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cardansriddle · 1 year

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Teach Me - ( tom riddle x fem!reader )

part 2

Summary: Feeling awfully inexperienced, you ask Tom to teach you how to kiss.

Warnings: friends to lovers trope. old-fashioned mindset because it's the 1940s. sexual tension. implied smut but no actual smut.

A/N: It's 4 AM and I had to quickly write this idea before I could lose motivation. I love this "teach me how to kiss" trope so much so let me know your thoughts abt this!

buymeacoffee <3

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Tom's low voice carried around you as you lay your head against a tree, eyes shut closed to enjoy the serene atmosphere of the day. You barely paid attention to the meaning behind the words he was reading from his book, instead letting the soothing voice lull you to a relaxed state.

You adored these little moments with him. Your friendship with Tom Riddle was an unexpected one, yet not unpleasant. Whatever had bloomed between you two was unique, and you cherished whatever attention he could give you because you knew it was only you that received these rare moments with him.

"I'm bored." You suddenly interrupted him mid-sentence, huffing and opening your eyes to stare at the thick branches above you.

"What do you want me to do about it?" The wizard asked dryly, causing you to turn your head towards him. The sight of his profile greeted you, and you enviously traced your eyes over the perfect slope of his nose and the sharp edges of his jawline. Truly, it was unfair that he had been blessed with such pretty features.

"Maybe we should put aside the book? We've been reading almost every day now." You suggested, continuing to stare at him while his gaze remained glued to the pages of the book. "Tom."

"Hm?"

"You are not even listening to me!" You hit his arm at his offensive behaviour. The action seemed to snap him out of his trance and he met your gaze at last, eyes dark and holding an expression of bemusement. "This is dull. Let us do something else."

"Do what?"

You shrugged. "Talk?"

He seemed to contemplate his options, knowing if he kept reading you would persistently annoy him until he could no longer focus but if he complied with your request, he would at least receive peace of mind. With a tired sigh, as if he was trying to appease an insolent child, he snapped his book shut and turned to face you fully, causing you to smile in triumph at your small victory.

"Well, talk then." He gestured with his hand for you to speak, but you only glared at him.

"No. I always talk. Perhaps you should tell me about one of your adventures. Or stories. Anything."

He almost whined your name in protest but you hushed him. An idea came to your mind, something that you had been meaning to question him about, and you sat up eagerly. "You could tell me what Xavier and Avery were talking about yesterday? Remember? Before you told them to shut up?"

Tom only stared at you, his lips beginning to quirk up in a half-smirk. "Those are not for your innocent ears. Or any ladies' for that matter."

Instead of discouraging you, his words only caused your curiosity to grow. "Oh come on, Tom! I thought we told and shared everything with each other." You pouted, eyes pleading for him to indulge you in those secrets.

"You must stop." He tried to warn you but you decided to settle your head into the curve between his neck and shoulder, to attempt and soften him enough for him to speak.

"Walburga always talk about stuff like that. We are not as naive as you men think us to be."

He scoffed and averted his eyes down to his closed book. "Walburga does more than talk about it and I would advise you to steer clear from her presence."

"Did Xavier and Walburga lay together?"

He stiffened, and you lifted your head up from his shoulder to look up at him. He seemed lost, not knowing how to direct the topic of conversation elsewhere.

"I wonder what it feels like." You continued voicing your thoughts out loud, missing the way his head turned towards you swiftly, entranced by your genuine and clueless curiosity. "I mean I do not know what exactly transpires between man and woman but I can imagine the—"

His hand grasped yours on your lap, halting you before you could finish your trail of thought. "We should not talk about this topic any further." Although his voice was as gentle as he could allow himself to be when with you, you could detect the finality in his tone.

"But—but Tom! Would you tell me?"

You observed him as he clenched his jaw. "When the time comes, your husband will tell you and show you."

"But I wish for you to tell me. Do you not think my future husband would prefer me to know what I am doing at the very least? What if my terrible inexperience will bother him?"

He was quiet, staring at you with a flurry of emotions in his eyes. Something about his gaze caused your cheeks to redden and you opted to look down at your fiddling hands on your lap.

"Perhaps you could teach me something." You muttered after a long minute, not daring to meet his stare.

Tom's heart began beating unevenly beneath his robes. All of a sudden he felt too warm, too suffocated in his clothes. Tom was not pure by any means. He did not care for honour or propriety. Nor did he care for the foolish yearnings of men and women. He had indulged in those acts before, once or twice just to attempt to satisfy his body's urges. But he never actively sought it out. And he never particularly enjoyed it. But with you in front of him, so close to him that he could feel the scent of your perfume, he was just a regular man. And he had never felt desire the way he did at that moment.

"Stop." He said with a hoarse voice, and he cursed himself lightly before clearing his throat and repeating the word. "This is highly inappropriate."

"Show me just one thing. Please? Please, Tom?"

His pants tightened and his breathing got shallow. If you kept pleading him and uttering his name with such need surely he was bound to break. Surely no one would fault him for sealing his lips and yours—

No. He berated himself.

"Tom?" You moved closer, your knee bumping his thigh—

Before he could resist, his hand slid to grab your jaw. "You are being insufferable. I am holding myself back to protect your honour and yet you insist on me breaking my resolve."

"One time won't hurt anybody. Please?" With your last plea, and with a confidence you were not aware you possessed, you climbed over him to straddle him, sliding down until you were settled in his lap comfortably.

Tom froze underneath you. He could only stare up at you sitting so innocently on his lap as if you were born to be there and attempt to blink away the very ungentlemanly, very filthy thoughts from his brain. But how could he? With you pressed up against him, with only a few layers of clothing separating you, how could he banish those indecent images away?

"Teach me how to kiss." Your small voice filled his head again and how could he deny you anything when you were a pleading and desperate mess for him?

"Just once." He muttered with his last remaining resolve, no longer able to resist the pull that was urging him to close the minute distance between you. He moved to press his lips against yours and before you could respond, he retreated to gauge your reaction, only for you to whine and eagerly reconnect your lips back together. The grip on your hair grew tight, and he fought with himself to maintain control. But it seemed you had other plans as you needily pressed against him, the kiss no more gentle, but intense and messy.

Your body felt as if it was set aflame from the inside, and you would gladly burn alive if it meant you could experience this for the rest of your life.

His hands slid to grab a hold of your waist, and he lifted his hips up to grind the straining material of his pants against you. You gasped into his mouth at the action, and he did not miss the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You moved your hips against his, feeling him hard underneath you. He groaned, the low sound travelling straight to your core.

"We should stop." He muttered between kisses, and your hand moved to take a handful of his hair and pull at it, causing him to look up at you with dazed eyes. "Or I will not be able to control myself."

"Don't you dare stop."

He moved his lips to the sensitive skin of your neck, trailing kisses along your throat before you felt his teeth bite into your flesh.

"Tom." You murmured his name in pleasure, rolling your hips against him once more to feel that pleasant ache between your thighs once again.

Suddenly, you heard the snap of a twig from somewhere behind you, and you pulled away from Tom in horror to look back over your shoulder. One of the Slytherin boys you did not recognize was standing there, eyes on you with an expression of bewilderment.

He had caught you in a compromising position. This was not appropriate. If he said anything about this situation, you would be ruined. You quickly removed yourself from Tom's lap and stood shakily on your legs.

Hesitantly, you looked at Tom, and he was staring at the boy with cold indifference as if this situation was not severe. Feeling embarrassed and utterly horrified, you did not utter another word before you rushed away from the place, desperate to return to your dormitory.

You worried that the boy would tell everyone of what had occurred, people would gossip about your ruination, but most of all, you felt betrayed that Tom had just sat there and done nothing.

If only you stayed long enough to witness Tom obliviating the boy, perhaps you would not be in such distress.

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arabaka · 1 year

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ fushiguro toji x fem!reader. CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! toxic relationship. power imbalance. dubcon (changes your mind abt cumming inside last minute). petnames pretty, princess, and my girl used. toji calls himself daddy once. unprotected sex. WORD COUNT: 1.7K

Toji comes home late but he does this more often than not. You used to wait up for him but now you know better. You think, one of these days you’ll cut ties with the leech but you haven’t kicked all feelings for the man to the curb just yet. Maybe once you do that, you can do the same for his sorry ass.

Toji knows you feel this way. He just doesn’t care enough to do anything about it. He figures things will keep blowing over so long as he has you under his thumb and if worse comes to worst, a little companionship is nothing some money can’t solve.

His footsteps rouse you from your slumber and you stretch like a cat waking up from a daydream, only to curl back up even though you know you won’t be going back to sleep anytime soon. Not when Toji comes home.

He isn’t light on his feet, boots clattering on the ground when he’s tossed them aside. He walks into your bedroom knowing you’re awake, despite shrouding yourself in shadows and blankets. He knows your routine (our routine he’s purred in your ears before) and figures you won’t mind if he rips the bedsheets right off of you and starts his own nighttime ritual.

“Toji…” Your grumbles laced with sleep and annoyance, you bop him with a pillow. “Jus’ go to bed.” You blindly try to reach for your blankets only to gasp in surprise when Toji’s big, big hand grips your wrist and pins it to the mattress. “At least say hello.” You grunt, nose pressed to your pillow.

He snickers and you don’t have to see it to know he has that stupid smirk donned on.

“Don’t be cranky, princess. Besides…” His free hand wrinkles the bottom hemline of your sleep shirt, ripping it up to your collarbone and whistling at the sight: no panties and no bra just how he likes it, “You were waitin’ for me.”

He’s not wrong.

Because as much as you loathe the man, he’s still an addiction you haven’t weaned yourself off of yet.

You’re quiet. You’re still. You’re his.

“Turn the light on, pretty. Need to see your face when I cum inside that pussy. Still all for me?”

Oh. It’s all so clear now. Why you keep letting him back in, why you let his hands defile you, why you let him sweet talk you over and over again…

Because he’s fucking good at it.

The moment you turn the light on, it’s over. There is no protesting. There are no spat words or deliberate curses. He makes sure of that, climbing over your body in an instant and you make ample space for him by spreading your legs in silent acceptance. You let him kiss you, let his tongue invade your mouth while his gruff hands toy with your breasts. He’s rough, more so than usual– bad night, you guess. But you love it, you tell him as much when you whine, moans starting in your mouth and ending in his. He takes it all, takes every lick of affection you can give him because if Toji is anything, it’s greedy.

His hands travel south, hooking onto your hips and dragging you close. In a single movement, your bare cunt is flush against his clothed pelvis and you whimper at the sharp, sudden friction and the unfairness of it all. “In a bit,” He grumbles over your spit-glossed lips, as if he can read your mind, “Wanna taste those gorgeous tits of yours first.”

His back curves somewhat awkwardly, he’s much too big for this, much too big for you, but he latches onto your nipple, licking and nipping as he pleases while the other hand busies itself with pinching and tugging. You like it. You almost wish you didn’t. Your toes curl and you buck, whining over how it’s bunched up fabric running through your glistening folds instead of his naked cock. “Toji– please,” You choke, hands lost in his hair and pulling just as hard, “At least let me feel.”

His lips leave your pebbled nipple with a pop and a laugh, “Feel what? Thought you wanted to sleep.” He’s back at it though, swirling his tongue around your other perky bud with plenty of saliva and spit to leave your skin glittering. “Change your mind all of a sudden?”

You know he’s teasing you, wants to get a rise out of you because Toji just loves a brat to tame.

So you give him what he wants, hands desperately clamoring for his waist only to land shy of touching his body because of the position you’re in. He snorts, hot air billowing over your breast and the contrast from the exhale to spit makes your spine arch. “You can do better than that.” He’s vile when he speaks, now in the mood to irritate you to hell and back just so he can pound the brat out of you. He continues his ministrations on your tits, though one hand decides to travel south and cup your mound. You drench his fingers in no time at all, your hole all but ready for him as he plunges not one, but two fingers right off the bat inside you. Pumping until you cry:

“P-Please – haah – just fuck me already.”

He gives your nipple one last tug, right between his teeth to feel you strain and cry for him and when you do, he smiles right over your sensitive little button. “Alright.” You think he’ll make a move just then but instead, your cheeks are squished, caged by his dirtied thumb and other four fingers so your lips plump up into a pitiful pout. “Then you’re gonna ask nicely.” You smell yourself in his fingers.

Your eyes meet his and they are pitch black. It makes your lungs still, your eyes red hot with tears, but your cunt wet. “P-Please, please, please,” You manage with your cheeks already growing sore from his grip, “P-Please fuck me, Toji– ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry!”

“That’s my girl. Now get on your stomach for Daddy.”

You do as you’re told, a little too fast for your own liking; it shows your desperation, a card you try to hold close to your chest but Toji can always call your bluff. You’re starting to think you’re not good at all at pretending.

You hear him start to disrobe, know he’s back when the expanse of his hands are spreading the globes of your ass. He’s caging you in with his knees docked outside of yours, sees your cunt all wet and shiny and that’s enough for him. He can admire your– no, his pussy another time.

“Lift your hips.” He instructs and when you do, you’re teased by the fat head of his cock at your entrance, making your heart race and your stomach flip. He leans in and the stretch– it’s always there at first, searing and tingling, no matter how many times he’s plunged himself inside you down to the base. You squeal face first into your pillow, shoulders tensing as you feel his overwhelming girth prod and poke.

And then… He’s in.

“Fuck, princess– feel so good.” A baritone groan comes rumbling from his throat.

And you feel so full, up to your chest and you can’t breathe. You shudder under his weight, under his own groaning as your tight walls hug his aching member. He lowers himself further and knowing that you’re only going to squirm more, nips that shit right in the bud by grabbing at the fullness of your ass and mounting you with little care about how you feel about it.

All you can do is follow along, you aren’t given much of a choice and there’s no moving for you, not in this position and not with the way he’s holding you. He’s physically using you as leverage, digging nails into your bottom as he humps into you so hard and so fast, his fat and full balls are smacking into you and filling the room with loud pap-pap-paps.

Your hands mimic his, only you’re gripping fistfuls of your cast aside comforter as Toji mercilessly rocks you into your own bed. The bedframe thuds against the wall and your neighbors are certain to complain but that’s okay. Toji’s not going to be around for that.

He’s slamming into you, you can feel the ridge of his cock inside you grinding along the mattress as you take, take, take all that he’s giving you. You let your senses dull, allowing yourself to only feel the pain, the pleasure of Toji’s fat cock mercilessly fucking you and your cunt to submission.

“S-Shit, squeezin’ me so much I might just cum inside.” He taunts and you whine, your pleads for him not to disappearing into your pillowcase but make no mistake. He hears you.

He just doesn’t care enough to do anything about it.

The force of his full length inside you makes your head dizzy and your vision blurry. His cock throbs inside you, against your walls and when the tip hits you just right, you mewl and cry for him, “Okay, okay, y-yes– cum inside, cum inside please, Toji!”

Just like he wanted.

“Alright, but remember,” His mouth is at your ear now, teeth coming out to play when he bites at your earlobe before murmuring, “You asked for it.”

You nod into the pillow, babbling for Toji until you’re drooling, aching for a kiss that will never come because Toji loses himself inside you just then, pounding into you so hard and fast just to see the plump of your ass ripple and clap for him. His cock fully sheathed in your heat, it’s easy for him to spill every drop of cum inside you– allllll the way to your cervix.

He continues to thrust, as if to make sure every dribble of his load sticks, until he’s soft. Until he’s done.

He leaves you and you stop paying attention to his footsteps because when you get up from the bed, all you can fixate on are the wet patches left all over your linens. Splotches of tears left on your pillowcase. Blobs of cum already leaving a cloudy stain on your sheets.

“Hey,” Toji calls from the doorway, wrangling you away from any decisions that would have come from the post-coitus clarity, “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You know this is what he does. You know he’s not going to change.

But you take his hand anyway.

#toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji x you #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #.˚₊ ੈ ʚ 🍰 ɞ ₊˚. ꒰ a little treat for toji. ꒱

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matchadobo · 11 months

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KIDD; the captain has an allergy!

wc: 2061 summary: kidd has an allergy, he's allergic to... you. warnings: afab reader, none, just dumb kidd who can't figure out his feelings while killer tries to compartmentalize the captain's head to sort out his feelings for you, just fluff, a bit suggestive but no nsfw, kidd rambling abt you that's it

something's wrong with eustass kidd. he reckons that he's fatally ill. he feels like he could die any second. his chest feels tight, his muscles feel tense, his vision hazy, his body temperature skyrocketing, and his body perpetually weak most times of the day. he wanted to kill someone, the next pirate king shouldn't be so frail!

"man, i-huff-i feel like i'm having a-huff-a heart attack." the redhead clutched his chest tight, discarding his fur coat off and tossing it somewhere in the blond's quarters. killer looked quite offended that his captain interrupted his knitting.

"what's wrong with you?" killer started as he watched his captain sit by the edge of his bed, taking his vest off as he tries gathering air. "not a fever perhaps?" he stood up and placed the back of his hand atop kidd's forehead, he seemed to be sweating coldly. "talk to me, kidd."

"can you- huff- can you get allergic to someone?"

killer looked at his best friend like he grew a another head. it took him a while to respond. he cleared his throat and continued. "sorry, kidd but... whatever the fuck do you mean?" he tried searching clarity from his captain's eyes as he tried racking his lacking-medicinal-terms brain.

"this is fuckin' ridiculous, alright mate? don'tcha dare laugh at me." kidd started, leaning his arms back behind him as they supported his weight. after taking in a deep breath, he continued. "i think i'm allergic to name."

killer tried stifling his laughter but failed, receiving death glares from the other. "oh you're serious, damn." the blond soon realized and cleared his throat. "how did you... arrive at that verdict, kidd?"

"to start: whenever that fuckin' woman's around, she always makes my stomach feel funny. like i'm about to puke rainbows and shit." he started. "i feel all hot and my throat goes dry, like cat got my damn tongue." he moved his hands around for emphasis, mostly towards his head and chest.

at this point, killer's not getting enough credit for stomaching whatever bullshit his captain brings upon him. he's thanking all the gods there is for his mask because he can't muster how contorted his face looks from the dumb shit his captain is spewing. the amount of times his best friend rambles incoherent drivel about you will send him to madness the next time he hears about them and not see any development. it's nonsense like these that makes him rub his temples and would rather physically punt kidd to make that boneheaded captain realize what he truly feels about you.

the blond stared at him with a grim aura around him, "the fuck are you staring at me like that for?!" kidd protested.

"do you not realize that maybe- just maybe- she makes you feel something else more than... just a fellow crewmate? like i don't know maybe fucking love?" killer tried tiptoeing, piecing it out for him. that is until kidd just blankly stared at him, blinking his eyes as he waits for a word that he understands.

"love?! pft, hell no, shit doesn't sound like me. and that's impossible, i am in hate with her." he shook his head, crossing his arms. "that's why she makes me sick all the way to my stomach. she's a witch i'm tellin' ya."

killer worried at how serious kidd was at that last bit, the redhead's brows furrowed earnestly as he clasped his hands together. "and you think these are all uhh- symptoms for your allergy?"

"not just those!" he interceded, fist slamming down the wooden table. the impact shaking the cup of tea killer had before this disaster walked in. "my chest, i can't breathe each time she's there. just like earlier before i came in, she walked pass me and then i feel like she casted some kind of stupid witchcraft and then i suddenly struggle to breathe...! have i told you that i strongly think that she's a goddamn witch?!"

"yeah, that's twice now."

"i can't eat, feels like i'll throw everythin' up once she sits beside me. and each time she does, her touch feels like i'm bein' stung. she'll walk up to me with that annoyingly beamin' smile and bright fuckin' eyes, i just end up embarrassin' my damn self if i associate myself even further..." he downed the rum in his hands, "there it is! i feel fuckin' hot again! that woman really-"

"what woman?" you suddenly came around, peeking at killer's quarters. kidd jumped at your voice, knocking over things from the table and immediately falling off his seat. killer could be seen with a hand buried on his face, well in this case helmet. you let out a laugh at your rum-drenched captain who was sitting bashfully on the floor.

despite that, you sauntered towards him and squatted down. you took your hanky and unfolded it, drying his hair and wiping the residue liquid on the rest of his face. "what dumb shit are you up to again, captain?" you tilted your head to get a good look at him, but he refused to meet your eyes. you sighed, realizing he was too embarrassed to speak. "well, pick yourself up cuz you look stupid. also, it's not good to see the future pirate king on the floor, don't you think? whatever, see ya." you stood upright, waving to the two men goodbye.

"kidd, you alright?"

"you're right. i'm in love, am i?" he looked up at his best friend, fisting his pants bashfully.

killer rested his chin by his hands with a sigh, "about time you fucking realize."

"that's fuckin' funny, how could i be fuckin' in love?! cuz i hate that she shuts me up cuz i think she's right most of the time. i hate that all that i see is her, every minute for every day. i hate how her eyes shine when she smiles. i hate how she looks at me with that much faith that i'd make it. i hate how she calls me captain and it messes with my fuckin' head, drivin' my chest abnormal. i hate how i constantly want to be beside her. i hate that i always think about where she is and what she's up to. i hate that i am dying to know if she feels the goddamn same for this helpless sack of fuck that can't even pull himself towards her!"

"damn." killer clicked his tongue. "you really are crazy for her, aren't you?"

"from the beginning of it all," he shook his head in disbelief. how can a woman, manage to weaken eustass kidd like this?! just how?! "but i doubt this'd happen, have you seen her and have you seen me? she's way out of my league." he picked himself up, padding his bum with dirt and wiping himself with that hanky you gave. your perfume mixing with rum on his hands.

"oh? humbling yourself, kidd? now, that's not like you." killer countered.

"i-i'm not!" his ears turned red just as fast as he shot out a response. "she's just..."

"too precious you don't want to ruin her?" killer finished, the shock in kidd's eyes proved his accuracy. killer stood beside his best friend and put an arm around his shoulder. "come on, kidd. i look at the two of you and all i see are a couple of hardheaded crooks from the same mould with the same attitude, same stubbornness, and same passion for their dreams. she's tamer than you yes, more intelligent yes, more emotionally aware yes, and much calmer than you yes. that's exactly why you need each other, she regulates your storms and you give her peace a little peril. and trust me, i've seen how much she craves for your danger."

that bit made something primal awaken within kidd, something that he won't be apologizing for once it reveals itself later.

"so go, kidd. get her." killer gave him a little pat on the shoulder and pushed him out his quarters. a sigh of relief as he finally sees the end of this farce.

kidd took a deep breath and went on a search for you. he went looking for you in almost an hour, only to find you in his workshop as you mused at his trinkets and creations. "name, i've been looking everywhere for you. the hell are you doing here?"

"jeez, a hello would be nice." you rolled your eyes. "i wanted to tell you something."

"that's crazy, so do i." he shut the door behind him. he saw the shift in your expression as you heard his statement.

"you can go first." you smiled, making his heart skip a beat again.

"nah, you go."

"i insist. go on."

"no, go ahead."

"captain, just spit it out."

"you spit it out."

"you were the one looking for me, you go first!"

"well, you're the first one who said you were gonna say somethin'!"

"you know what?! neverfuckingmind! i can't with your dumb, stubborn ass!" you walked pass him. that is until he impulsively grabs your wrist and puts you back in your initial place.

you felt your skin burn at his touch, sucking in a deep breath as you regulated your rhythms from his firm grip.

"stay." he announced, seriously this time. you got a good look at his face, the faint light of the lantern along the little window by the other side of the room illuminated his sharp features. his eyes glowing with earnest and the genuine

need to say something he seems to be keeping for a while now.

he got closer and closer until your bum met with his worktable settled at the other side of the room, your hands holding at the edges for support as he got precariously close. you looked away as to not make your heart explode, mustering something up to calm yourself down. "w-why are you s-so clo-"

"look at me." he raised your chin with his index finger, directly locking eyes with you. "you aware that you've been driving your captain fuckin' insane ever since you set foot in the victoria?"

you furrowed your brows lightly, looking for any sort of clue in his honey eyes. your mouth was agape, too lost at the situation and too aroused at the proximity between the two of you. "from the way you always oppose me on the littlest things as you measure up to my stubbornness and knock some sense into me, to the way you usher me on to my dream like my pocket-sized cheerleader." he started, hypnotizing you with the fiery burn of his golden orbs; honey swirls swimming in them. "i love you." he placed a kiss on your forehead, down to your nose, to each side of your cheek, before pausing and waiting for the green light to your lips.

"well?" he raised a brow, keeping a milimeter distance away from your lips you could choke physically.

"tease." you replied, pulling him by his collar as you two clash your lips against each other. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he did too around your waist. it went on for a while before you two pulled away to get some air, panting in each other's lips. "your breath stinks of rum."

"as if that doesn't off you." he smirked, playfully tugging at your lower lips between his teeth. "so, what were you gonna say?"

"that i'm nuts about you too." you kissed his cheek. "funny how this whole shit works, right?!"

he threw his head back as he laughed. "all this time i thought i was the only crazy one."

"well, you're not very good at hiding how you like me so much." you teased, poking his cheek.

"shut it and kiss me more." he changed the topic, growling as he nuzzled his face by your neck. grinning as he elicited a little moan from you.

"have i told you how much i love your perfume?" he sucked in a deep breath, buttering your jaw and neck with kisses as the red pigment from his lips spanned further across your skin.

"no i thought you hated it."

"that's code for love, you dumbass." he breathed in your ear, making you giggle. he littered your neck with kisses, reveling at the fits of giggles he kindles from you.

i took this idea from an ao3 fic i read abt todobaku aND I CAN'T FIND IT ANYMORE! but anw i thought it'd be a good idea to incorporate kidd into this hehe. FINALLY FLESHED OUT A FIC IN SO LONG WOO

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vivalas-vega · 1 year

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and you’re to blame / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

hehe the smut we all wanted from the first part ;) I’m thinking this is going to be a three-parter, it only seems natural as I have one segment of this lyric left... I’m quite liking this writing a reader who unintentionally humbled jake so he doesn’t event attempt the bravado we’re used to lol

and you’re to blame / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

read part one here

word count: 3.4k

warnings: language, drinking, smut!!!, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p-in-v (wrap it before you tap it... at the very least talk abt birth control unlike these idiots !!!) brief choking, reader gets a callsign in this one, meet poison ivy (only mentioned as ivy. thank you @natrace for helping me with that one lol)

“Okay, no no no. That is a foul, you shook the damn table, Fanboy!” you shouted across the makeshift beer pong table at the absolutely hammered man.

“There are no fouls in beer pong, Ivy,” Rooster protested, defending his teammate and you chucked your other ball right at his head, smirking in satisfaction when it plinked off his forehead. “But if there were, that is unsportsmanlike conduct and grounds for your removal!”

“Retaliation is fair play as far as I’m concerned. You can’t stumble and move the table a whole foot while someone is making their shot!” The rest of the team was idly watching, swaying on their feet as they sipped their drinks listening to the latest argument of the evening. “What does the jury think?”

“What is this, fucking Survivor?” Rooster grumbled as you turned your attention to your friends with expectant eyes as you watched Phoenix, Payback, and Bob consult quietly.

After a long pause and hushed whispers, Bob cleared his throat and finally said “the jury finds Team RooBoy in violation of standard decency and spatial awareness, Team IvyMan is granted a redo in addition to a free-throw.” You cheered triumphantly, giving Jake a high five before he went to collect your ping pong balls as Fanboy and Rooster sulked.

“Unbelievable,” Rooster muttered and you just stuck your tongue out at him like a petulant child. “Did you even consider the fact that she pelted me in the head?”

“Watch it, or I’ll live up to my callsign and poison your drink,” you retorted, and he just rolled his eyes.

“We considered it,” Phoenix replied, sipping her drink and you just laughed before retaking your turn and bringing it down to one last cup.

“Okay, last cup, last shot, you got this,” Jake whispered in your ear, giving your shoulders a quick rub as you shook your arms out as if you were preparing for the game winning shot in a championship. The ground was unsteady beneath you and you were definitely a little fuzzy as alcohol coursed through your veins but you took a deep breath and centered yourself the best you could, lining up your aim and letting it soar through the air and land in the cup with a satisfying plop. You turned to face Jake with an excited squeal and threw your arms around him, giggling as he spun you around in circles, keeping an arm snug around your waist when he set you back on solid ground.

“Take that RooBoy,” you managed to get out around your laughter and Rooster threw a ping pong ball at you that you just swatted away before slipping out of Jake’s grip and sending Phoenix a look as you headed for the bathroom. She slipped in a few moments after you, closing the door behind her and handing you your abandoned drink as she sat on the ledge of the bathtub and looked up at you expectantly.

“So, the elevator?” she asked, and you sighed as you put the lid to the toilet seat down and sat, crossing your legs and clumsily bumping them into hers.

“Nat, I don’t know what the hell happened.”

“Uh, I do… if that door opened even two minutes later there was a whole lot more that we would have seen,” she laughed

“I mean, one minute we’re sitting in a stuck elevator talking about being stuck and cheerleaders and then the next he’s telling me I’m the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.”

“Wow, he said that? I don’t know if that’s really sweet or if he’s pulling his fuckboy nonsense,” she replied, taking a sip of her beer.

“I can’t say for sure but I don’t think it’s his usual nonsense, it just felt different, but at this point I really don’t know if I care either way.”

“I mean hey, get yours. If it’s Hangman being Hangman at least you’re going into it knowing that’s a possibility and you get to have a fun night in bed and if it’s something different, well… that’s nice too.” she shrugged and you nodded your head.

“Okay, yes, thank you. That is what I needed to hear,” you exhaled, feeling some of the tension that had settled over your shoulders since those elevator doors opened release. You stood and opened the door before closing it halfway and looking over your shoulder, “and sleep with Roo,” you said, laughing at her shocked expression. “You were basically fucking on the dance floor anyways,” you whispered before slipping back into the room and not giving her the opportunity to respond as you reclaimed your spot underneath Jake’s arm.

“Did you have a gossip session without me?” he asked, looking down at you with those sparkly eyes.

“I did, you missed out on some juicy stuff,” you teased and he gasped in faux-shock. “We were just talking about how Bob totally missed his shot with the only sane bridesmaid there was,” you said before looking at the man in question with mischievous eyes as you took a sip of your drink.

“I don’t- what? I had a shot?” he stammered as his cheeks flushed and you just laughed.

“Yeah, bud. She actually asked me about you, said you were smart and handsome unlike all my other beefcake friends,” you replied, smirking as the other boys started to talk all at once, taking offense at that assumption. “Might have mentioned to me that she’s in room 3317 if you get over your cute nerves,” you said nonchalantly and his eyes widened. “I would go if I were you.” You all watched as Bob checked his watch before frantically scampering out of the room and you tried to save your laughter for when the door shut behind him.

“Oh Bob, so smart yet so clueless,” Rooster said, shaking his head and you snorted, shooting Phoenix a look and she just pleaded with her eyes for you to keep your mouth shut… which you did. You’d decided you’d done enough matchmaking for the evening, and looked up to Jake who was looking down at you already with clearly the same idea in mind.

“Well, thank you all for a pleasant evening but if you’ll excuse us…” Jake started but you were already taking his hand and dragging him out of the room, ignoring the gags and Payback yelling ‘you’re not subtle’ after you as you ran into the hallway with him in tow. “My room or yours?”

“Whichever is closer,” you answered, squealing as he swept you up off your feet and carried you down the hallway, stopping in front of your room. You rooted around your purse until you felt your keycard and pulled it out, leaning to tap it against the handle but he plucked it from your grasp and beat you to it. “You’re ridiculous.” you giggled and he just shook his head as he kicked the door closed behind him.

“It’s customary to carry you over the threshold,” you let out a full laugh now.

“We’re not the ones that got married,” you pointed out and he shrugged, dropping you onto the bed and making his way to the mini-fridge.

“Yeah well, I know it wasn’t Bob you two were conspiring about in the bathroom and I’m not leaving anything to chance.” He pulled out a bottle of champagne and grabbed two glasses from the bar area atop the dresser. “Besides, only took a year of silent pining to get you in bed, so we’re doing this right.” he said as he popped the champagne, chuckling as you jumped at the loud pop. He handed you a full glass and tapped it against yours as he sat beside you.

“To Coyote and Abby?” you asked and he shook his head.

“No, to the best maid of honor and best man there ever was,” he replied and you laughed.

“I’ll drink to that,” you said taking a sip, “so pining, huh?”

“Be cool about it,” he sighed, and you just beamed up at him, leaning in to give him a quick peck and melting into him when he chased after your lips.

“I just don’t know how I didn’t notice it,” you said after pulling away.

“Well, you never looked at me for more than three seconds consecutively so I’m not surprised you didn’t,” he said and you felt another pang of guilt strike your heart. You knew without a doubt he wasn’t saying this to make you feel guilty, Jake was a lot of things but most importantly he was someone who respected boundaries, no matter what they were. Even though you might not have looked at him for more than three seconds at a time you knew this implicitly. But still, you felt it anyways as you looked over this incredibly handsome man who was looking at you like you’d hung all the stars and the moon. Really you’d had no idea, you didn’t necessarily peg yourself as his type so you’d never given yourself the opportunity to appreciate him any further than being a decent teammate but now here you were, appreciating everything before you and letting your mind run amuck with possibilities and desires… desire that was rekindling in your veins as your leg pressed against his perched on the edge of the bed.

Feeling a streak of boldness you plucked the glass from his hand and stood to place them on the dresser, discarding them as you set your sights elsewhere. You placed the ball of your foot on his knee, allowing the fabric of your dress to part at the slit and fall to the side, exposing your leg to him as you carefully leaned over and undid the strap and pulled the heel off, smirking as you had his undivided attention. As you did the same with your other he took over, carefully unbuckling and sliding his free hand up your calf as he tossed the shoe aside. You slid onto him, straddling his hips and wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his hands held you securely at your waist. “Well, I see you now…” you whispered into his ear, kissing down his neck and letting your fingers undo the first few buttons of his shirt. “And I definitely like what I see.” He captured your lips in a searing kiss, the slow tenderness of the elevator was gone as a hunger set in. You moaned into his mouth as he nipped your plush skin and rolled your hips in response causing his grip on you to tighten. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly at the roots and the groan that fell from his lips sent warmth flooding to your core. You wanted more, you wanted to be closer, you wanted everything that he had to give you.

You pulled back suddenly, slipping from his lap and pulling him up with you as you turned your back to him and pulled your hair to the side. He got the memo instantly, pressing himself against you and pressing kisses along your exposed neck as he pulled the zipper down, fingers ghosting along your skin as he pushed the silky fabric to the floor. He spun you around and lifted you onto the dresser, shaking his head as he took in the matching set you were wearing, “so fucking beautiful,” he muttered as he trailed his fingers along your legs, tracing your form and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He paused over your clothed heat, briefly giving you a small bit of the friction you were desperate for before stepping between your legs and pulling your lips to his again. It was a clash of tongues and teeth, sheer desire and greed overtaking you both as you finished stripping him of his shirt and began working on his belt. You felt bold once more, something about Jake making you feel so wanted had you keen to return the favor.

Pushing him away from you, you slid to the floor landing on your knees before him and looking up at him with bright eyes as you tugged his pants and boxers down his legs, freeing his cock and quickly taking him in your hand. You watched as looked down at you with his lips parted and breathing ragged and maintained eye contact as you took his achingly red tip into your mouth, sucking and swirling your tongue over the beads of precum before working him further down. He groaned, hands coming to pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he hit the back of your throat and you brought your freehand up to gently cradle and massage his balls.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he grunted and you felt saliva begin to spill past your lips and down your neck as you bobbed up and down, using your other hand to stroke what didn’t fit and Jake knew he’d never witnessed anything so sinfully beautiful. You felt your core throbbing as you took him, aching for any kind of friction but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop as you watched the blissed out pleasure on his face above you. You gagged around him and the grip in your hair tightened as he bucked into your mouth, his free hand coming to swipe the tears that escaped from the corners of your eyes before he pulled himself from you and lifted you to your feet. He captured you in a kiss as he walked you backwards and you rid yourself of your bra just as he pushed you down and settled between your legs at the foot of the bed.

You parted yourself for him instantly, looking down at him in anticipation as he kissed up your legs, paying special attention to the soft skin of your inner thighs… so close but so far from where you needed him. You writhed beneath him, almost scowling when he placed a firm hand to your hips to hold you still and he smirked up at you through his lashes as he slowly pulled your underwear off. “So needy,” he muttered as he licked a gentle stripe through your folds and your hips bucked towards his face. “So wet already, all this for me, sweetheart?” he asked and you nodded, fingers tangling in his hair as he began softly lapping at your clit, you let out a moan as your head fell back against the mattress, already feeling overly sensitive when he’d barely touched you. He increased his pressure, tongue moving expertly and precisely across your sensitive bundle of nerves and your brain grew fuzzy as you squirmed beneath him, wanting more but unable to do anything but moan his name.

“Jake,” you said breathily, and he knew what you wanted without even asking. He used his finger to gently tease your entrance, collecting your slick as he continued to work your clit and you kept trying to buck your hips closer. He finally eased a finger in, carefully stretching you before adding a second and pumping them in and out, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “Fuck, Jake,” you moaned, making his cock twitch and you felt your release growing closer.

“That’s it, baby, gonna cum for me?” he asked, keeping his speed and pressure consistent.

“Yes, fuck, yes-” you were cut off by your own moan, body twitching as your orgasm overtook you with blinding euphoria. He held your thighs apart when you tried to clamp them down, working you through your high until you were jolting at every lick and thrust with overstimulation. He was over you in an instant, molding himself to you and you wrapped your arms around him as you pulled him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and moaning as you felt him press against your sensitive core and you clenched around nothing, yearning to feel him inside you and you reached between you to stroke his length and press him to your entrance.

“You sure? We can-” he began to ask, brushing your hair from your face as he looked down at you and you nodded.

“Please,” you all but whined, and you wanted to be embarrassed by how wrecked you sounded but you couldn’t find it in you to care. He eased himself into you, groaning as he bottomed out and giving you a moment to adjust. You felt fire licking at your veins, burning in the sweetest way as you stretched to accommodate him. Wrapping your legs around him you nodded for him to continue, breathing in sharply as he began to thrust and your eyes rolled back at how full you felt.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re so tight for me…” he groaned, picking up his pace and you gripped onto his shoulders as he bucked into you, the careful roll of his hips stimulating your clit and you were certain you had never felt pleasure like this before. It was sheer ecstasy as it overwhelmed you entirely, your senses registering nothing but him and his intoxicating touch. He pulled your legs over his shoulders and you cursed as he plunged deeper, the new angle allowing him to brush against your g-spot and when his hand curled around your throat applying soft but deliberate pressure you knew you were barreling towards your second release. “God, princess you’re so good for me… taking me so good,” he moaned before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, tasting as much of you as he could. He removed his hand from your throat to rub tight circles around your clit as he continued to fuck into you and your legs began to quiver around him.

“Cum for me honey, I’ve got you,” he whispered as he buried his face in your neck, desperately staving off his own release as he waited for you. It was like his command was all it took, hitting you like a ton of bricks with a strangled moan as your walls fluttered around him, gripping him like a vice and triggering his own as his thrusts became uneven and rough, filling you with warmth as he worked both of you through your highs. He relaxed against you, lifting his head and pressing soft kisses along your cheekbones as your chest heaved, trying to regain breath. You slid your hand through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp and enjoying the blissful moment of peace as you came back to your body, feeling him drip from your core while his softening length remained inside you.

“So…” he started, still placing kisses to every inch of your face as you scrunched your nose adorably at him.

“So…?” you repeated with a soft smile when he pulled back to look down at you, eyes full of hope.

“Will you go on a date with me?” you laughed breathlessly, shaking your head as he carefully slid out of you and laid on his side next to you, pulling you with him and tangling your legs together.

“I fear we’ve done this all out of order,” you teased, smiling as his hand found a home on your waist and drew you closer. “You sure you wanna ask me out?” you asked, carefully trying to feel out his intentions as you recalled your conversation with Phoenix in the bathroom.

“There’s a lot I want to do with you sweetheart, starting with taking you on a date,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead and you smiled as you wrapped your arms around him and snuggled closer. “Is that a yes?” he chuckled.

You nodded against him, “yeah, that’s a yes.”

“I was thinking karaoke… we’ve got a pretty airtight performance already locked and loaded,” he said as he began humming Bon Jovi, and you just laughed.

“I don’t like karaoke, but that actually sounds fun,” you said, “and you’re to blame,” you added in a whisper, vaguely in cadence with the song and his laugh shook your whole frame. He hooked a finger under your chin and lifted your head to look at him.

“We don’t have to karaoke, I just wanted to hear you laugh,” he said before kissing you and you smiled into it.

“Who knew you were so cheesy?” you asked and he just shrugged before tucking you under his chin.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

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heartsoji · 1 year

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MISINTERPRET

akaashi keiji x reader

summary: akaashi is kind. he's kind to you, but he's also kind to everyone. you need to make sure you don't misinterpret his kindness.

a/n: akaashi getting a quad bc he's abt to hang out with bokuto is so funny to me

you'd always considered yourself an observant person.

you were good at watching people. you picked up on their habits, tendencies, movement style, and hidden traits. you picked up on how they responded to certain comments and the best way to be friends with them. you were on the quieter side, but you were well respected for being eternally considerate and kind.

also due to this nature, you were a very good judge of character. you found that the kindest and most interesting people were typically either very loud or very quiet, occasionally coming in the middle, though that wasn't often.

for example, take bokuto koutaro, the star pin on the team you co-managed. he was one of the loudest, bubbliest, people you had ever met, and also one of the kindest. he had a way of lighting up the room, and the way he cared for everyone you met was always heartwarming to see.

on the other hand, take someone like akaashi keiji, the setter on the same team. he was much like you. quiet, observant, yet one of the kindest, most tender-hearted people you'd ever met. he was a true gentlemen and was always considerate of other people's feelings and their boundaries. he was also in a few of your classes, and he was always so kind and warm. if you were being honest, you'd developed a small crush on him due to that.

you and akaashi were friends. being similar in nature, you two were quite compatible and got along well. you'd often study in the library together, and you took that as a chance to sneak glances at his stupidly handsome face every so often. however, his face wasn't the only part of him you loved. (though it was certainly an added bonus) there was something about him, aside from his kindness and good nature, that made you feel warm. welcomed. seen. you hadn't ever felt that way about anyone before, and you just knew that he was special.

"hey, l/n-san, uh, so for this part, do you think that the main idea of the passage is- l/n-san? l/n-san? are you alright? l/n-san?"

you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder bringing you out of your trance.

"sorry. yes?"

"ah, i was just asking a question about this part."

"oh, i see. so, in my opinion, i think that.."

as you talked, it might've been your imagination, but you felt like he was gazing at you. however, if you glanced away to see if he was, you'd lose your train of thought, so you continued on, your cheeks becoming slightly rosy as you did so.

after you two finished studying, he cleared his throat.

"uhm, l/n-san, would you like to stop by the cafe on the way to the train station with me?"

your eyes widened before a happy smile spread across your face.

"i'd love to!"

you walked with him to the cafe, making lovely conversation along the way. akaashi was kind, patient, and a good listener, too. talking with him was like riding a bike for the first time in a while. you're a bit nervous before you start, but once you do, its easy, relaxing, and fun.

"the leaves are beginning to turn orange." you commented.

"indeed. it's quite beautiful." he replied, a gentle smile on his handsome features.

"right? it's so pretty! it's a shame they'll fall soon." you said, an excited look on your face present before slightly saddening at the thought of bare trees.

he chuckled. "is fall your favorite season?" he asked.

"hmm.. maybe! i like how pretty the leaves are, but i'm not fond of how chilly it can get." you replied. "it's actually pretty cold right now. i probably should've worn a thicker coat or a scarf."

"oh, are you cold?" he asked before quickly removing his scarf. "here, take my scarf."

you felt your cheeks warming up. "no, no, akaashi-san, keep it! i'm really fine." you protested. he really was kind. he immediately tried to offer what was keeping him comfortable to you in order to ensure your own comfort. that selfless nature of his might be one of the sweetest parts of him - the ability to love and care for others, even when at the expense of himself.

"please, l/n-san, i insist. it wouldn't be good if you caught a cold. i'd be worried." your eyes widened slightly. he'd be worried? however, almost immediately after saying that, he gave a small cough. "i mean, the team and i, of course."

of course. he was just being kind. your feelings for him were beginning to make you misinterpret his simple kindness.

you accepted the scarf. "thank you, akaashi-san. i really appreciate it."

he let out a sigh of relief as he handed you the scarf. "of course. also.. you, uhm, don't need to be so formal with me." he started slowly. "i'd... be much.. uh, happier, if you just called me akaashi. we're on the same team, after all. you're the only one who still uses an honorific with my name."

you smiled. "of course, akaashi. that goes for you, too. just l/n is fine."

he returned your smile. "got it. thank you, l/n."

your heart skipped a beat when his voice spoke just your name. akaashi was making you fall harder for him by the minute, but you felt a bit sad knowing that your chances of being with him or him at least slightly reciprocating your feelings were slim to none. after all, akaashi was an extraordinarily skilled athlete whose personality, height, and overall good looks attracted many girls, even ones from different schools. akaashi's a very kind person. don't misinterpret it.

when you arrived at the cafe, akaashi had you order first. you ordered your usual basic latte, but he ordered a quad, something you'd never tried before.

when your drinks came, you noticed that his had a nicer aroma than you were expecting. he noticed you staring at him as he took his first sip and commented on it. "is something the matter?"

"no, no. i was just wondering what four whole shots of espresso could possibly taste like. i've never heard of anyone with that drink order before. and also, why four shots?! isn't that like, a ton of caffeine? you're not gonna be able to sleep tonight!"

he chuckled. "i need the energy. i promised bokuto-san i would set him some balls today, since it's a friday, and i have a feeling that we'll be going for a while. as for the taste, i quite like it, though it's definitely an acquired taste. bokuto-san tried it once, and he spat it at the wall." he said, chuckling at the memory. "i really enjoy the bitterness of the espresso. i think that out of the five flavors, i think that bitterness very well may be the most underrated one. well, it's in my top two, anyways. additionally, espresso contains immune-boosting antioxidants and-" he then stopped himself short, seeming a bit embarrassed all of a sudden. "ah.. i'm sorry for rambling. uh.. would you like a sip?" he offered.

you smiled. "yes, please! i think it sounds very interesting."

you took the cup from his outstretched hand and took a careful sip. you then began trying to register the flavor. however, while you were doing so, although your face remained stoic, you were internally freaking out. you just shared an indirect kiss with your crush, and he had offered it to you without a second thought. you just shared an indirect kiss with the akaashi keiji. you just shared an indirect kiss with him, and you were trying your best not to start smiling and blushing at it.

stop. don't misinterpret it. don't misinterpret his charity, his kindness. you had asked what his drink tasted like and he was explaining it to you before doing the kind thing to do, offer you a taste. he probably wasn't aware of the fact that you two shared an indirect kiss anyway, and it was only you who was thinking about it-

you stopped that thought at the sight of akaashi. at the sight of akaashi clearly trying to avoid staring at the mouth hole of his cup, but failing miserably, a rosy blush dusting his cheeks, and his lips slightly upturned. at the sight of akaashi keiji, nervously trying to ask what you thought of it, clearly still flustered, and still staring at the mouth hole of his cup.

suddenly feeling a bit confident from his reaction, you licked your lips while holding eye contact. "it was good." you said. "it tasted a little like you, too."

you watched as his cheeks turned from rosy to red, averting his eyes nervously while stealing glances at the cup where you two shared your indirect kiss.

huh. you thought to yourself. maybe, just maybe, you weren't misinterpreting, after all.

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nyctophiliq · 1 year

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I’m absolutely in love with your theme and think we should talk abt Jill rn.

So if you wouldn’t mind me requesting a Jill smut and you could just surprise me… 👀👀

✮ — BACK OF THE HELICOPTER ; jill valentine

SYNOPSIS . . . ( happening right after the end of resident evil 3 remake ) raccoon city is now just piles of ashes and the further the helicopter gets jill’s pent-up stress over what happened is tipping her over the edge. she can’t keep her hands to herself, so much for keeping it professional until things cool down. MINORS DNI. . . afab reader, nsfw ! — lowercase writing intended, carlos is in his own world, jill is pushing every boundary that exists, public sex, fingering, usage of pet names, finger sucking, mouth stuffing,

wc ; 1,58 k

MOSS' NOTES . . . okay look, just roll with this because this is the peak moss wants to climb up to with every fic, so hope you enjoy this kylie !!! we are all just whores for jill, a couple of sluts 🤭

you sat on the other side of the helicopter, giving space for jill to recover from the loss of her town and the blast that ended it all. carlos asked something from her but you couldn’t understand it as your attention was on your girlfriend, following her eyes and observing how her fingers fiddled around with wet wipes, cleaning them slowly. you rubbed your knuckles as you watched her, suddenly having the urge to reach out for her and shake her out of her trance but you got anxious halfway, pulling your arm back to your sides.

“can you give me one more?” she didn’t look at you as she requested, she just continued to stare out of the window while her hand was pushing you to take the dirty one and change it out for a clean one. you nodded as you reached for the box of wet wipes before handing it to her and she took it from you, but her other hand came up to grasp your other hand.

she finally looked at you, her pupils jumping back and forth between constricting and dilating as the whites of her eyes became darker, deep wine blood vessels popping. “scoot over, i’ll help you get cleaned.” her tone was insisting alongside her grasp and you couldn’t say no, so you nodded your head as you unbuckled yourself and shifted to sit next to her.

“we are gonna settle down for a while,” jill started as she took the box from you, pulled out a wipe, and started to clean your cheek. “let you take a clean break while i make my plan, okay?” she took a split moment to take a glance at your whole face before her focus fell back on the blood and dirt under your eyes. you nodded, setting your hands on your lap, letting jill talk while getting comfortable in the otherwise hard and itchy seat you sat in.

the silence was eating you as she tidied your face up, angling your face as she pleased to check if there was anything that she left on you. “alright, can you help me now?” jill asked, letting go of you and throwing the dirty wipes onto the floor of the aircraft, handing you the box. “sure.” you took it without protest, taking a couple of wipes out and moved closer to her, and began to take care of the filth on her face.

once again the tight room and the quiet were killing you, the buzzing of the helicopter being a horrible background noise. you took a deep breath as you pulled away, and gulped when jill’s arm snaked around your waist and brought you closer to herself.

“this whole thing was… nerve-racking,” she murmurs, her head falling onto your shoulder while the hand that wrapped around your waist slipped down to your hip, her fingers digging under your pants’ buckle. you nodded, taking in a shaky breath, “the matter is that it’s o-over.” you stuttered, your eyes jumping back and forth between her hand and her face as she clumsily starts undoing the buckle.

you cleared your throat, pushing yourself further up on the seat, “are you sure this is a g-good idea?” you mumble when she loosens your belt, now having free access to the button of your pants. she chuckles against your skin, her fingers playing around before undoing the pin and pushing the two rims apart. she caresses the underside of your belly, moving closer to you as she does so before her hand glide between your underwear and pants.

“you don’t have to worry this guy is…” she trailed off, her other hand coming to push some hair out of the way that was covering your ear. her head’s weight disappears from your shoulder, her hot breath hitting the shell of your ear, following up her previous sentence, “in over his head, he will never notice.”

she might have been right and as of the moment, you couldn’t even argue otherwise with her, not when her fingers were rubbing up against your clothed clit. your breath hitches as she starts moving her hand, the familiar feeling of pleasure tensing up in your stomach as she plays with you. “fuck, jill, d-don’t tease m-me, please.” you exhale, shakily so as one of your hands grips into the edge of the seat while the other lands on jill’s thigh, gripping so hard your knuckles turn white.

it was embarrassing how excited you were from only just a little, from the mere thought of jill’s fingers inside of you. even the slightest of touches alarmed your nerves, your brain shooting a lightning-like signal right to your core when her lips ghosted on the thin skin of your neck. you could feel it, your arousal trickling out of your aching hole as she touched you

“can you keep quiet for me, hm, sweet girl?” she asks as her fingers climb under your panties, collecting your pooling wetness and teasing your eager entrance. your head hangs, trying to gather your words and not let the special attention that your girlfriend was providing you let you slip. “y-yes! no, n-no…” you shake your head in defeat, there was no way you could keep your moans to a minimum or at least be quiet.

“it’s alright, just open your mouth,” she cooed, her other hand coming up under your chin and offering up two of her fingers. without protesting you open your mouth, letting her fingers settle on your tongue before closing your lips. “there you go, keep them nice and warm, bite if you have to.” she hums, without warning pushing her finger inside of you and close following with a second. you slip down on your seat, your hip bucking up into her palm when she starts to pump her finger in and out of you with a slow, tortuous pace.

the squelching sounds are barely covered by the loud noise the helicopter makes and thank god for jill’s fingers stuffed into your mouth, muffling your lewd sounds. you breathe in and out through your nose, sucking the digits inside of your mouth as much as possible to try to relieve some of the pressure you were feeling from the pressure building up in you.

“jill…” you whined, your hips lifting off of the seat as she added another finger. “i’m g-gonna come, s-stop….” you whimpered, trying to mumble around her fingers but it only came out as incoherent noises, which jill seems to find hilarious because she chuckled lowly.

“what was that? i’m sorry, sweetheart, what did you say?” jill asked as her thumb continued to rub circles against your clit.

you panted, your body wracked with shivers at the sensation of her fingernails scratching against the sensitive flesh on your sex. “w-wait, j-jill…” you begged, tugging at the material of her pants. she didn't reply, squeezing harder on your clit as you felt an intense heat rushing through your entire body.

your arms came up to wrap around her neck, pulling her closer as you tried to press your pelvis against her hand, but she just kept going, keeping her pace slow until finally, finally, she gave you the release that you needed, arching your back as you cried out with your name.

you collapsed back against the seat as your body went limp, releasing all the tension in you as the orgasm passed through you and it felt like you haven't had one in years. you felt her fingers withdraw from you as she pulled away from you, leaning against the cold metal of the helicopter. a low whine escaped your throat as you curled up against the seat, not wanting to move an inch.

your breathing was still heavy as you struggled to calm yourself down, your body sore as hell after your release. your heart started to beat faster and faster in your chest as you felt jill’s gaze on you, but you refused to look up. "you did real good, just amazing baby." she mutters as she glances at her fingers, playing with your sticky heat covering it, stretching and watching it fall like a spider web heavy with water, comparing it with her other fingers that were in your mouth.

"oh my fucking god," you whispered, wiping your forehead as you tried to get yourself together. "did we really just did this?" you asked, a smirk making its way back on her face as she leaned back to sit next to you. "not like you didn't like it..." she mocks you as she opens her mouth wider, putting her fingers in one by one, cleaning them off with her tongue.

you scoff and roll your eyes, pulling your legs up and resting your cheek on your knee as you watched your girlfriend lick herself clean.

you knew she was teasing you but it doesn't make you feel better as your cheeks turned into a bright red shade of blush. she giggled behind her hand, her smile growing wider as she looked at you, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "you know…" she trailed, her voice trailing off as you slowly raised your gaze up towards her and you froze, watching her stare intensely at your lips before dropping her gaze down to your lips.

"uh...?" you breathed out, feeling completely lost at what she was going to do.

“you will have to pay me back, later, i don't take no for an answer."

#📼 › moss tapes #resident evil x reader #resident evil x reader smut #resident evil 3 x reader #resident evil jill x reader #resident evil jill x reader smut #resident evil smut #jill valentine x reader #jill valentine x reader smut #resident evil jill valentine x reader #resident evil jill valentine x reader smut #jill valentine smut

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theoccultz · 9 months

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Lets talk about Current Venus rx and Aries north node transition-23

Theme: glitters and glammers are fading away ?

Why are people Acting weird?

As someone who has aries north node in 22 degrees i feel much settled and comfortable with whats going on however initially it was exhausting to just enjoy life and not be on the go go and leave the mentality that everyone is out to get me .

A lesson with aries north node is you shouldn't try to control your circumstances rather be on the lookout for your actions ,others Behaviours , and be responsibille ,tie the loose ends ,dont take reckless actions (:

Similarly venus rx ,

Is not about you feeling ugly or things going wrong *i mean ofc we all are feeling messy *

The energy is definately much intense during retrograde period ,See whats its telling you and what issues are arising within dont sweep it Under the rug

Insecurities? Not feeling stable ? A Need to cling on weird people who wouldn't even treat you fairly ?

Venus rx is very interesting you'll be noticing where you sell yourself short ,not idealisng others and being raw with yourself + where you need to work on , and how your relationship patterns are working it'll be break-in with whats not built on solid ground , its like building a smooth surface in your life basically

On the positive side , relationship will be restored and mess will be clear venus rx is not abt relationships not working out but going through extremely tough changes , things you never addressed basically the elephant in the room is now visible. A lot of protest abt different things are going on which are being publicly viral is also venus rx seeking justice and flaming up the general public about what they believe in

Your partners insecurities, their past , their behaviours , everything has come to light for the best of course.

Plus your habitual patterns will be positively taking a turn, if you think you are going backwards in this period DO NOT PANICK its okay take things slow and restore balance ,make this work for you not let it influence you negatively or dwell into paat and things that were not meant to work out , "understand you were supposed to see the reality of situations" , do not go adapting harmful tendencies which you wouldn't commit in long-term for positive results .

Be uncomfortable with the change but be consistent with your self development,its all about making you realise your potential !!!

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I'll make a post in depth about our current shifts .

#astrology notes #astrology observations #astroblr #astro community #astro notes #pick a card #important #vd #venus rx #aries north node #current transit #astrology

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grandlinedreams · 5 months

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I'm glad you liked the fluffy thoughts :D can I share more...

well this isn't really abt domestic moments but. rather how open he'd be after you both spent a decent amount of time together in the relationship - so after you're both used to eachother's antics etc.

i think he'd start becoming a bit more affectionate/open so maybe while in the first months you asked him if he wouldn't mind cuddles orr if you gave him any type of affection and he stiffened up at first. now he's just. yes used to it. but he's a big cat. like yes give him attention. (i personally think he's touch starved but obv has his moments where he prefers to not be touched. dies vibrating w need to comfort and pamper baby if he's not alright but must respect boundaries. that said please say we're gonna cuddle later /j) you settle in his lap while he's reading a book? little kiss on the top of your head. if you nestle in his embrace he goes to heaven. oh you're behind him, pressing your lips on his nape? alright he's melting. (he def doesn't like when u kiss his neck noooo he doesn't noooo what are you talking about...) playing with his hands? you do you bby. (I WANNA PAINT HIS NAILS) oh and when it's cold you're both staying under the blankets no exceptions. you're dragging him to bed and while he might protest sometimes - the moment he's under there he's a whole different person. you're getting snuggled whether you want to or not (when you're both new to it you'll probably have to initiate,, he's not sure you want to cuddle and he's not gonna ask since he's a dummy.) and ofc when it's hot. yeah physical contact hibernates for a while lmao.

but when its cold :( i just wanna cuddle with him and listen to him talk abt coins n medicine n comics to me :( like yes be nerdy w me pls :(( resists urge to dreamily look at him while he goes on a rant abt a manual that wasn't clear enough/finding one that is very helpful n he really likes it. fails. resist urge to makeout at least. urgh i have more too idk if i should just send them in your inbox since i'm a moot 🛀 brain rotting rn.

Yes :((

Lowkey clingy/affectionate Law is so!! Because at that point it's natural w him and he doesn't think much abt it when you respect each other's boundaries/know what each other needs like pls i would pay so much money rn to curl up w him

#ㅡanswered.

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imaginedrago-ss · 4 months

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my dads side of tge family rlly r on another level they all have sm 2 say & none of them ever stop talking not even 2 catch their breath, evry time i go there i hear so many crazzy political opinions at once taht for a few hours i understand what its like 2b schizophrenic. tge 1s i heard over da last few days include "tgese protests in serbia r worthless, tge prorussians have already won, the west wants to give all of ukraine 2 putin & after this victory he wont stop there, they will want a clear corridor between serbia & russia and they will go right thru romania, listen to what im saying, b4 tge year ends the invasion will start. and from nato we will get zero help, our lives will turn to dust", "yes tge americans dont want to help ukraine anymore theyre saving all their weapons for israel but im telling u they dont have an infinity of weapons soon they will run out of weapons and start sending jews, deadname dont show yourself in public as a jew they will ship u strsight to tel aviv u know tge israelis put women in the army 2. [after i said dw tgey know i support palestine] no no dont support palestine 2 loudly either, all tgese pro palestine immigrants the americans will send tgem straight 2 the deportation centers u will end up in a cell surrounded by arabs", "i dont understand y biden is still running, tge entire democratic party, so many ppl, they cldnt find any1 younger 2 replace him? i am saying, da republicans will win and then w taht putin will win as well, he will attack moldova next & tgere is no way theyll let moldova in the eu all da romanians in moldova can just die quietly, what, the ukrainians havent died?", "the unionist party in romania [fascists who support uniting romania w moldova again] will win for sure after this and then we will leave the eu & Then we will really learn what hell is", "erdoğan will soon invade israel he needs tge popularity, turkey is a muslim nation, the people r supporting palestine its clear what calculation erdoğan will make, and if rhe romanian jews come back from israel we will see a holocaust like we havent seen before", & so on. i was sitting there hitting them w the classic abed nadir expressionless stare until the tv said smth abt nationalism rising in india "what do u mean but they already have independence" "ehhh independence on paper is one thing in reality its smth else" "yes maybe they will leave the commonwealth, good, the brits have exported enough tea they shld go the fuck home" & it was my turn 2 explain taht no no indian nationalism is mostly abt making the country more hindu & treating religious minorities in india like shit. what can i say, happy new year evry1

#my gradma was tge only quiet 1 but shes gone now zl #^tgis is my most universally relatable post i think

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eldritch-thrumming · 6 months

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i usually do my activism under my own name with my face visible on instagram and tiktok. i didn’t post abt what’s going on in palestine because i’m not an activist here; this is just a niche anonymous fandom blog.

but then i realized this is actually where i have my biggest following.

so i want to be clear: i support palestine. i have always supported palestine. i stand with the palestinians and the palestinian resistance. i wholeheartedly condemn the israeli regime and the iof. i condemn israel’s war crimes. as an american, i recognize and condemn the us’s complicit actions in the genocide of thousands of palestinians. i will never forget the american celebrities who spread misinformation and worked to incite violence against normal people protesting this genocide to their millions and millions of followers. i will never forgive my congresspeople who endorsed genocide, despite thousands of their constituents begging them to do something. i will never forgive the biden administration for lying to the american people to cover up, fund, and facilitate the genocide of thousands of innocent men, women, and children. i will not forget the us voting ‘no’ for a humanitarian ceasefire in gaza as gaza went dark and was cut off from the entire world.

the people in power—the us, western europe, the israeli regime—want us to look away, to stop talking about this, to feel hopeless. i will not look away. i won’t lose hope.

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free.

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shkika · 11 months

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About the post you made abt how close Pebbles and Moon considered each other, I think it was really good and comprehensive! The only thing I have a question about is how DO we know if Moon coddled him/was overbearing? Given how she didn't used forced communications until the actual last possible minute when it was a matter of her life and death, I don't actually think she was? I think Pebbles might have thought that still though. I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Oh overbearing is absolutely not the right word I'm sorry if I used it!

I used the word coddle in a sense in which I imagine she tried to protect/distract or ease him from the protests about his existence. Or the fact he's.. clearly not the favorite. Especially as a new iterator who just.. woke up. She has a softer approach, she's mindful of peoples feelings! Moon is kind and loving towards everyone.

Unlike for example Suns who (Mind you Pebbles wasn't new at a time, but the pearl still shows Suns' clear disregard for Pebbles' feelings/lack of understanding how damaging their words are.) tells him that they were basically made to be lab rats destined to rot away. Without the ancients caring for their well-being. It's blunt, it's clear and it's pretty brutal for someone who knew that Pebbles liked the ancients! But it's probably the approach that, though more upsetting to Pebbles, it made him feel more respected in a way.

It's an approach Moon just didn't have! I don't think she babied Pebbles too much or acted like an overbearing protector ^^

As for your point about the forced communications!! I believe she waited this long, because not only did she want to talk it out and NOT make it uncomfortable for Pebbles (aka be intrusive), but I feel like she placed trust on him. That as his sister, he wouldn't hurt her. That they could talk. That her administrator privilege wasn't needed...

Oops..

#ask #anonymous #you can disagree though that's fine!!#these are all my interpretations #and it's okay for those to differ ^^#i just have fun talking

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koqabear · 7 months

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I feel like your current word count is a good enough teaser 😭 I love reading your longer fics 🫶🫶

AKSJDSIDB glad u think so 😭😭 i won’t drop all i have rn but… you’ve convinced me to give a small snippet… mind you, it’s a lot of cut up scenes i put together so if it feels like it’s choppy/talks abt something ur not familiar with, that’s why!!

i just kept having to give context/add in certain paragraphs in order for it to have the same effect as the full fic 😞

teaser under the cut— very unedited btw, and kinda long ! 🤗

Past the cliff, in the distance, your eyes spot another hill, similar to the one you currently find your neighborhood on top of; it’s taller than yours, and you’re surprised to find a single house decorating the grand expanse of land, straining your eyes to try and take the details of it as you practically press against the glass.

It’s quiet— everything is still, and you feel as though time itself has stopped. There’s no movement, and for the first time in what feels like centuries, you allow yourself to remain still and… breathe.

A quick movement in the window across brings you out of your stupor; you’re jumping up from the suddenness of it, only to be alarmed further by a sharp knocking at your door— you freeze, and you think you may have forgotten how to breathe as your head whips around to face the sound. You don’t dare make any movements, mind racing on who it may be, the possibilities only making your heart pound harder against your chest.

Another knock— only, it’s softer this time; hesitant. Slow, as if the person on the other side is unsure of themselves. That’s enough to make you stand slowly, your curiosity piqued as you carefully make your way to the front door; your footsteps are light and careful, as though they could somehow see inside and spot you refusing to answer the door— cautiously, you lean toward the door, looking through the peephole and trying to see if the person is still outside.

A girl your age stands outside; she wears a clear raincoat and her face is flushed from the cold, cheeks puffed out as she sighs slowly, staring straight into the peephole and indirectly making eye-contact with you— you flinch, and despite your better judgment, you open the door a crack.

“I’m Kim Chaewon,” she pauses, pointing back at the house to your left; it’s painted a light yellow and is filled with lush gardens, the only house that seems to be feminine and alive on the whole street, “I live in that house there— there’s been rumors of someone young moving into town, but we all thought it was just lies— but imagine my surprise when I saw a car here!”

You’re not sure what to say past a simple greeting; you feel obliged to tell her your name as well, her round eyes flickering over your shoulder and taking in the home behind you as she repeats your name slowly— your skin prickles at the sound, unnerved by the way she leans forward slightly to get a better look at things.

“Do you need any help?” she asks, smiling cutely even with the way you give her a confused look, “Moving your stuff in, I mean; I couldn’t help but notice the boxes that were still left in your car.”

“Oh no, it’s alright—” you attempt, but your efforts are immediately turned down with a wave of Chaewon’s hand, giving you a persistent smile as she shakes her head.

“The rain isn’t stopping soon,” she muses, looking behind her and at the dull scenery; she turns, scanning your outfit slowly— you feel oddly self-conscious, hiding behind the door a little. “and you’re not exactly dressed to be out in the rain, I wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

“Plus, I’d like to help you out! As a neighbor, y’know? I’m actually kinda excited that there’s someone new here.”

“Sure, if you insist,” you say awkwardly, your smile tense as you watch the way she cheers slightly; her cheerful and bubbly attitude is slightly jarring to you, and you try your best to laugh along as you pat your pockets for your keys and slip on your shoes, despite her protests that she’ll just do it herself— pulling your hood back on, you unlock the car, giving Chaewon another shaky smile before you’re running off to get the boxes out of your car.

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“Thank you so much for your help, Chaewon,” you smile, the action a bit stiff as her own only widens in response, “But you should probably get going now, the weather’s a bit…”

You trail off, looking past her and at the gloomy sky; she turns to follow the point your gaze has landed on, and as if the gods were finally on your side for once, lighting strikes in the very distance.

“And I don’t really have the accommodations for guests right now— I hope you understand.” you’re too tired to hope that you don’t come off as hostile; your mind is only hoping that she’ll take the hint! Watching the way she remains frozen, not a thought in her eyes as she takes a moment to process your words. You know she’s finally gotten your message when you see her smile twitch slightly.

“Ah. Right,” she says, laughing breathily before she’s taking another glance behind you; you simply smile back tensely, unable to help the way you lean on the doorway and pull the door along with you, “Well, I should probably let you get settled in.”

She points over her shoulder, looking back at the yellow house with the pretty garden before she’s turning back to you with her usual bright smile.

“I’m in that house over there. If you ever need me.” your solemn nod isn’t even half the response she was looking for. With one last soft laugh, she takes a step back, running a hand through her hair and proceeding to knock down the hood of her raincoat before she’s rushing to put it back up— she tries to laugh with you at the situation, but you can only offer her a twitch of your lips that makes her wince— like a kicked puppy, she turns to leave; you’re about to close the door entirely before she’s whipping back around, startling you from the sheer suddenness as she lets out a loud Oh!

“Curtains,” she says, eyes wide as she snaps her fingers and points at you. You don’t bother to conceal your confused— and slightly annoyed— look this time, raising a brow and resting your head on the doorframe as you simply let out a slow sigh and wait for her to continue.

“You should install curtains. Like right now.” She bites her lip, head turning to the side and eyes sweeping over the neighborhood; she turns back, and her eyes are pinned right on your door as she continues— her voice is nothing more than a whisper, and you’re leaning forward slightly to catch her words.

“The neighbors like to snoop.”

She runs off without so much as a “goodbye”. Her rain boots splash into puddles and her hand comes up to keep her hood on, and though you really don’t mean to, you watch her until she’s at her front doorstep; her demeanor is different, hasty hands patting her pockets for her keys before she finally finds them— she looks around for a moment after she’s unlocked her door, and her eyes lock onto yours unexpectedly.

She gives you a tight lipped smile before she ducks into her home— moments pass, but none of the lights turn on inside.

You stay out on your porch a while longer; taking in the neighborhood you’ve found yourself at, scanning each house as you wonder who your new neighbors might be— Chaewon’s house, as bright and pretty as it may be, remains quiet; not a light has turned on, as though no one were home. There are two houses next to hers, but only one mirrors her own, painted beige and filled with lush plants and bushes while the other is a dull gray, entirely plain save for the curtains within the house.

The homes to your right aren’t much more interesting. All painted neutral colors and barely decorated, the only home that stands out to you from that row being the farthest one from you; two chairs are placed on their porch, a single lantern hanging from one of the posts— other than that, everyone else’s homes seem just as bland as yours, save for Chaewon’s pastel dream-like home that makes you wonder if you’ve been transported to a different reality every time you look at it.

What a strange girl, is all you can think, finally going back inside with a shiver, a cool wind passing by and making you wrap your arms tightly around yourself.

Your door shuts with a soft click, and you find that you feel dreadfully alone again. You’re reluctant to turn the lights back on, but you’re not given much of a choice due to the lack of natural light that comes in, the curtains that you ordered to be put in much more efficient than you expected as you move to open them slightly.

It’s not much of a change, even with them pulled open. You’re huffing in annoyance at the sight before you return to the boxes you reluctantly allowed her to help you move in, staring at the labeless containers and wondering what you could have possibly shoved into each of them.

“Fuck, I need to get new lightbulbs,” you utter to yourself, leaning down to open them reluctantly, sorting through each box and placing them in their respective rooms before you finally begin to unpack— walking to the kitchen, you glance out your window, footsteps coming to a slow stop as a strange realization hits you.

Curtains, she had told you, your eyes falling onto the heavy black-out curtains you picked out meticulously for your living room, You should install curtains. Like right now.

A frown pulls at your face, brows furrowing and your fingers digging slightly into the cardboard of the box in your hands— you’re not sure what takes over you, but you’re suddenly placing the box down, going from room to room as you inspect every window, the same curtains as before installed in each one as her words only confuse you further; you’re restless, lip caught between your teeth as you wonder what she could possibly mean by that, if she was just messing with you.

You make your way into your bedroom with slow, tentative steps— and spot your beautiful bay window, a large source of light that has yet to be covered simply because you were waiting to see it in person to choose what would look best with it— and Chaewon’s words come back in your mind, daunting and making your stomach twist in confusion and worry as you look out into the ocean, past the grand expanse and to the large hill that interrupts the body of water.

The neighbors like to snoop.

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#there’s a lot of paragraphs missing akdbskdb #so maybe this can give you guys a feel of what this fic will be like #my halloween fic btw!!!#gonna be a dark fic 😊#rambles #koqabear asks

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lesbiannancytruther · 2 years

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love and trust au headcanons bc they’re lowkey slowburn and i do NOT feel like going chronological b4 talking abt them kissing

-it takes nancy a couple of weeks of testing the waters before transforming into her human form and when she does robin is literally floored bc “oh my god she’s so small….” and also like exactly her type😭

-nancy has varying degrees of human form, with the natural form being with the fluffy cat ears and tail and slit pupils, but if she tries she can make the cat features go away

-i didn’t get to go into as far into detail as i wanted regarding robin and her magic. robin’s magic is elemental and chaos based, it’s VERY powerful and in typical robin fashion leaves a mess when she gets out of hand. its destructive as hell, so her specialty IS combat even if that’s not where her interests lie. robin’s method of channeling is actually pretty unique, preferring to use an intricate dagger her mother gave her to cast spells.

-even though nancy eventually trusts and opens up to robin, she has a very clear dislike for other witches, especially those that she’s just met. when robin goes out to buy supplies and nancy accompanies her, many other store patrons are forced to endure her icy glare from her perch on robin’s shoulders

-a few people comment on this, verbally expressing their sympathy to robin for having such a hostile familiar, and robin is surprisingly pretty pissed every time someone brings this up, swiftly coming to nancy’s defense every time

-nancy purrs

-like they’ll be kissing and robin will be like “r u purring🤨” “NO”

-nancy sleeps in robin’s bed only a few weeks after joining her, but as a cat. it’s when things get romantic that she shares robin’s bed as herself

-when they get into petty arguments nancy sleeps in her cat bed as a form of protest and is always scratching at robin’s door an hour later lol

-robin wasn’t really a fan of cats before nancy, mainly because most of them hissed whenever she walked by, but she sees their charm in nancy’s little tendencies

-robin always has cat hair on her clothes, she is never free

-nancy is, naturally, very protective of robin. now whenever people sneer at robin for messing something up or just existing they live in fear of either a little demon with claws or a little woman with a gun

-robin likes to boast that she can pick nancy up in both forms

-steve is still robin’s best friend in this au (he’s a witch and eddie is his familiar) and nancy HATES him like sitcom cat level hatred but she gets along REALLY well with eddie (a massive crow)

-steve: “robin ur familiar is looking at me with murderous intent again”

robin: “her name is nancy”

-robin buys nancy both regular outfits and cat outfits (the latter of which she refuses to wear) (except for on robin’s birthday where she agrees to a cat vest)

-robin and nancy balance each other out really well, with nancy being a careful eye that keeps robin from making small mistakes and robin who lets nancy have more magical freedom than most familiars do (nancy is a big fan of curses)

-after awhile, robin never goes anywhere without nancy. if for any reason she has to she always finds herself turning to see how nancy feels about something before realizing she isn’t there.

-nancy, by extension, never feels stronger than when she’s with robin. robin is her reminder that she’s a person, not a battery or a servant, she feels way more confident pursuing what she wants when she knows robin is at her side.

-nancy initiates the first kiss after robin wins a tense witch duel with her help, its heated and clearly an impulse move. robin doesn’t immediately respond, which makes nancy pull back and run off without letting robin explain anything, a tiny blur of fur disappearing into the trees

-robin is worried out of her mind until nancy comes home much later that night. she seems set on trying to apologize when robin confesses her feelings, explains that she needed to do that first, before kissing her. nancy melts into it and quickly affirms that she feels the same, apologizing for freaking out on robin as well

-nancy’s jewelry that ties her to robin is a fine gold choker that curls close to her throat and sports tiny white crystals throughout. robin, after almost falling over bc she’s so smitten, jokes that its almost like a collar and nancy pounces on her (violence)

lmk if y’all r still interested :)

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #love and trust au #i love them ur honor #witch!robin #familiar!nancy #catgirl!nancy #lol

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