwardly, shifting until his arm lightly holds your back instead, but then he pulls away as if he’s touched fire when he’d unknowingly fiddled with your bra clasp instead. It’s so painfully awkward that Satoru chuckles above you, while you scrunch your nose, silently praying to the heavens above that he won’t hear how loud your heart is beating right now.

“Why is it so hot in your own room?”

“Maybe it’s time you get me an AC.”

“You wish, Satoru,” you mumble beneath him, making yourself as comfortable as you can with your cheek resting on his bicep. It’s not the softest pillow considering he’s pretty muscular, but he’s warm and smells like mint spice nevertheless. “You’re really not going to put on a shirt?”

Satoru sighs, a long and loud one that is extended for dramatic purposes. Suddenly, he pushes your knee off of him, grimacing and thanking the darkness that you can’t see how much he’s struggling right now. “Cupcake, this is hard for me as much as it is for you. You’re barely wearing anything.”

“Since when have you cared about what I wear?”

“I’m a man, Y/N,” is what he reasons with, “You’re lucky it’s me. Had it been someone else and you crawled into their bed wearing these—” Satoru pinches the waistband of your shorts, and you squeal in protest, only making him laugh afterwards before he lets it go and the material snaps back at your skin, “—poor excuse of what you call shorts, I can’t guarantee they’ll give you a peaceful night.”

You know exactly what he’s trying to hint at. Still, it’s hard to believe that Satoru is capable of seeing you that way.

It’s not that you feel you’re unattractive. You know you’re pretty and have been out on many dates, but it’s easy to feel that you’re not sexy when you have the height of a thirteen year old and you’ve been constantly chastised about it.

Satoru’s not-compliment compliment has your heart skipping a beat, and you scoff in response. “Shut up,” you warn lamely, “I want to sleep.”

“Then let’s sleep, cupcake.” You don’t know if it’s because you’re utterly exhausted that you doze off seconds later or if Satoru’s words just held power in them, but soon all thoughts of anything unwanted drifts out the window, his arms keeping you close, completely safe and sound until the worst nightmares couldn’t even come close.

Hot. It’s extremely hot.

You crack an eye open to try and find the source of this uncomfortable heat, but you freeze when you realize you can’t feel your muscles from the chin down. Panic rises in your throat once you see the current predicament you’re in, and a scream rips through your throat so loud that the birds outside scurry away in a flurry.

You’re wrapped in Satoru’s blanket and comforter, rendering you unable to move because of how he’d treated you like a burrito wrap. Even your toes are captured inside this hell, and only your head is able to wriggle side to side.

“Satoru!”

The culprit comes out of the shower a split second later, his hair dripping wet and only a towel hanging low from his lips. If you weren’t so hell-bent on killing him, you would’ve been speechless at the way water drips from his hair down to the curves of his abs, going down down down into a place only your darkest imaginations could take you.

Satoru bends over in laughter as he whips out his phone, jumping from angle to angle and side to side to take photos of you. “Fuck,” he howls, slapping his thigh while you snarl in an attempt to break free. “You’re a lot cuter than I thought you’d be.”

“Satoru! Get me out of here!”

“No, this is way too gold. I’m sending these to my students.”

“Satoru, I’m serious!” The devil incarnate himself falls deaf to your please.

Maybe it’s because the violent intent has coursed through your veins so strongly that a surge of energy and strength overcomes you, and soon, you’ve rolled out of the blanket. The fresh air nipping at your heated skin is most welcomed, but right now, you had a mission to fulfil: obliterate Gojo Satoru.

The platinum haired man is still laughing to himself, too distracted in scrolling through the best photos to send to his students that he doesn’t notice you escaping and zooming straight right at him.

The momentum is enough to catch him off guard until you end up on top of him, short arms clawing your way through to snatch his phone. Satoru yelps when his phone lands out into the living room and your hands come down to choke him. You don’t have plans to kill him, but you want to hurt him enough to remind him you’re not someone he can fuck with.

You’ve just about had enough of this man and you’re so sick of him!

Satoru yells out a “Hey!” when you let out a battle cry, using your legs to kick him back when he tries to sit up. Your plan backfires when your hands slip down his wet skin and you fall face forwards, hands barely touching the ground for support when your lips come crashing down on his.

He stills underneath you. It takes a moment for you to realize that holy shit, you’re kissing him and his lips are so soft that has you scrambling back, but Satoru doesn’t let you.

His large hand comes up at the back of your neck to pull you forward. The sudden movement makes you gasp, and Satoru slips his tongue inside when you do so. You no longer remember how you got here or try to make sense of what’s going on, because he feels so good, tastes so good that you bury your nails in his hair while he ravishes your mouth.

You’re so tiny that his hand cups your entire buttcheek almost possessively, a low growl emanating deep in his throat when your tongue eagerly intertwines with his. Satoru tastes like heaven and everything about the kiss is sloppy – tongue clashing with one another and teeth nibbling at the other’s lips. It’s clear both of you can’t get enough of one another as you moan in his mouth, shamelessly grinding on his crotch, suddenly thankful that you’re always wearing thin clothes when you feel him harden underneath you.

“Fuck, baby,” he pulls away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. “Yeah, just like that,” There’s something empowering about the way he pants at your ministrations, especially when you roll your hips faster across his erection. “Keep going, baby, you’re doing – fuck – so well.”

You smirk at his praises, latching your teeth on his neck to suck marks on them. Satoru groans at the same time you muffle your moans through his skin, his hands sliding under your shirt to tug the cups of your bra down. You nearly lose it when he pinches your nipple, bolts of electricity running down your spine at the contact. A moan breaks through your lips just as you come right there and then, the wetness of your sudden orgasm barely hidden in your flimsy underwear.

“Feel good?” he teases and drags your shirt down to the other side, but the post-nut clarity hits. And when it does, it hits hard.

Fuck. You just came from Satoru’s simple touches, and he’s so unsatisfied, still painfully hard underneath you but nothing but panic and regret washes over you like a strong tidal wave. Suddenly, you grow lightheaded as you push yourself off him, fixing your bra while ignoring the confused and hurt look on his face.

“I gotta go to work,” you run out the room, feeling your body tremble as Satoru runs after you. “Make yourself breakfast. I’ll eat on the way out.”

“Y/N, wait!”

You know you’ve just ruined everything – that nothing will ever be the same after that – but you’re scared, utterly and remorsefully so, that you slam the door right in his face as if you don’t have any idea how much you broke him.

You’ll never forget the way Satoru’s face fell when you left.

Just as you thought, nothing is the same after that. The tension is so thick around the apartment you make an effort and go out of your way just to avoid him and the apartment completely.

It’s cowardly – you know this much – but do you ever try to fix the friendship you cherish but shattered completely? You don’t. You don’t because it only crashes down onto you now that maybe your feelings for him aren’t just platonic, after all. It’s even worse because you touch yourself at the thought of him filling you up when he’s asleep, all because you want him so bad and the mere presence of him has your brain malfunctioning.

It isn’t entirely sexual either. Yes, you want to fuck him badly, but it scares you down to the core even more because you want so much more than that.

Now you understand why you always say he’s a bother but never asked him to leave. It’s because you like him, actually romantically interested in him. It makes sense now why you always felt so annoyed whenever your co-workers asked for his number, or how you’re immediately pissed off when Satoru talks about this hot woman he saw at work. You always chalk it up to an excuse you just hate how he can’t keep in his pants, but it isn’t true at all.

It’s because you actually like him – and you’re at a loss on what to do or how to deal with it.

The next few days feels like hell. Satoru isn’t stupid; he knows you’re avoiding him. He stops teasing you eventually and even buys takeout all the time when you lock yourself up in your room right after work, refusing to cook dinner or even eat all so you’d be spared the torture of looking at him.

He’d knock at your door and ask you to eat, but other than that, he’s respected your distance.

You feel like the most terrible person on earth. You don’t miss the way dark circles line under his eyes or how he’s lost his spark, barely even speaking to you when you’ve come or about to leave for work.

You’re alone the whole ride, as well, and it only dawns on you how lonely you are when Satoru isn’t always annoying you all the time.

But it doesn’t make sense. Why is he so bothered by it? Didn’t he regret it? It’s painfully clear you’re not Satoru’s type. You’ve seen the women he dated before, and you’re not close to them so why does he seem like he’s struggling with this as well? Or maybe...he’s just sad that his friend is avoiding him.

Yeah, that has to be it.

Satoru is a man. He was probably turned on at that time, but after giving some thought about it, he probably wants to keep his distance too. He’d be insane if he ever actually wants to date you – his best friend out of all people – because he’s Gojo Satoru and he could literally have everyone else.

You don’t care that you’re a coward.

You don’t care that Satoru is sad to see you this way.

You don’t care because you know he’ll reject you, you know he’ll be weirded if you admit your feelings for him. To him, you’re like his little sister. There’s just no way you two would work out. For now, you have to get comfortable with the uncomfortable. You just need some time to get over your feelings for him, and when you’re confident you won’t fall for him again, you’ll mend your friendship.

You just need time.

“So, Y/N, you still don’t want to give us your friend’s number?”

“Yeah, Y/N, you should share it,” your co-worker encourages by jabbing her shoulder to yours. It’s a lazy Friday night and the staff went out for dinner. You don’t usually come to these hangouts since dinner with Satoru is always much more fun, but he’s the last person you want to think about now, so you happily join them. Now, though, you’re starting to regret ever coming here. “If he’s really single like you said, then it shouldn’t be a big deal to ask for it.”

“Well, since you want it so badly, why don’t you ask him directly for it instead?” you snap, feeling anger begin to trickle. All you wanted was just one day where you don’t have to think of him, but of course they had to bring him up. It’s also annoying how they can never seem to get the message across that you don’t want them dating him. “Why do I have to be the messenger?”

“We haven’t seen him much. Doesn’t he always walk you to work?”

“He’s been busy with his job, that’s all.” And also because I’m avoiding him – so now he’s avoiding me too.

“He’s a teacher, right?”

“Oh, come on, guys, don’t be so dense,” your senpai chugged her drink rather loudly, catching the attention of your nosy co-workers who wouldn’t stop pestering you for his number. “Look at how uncomfortable she looks. It’s obvious she doesn’t want you guys to be involved with her friend for a reason. Think of how weird it is for her too if ever her co-worker and best friend dated. She’s going to feel like a third wheel.”

“I’m not—”

“That makes sense,” your co-worker nodded beside you, “Are you sure you just don’t like him though?”

“Ew, why would I?” the food began to taste bitter through your lies, “He may be tall and attractive, but as his roommate, I’ve seen his ugly side. Satoru is a complete slob and can’t even cook to save his life.”

“I don’t mind cooking for him all the time if I were to be his little housewife.”

“That’s never gonna happen,” your words came out harsher than it was, and you laugh it off with a wave of your hand when your co-workers’ eyes widened. “I’ve been living with him for six months and he’s never brought anyone home or told me he’s going on a date. I told you already, he’s a no strings attached kind of guy. He’s nothing but a one night stand.”

“You have to admit he’s still sexy though.”

Right. You hide your groan through another shot because there’s no way of convincing them otherwise. As much as you hate to admit, you’re actually jealous on how freely they could talk about him like that, but then again, it’s not like you and Satoru were dating – or would ever date, for that matter.

They start to leave one by one when it starts to get late, leaving only you who’s still desperate to avoid Satoru. Nothing prepares you for when the sky darkens and a storm comes pouring just as you’ve left the closing shop, the rain drenching and soaking your clothes through and through. Running under the nearest tree for shelter, you shiver. It’s cold – way too cold – and curse yourself for not bringing a darned umbrella.

The nearest bus stop is like what, fifteen to twenty minutes away? Your teeth are chattering and your legs are shaking, and you fumble through your phone as you dial a number you know by heart before you even realize what you’re doing. “S-Satoru?”

“Y/N,” the surprise is unmasked in his voice, something shuffling in the background before it falls silent. “Is everything okay?”

“Uhm, are you busy right now? It’s fine if you are, I’m just—”

“I’m training with Yuuji, but what is it?”

“Listen, I,” you inhale sharply when coldness bursts through your body, making you shiver and press yourself closer to tree to get away from the rain. Above you, thunder crackles before the rain grows heavier and angrier. “I forgot to bring an umbrella and I’m absolutely soaked right now. The nearest bus stop is fifteen minutes away and all the buildings here look so shady—”

“I’ll be on my way. Text me where you are,” You nod and thank him, too cold and numb to realize you’ve just broken days of silence. You lose track of time under there, hugging yourself until your lips turn blue. It doesn’t take long before Satoru shows up minutes later, his hair equally drenched and sticking flat to his eyes free from his blindfold while he pants, hand on his knees. “Thank goodness you’re safe. I rushed here so fast I forgot to bring an umbrella.”

After seeing Satoru drenched like that, something snaps within you. He doesn’t seem bothered by the fact the rain is unforgiving as it slaps the pavement, and your heart breaks when you see that he’s more concerned for you – even after you’ve given him the silent treatment. “You idiot! Now you’re soaking wet too, you’re going to get sick!”

“Highly unlikely,” he shrugs. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“But what about—” Satoru suddenly carries you before draping his coat over your head, running until he found a cab to hail. He immediately asks the driver to turn up the heater while you tremble on top of him, not caring anymore that you’re sticking so close to him for heat.

Satoru doesn’t let you go all the way inside the apartment. He sets you down on the couch where you take off your wet clothes in haste, too cold with teeth chattering that you silently take the hoodie and boxers Satoru offers you, making sure to keep his gaze averted the whole time. Once fully dressed, you snuggle back into the sofa’s comfort, stiffening when the couch dips beside you.

Not a moment later, Satoru towel-dries your hair, leaving your mouth and throat dry with guilt. Even after you’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to him, he’s still so kind with you.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Satoru...” you twiddle with your thumbs just as he starts to ruffle the towel in your hair, making sure to squeeze water out of the strands as he dries it. “About what happened the other day—”

“It didn’t happen if you don’t want it to,” his voice is cold’ monotonous and so emotionless you’re rendered speechless. “You can forget about it.”

“I...”

“You regret it, right?” he’s done with drying your hair, and he stands up to place the wet towels in the sink as you watch him stride all the way there. He’s changed his clothes too; looking comfortable in a plain white shirt and some grey sweatpants, looking every bit the domestic boyfriend you’ve always wanted but can never have. “It’s fine. We can forget about it and go back to normal,” to emphasize his point, Satoru winks at you, though it does nothing but make your heart sink.

“What if I don’t want to forget it?” your voice is small; hesitant and wavering with fear. “What if...the only reason I pulled away is because I wanted more of you?”

Satoru’s back freezes as he sets the towel aside. At this point, your heart is pulsing on your tongue, and you dig your nails onto your thighs when Satoru sits down next to you, right next to you. He’s silent the whole time; eyes calculatedly piercing through yours. Your breath hitches when his hands that are burning hot against your cold skin cups your jaw before his thumb runs across your lips, his eyes turning dark at your reactions.

“And what if I said I felt the same way?”

“I,” you gasp, closing your eyes because it all feels so surreal. “I like you, Satoru. I like you a lot and I—” he doesn’t let you finish. Soon, you find yourself in his lap with his hands cupping your cheeks while he smashes his lips onto yours.

Satoru is absolutely feral. He’s breathing hard and almost angry, even, with the way his teeth are biting down to nibble on your lips. You moan when he drags you closer, your clothed centre rubbing on his thigh with delicious friction. “You have no idea,” he rasps down on your lips, “how much I’ve fucking liked you ever since we were kids,” Satoru pushes his hoodie aside, revealing your sweet neck to him, and he doesn’t waste his time in sucking and abusing the poor flesh so he can mark you as his. “I’ve always wanted you, Y/N, it’s always you, always you.”

You fist his hoodie when Satoru sinks his teeth down into the juncture of your neck, his hands curious and exploring every inch of your body. He knows you’re naked underneath his clothes, but it’s a different thing when he actually feels your breasts right on his palm. Satoru tweaks the hardened bud in his fingers, growling when you moan at the contact and use his thigh to get off.

“You—” you gasp as you expose your neck to him, wild and needy as you keep rubbing your heat over his thigh. “—talk way too fucking much,” you scold, finally pushing his lips away from your neck. Satoru chuckles at your eagerness but you silence him by flinging his boxers off of your body and somewhere far away, exposing your heat slick with arousal right in front of him. His pupils blow in excitement, hands coming up to grab at your hips, but his attention is taken away when you nibble on his ear to whisper, “Shut up and fuck me.”

The simple command is enough to make his patience snap. In a flash, you’re pinned underneath him, whining and moaning when his finger meets no resistance as he slips it inside. “You’re that needy, huh?” he laughs even louder when you lose it, humping yourself on his finger because it’s not enough.

“Satoru,” you beg, clutching his bicep when he adds another finger in. “More.”

His fingers are so long, hitting places that your small ones could never reach. He begins to scissor his way in, his fingers deliciously rubbing against your velvety walls while pumping them inside and out in a speed that causes you to squelch around him.

It’s absolutely lewd how you’re eagerly spread out before him, but your head is clouded with lust, no longer hindered by shyness out of your need to cum. Your chest is rising heavily, his thumb now rubbing against your clit as he coaxes you to cum. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he kisses your cheeks, eyelids, nose, anywhere but your lips, his voice so gentle and innocent as if he’s not knuckle deep inside you. “Tell me how you want me.”

“Inside,” you whine, gasping when he brushes against a really sensitive spot that has you clamping down on him. “‘Toru, fuck, just fuck me.”

“Beg for it,” he smiles against your skin, relentless and harsh as he keeps pushing inside you. You feel him everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Another finger adds in until you’re dripping enough on his palm and staining the couch, but neither of you care. “I said, beg for it.”

“No,” you hold back, nearly crying out when he pulls your fingers out of you. That sudden emptiness is back again, but you don’t want to beg. You’ve never begged another man before, and this won’t be the first time you’ll be doing so either. You refuse to let him have the upper hand despite the crystal clear fact you’re already soaking wet for him, but because you’re stubborn, you only fumble with his sweatpants to spring his cock free.

He’s already dripping with pre-cum from the slit, his cock hard and angry. Despite his arousal, Satoru stops you from going further, using only one hand to trap both your wrists. “Beg for it,” he demands again, his other fist already pumping down on his shaft.

You nearly cry at the sight. Both of you are aware that Satoru is capable of pleasuring himself, but it’s not that easy for you. Your small, dainty fingers will never be parallel to the pleasure his long cock could give you. All you had to do was beg for it. He’s right there, within reach, if only you’d just –

Impatient for your answer, Satoru takes you by the hips and discards your hoodie in the process, sinking you down his cock, inch by delicious inch. You don’t hold back from the sensual and high-pitched moan that leaves your lips. He’s long, and the tip of his cock just about brushes your cervix when he bottoms out. He feels so good, so warm and huge and filling you up right where you want him to be. Your head falls down on his shoulder as you begin to roll your hips, but Satoru has had enough.

“Fuck, look at you,” he presses on the bulge of his cock visible through your abdomen. “You’re so fucking small – how do you take me so well? I could ruin you. Do you want that? Do you want me to ruin you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck.”

“You think you can just leave me hanging like that, huh?” he slaps your ass, eliciting another moan from you and making you clench around his cock. Satoru falters for a moment. Before you can react, he stands up, your legs wrapped around his waist with nothing but his tip hitting inside you. “You’ve been so fucking mean – leaving me wanting you like that and ignoring me for days. Do you think you deserve this, huh?” Satoru kicks his door open at the same time he loosens his hold around your ass, making you slide down his length the next second.

“Oh, fuck,” you cry out just as Satoru begins to bounce you, your breasts following the motion of him fucking deep into you. “Fuck, Toru, that’s too—”

He’s so eager to fuck you, to make a mess out of you and have you losing your mind over his cock that he doesn’t even wait until you’re both on the bed. You no longer register when your back hits the pillow, or how your arms are frozen when he pins it above your head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises as he watches you clench around him. You’re so small and his eyes zero in on the way your abdomen bulges then flattens again every time he pounds into you, rolling his hips in a way that has you screaming and thighs quaking. “Beautiful, beautiful, perfect,” the moment his hands grip at your hips to pin you down, you know he’s not going to stop. And you don’t want him to.

Satoru latches his lips around your right breast, gently grazing his teeth over it while his other hand pinches and rolls the pebbled nipple between his fingers. He feels so good – and you’re crying already by the time you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.

The room is filled with the smell of sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin combined with his breathy grunts and your moans like heaven on his ears. Satoru wants you to feel how much he loves you – how much he adores you – and the pace he sets is torturous. He snaps his hips against yours and presses down on the bulge of his cock through your belly, chuckling when you tighten more around him.

Your head lols to the side, tears falling down your pretty face because of how rough he’s being. But you don’t complain, not when he’s filling you in so deep and he’s kissing you everywhere, touching you everywhere, making you feel nothing else and nobody else but him.

“You’re amazing,” he rasps, watching the way your tight cunt sucks him in greedily as if you don’t want him to go anywhere else. “You take me in so well – you really want me to destroy you, huh?”

“Satoru, please,” you finally plead, “I-I’m cumming, I want you, I need you, oh,” you squeal when he finally lets your arms free. You look so precious, so innocent, and he doesn’t let up his pace. He plants his feet into the ground and his strokes begin to grow sloppy, your tight walls encouraging him to go faster, go deeper.

If possible, Satoru is only even more fuelled with the way you look so precious and innocent in that moment. His touch is gentle in comparison to the way he’s mercilessly plowing into you, using his thumb to wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks. He knows he’s too big for you, that much is obvious from how much you’re already overstimulated just by his size, but your nails sink down on the flesh of his ass as a silent plead for more.

“Fuuuuck, I’m so close!”

“Yeah?” He fondled your clit, loving the sight of your small body creaming down on his cock. “Come for me, sweet girl. I want to feel you coming on my cock. Come on, tell me you’re mine. You’re made me for aren’t you?”

“Yes, Satoru, fuck,” you squeal, throwing your head back for a second when he keeps hitting your g-spot that has you seeing stars. Your toes curl and your hands fist the sheets behind you as he keeps impaling you with his cock right then and there.

You looked perfect; so perfect to him that he’s basically using you for his own pleasure at this moment. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, back arching and nipples brushing against his chest.

In that moment, you grow needy to have him even closer, tilting up to blindly search for his lips. Satoru complies; leaning down and leaving open mouthed breathy kisses that’s a mix of you moaning and crying around him, while he struggles to do so when he’s cursing at the feeling of you coating his cock with your juices. Satoru looks down at your tiny frame trapped in his arms, his voice husky as he groans once he saw both of your arousal absolutely leaking out of your wet cunt.

He’s so close but you’re already over the edge, scratching at his back at the overstimulation. You’re still so sensitive from when you came and Satoru doesn’t slow one down one bit. He loses his rhythm as his thrusts go sloppy, and Satoru buries his face in your neck as his cock twitches inside you until he bursts with his cum leaking out of your hole.

Satoru’s arms give out beneath you, his chest colliding with yours but not enough that he’s crushing you with his weight. You’re both breathing hard and panting, his dick softening inside you.

He pulls back a moment later to slide out his sensitive cock, wincing while he watches pools of cum gather in your pussy before it drips out. It isn’t until he’s witnessing the mess he’s made he realizes how you’ve been so good for him; taking him all the way in despite your quivering frame. It dawns on him now just how tiny you are when he pulls you close to him; you’re practically hanging off his chest with how small your body is.

He wonders how you’re able to fit all of him, but he’s grateful nevertheless. Satoru shows his appreciation by peppering kisses all over your face, his hand snaking down to caress your inner thighs.

“Hmm,” you moan into the kiss, jolting when his knuckles brush against your sensitive clit. “Satoru, no,” you whine while pushing his hand away, and he shushes you with another kiss. “’M too sensitive, please...”

“It’s fine, cupcake, it’s fine,” his nickname for you is back again, and you lean closer to him just as he begins to massage your sore legs. “You did so well for me, cupcake, you know that? You’re such a good girl for me,” too fucked out to have a comprehensive answer, you only nod in response, spreading your legs open again and ignoring the warm stickiness between your thighs as Satoru kneads your abused flesh. You feel him kiss your temple before he leaves to get a towel and cleans you up. Meanwhile, you’re so tired you’re about to doze out in his bed.

“Hey,” he soothes, bundling you up in his arms until you’re tucked in the safety of his body. So small, he coos inside his head, watching as you fold yourself even smaller while your eyes flutter. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you sigh into his shoulder, “I feel good. Thank you.”

Satoru doesn’t really know what you’re thanking him for. He feels like he’s the one who’s mostly indebted to you after everything you’ve done for him. You’ve already fallen asleep before he gets the chance to tell you how he feels, so Satoru only covers you both under his blanket, making sure there’s no more space between you out of fear you’ll distance yourself from him again.

But he doesn’t have to worry about that because you’re right next to him, and you’re never out of reach.

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Can I have that room yet?

Author: @toots-senpai

Fandom: My Hero Academia (Modern AU)

Pairing: Stepbro! Bakugo Katsuki x she/her reader

Rating: R 18+

Word Count:4.7k

Warnings: unprotected sex, implied! age gap (like she's in her second year of school and he's about to graduate), stalking mention, panty stealing, masturbation, enabling, tw: dubcon, tw: noncon, tw: stepcest, tw: voyeurism, he fucks your best friend, mitsuki knows everything..

Authors note : i haven't finished mha so if he's ooc it's literally because all i've done is read smut about him lmaoo .. also this is half ass edited, as per usual <333 have fun reading this lmaooo

MINORS DNI

i don't except follows from ageless blogs, you will be blocked!!

nsfw under the cut

Your life had been going smooth up to this point. Though your parents finally divorced fully last summer after 3 long years of fighting, things this year seemed to have been looking up for you. You've received a nice scholarship for your art school that paid 2 years of tuition full, you and your father moved into a nice house that had way more room than needed and you finally got your own art room. Fully yours with the closet down to the floorboards. You could never have been more happy in your previous years of living, so necessarily, you were not wrong in going out to celebrate tonight with your friends.

Noise canceling headphones against your ears as your fingers soaked in the dirty dish water below, humming along to your music a slight sway as you moved around the sink. You had a couple of hours before your second year graduation party and the couple of chores you had to do was not going to get in the way of your plans tonight. As you finished rinsing the last dish you heard the front door close indicating your dad was home. The excitement in your veins grew, the anticipation of tonight coursing through your veins and releasing almost too much dopamine compared to these last few years. You turned off your headphones and were met face to face with your dad, startling you a bit.

"Awe, sorry. I was going to get your attention-"

"Oh don't worry it's fine." You cut him off. "I was actually about to tell you about the graduation party, and probably a couple of other things.. such as finishing my laundry?" You mused and he just chuckled nervously for a second, and then took a brief moment to think before he said his next sentence.

"..We can see about that, and, if it's alright, I actually have something to talk to you about first- I mean show you!- first..." He trailed off nervously, at this moment you could just feel the excitement leaving your veins as he turned around and started walking to the living room muttering something on 'here this goes' as he kept going. When you followed him you were greeted with two new faces and auburn eyes now burning along into yours along with your semi-worried father. "T-This is that lady i've been talking to... I wanted to make it official, I'm sorry for-..." He trailed on but you were no longer paying attention to him but more at the blonde boy who's eyes bore into yours and his mother, who was paying attention to your father with adoring eyes. There was little worry from her but this boy reeked of trouble. His mother got up and interrupted him, putting your stuttering father to a halt and bringing your attention back to her.

"What he means is, we're ready to be apart of your family!" She mused giving a reassuring squeeze and kiss to your father. "Right Katsuki?" She giggled, too focused on the little honeymoon phase happening between herself and your father to even notice the mischievous nod towards you. You slightly cringed in disgust as his eyes trailed up and down your form, amused.

"A-Anyways!" Your dad said snapping out of his trance. "Help him take up his stuff please." He said before grabbing her stuff and heading up to the room, snapped back in his little love trance. She giggled again before coming to you. "My name's Bakugo Mitsuki, and my sweet devil spawn is Bakugo Katsuki and I heard about your grad party! I'm willing to do your laundry once i'm done unpacking if you'd like. " She trailed off walking behind your father, leaving you alone with Katsuki. Both of you eyeing each other slightly before you muttered a small. 'i'll show you to your room.." and picked up 2 of his bags out of the 8 that lie there. Walking upstairs with him on your tail you showed him to the extra room. You felt his glare on your back as you were opening the door and placing the bags next to the bed.

"This is your room." You stated walking past him and to your room door. Pointing at the bathroom door and the necessities in the nearby closet and then going back to your room yet of course when you turned around he has your art room open.

"What about this room?"

"That's my art room-" You tried going past him, and grabbing the door but he laughed at your attempt with a smug;

"I want this room instead."

You almost had a small asthma attack from the audacity of this man. Before you could even say anything to object he was already going in to grab the paint off the shelves.

"Now wait a damn minute." You argued grabbing him from your shelf and shoving him out of the room. "This room has paint everywhere! A- And it's already owned, by me-" You cut him off trying to push the paint back. Though you were taller than him by a sliver, his body could stretch more than yours, his athletic form easily overpowering yours.

"So you have a room." He stated nonchalantly.

"Okay? And, what does that have to do with anything? My art room is like my study, you can't have it just because I have another room."

There was a pause. Not a good one though as he just looked back at you... like you were dumb. His smug face painting annoyed

"But... you can use the other room as a study."

"The other room won't fit the big ass clay heater that's in the orner of this room-"

"What are you, a weak artist? So artistically creative that you don't know how to move things?" He laughs but fate had other things in mind for you as your father interrupted your bickering. A stead at your side as his palm clamped over Katsuki's shoulder.

"Nope Buddy, she actually moved all this up here by herself! She's going to college, and she makes quite a good amount of money for this household. She's earned this room." He joked coming over and kissing your head. "But just because you can't have her super cool room does not mean you can have something from it. Last week, y/n and I painted a desk-"

"That was for him?"

"Yes y/n, but Katsuki, we painted it so it will match your room, and your mother and I have picked paint for you room and-" Your dad went on, ushering him away and towards his room about the new paint plans. You were agitated, paint still in your hands as you looked at the desk. You laughed to yourself, the desk was wobbly and so strong stepbrother's going to try to move it without picking it up no doubt, so though you could've fixed it like you planned before the party, but his bickering took up so much of your time anyways that you walked out of the room and went back to preparing for the party. You left the bathroom door open as you got ready, matching your jewelry, makeup and what not and you tried to stifle a laugh as Katsuki did exactly what you expected and broke the arm of the table. Your eyes locked as you, finished and ready for your party, came over to the doorframe. "I'll fix it after the party!" You said cocky as you walked away from him.

He fucked your best friend on that broken ass table that night, making sure that the door to your art room was open just a creak so that when you went upstairs looking for her you got a nice sight of her getting split open on his dick in your own art room. The smacking of skin echoing down the stairwell when you went to check but his hands around her throat to keep her quiet as he locked eyes with you as you walked past got you more than anything. Especially when he bottomed out inside her at the sight of you cumming with shaky hips as your friend whined like a bitch in heat, squirming against him, unknowing about your presence. The 'war' with your new stepbrother starts there.

The next morning the table is back in parts on his new bedroom floor, screws being thrown a screw across his floor, startling him awake at 4 am and throughout the next week thumbtacks are put in your bed, paint is thrown on him while you were painting his room, and at the end of the week all of the paint in your art room is thrown on the floor. Red and purple paint seeping through the ceiling and onto the fresh plate of Mitsuki's grand dinner for the supposed to be family fun night. Which has led you to a new situation. Both of you covered in paint and cleaning up hundreds of dollars in colors in your art room. Both of your parents going out to dinner as you guys clean up your mess. It was silent for a couple of hours as you two attempt to soak up the paint, and pick it up from the previously wooden floor.

The floor wasn't perfect anyways, from it being your art room for years but it was most definitely now ruined because of the paint that you were struggling to pick up before it dried, the two of you. It was 3am when you they came back home and you guys still weren't done. Both of them going to their room and arguing, as if they've been doing it all night. It was 5am when they were finally quiet downstairs, Cans of paint slightly refilled and your floor slightly clean and Katsuki laughed. You turned to give him a death glare and he was just smiling looking at you. The sun was rising on both of your paint covered bodies and both of the colors on your body was aesthetically beaming around the room, he looked away from you quickly laugh diminishing to nothing but a flush on his cheeks that you could only see from his ear. Both of you were exhausted and covered in paint and you probably would've went to tease him but you dropped it, relaxing on the now painted floor. What you two couldn't get off was kinda cool looking. Marble like colored paint stuck in the wax of the floor, never to be moved again unless the floor was totally re-done. You both let out an exhale and Katsuki muttered something about a shower walking out of the room but you were too focused on the floor.

You were for the next couple of weeks too. University work taking up most of your creativity time and yet the time you stood in your art room, all you could look at was the floor. Something so irritating made something so beautiful. So beautiful that, your brain was stuck on it. The color patterns in every single painting that you tried to do consisting of the same palette of colors. Over and over again, for weeks. Katsuki wasn't that much of a nuisance as he was when he first arrived most definitely but it could be to the fact that he's been busy. You rarely ever see him, the only time you pass glances is early in the morning, when he's heading out for his morning exercise and you're going to drive for an hour to the campus.

Your pencils twirled as you stayed in deep thought about those colors, tapping and spinning around on the eraser. You weren't even focused on any of your work for the day, your art classes the only thing bringing you out of that thought. Guiding you as it always does, your professor yelling out to the class about feeling your art with all of your senses and somehow that thought has you squirming away for creativity on your bed. Vibrating toy rubbing away at your clit as your brain went silent for a bit, your cunt dripping down the toy a bit too much as flashes of white pass your vision. Creativity was potent the next day, your project earning you the highest score of your class, so it began a routine. The routine of once a week turning to, 3 times a week turning into every day once you got home. Your orgasms always pushing you to be productive and succeeding. Maybe you could be manifesting, you thought during dinner in the late week of the month. A soup with homeade bread sitting in front of you, everyone eating and preoccupied. With everything going so right recently, maybe you've started praising yourself a little too much. Your one toy turning into a collection of twenty and your paints and clay products all being of high quality.

It is what you deserve for being so smart and good with yourself, it was selfish. The way your own thinking made you start seeping through your pajama shorts, you had to excuse yourself from the dinner table, hurrying yourself away to your room and not even bothering to shut the door as your legs became jelly. It didn't take you longer than a couple seconds to find your toy and start plugging yourself deep and twisting it until your eyes crossed and on the other side of the door stood Katsuki. Balancing your soup, bread and juice while watching you through the creak of your doorframe, plunging your fat toy into your dripping cunt. Your ass was facing towards the door and you had your shorts slipped to the side and your hand was dripping with your arousal. He accidentally slipped out a groan as your toes almost slipped from the floorboard when you trembled from a slow thrust all the way out and back in. When you turned around a creak in the floorboards was all you heard, but nothing was there. You still stood on shaky legs to finally close your door all the way.

He was right there besides your fingertips when you touched the knob to close the door but you don't know. You know absolutely nothing, you know not of the constant nights of him fisting at his cock from just the whiff of your scent around the house. You know nothing, and he can't help it honestly, not when you can go a half hour by yourself, bed creaking from your hopeless grinding and thrusts. He can hear your wetness every night. Even through the door closed and he can hear it much better through the vent in the bathroom. He peeked through the keyhole of your door instead, soup left discarded on the small table besides him. He's pumping at his cock harshly, fingers spreading his pre um his shaft as you sat back down on your toy with a moan. His hips stuttered just at the sight. You grinded the two into your cunt, hips moving as you keep yourself in a sitting position with your knees. Your cunt is stuffed with the flimsy toy and you're bouncing so nicely on it, expertly if he could say himself. You're so desperate to cum that when you flip over on your back to reverse cowgirl the toy in your cunt that you shook at the new angle.

Katsuki could just see how you were dripping and he was envisioning that dumb toy of yours was actually his cock, and those pathetic whines were actually spilling his name. He was too deep into the fantasy, eyes away from you as he tugged his cock that was dribbling to the floor, but you on the other hand was frustrated. You stopped and pulled the toy completely out of you. Unsatisfied and going to grab your new toy, a suction cupped dildo with a curved tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of it as you slammed the drawer to your toys. Katsuki on the other side of the door was startled out of his fantasy as he went to peek at you again only to see you coming to the door, and with the only thinking he could up with he slippedd into the bathroom behind the door. Not expecting you to slip past the door completely unknowing and slipping off your soaked shorts and step into the shower. He's also not expecting the new toy in your hands to be suctioned to the bathroom wall and you bending over over so nicely, not even noticing the intruder behind the shower curtain. You're so unfocused on him that you're slipping the toy in so nicely, gushing down the wall,. He can see so clearly because of the poorly closed curtain at just good enough that he can see you already dripping down the wall. He maneuvered himself to a better sight, so that he could still see you pushing your ass against the wall, aching to be filled deeper with each whine and thrust.

Oh and you actually started moaning putting your hand on the wall for a bit of stability, he couldn't get enough of the sight. Your 'show' already bringing him back to cummimg harder than he has in awhile, and when you bring yourself to squirt with a high pitched whine he followed quickly. He groaned quietly under your moans as his cum filled the toilet spurting on the seat and into the bowl. Thick and healthy as it dripped smoothly into the bowl a bit. You came awhile longer than he did, your thighs shaking in the shower as you were coming back to reality. But as per every night, your clean-up isn't his problem as he slipped out of the bathroom. He heard the shower curtain open and the shower turn on as soon as he stepped out and he was so ego was boosted at his timing.

You notice the cum on the seat when you're out of the shower, and you scold yourself for not noticing it when you came in the bathroom, but you didn't mention it that time, because you felt too hypocritical to say anything, but when you wake up a couple of mornings with cum on the floor and and cum on even your door handle. You knew something was up. But to him, you noticed.. these small things a little too late, you still haven't even noticed that he's been stealing your panties and cumming in them before they hit the washer. You don't notice that he has a cum stain on the corner of your bed. You don't notice that your door doesn't creak anymore because of the WD-40 he put in the hinges. You, know nothing to him and you agree. You don't even know of any evidence to put against Katsuki. You barely even see him throughout the day so there's no way he could be doing anything.

Luck is not always on Katsuki's side though. His week being terrible, bad circumstances coming up left and right, the only thing he wanted was your used panties, warmed and being stroked against his cock. You aren't following your schedule though for some odd reason, instead you have your art apron on in your art room, ideas booming through your paintbrush. He can easily sneak into your room but stepping in he's realizing, there's a door connecting to your art room. He wouldn't let his step-brother move in the room next him either if he was her, and he he's realizing more and more that there's so much information that you're leaving out to him. Including how wet you actually get, there's a nice spray of squirt next to a dildo that you left on your bed. Why you were so forgetful he couldn't understand but he was so grateful towards it. He was, so curious to your taste and his tongue did not think twice about liking up your leftover essence.

You on the other side of the room were also having a shitty week, another horrifying project from your professor leaving you brain dead and with every orgasm you had, no creative ideas spewed into your brain. So what could it hurt if you just went back.. one more time. Even after you came twice this morning and once a half hour ago. It's not your fault that you're not satisfied and it's not your fault when you catch Katsuki cleaning up your dildo with his tongue. When both of your glances caught together, there was a second of planning going on in both of your heads, but 10 seconds of leaving and thinking you're gonna get out of the room of course was your downfall. Katsuki was behind you in a second instead pushing you into your mirrored dresser and bending you over it. Your glances caught each others again, but this time through the reflection. There was a bit of guilt hidden behind his eyes in that quick second you sae as he moved against you. You were slightly struggling to make him let go, but instead you were rubbing your still messy cunt on his clothed dick, slick making noises even through your panties. Him trying to pull away was now out of the question. If anything it had him pulling himself closer.

Now his dick was hopelessly bending against the confines of his sweats as his dick positioned itself at your entrance even from outside of the flimsy material. His fingers dug pass your art university uniform and his hands rubbed up your stomach as he shamelessly humped against your clothed cunt. With every grind of his dick, your body arched against his. You could tell that he's been waiting to touch you too long. Your buttons flew off as he ripped your top open, pulling your tits out and rubbing at your chest. His dick felt too good just grinding against your puffy sensitive cunt. His desire was taking control of his hips and he was shakier than you ever seen him. His usual composure gone as he's hiding his face in your neck. You could've swore that he's trying to hold himself back. He's rubbing his hands against your clit but he's holding himself back at the same time. You felt your body get hot with embarrassment but you knew what he wanted. Though you seem to know nothing about concealing yourself properly and are struggling just to do a simple project, you knew exactly what he wanted.

You stopped your struggling and let a moan slip, his shaky exterior grinding against you harshly at just the sound, accidentally fully bending you over the dresser. You made sure to look at him when you slipped to bottom part of your uniform off in a fluid motion. His hips pulled back a bit to watch the strings of your sloppy cunt detach itself from your underwear and rip down to the floor. "P-Please suki.." You muttered pulling your dripping pussy lips apart and pushing a wet spot above his dick on his shorts. He didn't even bother with foreplay and instead shoved you to the base of his cock in one fluid motion. His composure back in an instant and his ego fueling the harsh thrusts that had your dresser banging into the wall. You tried getting him to stop but you couldn't, your arms instead being pulled behind you as he arched your back down further to fully take his dick. He filled you up better than anyone has in your entirety of living, better than any toy. His dick flexed and twitched inside you as his hands went to rub your clit. You both came faster than either of you have, him filling you up with his cum but the fatigueless settled fast as well the thought not even registering. Katsuki just pulled you two to the bed where you guys fell asleep for the remainder of the night. You didn't quite remember it when you woke up though, the only thing reminding you being Katsuki's grip on your waist. A knock at your door both woke you up quickly, and when you tried to go answer it Katsuki didn't let you go.

"Y/n honey have you heard from Katuski? Y/n?" Mitsuki asked outside of the room. You couldn't focus on her though, neither of you even bothered when her pervy son was pressing his morning wood on the curve your ass and rubbing your clit with his mouth on your neck. It was too early for all of this, you honestly weren't even fully awake. You tried to respond to her but he covered your mouth his other hand. A cocky look on his face as he dug his fingers in your cunt. His seed from last night spilling off of his fingers. He made a nice show of wetting his dick with his leftover cum before he lifted up your leg with his wet hand and bottomed once more, filling you to the brim beautifully. You couldn't stop him, not with your brain already being so empty from the morning haze but him just going back to digging inside you, glands catching against your own and creaming your wetness in and out of you. He's almost devouring all of your reactions. Once Katsuki thinks his poor mother has walked away, his hips are snapping against your ass and he's pushing your head into the pillow. Sounds of wet skin slapping against each other and echoing out of the room.

And now, if special guest Mitsuki didn't know about all of her son's shenanigans throughout the past couple of your months, your poor father could've been hearing his daughter get fucked by his step-son. Mitsuki, she's been prepared, cleaning up after her son's messes and making sure every single pair that he steals is in her dresser by the morning and making sure that even now, your dad was fully distracted downstairs, TV blaring against the noises coming out of your room. Her ego, probably stemmed into her son clearly as her own wetness started dripping out of her. Proud of being such a good mother to her son. She just skipped downstairs and fucked your dad on the living room couch as he begged her to stop so that the two of you couldn't see. What she would give to actually let you know everything about your son, to let you know all of the stuff her son's been doing to you behind your back. But it seems that you have everything together. The idea of the project becoming reality, you had earned so much money that you had sent everyone but yourself out of the house on vacation while you held a party in the house to show off your project. Katsuki, wished he was coming back to you in probably a new bed or new paints that you bought, but he didn't like seeing what was in front of him as the family pulled back into the driveway. Most of your stuff was in the driveway and he just grabbed his suitcase and a couple of his mother's as he shuffled into the house, eyes scanning for you.

He walked up the stairs and there, your door was open bedroom empty. he turned to look in the art room and there you were. You had been avoiding him since that morning, more due to the fact that what the two of you did was entirely wrong. He had something he really wanted to say but all that came off his tongue was "So, can I have that room yet?". You sighed and closing your last box you nodded.

"All yours... b-bro.." You stammered off pushing past him and out of the house. He was stunned when you moved past him, your final project in the house was actually amazing as it caught his eyes. You had made the colors on the floor stretch to the walls and you had actually broke the wall to the connect the rooms. Those colors stretched under to where your bed previously was and the room... was too spacious for him. He was, panicking? He went to go out after you, but you were gone, moving van and your car driving down the street and away from his neighborhood. He knows that actions always have consequence, but this a consequence that seemed to burn a hole in his heart. Even when he turned around to his mother's open arms, he just was empty but so overwhelmingly full. Just, full of emptiness.

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“We try to hide our feelings, but we forget that our eyes can speak.”

“Oh, fuck - sorry,” yn moved out from behind the counter, “forgive me, I’ve been daydreaming a bit. What kinda model do you got?” Yn said as she walked the nice lady to the side of the store where parts are displayed on the wall in lamented posters. “You’re very pretty, sorry if I keep staring.”

“HA,” the lady snorted as she played with her wedding ring, “you sound like my husband; you are like - the first girl I’ve met who has thought I was pretty. Thank you, it truly means a lot.” The lady smiled as she began pulling out her wallet and a few written down notes, “it’s uh - fuck hitto, you write like a kid, it’s a 2016 Ducati?”

“2016 Ducati Full Throttle,” yn said back with a small smile as the woman laughed again, “I’m assuming it’s your husband’s old bike?”

“Yeah,” she played with her ring as her smile softened, “he wants it in good condition before he gives it to one of our neighbors. It’s tradition for his - occupation..”

“He in a gang?” Yn asked as she began shuffling through shelves, “Don’t sweat it, I’m not gonna freak out over trivial matters.” The young ryuguji chuckled as she finally found the part she’s been looking for. “Here,” she place the part on the top, “its the G2 Throttle Tamer Ducati you needed. I’m assuming he’s still in a gang by the looks of how you covered for him, but don’t worry - it’d be hypocritical if I got scared you were involved with a delinquent.”

“Oh,” the lady sighed out, “thank gods. You can call me Kaku-san if it’s alright with you? Could you install the part by yourself? Sorry, my man is just always busy with work and was hoping to have someone install it for us..”

“I can’t personally install it, but my brother can! He gets back from his lunch break in about twenty minutes, so I know its a long wait -"

vrrr...vrrr...vrrr

"I'm so sorry, I'll just turn that off-," yn went to hit 'decline call.'

“I can wait, no sweat!” She smiled as she began digging through her mini backpack, “I need to check and see if my loser has ate lunch yet. I'll be outside for a bit." With that, 'Kaku-san' had walked out as she dialed her husband.

"Fucking hell," yn breathed out before hitting accept, "Inui-senpai, hey - what did you need?" Her breath hitched in her throat as she heard his low laugh.

"Just checking to see if my favorite girl has ate yet - so, have you?" Yn could just hear the smile that creeped upon his face, but for some reason - she didn't feel as in awe as she once did.

"Ah," yn scanned the shop and began totaling the price for the repair and writing further notes for her older brother, "no, I haven't ate yet, but I was planning on just heating up some of the leftovers that Souya-kun gave me."

"You know, if you keep being as cute and clingy as you are around him," yn could hear him moving around paper bags of what she assumed was to-go food, "shit, sorry. As I was saying, if you keep being so cuddle buddy with him, he's goin to fall for ya."

"Or," yn rolled her eyes as she began to document minor details on the log for each hour, "maybe, you're just reading in too deep on the fact that Souya is just an overall easily flustered person. Being a decent human does not make my kind actions count as flirting; if it does, well, you men around me are just dumb."

"Oh, don't be like that, princess," inui said in a rather sarcastic tone, "you know I'm just teasing you. Leaving that matter, I got you lunch - your favorite lunch, might I add."

"Thank you senpai, but -,"

"Inui-kun~ why aren't you getting off the phone yet? You promised that you would pay attention to only me today!" Yn heard a whiny voice - a woman’s whiny voice - through the phone, “I thought you said after we get lunch we’re just gonna lay in bed all day.” Inui mumbled something to her that seemed to have shut her up, clearing his throat, “sorry about that, are you still -,”

“I’m pretty busy and I plan on going out with a friend for my lunch break,” she cut him off, “have fun on your day off.”

yn knew she shouldn’t be angry; inui was never hers to begin with, but she was hoping that he’d at least spare her feelings. maybe this was good. maybe knowing that he has someone, even if it’s just a fuck buddy, will help her clear her mind and finally let go.

tani senpai <3: ft during your lunch break?

tani senpai <3: wait do you play cod? if you did that’s be kinda hot

tani senpai <3: I meant dope but hot works too

tani senpai <3: OH, wait rain check on the call, why don’t we just meet in person? ;) after all, I still have your necklace.

tani senpai <3: I cleaned it up because I was wearing it so I wouldn’t lose it.

tani senpai <3: lmfao I really made it a blood diamond at one point

kaku-san paid her total for the part and repair and ensured yn that she’d be back around five. sighing once the older woman left, yn went to check her phone that had been buzzing incessantly since she hung up on her brother’s best friend.

you: I’m gonna punch you in dick next time I see you :,) I was helping someone and I had to act like my phone was not going HAAM in my pocket

tani senpai <3: uh uh uh , leave ran jr. alone. he did nothing wrong :p plus, you’d have to kiss it better if you hurt him

you: I — WHEN ARE WE MEETING AND WHERE ?

tani senpai <3: [location] a small nightclub @ 16:00 tonight :) I would offer to buy your dinner, but you threatened my best man.

you: I hate you :,) but um,,, I don’t exactly know — what to wear to a nightclub..? Can I just go in a hoodie and some sweats and talk to the bouncer like “hey, I know the haitani bros — lemme in.”

tani senpai <3: LMAOOO,, nah I would to see you size the man up. as for clothes — you don’t have anything like ,, that radiates “hot girl” shit ?

you: no, if I’m not in my uniform — I’m either wearing my brother’s clothes with some cargo pants or sweats. sometimes I wear my own clothes, but that’s usually just merch.

tani senpai <3: as much as I want to see you in school uniform or in full need mode, I don’t think the bouncer would just let you in. OH, wait — fuck them. I forgot that I’m literally a god to them lmao,, wear what you want , I’ll wait outside for you and we can walk in together :)

you: wait really :,) I’m gonna try and make use of what I have tho ! I’ll lyk when I get there :)

tani senpai <3: wow so you’re not gonna ft me :|

you: you licherally said “rain check”

tani senpai <3: but I just finished my tasks for today, call me or I’m calling you

you: sorry , my brother just got back, I’ll talk to ya later :p

tani senpai <3: fine :| I’ll just bother Rin then.

the young ryuguji chuckled before locking and pocketing her phone once she noticed her brother’s presence. sure, she was still hurt at the fact that inui is currently hooking up - maybe even dating - another girl, but at least she could look to the eldest of the Haitanis and feel herself forgetting all about her first love.

“What ya lookin at brat,” Ken laughed out as he went to pat her head, “hey, who has you smiling like that?” He has always been protective; it was just his nature as a big brother. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you’re happy, but if it’s about a boy I would LOVE to know who.”

“It’s just a stupid thing that emma-senpai sent me,” yn attempted to play it off, “anyways — how was lunch?”

“It was good,” draken said as he went to put his jumper back on, “but it coulda been better if inui didn’t bring his ‘friend girl’ around. She kept hittin on Mikey and asking about my necklace and I almost called you up to come deck her.” He quickly grabbed his chain and kissed the ‘Emma’ that hung in the middle just before tucking it back under his white tshirt; it was his routine.

“I woulda showed her that ‘Draken Uppercut’ if I was there big bro,” yn made a small show of what she did in hopes of making her brother smile.

“You’re an idiot,” his smirk plastered on his face in a proud manner, “but I don’t need you wasting your energy on her. It just — like who the hell do you think you are touching a random stranger, especially around their neck. Like who?” She could tell that he was upset that he couldn’t have done anything; Draken was just brought up to be extremely respectful. “The worst part,” he threw a wrench at his ‘anger wall,’ “she kept asking shit like: “who names their kid emma,” “was she at least pretty,” and the one where I almost put my hands on her, “is she dead or something? what you just can’t let go?” Yn, I was so close to knocking her daylights out. She honestly got lucky takemitchy had tackled Mikey, or she woulda got her shit rocked.”

“I,” yn was at a lost for words; she had never heard someone disrespect any of her family this openly, “what the fuck did inui say? Did he just sit there through all this shit?” she moved from behind the counter and rolled out one of the bikes he was scheduled to work on, “please don’t tell me he did.”

“No,” draken rolled his eyes as he recalled the previous events, “just prop it up by station one, gotta get the new 340 mm rear air shock absorber suspensions, oh, could you jot that down, please? But nah, this fucker,” draken lifted the bike up so the back was in the air and put it on a lift, “just found every way to piss me off. Like I love him, but he fucked up today. He told us ‘sorry, she’s just cranky so don’t take her words to heart.’ If she called me ugly or some dumb shit I’d be okay, but he really told me not to take to heart the fact that she spoke on Emma’s name like that.” He tugged on his dark locks as he undid it, “could ya put it back up for me, it’s not tight enough.”

“I gotcha big man,” yn gently massaged his scalp as she went to put his hair in a tight but loose bun, “you know, she’s probably really proud of you right now. Bet she’s smilin up there too.” she could feel his tenseness fade as she comforted him; she’d do this one hundred times a day if it meant that he’d finally stop blaming himself for all those years ago. “There,” she smoothed over the top of his head once more, “all done.”

“Thank ya,” he hums as he begins to work on the bike, “oh, do you want to come with later? me and the boys are gonna head to mitsuyas before we go out so you can hang out with the other brats.”

“Actually, I um,” yn felt the sweat gather in her palms as she walked back to her station, “I was wondering if I could go out tonight - with a friend..”

“What friend,” yn flinched as her brother snapped his gaze towards her, “do I know said friend?”

“N-no,” she cleared her throat and began writing on sticky notes and receipts, “he — they were nice to meet when I first got back in town and offered to hang out - so, I felt that it’d be rude to -,”

“Nah, you’re not going,” draken turned his attention back to the bike, “you’re either going to stay home or hang out at mitsu’s house. No in between.”

“That’s fair,” yn sighed, “can I just have a reason as to why I can’t go?”

“Because I don’t know em and the streets have been rainin havoc since Mikey got out,” he sighed as he put his tools down. He stood up to full height and gently patted the leather seat of the propped up bike, “I just don’t want you to get hurt, bub. Yer my number one right now and I don’t know if I’ll be able to go on if you even get the slightest bit of hurt.”

“I understand big draco,” she laughed softly, “Can I just stay in then? I promise I won’t leave; I just feel like being in my own bed tonight.”

“Anything for you, yer majesty.” Ken smiled as he concluded that he had the best sister in the world.

—

“Alright, yn, we’re about to head out,” her big brother knocked on her door, “can ya at come say bye?”

“Fuck,” yn got up and quickly put an oversized sweater and some basketball shorts that reached just below her knees, “gimme a minute! Sorry, I was taking a nap.”

“We’ll be out in the living room, dumbass.”

If anything, yn was just glad none of them walked into her room to see her basically bare figure - shout out to her Ken-nii for knowing his sister. Once fully covered, yn made her wait out the room and noticed everyone sitting on the couch in the living room, even inui.

“Yn,” souya barked out, “you’ve ate right? If you haven’t ‘m gonna fight you!” He stood up and approached yn as all the other boys smirked and whistled in the back. “You guys shut the hell up.!”

“Neh neh,” nahoya laughed, “you need to stop bein so flirty over there, angry.” Smiley always teased angry, but that was just brotherly nature; however, if anyone else were to continuously pick on angry — it wouldn’t be a shock if Smiley was on top of them and imprinting the curve of his elbow into their forehead. “He just missed you, little Ryu. Make sure to let us know if anything happens-,”

“We’re going to get Ken-chin laid,” Mikey said with a mischievous smirk as he began pushing his taller friend out the front door. “Choi~.” The other boys followed either patting her head before they left or hip bumping her; hakkai decided to be the odd man out and hug yn to his chest and dramatically walk out the door as if they won’t see each other for fourth years.

“BYE,” she poked her head out then quickly shut the door and disregarded her hoodie, “now that they’re gone..”

VRRR..VRRR….VRR

“OH MY GOD, WHAT,” picking her phone up off the coffee table she fell back onto the couch, “what do they want-,”

Incoming FaceTime: tani senpai <3

“Shit.!” Yn quickly sat up and answered with an apologetic face, “heeeey, what’s up?”

“You look cozy,” he eyed the tops of her shoulders with only her bra straps decorating them, “cozy enough to make a man stand outside for, hmm - what does my watch read - thirty minutes.”

Yn looked thoroughly confused as she cocked her head to the side and fell back, “what does you standing outside of some random building have to do with me?”

“Did you really —,” she watched the man shift and bring her golden chain into view, “you were supposed to meet me tonight in order to get your precious necklace back. You stood me up and now I look like a fucking idiot who got stood up.” He deadpanned into the camera and had a small pout, “you had all the guys laughin at me, darlin. You really disappointed me.” Yn felt her heart slowly tear; she hated disappointing anyone. “If you were going to show up you could have at least said so.” Just as she was about to speak, Ran hung up and left her to wade in her thoughts.

—

You: Ran-senpai, I promise it was on accident ! I meant to tell you earlier, but it just slipped my mind (read 8:44 p.m.)

You: pls forgive me :,) I fell asleep as soon as we got off work and came home; draken-nii told me to rest up since I can’t go out so I figured I might as well (read 8:45 p.m.)

You: yk if you’re going to read my text, the least ya could do would be to respond. I said I’m sorry. (read 8:47 p.m.)

You: yer a fucking brat , man child who throws a fit and refuses to actually try and listen to others when they try to talk it out with you. (read 8:48 p.m.)

You: self made bitch. (read 8:50 p.m.)

You: yk what, fuck you. I tried to be nice to you and I actually enjoyed talking to you for what-? A week ? You’re mad because I can’t just do what I want? Sorry I’m a great sister who doesn’t want to make her brother worry. Sorry I don’t just abide and do as you please because I’m not a fucking sheep. Keep the necklace for all I care; I’ll just get a new one. Stupid cunt. (read 8:52 p.m.)

You: Fuck face. You probably just wanted to get in my pants and dip; fuck you. Leave me alone, if I see you on the street; I don’t give a fuck if I get shot or jumped, I’m gonna punch you in the throat, pussy ass bitch. (read 8:54 p.m.)

tani senpai <3: give me your address so I can drop this necklace off and get out of your life since you so desperately want me to.

You: no way in hell, just keep it.

tani senpai <3: if you don’t want it then I’ll just drop it off with your brother tomorrow.

You: you fucking —

You: ugh, fine, just drop the shit off and leave . [location] (read 8:59 p.m.)

—

With a knock at the Ryuguji’s front door, yn shrugged the jacket back on and checked through the peep hole. After noticing it was the infamous older brother of the Haitani duo, she quickly yanked him inside and made sure to lock the door quickly.

“You know drop offs don’t usually require the said delivery man to be in the house, correct?” He asked with a bored expression as his eyes scanned the small space. “‘S cute for someone with you and your brother’s income.”

“I only pulled you in because my neighbors like to talk about what goes on throughout everyone’s house,” she rolled her eyes and pulled in the strings of her sweater, “hurry up and give me the fucking necklace so you can leave.”

“I did all the work of coming here,” he brushed past her as he took off his shoes and made his way to sit on the couch, “the least you could do is offer me a drink or some food.” Ran laid back into the cushions and spread his long legs as he slowly turned his gaze to the TV, some random anime blasting in the background. “Well, if you don’t mind, a water will do.”

“Cute for someone with you and your brother’s income,” she mocked as mumbled under her breath and grabbed him a water bottle from the fridge, “here, your majesty.” she tossed it into his lap and stood in between his legs to block the tv and make him focus all of his attention onto her.

“To what do I owe you?”

“My necklace, home invader.”

“Take it off of me then,” he raised an eyebrow, “you didn’t expect me to do that as well did you?”

“Fine,” her shorts hiking up as she moved to straddle his hips, she took note that he had been eyeing her thighs since he arrived, “I’ll take off the stupid thing.” She buried her chin into the crook of his neck, “just sit still so I can -,”

“You know,” he flattened his palms against the bare tops her knees and barely sliding his finger tips up the rim of the pants, “you hiding more just makes me want to see you in less.”

“Heh,” she chuckled as she slowly wrapped her arms around the middle of his torso, “yer a fucking perv as well as a bastard.”

“You know your necklace isn’t dangling along my spine, right?” He chuckled as he gently kneaded her flesh, “am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Nah, feels nice,” she chuckles when she feels him gently dig his finger tips into her skin, “‘m makin you uncomfortable?”

“nah,” he jokingly mocked her as he took his hands and slid them farther up to the tops of he thigh, “boxers?” He pulled back slightly so he could rest his forehead on hers.

“mm, never really wanted to bother ken-nii when he did the laundry, so I just get boxers,” she laughed, “what? Did you honestly think I’d be chilling at home in a thong or something? Women gotta breathe too.” she felt her heartbeat pick up as his finger tips danced along the material; yn wondered if he could tell that she’s never had a boyfriend as she lacked - in takemichi’s words - ‘ettick.’

“You are respectful yet have anger issues, a smart mouth, and embody the term ‘I don’t give a fuck,” he swiftly took both hands from under the clothing and lightly placed them on either side of her face, “you are so fucking gorgeous, didya know that?” His rings were cold on her heated skin, making her smile softly.

“..you know,” yn laid a chaste kiss on the bonten’s left wrist, “… ‘msorry..”

“Couldn’t hear ya,” he chuckled deeply as he maneuvered his right hand at the back of her neck and squeezed lightly, “repeat it more clear this time. You wanna be a good girl, right? Be the best girl you can and repeat it.~”

“Motherfu-, AHEM,” she scrunched her face up in hopes of hiding how happy it made her to have a second chance at being a ‘good girl,’ “‘m sorry you don’t know how to communicate.”

“Ah ah ah,” he squeezed his right hand a little tighter, causing her to ground her hips down and lean forward into his chest, “that’s not what I want to hear.” she heard him groan, but she was too busy fighting the battle in her head as to why she felt more secure when he gripped her tighter.

“I said,” she nuzzled her nose between his lean pecs, “‘m sorry.” Yn got up and placed one of her hands at the base of the bonten tattoo and squeezed gently along his Adam’s apple, “I’m not saying it again, so you better have heard me the first time.”

“You’re so angry; a wolf under sheep’s clothes you are,” ran hummed as he leaned back in, noses brushing, “yer forgiven little lamb. I don’t know - you barking up the wrong tree knowing that I could hurt you just turns me —,”

BZZT, BING.

Both bodies had turned their heads towards the door in confusion.

“Are you expecting guests?”

“No,” yn quickly got off of Ran’s lap and grabbed the crowbar that rested by the umbrellas, “fuck, if it’s those fucking assholes that want to fight ken-nii, ‘m gonna kill em.” She went to look through the peep hole, only to be pulled back to the older man’s chest.

“Let me get it,” ran signaled for her to hide behind the kitchen wall as he pulled out his signature baton that hung on his belt loop, “be quiet, little one.” Ran opened the door to a young man, about a year or two older than yn, dressed in a pizza delivery uniform with 3 large boxes in his hand. If he wasn’t just some kid, the Haitani would’ve beat him just for openly sporting a scowl towards him.

“Oh, hi sir, are you,” the young man looked back at the receipt then back at the Bonten executive, “Kawata Souya? I have one pepperoni, Hawaiian, and plain cheese.” Ran’s head shot to the side at the sound of you rushing towards the door.

“A-ah ! That would be me I guess,” yn guided Ran’s hand behind her to hide the weapon as she widely opened the front door, “sorry my brother’s friend probably ordered it since they went out -,”

“Yn?”

“Huh,” she looked up at the man, “oh shit, hongo?! I thought you were in Osaka right now for Uni; you still play there, right?”

“Yeah,” the worker replied, “oh shit, this like.. a date or something?” He threw his glare at Ran and softened his features once his gaze returned back to the young ryuguji. “Nah, nevermind, that’d be dumb considering you swore off dating,” the bonten men felt as if his heart had been pricked with a small needle, “especially since you used to swear to draken we were gonna get married and stay together forever and ever.” Yn was visibly embarrassed as Ran watched her take the pizza from Hongo’s hands and start trying to kick him off the porch. “Wait, before I go,” he said as he jotted down his number on the receipt, “let me know when you’re free. Maybe ya could come see me play one of these days? Summer games start back up next week so I’ll be headin-,”

Ran pulled on yn’s wrist before slamming the door, interrupting Hongo’s spill. He made show of how hard he locked the door so anyone outside could hear that the house was closed and not expecting anymore visits.

“Ooo,” yn placed the pizzas down onto the small kitchen table and looped her arms around Ran’a slim waist, “are you upset yer not getting all the attention?” She giggled as she kissed the symbol that marked the center of his neck.

“Why would I be upset over some 4 incher maxed college boy,” he smirked as he brought his hand to the side of her face and let his thumb brush along her bottom lip, “plus, if anything he should be the one whose upset. You can’t hate me or push me away if you wanted to; your desire for me to show you the depths of the world is visible just by looking in your eyes.” Yn felt her breath quickening and her head going numb as his words made way into her; making her feel far more intoxicated than any alcohol or drug could have ever done. “You can try to deny it, but what sane person would invite one of the most violent people with the most blood on his hands into her home?”

“I’m the farthest thing from sane,” yn breathed out as she placed a chaste kiss onto his lips before burying her face under his chin, “because I find myself wanting to do this more. I’m so glad I don’t look where I’m going when I’m on my bike.” Ran laughed as he connected their lips, but this time he deepened the kiss; her knees gave out and his tongue slipped in making her lungs just as weak.

“Princess, youre fucking gorgeous,” he broke away before holding her in his strong arms, “but I don’t want to just ‘get in your pants.’ I want-,”

“Good, because im not easy,” she cut him off as she tried to catch her breath.

Ran laughed as he dragged her back to the couch, leaving her to fetch each of them two big slices of cheese pizza. He sat beside her, kissing her temple, and devouring the free meal, “yknow, this taste ten times better than any food at the shitty night club.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” she said as she harshly swallowed the dough, “ish bad mannirs..”

“You,” he leaned in and kissed the sauces covered corners of her mouth, “also taste better than any food at the club.”

“Well you’ll have to wait until you can taste all of me,” catching ran off guard - she flirted back, “after all, the fruit taste better when ripened.”

—

“Princess,” Ran attempted to shake her tired figure off him, “believe me, I want to stay. I really do, but I don’t want to cause a stir or heated argument between you and your brother.”

“We we’re just playing Mario kart and you said,” yn stared up at him with an unimpressed glare, “I’d fuck you on the counter of the pizza place just to embarrass that pizza boy,’ and now you’re scared to be caught by my brother?”

“Not scared,” he bit the tip of her nose gently before freeing himself of her limbs, “just cautious. Want my little girl not to have any complications; plus, I’d have to kill your brother if he made you cry.”

“Wait,” she pulled his sleeve, gaining his attention, “text me when you get back home.” He leaned down and kissed her forehead before making his way out her front door, “okay, little lamb.”

—

Within the span of 4 hours, draken arrived back home and yn managed to make the house rid of any clues of guest over; she even masked the smell of Ran’s cologne by bringing the box of pizza to the living room to spread the smell of grease and regrets. She rested easy on the couch, allowing some random movie to lull her into the comfortable cushions.

draken sobered up a bit after he came back and went to get a late night snack from the kitchen. spotting his sister on the couch, he chuckled softly as he gently rubbed her forehead, “thanks for bein a little angel, ya gremlin.”

it’s as if the gods above could sense draken’s obliviousness and caused yns to vibrate several times. Much to her brother’s curiosity, he checked the notifications and felt his blood boil.

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tani senpai <3: hey, made it back home. hope you rest easy, princess. thnx. rin also says “thanks for allowing him to annoy you so I could catch a break

inui. : yn can we talk? I promise it’s not what you thought; idk what to say. Just remember, you’ll always be my favorite girl ..<3 lmk when you’re ready.

inui. : idk jus tseeing yuor brothr without you attached at the hip just made my stomak hurt, I wanna see you more.. maybe it’s because I’m drunk and finally thinking sobre, but yer awlays my fav

inui. : look, unsot having talked for like — a weakk? Has Ben eating me up, I really miss you. I’ll see you at the shop ? dream well, pretty girl.

takemitchy: BESTIE,, DONT FORGET YOU OWE ME A REMATCH BECAUSE YOU HAD YOUR BROTHER PUT ME IN A CHOKEHOLD SO YOU COULD CROSS THE FINISH LINE

takemitchy: wait, can you send me your brownie recipe ??? Hina loved them :,)

—

he didn’t know whether to be upset at the fact that there was some random “tani senpai” texting his sister and he didn’t know jack shit about them, or the fact one of his best friends was talking and drunk texting his sister. Nothing a beer and pizza can’t help.

After grabbing a full pizza box plus some beer and bringing it to his room, ken stared at his tv processing everything he just seen. Maybe this is just a dream? Maybe he’s so dizzy from the dancing and whiskey that he can’t seem to think straight? There’s just no way that his little sister would actually go for his friend; let alone, his friend returning the affection, right ? There’s absolutely no way that his sister would be letting random boys in the house. Nah, maybe he’s just scared of letting her go to university and growing up on him. This is all just a shitty nightmare.

“Whatever,” draken burped out as he took the cheap beer bottle to his lips, inhaling the last of the liquid, “heh, maybe it’s kisaki’s ghost hauntin my head with dumb thoughts.” He felt himself drifting to sleep, but stirred once he realized he almost forgot his nightly routine. Untucking the chain from his neck and pulling it towards his chapped lips, “g’night emma.”

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