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catsharkie · 2 years
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Oo, whats the new au about?
OK OK SO. adam and jonah’s parents are sending them to this. overnight camp for three months called mandela overnight (well, adams dad is sending since his mom is. yk).
theyre both really into ghost stories and stuff, so when they hear this rumor about the spirit of the past owner of the camp haunting the campgrounds they jump on it and shenanigans ensues (spoiler alert, its not a ghost. hehehe)
now with the characters:
Adam: troublemaker of the campground. hes a little bit of an asshole, with his investigations getting in everyone’s way. he might be on to something though, and someone doesn’t like that
Jonah: he’s kinda like the class clown. he doesnt take ghosts and the paranormal as seriously as adam does, so he’s mostly just goofing off and mostly the one doing the pranks. he’s also really into arts and crafts
Evelin: they’re (kind of) an apprentice to one of the counselors, Dave. she’s really good with tech, but mainly making random gadgets on the go. she always looks like shes been shocked.
Sarah: one of the older campers. she’s in charge of the main trio (who all sleep in the same cabin) and she has. many weapons in her bag that she snuck in. there wasnt that much sneaking in she needed to do, but its weird there were absolutely no mirrors allowed. like theyre trying to hide something
Cesar: he’s a C.I.T. (counseler in training) and he is. very chaotic. does not check any camper’s bag, ever, and is very lax with the rules. this will have consequences
Mark (yes i didnt kill him for once): also a C.I.T., and he’s tried to dissuade sarahs many attempts to sneak weapons in. he wont tell gabriel though, she’s still his sister.
Dave: a camp counseler, he’s in charge of the radio and he teaches campers how to make little robots with a toothbrush and a motor. Evelin’s a returning camper who he (unofficially) made in charge of most of the tech-related activities at the camp
Ruth: another camp counseler, she’s in charge of arts and crafts, and she has a daughter in another section of the camp for the younger kids
Thatcher: also a camp counseler, in charge of generally supervising the kids. he always has dark rings under his eyes and no one knows why he still works here
Gabriel: The owner of the camp. rumors have gone around his brother (the past owner of the camp) didn’t actually give up the camp and gabriel did something to him. this is untrue, and spreading rumors about people is rude :)
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kiwisorbet · 6 months
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Linked universe Wind and/or Aryll!
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amee-racle-ofmyown · 2 years
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Can I request the impossible? Suit/Unknown (you choose) cuddles 0-0 🤲
Perhaps difficult, but by no means impossible, my dear! (at least I'd like to think not.) there is only one scenario in which I can imagine this happening and I think you probably saw it coming.
Suit Saeran x gender-neutral reader | Words: 1045
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‘I’ll go now.’
‘Wait-!’ You’d scrambled from beneath the blanket and let the words fly out as if by instinct, or some inexplicable, deeply-rooted understanding that this may be the last time you would see Saeran as he was now, at least for a long time. Perhaps it was the fact that he himself had said you wouldn’t be seeing him for a while, and that he was leaving it to Ray to make you happy, but there was this nagging feeling that you needed to make the most of whatever time you had with him. ‘Saeran- don’t go yet.’
He flinched ever so slightly at your sudden outburst, his face still cast in the peaceful glow of moonlight. 
‘Sorry- please- please stay a bit longer. Don’t leave.’
How ironic he found your plea to be; it had been Ray begging you not to leave and Saeran who insisted you would, and yet here you were. You had always been a strange one. Perhaps to you, even the company of a monster was better than the crippling feeling of being painfully alone? He supposed that he could understand this sentiment — maybe a little too well. Some part of his tired mind wondered if this had been the key to breaking you all along. Maybe leaving you isolated and abandoned in this room for days would have brought you a fraction of the numbing pain he carried. But even then, how long would he have been able to stand the insufferable emptiness that clawed at his being, tearing him up from the inside out, without the emotional rush your presence gave him? You confounded him, no doubt, but being around you made him feel alive.
Well, none of that mattered now. 
He said nothing but his eyes remained steady on you. Somehow, they bore none of the sharpness you'd seen the previous nights. Instead, as he stood bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, watching you silently, you felt a sense of the same weary sombreness that would often reside in Ray’s gaze.
The familiarity was comforting, and yet it made your heart ache.
‘Please… Can you stay a little longer?’
‘I… I’ve said all I needed to…’
‘I know, but I want you around. I care about you too, not just Ray. If you really want to leave, you can. But if it’s alright with you…’ you trailed off, shifting your position close to the edge of the bed so you were facing towards him and patting the space next to you.
He hesitated for a moment, then slowly, tentatively made his way the few steps from the open window to the bed, taking a seat at the very edge, staring at the star-speckled sky opposite you both. As he perched beside you (so close you could hear his breathing, close enough you could just about cup his cheek if you reached far enough, if only he’d let you) the mattress hardly sank under his weight. You found it odd: The preceding days he had made every effort to be as loud and as purposeful as possible, making his presence fully known as if in a constant and desperate battle for his very existence. Yet now, he barely took up any space at all. 
‘Thank you, Saeran… Thank you for apologising.’
He remained silent. The gentle breeze from outside made the curtains sway and brought a pleasant coolness to your skin. He turned his head ever so slightly in your direction, but it was enough to meet his eyes. You could make out every eyelash, see the dark, tell-tale bags marking fatigue on his pale skin.
‘Saeran… when was the last time you slept properly?’
He raised an eyebrow slightly in response before you saw the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, unable to suppress a small smile.
‘You used to say that to him a lot, huh?’
He was deflecting, of course, but at least he was letting you have an actual normal conversation with him — which, now that you thought about it, was kind of a milestone for him.
‘Guess you two aren’t so different.’
‘Heh. I guess not.’
‘You can… rest here for a bit… if you want. If you really have to go later you should take some time to relax and lie down properly.’
His eyes widened a little and he shifted slightly. ‘I don’t think I should-’
‘But do you want to?’ 
He held your questioning gaze for several seconds. Eventually, he sighed and you shimmied over, making room for him as you leaned back against the comfy pillows, pink like everything else in this room, but now painted in a new light by the hour.
He began to lean down onto his side, a little uncertainly, and you gently guided his head to your chest, feeling his breath hitch in surprise.
‘Is this okay?’ you asked softly.
‘I-’ 
His cheeks were turning pink and he seemed to be caught off-guard, but after a moment you felt his arm encircle your waist nonetheless. 
‘Relax.’
Under normal circumstances, he thought to himself, perhaps he should have chided you for telling him what to do. But there was a tenderness to your tone that he simply couldn't argue with even if he wanted to.
You began to stroke his crisp white locks, sometimes twirling the tufts in gentle circles around your fingers. He closed his eyes. Slowly but surely, his breathing evened out. 
Several minutes passed in comfortable silence before he spoke in the tiniest voice you'd ever heard from him. ‘You’re caring for me… You always cared for me this whole time… even when I said and did those horrible things to you.’
The next words came out uneven, and you could have sworn you felt a teardrop or two on the fabric of your clothes.
‘...I don’t deserve this.’
You thought for a moment before responding, choosing your words carefully.
‘I think… you deserve another chance. I’m proud of you for taking accountability for your actions. And I know you don’t want to hurt me anymore. You deserve to feel safe and happy… And loved.’
His grip on you tightened ever so slightly, pulling himself as close as he could get to your warmth. He had cursed your scent so many times, but being surrounded by it completely, he only felt safe and calm. He wanted to inhale your warmth along with it.
This was bliss. This was the paradise he had been searching for.
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nightshadeowl · 2 years
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Made a little something for @keralises. Keralis and Tango of rose Hermitcraft superheroes AU, Resonant Bell World (which you should totally read because ro’s an awesome writer).
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dmagedgoods · 1 year
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@bait-n-switchblade​ I’m so sorry, tumblr fucked up when I tried to send my answer and I wasn’t able to post it or save it as draft ;; , so doing it this way. ✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them? There are so many quotes and lyrics I associate with Salvadore. Giving some examples.  😊 “You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play better than anyone else.” - Albert Einstein. - “Dressing well is a form of good manners.” - Tom Ford - for Sal when he still was a boy, things Eneas told him, from “Wanderer’s Lullaby” (Adriana Figueroa): “Though the world may try to define you It can't take the light that's inside you [...] You are the dawn of a new day that's waking A masterpiece still in the making The blue in an ocean of grey You are right where you need to be Poised to inspire and to succeed You'll look back and you'll realize one day” - from “Believer” (Imagine Dragons): “I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea” - from “Emperor’s New Clothes” (Panic! At the Disco): “Sycophants on velvet sofas Lavish mansions, vintage wine I am so much more than royal [...] If it feels good, tastes good It must be mine Heroes always get remembered But you know legends never die” - from “Centuries” (Fall Out Boy): “Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold But you will remember me Remember me for centuries” - Sal’s cheer up song, when he’s down: “King” (Lauren Aquilina): “You've got it all You lost your mind in the sound There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown You're in control Rid of the monsters inside your head Put all your faults to bed You can be king again” - A few quotes I connect to him are on his Pinterest Board. And that’s his Playlist. 🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version? I actually never truly changed him, he wouldn’t allow it. It’s more like getting to know him and he showed more and more about himself over the years. By putting him in different universes, by confronting him with interesting situations, by making him think about questions I or others came up with, the picture became clearer and multilayered. Sometimes he corrected me when I assumed something wrong or explained a part in more detail later, but it was always like discovering something new, never like bringing on a change that didn’t come from him. 💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food? Being held. And warmth, either of a blanket, an embrace, or a bath, maybe all three. When Salvadore finds himself in a phase of self-doubt and self-punishment, touch is the way to go with him, to not only let him hear but make him feel that he is loved, at his lowest as well.
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dragonflytehanu · 11 months
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For Lethoriel and Daeran: If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think? What was their first kiss like? What are their favorite things to do together?
Thank you! 💕
If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?
It depends when exactly you’d told them. Right after they first met, in the Arendae Party House in Kenabres? It’d be disbelief from both, disregarding it as some nonsense found only in the books. And what a chance!
Initially, Lethoriel’s reaction would be more dismissive, as she was not very impressed with count Arendae and his entourage. And yet… it’s a thought that wouldn’t leave her mind, even if to make her ponder what “soulmates” mean to her (leaning towards the sentiment that it’s something developed, not given). Later on, when she gets to know Daeran better - she’d find herself yearning for that connection, understanding, and companionship.
On the other side, It’d make Daeran curious, eager to learn something more about Lethoriel, especially after their verbal sparring in the tavern or the encounter in the Burning Blackwing Library. He’d grow wistful about the impossibility of it, considering the Other. There’s no future for this, is it?
What was their first kiss like?
Unhurried, soft, growing more passionate, but it actually started a bit... hesitant? For a split of second, Daeran worried that he might have miscalculated and rushed it. And Lethoriel...
"I wonder if I shall come to regret this?"
That makes two of us - but she didn’t say that, and quickly pushed the thought aside. It started snowing and she thought that Daeran, with snowflakes dancing around him and shimmering in his golden hair, is beautiful, and she melted into the kiss all the same.
Neither of them regrets it, of course - not the kiss or the night that followed, or anything that happened later.
What are their favorite things to do together?
They get to engage in more sophisticated activities that were impossible during the Crusade, like going to concerts or operas. Daeran is also enthusiastic about showing Lethoriel around - so they travel around Mendev, to Absalom, and to Kyonin - where Lethoriel can return the favor. It's never for too long though, but it makes returning home all the sweeter. They both revel in the quiet refuge of Heaven's Edge - free from anyone's expectations and mendevian politics (and in Daeran's case in particular - from having to entertain the Other). And then - reading together (and sharing lovely or silly passages) or just hanging around, enjoying each others company while doing their own things is enough.
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papersirens · 5 months
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 -ˋˏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪs ᴀᴍᴀʙ / ᴀᴏ3 ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ / ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ / ᴡᴄ: 4041 ˏˋ-
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Warnings: Dub-con, reader is lured in to Sukuna, true form!Sukuna, tongue blowjob, rough handling, no lube no prep anal, frotting, Sukuna has two dicks, humilation, popping teeth and forcing them back in, gore, captivity
AN: Happy JJK day!! This was/is my first AMAB fic and it was so much fucking fun to write!! Initially it was just Sukuna giving a blowjob but it evolved and got out of hand quickly but I still really love this aaa this weeks episode was so good so heres to celebrate
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18+ Blog only! Minors DNI!
Sukuna towered over you – no, it was more than that. The beast engulfed you in his large frame, all four hands encasing you as he carefully ground his knee into your erection. Each brush was intoxicating, surprisingly gentle considering his size, with just enough pressure to have your eyes rolling and hips meeting his motions for more. It doesn’t take long for you to forget about your situation, the environment, what demon is watching you with a wicked smirk. 
You were already a bumbling mess before him, sweating and trying to find purchase on anything you could. Bare feet slid on the concrete beneath, accidentally kicking Sukuna in the process and mumbling a pathetic ‘sorry’ after you made contact with the solid muscle on his ankle. With the way you’re acting, it’s as though he didn’t drag you into his shrine kicking and screaming, all the way up to his throne and tore all your clothes off in one fell swoop. Entirely at his mercy already, just from a little attention on your cock. 
Red eyes bore into you as you beg for mercy, more touches, the pleasure you desire, death. Your heart was racing, albeit from arousal and desperation rather than fear, now. Each drag of his knee flipping over the head of your cock was delicious, but you need more. You need Sukuna to use one of those many hands of his on you, to touch your body and feel the size difference. His torso blocks the rest of his room from you, while his top two eyes keep you locked onto only him. The bottom set of eyes, one horizontal and the other vertical, were locked on your cock and his knee. How you wished to also watch both at the same time.  
Lured in by a pretty lady with promises of pleasure and fun, you fell for it hook line and sinker at first. Her hair was long and shiny, eyes sparkling with mischief as she took your hand in hers and pulled you towards the shrine. Who fucks in a shrine? You thought, but when you verbalised your suspicions, she placated them with another promise. 
’There’s more women inside, you’re gonna love them.’
She was right, there were more women inside of the shrine. At first you thought this was heaven, surrounded by so many beautiful women that gave you attention; fed you, touched you, kissed you, complimented you. Nothing went further than some suggestive touches and light whispers before Sukuna made his appearance. You were supposed to be nothing more than food for him, but your spark piqued his interest to play with his food just a little. 
Obviously you didn’t get away. Normally people will submit themselves and accept fate when they end up this far. Bellies full of food, genitals pulsing with arousal, happiness soaring through their veins. It’s a better way to die than most, plus their blood tastes sweeter that way.
“Such a brat.” Sukuna commented, tongue running along his sharp teeth as he grinned. You still looked like a five star meal to him – he’ll have to reward his concubines for catching someone so juicy. “Are you gonna try and run again?” 
Fear runs through you again, same as when you were first caught, a ghostly feeling of his large hands around your waist. You miss that, need him to touch you like that again; pin you down so easily with just one of his hands, utilising the other three on the rest of your body. You’re just a doll to him; a doll with a cock and voice box. 
You shake your head rapidly, tears in your eyes as your whole body shakes too. The throne was uncomfortable, you’re swamped in its size and having to reach almost your full length to hold on to either arm. An outsider would think you are stupid for not thinking the skulls that decorated and bones that made up the chair would be real. The strange sensation of bone and not plastic under your hands was terrifying, letting out a scream in surprise and attempting to grip onto one of his forearms instead. 
The way he scowled and quickly pulled away from your touch shouldn’t have been as wounding as it was, acting as though your touch was acid that burned him. You felt offended, anger and sadness burning a hole in your chest at the mere implication, but you were quickly reminded of who was before you. A large, clawed hand grabbed your chin, pointed nails digging into the flesh of your cheeks and cutting into you like butter. All four of his eyes were on you now, his knee pulled back and his two lower hands wrapped around your waist. 
“Did I give you permission to touch me?” A gulp and an attempt to shake your head, his grip tightening easily and you cried out in pain as your teeth and jaw were pushed by the force.
“No.” You managed to mumble out, lips puckered and distorted due to his hand. He squeezed again and you felt one of your teeth pop and fall to the back of your throat. 
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
This would be a little easier to handle if he was grinding your cock again – touching it in some form, giving you friction like you deserve after his teasing. You remain silent this time, heavy breathing through your nose and squeezing your fists at your sides. There’s nowhere to run, nor can you fight. Although, before you’re eaten, you do wanna see what’s under that black sirwal. 
Sukuna releases your face, spitting the tooth into your hands at your lap in shock, blood dripping from your lips and onto your hand to surround the piece. There was no pain, only panic and fear that numbed you entirely. Sticking your tongue in the new hole, your mouth was filled with blood and the taste of copper. You didn’t notice your hands shaking when Sukuna plucked the tooth from your hand, inspecting the tiny white piece between his large fingers. He grins, his own white, sharp teeth on show for you. 
“Do you want me to put it back in? Teeth are valuable to humans.” 
As much as the idea of his fingers in your mouth makes your cock ache, there’s a feeling of nausea in your stomach that makes you shake your head. With a tut, your jaw was held in his hand again and forced open. There was no time to scream or thrash as he held you down, the same hand that held your tooth jamming itself into your mouth. His hand was so big, but he didn’t seem to care or take account for how he would fit in the way he stretches you beyond your limits. Playing around with humans is fun, especially when they give him the satisfaction he desires. It’s boring if they submit to him easily; don’t give into the chase or fight him at every corner. The way your teeth graze against his knuckles was the fight he desires – nothing but light kitten scratches on him, you were proving to be more playful than the last few sacrifices. 
Large hands kept you in place; one splayed along your stomach and torso to hold you down to the back of the throne, an awkward angle where if Sukuna pushed any more, your spine would snap at a 90 degree angle. Another hand moved between your legs and cock, running fingers and sharp claws over your length in a threat of pain or pleasure, pinning a leg down if you were thrashing enough to bother him. A third hand kept your face in place, looking up at him with tears in your eyes from the pain. Salty tears ran over his digits and tickled; swept up by a long, warm tongue in a reminder of how inhuman Sukuna can be.
The tooth was pushed back into place, claws scratching up your gums and tongue, the piece being squeezed into the hole painfully. When Sukuna finally removed his hand, you gasped in pain and clearer airways, shouting in pain when he let you go entirely. Lower arms crossed across his stomach and upper arms on his hips, Sukuna watched you writhe in pain on his throne. You were so tiny in such a big chair – it makes him excited. 
“Don’t be so pathetic.” Sukuna commanded you, unfolding his arms to use his index finger on the bottom of your chin, tugging you up to look at him. Tongue swiping across his lips, he grinned. “You’re quite entertaining for a human.” 
It feels like a compliment, but the throb in your mouth and blood running down your chin makes it feel like mocking. Red eyes peer down at you, monstrous and sinister, there’s nothing good about his gaze. And yet you feel your insides churn in the best and worst way possible, hands itching to touch yourself in front of him, hoping to encourage him to pleasure you. Temptation has always been a weak point for you, unable to stop yourself from giving in at the first chance you get – almost impulsive by nature. 
Sukuna’s grin became wider as all four of his eyes peered down at you touching yourself, a pathetic moan tore through your lungs as you fucked your fist at breakneck speeds. If he wasn’t going to keep pleasuring you, then you were going to do it yourself. Fit to explode, your hips jerked uncontrollably with every swipe of your hand along your length, jaw agape as you stare up at the creature before you. Leaning forward, his hot breath was on your face, emphasising the size difference further. His mouth was so big, he could devour you if he really wanted to; take off over half your face with one bite of his sharp teeth. 
Instead, your hand was roughly removed from your cock, creating the most pathetic whine you didn’t think you were capable of. Both wrists were in his grasp, moved above your head and locked in place with one hand. You needed to get off, the build in your core dissipating when close to your release, balls aching with desperation. Maybe this was your payment for trying to not only indulge in lust with those women, but with a demonic curse whose intent is to kill you. 
Fingers wrapped around your ankle and pull you closer to him, bare skin dragging against the concrete and bones of the throne beneath you. A shout of pain was quickly turned into a moan when something hot and wet ran along your balls and the base of your shaft. Your back was laid across the seat of the throne, plenty of room to lay down and Sukuna to hover over you. His eyes were locked onto yours again, all four of them watching you with interest. Daring to break away, you look down with a gasp.
A tongue was protruding from a slit in Sukuna’s stomach; flesh split apart to make room for the second mouth, seamless when closed and hiding teeth just as sharp, a tongue even bigger and longer than the one on his face. Fear and pleasure were more overwhelming than before at the sight, the long muscle tapered at the end flicked the skin of your balls and elicited a groan, running the base along each ball and wrapping around them. 
It was unreal – a feeling like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. It was finally the pleasure you seeked for so long, but you can feel the strength behind him just from the second mouth. The tongue moved to your length, lapping at the precum that consistently leaked and pooled along your stomach; tears built up in your eyes when it ran along your weeping slit, pathetic cries bouncing off of the walls. 
You couldn’t help but try and wiggle in his grasp, though it was fruitless as his grip was strong and confident in your smaller limbs. Still holding your wrists and ankle, all you could do was watch as the abnormal tongue wrapped around your cock or watch Sukuna’s face above you. Two of his eyes had drifted this time, his bottom two again, down to your twitching cock. The attention was almost as painful as the terror that ran through you, never able to settle and allow yourself to enjoy this due to the fact he can kill you at any point. 
“Are you going to cum?” Sukuna asks, seemingly breathless himself, but you don’t pick up on it. 
If your head wasn’t so clouded with lust you’d have noticed the way he mindlessly jerked his hips back and forth too, black fabric expertly hiding the bulge beneath that waved with each small thrust. Instead, you could barely manage a nod between shameless moans and groans, pathetic whimpers that no one has ever been able to pull from you before. Your balls were pulling up to your body as you came closer to the edge, cock twitching with each stroke of the tongue wrapped around your length, nails digging into the palms of your hands as you’re kept in place. 
Sukuna leaned forward, noses almost touching – or at least his nose touching you. He was enjoying this as much as you were, relishing in the pathetic moan that’s drawn out from your lungs as you came all over yourself. It was painful, so worked up and cumming so hard but it felt so good. More tears appeared in the rim of your eyes, unable to look away from Sukuna’s. In your orgasmic haze, they were truly mesmerising. If this were a cartoon, there’d be hearts in your eyes for the monster. 
You continue to make pathetic noises when his stomach tongue laps at your chest and neck of your cum, Sukuna grunting and top lip twitching in a snarl - it makes you wonder if he can taste with his other tongue. The feel of him lapping up your release made you groan, wet muscle dancing along your torso and flexing against his hold again. Before you can finish indulging in the aftermath of your release, you were dragged off of the throne and onto the floor by your ankle. 
A noise of surprise left you, followed by one of pain when you hit the concrete. Sukuna threw himself into the chair; his rightful throne, of which you were using your smaller body to warm it up for him. You look up from your position on the floor, your head clearing his knee. This could be your chance to escape, run away again and hope he kills you this time. There’s a funny feeling in the pit of your stomach that tells you you’re not making it out of here alive – so why not try and make your grand escape? 
Except he knows how to keep you interested. 
One fist was propped up on the arm of his throne, holding up his head as he stared down at you, a lazy grin on his lips. Another hand was palming himself through his pants, wrapping his fist around the length and giving you  an idea of just how big he was. Everything else about him was huge; why wouldn’t his cock be?
You swallow thick and watch as he continues to stroke himself through his pants, cock already twitching back to life in interest of what he has hiding beneath the fabric. Sukuna never did show you what’s under there like you’d hoped, but it would be nice seeing it before you die. 
Using his leg to aid you, you crawl onto your knees and then into his lap, legs stretched painfully so to accommodate the width of his thighs as you sit on them. Your eyes were drifting from his face and down to his bulge, watching with shame as the grin grew wider and those sharp teeth were on show again. Sukuna didn’t wait much longer before hooking his thumb under the elastic of his sirwal, pulling the fabric down and releasing one cock, then two. 
He has two fucking cocks?
You blink and stare; not only are they huge, but there’s two of them. This was definitely more than you bargained for, and Sukuna chuckled low in his throat at the attention, “Have you gone shy?” 
There’s no way one is going to fit inside of you – in your mouth or your ass. Not without doing some severe and irreversible damage. At the same time, you may not have a choice in the matter as they both twitch under your gaze. One sits atop another, almost like his arms, and are identical in size and length. You can’t wrap your hand around one of them, your heart pounding with excitement. 
“Permission… To speak?” You try quietly, unsure of yourself but your hand slowly and cautiously rubs up and down his cock. 
Sukuna hums, still resting his head on his fist, watching your face and your hand. It seems like he’s thinking about it – and he genuinely was. He doesn’t like his food talking back to him, though you already felt confident enough to touch him again without permission. You’re a funny little thing; he doesn’t like you, rather intrigued by you. 
“Permission granted.” Sukuna responds with a grin still, adjusting the way he sits ever so slightly and shuffling you in his lap. 
You actually didn’t expect to be given permission to speak. What you wanted to say had almost been wiped away from your mind, going blank and panicked. With a furrow of your brow, you muster up as much confidence as you can. 
“How do you want me to pleasure you? I don’t think I can take you.” 
Sukuna raises a brow, the only one he has on the ‘human’ part of his face. The hand on his cock stops, though not for long as one of his idle hands wraps around yours and moves again. 
“A bold statement for someone who hasn’t even tried.” A cold shiver went up your spine. “I’ll make you take me, whether it kills you or not.” 
That same hand that was enveloped in Sukuna’s was pulled away from his cock, body nudged forward and held up by his bottom two arms, nails digging into sensitive flesh as he held you above his lower cock. You shake your head, tears beginning  again as the fear overtook any pleasure you can foresee from this act. Regret was heavy in your heart for daring to speak, the audacity to dare such a creature into possibly giving you any kind of mercy. Anal without any prep is a painful nightmare normally, nevermind with a cock that’s twice the size of a human. 
Of course, Sukuna didn’t care. If anything, he seemed to take pleasure in the way your hands shake and grasp onto his chest for leverage, the tip of his cock prodding against your hole. It was happening whether you wanted it or not, nails digging into the marked chest that were barely scratches to the beast. The room was filled with your cries of pain and agony as you’re split open, vision fuzzy with the pain that tore through you. Your noises encouraged him further, biting his lip as he lowered you further onto his length. 
Eventually, you were sat as far down as you could go, nearly to the base of his shaft and dizzy with the feeling. Never have you felt so full before, a throbbing ache and your whole body shaking. Looking up at Sukuna, who had lifted his head now, you silently pleaded for mercy – how foolish of you. 
Sukuna did the moving for you; two hands on your hips bouncing you on his cock, short and fast strokes to help encourage your hole to stretch and loosen around him. Blood ran down his length and your legs, hot and fast like the tears down your face. Your hands remained on his chest, splayed against pale skin and one of the only things you can look at as the pain was immeasurable. The word ‘please’ hung on the tip of your tongue, desperate to beg and plead with him as the pain made you feel faint, but it never came out – not even to be killed and given mercy. 
After you had loosened up enough, Sukuna began moving you in longer strokes. It still hurts; your whole body throbbing, everything leaking with tears, blood and drool. However, the pain had gotten to a point where you were almost numb to it all, hints of pleasure shooting up your cock as you rubbed against his other. It felt like you weren’t in your own body, unable to answer if asked what possessed you to grab his and your cocks to hold them together with both hands in a pathetic display. 
You consider yourself to have a generous sized cock; longer than average, thicker than average but nothing in comparison to Sukuna. His cock swamped yours in size, letting out a pathetic moan at the sight of you pushed together. It added to the pleasure rubbing up on him like this, Sukuna grinning as he watched you. You squeezed whenever your heads were connected, underside of each other brushing and frenulums touching in a sensitive spot for you. This made the experience a little easier and the fire in your core burned brighter. 
“I don’t think I can take you.” Sukuna mocked you, a huff of a laugh vibrating through your bones. “Damn brat.” 
There was no more embarrassment or shame to be had left. You were even beginning to bounce yourself on his cock as best you can, moving with his hands in the same rhythm he had you. Everything still hurts immensely, yet the thought of being filled with his seed encourages you to keep going. Since everything else about him is bigger and more excessive, surely his loads are massive between two cocks. 
Moans could be heard between your huffs of breath, allowing yourself to be used like a toy as he moved you, hitting your prostate with each thrust. Bulbous head of his cock slamming into you with the lowering of your body, pulling you up to squeeze your heads together. It was quite the sight seeing Sukuna breathless, eyes dark with lust as you watched him edge closer to his own release. 
As expected, you came much sooner than he did and the pain began again. Your seed was left alone this time, guiding your cock to cum on your chest again with a groan and releasing Sukuna’s second dick. He didn’t give you a second to process anything, enjoy your second and arguably more powerful orgasm, as he continued to fuck himself with you. 
Pain, pain, pain.
Pathetic groans of anguish and exhaustion were all that echoed from you, Sukuna’s harsh breathing and your flaccid cock slapping against his still erect one. You wished for it to be over; either kill you or cum, unsure how much longer you can stand without the mix of pleasure sweetening the experience. Black was beginning to creep into your vision like a vignette picture, slowly losing control of your limbs and feeling weak and heavy in his grasp. 
You were barely conscious to experience his release, groaning as he came inside of you and onto himself. Both cocks spurted out ropes of cum, twitching as one was held inside of you and coated your insides. He just kept going and going, filling you up to a point where his seed was leaking out and mixing with the blood from your hole. A feeling better than you could’ve ever imagined; you were just upset you were barely conscious to cherish it. 
Carelessly pulled off of Sukuna, he all but tosses you back onto your feet, scraping your knees and feet as you try and keep yourself from falling face first. 
He hums, pulling the fabric of his sirwal up with one hand and flicking the cum on his chest towards you with another. “I’m going to keep you for a little while – just until you start to bore me.” 
Oh how you wish to bore him quickly.
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angel1kisses · 8 days
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Hii! I hope your doing well🤍I was wondering if you do a Wonki oneshot with a shy reader who gets shy & flustered easily around her two boyfriends💗
Hope you have a wonderful day/afternoon/night🥰
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶Super Shy
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Pairing☆ Bf!Jungwon x Reader x Bf!Riki Contains☆ Poly relationship, Wonki can be viewed as either platonic or romantic (it's your choice), Fluff, they both tease Reader, kissing
(A/n) : Sorry that it took me so long <3 i just recently gained back my motivation to write requests again now that I'm having a little break from exams and presentations
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Having two handsome boyfriends who unconditionally loved you was like a dream come true right? — WRONG! While yes , it was like a dream come true , you get double the teasing. They're so annoying , but in a good way?
"Getting shy again?", Riki asked in an amused tone as he watched your eyes look anywhere but at him , his fingers grabbing you by your chin while he extended his middle finger to tap your cheek, turning you to face him properly. "Eyes on me Princess , give me a kiss", He said with a teasing grin on his face , watching the way you nervously bit your lip before he placed his thumb on your bottom lip, pulling it down a little so you would stop biting on it — leaning in and watching the way your eyes fluttered shut. You waited to feel his lips against yours, but there was nothing , only feeling the way his breath was fanning your lips as he chuckled. "You're so cute", he mused , letting out a small laugh as you hit his arm and hid your face as you started to feel flustered.
"Now , don't tease her so much", Jungwon chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you from behind , resting his chin on top of your shoulder as he leaned his head down a little. "But he's right , you're so cute when you get like this", Jungwon whispered into your ear before placing his lips against the side of your neck — now you were sandwiched between your boyfriends. While Jungwon was placing kisses against the side of your neck , Riki leaned in and gave you the kiss he wanted to give you before , kissing your lips gently before pulling away again.
"Look at her , she's getting so flustered", Riki snickered , feeling the way your cheeks were starting to grow hotter under his hand as he moved it from your chin to cup your cheek. It was almost taunting with the way they teased you , but they couldn't help it — you were just so cute whenever you got like this. Jungwon stopped placing soft kisses against your skin before glancing up to Riki , the two males exchanging a look before they grinned. Suddenly , Jungwon's hand slid under your shirt , his fingers poking into your side as he started to tickle you , smiling at the way you started to laugh and begged for him to stop. You threw Riki a helpless look , as if asking for him to help you but to your luck , he just shook his head and joined in on the mess.
"S-Stop , Please!", you begged between your laughs , flailing around as you tried to escape their grasps but you were caging between them. "Nu uh!", Riki teased as he shook his head , they both stopped tickling you for a moment before they continued again. "You two are so annoying!", you whined out which only made them laugh.
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Taglist☆ @rikislady @chlorinecake @aaa-sia @czlluvriki
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chococolte · 1 year
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What? I think I might be addicted to you writing?? Like, this is hands down the best yandere/sagau blog I’ve come across. I just feel so loved with the way you write the interactions between the reader and characters! And my god complex is very well fed right now! Finally some good fucking food :)
I’d like to entrust you with my comfort character, my baby boi, Venti. Would you please do sagau touching his wings in his archon form, like how you did draconic Zhongli? And if it isn’t too much, could you write something for sagau calling Venti “good boy” as well? Ty!
word count. 975
୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, religious + cult themes, sagau + cult au. i do not condone yanderes irl.
୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. aaa thank you!!!! sorry this one took me so long, but here you go! i mixed your two requests together here, so i hope you don't mind (though he'll still get his own separate good boy post, eventually). i hope you like it!! ♥
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Venti's wings spread the moment you touch the soft skin of his spine.
It's an impulse, purely instinctive. His body acts before his mind, and his wings are the most primal part of his form— they react to any outside stimuli within moments, and to you, especially; always you. Before Venti can bite his tongue and control himself, his wings fan out, his feathers ruffling.
Venti's wings are broad and a bold white, stark against the golden light of your throne room. Every individual feather is soft and delicate, sensitive to the lightest touch. From where he sits by your feet, he looks up at you with wet eyes and unshed tears of euphoria, fringed by dark black lashes.
He lets out a small, quick breath, almost a whine, when you run your fingers over his feathers. There's no cruelty in your touch, no callousness to your movements—you move elegantly, every gentle scrape of your nails against his back and rub of your hands leaves him shuddering, filled with the urge to mutter every prayer in your name.
You massage the small area connecting his wings to his back. Venti arches his spine, chest heaving with rhapsodies of pleasure. His fingers curl around your robes, pulling them tight enough his knuckles turn white. He hides his face in the warmth of your lap, taking in every breath with the intent to remember your scent.
"Your Grace," he mumbles into the silk of your fabrics, body jolting when you brush against the tender, velvety skin at the base of one of his feathers. Venti bites the inside of his cheek, holding back a loud, obnoxious whimper. As you take your fingers upward and gently lift one of his feathers, he has to stop himself from making any salacious sounds.
"A-Ah, please… more! Please—" Venti chokes on his words, sputtering as you rub his feathers in-between your fingers. His wings twitch, tensing with rapture. His heart swells and sings in his chest when he catches a glimpse of the smile on your face— he's pleasing you, even if he must make a fool out of himself to do so.
Venti is only mildly embarrassed, though the pure happiness of being so close to you outweighs any shame he may feel. When it comes to you, there's no limit to what he'd do; ask him to throw his life away, and he will do so without question. Ask him to show you the most vulnerable parts of himself, and he'll do it without any hesitation. Ask him to spread his wings and soul, whatever part of him you desire to see, and he will do it without thinking. Repercussions matter little when it comes to his god.
He's thought of this moment before— latching onto your thighs, begging to be toyed with, the warm comfort of your presence so close to him; having you play with his feathers and wings in your hands, showing you every dark, nasty urge he's kept hidden away. A paradisiacal reverie he's imagined so much that every moment is coordinated, practiced and perfect. He says this, you say that-- but nothing could compare to the sweet reality of your touch, the truth of basking in your light by the bottom of your throne, of your lovely benevolence— he could never go back to dreams, now.
You trace the bone of his wings, and Venti follows, tucking his wings inward so you don't have to reach to pet the tips. The mere thought of you having to reach for anything at all is revolting. The world is yours to command; the rest of them simply live within it. Whatever it is you wish of him, he will do it. If you wished to take his wings and pluck every feather, he would let you.
A sharp shiver breaks him out of his thoughts when you move back down, rubbing at the base of his wings. All too quickly, Venti's heart lurches to his throat, his ribcage moving with every breath.
He stifles a moan, chest convulsing with every intake of air as you continue to gently handle his feathers. You tug softly at one of them, and he presses himself further against you before he can think, mind muddied and clouded with mist. All he can think of is you, you, you. You're the only thing worth thinking about; the only thing worth caring about.
You laugh, and Venti mewls. Any composure befitting of one of The Seven is discarded, completely forgotten. His many titles and epithets, prayers that speak his praises and ballads of his history are meaningless, now— in comparison to you, none of it matters. You are everything, and he wishes for nothing more than for this moment to be frozen in time. Any moment spent with you is heaven. Your laughter is light and mellifluous, his ears and mind besotted by the mere sound. He could listen to you for an eternity.
"Good boy," you hum, and Venti's mind breaks. His shoulders shake, and his wings flutter, twitching and tensing all at once. "Just my good boy, right?"
"Just your good boy," Venti says fervently. He looks up at you, barely able to bring himself to meet your heated gaze, but somehow still manages without losing his mind. "Just yours."
He moves to say it again, but his words hitch in his throat when you suddenly move your hands upwards, forgoing his wings. Your fingers attach themselves to his hair, threading through his dark locks with gentleness he knows he has done nothing to deserve.
"Only mine," you say, a smile audible in your voice. A shudder runs through his body at your tone. Despite how loud his heartbeat is, he hears you clearly above all else. No matter what, he will always hear you.
"Only yours," he whispers back.
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togenabi · 8 months
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with flowers under the stars
inumaki toge x fem!reader (royalty au)
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♡—Toge does his best to impress you, even when others might not want him to.
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previous♡— [PART 1]
word count♡— 4.1k words (oml)
genre♡— fluff, romance, royalty au
aged up characters♡— 18+
content notes♡— potential lovers to actual lovers, mutual pining, courtship, dating, everyone is a prince or princes, older brother!gojo satoru, no use of y/n, romance, very fluff, mentions of engagement and marriage, toge uses sign language, some characters may be ooc >&lt; pls forgive me
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author's note♡— after rising from the grave (I'm so sorry this took so long! buT! I'm graduating! AAA) I finally finished the sequel to my first toge fic. thank you so much to those who have appreciated my previous work! now that I'm back, I hope you enjoy this as well! (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)♡
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Exchanging letters with prince Toge occurred frequently before you finally met again. He talked about many things, but they all ended the same way: mentioning how lovely you are and how he wishes time could run faster so he could meet you.
Toge's kingdom was a week on ship and a day by train away, so visiting was saved for important duties or events. ‘Maybe I should ask your brother to appoint me an official position in the council so I can stay in the palace.’ He wrote to you once. You reply that he doesn't deserve it, since he wouldn't be working with the empire or its people in mind.
He writes back that he fell for you a little more, and you trace that line an infinite number of times before tucking the letter away.
When the day of the banquet finally arrives, Satoru notices that you appear a bit more lavish than you usually care to look during events.
“Why! My dearest sister! How stunning you look! And for my birthday, no less! I love that color on you, your taste has improved so much!” He suddenly gasps dramatically and loudly—so loud, that the maid helping you with your earrings flinches.
“Are those... the earrings I got you last year? But I've never seen you wear them! I would give you a hug if it wouldn't ruin your clothes!”
You ignore him the entire time he fusses over you. He looks nice today, you admit. His hair is styled down which gives him a softer aura, and his white suit with gold details looks pristine. A midnight blue cape drapes over his shoulders and flows down his back. It would be difficult for anyone else to pull it off, but you don't tell him that. Goodness knows he would never let you hear the end of it.
You sigh as you watch him through the vanity mirror, but he only becomes even more giddy at your silence.
“Hey, give me that.” Satoru says to the attendant holding your brush. “Leave us.” He says as he stands behind you to brush your hair. You stare at him in disbelief.
Satoru knows you love when he brushes your hair. Even if you never outright told him, it was obvious that you enjoyed it when he cared for you. But because you were embarrassed to ask him as you got older, he hasn't done it since you were children.
He's silent and focuses on brushing your hair gently. The moment feels strangely emotional, and your resolve to ignore him cracks a bit.
“So...” Satoru meets your eyes in the mirror, then winks. “You and Toge, huh?”
You tsk, letting your resolve fully break. “I should've known you would notice.”
He laughs and places a hand on your shoulder. “Well, he wrote saying his father wanted to trade silk from their territory, and that he would like to stay at the palace to handle the negotiations.”
“...Add that to the letters you're receiving everyday, and it wasn't too hard to piece things together.”
You groan and cover your face in embarrassment. You and Toge weren't exactly a secret, but you didn't want your brother to know until it got more serious.
“So what now?” You dread having to ask. “Are you going to tell me to call it off?”
“Nope.” Satoru says, smiling. “Besides, if you're anything like your dear old brother—which, you are! Don't deny it!—I'll end up driving you into his arms if I try to keep you away.”
His eyes suddenly turn serious as he considers his next words. “He's a good kid... Good enough for you, though? We'll have to see.” He places the brush on the dresser, and takes your hand to help you on your feet.
“But what's important is to know yourself and decide for yourself. Don't let anyone else make that choice for you.” He looks sincere as he places your hand on his arm. “Shall we?”
“Satoru...” You call him, touched. He grins and kisses your forehead.
“And of course, if you end up marrying him, that saves me and the ministers the work of looking for your match!” You slap his shoulder, but he only laughs harder as he escorts you out.
The ballroom was sparkling when you arrived. There were already plenty of guests partaking in the revelries as the event had begun half an hour before. Satoru had insisted on the importance of being fashionably late. Normally, you wouldn't have let him actually be late, but you caved only for today.
“Entering, their Royal Highnesses, The Imperial Crown Prince and The Imperial Princess.”
As you descended the stairs with Satoru, the people bowed and you took that as an opportunity to look for a head of white hair, a mask or a high collar covering half the face.
“You're being too obvious.” Satoru whispered. “He'll show up, don't worry.”
He led you to the center of the hall. You were so caught up on looking for Toge that you had nearly forgotten you were to share Satoru's first dance; as he still wasn't engaged. The both of you took your positions gracefully as the music started to flow through the air.
“I'll spin you a few times.” He was grinning. “Try to spot him.”
And yet, the song ended without you seeing Toge anywhere. After giving a hasty bow to your brother, you went on with your search once again.
Your eyes caught princess Nobara the same moment she did yours. You were about to go greet her when her eyes trailed off to something behind you. When her gaze returns to yours, she's smirking and it makes you turn to look at what she saw.
Toge takes your breath away as he walks up to you. He wasn't wearing a mask, or a high collar like he had been during the previous ball. His suit was pitch black and every bit as elegant as him. Your eyes were immediately drawn to his lips and you blushed when he caught you staring. All you wanted to do was to dance with him so that you had an excuse to be close.
It seemed that he picked up on that, as he bowed and offered you his hand.
“It's good to see you again.” You greet him. He kisses the back of your hand with a smile before sweeping you away to dance.
Suddenly nervous, your words get stuck in your throat as the beginnings of a soft waltz reach your ears. “I... tried looking for you when I arrived.”
Toge leads the dance as effortlessly as he did the first time. It almost amazes you how natural it feels to move and sway with him. He seems pleased to know that you were paying him as much attention as he gave you.
Not wanting to simply dance, you took to asking him questions. “Did your journey here go smoothly?” Toge nods.
“When did you arrive?”
‘Today.’ He mouths.
“Ah. I'll have to take you sightseeing then.” You grin up at him. “Would tomorrow be alright?” You get your answer in the form of Toge grinning back, and before you could prepare yourself, he twirls you around and catches you in an embrace as the song finishes with a flourish. A number of people around you started to clap, and you couldn't help but blush in his arms.
After settling at the less crowded side of the ballroom, Toge explains, ‘I also tried to find you. I arrived as early as I could, and yet you and your brother were late.’ He looks at you almost as if to scold you, but you see mischief in his eyes. ‘I thought that you might be by the window where we met... So I went to check.’
“Oh, I see.” You respond, a bit embarrassed. “I should have warned you about my brother's flair for dramatics. He tends to do that when he's the star of the event.”
‘Do you have any remaining commitments here at the ball?’
That makes you think for a moment. “No, Satoru's the one the people want to bother today. Why?”
Toge gives you a look that makes you want to agree to almost anything he asks. ‘Will you allow me to whisk you away?’
And so you were both running, hand-in-hand and laughing, on your way to that secluded hall with the stained glass window. It shouldn't have been possible, but it felt more magical than before to be with him here again.
Toge slows his steps when you both reach the window. You realize that despite coming to cherish this place, you never sought it out when he wasn't around. Something tells you that would have only made you miss him more.
Looking at you with a serious expression, he begins to sign, ‘I know I have been very upfront about myself caring about you... But I want to ask this properly, because you deserve nothing less than the best.’
‘I would like—if it is alright with you, to formally court you.’
The smile on your face glows before you can help it, and you throw your arms around him.
“I would very much like that as well, my dear prince.” You lean to kiss his cheek.
Toge looks dazed and happy as if drunk on something you had given him. Maybe he was.
The moonlight shining through the glass paints him in a kaleidoscope of colors. Before, the only colors on him were the purple hues in his eyes. And now he stood before you, bright and shining.
‘You look beautiful.’
He took the words right out of your mouth.
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Satoru came to find you the day after the banquet. Naturally, he entered your office without knocking, and unceremoniously dropped a heavy document in front of the one you were already working on.
“What's this?”
“Toge's proposal...”
The floor seemed to sink, your heart and your breath gone along with it. “What?”
“—for the trade negotiations.”
It took everything in your power to not throw the block of papers at him. “You're unbelievable.”
Satoru only hummed. “So is your boyfriend. I can't believe he's making me work right after my birthday! He should be kissing up to me, not giving me paperwork!”
“Last time I checked, he's courting me. Not you.” Nevertheless, you take a few moments to sift through the document. It was very detailed and efficient. You note that the length of the proposal was due to the many alternative plans Toge had prepared. This would certainly help the negotiations go smoothly. Satoru and the ministers merely had to look at the options.
Looking back to your brother, you couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. What was he complaining about, when all he had to do was select the best plan and tweak where it was necessary?
“We're to begin the negotiations in two days. I think his plans have potential—” You couldn't help but snort at that, from what you'd seen, Toge was already excellent. (You were not biased. Not at all.) “But, I don't think the older ministers will be kind to someone who acts like a know-it-all.”
“Toge doesn't—”
“A-ah,” Satoru waves a finger at you, as if you were a child being told what you did wrong. You scowl at him but he ignores it. “This will be a test for him, to see if he's able to win against those old goons.”
“You mean yourself, then?” His expression drops at that, and you don't bother to hide how satisfied that made you feel.
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As the weeks flew by, Toge ended up being a lot more busy than you both anticipated. Despite officially dating, lunches together turned to having tea during breaks; then that turned to catching him in the hallway for a few moments before he had to go.
You didn't understand why his workload only seemed to grow, no matter how much effort he put in. Once, when you caught him just before he entered his chambers, you had asked him if anything was going wrong with the negotiations.
Toge looked exhausted, and yet he gave you a smile that made your heart melt. ‘No, the talks are going well, I suppose I'm just having trouble adjusting to the empire's work culture.’
You must have looked unconvinced, because Toge suddenly leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. Mischievously, he stared into your eyes until you were too flustered to be worried anymore. He laughed when you had to push him away.
That night, he bid you farewell with a kiss to your cheek.
‘Good night, darling.’
The next time you had Toge to yourself for an entire day, it was due to a holiday celebration. Everyone was too occupied with the festivities to work. You were supposed to be at another banquet Satoru had hosted, but you were determined to monopolize Toge's time today.
So you showed up at his door at the earliest respectable hour of the morning, dressed for warm weather and a picnic basket in your hand.
“Will you allow me to whisk you away?” You asked when he answered the door.
You took him on a tour of the parts of the palace he hasn't seen yet. Your office, the private library, and even some of the secret passage ways. His eyes lit up with curiosity when you showed him one behind a portrait.
You had lunch in the gardens, under a tree that offers wonderful shade. A soft blanket laid across the grass, with a spread of the empire's specialty dishes arranged all over it.
“This one,” You show Toge a cookie with flowers piped on top. “Has been my favorite since I was a child. It has just the perfect amount of sweetness, and goes beautifully with tea.”
You move to hand Toge the cookie, but he doesn't take it. Confused, you're about to ask him if anything was wrong when he leans forward and opens his mouth expectantly.
Wordlessly, you raise the cookie to his lips. The moment feels oddly intimate as he takes a bite without removing his gaze from yours.
Toge hums and moves his hands to sign, ‘It's indeed delicious.’ He leans to you and opens his mouth again.
You push the half-eaten cookie into his hands and turn away to hide your blush. “If you're able to tell me what you think about it, you can eat it yourself.”
He breathes out a laugh. Smirking at you while he chews the remaining cookie.
It was so peaceful, just sitting there with him. And it seemed as though you weren't the only one who wanted to sit with Toge. A tiny white butterfly fluttered about before landing on his knee. He looked so enchanted by it. Staring close, but being careful that he didn't move his knee or disturbed it.
The butterfly flying away made you want to explore too. Getting yourself up, you look over your shoulder and gesture for him to follow. He offers you his arm once he catches up, and you rest your hand on it. Birds chirp and leaves rustle in the wind as you walk towards the shimmering lake at the edge of the gardens.
Bracing yourself on Toge's arm, you kick your shoes off. You set them aside to dip your toes into the water. “It's so refreshing!”
Toge feels his chest grow as warm as the sunlight kisses your cheeks. He gets down on one knee to untie his shoes when he's abruptly hit by a splash of water. Flabbergasted, he looks up at you, blinking away the water droplets in his lashes.
Of course, Toge isn't one to back down from a challenge. The result is the both of you shivering and drenched by the time the sun has set. Your maids fuss all over you when you get back to the palace, and the other staff almost faint at the puddles that trail after you and Toge.
It was useless to insist that you could walk alone and that you both should get cleaned up at the soonest. Toge didn't leave your side until you entered your chambers, your gazes only being broken by the door once it closed.
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You got the most dreadful fever after that day with Toge. Satoru, wanting you to rest properly, made you swear not to lift a finger for work related reasons until you got better. Which, you followed without complaint. You took a break for a few days.
Toge did his best to see you, but he only got busier. His eyes looked more and more tired, dark circles under them when you caught him in the library one morning. He stayed there to work overnight. You were barely able to convince him to rest.
On another night, one of your maids caught him trying to sneak in your room, screaming and kicking him out. You could have sworn half the palace had woken up to that, and you couldn't help but hide under your sheets due to the embarrassment.
What irritates you most, however, was that the first thing you heard when you get back is, “Oh. Finally decided to return to your duties, eh?” from a delegate who spent most of his time gossiping, and whose biggest contribution to the empire was refilling the inkwells in the conference room...
The conference room has five inkwells.
Those ministers and court members were proving more and more to be nuisances. You gave them an earful when they had assumed you were slacking off when you were sick.
Not to mention, you suspected that they have been making Toge do more work than he needs to. Even if he never complains, you don't fail to notice how some courtiers turn their noses up at him just because his kingdom was distant and smaller compared to the scale of the empire.
The thought of Toge being belittled makes you pause during work, frowning at a chart of kitchen expenses as if it's done something offensive.
Dropping your pen, you head out of your office with brisk steps. You had to speak to Satoru.
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“Overworking Toge? Why, dear sister, I can't believe you're accusing me of such a thing!” Satoru puts a hand to his heart as if he was wounded by your words.
“Maybe not.” You're not going to let him weasel out of this one. “But you let the other ministers and court members walk all over him! Is Toge supposed to just sit there and take it? He's a prince, damn it!”
“Listen,” Satoru leans forward, his elbows on his desk as he uses his hands while explaining. “The ministers are just a bit frazzled, that's all. They think he forced you to skip the holiday banquet, and that he got you sick. He's good at his work, sure. But in their eyes? He just looks like a bad influence on you.”
You scoff.
“Now,” Satoru interrupts before you can say anything, “They were going to try and match you with prince Megumi—”
“Megumi's already engaged.”
“I know, I know. And that's why they're planning on pitching you with prince Yuji or princess Nobara.”
“I'm already with Toge.” You say sternly. “And what happened to not letting others make my decisions for me?”
“As far as those old goons are concerned, Toge is only the third best for you. ‘For the greatness of the empire’ and all that.” It doesn't escape you that he dodged your question. “They're going to try to push you apart until you break up or get hitched.” He leans back, crossing his arms on his chest. “Whichever comes first.”
“Why don't you stop them?” Frustrated, you run your hands through your hair. “Tell them I really like him and that they should leave him alone!”
“Sweetheart,” Satoru's tone becomes deeper, and you hate how it instantly makes you shut up. “The thing is, if Toge isn't capable of handling this, or if he backs out of your relationship because of it, he's not worth your time.”
You stare at him, unlinking. The thought of Toge leaving you had never occurred to you before, and Satoru could tell.
“I told you I would test him.” He shrugged. “It seems I'm testing you too.”
Rushing back to your office, you grab a piece of parchment and your pen from your desk. Not bothering to sit down as you write: Meet me at the gardens, by the tree. Midnight.
You fold it and hastily stuff it into an envelope. Delicately melting wax, you stamp your seal onto it before calling for your most trusted maid.
Handing her the letter, you instruct her, “Deliver this to prince Toge and prince Toge only. If anyone hinders you or attempts to read it, report back to me immediately. Go.”
She bows, and exits the room.
That night, Toge arrived before you. You note that he has a penchant for being early as he reaches to squeeze your hand. He looks you over to check if you're alright, and despite seeing nothing of concern, he asks anyway, ‘Are you okay?’
“We need to talk.” You nervously purse your lips. “The courtiers, the ministers... My brother. They've been making your work difficult.”
He sighs. ‘You found out.’
“You didn't tell me!” You rest a hand on his cheek, absentmindedly grazing your thumb over the marks near his mouth. “Do you understand what they're trying to do?”
‘Testing me.’
“Yes.” A lump forms in your throat. “Satoru said it's until you give up on me, or if you... propose.”
Heart racing, your hands can't stop fiddling with things. His face. His hair. The fastenings of his suit. “I'm just so worried. I care a great deal about you, and I just wanted to ask if you're enduring this because you want to.” You bite your lip in thought. “If it's because you're sure about... me.”
You can't look at him. You suddenly feel foolish. You should have given it a night and slept on it to gather your thoughts. You should have—
Toge embraces you. Everything stops.
You take in the view of the gardens over his shoulder. It was dark, and there was barely any light save for the stars twinkling above. You closed your eyes and let yourself be held.
Pulling away, he doesn't seem as fazed as you do, if at all. He turns to you slowly, and after taking a deep breath...
‘Marry me, then.’
You choke on air.
“Wh-what?!” A warmth creeps into your cheeks. “What are you—”
He places his hands on your shoulders and stares into your eyes. He gives you a look and mouths, ‘Breathe.’ And you do.
Once you've calmed down, he begins to explain.
‘We can come forward and make a statement that we've been seeing each other with marriage in mind. Which...’ He pauses, suddenly shy. ‘I have. I've been thinking about swearing everything to you... Intertwining my future with yours.’
‘I know it's only been a few months, so we could have a long engagement if you want. For us to get to know each other more. And if—’ Toge's hands freeze, his movements are slow as if the next words pain him.
‘...If you decide to break off the engagement, I will not force you to stay with me.’
You immediately stop his hands, holding them tightly with your own.
“Toge... I wouldn't even consider this with anyone else,” You feel genuinely happy as you smile at him. “But I'm willing to try. With you. Only you.”
He glows in a way that reminds you of when you first met. His expression is soft as if he's melting, and he smiles at you brightly. You think of how lucky you are that he looks at you this way.
‘This isn't the way I wanted it to happen, but...’
Toge picks a small, white flower from a bush nearby. It faintly reminds you of the butterfly that had flown to him the last time you were here together. His eyes are focused and he frowns in concentration as he fiddles with the stem. Your heart stutters as he makes... a delicate ring.
He kneels.
You say yes.
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A letter from you and Toge arrives on Satoru's desk the next day.
‘Dearest brother,
Please approve this statement that prince Toge and I have been seeing each other, and that we have decided to get engaged. You will find the formal document stamped with our seals attached to this letter.
We expect your approval posthaste, and I will not consider any objections. Please let us know when you will be available to discuss the engagement ceremony.’
“Your highness, what should we do with these documents you had forged?”
“Oh. Hand them over.” Satoru waves a hand to dismiss the attendant after retrieving the files.
He gets up from his desk and walks to the fireplace. “I can't believe he proposed before I could falsely accuse him of treason.” He tsks and throws the documents into the fire.
His eyes find a framed photograph on the fireplace mantel. It was of him and you as children. Satoru was laughing after you ran to him for a hug. His gaze grows sad yet understanding... He won't be the first person you'll turn to anymore when you get married.
Sighing, he considers that he should be thankful you chose someone determined and true like Toge. But then Satoru grins.
“I suppose I can always mess with him as his brother-in-law.”
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poraphia · 3 months
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"Cooking Stream!"
➵ PAIRING! cc!wilbur x chef!streamer!reader
➵ CREATING! 12.22.23 | 3167 words
➵ CONTAINING! wholesome cooking, reader is a chef streamer, wil is on tour, wil and reader are longterm friends
➵ SAYING! i thought this would be super cute to write. a little friends to lovers never hurt anyone hehe. also hope you like the little banner! i dont really do those so this is a first. also not proofread aaa sorry
My masterlist :)
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"How long have you been waiting to do that?" "Since we met up at the airport.."
“Hey, Wil, I’m about to start the stream. Are you ready?” I asked Wil. From my stream viewer, I could see Wil’s lengthy figure making the barest silhouette from the dark doorframe he was standing at. He insisted on making “an entrance” for my stream, even if it meant standing ominously in the background of my kitchen.
“Maybe.” Wil replied blankly. I rolled my eyes, seeing that he was already in ‘bit’ mode.
I’ve been a cooking streamer for quite some time now. I share and teach people on Twitch my recipes live and created this community where everyone can feel safe and happy to learn. Occasionally, I even invite some of my friends to cook with me, Wilbur being no exception. This was our first time seeing each other in person, and Wilbur suggested that before his concert (which would be tomorrow) he wanted to do a cooking stream with me. It was like the stars aligned because after such a busy day, Wil specifically had a couple hours of free time to hang out with my community and me.
I stopped my intro music and took down my startup stream screen to reveal my camera, which showcased me, my kitchen, and Wilbur who was just barely visible on camera.
“Hi, friends! Welcome to the stream! Sorry for the delay, our special guest sadly couldn’t make it.” I said faking a distraught frown. I tried my best to avoid looking at chat, but just from a quick glance I could see spams of terror as they pointed out the figure behind me. I picked up a bowl and began my usual intro. “So, my lovelies, grab your bowls!” I reached over and grabbed my spatula. “Grab your utensils! and—” I looked around, acting confused. “Huh, I wonder where my chef hat is..”
Wil arose from the shadows, stomping toward me with his limbs stiff and a blank expression on his face.
“Oh, there’s my chef hat!” I exclaimed, smiling while looking at Wil. In a swift, goofy motion, Wil ducked his head down, making the hat land straight into the bowl I was holding. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing as Wil tried a desperate attempt to put the hat on my head. Once the hat laid lopsided on me, he turned around with his hands on his hips.
“Hi guys,” he smiled. “As you can see, I will not be the one leading this operation.”
“Yeah, they know.” I mocked jokingly. I placed the bowl and spatula onto the table to fix the hat. “If you guys don’t know, this is Wilbur Soot, but he doesn’t stream much anymore. So frankly, I don’t even know why I invited him.” That snarky comment made Wil nudge me on the shoulder.
“Hey! I’m still relevant on the world web!” Wil exclaimed.
“You know I’m kidding!” I laughed. “But Wil and I met like a loooong way back. Like you were doing your little livestream concerts?” I turned to look at him as he nodded to confirm my words. “And now look at you! In the middle of a whole worldwide tour!” Though he rolled his eyes in response he still had that familiar, dimple smitten smirk on his face.
I was proud to see Wilbur at his position now. I remember all those late-night calls when we would talk about what we wanted to be in few years' time. We were only small baby streamers when we first met. I did cooking streams in my parents’ kitchen and the townhouse he used to stream in was sold off long ago. Now we were in my own kitchen with tens and thousands of people watching us live, and tomorrow, thousands of more were going to watch Wil perform with his guitar and his voice.
It was time to start cooking. Today we were making strawberry cookies with white chocolate chips. I started off by giving directions as to what measurements you would need. Before I do my cooking streams, I like to post what ingredients would be needed the day because sometimes my fans would post selfies of them following my streams live while also cooking.
“So first, lets stir in our dry ingredients, yes?” I looked at Wil, who only eagerly nodded in silence. “So, of course, like all streams, I like to do my measurements while live just in case anyone needs time to catch up. So I hope everyone has their measuring utensils, because I’m about to give the measurements! And of course, I will be providing them on the screen as well.” I stated, looking at my OBS display.
Wil and I began to prep the ingredients. Each time I stated a measurement, Wil would scramble around the kitchen for the key components before emptying the powder into the bowl. I let out a small chuckle. “Wilbur, take your time, seriously! We’re supposed to be enjoying the moment.” I exclaimed.
“But but—!” Wil protested.
“Wil!”
With a defeated sigh, he slowed his movements as he scurried around the kitchen for the rest of the materials. As I stirred the flour and sugar together, I waited for Wil to come with the baking powder and salt. In the meantime, I started to look at chat.
“(y/n) is smiling a bit too much yall”
“YES WILBUR TREAT OUR CHEF RIGHT!!”
“is this (y/n)’s bf?”
Though it’s safe to say Wilbur and I had never had feelings for each other, the comments still flustered me. To prevent myself from getting more flushed, I pointed my attention back to my mixing bowl. Suddenly, Wilbur came behind me, holding the measuring cups.
“Ah, Wil—”
“This would be more an efficient way of getting our ingredients mixed in, no?” Wilbur suggested. His arms were on either side of my body, sprinkling in both the salt and baking powder carefully as his chest pressed against my back. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks from such an intimate position but tried my best not to ignore it. After he was done, he set the utensils aside and placed his hands on either side of my wrists, stirring with my movements.
Despite us both knowing that the chat was going crazy at this point, we both enjoyed the moment. Ever since Wil and I met each other in person for the first time, we had this habit of messing around with each other in physical ways. Within the first hour of us being together, we were running around the city, climbing over each other while sitting down, and Wilbur at one point threw me over his shoulder because I was “walking too slow.” It all felt completely natural to us. However, hat made me most flustered about it now in this very moment was the fact that thousands of people were watching us live!
We proceeded with mixing in the ingredients. Wilbur helped combined the wet ingredients as he gradually poured them into the mixing bowl I was stirring (of course, he again insisted that he stood over me as he poured for “maximum efficiency”). After some time with the spatula, took it out and turned towards the camera.
“Alright, so at this point of the process, it’s going to get a little hard to stir the dough, so—” I glanced to my laptop’s stream viewer and saw that Wil was doing silly faces and gestures, completely taking the attention away from me. I watched as he opened his mouth wide and inched closer to me, almost trying to bite me. Without thinking, I took my finger to get a scoop of the batter before turning around and smudging it into Wil’s face.
Wilbur stared at me in shock as a smug grin rested on my face. Swiftly, he took the spatula from my hands, gathered a large glob with his fingers, and smeared it all over my face. My cheek was now lathered with the think substance as I stared at him, bewildered. It was now Wil’s turn to start smiling with his dimples prominent as they could be. “What, you started it!” Wil argued, putting his hands up. My eyes slowly trailed to the open flour bag he had left on the counter. It was as if Wil followed my gaze, because as soon as I reached over to that bag, Wil was on the run.
“What the— Come back here, you prick!” I cried. I grabbed a fistful of flour before aimlessly chasing him around the island counter. His legs were far too long to outrun me, but that also meant he was rather clumsy with his movement as well. We returned in front of the camera when Wil began to lose balance after turning a sharp corner. I took my chance and ran in front of him before dusting him with a fistful of flour all over his apron and face.
I fell into a fit of laughter, clutching my stomach. “Holy shit, Wil! You look ridiculous!” I said in between gasps. Wil stared in utter horror, but soon enough, he started laughing as well when he saw his reflection from the stream viewer.
“This is going to be a nightmare to get out of my hair, (y/n), what have you done?!” He cried. It sent me more into hysterics, laughing as I held onto the counter for dear life. “I’m going to try and wash this out now. You better hope and pray for your restroom.” Wil said, waving me off as he made his way to my bathroom.
“In the top left drawer in my room are my baggy clothes you could wear!” I called out. I carried on with the stream, leaving where I left off. I got my stand mixer and turned on the machine so that it could start stirring on its own. I also cleaned up around the area and washed the batter off my face before reading the chat.
“Alright, chat, how we feeling about this stream, huh? Everyone doing good following along? Do you guys like Wil?” I asked. I scanned the chat, smiling at some of the comments.
“Wil and (y/n) are an iconic duo bruh”
“YES CHEF WE LOVE THE STREAM CHEF”
“I’m doing good following along :D”
“WILBUR IS SO FUNNY”
By the time the dough was done mixing, so was Wilbur, who had just finished washing up and changing his clothes. He wore a baggy Artic-Monkeys tee with gray sweatpants that suited him perfectly. “Is the dough done?” Wil said. His hair was a curly mess most likely from wetting it then drying it with a towel. His glasses rested on the bridge of his nose with his eyes just barely visible. Something about this look, whether it be his disheveled hair or the fact that he was wearing my clothes, made me blush a little.
“—Oh,” I muttered, barely realizing that he asked me a question. “Yeah, it’s done, we could start placing them on the tray now.” He nodded before coming behind me, placing hands on my waist. “Ah—! Wilbur!” he buried his face into the crook of my neck. With a defeated sigh, I turned off the machine and removed the bowl from the stand mixer. “Come on,” I said. “Help me shape the cookies.”
“Yes, chef!” he enthusiastically remarked. He stood back up, and we were back on business. We proceeded to work together to shape the cookies, making light conversation while also taking some questions from the chat. Wilbur talked about some stories he had on tour. He compared his experiences from when he used to do little stream performances to the big stage in front of thousands of people live.
Once we were done shaping the cookies, we placed the two trays into a preheated oven. I did the dishes while Wilbur offered to tend to my chat. There something so.. Domestic about Wil and I cooking. It came naturally, as if this isn’t the first time we cooked together, and it certainly this wouldn’t be the last. I scrubbed the bowl clean as I thought about the warmth of Wilbur wrapping around my body. How he nuzzled his nose into my scent, then pulling away reluctantly. A small smile formed on my lips. Though I knew deep down that I’ve never felt that way about Wilbur, and I doubt that he felt that way with me, it was still such an ideal way of moving on with life.
“Hey, (y/n)?” Wilbur called out. I shook my head and turned around to face Wilbur.
“Yes?” I asked. I wiped my hands with a dry towel before taking my place next to Wilbur, who had his waist against the counter and his hands holding himself up.
“Chat wants to do a Q&A session with the both of us. I think they’re tired of hearing about my tour stories.” He chuckled.
“Hm, I don’t think they’re tired of you, rockstar,” I smiled. “but sure, let’s do a Q&A with the two of us.”
The chat proceeded casually, and we had a fun time answering some questions. We talked about how we first met, how we grew up together as streamers, and how life has been for us more. However, there was one reoccurring question that we tried to ignore for some time, but at this point, it was rapidly coming up.
“Do you have feelings for each other?” I read out loud.
Wil and I looked at each other. Maybe it was the delusions I had, but there was something so sincere in Wil’s eyes. His eyes almost sparkled under the kitchen warm light, and his brown eyes could easily be confused for a fresh cocoa harvested from the jungle. His eyes squinted like he wanted to tell me something, but before I could ask, he turned away.
“No.” He stated but rather reluctantly. “We’ve just been really good friends for these past years, right?” He turned to me again.
“Mhm,” I hummed. My gaze then drifted to the camera. “Chat, stop shipping us together, seriously! You guys are acting like this is the first time I’ve done a cooking stream with a guy! Shame on you, chat!” I playfully lectured. But in my mind sat some heavy thoughts. I wondered if the reason why Wil was so hesitant was because he felt uncomfortable with the topic. Worry flooded my head, hoping that I didn’t ruin his time on stream.
Ding!
The oven went off, meaning that the cookies were ready. “Ah, cookies are ready!” I beamed, lightning the mood. I looked through the drawers, looking for the oven mitts. However, none were to be found. Wil noticed my confusion and came up behind me, a bit more careful on distance this time.
“Is something wrong?” He asked. His hands were behind his back as he leaned down to talk to me.
“Yeah.. I can’t find the oven mitts. Hold on, I probably left them in the washing machine room.” I turned around to face him.
“Alright, I’ll be here.” He smiled. I smiled back before moving past him, leaving the kitchen and headed down the hall to the spare storage room I had. I opened the door and looked around, finding those beige oven mitts I would frequently use while baking something. Without realizing, Wilbur was treading down the hallway.
“Ugh, where are they..” I thought out loud. I dug through the dryer, seeing if they were hiding under the freshly warm clothes. Finally, I was able to achieve the oven mitts. I stood up properly and held the oven mitts as I kicked the dryer closed. I turned around to finally get back to the stream and Wilbur. I wonder if—
Before I could finish thinking, a hand was on a hip and another hand was under my chin. Those familiar brunette curls brushed against my forehead, as I looked up to see Wilbur. His glasses were pushed up so that his face could be close to mine without any trouble. His eyes were half-lidded, almost looked like they were longing. Sparks tingled in my chest as I stared at him. A gulp running through my throat.
“May I kiss you..?” He gently asked. His voice was so low, so sensual, it was like waking up next to him after a long night of cuddling. My face burned, but not a single nerve in my body told me that I should deny his request.
I placed the oven mitts onto the nearest surface, not daring to look away from him. I could feel him getting nervous because even through the dark lighting, I could see his face turning red as the corners of his mouth twitched. Before I could even register my movements, I cupped either side of his face, and pulled him into a kiss I didn’t even know how much I longed.
His body sunk into my touch as he held me close with weak warms. His lips, soft and pink, danced with mine with a hunger I never realized he had. They were desperate, yearning for my warmth. Little did I know my movements mimicked his with just as much desperation.
Reluctantly, we pulled away as we held each other tight and close to each other’s bodies. His eyes were clouded underneath his mess of hair and glasses, but a wide smile rested on his face.
“How.. How long were you waiting to do that..?” I asked, breathless.
“The moment we met up at the airport, honestly..” He chuckled. “Come on.. You have a stream to wrap up.” Wilbur walked out of the room. His hand held mine until he was enough distance away, even clutching to my middle finger before departing. I stared as he turned the corner, joyfully greeting the chat as if nothing happened.
I realized that my cheeks were aching from smiling too much. As I listened to Wil ramble some excuse to chat as to why it’s taking me forever to return, I grabbed the oven mitts and slid down the hallway.
Maybe there was a reason why all of this felt so right. How being with Wilbur just felt so natural. I was out of frame, but I couldn’t help but stare at him.
Yeah.. I could get used to this.
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worukin · 1 year
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╭୨୧︰ childhood friend yandere x male reader
・✦⇢ growing up together with him was certainly a gift. always kind and understanding, never leaving your side. he would always protect you from those who dared to cross you. and now that you're both all grown, he's ready to take protecting you to another level.
︰꒰1・ ( warnings ) — overprotective behaviour, manipulation, yandere themes, bullying, yan taking advantage of his reputation and y/n's shyness.
︰꒰2・ ( notes ) — HIII AFTER A LONG TIME IVE FINALLY POSTED!! Missed you all cant believe i hit 300 already <333 how would you guys feel about yan darling for the special? anyway enjoy!!
( if you are uncomfy with this type of content, kindly block me instead. anyway, hope you enjoy reading this aaa <3 )
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You and Kian were attatched at the hip since kindergarten, him first approaching you during the first day of class to talk about how his parents told him about starfish swimming in the sky at night.
Eventually after a few playdates, you were finally ready to call the both of you best friends.
It wasn't much of a surprise to your parents that you didn't try to approach other kids as you were already content with Kian himself, and he took pride in that.
"See! Y/n doesn't need anyone else and so do I! We have each other, don't we?" Kian exclaimed, turning to look to you for confirmation. He beamed when you nodded.
The adults cooed, glad to see their kids getting along well and clinging to each other. "Awe, this is so cute! Smile!" Kian's father out his phone to snag a picture. Kian wasted no time to wrap his arms around you and smile, encouraging you to give a meeker one.
And then during middle school, Kian would always sit beside you during classes you had together. Claiming that having someone you know beside you helped with learning.
This was proven wrong when all you two did was whisper to each other about nonsense, paying no mind to the lesson.
And he'd always share his food with you, even if you didn't forget yours. "Well, mama says I'm a growing boy and need to eat. And since you're a boy you're growing too!"
You took the pieces of Kian's meal he placed into your lunchbox back to his, shaking your head. "I already have enough Kian, growing boys need their own food."
Kian pouted, and began to whine. "But both of our parents told me to take care of you at school! How am I supposed to do that if I don't at least try?" You whipped your head at him, embarassed at what your parents told him.
"They said what!?" Kian nodded at you, chewing. "Y'know because you're shy and can't talk to other people?"
A sigh left your lips. "What does that have anything to do with feeding me?" You shook your head. "Anyway stop it, I don't need to be fed like a baby!" You huffed, before angrily munching away.
Kian sat still for awhile, thinking. Before deciding to tease you. "Aww, why not? Little ol' Y/n only eating when he's fed properly?" He scooped up some of his lunch and went towards you.
"Here comes the airplane! Woooosh!" Kian snickered at your shocked face. "What!? That's even worse Kian!" Grabbing onto his arm to force it back, but Kian wanted to have fun.
"Oh I'm sorry, did you want the choochoo train?" He cackled, eventually placing the spoon back to let out his laughter.
Looking away to stop making it worse, you mumbled. "God that was embarassing..." but you were drowned out by your best friends's giggling. "It's fine Y/n, I don't mind!" He said.
"Well I do." You rolled your eyes at him. "Now eat your food if you wanna grow." Kian stiffled his laughter but eventually went back to eating.
And now you're in highschool, and puberty is making it the worse. People you knew in a small community became mean and targeted you for your shyness.
Well, it wasn't just them who changed. Kian did as well, and you think it's safe to say he's qualified to be your bodyguard.
Always walking you to your classes, fending you off from bullies, sending his harshest glare to those who even look at you wrong. He might be a little overkill but it did provide protection. Even if it did backfire on you.
"Who do you think you are? Using a guy like Kian to protect you? Do you pay him or something?" Being cornered by some other students was definitely not something you expected. Especially when you don't have a bad reputation.
"I don't think so, someone like him wouldn't have any money." One of them snickered. "Look, all we're asking is to leave him alone. It's sad enough he has to hang out with someone like you, jeez."
A girl sighed, "Oh poor Kian, star of the Basketball team having to deal with a loser nobody like you. It's pitifful."
Kian did grow a reputation. For being kind and charming, despite being a class clown he never really said anything degrading. And on top of that, he was athletic. Everything a teacher and a classmate could want.
Active participation, good sportsmanship, good grades, a great relationship among his peers and teachers? And what did you have? All you were was the kid that Kian stuck with, Kian's "friend".
Though none of this answered why they thought of you using Kian when you've been best friends since diapers.
"Aww look, he's too ashamed of himself to say anything. We caught you red handed didn't we?" One scoffed, stepping towards you and grabbing your collar. "Just scram."
And you did. Speedwalking then breaking into a run when you weren't in their sight anymore.
Then, the next day arrived. And as much as you didn't want to— you had to go to school. You already had everything planned out, talk to Kian about this and hopefully he can clear up whatever twisted misunderstanding this was.
But the heated stares you got from some students were enough for you to back out on your plan. Maybe they think I forced him to tell them I'm not bribing him. Ugh.
Nervous thoughts swarmed your head as you sat in your usual seat, and Kian beside you. "Hey Y/n! Wanna go eat out later?" He smiled, sitting down.
Though the prolonged silence confused him a little. Usually you'd nod at him or hum. "Y/n? Did you hear me?" His eyes met yours before you briefly look away. "Okay uhh, did I do... anything? Did something happen?" He suddenly got defensive.
Why is he ignoring me? Kian thought. Staring at you with hard focus. Well I know for a fact I haven't done anything out of line. Have I been to overbearing? Was I that obvious?
Kian hummed, lightly tapping his pencil against the desk. He's been careful for a long time now, managing to keep up the act of an affectionate friend. And it's not like you weren't used to it— cause apparently he's been like this ever since kindergarten, said by both of your parents. So what could be making you act like this?
Honestly, he was a little hurt. You were always such a sweetheart with him. He enjoyed playing the role of a dumb friend who you had to look out for and worry about. And Kian wasn't taking you getting "tired" of him as a reason.
Now you felt bad for ignoring him like this, but you panicked. You were unsure of how to deal with the situation. And now Kian's getting hurt because of it. Maybe I really am an asshole.
It was kind of obvious that something was going on, you had such a somber expression on your face it made Kian frown. The last thing he would want is you getting hurt.
He sighed. Deciding to talk to you about it after school. He wasn't really fond of the idea that you were falling out with him, after everything he's done for you? No way in hell.
Eventually school neared it's end and you tried your best to get out as soon as possible. To avoid Kian and both those guys who cornered you the other day.
With quickened steps and bated breath, you walked out of school as soon as the last bell rung. Kian would surely be swarmed by his teammates— allowing you time to escape.
Oh god, why am I even doing this? Your mind overflowed with anxious thoughts. What if the bullies caught you? What if Kian caught you? The look on his face would be a nightmare.
He'd probably laugh at you for being such a coward, running away from your problems.
Suddenly— an arm reached out to you once you passed by the same street on the way home. Heart beating at the speed of light before realizing it was just Kian.
Oh. It was Kian.
Quickly tensing once you made eye contact, and in a panicked state a bunch of incoherent words left your mouth.
"Kian! I... forgot we always walk this way home." Awkward chuckles filled the air. It made you uncomfortable how you could feel the sweat sliding from your temple.
"Y/n. I was looking for you! Or- waiting for you actually."
He stepped back to give you space. "You worried me man, I thought I did something! I didn't, did I?" He whispered at the end.
For some reason you were relieved to see he wasn't mad at you. I mean, Kian? The Kian who would take care of you when sick? No way.
"Uhm... hi." You whispered after atleast a minute. Kian's face softened. "Hi," he cooed. You were wrapped in a warm embrace once he spoke again. "Hi Love."
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Kian wanted nothing more than to smother you in hugs once you were in the alleyway. But he didn't want to overwhelm you.
He missed your voice so much that when he said hi he couldn't help but hug you. Though he was able to restrain himself from squeezing you to death.
Shortly after that, Kian confronted you about why you were ignoring him. Obviously he found out why and let's just say they were dealt with.
Overtime Kian grew paranoid that people would hurt you when he isn't there so... his overprotectiveness kind of grew.
Always sitting beside you, having an arm wrapped around your shoulder, he even got his classes chanbed just for you!
And well... he started to make good use of your personality. Aww, too shy to speak? Don't worry, Kian will order for you!
You didn't mind when he would talk for you, if anything you were grateful. Minus the times he took the opportunity to put words in your mouth.
It's all good fun though! Kian doesn't mean any harm to tease you. (Even if it's on purpose just so he could make it up afterwards)
Give it a few more months and maybe he'll take it to the next level.
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I think it's also about the way sweetheart touches them. She's gentle with them, which is something rare for absolutely all of them. Sweetheart doesn't assume because they're in the military that they don't need kindness and support and delicate hands. She knows they already think that they don't deserve anything like that so when she sees them wanting it and craving it, she is so willing to give. Her love cup is so full for her team and the people she cares for.
She handles ghost like he's still just Simon Riley, a sad kid deep down. Sweetheart offers up affection that she can just feel is so foreign to him. Yes he can take care of himself but everybody knows it doesn't extend beyond the basics and she takes time to try to heal his aches and pains that he's gotten so used to living with
She's delicate with price, knowing how hard he's worked to keep the team alive and well. How most of the time, he gets no recognition for his efforts. Sure, she teases him and calls him an old man when he complains about his back but in the same breath is offering a massage to get the ever present knot out
She's attentive with soap, hating how he looks like a sad puppy when people try to brush him off as a loud and brash grown up child. She wants him to hold on to that because she knows if it goes away, he'll seem like a shell of himself. She's seen what too long in the field can do to someone like johnny and how it can change them for the worst so she always encourages his jokes and such.
She helps gaz as much as she can. She sees how he pushes himself and how it sometimes ends up in neglect of himself. How many meals has he missed due to trying to just get one more thing done? How many hours of sleep has he skipped to try to figure something out? With a firm hand, she always guides him into taking care of himself and to give himself a much needed break.
IM RAMBLING IM SORRY
AAA NOOO DONT BE SORRY- DONT EVER BE SORRY FOR RAMBLING THIS IS AMAZING 💖✨️✨️💕
(I'm terribly sorry this took so long- BUT GARRICK'S IS PRETTY LONG SO ITS A WIN WIN-)
But holy cow I agree with this so much
Tw: mentions of depression, insecurities, trust issues
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I'm really gonna start with Soap because what you said is her biggest fear. She cares deeply for Mactavish and always pays a little bit more attention to him than the others because of that terror.
It would be a nightmare if she didn't see the life in his eyes anymore. Her heart was already broken when her second uncle came back a zombie from being in the army. Didn't talk to anyone, and if he did he would always snap at them. He loved his family still. He really did. But the happiness, and the compassion was gone. He couldn't let go of the guilt, of the regret he had in his choices. He didn't really talk about it, but when he did Sweetheart could see the black tar oozing out of his mouth. All the internal pain and suffering. She doesn't want to see Soap be like that, since their personalities are quite similar. Fun, chipper, determined and kind. She will protect his internal being with everything she has, just like she did with her uncle. So she will always laugh at his jokes and add on to them, making them both double over. She will always stand up for him when someone calls him loud and brash. Telling him it's okay to express yourself how you want to.
If she fails, if she even sees the shine leave his eyes for a second, she knows she failed her uncle again and will never be the same.
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Now with Ghost-- GOOAAHHHHDDDD he needs all the hugs and cheek kisses he can get (and really just hugs) he doesn't like to be touched unless he knows you knows you (kinda like König and Roach) it took Sweetheart a WHILEE to get close to Ghost. Yes, he did have a small soft spot for her, but he would NOT let her touch him. It took like five months just to let her touch his shoulder. Because of his insane trust issues and paranoia, he didn't let her get close. He couldn't. He couldn't risk getting hurt from Sweetheart. Kind, charming, thoughtful, Sweetheart. Caring, strong, smart, Sweetheart. He craved for her touch so badly that he knew it was what he needed, but he couldn't handle the pain afterward. But there was no pain when she first hugged him when he came out of that explosion alive. There was no pain when she held his hand through his panic attack. There was just warmth. And love. Through every touch she gave him, it spoke of love and care. She gave him time. She gave him so much patience so he could trust her. So he could love her. And he does.
Price-- that man deserves a hundred medals I swear. As you said, he gets no recognition of his effort from anyone, because that's what he's supposed to do. He's supposed to get everyone out alive, he's supposed to succeed everytime. It's just built in the job with that expectation. But Sweetheart knows in order to keep that kind of task going, he needs support. And my god, does she give it to him. Always patting him on the back and saying good job. Checking for any injuries, and if there are, she would fix them. Listening to anything he's talking about and giving her opinions on it. Giving him some tea and something to eat if he's up late. And just giving him any form of affirmation. He deserves it. He deserves all the support, the back rubs, the massages and the teasing, the tea and the naps, all of it. And Price is so grateful for it. If she wasn't there for him, no one would be.
Kyle. Gaz. Garrick. Goodness, that boy has put so many expectations on himself that NO ONE ELSE has put on him. It's weighing him down. Since he's the youngest and has less experience than everyone else, he thinks that he has to catch up to everyone else or be better than them in order for people to see him. See him being one of the members of Task Force 141. The best of the best, right? Like Sweetheart? How she carries herself through chaos, how she handles dire situations, how well she works with others, how physically, mentally, and emotionally strong she is? Can he be skilled like Sweetheart? Calm and collected like Ghost? Well-armed like Soap? He doesn't know. His insecurities are always getting the best of him, making him forget to brush his teeth. Or eat breakfast. Or even get out of bed. Is he even fit to be on this team? Sweetheart knocks on his door. Is he even worthy? She knocks again. He has so much to catch up on. She opens his door. How will he catch up to them? She sighs, walking towards his curled up figure on his bed. He's in their shadow. Maybe he should leave. Sweetheart comes into his view, shocking him. She has a slight concerning face, but more anger than anything. Angry that he hasn't been taking care of himself. Concerned on why he hasn't been taking care of himself. She grabs his hand and brings it to her lips, closing her eyes. His entire body feels warm. Awake. She breathes in and opens her eyes back up. She urges him to get up. Get up and take a shower. His brain says no, but his body is moving subconsciously. She waits outside the Men's Bath Unit until he's done. She waits for him, quite closely, when he's brushing his teeth; Sweetheart tells him not to forget to brush his molars. She waits for him when he dresses himself in clean clothes, still in the same room as him, just turned. She waits for him to finish eating a big breakfast, which he eats fully. All with silence. All with a neutral face. Yet her actions are firm. Caring. Helpful. She sits him down on his now cleaned bed, the help of Sweetheart, and they just... talk. Talk about what's been going on, talk about why he feels this way, and when. It helps. She's giving her opinions on what he can do to be better, but it's up to him to take them. She sighs, eyes studying him. 'I hope I'm not crossing any boundaries with you. But I couldn't sit aside and let you make yourself disappear. Especially when you're valued as a teammate and a friend.' She says. Gaz feels like crying. And he does. He hugs so tightly. Tight enough that she could feel his appreciation through his touch. He's thankful that she saw him. And she continues to see him.
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𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁; 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗱
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚the dearest collection - part one/beloved 𓆩♡𓆪 part two/prized 𓆩♡𓆪 part three/devoted 𓆩♡𓆪 part four/desperate 𓆩♡𓆪 part five/blind 𓆩♡𓆪 part six/watcher 𓆩♡𓆪 part seven/ardor 𓆩♡𓆪 part eight/fervor this is very heavily inspired by @//clusterfuck-yandere's yandere leon headcanons; please check out their works. this is something of a love letter to their puppy obsession series.
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yandere leon s. kennedy headcanons; reader is a survivor of raccoon city.
tw: general yandere behaviour, stalking, harassment, ptsd, mentions of mourning
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ aaa i am so tired! i am sorry about the delay ૮꒰⸝⸝> ༝ <⸝⸝꒱ა work has been rough but i am tougher! there is another part planned already of which i am more excited about; it is another Leon pov!! next time he will have perversions...it will be somewhat nsfw! i am very excited about part four ☆૮꒰•༝ •。꒱ა please keep an eye out! ♡
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you'd been doing better.
♡ the days began to blur by as you repaired your life. work got easier, you started making friends, and you were picking up the pieces.
♡ your new friend Leon was, as always, a constant ray of light in your life. you had progressed into a blooming friendship!
♡ he was always so sweet, even going so far as to bring you gifts.
♡ for your birthday, he even got you a video game you had mentioned wanting off hand; a AAA game that cost 70$. not a cheap price for someone who you met at a bakery.
♡ when he gave it to you, you tried tell him it was too much-but he insisted, saying it was your birthday and that you deserved it.
♡ the thought made your heart jump, but you took the game.
♡ your coworker jokes that he's got a crush on you, and slowly, you're starting believe it.
♡ you'd seen times where you were working in the back, and leon would come in. he'd look around, realise you weren't in sight, and his mood would visibly plummet upon not seeing you.
♡ according to your coworker, he'll even straight up turn around and leave if you aren't working that day.
♡ as weird as it is, you think it's cute.
but recently, you've been having troubles.
♡ your apartment was maybe a five minute walk from your work, truthfully. you often just made the trek to save gas and get some exercise in.
♡ but you've been feeling eyes on you lately.
♡ it's a nagging feeling, and while it's only a five minute walk, you're back into that quiet terror you had back when K was in your life.
♡ you've been checking over your shoulder, hiding pepper spray in your pockets, and staying as alert as possible.
home was just as unnerving.
♡ before, the mourning had left your apartment as a bit of a mess. it was normal and fine, but now that you had work, you found yourself realising just how bad it had gotten.
♡ you made yourself a list of things to do, to chip away at and celebrate each time something was done.
♡ but in the last week or two, that list has been checking itself off.
♡ parts of your apartment has been cleaner. the sink full of dishes washed themselves. your bathroom was wiped down. your bed was made, pillows fluffed and sheets taut. laundry, for the most part, was transferred from washer to drier while you were gone.
♡ 'for the most part' was because some garments were going missing; used towels, your favourite shirt, undergarments.
♡ they turn up again, but it's always some time later and with new stains or portions torn away.
♡ needless to say, you were freaked out.
♡ you had sent a request to get your lock changed to your super, but it was taking just too long.
♡ your paranoia skyrocketed. was it K? was it possible there was a gas leak and you were having memory loss? what was the most reasonable thing that could answer this?
♡ your mind is reeling, and it's been progressively getting worse until one night at work.
♡ you were closing up, and leon was there, keeping you company. was he supposed to be there after close? perhaps not, but he was your friend and he never did anything wrong; just watched you clean up with his head in his hands and a sappy smile.
♡ you had looked out into the windows, and the darkness outside was...so much. it was raining hard, and the night was absolute. anything could happen in a five minute walk. what if K was out there?
♡ you had paused, and leon saw. his voice was soft, kind, as he walked up and held your hand. "is something wrong?", he said.
♡ you told him only a bit about what was going on, the bare minimum so he knew that you didn't feel safe.
♡ his face contorted-shock, fear, worry-but he kept on listening, and he looked so sympathetic to your plight, almost like a kicked puppy.
♡ you then have a great idea. Leon was strong and brave. could he possibly walk you home?
♡ at your asking, Leon lights up. were he a dog, his tail would be wagging.
♡ "I'll be your knight in shining armour," he says. and you believe it.
♡ when you close the shop, he's right behind you, carrying his gym bag in one arm and your umbrella in the other. he takes care to cover you with it, but it's not until you turn that you realise he's already drenched.
♡ he waves it off, joking that it's a shower.
♡ you feel bad, but when you try to insist on sharing it, he tosses you a pout that breaks your heart. damn you, heartthrob!
♡ he keeps on looking around during the walk to your apartment, as though you're about to get jumped at any moment. as strange as it seemed, you appreciated how vigilant he was.
♡ for once, you felt safe. there were no eyes on you besides Leon's careful, kind gaze. this was the most comforted you'd been in...a while.
♡ when you get to your apartment, the rain had doubled down, forcing the two of you to ditch the umbrella and run under the roof of the first floor, laughing as Leon shook the rain off like a dog.
♡ when you finally get to your apartment, your joy dissolves into fear. your stomach churns at the idea that K might be inside, trying to wait out Leon.
♡ you turn to Leon, and before you find it in you to say good night, you look him over.
♡ he looks a little bit like a puppy left out in the rain, in a cardboard box. he's happy to see you, sad that you're leaving, drenched, and giving you big, sad eyes.
let's be honest.
♡ were you going to say good night, giving Leon no reward for his kind act and potentially walking right into your potential stalker's arms?
♡ or were you going to invite him in, getting Leon some food and thanking him as well as hypothetically warding off K?
♡ when you asked him to come in, he practically did a jig. was he really that excited to see the inside of your apartment?
♡ he's a polite guest, which isn't surprising. he took off his shoes, set his bag by the door, and tried to dry off the best he could before sitting on your couch.
♡ you began digging around, trying to see what you had that would be moderately okay for a guest to eat, silently grateful that your home had been cleaning itself up.
♡ you turn every now and then to speak with Leon, and each time, he moves a step closer to you, giving you the most devoted look.
♡ it makes your heart pound, but you can't let it distract you.
♡ you finally give up, electing to order a pizza of Leon's choice, which ends up being your choice when he tells you to order your favourite.
♡ "I wanna know more about you!", he says.
♡ you pay for it, since he helped you, but he tries to help pay. when you refuse, he makes a small noise of what was presumably discontent, but he lets it go.
♡ while you're waiting for the pizza, you begin to confess your concerns with your home, about the cleaning and how items seem to be shuffling about of their own will.
♡ Leon's first guess, much like yours, was a gas leak. but he agrees, after a moment, that you should change your locks anyway.
♡ the conversation changed direction multiple times, going with the flow. Leon was a great listener, and every time you list something you like or hate, you can see him filing it away in his head.
♡ the rain gets harder, and the night gets longer.
♡ the pizza was delivered, and you two begin eating when-unceremoniously and without warning-the power went out. you could see off in the distance it wasn't just your apartment complex; it was a sizable chunk of the block you were on.
♡ there was a beat of silence between the two of you as you realised what happened.
♡ you got up to light some candles as Leon ran over to the door, fishing out a flashlight he had on him, for whatever reason.
♡ he passed it off to you, with a small frown. "I guess that's my cue to go," he said. his voice was low, upset at having your time together cut short. he was still a little wet, and it just made him look...a bit pathetic, to be honest.
♡ as you began to ask him if he was going to be okay in the rain, he mentioned that he lived thirty minutes from his gym, which was ten minutes from the bakery, which was five minutes from your apartment...
♡ which meant a miserable fifteen minutes spent in the rain and another 30 spent being cold and wet in the car.
no, you insisted-he could stay the night, if he wanted to wait out the rain.
♡ over the course of the night, you've come to realise a handful of things. one, Leon was sweet. two, he also got excited over what seemed to be the littlest things.
♡ his jaw dropped when you offered him to stay, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. it was as though you'd fulfilled his biggest wish and had ultimately become his saviour.
♡ you gave him some clothes to change into that once belonged to your brother-it's not like he'd wear them anymore-and instructed him to the bathroom.
♡ he found it in record time as you yourself got changed, ready to go to bed and wait out the power outage.
♡ when he stepped out, he had evidently dried down his hair with a towel that had been hanging in your bathroom, and looked at you with big eyes. he had also evidently decided to sleep on the couch, using a blanket from his bag (which you've decided to call his wonderbag, considering everything he pulls from it).
♡ you gave him two more, just to make sure he was comfortable, before wishing him good night.
♡ all was well. you were safe, you were home, and you could sleep.
♡ it wasn't until maybe two or three in the morning that you woke up to a nigh horrifying sight.
Leon was standing at the foot of your bed, staring at you.
♡ you let out a bit of a gasp, still too sleepy to realise really how strange it was. you asked him what he was doing, and his voice...how small it felt.
♡ "I thought you were gone."
♡ your heart breaks. god, Leon really was whipped. if even you could tell at that point, then it must've been some cupid-arrow shenanigans that got him this bad.
♡ in your haze, you just want to go back to sleep. so you pat the empty side of your bed, rolling over and shoving your head into your pillow.
♡ leon takes a second. he registers.
♡ "Do you want me to...sleep with you?"
♡ his awe is palpable. he asks twice, then thrice, each time with you answering with a nod until you ultimately just repeat him in your own voice.
♡ he climbs in and you realise he'd be trailing the blankets you gave him behind him, pulling them over the both of you when he got into the bed.
♡ there's a moment or two where he's just staring at you again, and you open your eyes with a soft smile. you tell him to get to bed.
♡ and you shut your eyes, sure that wherever K was, they were far, far away.
♡ ...did Leon just get closer?
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hiiiiii it’s royal anon 🤭 temporary break from the kind-of-tangled-au brain rot bc. I saw the post about athlete!wrio with a cheerleader!reader and I can’t stop thinking about it 😭 he’s def the kind of guy to get nervous when you get thrown in the air for a trick; it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he knows you’re good at what you do, but he doesn’t always trust the other members to always catch you perfectly. It’s not a personal thing he’s just protective <3 I also like to think that if you have a halftime performance or smth during one of his games (which depends on the sport lol), he might try to sneak away from his team meeting a little bit early to try and catch the performance bc. he’s down so bad. OKAY THATS ALL TY FOR UR TIME LMAO
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[ athlete!wrio x cheerleader!reader ]
AAA HI ROYAL !!! Super sorry it took me a while to get to this one </3
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But deffo 🥺 The first few times he watched you do flips and tricks in the air, just to land on your hands precariously balanced on top of other people, he totally flinched. Had his heart racing, the whole shebang. Like, logically he knows that you've been doing this just as long as he's been doing his own sport, and that there were spotters there to make sure you were okay, but he can't help it. But he knows that you're practiced, that you guys are all competent, so he roots himself to his seat and cheers the loudest after you take your bow.
And after you're done? He makes sure to run up to you, run up to you and hug you tight. He runs his hands over your arms, your middle. He fusses over you and asks if you're okay. And when you laugh and assure him that yes, you promise you're fine, only then does he breathe out a big sigh of relief.
"Thank the archons," he mumbles. "Those flips were insane, I don't think i could even dream of doing those. I got real worried a few times."
"Mm," you hum, smiling gently. "But I came out alright, and we did amazing if i do say so myself."
He laughs then, pulling you closer. Your head buried in his chest, his arms wrapped tight around you. "Damn right you did amazing," he sais, pride dripping from his voice.
AND AND AND AKJSNDKJUSA OH he would totally try to sneak in any kind of affection he can from you 🥺🥺 He's so so so down bad, that whenever he passes you, regardless if his teammates or yours are around, or if there's an audience, he does not care— he will run up to you and ask you for a good luck kiss, right then and there, and he won't budge unless you give him one.
Doesn't care if his teammates jeer or tease him to move his ass! either. Doesn't care that your cheer squad is awwing behind you. He just cares about getting another bit of affection from you, and when you give it to him? Well damn, he feels so much energy rush through his body that this game is as good as won.
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Omg why so you hurt me with phantom feeling he's gonna be sent back 😢
AAA i'm sorry!! have some tiny bit of fluff!! actually @ghostygirl96 asked for ant with more ghouls and since then i've been thinking about raintom sooo.
it's been two weeks since phantom asked papa that question, and they had no way of really knowing what was going in, omega and aether gave them all the silence treatment and papa would look at them with sad eyes.
their only way of knowing how phantom is is from aurora and she wouldn't leave him unless omega and aether were with him, and when it happened she would just stare at them, not in a mean way necessarily, but more like they hurt her. and rain knows that they had.
he remembers when he said it to phantom's face. phantom was wearing aether's helmet and something just snapped in rain.
he remembers how he ripped it off of phantom's head, how he just yelled at him, he doesn't remember what he said specifically but he knows that the pain in phantom's eyes made him happy in some way.
he remembers how far away and calm phantom's eyes looked when he just started at the already gone stars. he remembers them focusing, just for a second, on his own eyes when he kneeled in front of phantom, trying to get him to snap out of it, and how the hurt in them was so strong, so much, too much.
and he remembers how he saw that pain in aether's eyes when he asked then why would they do that to phantom.
he wanted to yell.
he really don't know what gave them that idea, what made them think it was even okay to say out loud.
it felt like he let everyone down.
there's not much he can do about it, what's done is done, he isn't going to try and make time turn back like mountain's doing. he isn't going to long around and hope for the best like dew and swiss. he isn't going to make it seem like nothing ever happened and they accepted the new ghoul from the start like cumulus and cirrus.
if anything, he might take notes from aurora. who he knows is doing laundry right now.
or maybe even from aether and omega. who he knows are in the infirmary right now.
and he's definitely not doubting himself in front of phantom's door right now. and just because he's so not doubting himself, he twists the knob and opens the door.
phantom's room is dark and cold, he can smell aurora, aether and omega, and he smiles at that.
there's little stars and hearts shaped stickers decorating the walls and he knows that aurora put them there.
phantom isn't really asleep, his eyes are open, but he doesn't acknowledge rain, or moves, and for a split second rain is sure that phantom is zoned out the same way he was that morning. but just as he's about to panic phantom opened his mouth.
"i'm sorry."
and that all it took for rain to cry.
the door closed behind him as he walked over to phantom's bed, sitting on the edge even though he knows he don't deserve even that. "please, don't," rain stops to wipe his tears away, "you did nothing wrong phant." to which phantom just shrugged, his mouth opening and closing, as if he wants to say something but regrets it.
"i'm sorry," rain said, echoing phantom's words from just a few seconds ago, "i wish i could take it all back, i swear to satan, if i could go back and yell at us i would. with no hesitation."
"it's okay, i'm sorry that aether is mad at you." and phantom's eyes were still so filled with pain rain almost stopped breathing.
"i'm not here for aether, or for anyone else, i'm just here for you, we all miss you, so much, we-" he took a breath "i'm so sorry. you are important, to everyone."
and as phantom smiled at him, rain couldn't stop himself from thinking about how much he likes his smile. much more than the pain in his eyes.
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