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sex therapy :: 22. little dark age

chapter tags/warnings: megumi is very mean but he's very uwu in the end. dad! toji. angsty! megumi. family drama. mentions of death. classism. strong language.

word count: 4.2k

notes: despite my long hours at work and the word count, I finished this update at a speed that impressed myself! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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The next morning, you woke up alone in Toji’s bed.

Sunlight filtered into the room through the lace curtains, the brash beams softened into a gentle glow, a cinnamon and honeysuckle candle flickering in the corner.

While you could be disappointed that Toji’s warm presence was not beside you, this was your chance to stretch out on the mattress and rub at your eyes, feeling the crisp sheets against your skin.

With your mind growing more alert, memories from last night made their way back into your mind: how Toji touched you, kissed you, fucked you, made you feel so sexy. Only he could make you feel like he was the luckiest man alive. That you were the only girl in the world.

Like an idiot, you curled into a smiling and giggling ball, kicking your feet in a flustered bout.

Even with six months of marriage under your belt, it was actually…weird, to remember sex as something enjoyable and fun, rather than an obligatory action.

Sure, Toji might view last night as normal given his abundant sexual endeavors in the past. But this was totally a different thing for you. Naoya had never bothered with ‘unnecessary acts’ like aftercare, after all.

Hell, he could not even care to look at you most nights.

Several weeks back, you would have been racked with guilt.

However, you have recently discovered a renewed sense of self-worth, a belief in your own agency and right to pursue happiness outside your tattered marriage. This was the realization that, if Naoya Zenin could feel like he could do whatever he wanted, you could too.

You could do better.

Toji had said so himself.

Not to mention, with Toji, you were heard.

You were understood.

With him, you were special.

Keeping these thoughts in mind, you practically hopped toward the bathroom and washed up, then skipped down to the lower level to search for him. Looking for him didn’t take long when the kitchen bustled the sounds of cupboards being opened then closed, the clatter of metal forks against porcelain plates.

You rushed in that direction, unconsciously smiling at how thoughtful Toji was to be preparing breakfast. He must be anticipating you to be awake soon (and how surprised he would be to see that you had risen from your slumber already!).

So you can imagine how disappointed you were when you turned into the kitchen doorway, ready to implode from giddiness, and Toji was not the person you saw.

Rather, you found Toji’s son.

Megumi did not even notice you at first.

He leaned over the kitchen island, his upper body shifted onto the one forearm that rested casually on the counter’s surface, his free hand swiping at his phone. His gaze was locked onto the device which was why he had not sensed your presence, instead occupied with reading his friends’ texts and chuckling to himself as he scrolled through the messages.

Megumi looked like a completely different person now that he wasn’t clearly pissed off.

The contrast was like night and day.

His morning appearance was remarkably neat. With the abundant lighting, his tall and fair features became clear, with sparkling dark eyes that glimmered like the evening sky. He had taken off his rings and been wrapped snugly in a baggy brown pajama set.

For once, he looked…soft and sweet, and when he laughed heartily at his screen, everything in his smile was a reminder that this young man was nothing but a kid in the end.

Briefly, you did not want to believe that this was the same anguished teenager you had encountered last night. All over, you searched for one singular flaw. A loose strand. A crack in his lips. A budding, rosy pimple. But, with Megumi, there was nothing.

How could this possibly be the same person who accused you of being a demon, who lashed at his father for thinking with his dick rather than his head? As you wondered how your plain presence could turn such an innocent boy into someone filled with contempt, your heart filled with chagrin.

“Yuuji, this bumbling idiot,” he snickered quietly at a video from his friends. As he pressed replay, he brutally stabbed an apple slice with his fork and popped that bit into his mouth. “If your older brother hasn’t already, Nobara is definitely going to whoop your ass.”

Still chuckling, he shifted his weight, leaning from one arm to another, and that…was when he spotted you.

Quickly, his grin fell flat.

“Oh,” you heard him mumble.

Even a half-brained goldfish could tell Megumi was horribly disappointed to see you here. He straightened up a bit, chalking up the invisible and seemingly impenetrable wall that you recognized from last night.

Megumi didn’t want to smile. He didn’t want to be your friend. For all he cared, you only stopped by for a few hours in his life, and he had no obligation or expectations to ever see you again.

So, with that, the atmosphere became thick and awkward.

Horribly awkward.

“H-Hey,” you uttered, unsure of what else to say as the gloomy teenager turned around toward the refrigerator and effectively ignored your presence.

He did a terrific job in avoiding your gaze as he reached for an orange juice carton and a new glass, pouring himself a drink in silence once he returned to the kitchen island. Since you were older, you shouldn't feel humiliated by how you were being treated like a fly on the wall by an eighteen-year-old.

Yet, you were.

Megumi made you feel irrelevant and insignificant, as though all idiosyncrasies that made you feel helpless in your marriage came to haunt you through him.

He could hardly bother to glance in your direction even as he downed his drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he did. Then, once his glass sat empty, he treated himself to another cup.

All in silence.

When Megumi finally decided that, fine, he could not simply pretend you didn’t exist forever, he turned to face you and asked, “Why are you still here?”

The question caught you unprepared, leaving you frozen like a deer caught in the headlights.

Although Megumi didn’t roll his eyes on the spot (which probably demanded great self-control from himself), he leveled a piercing stare that bore right into yours. For a moment, his looks resembled his father’s greatly, but the intensity in his indigo eyes was nearly palpable, like a spear that grazed along your throat.

Instantly, your mouth dried at the scrutiny, his look disapproving and judgeful.

Perhaps you should head to the water cooler, hoping to rehydrate yourself and avoid his direct line of sight in the process. He left you unsettled with how he examined you with narrowed eyes, likely sending death wishes your way.

“I’m here because—”

You paused.

Here because your father and I fucked last night in the bathroom two doors down from you.

No. In times like these, honesty was not the best policy. Knowing this, you felt more exposed than ever in Megumi’s presence and tugged at your shirt collar to cover the dark marks on your neck, but the teenager had already seen them all.

“Unbelievable,” he scoffed, his eyelid twitching with irritation.

Megumi slammed his glass down in exasperation (which, to your amazement, did not shatter despite the force), and he stormed into the next room over.

His signs were clear that he would rather not spend another minute talking to you, but you persistently trailed behind him. There was still a lot to understand about him. At the very least, you would like to sort things out.

On the other hand, he wanted to avoid all that, escaping into the library. Even with your goal for conversation, you had to slow down in awe to admire the newly discovered space. A grand brick fireplace occupied the wall opposite the entrance, a magnificent woodblock painting hanging above the mantel as plush beanbag chairs encircled the hearth. Shelves crafted from dark cherry wood lined the rest of the vicinity's perimeter, showcasing not only an impressive literary collection but also antique figurines and framed family photos.

“Leave me alone,” Megumi deadpanned amidst your amazement. "My dad's busy on a call in his home office upstairs, but that doesn't mean you should be following me now."

He could never let up on you, could he?

“Well, no one ever said I was following you.”

“Yes, you totally are. Why else are you tailing me here?”

You shrugged. “Because this is a nice apartment, and I’m just exploring.”

“Well, I’m sure you live in a very nice place too, given who your husband is.”

A small part of you was still amazed at how publicized your life was given your ties to the Zenin Corporation’s CEO, but you had been growing accustomed to the attention in recent weeks.

“I like the aesthetics here, though. Drawing inspiration for my own place.”

“Whatever,” he grumbled in finality but did not miss how you stopped at one particular framed photo. Immediately, he rushed to your side, the proximity introducing you to his grapefruit fragrance that was accompanied by ambery cedar notes. Forcefully, he swung his sleeve in front of your face and hampered your view. “Nuh-uh! Don’t be nosy.”

“I’m not being nosy!” you protested. “That was your baby picture—”

“Yes, exactly. So, you are nosy,” said a Megumi trying to hide his embarrassment. “You’re a dreadfully nosy, horribly pushy, and appallingly insistent old snooper.”

“Old snooper?!”

Sure, you weren’t a high schooler anymore, but that didn’t mean you were old.

“Control yourself,” Megumi went on, ignoring how offended you have become. “You’re victimizing us all.”

While Megumi’s original mission was to slink away and enjoy his personal space, he now decided that he had to monitor your every movement instead, worried about what other awfully cute childhood photos you might come across if left alone. Knowing there was no use in arguing with a stubborn teenager, you took your gaze away from the photos and spotted a large maroon pennant plastered above the doorway.

“Oh, Harvard?” you asked,

“Yes, my dad completed his college degree there. Double major in economics in psychology,” he stated matter-of-factly, not that you were surprised. “That, and I’ll be starting school there this fall.”

“Oh, congratulations!" you praised (and questioned why Harvard would accept a cynic like him) before using this chance to make some meaningful conversation. "My husband also went to school in the United States as well. He could give advice about starting university in a foreign country. He went to—”

“Yes, Yale.”

Wow. Just how many hours did Megumi Fushiguro spend on Naoya Zenin's Wikipedia page? Obsessed much.

Creepy, even.

“Well, look who’s the snooper now,” you teased the boy, jokingly pointing out how he seemed to know more about you than you knew about him.

But perhaps, that was a terrible idea.

Megumi stopped, falling quiet as he turned back slowly to face you. His lips were pressed, as though he internally debated what charged and hateful thing to say next.

How dare you involve yourself in his matters? How dare you use his words against him? Arrogance was never a classy trait. So, how dare you challenge Megumi, an incoming freshman at one of the best universities in the world, while you were a sidepiece in Japan’s aristocracy.

You braced yourself, expecting a barrage of insults, until he asked, “Are you feeling better since yesterday night?”

Caught off guard, you froze, not sure if you heard him right.

Meanwhile, Megumi did not meet your gaze. He almost appeared ashamed to do so, regarding the nearby bookshelf instead, his long fingers running over the wooden engravings.

The room, once filled with apprehension, now held a rare glimmer—a shred of kindness that left you realizing how complex the teenager was.

To respect his space, you stayed put from where you stood, the library growing quiet while waiting for your answer.

“I am better, thank you for asking.”

While Megumi tilted his chin forward in thought, he still did not glance your way. He stayed silent for a long while, sucking on his teeth.

“Sorry,” the boy spoke up again. With his head hung low, he took in a deep breath through his nostrils before admitting, “I know I'm a complete asshole sometimes.”

This, naturally, was the last thing expected from the younger Fushiguro. Observing him from your position, you noticed how his features softened as he thumbed through the shelved pages of one book.

Was this real?

Five minutes ago, this was Angsty Megumi. The don’t-bother-me Megumi. The hated-your-fucking-guts Megumi.

Yet suddenly, he began apologizing. While Toji presumably had some influence in bringing about this change, Megumi appeared to mean what he said given his idle fidgeting.

The easier—and frankly, more childish—comeback was to make a scene and accuse him back. After all, Megumi’s slander and actions had torn a hundred gashes at your fragile heart, but you knew better than to hold grudges at your age. “Thank you, I appreciate that.”

Another silence, this break twice as long as the last. He continued to drill his stare into something far less interesting, but only because he seemed hesitant to speak more. His lips parted and then closed as he visibly fought with himself regarding his next words.

“This doesn’t mean I trust you, though.”

Oh. Just when you thought you advanced two steps ahead, you had merely been circling around square one. Right, you should have expected that because this was only the first time you two were holding some semblance of a civil dialogue. But, despite all this internal rationalization, that didn’t make your disappointment any less.

“That…is fair,” you replied, trying to mask the rejection in your tone though the defeatedness still bled through.

“Look,” Megumi started quietly.

He sighed and ran a hand down his dark hair. When he finally turned to you again, gone was the outright scorn that once dwelled in his eyes, replaced by a countenance far more sad. His lips pursed into a strained line, his forehead marked with concern, and brows furrowed ever so slightly.

“I don’t know what your intentions are. Just…please don’t hurt my dad.”

Your chest tightened.

Megumi could judge you for all he wanted, but you felt unfairly blamed. He had said something similar last night. What could you—a young and inexperienced housewife to the Zenin family, yourself with no real power—possibly do to hurt Toji?

“I don’t know what you mean.”

The boy stared at his feet, rocking on his heels. “Dad’s been through a lot. All to protect me. But, as an unfortunate result, he had made several awful decisions in the past to the point I feel like I am the one watching out for him instead. Ever since my mother passed away, he had been a mess.”

Ever since his mother passed away.

While you were aware that Toji had an ongoing affair with ‘Tsumiki’s mom,’ you had not stopped before to think about Toji’s other past wife who must be Megumi’s mom, much less wrap your head around the possibility that the latter no longer existed in this world.

Not that you were to blame.

Toji, who preferred to keep many private matters to himself, didn’t mention his first wife in conversations before, her premature death being a likely reason.

This might be rude, but you had to ask, “What happened to your mother?”

Megumi had expected the question, putting on a front to seem tough and act as though the past didn’t bother him. Yet, pain flashed visibly across his face.

“Involved in an accident many years ago. She was an event coordinator and traveled to Canada to visit a vendor when she crossed an intersection, and then…”

He paused.

Even though you had an inkling about what he was to do next, adrenaline coursed through as Megumi raised his outstretched fingers and collided them to create the letter T.

“Boom. Gone.”

Your heart sank.

How come no one had ever mentioned this to you before?

While you could understand why Toji did not want to discuss this traumatic event, the other therapists never brought up their leader's tragic history either. Therefore, the realization wrecked you—to think about how a young woman’s life could vanish from an unpredictable freak accident, leaving behind a husband who could never tell his wife that he loved her one last time and a son who could never feel his mother’s tender affection again.

“That’s horrendous,” was the most appropriate reaction you could conjure to sum up your thousand thoughts. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know…”

Your voice trailed off.

Despite the time to process, you still didn’t know the proper verbiage. Only now were you scratching the surface regarding who Toji and Megumi Fushiguro truly were, and you could only wonder what else there was to know about them.

“Don’t say sorry to me.” Noticing your loss for words, Megumi had interjected. “I don’t remember much about my mom since I was seven when she passed, so not that I really care anyway.”

A lie. The teenager tried to seem unbothered, but his voice wavered. Even Megumi himself must have noticed how he began choking up a little, turning away to distract his sadness.

“My dad, though…” Megumi continued, but he didn’t need to finish his sentence for you to understand the rest. “He truly loved my mom.” After propping his elbow against a nearby shelf, he rested his head on his palm and sighed. “He had given up everything just to be with her.”

Both warmth and sadness shone through like he was retelling a bittersweet story of star-crossed lovers—two people deeply in love yet destined to be apart.

“I see.”

“Dad has not been the same since,” the boy continued to explain. “He slept around a bunch and got charmed by some pretty lady. Blinded, my dad got married to her and life had been a living hell afterward—treated me like a bag of shit, spent all my dad’s money on her shopping sprees every weekend, and even neglected her own daughter—my stepsister—which forced my dad to raise her instead.” In the end, Megumi huffed loudly in exasperation and seethed in anger, his hands balled into fists that turned his knuckles white. “A fucking bitch.”

He’s talking about Tsumiki’s mom, you realized.

“They’ve gotten divorced, no?” you inquired, referring to Toji and his second wife.

“Thank all the Shinto gods, they did! About several months ago, yes. Would have taken their marriage certificate into my own hands if they hadn’t by now!” Megumi exclaimed, extending his hands out to rip an imaginary piece of paper for illustrative purposes. “That…That whore did my father really dirty during the years they were together. No, the craziest shit is that she continues to bother my dad all the fucking time.” Scoffing, he threw his arms into the air. “She’s got a new shiny boy toy, so why is she still trying to bother the ex-husband that she placed the divorce papers in front of?”

His eyes slid to observe you, as though he attempted to read through your thoughts or elicit some reaction. Therefore, when you did not, Megumi simply continued.

“I am this close,” he leaned forward, bringing his thumb and index closer just about together, “ this close to placing a restraining order on that lunatic. For my sake, for my stepsister Tsumiki’s sake, and for my father’s sake.” Then, he dropped his hands down in one long sigh. “Therefore, I hope you can understand why I have trust issues.”

With this newfound information, you finally understood why Megumi had been so hostile to you during your first few encounters with him. He had a good reason to be. With all these years gone by, he hadn’t seen anything good come out of his father’s escapades ever since his mother’s passing, and Megumi was desperate and determined to protect what he had left.

Like you, Megumi knew that Toji deserved none of this.

Toji did not deserve to agonize alone after his first wife’s untimely death, he did not deserve to be taken advantage of by his second wife who sought opportunity in his heart’s emptiness, and he did not deserve the suffering of having no one by his side to comfort him during these times.

Seriously, how could you possibly be complaining about bad sex to a man whose lowest lows tortured him far beyond your comprehension? Juxtaposing your therapist’s tragedy—from loss to grief to betrayal—against yours made your problems seem minuscule compared to the vast amount in his. Even though Toji suffered through many colossal heartaches, he still lived, smiled, and gave each day his all, living through the halcyon days of sunshine.

Meanwhile, Megumi stared at the ring that was already on your finger. “Are you going to marry my dad?"

Spit nearly catapulted past your mouth.

“What?” you blurted, dumbfounded.

“I don’t want another stepmother,” Megumi clarified, assuming that the answer to his question would be yes. “I just want a mother.” He crossed his arms and hugged himself, the loneliness evident in his orotund voice. “I…want to know what having a mom feels like again.”

You could feel and see, for the first time since you two met, the vulnerability that resided within Megumi. A side that would only come out whenever he thought about his childhood, which must have been filled with love, joy, and beautiful memories.

Seeing this made your heart tear with sympathy.

Because, in him, you saw a reflection of yourself.

“Back when I was in high school, my mother passed away after a long battle with kidney cancer,” you divulged, recognizing and validating his sorrow. "The immediate years after were extremely difficult for me because I had known my mother for so long in my life, and I sought a presence that could replace hers. My father, like yours, recognized my struggles and took it upon himself to fill my mother's shoes. Still, my mother cannot ever be replaced, and I similarly do not think I can completely substitute your mother either. But there is one thing for you to know: that my very last goal would be to hurt you and those you care about, Megumi.”

Words, you knew, did have the capabilities to mend the rift alone, so you took slow steps toward him. In the closed distance, the desolation in his eyes became more vivid, the ever-present struggle between his confused emotions and the barriers he fortified to protect himself and those he loved.

Without saying more, you tugged at his arm and pulled him into an embrace.

Beneath your hands, you could feel his shock.

He resisted at first, a subtle rigidity in his frame.

Gradually, however, those tense muscles in his body softened as he sunk in the warmth you provided him. His shoulders seemed to lower along with his guard, and he leaned into the hug. Not every issue may have been resolved, but at that moment, you found a common ground with Megumi that replaced the once-charged disagreements with a consolation transcending words.

“I only know a small part of your story, but I want to be here for you,” you whispered, voice a soothing murmur.

Megumi did not respond immediately, but his grip on your shirt tightened as if acknowledging the shared vulnerability. There was warmth from his body that assuaged your broken and throbbing heart, and with great sincerity, you hoped that he could at least get the same comfort from you. Like a little child, he rested his head by your neck and let out a deep breath.

“Thank you for talking to me.”

With a sad smile, you patted his back. “Of course.”

Even the room seemed to exhale in relief, releasing the lingering tension that had gripped the vicinity.

The peace and serenity were only interrupted when a holler thundered from the upper floor.

“Boy!” Toji, who must be done with his call now, boomed. “I told you to clean the bathroom, already! Mopping and scrubbing today!”

Megumi groaned at the command and peeled away from your touch. “I’m going to do that soon!” he shouted into the void, hoping that his voice somehow made its way back to his father.

“That’s what you said an hour ago!”

“Okay, yeah, he’s right,” Megumi conceded, huffing. He stepped back, a faint blush dusting across his pale cheeks.

“I’ll be back,” he muttered shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just some chores to do. Sorry.”

Toji must be lucky to have such a good son like him.

“No worries.”

With Megumi rushing out to obey his father’s commands, you found the library now all yours. You were smiling ear to ear, your entire body much lighter now that you had resolved many misunderstandings with Megumi. As you waited for his return, you scanned the room in search of something to help you pass the time, your gaze fell upon the Harvard pennant again, this time also noticing the framed document that hung beneath the banner.

“What is this?” you mumbled to yourself.

Yes, as Megumi had pointed out about you earlier, you were incredibly ‘nosy.’ In your defense, this was your chance to learn more about the Fushiguros, a family whose past you just began to uncover through the conversations earlier.

Besides, what harm could be done from just some innocent curiosity?

You approached the piece slowly, unable to comprehend the English print quickly when your first language was Japanese. Yet, with just enough foreign language reading skills, you figured that this document was in fact a Harvard University diploma. Impressed, you admired the gold embossed letters, the university's iconic emblem, and the dark ink that conferred the degree to…

Toji…Zenin.

What?

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end notes: We have officially hit the turning point in this fic! The reason I enjoyed writing this chapter so much was how many topics and emotions were explored. While our hot therapists didn't take the spotlight, we got a chance to explore our very elusive Megumi.

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twogyuu · 1 year

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SVT as the one-bed trope || performance unit

Pairings: SVT PU x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, comfort, angst in some, crack if you squint

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and food, profanity, there's one bed (obviously) but it's not suggestive.

WC: ~3k

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A/N: Y'all can thank Alchemy of Souls for inspiration for this headcanon. Awaiting the day I'll run into my cursed and haunted, secret betrothed who's not really my betrothed but is willing to dry up the world for my safety and wellbeing uwu

The order these were written were intentional: Chan's is first because it's the most angsty and Soonyoung's is last because it's the fluffiest. We stan happy endings 🫶

peformance unit || hip hop unit || vocal unit

Chan

The wound was fresh and the emotions were raw and unfiltered. Harsh words that they didn’t mean were thrown at one another, filling their home, and drowning each other in frustration and sorrow – the reason why this conflict started in the first place lost amidst it all.

Exhausted from the tears and yelling, you had retired to your (and his) bed early. Your mind raced with thoughts and questions of what would become of the two of you. Would he rub salt in your wounds and spill all your dirty secrets to his friends? Would you wake up without a trace of him left in this apartment?

With the few tears you had left, you found yourself sniffling again. You tugged the comforter up to your lips as it absorbed not only your muffled sobs, but also the droplets that rolled down your cheeks with every squeeze of your eye.

Though you were upset with him, the thought of Chan leaving you was unbearable. You’ve been dating for the better of two years and you’ve had your fair share of fights, but none like this. Making up was usually easy, but the rift between the two of you tonight seemed unfixable. It was like an open seam in a coat, the stuffing spilling over and neither of you with enough thread to sew it back together.

Was this his last straw?

The quiet click of your bedroom door opening interrupted your musing. Chan must've came in to grab his pajamas. You figured half as much, he’d head over to Seungkwan’s place or sleep on the couch. The left side of your bed would be empty and cold tonight.

Much to your surprise, he stayed longer than expected. Eyes squeezed shut as you feigned sleep, you heard the rustle of clothing and the metallic clink of his belt falling to the floor, followed by the rifling through his drawers. A bright light floated on the edge of your bed as he turned on the flashlight on his phone to better find his clothes and put them on. He tossed it into a corner; sensing a soft bounce of the mattress by your feet.

The rustling ceased, but you could feel his eyes on you. Even without looking, you knew how he looked. He was probably wearing his usual dark gray graphic t-shirt, hanging loosely from his broad shoulders paired with white sweatpants that were a tad too long, because they once belonged to Soonyoung, and pooled at his ankles. He tried hard not to show it, but you knew Chan’s eyes too were swollen from crying in the shower. His auburn hair was damp and hung over his eyes to hide the traces of dejection on his face.

A hand on his hip, Chan inhaled sharply, holding it in for a few seconds before releasing it in a prolonged blow in between his pursed lips. If he wanted this to work between the two of you, he knew he had to let down his guard – break down his walls and let go of his pride and apologize.

At the end of the day, he loved you and he’d choose you again in a heartbeat.

He grabbed his phone, swiping off the flashlight. Eyes still lingering on your sleeping form as he rounded the corner to get to his side of the bed. He set his phone on the mahogany nightstand, the metal meeting the wood with a quiet clunk. Lifting up the comforter, Chan gingerly slipped underneath the covers. The blanket rested heavily at his waist. He laid flat on his back for a moment, eyes flickering across the smooth, white-painted ceiling.

There was something about this position that didn't feel quite right – it was uncomfortable, lonely almost, even though you were only about a foot away. It was late spring, spilling into summer, but it felt cold, goosebumps forming and hairs raising along his arms.

Chan let out another breath and turned on his side, his eyes landing on your back. He pressed his lips together, fighting the urge to pull you into his chest and spoon you from behind. If you were asleep, this decision wouldn’t be so difficult. From the way your shoulder rose and fell unevenly with your breathing and the miniscule shifting in your position, he knew you were awake.

Was it too soon? Would you push him away?

“Fuck it,” he grumbled to himself.

Chan closed the space between him and you, lying in the middle of the bed now, and threw an arm over your shoulder. He inhaled the comforting and familiar scent of your rosemary mint shampoo filling his nostrils – he never thought he’d miss it so much. He pressed his lips along the crook of your neck. Though it wasn’t his intention, it sent chills down your spine, eyes flying open. You stretched your back in his hold before settling into the mattress again. Chan pulled you closer, only satisfied when he heard and felt the soft thump of your back meeting his chest.

“I’m sorry,” Chan whispered, his breath hot into your skin. Your hand reached up and wrapped around his forearm. Your fingers flexed along his tense muscles, wrapping and unwrapping themselves around. There was an uncontrollable urge to make sure he was real and this wasn’t just your imagination, out of the need for comfort tonight.

As if he knew you were going to speak again, your own apology at the tip of your tongue, Chan spoke again.

“I love you.”

With those three words, a weight was lifted off your shoulders though Chan clung on. You swallowed slowly, your tongue swiping across your lips to moisten them as you worked up the same courage to say it back. It shouldn’t be hard to say these three simple words, but when they held so much weight of your vulnerability, it was.

“I love you too,” you croaked. You pressed your lips into his forearm.

Chan liked to think it was a kiss.

“Sleep – we’ll talk it over tomorrow,” he muttered. “Promise.”

“Okay.”

“Good night, Y/N Y/L/N,” Chan closed his eyes, tucking your head under his chin.

“Good night, Lee Chan.”

Minghao

There was an invisible line that shouldn't be crossed: he would sleep on the left side and you would sleep on the right. On top of being annoyed with the current predicament the two of you were in, he was particular about his night routine and sleep hygiene - any points of disturbance were unwelcome. You spent what felt like hours stiff and flat on your back, fiddling with the wool comforter, eyes trained on his navy blue painted ceiling. It was a strange color of choice, but according to his butler, it reminded Minghao of the night sky and helped with insomnia sometimes. Every few minutes, you dared to let your eyes wander and side glanced at him. His eyes were softly shut and his breathing finally seemed to have fallen even. One would've never guessed he had trouble sleeping with how peaceful and still he looked. You slowly shifted onto your side, careful not to wake him. A selfish part of you wanted to admire him a little longer - hoping his peace was infectious and calmed your racing mind. However, even the slightest twist of your body seemed to have bothered him.

His eyes flew wide open and he stated abruptly, "You're still awake."

You shrank back, peeping a quiet "yes."

With a heavy sigh, he turned in your direction. His face was as monotonous as his voice. His hooded eyes held no ounce of warmth or love for you.

Yet, something about the cold and hollowness in his gaze made you dare to cross the invisible line he had drawn between the two of you. Perhaps it was naive of you to search for the same timid and affectionate boy you once knew, but Minghao wasn't inadvertently hostile. Though he would never say it out loud, he had other ways of showing people he loved them – like that time he carried Jeonghan from the school playground to the nurse's office after he fell off the jungle gym, or when you were seven and he insisted on taping together and sticking it underneath the hood of his desk, the the heart card Choi Seungcheol had ripped apart after you confessed your innocent crush on Valentine's Day. However, as he got older, arrow after arrow, the harsh reality he had to grow accustomed to, struck and chipped away at his heart. Even if he patched them up, wounds never healed to be the same as the untouched skin they once were. You were hopeful, nonetheless – you knew in the hardened and distant shell he lived in, somewhere inside was the loving spirit you once knew.

You longed to steal that burden away from him, which is why you found yourself mindlessly breaking through the barrier between the two of you and letting your hand gently rest on his cheek. His eyes widened in surprise, making you jolt and pull your hand away for a moment hovering over his cheek, the pads of your finger ghosting along his smooth skin. Minghao was tense, but he didn’t push you away like you had expected. You took this as a sign to continue, letting your hand caress his face again, tenderly patting his face and stroking the space underneath his eyes with your thumb. What was uncomfortable and unsure, grew comfortable and sure as the seconds passed. Your rhythmic touch lulled him to sleep and you were quick to follow in suit.

When you awoke before him the next morning, you found yours and his limbs in a tangled mess. Your arm was thrown around his neck and his own sitting on your waist. His steady breathing tickled wisps of hair along your forehead. Though you stayed still, he stirred in his sleep, throwing his leg over your shins.

Minghao looked at peace – for real this time.

You didn’t dare to wake him, squeezing your eyes shut and snuggling closer into his chest. Even if it was just for a few more minutes, even if this was a dream, you would allow it – longing to wallow in one another’s comfort a moment more.

Jun

It was unexpected, but welcomed.

Your posture mirrored one another: hands tucked in between your cheeks and pillows, knees curled up into your abdomen, eyes locked on one another. Even your clothes looked similar – mostly because the variation of his gray sweatpants and white t-shirt were Jun’s to begin with. Your breathing was shallow, your lips wobbled between a soft smile and a straight line, unsure if it was okay to feel this elated and comfortable (trying) sleeping next to him. On the contrary, Jun looked calm, the usual kind curve of his lips gracing his face. You wondered if his heart was racing like your own right now.

Neither of you knew how to feel frankly, and the situation leading up to this moment wasn’t intimate in the slightest. The two of you were walking home from dinner when it started to downpour and thunder unexpectedly – neither of you thought to bring an umbrella. With Jun’s apartment being the closest, his plaid button up serving as a makeshift cover, the two of you ran through puddles to take refuge. Jun insisted you stay the night – it was much too late for you to be out on your own, nor did the rain settle down. You were fortunate the both of you made it back before the lightning and thunder.

You could’ve easily taken the fold-out couch like usual when you slept over – that was the original plan. However, when you were shuffling out of his room after saying your ‘good nights,’ his hand had launched out and latched onto your wrist. You had paused in your stride, breath hitching, your fingers curled around the fleece blanket, bunching up the soft material in a tight fist.

“Stay.”

Your body had moved on its own accord, following him back to his bed and climbing under his spring green colored comforter after him.

Your eyes lingered across his face. There was a sliver of the moonlight slipping through the blinds and falling across it, highlighting the tall bridge of his sharp nose. On impulse, you reached up and grazed the back of your knuckle down the slope of his nose. Jun winced back at your sudden touch. His ash blonde bangs fell out of place and tickled the top of his eyes. Your fingers carded through his hair to rid his eyes of the wisps, a girlish chuckle falling from your lips that spread into a grin. The tinkle of your laugh sounded like music to his ears. The way the corners of your lip deepened with the smile made Jun’s heart flutter.

He had seen this grin a hundred times and heard this chuckle a hundred times more over the last four years of your friendship – you were his best friend after all. Yet the smile felt different tonight.

Happiness, but a different kind of happiness.

Timid, but a different kind of timid.

Comforting, but a different kind of comfort.

Even if it meant another sleepless night, watching you under the moonlight, Jun didn’t mind staying by your side like this. His fingers danced across the sheets, searching for your own. With demure, he slipped them into the crevices of your hand. There was a moment of hesitancy as Jun searched your face for any signs that you didn’t want him. However, he was only met with you further intertwining your fingers with his, delivering a reassuring squeeze instead.

It was love, but a different kind of love.

The moment was delicate, but the bond was unbreakable.

Soonyoung

Locked away in his bedroom, the rambunctious cries and giggles of his intoxicated friends echoing down the hallways, the both of you laid, cramped, on his twin-sized bed, giddy and drunk on something else – dare you say it, love. The noise outside the thin and chipped wooden door fell on deaf ears. Tonight, the world was his small bedroom with the yellowing wallpaper peeling from the unreachable corners, outdated wooden desk he got from a garage sale, and his bed underneath you that creaked with every movement – and it was beautiful. He was beautiful. Soonyoung’s arm nestled under your neck, his hand ran up and down your waist, you peered up through your lashes, admiring his own eyes. Even in the dark, the hallway light seeping through the cracks of the door offering little assistance, Soonyoung’s dark brown orbs shone, the white reflecting in the corner winking at you with each blink. It was the innocent awe of a child the first time they visited a candy store: the sweets seemingly within their reach, but internally grasping onto their last ounce of will to be patient before reaching inside the clear plastic case and plopping a piece into their goodies bag.

Words weren’t necessary to express how infatuated the two of you were with one another. The quiet ‘hellos’ and ‘are you tired yet?’ mixed with the intermittent shy giggles were enough. The toothless, slanted smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes as he admired your every feature only grew and grew until they disappeared into slits. Your hands felt warm, resting on his chest, as if you were stoking the flame in his heart.

“I have a question for you?” he asked after several moments of silence.

You hummed softly, tilting up your chin towards him.

“It’s stupid,” he giggled.

“Go on,” you encouraged him nonetheless. You inched closer to him, adjusting your head on his arm.

He grinned, gaze falling from your face to the little space between the two of you. He could make out a small cartoon of Tigger springing into the air hidden underneath your elbow.

“C-can I kiss you?” he asked sheepishly.

You let out a hearty laugh, raising your hands to cup either side of his cheek. Eyes fluttering shut, you closed the little space left between the two of you and pressed your lips tenderly against his own. They were buttery and soft – it felt like he was resting on a cloud.

Your lips left his as fast as they came. Soonyoung counted three seconds before you pulled away. He silently cursed himself for not kissing you back faster and deeper. He always joked with Seokmin and Dokyeom the duration of his kisses was impeccably long – he wanted that to hold true, especially with you.

Immediately, you drew your lips in between your teeth. It was your turn to be shy now – you tried to escape and roll away, but Soonyoung was a tinge faster. His arms snaked around your waist as he spun you back around. You were closer than before, chests flushed against one another. You could make out the scent of mint gum on his breath.

You whined playfully, burying your face into the heels of your palms. Soonyoung chuckled, dipping his head to try and make eye contact with you to no avail.

"Hey," he drew out the single-syllable word. "There's no need to suddenly be shy with me."

You squirmed in his arms, only forcing him to hold you tighter and closer. You felt him gently tug at your hands and without much resistance, you let one fall from your face, one eye peering up at him.

Soonyoung did his best to suppress the growing smile on his lips. "I want to kiss you again – longer than three seconds."

His eyes were hopeful, though if you didn't want to continue, he knew to stop – with you he had to be patient. Just as he was about to voice this, you unveiled the other side of your face and snaked your arm in between his neck and the pillow.

Your lashes fluttered prettily as you shut them, a small breath fell between your pretty lips.

"Okay," you whispered, tilting your face in his direction.

"I'm counting," Soonyoung warned. You could feel his warm breath fanning across your lips just as they touched.

You probably kissed for a good 240 seconds before the both of you ran out of breath.

Soonyoung lost count at twenty seconds.

#seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen headcanons #seventeen performance unit #soonyoung x reader #jun x reader #lee chan x reader #minghao x reader #minghao scenarios #soonyoung scenarios #jun scenarios #dino scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst

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kidsinsaturn · 4 months

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OMG HIII! I'M SO GLAD TO SEE YOU HAVEN'T ABANDONED THIS BLOG. YOU'RE LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVOURITE CREATORS HERE.

I hope that your life has been well so far and sorry for my little outburst of joy.

I'm really looking forward to your new posts but please don't stress yourself about it.

Have a lovely day

boyfriend obito headcanons

[🗼] just because I've been feeling a bit silly about this little guy, and I know I already have hcs of him but,,, it's not enough

and YESS I may have been off for a year but i'll always have that annual Naruto brainrot that lasts like six months lool but thank you lots anon love yaaa

character: obito uchiha

genre: sfw; fluff; nsfw

warnings: gn!reader; established relationship; silly obito; everyone happy au bc uwu; mention of insecurities; slight size kink

-god, obito has been in my mind lately, and how could he not? he is sooo boyfriend material, he created the basic rules for a relationship to work, he is basically the creator of love

-he is just so silly at the beginning of your relationship!! like!! as if kakashi wasn't the reason you two got together because obito couldn't just go and confess to you!! are you nuts?? he'd lose it

-speaking of which, his confession was probably so messed up, but!! he didn't want to, wouldn't allow you to confess because he has that idea that it should be him who brings the relationship to a start

-"may I have the honor of being your boyfriend?" type of guy

-he literally asks everyone for advice and that's probably how you ended up knowing his feelings. obito told everyone and his friends just passed the word until it landed on you

-regardless of that messy start--obito will remember it and feel bad about it until the day he dies--, obito is a great boyfriend, like I said, he is a bit silly and the thing is, he may have idealized relationships too much

-obito may have watched all those stupid cliche movies in secret and thought that's how relationships are supposed to work!!

-would get into a fight for you, write you love letters, plan a secret date. any situation that appears on the kissing booth movies he is so willing to recreate them lol

-obito believes there is no such thing as the "3-month honeymoon phase" LIKE all the time, all the months, all the SECONDS he is with you should be honeymoon phase. only to be reinforced once you two get married

-of course it is beautiful and everything he does makes your stomach flutter with joy-- he is a gentleman ALWAYS, he holds the door for you, steps in first if it's a new place, and goes behind you everywhere

-and ok this is a bit angsty im sorry but this silly dude right here is very insecure okay:( I gotta be real here

-he didn't have a lot of recognition when he was a little boy and that may have messed him up a little. he will always feel like he is not enough for you, and that may cause some arguments sometimes

-he just says that you are too much for him and that he doesn't provide you that much and you're just like obito please go to sleep it's 4am

-and that's the tiring part probably: that he has these random bursts of self-consciousness at the most random times. you two are just eating and talking about some things your friends did, and oh obito just got this tight tug at his chest the second he thinks too much about your or his male friends. or even if he just saved you in a mission or whatever and it takes him like three business days to realize that he could have done a better job at rescuing you

-just be thoughtful with him ok because he seems the kind of guy that goes to sleep thinking about everything you said, nice or rude. overthinking king

-aside from his little insecurities heheh obito is giving you princess treatment like always and duhh if he doesn't do it, he beats himself up. obito has some "traditional ideas" about boyfriend and girlfriend, such as the woman should always receive flowers, never go alone in the street, and always have something of him with her (like a picture hahah silly boy)

-if you're into something like a sport or ballet or just something that's similar to a performance, he will be there at EVERY show or game, he will not miss any of them, and the day he is not there, that's probably because he is dead

-he is there holding the largest and most obvious poster with your face on the middle and the most Tumblr phrase he could think of. he blocks the view from the people in the back but he does NOT care

-if you are into something more private, obito will always be so happy providing your with materials and just his sweet time watching you as the most marvelous creature the gods ever created

-he always has the best intentions for everything. if something goes the wrong way, he is so devastated. say that you have too much work/paperwork/homework lately and he just wants to relieve some stress off your shoulders!! poor baby just made things worse: everything is on the wrong place and just his help wasn't helpful. obito feels stupid and dumb. he ends up cooking you something

-obito has all the love language because mmm his partner should feel loved in all the possible ways. just give him quality time and that's enough for him

-but overall, great boyfriend, he is your number one fan, admires absolutely everything you do and when you're not looking, little hearts form in his eyes when he looks at you, he is just so smitten he might as well just ask you to marry him after three weeks of dating

nsfw ->

-man gets hard just by hugging you

-please do not make fun of his condition okay:( he was just sexually restrained as a teen, and just overall shy about anything that had to do with sexy times

-my own hot take but obito probably stayed virgin by choice. like he was desperately waiting for the one to lose his v-card with because otherwise he feels like he is betraying his true love

-and ohhhh obito has NO idea of the beautiful, marvelous, oozing body he possesses. he is big, strong, tall, thick, and just mmmmm

-the first time you mention somehitng about his physique, he gets all flustered!! if you were in the middle of the act, he would need two minutes to calm down or he will cum by just hearing sweet words

-beautiful dick OBVS, he doesn't know how to use it, lets be reals. if you are his first time, he is so messy. his movements are so asymmetrical and have zero rhythm. after a few times, he learns

-I can only dream about obito's cock PLEASE. large, thick, curved just the right way to make you squirm. just BIG. his dick just springs up every time he takes his pants off and it hits his abdomen in the most sensual way posible. cock possible as large as your head whaaat

-his pre-cum is so bitter!! the first time you tasted it, you made a face. his cum is even sourer. obito feels a bit bad but he understands and doesn't say anything

-you are literally what matters during those sexy moments. he does not allow himself to feel any pleasure before you. it takes you a lot (just kneeling) to give him a head

-please all your sounds should be moans, or whimpers, or small screams of satisfaction, because if he SEES, or hears, or just senses that he may have hurt you, he stops completely and doesn't touch you until you convince him you are fine

-king of aftercare

#obito uchiha #uchiha obito #obito x reader #obito #naruto #obito uchiha x reader #obito headcanons #obito uchiha x you #obito x you

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ay0nha · 4 months

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hello :3

i can't stop thinking about nanami being readers biggest cheerleader but on the down low...imagine that reader is outspoken and always gets introuble and because she's a girl is never taken seriously so she gets into trouble for something big and is now "shadowing" nanami to know how to be a "proper" sorcerer !!!! but nanami is pining for reader and does everything to make her "punishment" bearable...can be smut if you're comfortable! but either way I love your writing and what you can do! hope you read this!!!

uwu thank youxxx

PAIRING: Nanami Kento x f!reader (sorcerer)

WORD COUNT: 3K~

WARNINGS: angst, canon-typical things, mentions of blood, death, injury, etc, innuendos, blink and you'll miss the slight fluff, rushed ending, hope it isn't confusing, etc.

A/N: I ADORE this ask!! I got a little more angsty than I thought with it and @hatsunemitskislobotomy and I have talked LONG about the entire world that could be created around this idea. SO, I think I'm going to make a second part to this (maybe three parts total? we'll see). Thank YOU for your patience. Enjoy.

“Answer the question.”

The brief and concise statement thrown at you mimicked the ones prior. Your reluctance to answer was anticipated; everyone seated before the Jujutsu higher–ups reacted similarly. But the jury surrounding you didn’t have the same empathy for you.

“The answer is obvious, isn’t it?” You were oddly relaxed in the stiff wooden seat. The eyes on you hadn’t made you nervous but instead energized your subtle rage. “Or is our system that dull? Have you truly failed to see who is behind this?”

“Be mindful; your responses have repercussions.” The Jujutsu Commander warned. His position saved you from a scornful vote against your innocence. Yet, those who looked on weren’t too far off. “Were you or were you not responsible for what happened at the Kokuritsu Kokkai Toshokan?”

The framing of your trial was spectacular. All evidence was vindictive, and the story was so perfectly skewed there was no way to worm your way out. Your fate was already sealed.

“You lot ask the wrong questions.” Your laugh was bitter.

“Your admission. Only.” His patience was running thin, his politeness only formality as his tone opposed it entirely.

The truth was a volatile thing. Children were taught that it was essential in life, valued so highly that corrupt justice could manipulate it so finely that you almost believed it yourself.

Lying, therefore, became a habit. It came naturally as if it was second-hand nature.

The twitch of your lip was poisonous. “Guilty.”

The others murmured at your feigned candor. The whispers were silly, as anonymity never existed for those behind the walls. Every face was bared, burned into your memory by resentment.

—

Your wrists itched.

It was as if phantom threads tethered you down. When the knots tightened due to your resistance, you became a marionette for those who put you in your place. You’d move with dexterity as a puppet controlled by those ranked above you.

Your exhaustion created a silly—delusional— image. Your cheeks were rosy with red paint, and your eyes brightened with Pierrot-styled tears. You performed on a stage silently, an alienated observer of the mysteries and shadows of sorcery.

You took on a second life, reciting an alert, troubled, swaying, and deliberately uncertain verse. It didn’t matter if the audience understood; they considered what you said genuine art. Then, when it all ended, the standing ovation wouldn’t bring you joy but the flowers that waited for you.

It wasn’t until the third time your name was called that you acknowledged its source.

“What do you see?” Nanami’s tone was sterile, but you knew he was fighting frustration at your languidity.

The stone walls were icy, and the lack of sunlight within the church nurtured the cold. Nature started reclaiming every pew, and the stained glass became disfigured. Its evidence of abandonment seemed uneventful—normal.

“Graffiti.” Your response was dull.

Effort was a comical notion.

Sorcery required it at times, just as breathing did. The effort now felt good, worth it. The icy air that reached the ends of your lungs stung. Yet, each breath was quieter, the effort only coming in the form of physical mechanics of pushing a warm breath back out that the air around you marked.

Although studied meticulously, its real trait was its vitality. It shifted and molded. Evolved. It made even more concrete things seem like rubber, rejecting electricity with an uncanny ability to mold into shapes unknown. It was the type of thing that could be so exciting to happen just to become something so vague that it no longer held value to it.

You felt childish, undermined really, but you knew Nanami was following orders. Yet, your core frustration came from being in the countryside. The higher-ups slowly pushed you out of the city with each mission you were attached to.

Away from real problems, you were no longer deemed theirs. That distance kept you busy with the unwanted chores of dealing with low-grade curses who were scared of their own shadows.

“No.” Another wrong answer. “Look closer.” Nanami urged you, hands tucked away and nodding ahead. “The carvings are in a pattern. Do you recognize it?”

It was an ancient incantation, one that’s effectiveness lessened by time. Most charms were for protective measures, but the spiraled swirl of lettering was fresh. You traced your fingers across the symbols, feeling their lingering heat, only freshly scorched.

“Cursed user?” Your breath was just shy of being transcribable in the air.

The temperature was dropping by the second. Something dense settled on your skin in warning. The cursed energy came from multiple points, not able to find a convergence point. Instead, its disharmony grated against itself, creating such a pressure its purpose became overt.

In hushed tones, you were careful with your words. “Something is trying to get out.”

“Precisely.” Nanami’s voice echoed lightly, as did his footsteps. “It has been entirely overlooked…” He explained leading you to the heart of the church. “...I’ve been monitoring this place for months—

“So this is where you disappear to?” You bubbled, Nanami unintentionally drawing a smile out of you. Your laughter started to grow gently. “…and here I thought someone—a man like you, of your stature, would have—well, you know.”

“I don’t follow,” Nanami answered absentmindedly. His focus was still set on following the etchings and hoping to find any residuals.

“You value your privacy,” You weighed earnestly. “I don’t blame you for handling your more intimate business away from, well, everything else.”

Nanami paused.

After a few heartbeats of hesitation, he caught onto your implications. There was no reply save for a subtle re-texturing of his breath, the gap between inhalations infinitesimally smaller, the length of his exhalations protracted.

It was nearly imperceptible as Nanami fought to smother it. It may have gone unnoticed, mistaken for concentration. However, to an experienced eye, you watched your words ripple an ever still puddle of emotions.

With a gentle clear of his throat, Nanami quelled your suspicions. “You’re the only other that knows this exists.”

“Not even those old conservatives?” You were impressed by his discretion. “Breaking the rules for me, Kento?”

It was as if you knew how your words tickled Nanami’s sides. They taunted him with childhood memories that made the tips of his ears heat. However, your words cemented that you siphoned your humor through affection.

Nanami remained practical; any endearment had to be taken at face value.

“Our visit is to resolve this before they find out.” He ignored you, reaching for his blunt blade. “Now, stand back.”

Cursed energy fluidly surrounded his stature as he conjured his technique.

With sharpened eyes, you took Nanami’s presence in. The suit he wore was filled well. Even late into the evening, he was always so poised. Professional. It worked silently, exuding from his presence alone. That magnetism couldn’t be credited to sorcery but to how he evolved, becoming pointed and moving without fault.

It channeled well into his movements; the swipe of his blade was swift in finding the wall’s weak point. Everything was so well calculated, Nanami remained standing, untouched by the debris that floated around you.

“Stay close,” He instructed, knowing curses fed off the unanticipated. “Please understand this is for information only.”

Very little light penetrated the swamp of shadows. That gleam revealed etchings of connected hands. They were conjoined by a thin tongue of brilliant flame that wound its way around the hands like a red-hot wire.

You stepped carefully, tracing the path Nanami created for you. He mumbled warnings that always came with the unknown, but his voice slowly warbled into a tune you could barely make out. The walls seemed to pull you in, their dissonance filling your senses.

“It’s warm…” You noted, the oddity furthering your curiosity. Your fingertips burned against the markings. “It’s like the cursed energy is…is it? It’s–It’s moving.”

“It’s growing.” Nanami stated. There was a feeling of regret bubbling behind his words, as if reprimanding himself for thinking aloud. “These confinements can no longer hold it.”

The continued touch burned.

You flinched, drawing your hand to your chest. The walls were upset by the action, groaning with age and anger. It was sharp and tonal, lacking an echo, its mournful cry resonating with despair.

“Do you hear that?” Your question dissipated lamely. Although words were spoken, the sounds around you overlapped. It created a deep and thunderous sense of urgency.

The noise was luring you into a past that never was. This was the moment before a ship could crash onto the rocks. Your arms felt like lead, weighing down with poisonous consequences.

The cursed energy pressed into your abdomen from all directions; the air was pushed from your lungs, your rib cage about to crack; your eyes felt forced back into your head; your eardrums swelled pounding within your skull, and then with a crack like a whip you—

“Are you alright?” Nanami watched you return to yourself. He called for you, but you were lost under the curse’s lure. It wasn’t until he reached for your palm that you sucked in air. “What do you hear?”

You felt a needle of pain in your nose like you were near tears. “It’s—crying.”

The missions on the outskirts were always more condensed. The fresh air was too pure for the deadlier cursed spirits. Their strength had little to latch onto without a dense population to feed on.

This, however, deviated at the core. It was a mistake that relied on the distance to stay hidden. It was an anomaly that should have never been touched. And yet, it found its new prey.

Nanami’s grip on you tightened with regret. “This was a mistake—

“No, wait…” Your brows furrowed as you pulled away. “There’s something in here,” You continued, hands reaching for the inner wall’s deterioration. The walls became silent, unwilling to guide you any further. “We need to exorcise this—

“This was to survey only.” Nanami checked his watch, the hands taunting the idea of overtime. A sinking feeling swirled in his chest. “Exorcising an unknown, most likely, unregistered curse is too unpredictable.”

A quick solution was never appealing when you were capable of unearthing hidden answers. That novelty fed your reputation of being offensively bold. Even now, as you moved through the unknown, you weren’t afraid of the repercussions.

Although you were still present, Nanami watched you flee. Your guard returned stronger, but he didn’t regret his words. Nanami’s eyes were pleading, and you went to chastise him, but you found something distinct there. You didn’t know what to do with it, but to muse a buried thought.

“Why did you bring me here?” The anger you carried felt foreign, rarely, if even, had you directed it towards your counterpart. “Pity? To make me feel better about being benched?”

“You know that’s not—

Years worth of vexation simmered on the surface of your skin. “Save your lecture.”

You weren’t lucky like the others. There wasn’t a defining moment that made you who you were, or something so tragic that its vengeance led to motivation. Your birth was uneventful, your existence logged by a series of numbers and your childhood consisting of mediocre memories.

Even now, the memory of arriving at Jujutsu Tech was muddled with an indifference put upon you. It wasn’t for a lack of enthusiasm, but for the way even there, with its rarity and quaintness, you were ignored so blatantly.

There was never any demureness in how you spoke out. You dissected the obvious flaws of the teachers and higher-ups, but your voice wasn’t considered the way others were. Your presence only became perceived insolence. You hadn’t cared about the threats offered, even when you were removed from the curriculum entirely.

The lack of lineage attached to your name and rare technique led to reprimands even in adulthood. Your presence with Nananmi was one of them.

Although not on an official mission, Nanami’s current company was obligatory. Where he went, you were required to shadow, to learn from your mistakes and behave like that of a true first-grade sorcerer.

After a so-called catastrophe, you were put before the higher-ups. Every grievance was brought forth and judgment determined you were unfit to even advocate for yourself. It was then, those imaginary-thin strings wound around your wrists with permanency.

You pulled at them the further you ignored Nanami’s warnings.

“This is why you brought me…” You reminded him of your punishment. For you, even this, was to keep an eye on you. “...isn’t it?”

With Nanami’s cemented frown, his intentions were further concealed. It didn’t have the capacity to speak of the trip’s impulsivity. It ignored the uncharacteristic apprehension that created knots between Nanami’s shoulder blades; new to the sorcerer celebrated for composure.

It was rash, but the innate desire clear; Nanami wanted to be behind your reprieve.

“There are rules and regulations. ” He swallowed any lingering remorse. “They don’t stop for you.”

He mistook his demeanor for bravery, but his true bravery formed by being across from you. The only barrier seemed to be Nanami’s incorruptible moral code, a space where you couldn’t quite freely exist.

“Nanami Kento, the reluctant hero…” You tutted with tender sarcasm. A hand rested above your heart, the same way the elderly read the headline that exploited your name, “...how kind of you to pity a recluse like me.…”

Your words carried back to Nanami’s core, becoming distant as you furthered into the mess he’d created. The darkness succumbed to your presence, your cursed energy steady as it unknowingly created space for the spirit that lurked.

Nanami’s lips shaped your name, but all you could hear was a mild ringing, a buzz. Your anger dissipated into a murky haze, the harder you blinked the more the argument dissipated. Even if you had held onto it, the lump in your throat wouldn’t allow it to exist.

The longer you lingered with the feeling, your surroundings slowly morphed.

All you could hear was your shaky breaths, and all you could see was a faint familiarity with your surroundings. Even your stumbling steps forward felt practiced.

“Keep up…” A disharmonious voice called for you. It was airy, like a child filled with excitement. “Hurry!”

The environment was damp, still reflecting the country’s dreariness. It was a good hiding place to play, to sneak, and for you to abuse. But the fog in your mind started to swirl. The colors became deeper, more like shadows that soon transformed into familiar figures.

The curse’s magnetism was a warning you ignored, causing your pupils to blow large at the burden before you.

The scene was explicit—nothing could be saved from the carnage.

There was no use in prayers. The gore set the air with dust that could never settle; a blood-warm heat had set into your marrow, never to be forgotten; it had been dragged to your doorstep like a cat bringing in fowl.

You recognized your own body from the anguish in your shoulders. Hunched over Nanami’s body as you held him tightly, that lump formed in your throat again.

The fabricated illusion scratched at subconscious emotions and controlled your movements. Your sentimentality was your weakness. Even your stubbornness couldn’t block the overwhelming flood of anxieties and longing.

You watched yourself stuck in a loop, hand rhythmically gliding across the fabric of his shirt in hopes of softening it. To revive something that was determined to remain still. Its structure was that of a fever dream, its kaleidoscope quality provoking you to interpret it.

“Nanami?” You couldn’t tell which version of you spoke. Regardless, his name was like torture. “Nanami—please.”

Your defenses damped, your cursed energy draining the further you succumbed to the hallucination.

“You can’t leave me—” The wails you let out grated against your skin, unrecognizable as your own. “I can’t do—please, Nanami!”

There was a disillusioned passion you felt. It grounded you within the false reality. Even if your mind wasn’t your own, your body moved with muscle memory. Your cursed energy crawled from your core to your fingertips, using the little amounts to start your technique.

The blue energy extended like nails. You stalked forward until they met your second-self’s back, piercing through your back until you could feel the breeze on the other side.

The puncture flashed an image, revealing the truth of your damage.

The spell you were under broke. The veil no longer misguided you.

“Nanami—” You cursed his name as he grunted in pain. Your hand was warm with his blood. “Fuck. Fuck—” The words tumbled from your quivering lip. You couldn’t think of anything else, repeating the curse. “I’m so sorry—I—

Guilt crawled up your throat when you recognized his hold on your wrist. Nanami’s grip was the only thing keeping your strike from being lethal. Your mouth was dry, shallow breaths passing your lips with a bargaining plea.

“No, no, no—” Your vocabulary became limited the further you panicked. “Nanami—

Nanami’s breath struggled, but there was determination on his brow. The copper taste took over his tongue, any warning could never make it out in time.

Your body froze, more aware of your surroundings than your mind. It happened too quickly to realize the position you put yourself in; in a flash, you pushed Nanami to endure the hit from the curse that had forced your hand.

The moment your head snapped back against the stone wall, everything went black.

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susartwork · 3 months

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Underwizard alternative timelines:

Like 90% of these are angst timelines and the other 10% are self indulgent ones, sorry not sorry

Pacifist (the original one)

Future (the original but post barrier)

Genocide

Neutrals I don't think we need a list of all of them, do we?

UWU Infection Never add a U to UW. This is a post barrier timeline where a UwU virus spreads terrorizing Ebott's Town. Frisk, as the monster's ambassador, will have a lot of work to do to ensure everyone's safety from the cute virus.

REDress Previously known as the "Amalgamate" timeline, now it was completely rewritten. The families of the amalgamates took revenge on Sans and Alphys, injecting them too with Determination, melting them into amalgams as well...

War Rewind Flowey and Sans mess with the resets, mistakenly send themselves back to the time of the war between humans and monsters. Flowey dies, but Sans, adopting baby Chara to save them from their fate, allows Asriel to survive in the future and become king. Now all humans who fall underground will be treated as friends. This timeline was fairly inspired by Timetale! And also by my chats with @ask-dcf :3

Hopeless Timeline Flowey grows bored, and decides to torture Sans with Save Files and Resets to see how far that would go.

Underground's Insanity Previously known as the "Hopeless Queen Alphys Timeline" (the name was too long). The genocide version of the Hopeless Timeline. It begins as a Queen Alphys neutral ending, to then take a Horrortale-like turn, with some angsty Salphys who has to face Frisk, the strongest hunter wizard to ever exist.

Stockholm Syndrome Another Hopeless timeline, but where Flowey is able to turn Sans by his side after years of torture.

The Roleplayed Timeline This isn't an actual timeline, it's just how I tag everything connected to my RPs as Hopeless UW!Sans. (See more on Underwizard MASTERPOST).

Playbackwizard Playbacktale x Underwizard Too spoilery to UW's story talk about it now 👀

Helioswizard Heliostale x Underwizard

Playerwizard Self insert Underplayer x Underwizard

Something Magical Something New (Killer!Sans) x Underwizard

GasterBlaster UW!Sans (planned redesign) BOTWOT x Underwizard

Fresh UW!Sans Fresh possessing UW!Sans

"What if...? OC" My UTMV OCs swap backstory with the UW crew. Basic - UW!Sans | Alphysis - UW!Alphys | Clone - UW!Frisk | etc.

° FANMADE ALTERNATIVE TIMELINES ♡ °

Disbelief UW!Papyrus Disbelief Papyrus x Underwizard

Horrorwizard Horrortale x Underwizard

Axewizard Axetale x Underwizard

Dustwizard Dusttale x Underwizard

All of these above were made by @alittlegreenghost!

Underwizard alternative versions:

Wizardfell Underwizard x Underfell (planned redesign)

Wizardswap Underwizard x Underswap Deleted because the swaps make no sense

Overbeast All the events of Underwizard but reversed...? Hunter wizards -> beasts

UnderWoZArD The crappy version of Underẁ̶̙i̴͈̚z̸̼̾-̴̢̄-̷̨͗ ̶̹̂A̴̺͂L̵̥̽L̶̗͆ ̸̛̟H̶̝͛Ä̶͔Ḭ̷͗Ļ̸͝ ̵̛͈W̴̭̚O̴̺̍Z̷̺͝ ̷͕̊T̷̋͜Ḧ̵̨́Ẻ̷̠ ̶͉͑E̸͎͛M̸̮̕P̷͈̍Ḙ̷̎R̵̲̆Ŏ̴̯R̴͇̆

Inversowizard/Wizardinverso Inversotale x Underwizard

Tartaroswizard/Wizardtartaros Tartarostale x Underwizard

Wizardchess Underwizard x Chesstale Frisk and Flowey are stuck in a endless chess battle to decide the fate of the underground.

Zombieverse A mix of many AUs characters, such as Underwizard, living in a zombie apocalypse

Fluffywizard Fluffytale x Underwizard

A L I V E x Underwizard Idk what to call it. It's basically the UW crew but with the backstory of the ALIVE crew. Sorta. ALIVE's story is difficult to apply to UW.

Wizardnovela Underwizard x Undernovela (Pls respect the original creator)

° FANMADE ALTERNATIVE VERSIONS ♡ °

Planet Flash - by @yanair25 Fusion of a series whose name I forgot (sorry) and many other AUs, such as Underwizard

Hopeless UW!Sans x LN (Bucket) - @axmoth Hopeless in Little Nightmares

UW!Aine x LN (Breach) - @parniathedevil Aine in Little Nightmares

XWizard - by @parniathedevil Xtale x Underwizard

#undertale #undertale au #underwizard #uw alternative version #uw alternative timeline #masterpost #Dwoo know I didn't forget about Wizardpants WHEEZE #Genius little ghost #Hell this took me weeks to write I swear.#Wait everyone can see how I named my jpg files #They're so random lmao

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winter-sol · 1 year

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still with you

word count: 1,5k pairing: GN! reader / Leviathan contents: GN reader, SFW. angst and loneliness.

After MC time travels in Nightbringer, they find themselves longing for their loved one's presence and affection. But in the past, things are different, and their relationship with Leviathan is not the same.

Short angsty one-shot. uwu. also at ao3 here ♥

For some reason, the walls of the corridor seem endless today. Your pace is slow, you’re not in a hurry since his invitation pointed at you to come exactly at 10:20 pm. You were ready to end your day and rest at Cocytus Hall, but apparently this new DLC for a game of his promised to be really good and he wanted to try it with a second player because “It’s not like I’m asking you to play with me, ok? I only need a partner. Though, not that kind of partner!”.

That was slightly nostalgic, but also oddly… disheartening. For him to be so ambiguous and nervous again.

That’s the way things are right now. May as well do something about it and not just keep him at arm length. You could never, not when you miss him so much, even if you see him every day.

…

“Hey! Another victory for me, LOL, you suck at this game, MC.”

“I- Ah! It’s not fair, you’ve played this one much more than I have!”

“Nope. No excuses, hehehe.”

Yes, you lost again, but not that you really care. You barely know this game, and to be honest, it’s not becoming one of your favorites. Leviathan is a pro at basically every game he lays a finger on, statistically speaking, yes, you were going to lose.

But to think you’d be able to play this game one day… In the present, as he told you once, it had been discontinued for a couple hundred years.

It’s hard to believe, but that’s the reality you had to accept.

The screen is passing some cutscenes recapitulating the fight both of your characters went through, the loud music turning into background noise as your attention has gone to the aquarium. It lacks a certain member. But so do many things in this room, in this house.

Most of them look the same, though. Turns out that the House of Lamentation and every room have looked the way you remember them since the beginning, with small adaptations of course. But you can’t decide if it’s better or worse, to see it all look the same but for everything to be that different.

“…in there… that kick… was not…”

…

Even that voice. It’s the same tone, the same color. It’s as soothing and pretty as ever. But it’s not his voice. It’s not… your Levi.

“… even there?... MC…”

Of course he is, and you know you’ll fall in love with him again (if you aren’t already), and with enough luck he may fall in love with you too. But it’s not the same…

Right?

“MC?”

Shit.

What.

“What? Ahh… Sorry, I got distracted. You were saying?”

“Oh. Don’t worry” A short pause, and he adds in a fast speech. “I’m not boring you, right?”

Ah…

Ah.

You haven’t heard that one in a while, since before you two were a thing. In the present, that is.

“No, of course not. Sorry, I’ve been kinda spaced out today.”

“Oh, s-sure! Uhmmm…” Another moment of silence, a bit more tense. “I’ll go grab some drinks! I think we finished the last can of soda. Uhm, I’ll be right back, stay here!”

“Ok.”

Clearly uncomfortable, Leviathan stands and hurriedly leaves his room, leaving you there to wait for him.

Even this awkwardness… It’s been so long since Levi felt that way with you. You two had come a long way, from the demon who tried to kill you for losing a stupid quiz, to your friend, to your best friend, and to your lover.

And now, it’s like everything simply was taken away from you. And you can’t do anything about it, not for now. You can’t even confide in him; share the pain you’re going through like you used to with all your concerns and burdens in the present.

You can’t snuggle with him in his bathtub, closed space making you stay too close to each other while one of you rants about their day, about the council, the exams, the other brothers, about anything and everything.

You can’t hide beneath the covers of your bed when it’s too cold and text him to come with you, to spend the night with you so he can warm you up. To fall asleep in his arms, with the dim lights of the tree and the heat emanating from his body lulling you into your dreams. Such a simple act, to cherish his company just because you can, just because you want to.

But now, you can only look at the bathtub you forced him to accommodate for you in the present, unable to even think about stepping a foot in it.

You can only look at the similar lights you’ve placed in your new room every night, looking for a sense of familiarity, before you cry yourself to sleep.

…

Suddenly overwhelmed, you close your eyes.

A strange wave of sadness makes its way into your brain and your heart.

Can you even take this? Deal with this for who knows how long?

How is he even doing in the present? Does he somehow know you’re in here? Or is he worried, anxious and depressed at your disappearance?

He always worries a bit too much, let his thoughts go to the darkest places, expecting the worst. If only there was a way to send him a message, to let him know you’re ok, that you’re right here by his side, even if it’s not the same, even if his past self has no idea who you actually are.

It’s such a lonely concept, to be in the same place as your loved ones, but for them to be unable to see you. You love all of them, in different ways, but you do. You long for those days where everything was lively and chaotic, and they were your family, and you were theirs.

You open your eyes before you let your thoughts consume you.

Right now, there’s nothing you can do but stay right there for them, right there where they need you, and hope you can be a positive presence for them again. For now, you can only confide in Solomon, and that gives some peace to your heart.

But still, if only…

As if on cue, Leviathan enters the room carrying a bunch of cans in his arms.

“Hey! I’m back. Oh? That’s still on the screen?” He points out at the same sequence repeating, clearly indicating you hadn’t touched the game since he left.

“Ah, yeah, well, since I don’t know the game at all, I didn’t want to press anything and mess it up.” You tell him that instead of saying something like ‘I’m so sad I forgot it was even there in the first place.’ He doesn’t need to know.

“Right. Don’t worry, I’ll press it. Here. Also, I brought these ones, do you like that flavor? I heard it’s popular in here.”

You honestly have no idea what flavor of soda that is, as it doesn’t exist anymore in the present. But you can’t tell the truth since you’re supposed to be a native demon.

“It’s ok, but I prefer that other one”.

“Sure! Take it!”

He seems fine now, not uncomfortable anymore so you hide your true feelings at the back of your heart and end up playing again with him.

You guess you can’t really complain, you’re right here by your beloved demon’s side, enjoying your time together. Hopefully, Leviathan will remember a that certain someone used to spend time with him in the past, and that he was never truly alone during such hard times.

You look at his face and you can notice how bright he looks. He’s enjoying his game, laughing, making jokes, trying to sound cocky but ending up teaching you a few tricks. This scene where both of you are sitting right here, in this place, it’s so familiar. It’s nice. He’s happy with you.

He’s still the same, so you shouldn’t be sad, right?

…

“That was so cool, you got really good at this, you know?”

“Meh, I guess it’s thanks to you. You gave me all those tips. Also, who wouldn’t get better with such a handsome and cool Player 1, right?”

“MC, shut up! Hahaha.”

He laughs and tries to hide his blushed expression at the flirty comment you just threw at him. After he notices you smiling as well, he circles his arms even tighter around you, pressing his head on your shoulder, and gives you a tender kiss on your cheek.

“MC… Don’t ever leave me, ok?”

That was slightly unexpected, but you notice a sweet warmth enveloping you at his honest words.

“Idiot. I’m not going anywhere. In fact, you’ll end up looking for ways to get rid of me.”

“-! No, don’t say that! I would never!”

You only smiled and kissed his lips, reassuring him you won’t leave, not if you can help it.

That was a conversation you two had one lazy afternoon, in the same place you are right now.

But he was behind you, holding you tight against his chest while you played some stupid game together. You were loved by him, not trying to get his trust and friendship all over again.

Turns out you didn’t keep your word. You weren't powerful enough.

What a joke of a sorcerer.

likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! ♥ also, if you want to talk and share your ideas feel free to hit the ask button ;)

thanks for reading ♥

#obey me leviathan #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me sfw #obey me angst #obey me x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me fic #leviathan x reader #leviathan x gender neutral reader #leviathan x mc #obey me nightbringer #Winter writes

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autistic-katara · 1 year

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stuff i wanna see in TSATS

its just less than 2 months until TSATS comes out and my pjo phase is coming back HARD so heres some stuff i wanna see (idc how popular or unpopular these r)

Solangelo kiss (seriously like all the other good canon couples had one)

explicit use of queer terms (i havent rlly seen anyone talk abt this but as much as i love queer characters just existing u have no idea how happy it makes me to see media, especially kids media, explicitly say the words gay, bisexual, transgender, lesbian, etc.)

Hunters of Artemis cameo

piggybacking off that, Nico’s reaction to Reyna being a hunter (ive wanted to see this since 2019 PLEASE i gotta know how he feels abt this considering yk his past w/ them)

confirmation on whether Will’s gay or bi/mspec (or just simply queer, no specific labels necessary)

a trans/nonbinary character (specifically transmasc)

a Piper cameo

during her cameo Piper explicitly saying her sexuality (which is lesbian, if u think otherwise ur wrong/hj)

Hazel cameo

more Lavinia content (idc how i just need more of my chaotic Jewish ADHD pink-haired Russian lesbian, ok?)

GAY ANGST

MORE GAY ANGST

SO MUCH GAY ANGST ITLL MAKE MY AO3 HISTORY LOOK LIKE A HAPPY HETEROSEXUAL PURE BIBLE CLUB FOR TODDLERS

canonically autistic Nico

that Lil Nas X reference we were promised

Nico making more trauma jokes (he just like me fr)

the multiple coming out scenes i heard were allegedly promised

Hades and/or Apollo cameo

Hestia cameo

Jason’s ghost cameo

dead Apollo kids cameo

explicit discussion of Nico’s religious trauma

explicit discussion of just Will’s trauma in general (seriously we all kinda ignore that our “sunshiney golden retriever uwu gay boi 😊🌸✨☀️” actually has some super serious trauma)

both of them coping badly with all this and being worried abt eachother (aka gay angst but more specific)

Maria di Angelo content

Persephone cameo w/ her either still lowkey hating Nico and being passive aggressive asf to him or having had him grow on her in the past few years and is now turning the overprotective mom mode to the max

just some cute, non-angsty moments between Nico nd Will cause goddam we need some queer joy rn ;-;

so much hurt/comfort u physically cant continue living anymore (going both ways not just Will comforting Nico)

a MCGA cameo

Fierrochase and Solangelo meeting and having the same funny interactions they have in the memes (but with the canon versions of them)

discussions of stuff like homophobia and internalized homophobia and mental illness

a relatively happy ending (but not a “2 months later and the world is perfect and neither of them had felt anything close to depression or anything since the ending and if for some reason addiction was a part of this we would we talking abt how they were magically 2 months clean and it would be physically impossible for the thought of relapse to even cross their mind” kinda happy ending cause i hate those kinda endings w/ a burning passion)

setup for another side book (preferably a Piper or Reyna one)

thats all i can think of rn off the top of my head but feel free to comment on any of these or add ur ideas cause 2 months feels like an eternity long wait + hearing other opinions is fun when we arent all in a heated argument over smthn stupid

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tatiejosie · 2 months

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Hey I wrote a fanfiction for Valentine's day - I wanted to explore the subject of Bella and Mandrake's status as a supposedly married couple.

I think I'll end up making a separate post to explain the process behind the fic, along with little tidbits and concept art, mostly because I've injected a lot of little details to the book/movie's inexistant lore and I think it'd be interesting to develop those!

In the meantime, have an angsty illustration - I promise though, it does get better. But first it has to get worse. uwu (threat)

#earwig and the witch #bella yaga #mandrake #ghibli #valentine's day #happy valentine's day #btw another chapter is on its way. its just a small addition that will allow yall to have a glimpse of the new rings

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thewonandonly · 2 years

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rapunzel's tear — p.sh.

pairing ;; park seonghwa (ATEEZ) x afab!reader

genre ;; fluff uwu, smut ;), angst >:(

word count ;; 3,330 words

request ;; “so uh... request??? seonghwa not being aware that you're a virgin and thinks you want it rough so he gets rough and dominant when doing the dirty and he thinks that your tears is from being sensitive and not because it hurt at the start. annndddd y/n doesnt tell him until AFTER that it was her first time and seonghwa feels so guilty,,, like he kinda messed up?? just a lil angsty”

author's note ;; this is why it’s always important to have a safe word babies! stay safe when getting involved in sexual intercourse! and i always add baby goth seonghwa in the story because i loved his predebut pictures.

warnings ;; strong language, dom!seonghwa, sub!reader, virginity loss, dirty talk

It’s only been 4 months since both you and Seonghwa have agreed to date each other and label the pairing officially as “boyfriend and girlfriend”. There hasn’t been anything too exciting that happened except for your first kiss in the second month, and a few make out sessions pinpointed here and there. But, before they could get anywhere further, they were always either; A) interrupted by one of the other members, B) lose track of time and have to leave, or C) in public. But, the idea of going further kind of scared you. Previous relationships of yours were always short lived, and nothing too serious, and the idea of sex never came up.

Seonghwa and you had been familiar with each other since you were both in school, and you remember his constant attitude, and his all black outfits, despite the school’s rules. Everyone but his friends were afraid to speak to him. Obviously, except you. Judging someone by their appearance wasn’t the first thing you had done when meeting someone new. Although he’d stumble around with a straight face and furrowed brows, he was actually a gentle soul. He smiled when you smiled, he laughed when you laughed. Reciprocating emotions was one of his many skills.

Seeing him now with his blonde colored hair and his bright clothing, it was a complete 180 degree turn from what you remember. Somedays, you’d get freaked out remembering his attitude now verse his attitude in school. You couldn’t choose your favorite; The cold, gothic vampire boy who only had eyes for you, or the superstar idol performer who you had to share with the world.

It was 3:30 in the morning. Yes, an odd time considering that you had work tomorrow. But, you couldn’t help it. Something inside you burned, around your abdomen. It felt like a tense feeling, almost a knot, and it put your entire body in pain. It felt awful, and you even considered going to the hospital because of how much it hurt. But, before that, before you got any bad news there, you grabbed your cell phone, and called Seonghwa, who picked up right away, which made you a little unsettled.

Pulling a face, you mumbled, “Oh…” His chuckle came out from the other end, “Well, since you’re up, I was going to ask you something, but, it’s late. I don’t want to bug you if you were just about to go to bed.”

“Ask me.”

“No, it’s-”

“Ask me.” Seonghwa said, his voice demanding.

Sighing, you shifted a little bit from side to side, as a hope to ease the uncomfortable pain, but it only made it worse and you emitted a groan, “I was going to ask if you could come over and watch a movie with me or whatever. I could really use it.”

Another chuckle, “Is something the matter?”

“Uh, yea. I woke up and my abdomen and entire body ached. I feel like I’m on fire and I just want to relax.”

“So,” Seonghwa began, “You want me to come over and massage you?”

“You know me too well, Seonghwa.”

“I’ll be over in 10.” The smile in Seonghwa’s voice was noticeable, but could’ve easily be missed, “Until I get there, try eating something, and if it doesn’t work, try using the restroom. Just wait for me in the living room.” You could tell he was moving around and picking things up, as his voice was a bit unsteady.

“Yes, sir!” You agreed.

After he hung up, you tiptoed your way to the kitchen, grabbing a simple piece of bread, before you decided against it. Eating without a diagnosis for the pain seemed like an awful idea. What if eating something was to make it worse? There were some health issues that don’t let you eat… What if you had that? A self-diagnosis wouldn’t help. Actually, it’d probably make it worse, having WebMD tell you that your abdomen tightening was because of the big C word, or some other incurable health issue. Or, what if an eradicated disease somehow came back and infected you? There were so many things that could go wrong with a self diagnosis, and you just wanted to see a doctor to get a correct one. You tried using the restroom, but that didn’t help either. You immediately assumed nothing would release this awful ache you had.

Maybe you just slept wrong, or you’ve had too much stress placed on you. All the possibilities were rushing to you as you waited on the couch, laying there like a limp fish, with your neck over the back of the couch and your hands laying palm up on your thighs. When the door opened, you didn’t flinch, and instead cried out. “Seonghwa…” Elongating the syllable at the end of his name, you pretended to cry.

“I’m coming.” He cooed, kicking off his shoes, “Tell me what’s wrong.” He stood over you, leaning down to kiss your lips, “You said your entire body hurt. Did anything help?”

Shaking your head, you frowned, “Sit with me.”

Seonghwa smiled, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips. Walking around the couch, he sat beside you, “I brought some lavender pain relief packs, do you want to try those?”

“No, I just want you to hold me.” You fell onto his shoulder, “And massage my back.”

Seonghwa couldn’t help but smile. He could swear you weren’t this cute in school. Pulling your sore body between his legs, your back against his chest, he slowly began to rub your shoulders, “Anything for you, Princess.”

His touch was gentle, not wanting to hurt you any more than you were already hurt. He’d knead his knuckles into your shoulder, gently rubbing the spot with the heel of his palm after. The tv wasn’t on, there wasn’t any music playing in the background. It was just simply the two of you together, Seonghwa, running his hands over your back to relax your tense muscles, You, letting out groans from the back of your throat as the muscles loosened their tight knots. It was everything you wanted and more. Seonghwa’s hands running over your skin, leaving flames in it’s wake, holding you in his arms.

Wait, why are you suddenly thinking about that? Sure, Seonghwa has touched you before, but, you’ve never equated the touch to flames. Nor would you want-

“You feel it too?” Seonghwa asked simply, as if you understood what he was saying.

“Huh?”

“You feel that tension too, in your arm right here?”

Oh thank god, You sighed, rubbing your head. “Oh, yea, I do.” You weren’t sure what you would do if he was mentioning the sexual tension between the two of you. “Seonghwa,” You moaned at the light massaging he did to your arm.

And it was no joke that Seonghwa enjoyed it. He wanted to hear it over and over again. Even if it was through something as simple as this, as simple as just touching you in the most innocent way he believed possible. The blood that began to rush through his body to the tip of his cock ran hot, wanting any way to release itself from the confinement. And as an act of pure lust, Seonghwa pulled your body into arms, his chest flush against your back.

The connection caused you to go red in the face. Anyone would know that what you felt on your lower back, was not the normal density of a dick. Well, not normal when they weren’t aroused. “Seonghwa, what are you doing?” You needed to play innocent. You didn’t want to embarrass him.

“Wanna hold you… Haven’t got to all day.”

Seonghwa often got like this, and when he got like this, sweet pecks turn into spicy make out sessions. Not that you hated them, but-

Your thoughts stop at the feeling of Seonghwa picking you up bridal style, into his lap – a common position for you two – and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “You’re so pretty,” Seonghwa whispered, leaning forward to gave a gentle kiss. A gentle kiss that signaled the need he desperately needed to handle. “Y/N, you’re the prettiest beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life.” He bumped his forehead against yours, “I… I love you.”

The confession had you stunned. Of course, as friends, you two said you had loved each other as a tearful goodbye before seeing each other the next day, but… this one felt so much more different. And you couldn’t help but agree with his statement. “I love you…” You whispered, breath ghosting against his lips.

Seonghwa shifted, moving you so you laid on the couch, “Do you think… we can…” He cut himself off, “How… How do I phrase this without sounding like a freak?” Seonghwa hovered over you, his arms on either side of your head before he backed away, “Nevermind. Let’s just lay down.”

All hopes of keeping your virginity for even another night went out the window. Your hopes of wearing white any longer with a nice glow was gone. As if by reading his mind, you smiled, pulling him closer again “Yes, Seonghwa, I want to.”

“What?”

“I want to… do it.” The entire phrase felt foreign to your tongue, causing you to giggle, “That sounds weird.”

Seonghwa shook his head, “No, no. It sounds perfect when you say it.” His cheeks were dusted a sweet cherry red and he smiled his perfect smile. “I can’t wait to make you mine.” He leaned forward again, pressing his swollen lips to your own, slowly sliding his hand up your shirt to run his thumb over your hip. “You’re so prefect for me…” Seonghwa mumbled against your lips, “I bet you fit around my cock so well.”

The lewd words spilling from his lips made you shiver, “Seonghwa…” You sighed.

Seonghwa’s hand trailed further up your chest, pulling the shirt under your chin, “You’re so perfect. God, I can’t stop thinking about it.” His thumb ran over a hardening bud that caused an electric shock to roll down your spine, rubbing his other hand against your hip. “Are you wet, baby?”

Taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you nod, your hips ever so gently bucking into his hand. This feeling was completely foreign to you, and although it was a whole new boundary of your life, it excites you. It excites you to think about the new world Seonghwa and you both would be exploring together.

Pulling his wallet from his pocket, he plucked a condom from a card holder before throwing it onto the living room table beside you.

“Did you plan this?” You teased.

Seonghwa smiled, “For quite some time, actually.” He played along, ripping the package open before moving his hands to his sweatpants. “But, the time has just never been right.”

"And by that, you mean...?"

"I mean, Wooyoung bursting down the door saying that he nearly lit the kitchen on fire." Seonghwa chuckled, rolling the condom over his cock.

You blushed slightly, feeling embarrassed all of the sudden, "Oh, yeah... Dark day that was."

Seonghwa chuckled, "But enough about the boys," he whispered, "Let's try to find a cure for this predicament you have, baby." His hand leading down to your pajama bottoms and skillfully found your clit.

Softly, you moaned, your hands flying up to his hair.

Sure, you've had some experience with masturbating, and sure, you've had some close calls with Seonghwa, but it was almost always over clothes, and to feel his nimble fingers flicking at your clit, you could feel the heat start to cover your body, almost increasing the tension in the room.

Seonghwa kissed at your neck, looking at the blush covering your face as he continued to rub your clit, before snowy dipping his fingers in your hole, groaning, "Fuck, baby, you're so wet." He whispered in a deeper tone, his voice getting raspy, "You're so loose, baby. Were you preparing yourself just for me?"

You whined at the feeling of his fingers in you; scissoring his fingers, brushing against your spot, and rubbing. You felt everything tenfold. And you didn't want it to stop.

Seonghwa began to pull your bottoms off, using his opposite hand to push them off your legs, "Are you ready, baby?"

You let out a lewd moan, before nodding your head, "Y-Yes..." You said below a whisper, your hands never leaving his hair.

Seonghwa lifted you up just a bit, before removing his fingers and slowly sliding his covered cock in replacement.

You felt yourself stretch over the girth, letting out a grunt of pain, your hand reaching down to grab his own.

"It's okay, baby, I'll go slow." He whispered, slowly pushing inside you. Seonghwa released a groan, "Fuck, so warm." He spoke into your ear, "Can I move?"

You felt the tears coupling at your eyes, nodding gently, your grip on his hand growing tighter as he began to thrust into you.

Seonghwa's pace started slow, before it quickened, his hand pressing down on your stomach, feeling himself inside you, "Feel that, baby? That's me." He moaned, "God, you feel so good, baby. I could do this all day."

As his thrusts grew faster, you felt your heart beat in your eyes, ears, in your head. The feeling was euphoric, but... painful? If you learned anything from your health class, it was that the first time can be painful, because it's new and stuff doesn't "naturally" go in, but it comes out, but you felt your legs shaking from it.

You could feel him inside you, and it felt weird to you. It wasn't something you were used to.

Seonghwa paused for a second before he leaned you forward, putting you into a doggy-style position, before he gripped your hips and began to pound into you.

"God... f-fuck..." He groaned, "You're such a good girl, taking all of me like it's nothing."

There were tears falling down your cheeks, and you covered your mouth to hide the whimpers that escaped your lips. There was so much pain from this action that you could feel your abdomen beginning to twist, causing the pain to be a lot more than it might've been if you were experienced.

Seonghwa watched you, grabbing your arms and pulling them behind your back, "Let me hear you, princess." He growled, "Wanna hear everything..."

"H-Hwa..." You whimpered, your entire body tightening.

Seonghwa chuckled with a sinister smile, "Feel good, princess? You like when I fuck you?" He bit his lip, "Fuck, I'm already so close. I've been thinking about fucking you for so long." He slapped your backside, "How pretty you'd look begging me to go harder, how beautiful you'd look." He groaned, "Shit..."

You bit the cushion to the couch, the tears staining the fabric.

Seonghwa groaned, gripping your hips, "Come for me, baby." He leaned his chest against your back.

Seonghwa reached his climax, feeling how close the two of you were, grunting as he paused to finish inside the condom and hold you against him.

And once he did, he held you close to him again, his arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you back so you leaned against him.

You sniffled, wiping your cheeks with your hand and began to pant heavily, your nose stuffy.

Seonghwa moved your hair from your face, wiping your cheeks, "Are you okay, baby? Too much?"

You nodded, gasping for air.

Seonghwa cooed softly, "Here, wait a moment." He pulled his cock from your hole, and it ached in pain as you sit there, sighing as you tried to catch a grip.

You just had an intimate moment with your boyfriend and all you could think about was how much pain you were in. Seonghwa pulled the condom off, tying it tightly, and discarded it on his sweatpants as a reminder to throw it out.

Seonghwa lifted you into his arms, and brought you to the bathroom to clean you up.

You wouldn't describe it as bad, per se. You just wished you wouldn't have gotten caught up with yourself and agreed to do it when you were already in pain from this unknown reason.

"Here, baby, use the restroom. You don't wanna get a UTI," he rubbed your head, kissing your forehead softly, "I'll run a bath and then we can watch a movie, okay?"

You sniffed again, nodding, and grabbing a piece of toilet paper to wipe your eyes and blow your nose.

Seonghwa squatted beside you, rubbing your head, "What's wrong, baby?" He asked softly, noticing you were crying a lot more than he expected, "Was it too much?"

You sniffed again, "It... it was a little much for my first time." You whispered, catching your breath in your throat, "And... my abdomen felt like it was on fire." You rubbed your stomach, "But, it wasn't bad, feeling wise."

Seonghwa's eyes widened, "Wait, your first time?"

"Y-yeah..." You nodded, "I thought you knew I'm a virgin... or well, was..."

Seonghwa immediately getting embarrassed covered himself with his shirt, "Wait, that was your first time? Ever?"

"Yes." You chuckled, "I mean, I've had experience with a vibrator, but I never put it in... inside me." You hiccuped.

Using a free hand, Seonghwa pushed his sweat laced hair back, "If I knew it was your first time, I wouldn't have went so rough." He sighed, "I thought you had some experience."

You shook your head, "What's wrong?"

Seonghwa shook his head, "I just wish I knew." He shrugged, "If I had known that it was your first time, ever, I would've went slower, more sensual." He looked to you, "Is that why you were crying?"

"Not because I lost my virginity, no." You whispered, "I'm crying because it hurt." You laughed.

Seonghwa felt wracked with guilt, running his hand in the water that filled the bathtub. He felt like he just ruined your first time experiencing sex as an entirety. He felt like what he did just ruined your perception of sex as a whole.

"Hey, Hwa." You called to him, flushing and washing your hands, "I'm not angry at you. I probably should've said something, but I didn't." You sat on the bathroom floor beside his leg, "Because I wanted to experience it with you." You kissed his kneecap.

Seonghwa almost couldn't look at you, he didn't wanna see the puffy, red eyes that he caused.

"It was my own fault for not saying anything and letting it continue." You whispered, "And, it was also letting my fault for letting myself getting ahead myself. I should've put a hold on it so I wasn't in pain."

Seonghwa looked at you, kissing your head, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." You chuckled, "It wasn't your fault."

Seonghwa pulled you closer to him, hugging you and kissing you again, "After this, we're definitely gonna have to come up with a safe word."

You laughed, "But, until then, I'll definitely take you up on that bath and movie."

Seonghwa smiled, "It's all ready." He nodded to the bath.

You chuckled, climbing in after taking off your top.

Seonghwa laughed, doing the same and following you in.

After the bath, you both watched a movie and cuddled up until Seonghwa had to leave the next morning and go to work.

You went to the doctor and found out that your abdomen was in pain from just a little indigestion, which you were happy wasn't fatal.

You'd definitely have to take Seonghwa up on his offer for another round, once the pain subsides in the next day or two.

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boywifesammy · 4 months

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little game inspired by a year wrap up post by @preseriesdean :) saw posts from @lovetransaction & @imnot-evenhere so here’s mine <3

Rules: list your top 5 creations you made for this year. Creations can include any type of fic, any type of art, webweaves/comparatives, meta/headcanon posts, gifsets/edits, fanvids, playlists - anything that contributed to the fandom. These don't have to be your most popular - just the ones you love best.

kitchen fork samifer fanvid - my first amv type edit! i haven’t edited in a longgg long time but this idea just took me by the throat and screamed to be realized. hell trauma arc is my fav sam plotline hands down and i loveee love love the implications & fan material about it so i wanted to contribute :)

we don’t talk about it (deanjohn) - MY FAV FIC that ive written!! :) i love love love this fic & im super satisfied with how it came out. i experimented with a 2nd POV bc i saw some other deanjohn fics use it and i think it fits perfectly. its also angsty smut which is just soo. ugh. i love angsty smutty deanjohn & i think i created something equally haunting & enticing with this one.

smoke-soaked leather (wincest) - my first spn fic! it’s a slowburn casefic that’s set during s1. i focused on dean’s self worth issues here. i wanted to write in his self harm in a way that’d be canon accurate while also focusing on how its actually serious self injurious behaviour. i think i did a good balancing act here, plus im proud of the case fic it came together nicely uwu

rend apart the flesh of my soul (wincest) - woundfucking smut baybeeee!!!! this is purely hedonistic (but also angsty because of course it is) but its one of my favs. sooo visceral and gut wrenching in a very sexy way. gotta love early szns for its insanity.

closeted transfem dean hc - my ramblings about dean through the series if he was mtf. angsty ending bc in this hc she never does come out or accept herself. i constantly think about this hc and im in the process of writing a fic about it that will hopefully be out next year !!

tagging @sicksam @rottingsam @hellhoundlair @transboysammy :) show me ur stuff!! (and if uve already done this, tag me in the comments so i can see :>)

#oc #supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #wincest #fic rec

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spaceyaceface · 10 months

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23 with ominis ? uwu

OOOHHH An angsty one for my boy!!! Thanks for the request, love!

23 - "after everything you've done, i still love you. with all i am."

Warnings:

Link to prompt list

When Ominis Gaunt had thought about how he might fall in love, he'd always thought he'd fall gently.

It was what he had longed for--finding someone he could call his home, a person who let him feel safe. But that was all before he'd met her.

He supposed some of it was still true, in a way. He felt... protected, around her. She could explode at any moment, chasing away anything that dared to scare him. Was protection close enough to safety? Was she still home to him, even after all she had put him through?

Not all of it had been her doing. In fact, she had often tried to dissuade their friend from is dark path---but in the end, she still defended him. He found he couldn't say no when she begged him not to lock Sebastian up, despite all that his conscience said would be right.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't betray her.

No, when Ominis Gaunt fell in love, he fell hard. He fell like a stone in a well. He had felt that brief moment of freefall, heart racing, lungs gasping, and then splashed into somewhere he could not escape. Now, he was drowning in it.

She stood before him, at his mercy---though now he was sure he would do anything for her, if she only asked.

"Ominis, I'm sorry," she said. Her voice broke at the words. They hadn't spoken for over a week now. It tormented him. "I've been trying to find the words to tell you how awful I feel---I never should have let him go so far."

He had expected as much from her when she'd asked him to come to the Undercroft. The room had a dismal feeling, the last words they had spoken to each other still heavy in the air.

He took a deep breath. "Part of me wants to blame you. To be angry for how much you've asked of me." The truth burned as it left him, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. "But... but I'm not. Truly, the only person I can blame is myself. I should have been able to say no to Sebastian. To you. I couldn't."

He heard her take a step closer to him. "Please don't blame yourself, Ominis. I've hurt you enough. I feel selfish even talking to you." Her voice was thick---she must be crying, or on the verge of it. The thought of it made his heart ache.

"If I'm honest, it hurt more to be apart from you than it is to be together now." She was close to him. He could tell by her voice. He reached out his hand and found hers, holding it softly. "It's cruel," he muttered, tracing a finger over the back of her soft hand. "The way things have played out. After everything you've done, I still love you, with all that I am."

Her heard her choke back a sob, and then her arms were thrown around him, holding him as she cried. He buried his face in her neck, letting his own tears fall as he held her.

He wasn't sure if her desperate whispers of I love you, too sewed him together, or broke him further apart.

#ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt imagine #ominis gaunt blurb #ominis x mc

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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years

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Girl how about erwin smith with pregnant s/o

He's VERY gentle with you.

He won't let you do ANY housework. Even when you're at the start of it (the first 3-4 months) and you CAN STILL do stuff like cook and clean and keep the house in a perfect shape.

Yeah, this man won't let you do anything and it's mostly about his ego because "Erwin Smith's wife" is not allowed to do any housework in the first place.

"Erwin Smith's wife" is not a servant, she is royalty and should be treated as such. This man is large, but not just physically, his mindset as well is set on the extremes. Which means that he doesn't mind spending his entire fortune on a 20-member staff to handle the house and the cleaning and cooking so that you'd have nothing to do except sit back nurture your baby growing inside you and just focus on being pretty for him.

But let's be honest, on whatever universe you find this man, he's rich, so he won't be really spending his fortune, this man's got money and he's not hesitating to spend it all on you.

Also, he loves how needier you get. The second he comes home from work he finds you clinging on him and he LOVES THAT. This man NEEDS attention even though he would never admit it. For example, he can be just sitting there, doing paperwork and how dare you have your attention on literally anything else and not him????

He's like I'M RIGHT HERE, AND WAITING TO BE ✨LOVED✨

So imagine how much he loves it when you're hormones are going insane and all you need is him to be around and baby you and spoil you.

Also, he cruddles your belly in the nights 🥺🥺🥺 he's the big spoon, holding you close, your back against his chest and the large warm palms of his hands are holding your growing belly 🥺🥺🥺🥺

My personal HC is he doesn't know how to cook or do housework, he only knows some basics in cleaning, BUT he's either gonna learn or pay for someone to do all the work for you.

Basically, he just wants you to do absolutely nothing and just rest because your body is already working so much for the both of you.

Ooohhh boy when the baby starts kicking??? HE'S GONNA PROBABLY START CRYING AHAHAH

maybe he'll def start crying but if we're talking about canon!Erwin, he probably wont cry BUT modern!AU!Erwin will DEF cry

This man straightup talks to your belly.

He comes back from home, doesn't even tell you hello, he just kneels down to come face to face with your belly and he's like "hello little one" or sth like that.

Kisses your belly a lot

Massages your legs, your back, wherever you're hurting

carries you to bed when he finds you asleep on the couch or your favourite armchair (no matter how heavier you get, he's a strong man he can scoop you up effortlessly)

I've said this before but, your first child is a boy I DON'T MAKE THE RULES

IT'S DEF A BLONDE BOY WHO GOT BUSHY EYEBROWS AND BLUE EYES and is the spitting image of his dad and also personalitywise

And when the day comes for you to give birth, modern AU Erwin panics LMAO he'll panic so much you'll have to be the one to calm him down

if it's canon!Erwin, bitch what do you expect, he won't even be there when you give birth 💀

ok ok ok jk jk he'll come running to you. He'll probably not get the chance to hear you scream or hold your hand, but he'll definitely make it in the end.

Poor man's too busy, we have to accept that canon!Erwin would put his job and duties above you and your child AND THAT'S SAD BUT that's how erwin is why are we simping for him is there sth wrong with us-

OK BUT IMAGINE the angsty scenario where you give birth whilst he's getting killed in some battle denjwehgijw AND ONCE you hold your baby for the first time, some soldier walks in and tells you the commander is dead efjghiigrinj and then you realise your son looks exactly like him AND IM NOT OK WITH THIS SCENARIO but im tempted to write that cuz im a masochistic bitch 👀

ok this is the only time canon!Erwin might cry, when your baby first comes to life. Modern AU Erwin will be bawling his eyes out uwu

DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE SEX LIFE

NSFW BELOW, MDNI, GTFO, CHILDREN, IF THE PATRON SAIT OF ERWIN HOES GOES TO JAIL, THEN WHO'S GONNA WRITE ERWIN CONTENT????

Ok well

remember when i said you're needy while pregnant?

welllll daddy erwin will definitely spoil you on that part too

it's amazing how he can pull so many orgasms out of you

you're so damn sensitive the man is going insane, and you're always so ready for another and another

he'll go down on you and suck on your poor clit till you're gushing all over his face and you're shaking and begging him to stop but he just won't njdejgjwkkgj

daddy kink ofc ofc ofc ofc ALWAYS daddy kink he's the daddiest

especially when you start to get insecure about your body, daddy erwin is gonna make sure to make you feel like the prettiest woman

he's gonna settle you on his lap in front of a full body mirror and he's either going to fuck up into you or just play with your swollen, puffy cunt for hours

"eyes on the mirror, sweetheart," his hot breath brushes against your ear as you both watch his big, fat cock disappearing inside your pussy "daddy wants you to see how fucking beautiful you are,"

but ofc the sex is slow and tender and soft and UWU

he doesn't want to hurt you so he's being so very gentle with you with every move he makes on you

erwin is a large man, ok? and chances are, his size kink kicked in when he chose you, so you're small (and even if you're not HE'S STILL a large, strong man) so the fear of hurting you in some way is always there especially when you're carrying his child so he's VERY careful when handling you

ok i can't think of anything else at the moment im writing this while at work LMAO

tysm for the awesome ask, anon, uwu

imma @ ppl later uwuwuwuwuw tysm for reading!

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