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screampied · 4 months

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23 MISSED CALLS.

☆ summary. you had always nagged to your boyfriend satoru to answer his damn phone. it’d always go straight to voicemail—you told him in your own words, ‘toru, what if something ever happened to you?’ but this time, it was far too late.

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tags. gn!reader, angst, nickname(s) 'baby, angel.'

an. idk how to write angst much but i was sad so came up w this. merry christmas :)

“hey heyy, it’s satoru. uh, you’ve reached the—eheh what does that lady say again…? you’ve reached the voicemail box of.. gojo satoru. leave a message after the beep, beeeeep. heh, bye.”

such a dork.

you lost count of how many times you listened to that automatic message over and over again. the playful cheekiness in his voice, you could just see his smile. the dumb dimples that poke out against both of his cheeks whenever he grinned.

a cute dork. your dork.

besides that though, it’s been at least twenty three times of you ringing him, but to no avail. each time it went straight to voicemail—sucking your teeth in confusion, you started pacing around your bedroom. it was christmas morning, and gojo promised he’d be here before you wake up.

he couldn’t be…

no, he’s gojo satoru. he always wins, right?

right..?

the more you waited, the more impatient you became. the room grew colder and colder, despite the heat being turned on. you sat on gojo’s side of the bed, inhaling his scent, as if he was here right now.

he’d always fill up the room with his loud cologne scents—you’re always telling him how it’s too strong and he always kisses your cheek, muttering, “eh really? i don’t smell it that much, baby..”

the scent was always sweet, a mixture of cinnamon and multiple other spices—you glanced at the roségold alarm clock that rested against your nightstand, the time reading six thirty am.

he still wasn’t here.

it was hard to not overthink, think the worst, gojo was always so good at calming your nerves. you’d be one to constantly overthink. his trick to stop that was to simply hold you in his arms, stroke your hair and tell you in a soft cheery voice, “hey angel, everything’s gonna be okay. i’m okay, we’re okay.”

but again, he still wasn’t here.

gojo mentioned to you before he left last night around midnight he had to ‘take care of something’ — his code word of he’s about to go into battle or fight, but he didn’t want you to worry about him.

that’s the very last thing he wanted. and if anything, he always assured you he’d be okay. even if he was beaten to a pulp by his enemies, he’d always return back home to you with that stupid lovable grin on his face.

so what made christmas day any different?

you swallowed the thick, nonexistent lump in your throat, trying to snap out of your deep melancholy thoughts. dragging your feet,

you rubbed your eyes from the sun just barely shinning through the curtains scattered throughout the house.

with a soft sigh, you made your way towards the christmas tree — the pretty lengthy tree the both of you decorated together last minute, a tiny smile went on your face at remembering how gojo kept accidentally breaking all of the ornaments, so he had to constantly keep buying new ones.

lights, glimmery multicolored lights, a plethora of ornaments and a pretty sheeny star sits at the very top. you sat on your knees, before glancing down at the various presents — one caught your eye, it was a tiny box. a velvet heart shaped box, and gojo told you it was the biggest surprise yet.

you paused, glancing down at your phone that was about it to die soon, wondering why gojo still hasn’t returned any of your calls.

he’s been gone for hours, and the knot in your stomach continued to tighten—it felt like something inside of you was squeezing, tugging you from the inside.

was this what a gut feeling feels like? something was telling you, screaming at you that something wasn’t right.

with shaky hands, you went to his contact for what seems like the millionth time, staring at the image that was his picture, him and you.

the both of you were being goofy, it was a old polaroid picture a few years ago of the both of you during your birthday.

he spoiled you so much that day, but as always he never forgot to repeat how much he loved you.

the phone rang three times and your mind pretty much knew mentally he wasn’t gonna answer, it was a bit foolish for you to continuously keep trying. but something in you told yourself, it’s satoru. he’s gonna answer. anything to reassure yourself, this happens a lot — gojo’s the type of person who always has his phone on silent, or he says he’ll call you back but ends up forgetting.

after a few rings, the same automatic voicemail plays, and just hearing his voice again, no matter how many times — it never fails to make your heart swoon.

you intake a sharp breath, closing your eyes before bringing the warm phone up to your ear, pressing it against your cheek before speaking in a voice.

a voice you hardly recognized, “…toru?” and you were on the brink of tears, it was easy to hear and you tried not to let your emotions get the best of you but at this point..

was it really worth holding on to?

fifteen long seconds passed and you forgot the phone was still in your hand.

you sniffled, gathering yourself briefly before continuing in a soft drowsy voice, “h-hey, um. i don’t mean to blow your phone up but, you aren’t responding and i’m getting kind of scared. are you okay?”

you pause again, feeling the sting of tears nearly escape through your eyelids before you squeeze your eyes shut, lightly squeezing your left thigh to prevent any more emotions from revealing themselves.

“i um, just wanna say i love you, and i hope you’re okay. i didn’t wanna open my gifts until you got here but you’re taking forever..”

and you manage to crack a tiny smile that purses against your lips—yet after a while, it fades and your heart feels like it’s just walking on egg shells. “but anyway, yeah. i love you satoru, text or call me back so i know you’re alright, please? and just get home safe okay? bye.”

you hung up the phone and a single tear ran down your cheek.

so much time had passed, and he still wasn’t here. it was nearly seven in the morning now, and your dumb curiosity got the best of you—you wondered what gojo’s big surprise gift was.

he wanted you to wait to see your reaction, but you were just so curious, so enthused.

you started to peel the pretty striped velvet wrapping paper off, one at a time, it was neatly wrapped with a perfect red and blank bow tied on the top.

once you opened it, it had a tiny black box, and your eyebrows raised, a note sticking out the side. grabbing it, you revealed it and it read in neat handwriting:

“hi baby!! merry merry christmas, i’m kinda tearing up while writing this, and i know i know you probably just wanna see the gift but first read this ‘kay? just wanna say i love love you so much, and i’m so glad we’ve been together for almost four years now. you mean everything to me, you’re so sweet and kind, always there whenever i need to talk my feelings out, or even if i just need to lay on you and fall asleep. but anywho, you know who loves you? this guy! hopefully i made you smile as you read this, im probably not at home yet but ill be back soon. don’t worry your pretty little head, alright? i love you baby, merry christmas from your honored one, xoxo.”

tears were in your eyes—and it was like you could hear him, he was right, you did manage to smile. sniffling, you placed the note aside before opening the small black box.

once you pulled the top back, your eyes widened, seeing a small coruscating ring. your heart sang, blinking twice to make sure your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

gojo was planning to propose..?

the ring was so pretty.

various scattered crushed up like pearls around the top, and once the tears started, they kept streaming down your face. you quickly pulled it out, sliding it on your ring finger and it was a perfect fit — in a frail sob, you mumble, “y-yes, i’ll marry you satoru.”

yet — that’s when you wake up, finally snapping back to reality. confused with tears still streaming down your face, burning.

“satoru?”

no answer.

you get up from the bed, your eyes widen before you look at your right hand — and the engagement ring was still there. a sigh of relief exits your mouth, and that’s when you make your way towards the kitchen.

nothing to worry about, maybe you just fell asleep while opening the gift. yeah, that had to be it.

although, the atmosphere of your house felt different. taking a quick glance in the living room, the christmas tree wasn’t there anymore, it wasn’t snowing, and it was almost as if you lived by yourself.

“satoru?” you called out again, before pulling out your phone — scrolling towards your messages and your heart suddenly sank. the last message you sent him was two years ago, a subtle ‘satoru, it’s christmas and you’re still not here? are you okay?’

christmas…?

you pulled a tab down on your phone — and the date read march 17th. approximately two years later from when you last sent that message, and you were so confused.

but the further you scrolled down, you saw messages from others, sending you their regards and condolences for your loss….loss?

the recent message was from geto — and your last reply was, ‘thank you, i’m doing okay. i just still can’t believe he’s gone.”

. . .

you felt sick — tear after tear racing down both sides of your face before coming to the sudden unfathomable realization.

gojo never came back home for one reason and one reason only. he died a painful death those long two years ago, even though he swore he’d come back to you on christmas.

perhaps everything was all a lie.

sometimes people don’t win all the time, not even the honored one, the love of your life, gojo satoru.

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 2 months

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What about Coryo and childhood friend reader who are very close and spend all their time together. They gossip about a classmate getting rumorly pregnant and the conversation turn into sex and they talk about experiences (lack of) and end up doing stuff and learning together about pleasure. I’m a sucker for virgin reader and coryo smut

Request: Virgin coriolanus and reader touching each other in secret

Request: young snow with prompt 2 ehehe ‘’No one needs to know.’’

Warnings: 18+, smut, ooc!Coriolanus, virgin!Coryo, virgin!reader, mutual masturbation, p + v (just the tip), let me know if I missed some

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‘’Some people should not be allowed to procreate. The world does not need more superior thinking brats like Arachne Crane,’’ Coriolanus said concerning the rumors about your classmate’s alleged pregnancy.

It wasn’t a very nice thing to say, but you had to agree with him.

‘’Who do you think is the unlucky father?’’ you asked, getting deeper into the gossips instead of focussing on the subject you were studying. ‘’Festus?’’

Coriolanus shrugged, taking a pen and scribbling down some notes. ‘’I don’t know. Probably. I doubt it’s true, though. Because if it were, Arachne’s dad would arrange a marriage to cover up the pregnancy. Can’t have his darling daughter pregnant with a bastard.’’

The conversation died down and you both went back to your textbooks. Exams were in a few weeks, and you needed good grades to get into university. You also promised Coriolanus to help him and make quiz cards. If he doesn't get the best grades, the Plint prize will go to another student and he won’t be able to attend university with you.

‘’Have you ever…?‘’ you asked in the quiet of the bedroom, curiosity hanging in the air.

Your question had him confused at first, but it clicked and he shook his head. ‘’No.’’ Coriolanus cleared his throat, uncomfortable to dive into a private subject. ‘’I mean, I have…you know. Myself,’’ he corrected, always honest with you. ‘’Just, not…with someone. Have you?’’

By your parents’ request, you were preserving yourself for marriage. You never understood why they insisted on you being pure or how it was any of their business, but you respected their request.

You shook your head. ‘’No.’’ Grabbing a piece of paper, you searched for your pen, which seemed to have gone missing on Coriolanus’ bed. ‘’Do you have a pen I can borrow? I’m gonna get started with the flashcards.’’

He grabbed a spare one from his desk and handed it to you. ‘’Why did you want to know?’’

‘’Just curious.’’

You began writing down some questions, your pen gliding over the flashcards.

It wasn’t until your pile of flashcards tipped on the side and fell on the bed that you realized how many you had made. You chuckled at the little mishap, and the sound of your laughter caught Coriolanus' attention.

‘’Wow. How many are there?’’ he asked, looking over at the scattered flashcards.

You shrugged, gathering the flashcards into a neat pile. ‘’Lost count. Are you ready to be quizzed?’’

He closed his textbooks and joined you on the bed, sitting criss-cross. There was a nervous look on his face, but you reassured him.

‘’Don't worry, you've got this, Coryo.’’ You gave him an encouraging smile. ‘’If you get ten right…I’ll reward you with a kiss.’’ It was meant as a joke, but Coriolanus didn't get it.

‘’A kiss?’’ the blond repeated, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. He expected a cookie or a strawberry, not a kiss.

‘’Unless you don’t want me to kiss you—’’

‘’I didn’t say that!’’

The sun started to go down when you made it through half the flashcards. As expected, Coriolanus did a great performance. He was always on top of his subjects, focussing on his academics instead of social life. All his hard work was paying off.

It also meant that you owed him a kiss.

Biting your bottom lip, you suddenly felt shy. Why did you make that deal?

‘’You do remember we were each other’s first kiss, do you?’’ Coriolanus reminded, sensing your hesitation.

Although it happened three years ago, the image was vivid in your mind. It was your fourteenth birthday. You asked him to kiss you as a birthday present so you wouldn’t have to lie to the girls at the academy when they asked if you had kissed anyone yet. Any other boy would have laughed, but Coriolanus just nodded and pressed his lips on yours.

You took a steady breath, telling yourself you had to honor your promises, and leaned over the space between you to kiss him. You counted to five, then pulled back slightly. Coriolanus opened his eyes, their ocean blue hue appearing brighter from up close. They were so beautiful — he was so beautiful.

Before you could break your staring, Coriolanus cupped the side of your face and drew you back in for another kiss. You kissed him back by instinct, but you were confused. Was he not satisfied by your kiss? Maybe you should have counted to ten instead of five?

The delicate brush of his thumb against your cheek pulled you out of your thoughts, luring you into a bubble of warmth and tenderness. His lips were soft against yours, and the faint scent of roses enveloped you. He always smelled of roses.

His hand settled at the small of your back, pulling you closer across the bed. You let him guide you, pawing at the front of his button up to hold yourself up at his height. A soft gasp left your lips when Coriolanus slipped his tongue to deepen the kiss, a rush of emotions flooding through you. You tangled your hands in his hair, letting your pulsions lead until you were both breathless.

‘’What are we doing?’’ you asked quietly, almost a whisper.

You were delving into uncharted territories, taking untraveled roads of your friendship without knowing where they would lead you.

Coriolanus didn’t respond, not knowing what to say.

Your fingers brushed his curls from his eyes as his nose brushed yours, eager to get his lips on yours again. He glanced at you, searching your eyes for some guidance, but you were just as lost as him.

‘’I want to kiss you again,’’ Coriolanus confessed, the hand on your back moving to your hip. ‘’I want… I want you.’’

Have me, you wanted to tell him. Take all of me, but a small voice at the back of your head reminded you of the promise you made to your parents.

‘’If you don’t put it in, you’re still gonna be a virgin,’’ he said, as if he had read your mind.

Coriolanus used his desk chair to block the door, ensuring no one would come in. Tigris was out and Grandma'am was tending to her flowers, but he didn't want to risk it. You felt also more comfortable with the door blocked and his makeshift curtain slightly closed. The Snow penthouse was so high, it was impossible to see inside from another building.

You began taking off your clothes in a comfortable silence, your dark pink dress joining Coriolanus’ button up and trousers on the floor. Left in your undergarments, you sat on the bed facing each other. You bit your bottom lip as you averted your eyes from your friend’s half naked body, uncertain if you should be looking.

Holding your breath, you reached back and undid your bra while Coriolanus removed his white boxers. It wasn’t as nerve-wracking if you both undressed at the same time. You felt your face flush as your eyes lowered to his cock, seeing it soft and resting against his thigh. There was light blond hair at the base, which matched the hair on his head.

Coriolanus’s cock twitched as he glanced at your chest. Your breasts were full enough to not be considered small and your nipples were perfectly peaked. You were the prettiest girl he ever laid his eyes on.

Not giving yourself time to feel shy, you followed suit by taking your last layer off, lifting your hips to pull it down. There wasn’t much room to move around so Coriolanus helped you get your panties down the rest of your legs, and dropped them on the bed.

‘’Thanks.’’

You fought the reflex to clamp your legs shut the way a lady should, and instead parted them, revealing your glistening core. From this position, your labias were parted like a flower, completely exposed to your best friend's eyes.

You dipped between your folds to collect moisture and started rubbing your clit with the tip of your thumb.

Coriolanus scooted closer to you, and effortlessly gripped his hand around his cock to stroke it nice and slow while he watched you. He followed your pace, leaned his head back when he swiped his thumb over the leaky red tip, and tried not to make any sound.

You looked over at Coriolanus, and your core clenched. Now you understood what Clemensia was talking about in the girls locker rooms. Without stopping your motions on your clit, you brought two fingers and slowly slipped them inside of you, making you gasp. You usually started with one, but you needed something bigger that you didn't want to admit out loud.

Closing your eyes, you let your imagination run free, imagining Coriolanus' cock inside you, filling you up. ‘’Ah, Coryo,’’ you slipped, letting go of your clit to grope one of your breasts and pull on your taut nipple.

Coriolanus couldn’t stop the groan from escaping his lips when he heard you moan his name. He picked up speed as he stared at you, the springs on his mattress creaking underneath. This is why he always did this in the shower.

When you opened your eyes, you pulled out your fingers andrested your hand on Coriolanus' knee. ‘’Can I try?’’

The room hung in a momentary silence, the weight of your question settling between you and Coriolanus. His usually composed demeanor faltered, and he was momentarily lost for words, caught off guard by the words that left your mouth.

‘’I-if you want to.’’ He removed his hand from his cock and followed with his gaze as your hand bravely traveled up his thigh.

Gently, you wrapped your hand around him. It was heavier than you thought, and warm. You began moving your hand up and down, but it wasn’t slippery enough for your liking so you dipped your fingers between your folds to collect some of your arousal to lubricate your strokes.

‘’That’s better,’’ you said to yourself.

Coriolanus wanted to kiss you. That was hot.

Not wanting you to be neglected, he grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer, draping your legs over his so he could play with your clit and breasts. Lewd noises filled the room, coming from both of your mouths. It was a blessing Grandma’am had hearing troubles because the walls at the penthouse were thin.

As you began to work towards your climax, you directed Coriolanus’ cock toward your pussy and pressed his tip against your folds. If you don’t put it in, you’re still gonna be a virgin, he had said. The pressure situated onto your pussy felt so delicious.

Sensing what you were trying to do, Coriolanus got a better idea. He moved your hands away and rubbed his tip against your puffy clit. The tingling sensation began to overwhelm you, bringing tears to your eyes while he continued to stroke your folds and clit with his cock.

‘’Ahh! Yes, Coryo— That feels so good!’’

The both of you were making a choir of beautiful whines and moans as you could feel your release approaching quickly. You came with a cry when you felt his tip pushing through without getting in fully, quivering against him.

Coriolanus couldn't look away from your core, overwhelmed by how warm and wet you felt around him. He continued to rub himself against you until white strings dribbled out of the head of his cock, painting your pussy with a beautiful mess.

‘’That was…’’ you panted out, looking down at yourself. ‘’No one needs to know, right?’’

‘’No one needs to know,’’ he confirmed.

''Should we get back to the flashcards?''

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fl4r3z · 4 months

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"𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬."

(𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫?)

𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐭𝐚 (ゆうた) 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut MDNI!!, Fingering, Afab! Reader, P in V, Blood, Vaginal Sex, Yuta eating Reader out, Yuta cumming inside, Dead body, Cannibalism, Dismembered body parts (not readers), Yuta is his own warning, Jealous! Yandere! Yuuta.

𝐀/𝐍: Now, please let me know if i missed any warnings! I tried making this days ago but got mad cause i couldn't make the text centered... Here it is!!!

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭? 𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐞𝐬.

You've been dating Yuta for over a week now. Right now, you're outside of his apartment, waiting for him to open up as you rang the door bell. He didn't know you were coming over today, nor was he prepared. You plan on making it a suprise to make it more romantic, right?

Yuta got the door and he was surprised to see you on his doorstep.

"(Name)? I thought we talked about how i was going to your apartment later in to the day?" Yuta is now looking at you with a confused look.

"Well...i got impatient because you know..! It's you we're talking about!" You said excitingly as you went inside his apartment and plopped into his couch, acting like you were home. "Sorry, did i disturb you?"

"No, of course not! I'm happy to see that you're here! " Yuta exclaims as he walks over to you. Well inside he just knows that he's so happy that you were beside him. So, so, so happy. "I was trying to catch up on my cooking skills but, eh.. i tried cooking fried egg and well.... Please don't mind the mess. "

You giggled. "Is that why it's that messy in here?" You're now looking at him slightly giggling. You weren't entirely sure what to do now that you're in his house—you were just waiting for his reponse or waiting till he gets an idea of what to do.

"Well- Yeah..you should've atleast let me knew you were going- it's embarrassing for you to see the mess i made..." He feels humiliated, who knows why? Maybe he's just so shy that even his apartment being messy leads him to a blushing mess.

You absolutely think he looks so, so cute flustered and red.— "Do you think we should...go to the cafe? It's a new one, just right across here. " Yuta asked. " And to also avoid my messy apartment! Eheh.. " It was starting to sound confusing on why he hates seeing the mess on his apartment so much. Maybe he just thinks it's humiliating? Right? WRONG.

"Great idea! Yuta you're amazing when it comes to planning! You should definitely just plan out my whole life" You laugh while trying to put your shoes on.— Yuta on the other hand, he'd definitely love planning out your whole life. He'd love you obeying all his orders. Everything. He didnt think it was a bad idea generally, he thought it was the best.

As you guys stepped outside, you both started walking through the sidewalk. "Hmm, what do you usually order in cafe's, Yuta?" You looked at him.

"Well, i like trying out different things. Usually to find out which is best, so anything sounds good!" He knew you'd offer him your favorite, he wanted to know it. So that he could pin it to his headboard and get it for you everyda—.

"You should definitely try out (favorite coffee/order)! It tastes absolutely amazing!" You said happily. He knew it, you were gonna tell him your favorite. Now he has a new favorite drink.

If you search up on the internet "people who decides with other persons decisions" you'd see a picture of Yuta if you clicked images. Yuta thinks that whatever you like, he must like. Even if he has to force himself into doing it. That's just how much he loves you!

You guys entered the cafe, and the smell of coffee filled both of yours noses. You both picked a seat, got each others orders, and you went to the cashier.

Yuta was following you with his eyes everywhere you go. Eventually, you end up into the cashier, handing over the orders.�� Yuta didn't fail to notice that the cashier who was talking to you was, a guy. Now, that definitely brought up something from inside of him.

He knows why he's acting like this, and was trying to secure himself to not kill him infront of you. Of course! Who wants to see someone you love with your whole heart kill someone infront of you, right?! That would definitely ruin everything.

It's been 6 minutes. He was glaring bullets into the persons head. He's mad, especially now that he noticed that the person was hitting up on you. You eventually got back to your seat, you didn't fail to notice that Yuta was looking down at the table.

"Yuta? Are you okay? Did something happen?" You asked him, slightly tapping his shoulder.

"The guy, was he hitting up on you?" He asked, trying to contain his anger. But he probably didn't do it correctly, cause you knew he was mad.

"Yes he was, but Yuta, you don't have to worry! I rejected him and told him i already had someone..he even wrote his number on the recei-" You stopped when Yuta grabbed the receipt off your hands. Leaving you with a shocked impression.

That was what happened 2 days ago, when everything wasn't wrong yet.

In front of you, was the persons dead body. Inside of Yuta's kitchen, it was dark, only the light of the kitchen was glimming, the rest were off. His hands, legs, and arms were gone. Everything was a bloody view. It was horrifying.

Behind you was Yuta, he was giggling and speaking like all these, were normal to him. You were horrified, you were trembling.

"See (Name)....? This is what happens when someone other than me gives you attention. Have you learned..?" he was approaching you, your heart was pounding so fast. You were scared. "Please, don't be scared! I won't do anything to you!"

You were silent, not letting a single word drop. He approached you, hugging you from behind. "You love me, right? Right (Name)?"

Silence.

"Of course! D-dont hurt me..please...I promise, i love you, Yuta!" You weren't lying though, you loved Yuta. Even if he just killed someone.

"G-great! I love you too, (Name).." he started slipping the strap of your dress from your shoulders. "And, if i ever find out that you're lying..Then," he pulled a sharp knife. "I'll kill you, okay? So you better not be lying..it would be a shame to kill someone like you."

You felt cold sweat running down your neck. Just from the tone of his voice, he doesn't seem like he was lying. "Yes, i promise, i love you.."

"Then you'd let me help you prove that it's true?" He said whilst reaching for your tits, now he doesn't care if it was big or not, he would love groping it.

"... Yes."

Now you were laying on his couch, naked. He was sucking your tits like a baby who was starved. Playing with the other nipple, flicking it and squeezing it.

"Will you give me all of you?" He was on top of you, his voice was low but was loud enough for the both of you to hear. You could feel his erection as he pressed his body on you. He wanted, no, he needed to hear your response.

Your legs were in heat and you were sweating so hard.

"yes, please..just please... " You muttered into his touch.

"See, you dont need anyone else. You only need me, I'll give you everything. Everything you need." His voice was hitching.

You felt his mouth onto your neck to your lower abdomen, giving you trails of kisses. He positioned himself between your legs, raising one leg then diving his mouth into your pussy, earning a loud gasp from you.

"Holy shit, Yuu..." You throw your head back from the pleasure.

Now all his stalking ability would be used. The way he'd watch you from your window, fingering yourself, doing all sorts of things to relieve yourself. He knows everything, from how to make you overstimulated, how to make you orgasm, and on how long you'd last.

He pulls away from your pussy, his mouth and chin covered in your slick. "You taste so good, (Name).."

He rhen positioned you near the couches hand guide, earning a suprised gasp from your lips.—He then unzips his pants, pulling his aching hard dick. You couldn't help but think on how that would've fit you! It was wayyy bigger than any other you'd saw.

"Don't worry (Name).. it'll fit.. I'll make it fit." Yuta murmured. He directed his tip on the entrance of your hole, pressing it. He puts his index finger in mouth.

Yuta carefully puts his dick inside your pussy, earning a breathy moan from you.

"s'tight (Name).." He starts pulling it out, then pushes it in again, and again, and again! You swear you could feel it growing inside of you. It just felt too good.

"g'nna mold your pussy, yeah?" He sounds like his voice was about to give up. He's so painfully hard for you. "(Name) pleaseplease" you could hear him starting to moan and whimper.

You were a moaning mess, covered in sweat, and your whole body was heating. You felt like you were about to orgasm any second now. It just felt so amazing, he's rutting himself so hard and fast inside you.— You bet your insides were bruised by the next day.

"Holy shit Yuu!" You were slowly feeling your orgasm chase closely.

"g'nna cum (Name)..!" Yuta was whimpering beyond this point, he couldn't tell what was going on anymore, his brain was dead. All he could think about was ruining you and fucking you so deep that he'd cum inside and paint your walls.— "S'close" was the only thing you could hear from him.

"g'nna cum inside you, yeah? Pleaseplease let me (Name)!" Yuta begs you with a high pitched voice.

"pleasepleaseplease!" He cums inside. You were both panting, sighing, and breathing so heavily. Yuta pressed his lips onto yours, sharing saliva's.

"(Name)..could you help me hide the body..?" Yuta asked you willingly and nervous.

"What?! What if we get caught?? We're going to ja-" Yuta cuts you off.— "Don't worry about that now!" He places the body into an abnormally huge sack.

"where's the other body parts?!?" You asked him nervously and scared. — " well uhm.. " he hums.

"well?!"— "(Name),— do you remember the pie that i gave you?"

You felt yourself about to vomit.

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request // celebrations of your and aventurine's birthday :) written with gender neutral reader in mind, fluff ! :) perhaps his final gift for you may be considered ooc by some, but I truly and firmly believe in sentimental, romantic aventurine with all my might <3

* last part in your birthday's celebration, I left an open space so you can imagine the place that may be important or romantic to you in some way, so I don't ruin the moment, eheh :3

dividers by @/cafekitsune :)

• Aventurine's birthday

as mentioned before, given Aventurine's rather rough childhood, he never got to experience the perks of being a child or having his birthday celebrated. Truthfully, he rarely got celebrated as a person given his roots, so it's quite an unfamiliar experience for him overall. Due to that, he doesn't expect anything from you. He doesn't daydream about it simply because he doesn't even understand what birthdays are all about. Anything he wants, he can get now, so it's really not a big deal to him

however, contrary to his beliefs and mindset, you have a lot of ideas. You are aware that there isn't really a gift you can buy that he didn't already get for himself long time ago, so your main focus becomes the celebration of him and pouring your love out by preparing a huge surprise!

he is an intelligent man, but he tends to be slightly naïve around you - that, combined with his genuine disinterest in his birthday makes your plan go smoothly! You plan out for weeks in advance, making a deal with Topaz and a few other of his coworkers to surprise him at work in order to start the day in good spirits and get most out of it. They promise that they won't mention anything about you as you behave like his birthday isn't a big deal to you either - all while preparing a huge surprise for him at home

he texts you at some point, telling you about the surprise his coworkers threw for him. From the tone of his message, you can tell that he was, in fact, pleasantly surprised, however you ignore a message as you begin to put up decorations of all sorts. You mostly go for peacock colors as they do represent celebrations, pride and happiness. You tape balloons in green, blue and red colors all over your shared apartment, making it much more vibrant and beautiful. You use golden balloons to spell out "happy birthday", taping them on the biggest wall in the living room <3

you bake him a cake after going through all sorts of recepies, finding the tastiest one based on the ratings - a huge chocolate cake in a heart shape with strawberries on the edges. You spell "I love you" in a white frosting, admiring your good work for a moment before putting it on the table so he sees it almost immediately as he enters the apartment <3 You add one candle as he is turning one year older, but it's also more sufficient given the nature of the cake

gifts were a tricky part, but you managed to find something that he doesn't have, yet it might be meaningful to him. You get a custom pair of golden rings, one having engraved "pride" on the inner part and the other having "love" engraved in order to always remind him that he is your pride as well as your love. Aventurine does have a lot of rings, but none of them are truly sentimental in any way, so you hope that this will be up to his taste while also having parts of your heart on them <3

then, you nervously wait for his arrival. He should be home in a couple of minutes and each minute feels a year long. You are slightly worried about his reaction, but you hope for the best as you closely listen for the footsteps. Finally, you hear the key going into the lock as your heart beats out of your chest, hand quickly reaching for a lighter to light up the candle and place the rings in front of the cake

"Hey babe, I sent you a message, have you-"

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Rinnie, happy birthday to you!" you sing happily, clapping your hands as your body trembles with mixture of excitement and nervousness. Aventurine remains still, hands filled with bags of gifts from his coworkers, gaze rushing throughout the room. He blinks a few times, lips parting a bit as you rock your body back and forth, trying to subside the anxious nerves.

"I don't know if you mind.." you finally speak up in a insecure tone, unsure of his thoughts at the moment. He quickly drops the bags on the floor, embracing you into a tight, such a tight hug, slightly lifting you up in the process.

"Why did you drop the bags?! Topaz got you an expensive watch!" you say panicky, but quickly return the hug with a soft chuckle.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you..!" Aventurine whispers into your ear, gratitude and excitement evident in his tone as he gently twirls you around, finally putting you on the ground, even though he still keeps you close. He slowly leans away, eyes admiring you, then the cake, then you again.

"How did you know about the watch?" he raises his eyebrow, tone suddenly more serious, but a soft smile spreads across his face as he gains a nervous reaction out of you.

"Ahh, don't mind that! The candle is going to melt away completely, time to make a wish!" you point at the cake, voice a mixture of nervousness and happiness. He just gives you a knowing look, gently kissing your cheek, then your nose, your forehead and finally placing a soft kiss on your lips.

you sing him a song again before he blows a candle that was barely even holding up, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered to him right now, but you. When he sees the gift you got him and hears your messy explanation of the meaning behind it, he just embraces you into a tight, warm hug again. Immediately after, he takes off his usual rings and puts the ones you got him, making you kiss them so they hold more of you in them. He won't tell you that when you are away from each other and he misses you, he might just kiss the rings himself <3

you spend the rest of the day enjoying together, but Aventurine makes sure to tell you how much this means to him as it truly changed his perspective on things once more. Now, he looks forward to celebrating his birthdays, even gaining a bit of playful cockiness as he jokes how he deserves a prince treatment for every single one of them. But, what he truly believes in and feels deep in his heart is exactly what he wished for while blowing out a candle - he wishes to keep growing old alongside you as your laughter and sweet song welcomes him every next birthday <3

• Your birthday

Aventurine is less of a stay-at-home surprise for your birthday. He is probably more excited about it than you are, truth to be told. Which can be confirmed by the way he anxiously waits for midnight to give you all the gifts as well as the endless kisses and birthday wishes!

as soon as the clock turns midnight, he is on top of you, embracing you in a bear hug as he places kisses all over your face. He will be a bit cheesy and dramatic about it, repeating "It's my baby's birthday!" over and over again as he rolls you around in the bed, keeping you tightly hugged with him <3

as soon as you manage to utter words of gratefulness as soft giggles sneak up in-between, he jumps, quickly going to a place where he was hiding all the presents for you! Now, be prepared, because he can and he will get you every single thing you mentioned in past 6 months or so, no matter how absurd, no matter even if you aren't interested in those things anymore :3

he will eagerly wait for you to open them, praising your shocked expression each time you open a gift, only to be met with some things that you mentioned perhaps once, with not even giving it remote importance at the time. Books, electronics, clothes, shoes, mangas, jewerly, equipment - truly anything you may have even thought about is yours now :3

before you get a chance to scold him, as he knows you probably will, he runs out of the room, leaving you alone for a couple of minutes. You did know that he is extra, but as he walks back into the room with a cake that has 3 levels - you truly see how extra he is. You have to remind him that it's only the two of you, so he should bring some to his coworkers when he goes to work. Your idea is met with a harsh scoff, you do own a fridge and this is your cake in your favorite colors and flavors - therefore, no one else gets a taste! (besides him, of course)

then, he sings you a song while lighting up the candles, softly admiring how pretty you are, especially when you are all mushy and happy. He makes a joke that you have nothing to wish for when he is right in front of you, which is most likely the truth, however you roll your eyes at him, not wishing to feed his already well-fed ego. He cuts a piece of cake after you made a wish and the two of you enjoy it in comfortable silence, gazing at one another from time to time, while smiling tenderly <3

you finally go to sleep after endless vocal pours of Aventurine's appreciation and love for you. You tell him that he truly could be an actor in some ancient romantic drama given the way he speaks, but he only takes that as a compliment. On the serious note, listening to him telling you what he admires the most about you (which is everything) all while going into great detail while describing your personality and how wonderful you are, does indeed melt your heart. There wasn't a better thing to hear before going to sleep, so you express your gratitude to him in your own way as you slowly doze off while his warm body keeps you close <3

contrary to falling asleep in such a soft, loving way - you are awaken by Aventurine almost pulling you out of bed at 8am. He talks too fast for your ability right now, all you understand is how you need to get up and you have places to be. Can't a person get a bit more sleep during their birthday? In Aventurine's book - nope. So, you get up feeling a bit grumpy as you get ready for the day you knew nothing about

the whole ride, Aventurine holds your hand tightly, his body quite literally busting from excitement as you try to keep your eyes open. First stop - IPC! Everyone got gathered together by Aventurine to throw you a huge birthday surprise. They know it's 9am, but being an IPC worker required some odd schedules, so they do apologize to you. Meanwhile, your sweet boyfriend goes around and tells everyone how it's your birthday! They...know already. So, naturally, as planned, everyone go up to you to wish you a happy birthday, giving you small gifts and presents, every single one quite thoughtful !

you enjoy spending time with them as no one really pressures you into talking or doing anything special unless you wish to, so you feel pretty comfortable and happy. It wouldn't be bad at all to spend your birthday here with lots of interesting people, good food and laughter, but next stop awaits as you learn when Aventurine grabs you by your hand and tells you it's time to go :3

you spend rest of the day visiting all of your favorite places with Aventurine. Libraries, amusement parks, museums, galleries, shops, cafés, reasturants, fields, game rooms, sport event(s) - whatever you may have ever mentioned of liking and everything that he knows is quite dear to your heart will be visited throughout the day. He takes a lot of pictures of you, his heart melting each time he sees a big smile on your face as you point out something that holds a meaning to you <3

finally, he takes you to a place where you kissed for the first time. It's warm, the breeze is sweet on your skin as there aren't any people to be seen.

"This is actually the gift I wanted to give you the whole day, so I hope this is the right space to do that." he says a bit nervously as he takes out a big book of a sort out of one of the bags he was carrying around.

You gaze down, taking the heavy book, opening it with a slightly hesitant move, only to be met with photos of yourself. You keep turning the pages, noticing written dates at the corners of each. What really catches your eye are small hand-written notes by each one, describing what was happening at that moment and how Aventurine felt about it. Further you go, you also notice pictures and stickers of your birth stone, birth flower and an actual dry flowers being kept safely between the pages. Aventurine would get you flowers all the time and you thought whenever they would dry that he just threw them away, but he kept them in this little photobook of his love for you.

Least to say, your heart turns into a pool of warmth as you keep turning the pages, being met with more and more love, quite literally nothing but the pure love. He did add a couple of more "embarrassing" moments, but it didn't matter because everything he did for you, he did out of love and wish to make you feel as appreciated as you make him, not by using materialistic things, but rather something that comes from bottom of his heart and is made by his own hands.

His collection, just like his love for you keeps on growing every next birthday of yours that you spend together.

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elyvorg · 7 months

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Kieran Part 1: It’s All About Strength

I’m a longtime Pokémon fan who happily plays through every mainline game, but I’ve never been more than mildly fond of the occasional character here and there, because Pokémon isn’t much for deep and nuanced character writing. Then I played The Teal Mask DLC and came out of it with many, many Feelings and Thoughts about Kieran – enough so that it warrants a full, juicy analysis about all of his subtleties and issues. I never expected I’d write one of these character analysis rambles of mine on a Pokémon character of all things, but here we are. Colour me surprised and impressed.

For anyone reading this in the future: this was written before The Indigo Disk came out and therefore only talks about the events of The Teal Mask. Assuming The Indigo Disk doesn’t completely drop the ball on the best character-writing job that mainline Pokémon has ever done (please; please don’t), there will probably be a Part 2 to this analysis coming in a few months. (Aaaaand here it is! But you should read this one first, of course.)

(I’ll be referring to the player character as “you” here for ease of wording, but rest assured, this doesn’t mean I’m accusing you the reader of any of the questionable ways the player character treats Kieran. I was also very annoyed at being forced to lie to him, believe me.)

His weakness, and your strength

Kieran is a kid gripped with a crushing sense of inferiority and weakness. We don’t see all of where this came from, although we get a pretty good idea of part of it – his sister. So many times when Kieran tries to protest against things and assert himself, Carmine snaps back at him for doing so. Over time, that kind of thing would have made him feel like he’s wrong for trying to stand up for himself, leading to him letting people walk all over him. I don’t want to give Carmine’s behaviour all of the blame for Kieran’s issues, though, because there’s bound to be more to it than that. I expect some of it also came from him being bullied and outcast during his time at Blueberry Academy – I hope The Indigo Disk gives us glimpses into what Kieran’s life there was like before all this.

As a result of feeling so weak and inferior, Kieran admires and idolises people he sees as strong. This becomes clear early on with how much he looks up to you just for being able to beat his sister, someone else he also sees as strong. Apparently, he couldn’t stop raving about how cool you were and how he wanted to battle you all evening back at home.

He doesn’t want you to know that, though, based on his protest when Carmine comes out and tells you so. Kieran's probably rather embarrassed for you to hear how much he idolises you, after all. He also seems to think his request for a battle would be annoying and a bother – he says “You don’t mind?” in surprise when you accept, even though asking people for battles is supposed to be just what trainers do. Why would a strong trainer like you want to waste your time battling someone weak like him?

Kieran’s comment in the battle if you land a super effective move is also very telling: “Oof, ehehe… I guess I got a lot of weaknesses…” He tries to play it off as light-hearted, but, hm, that sure is A Way for a rival character to comment on you knowing about type matchups. And he most certainly does not seem to agree with his sister when she says he’s almost as strong as her.

(Fun fact: the game actually lets you lose the first battle with each sibling while still continuing the story. If you lose to Kieran in that first battle, he assumes you were holding back against him, as if that’s the only reason he’d ever be able to beat anyone. Perhaps he’s experienced people holding back against him out of pity before – maybe Carmine used to?)

He's flustered when Carmine partners him up with you, too, even though you’re the only option that he has at least a vague rapport with now – he’s still assuming someone cool like you wouldn’t want to waste any more of your time on him than you have to. Kieran worries he’ll “get in your way” if he sticks with you, so he hangs back and stays well out of your way instead. It’s a cute way for the game to justify him not actually following you around in the gameplay even though he’s supposed to be following you according to the plot, but it also just makes perfect sense for Kieran’s character. This is a kid who constantly tries to take up as little space as possible because he’s convinced that nobody wants him around. And it’s important that he seems to feel especially this way towards the people he looks up to (with the exception of Carmine, because she’s family and he spends most of his time with her already).

Then there’s the scene where he meets Koraidon/Miraidon. At first, I assumed it was there to introduce Kieran to our lizardbike friend because they’d be relevant later somehow. But they’re not! So the only reason this scene exists at all is for the purpose of illustrating to Kieran that, in his words, “you’re special”. You are A Protagonist, capable of befriending super special, rare, strong Pokémon with ease. (Just like a certain other special legendary Pokémon you’ll be meeting soon, how about that.)

Admiring the ogre

So, as you begin the trip to visit the signboards about Kitakami’s legend, Kieran starts to open up about how much he likes the ogre. Perhaps he feels safe telling you, because you’re an outsider and won’t frown upon him for it like the locals are prone to do. He probably gets that from them a lot and has learned not to bring up the ogre in town – another thing that makes him feel left out.

Even so, Kieran starts from the angle of “it’s so strong and cool because it won one-on-three”, since that’s a more acceptable reason to like the ogre that doesn’t question the validity of the legend, and is less personal to his issues. If you agree with him that the ogre sounds cool before he’s explained why he thinks so, he responds with “I knew you’d get it!” – you, who’s also really strong and cool, would obviously recognise that same strength in the ogre right away, right?

If you’re sceptical at first instead, he stresses that “it was all alone!” and still managed to hold its own – the more personal side of the reason he likes the ogre coming out just a little. By the second signboard, Kieran’s gotten a bit more comfortable with you, enough to start touching on that more deliberately. He mentions that it’s shunned, and that he likes its strength because he admires that and wishes he could be that strong himself.

Then he invites you to see the ogre’s den, something completely unrelated to the purpose of the school trip, because he trusts you enough to feel sure that you’ll get what he’s trying to illustrate about the ogre there. He points out that it seems like a lonely, miserable place to live, and that he’d happily let the ogre stay at his house if it wanted. He’s not quite explicitly saying so, but Kieran clearly empathises with the ogre because he relates to that kind of loneliness. Though he doesn’t want to outright say that the legend is wrong and the ogre isn’t actually the bad guy – maybe he’s got backlash from the villagers before for suggesting it – he's got to believe that to be the case.

(I’ve seen one or two people suggest that Kieran fawning over the supposed bad guy in the legend is an early hint to his potential for darkness, but I really don’t think that’s it. There’s plenty of reason for Kieran to relate to and see the sympathetic side of the ogre in the story due to his own status as a social outcast, without it needing to be a case of “he just likes bad guys because he’s Edgy”.)

Later, at the festival, Kieran has a quiet chuckle to himself when Carmine’s talking about the Loyal Three being heroes, and says it’s funny that she doesn’t know anything about the ogre. Then he conspicuously changes the subject when she implies that it’s just that he likes edgy bad guys, because that’s not it – but at least now he has someone who does get it. Carmine mentions later that she feels Kieran is trying to one-up her about the ogre, and maybe this is true. Perhaps this is one small way in which he can privately feel superior to his sister, because he’s more right than her, or than anyone in the village, about the ogre’s true nature. And while that’s more due to luck and a large helping of projecting his own issues onto it than out of any genuine inside knowledge of the truth, Kieran is the one person who understands the ogre best.

Or, at least, he understands it best… for the most part. Because there is one very key way in which Kieran is actually thoroughly wrong about what Ogerpon is truly like.

Misunderstanding the ogre

This begins to be apparent at the second signboard, when Kieran’s gushing about the ogre’s coolness and says “it didn’t even care when everyone shunned it”. From meeting Ogerpon later, we know that this is patently not true about her – she’s terrified of humans because of how they see her, so really she hates being shunned! But Kieran doesn’t imagine that to be the case about her, even though he empathises with her presumed loneliness and is basically projecting his own onto her. He sees the ogre as somebody who is shunned and alone, like he is, but who, unlike him, is strong enough to not let it get to them. Someone in the same bad situation as him, but with strength that he only wishes he could have to deal with it.

In that same conversation at the second signboard, Kieran then goes on to talk about how his sister always does everything for him, and he’d like to become stronger and more independent and reliable. And, “then, just maybe… I could be that ogre’s friend.” As if he doesn’t think he’d deserve to be Ogerpon’s friend unless he was already strong, just like she is.

He mentions a couple of times that he comes to the Dreaded Den a lot but has never once seen the ogre, which might seem a little strange at first. Obviously Ogerpon kept well hidden from him because she’s scared of humans – but, did Kieran never try to call out to her? To tell her that he’s not afraid of her, that he admires her strength and she must be lonely and hey, maybe they could be friends? If he had, then surely over time, Ogerpon would have grown to trust him and shown herself – so apparently, Kieran never did try to call out to her in an attempt to befriend her. Because he felt he wasn’t worthy of her friendship, not when he’s so weak, so inferior to someone as strong and cool as her. (A lot like how he wouldn’t have had the courage to tell you how much he admired you, if his sister hadn’t blurted it out for him.)

While you’re visiting the den with him, Kieran assumes that “a powerful ogre like that would only show up if it heard some kinda battle”, leading to him challenging you again. Since he admires the ogre for its strength, he’s assuming that the ogre also values strength just as much if not more than he does, which really isn’t necessarily true about Ogerpon!

During the battle, Kieran says he’ll “put up a good fight” this time. Which is to say, he still feels so thoroughly outclassed by you that he isn’t remotely expecting or even trying to win – he just wants to at least not go down quite as pitifully as last time, not when he’s potentially being watched by his idol the ogre. And when he loses (the game requires you to win this and all future battles against him), he laments how he’s ever going to be able to beat you, and then he muses, “If the ogre saw that battle, I’m sure it’d be thinking, ‘That kid’s got some real strength…’” He is assuming that Ogerpon would like you, far more than she’d ever like him, because of how strong you are. This is very important.

(As it happens, Ogerpon was secretly watching that battle, but as for whether she’s actually thinking what Kieran imagines she is about your strength – who knows?)

Friendship! Or is it…?

By the end of the den visit, Kieran has just enough confidence to invite you to the Festival of Masks, and to his own house to get ready to go together, which there’s no way he’d have been able to do at the start of the day. He’s so surprised but thrilled to hear that you consider yourself his friend – based on that and his grandparents’ reactions, you’re likely the first friend he’s ever made, which would not be surprising. It’s lovely watching this shy but sweet kid actually smiling and feeling comfortable around you and happy to have someone he can call a friend for the first time ever. And GHHHH it is so painful in hindsight knowing where things are headed.

Even with you calling yourself his friend, though, Kieran still feels inferior to you. He dejectedly offers to give you his mask for the festival when you find yourself without one, even though it’s the ogre mask, his favourite, his thing – because he instinctively feels that if anyone should be the one who gets left out, it should be him, like always, and not you.

The whole time, Kieran’s bound to be feeling thoroughly insecure about this new friendship. The idea that he’s actually made a friend, and not least someone as cool as you, likely feels far too good to be true, more than he deserves, and I suspect he might be constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. When he mentions to Carmine that you’re coming to the festival with him, her response is vaguely evasive, and Kieran responds to that in a very prickly, defensive way. It reads to me like he thinks Carmine is jealous of him befriending you before her, and that he’s afraid she might try to take you away from him as a result. Whether that’s actually true or not isn’t really the point (I think Carmine might indeed be a little jealous, but she would not do something that deliberately malicious) – what matters is that Kieran believes this may be the case and is liable to view all further interactions with you and Carmine in that light.

Then, at the festival, Carmine pressures Kieran into playing Ogre Oustin’ even though he doesn’t really want to. She’s probably doing this in an attempt to encourage him to have fun, but since he doesn’t find it fun (because he doesn't like this game where he's pretend-killing the ogre!), it’d be easy for him to feel like she only did it because she wanted him out of the way so she could hang out with you. And it’s while Kieran’s doing that that you and Carmine meet Ogerpon without him. Of course, that’s nothing but pure unlucky bad timing – Carmine had no idea Ogerpon was about to show up – but from Kieran’s point of view, with his obvious history of being maliciously left out of things by others, it’s easy for him to feel like there was some deliberate element to it.

At first he doesn’t know it has anything to do with Ogerpon, though. But still, when he gets back from Ogre Oustin’ and asks what you two were up to, Carmine abruptly shuts you up before you can speak and is blatantly hiding something – which Kieran takes to mean that you were laughing at him behind his back. That’s something else he must get a lot, for him to be automatically assuming it’s happening here. Really not so far off from his fear that his sister’s going to try and take you away from him, either.

Carmine’s lie isn’t done out of any malice – she is genuinely trying to protect her brother from feeling bad over being left out of meeting Ogerpon – but she sure is doing so in a way that’s going to make him feel even worse over being left out on purpose once he realises the truth. Carmine does care about her brother in theory, but this girl has zero social brain cells. And we the player are forced to play along with the lie whether we want to or not, which awkwardly turns our player-insert character into a very specific kind of character who would do so. I guess they either also have zero social brain cells, or they’re kind of a doormat who’s swayed by a forceful personality like Carmine’s. This part is frustrating, but I have to accept it because of the delightful things it does to Kieran’s arc, which really is the important part here.

Learning of the lie

The next morning, it seems like Kieran’s largely managed to brush off the weird bit last night where you and his sister were maybe laughing at him behind his back, because he greets you with a smile, ready to go see the last signboard. And then Carmine… forcefully demands that he finds somewhere else to be, because you’ve got business with her. Kieran protests that it’s not fair that you’ve been spending all your time with her lately – score two for his fear that she’s trying to take you away from him – and when she snaps back at his protest like always, he runs off.

But he doesn’t run off that far, because he stays close enough to listen in on the conversation. The discussion of Ogerpon’s story goes on for long enough – and takes long enough to get to the important part – that Kieran pretty much has to have stayed to eavesdrop on purpose, which is a little sketchy of him. Still, I can’t blame him all that much, what with his background of being mistreated, and the way Carmine’s behaviour gives him ample reason to be afraid there’s something going on here – of course he’d have wanted to know for sure. Perhaps he was even trying to hope that listening in would prove that you’re not actually hiding something bad from him and he was just being paranoid.

Except that actually, it turns out the truth is so much worse than Kieran had feared. Never mind just laughing at him – you and Carmine met the ogre without him and then hid it from him as if he didn’t even deserve to know. And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, it then turns out that he was right all along about the ogre being a good guy, and his own grandpa didn’t even think it was worth telling him that, and now you’re still just going to keep lying to him about it all and leaving him in the dark.

(Really, I have to side-eye their grandpa a lot more than Carmine here, because he’s a grown dang adult and has so much less excuse. He says he’ll tell Kieran the truth “when the time is right”, but what does that even mean? The “right time” would be right now! Heck, it should have been the moment he realised that Kieran had already intuited the truth!)

And all this being lied to and shunned and left out of things (like always) stings even more for Kieran because it’s coming from someone he’d thought was his friend. He’d actually dared to hope that someone – and not just anyone, someone really cool and strong – actually wanted to be friends with him? Of course that was too good to be true. Why would someone as cool and strong as you have ever wanted to befriend a weak loser like him, anyway? (After all, cool strong people only ever want to be friends with other cool strong people; that’s how it works, right?)

Probing about the lie

The correct thing for Kieran to do with this situation would have been to simply come right out and confront you about the lie. But of course he doesn’t have the courage to do that. He’s far too used to being shot down whenever he tries to assert and stand up for himself (no thanks to Carmine). And since he only learned about this because he was eavesdropping, it’s easy for him to imagine having that turned against him, and the whole situation being treated like he’s the one in the wrong for doing that.

Still, it seems like Kieran might want to at least indirectly give you the opportunity to tell him the truth. He heads off to the village shop to act like he was there the whole time, and then casually asks you what you were talking about back there. He’s maybe trying to hope that you don’t really want to lie to him and only got swept up into doing so by his sister’s forcefulness, and that you’ll tell him everything now that she’s not here, because, you said you were his friend, right? Later on, too, at the third signboard, the way Kieran brings up that his family is descended from the mask maker feels suspiciously relevant, as if he only thought to do so because he overheard the story and is trying to give you a chance to go, “Hey, speaking of that mask maker, actually…”

But no. It sure seems like you’re very deliberately choosing to keep him in the dark. As such, he’s bound to be feeling extra small and awkward at the signboard, just wanting to “get this over with” and be done spending time with you, because you clearly don’t want to waste any more of your time with him than you have to, right? The awkwardness of the third signboard photo, with Kieran obviously not wanting to be there, and your character’s very strained thumbs-up, is heartbreaking in comparison to how cute and happy the first two were.

During the conversation there, Kieran mentions the ogre being alone and treated like an outcast in a way that is very clearly also talking about how you and Carmine are treating him right now. The game pointedly lingers on his response to your comment, regardless of which dialogue option you choose. If you agree that that sounds awful, he says, “You think so too, huh?” – you think that it’s bad to treat someone that way, and yet, you sure are treating him that way anyway. If you instead mutter an awkward apology, Kieran asks, “For what?” This could read like he’s calling you out for not being able to admit to what you should be apologising for, but actually, I’m not sure that’s it. It could also be him genuinely asking that, because he doesn’t realise you need to apologise for anything. Hold this thought, I’ll go into it more in a bit.

It's because he’s weak

The other thing that happens at the third signboard is Kieran challenging you to another battle. He doesn’t really explain why, but I suspect he’s hoping that if he wins and proves his strength to you, you might just tell him the truth, or at least it’ll give him the courage to confront you about your lie. This is the first battle in which he says he wants to win and is actively trying and hoping to do so, rather than just accepting his loss before he’s even started. His optimism is pretty fragile, though, as he laments “it wasn’t supposed to go like this” if you hit him super-effectively, and “why does it have to be like this?” when he’s down to his last Pokémon.

But of course, he loses, just like he must secretly have been expecting to all along (how could he ever beat someone as strong as you?). And so he concludes, “it’s all ‘cause I’m too weak” – not just losing the battle, but everything. Why he’s always left out and shunned by everyone, why you lied to him and went behind his back about something you knew was important to him – it’s because he’s weak. He was battling you to try and prove that he’s stronger, strong enough to deserve better than that… but of course he isn’t.

A particularly important little subtlety is that he mutters “That’s why I…” – because it would have been easy to expect this line to say “you” instead. That you lied to him and shunned him because he’s weak, that it’s your fault for choosing to treat someone weak like this. But Kieran isn’t framing it that way. He’s thinking of it as his fault, simply for being weak, and that’s why he will always inevitably be treated like crap by everyone around him. As if that’s nobody else’s fault for choosing to do that, but simply the natural way of things when someone’s weak. As if he deserves this for being weak.

(So: what are you sorry for? You shouldn’t be sorry for anything; it’s his fault, isn’t it? Someone as strong and perfect as you could never be conflicted or in the wrong.)

By the end of this signboard visit, Kieran’s leaving on his own, saying that he’s got to get stronger with his Pokémon. All of this is happening because he’s weak, so he needs to be stronger – and apparently, that means “strength in Pokémon battling”. In reality, even if he did become the best battler out there, that wouldn’t necessarily make him any better at standing up for himself in social situations or being independent and reliable in other ways, but he’s very much conflating the different kinds of strength. This probably has a lot to do with his schooling at Blueberry Academy, which teaches Pokémon battling, leaving him overly focused on battling strength as the only kind of strength that matters. Perhaps he was picked on at school because he wasn’t very good at the battling classes, which wouldn’t have helped. I hope we see some glimpses of this in The Indigo Disk.

And on the topic of Kieran fixating on getting stronger at Pokémon battling: his Furret is never seen in his team again after this point. It was one of the first two Pokémon he used against you, so it’s presumably one of his closest Pokémon partners, which makes it heartbreaking that he ditches it from his team because, clearly, it’s too weak. Even worse, he’s inflicting being left out and shunned on someone else – someone he probably cared about – precisely because it’s weak. That’s just what happens to people who are weak, right? Guh. Poor Furret.

Outburst at Loyalty Plaza

Kieran most likely spends the next 24 hours alternating between fervently training as hard as he can, and stewing in his feelings of loneliness and rejection and betrayal. His grandpa mentions that he spent that night in his room after not even eating dinner, which, yeah, when he’s sharing a house with two of the people who are lying to him, not surprising. Oof. And more than just pain and betrayal, he’s got to be feeling so much anger, anger which he’s never been able to truly express, because every time he tries to stand up for himself he always gets shot down – but that only makes the suppressed anger worse.

The correct thing to do would have been for Kieran to confront everyone calmly about the lie as soon as he became aware of it. But because he couldn’t just do that, his resentment festered inside of him with no real outlet, until finally it becomes unbearable and explodes out of him and he has to do something to express it, no matter how questionable. So he steals the Teal Mask and runs off with it.

I don’t think Kieran actually has much of an idea of what he’s going to do with the mask. The one logical thing would have been to give it back to Ogerpon himself, but that can’t be his intent, because he doesn’t go anywhere near her den with it. And I highly doubt he’s planning to break it or anything like that, since he’d never do something that’d hurt Ogerpon. Really, I think he just wants you and Carmine to notice and acknowledge what he’s going through and what you’ve done to him – and if he steals the mask, you’re going to have to confront him to get it back.

He heads to Loyalty Plaza in particular because he’s conflating his own situation with Ogerpon’s. In amongst his pain and anger at the way he’s being treated, he’d have also been feeling a lot of anger at the injustice of how Ogerpon was and is treated, because he was right all along that she was never the bad guy, but she’s shunned undeservedly while the “Loyal” Three are lauded as heroes. Even though this outburst from Kieran is really all about his own situation, he makes it about Ogerpon first, because that’s easier for him to openly be angry about. He only brings up his own treatment as a comparison to how Ogerpon is treated like an outcast, as if the only way he can frame it as wrong in his head is by comparing it to something that’s definitely wrong. (After all, he deserves to be shunned because he’s weak – but Ogerpon didn’t deserve any of it, because she’s so much stronger!)

During Kieran’s outburst, Carmine blurts out an apology on realising that she’s hurt him – but Kieran basically just ignores it and continues to vent. Which tells us something interesting: that Kieran never did this out of any attempt to get you and Carmine to apologise for lying to him. If he’d wanted that, he’d have reacted in some way when Carmine did just that. So I think, in keeping with Kieran’s belief that all this is his fault for being weak, he doesn’t actually think you two need to apologise for anything. He’s lashing out because he’s angry and in pain and doesn’t know how else to deal with it, but he’s not consciously thinking that you and Carmine are in the wrong.

He’s also still holding onto the idea that you and Carmine were just laughing at him behind his back, which is of course not true, but when Carmine tries to say that, Kieran snaps back that she’s a liar. Given that she undeniably has lied to him about one very important thing, of course Kieran would find it easy to believe that she could be lying to him about anything and he can’t trust any reassurance she gives him. This poor kid must have such a history of being mistreated and patronised by others to jump to assuming things like this.

Lashing out with a battle

Then Kieran challenges you to another battle, promising to give back the mask if you win. Since there’s no way he is truly expecting to be able to beat you, this means that he never really intended to keep the mask forever. But he also doesn’t just want to seem like some weak pushover who’ll roll over and give in as soon as he’s confronted, so he at least wants to make you fight him for it. And based on his line at the beginning of the battle – “I know this isn’t right, but… I can’t just hand over the mask to you!” – he doesn’t want to just give up one of Ogerpon’s possessions so easily to someone who treated him like an outcast the same way those villagers back then treated Ogerpon.

Really, I think the battle – and the notably forceful way he asks for it, unlike the previous times – just comes a lot from Kieran’s anger, and his need to externalise it somehow. He even insists that he needs this battle, if you’re hesitant about accepting the challenge. There’s probably a part of him that wants to lash out with physical violence, maybe punch you or something, but he knows that’s wrong and that it’d look pathetically impotent of him anyway even if he tried. Happily, this world has a socially-accepted form of violence-by-proxy instead, so Pokémon battle it is!

As for the battle itself, Kieran’s switched up his team some more, removing Furret as previously mentioned, and adding two new members instead of just one like the previous times – but the Cramorant he uses here doesn’t stick around either. This is less sad to me than Furret, though, because he wouldn’t have been very close to it. Cramorant may even have been taken onto the team with the condition of “I’m trying out new team members to see who’s strong enough”, at which point ditching it is less of a betrayal and more of it simply failing a job interview.

(Meanwhile, the other newcomer, Gligar, clearly impressed Kieran a lot with its strength, as it becomes his ace for the final fight. Fitting that his ace there is not a long-time partner, but one obtained only after he began to fixate on getting stronger.)

He’s also more openly determined to win (despite his suppressed conviction that he could never beat you), and remains more optimistic than before even when things aren’t going so well for him. In fact, this is the only battle in which Kieran has lines for hitting you with a super effective move or a critical hit. That said, he’s still a little insecure, based on an optional line: “I need to get this right… I’m gonna make sure to give the right commands!” which tells us that he feels like his losses are his fault for making mistakes and choosing the wrong moves, rather than blaming his Pokémon for not being strong enough. He also has an absolutely great comment in this battle if you land a critical hit, which I have to highlight: “What can’t you do? You’re like the hero in a story…” It’s purely luck, but despite that, he’s seeing you as this impossibly perfect hero that he could never ever measure up to, and this delights me.

Losing the battle just seems to make Kieran’s frustration at his own inferiority even worse, to the point that he does indulge in some physical violence, towards the shrine. Which is as pathetic as he must have been expecting, and should in theory have been harmless enough. (Of course, it appears that this is what somehow resurrects the Lousy Three, but there is no way Kieran expected or wanted that to happen, so he can’t be blamed for that.) Then he gives the mask back, just as he promised he would, and (ignoring another attempt by Carmine to apologise – again, this was never about that to him) he runs off back home.

So I find it really hard to condemn Kieran for… any of his actions here? Sure, he stole the mask, but he didn’t do anything bad with it and gave it back just fine (and must have always been intending to). All he was doing was lashing out – unhealthily, but basically harmlessly – over the really very callous way you and Carmine had been treating him. And if he hadn’t done this, you two would probably never have told him the truth about Ogerpon, and he’d have remained out of the loop and never met her at all! That would have been awful!

And yet: making you and Carmine bring him into the loop about Ogerpon and getting the chance to meet her is also not something Kieran was aiming for here. Just before leaving in a sulk, he says, “Say hi to the ogre for me” – which means that he never expected to get to meet it himself. He is still, even by the end of this confrontation, labouring under the belief that you and Carmine don’t want him there with Ogerpon and that he doesn’t deserve to meet her at all.

Apologies, and a lack thereof

After you rescue Ogerpon from being bullied by the resurrected Lousy Three, Carmine shows up with Kieran in tow. Apparently she found him moping around at home and dragged him here to apologise to you about his stunt with the mask. Which, yes, does warrant an apology – but what really frustrates me about this part is that Carmine doesn’t apologise for what you and she did wrong. Sure, she blurted out a couple of cut-off apologies back at Loyalty Plaza, but those never had the intended effect when Kieran was in no emotional state to accept them. Here and now, he’s calmed down enough that he would be able to take on board an apology… but Carmine doesn’t give one. It’s possible that she already apologised at home before bringing him here, but if she’d done that, then she really ought to have got you to also apologise for lying to him, and she doesn’t – so I can only assume that didn’t happen. And you the player can choose to apologise to Kieran here anyway, but since it’s optional, it’s not given nearly the attention it deserves.

Since Kieran never gets a proper apology while he’s in a state to listen, it means he never actually ends up internalising the fact that you were in the wrong to lie to him and he didn’t deserve to be treated that way. Which would have been a really, really important thing for him to realise! As it is, he continues to quietly assume that all of this is his fault for being weak, with nobody to tell him that this way of thinking is flawed.

It's frustrating, but I do kind of get it, from Carmine at least, because she’s also a pretty flawed person. Her deal seems to be that she’s only able to be emotionally sincere in uncontrolled outbursts when she’s worked up, and when she’s calm she covers up her true feelings with bossiness and vanity. Which makes her not at all capable of apologising to Kieran when he’s in a calm enough state to be capable of registering it. These siblings’ issues do not mesh well. Still, here’s hoping that Carmine’s able to self-reflect enough to acknowledge her partial responsibility for Kieran’s suffering by the end of The Indigo Disk.

She does seem to realise her mistake here enough to make a point of trying to include Kieran in their Ogerpon adventures from here on out, at least. But it’s too little too late in terms of how Kieran views things. He seems to have assumed that Carmine dragged him here only to apologise, and not to properly meet Ogerpon or be involved in helping her out, because he expresses surprise when Carmine casually includes him as part of the Mask Retrieval Squad. He was expecting to be shunned and left out as always – what do you mean, she wants him there?

Meeting Ogerpon

The only interaction Kieran was expecting to have with Ogerpon here was giving the fixed-up mask back to her, because he wanted to be the one to do so – but she shies away from him when he offers it. Carmine comments that she’s probably scared of new people, and this is likely the truth, but Kieran’s silent response suggests that he’s not necessarily agreeing with that assessment. Remember, from earlier: Kieran is convinced that Ogerpon values strength. And he’s so used to being shunned by others, especially strong people, because he’s weak. It would be very, very easy for him to come to the irrational conclusion that the reason Ogerpon refuses him is because of his weakness, even though his sister’s suggesting something else.

Despite Kieran’s key misconceptions about Ogerpon’s values, he does continue to understand her better than most people in certain ways. When you try to head into town with her, Kieran’s the one to point out that she’s probably afraid to go in because of the way she’s been treated by the townspeople. He also comments that she’ll feel safe going to retrieve the masks from the Three as long as she’s with you. He empathises with that insecurity and social anxiety enough that, seeing it from Ogerpon in person, he can instinctively see that’s the case about her too.

And yet… seeing Ogerpon’s fear, and understanding that she’s scared of being shunned just like him (which he previously said the ogre didn’t care at all about!), doesn’t actually change the part of Kieran that is also irrationally convinced that she only cares about strength. There’s no moment in which he seems to be re-evaluating Ogerpon or realising anything new about her upon seeing her being afraid. The part where she’s shy and afraid, and the part where she’s strong and cool and therefore values strength in others, manage to be separate enough in his mind that he never actually cross-references them to realise that one of these surely can’t be as true as he thinks it is. So his false conviction that things are about strength to Ogerpon still remains, unchallenged.

Staying behind

Then, even though Carmine is making an active point of trying to include him, Kieran… chooses not to come with you on the mission to retrieve the masks. This is despite the fact that this’d be his best chance to spend time with Ogerpon and hopefully get her to warm up to him, which you’d think would be his priority when he’s quietly hoping to maybe have the chance to become her partner.

But even though it would be a logical choice for Kieran to come with them, it makes perfect sense to me why he doesn’t. As far as he sees things, you and Carmine are way stronger than him and already have the fights against the Three covered – he’d be nothing but a useless third wheel hanging back, only there out of Carmine’s pity for him and not because he’s needed. And in terms of Ogerpon, Kieran is the kid who visited her den countless times but never had the courage to call out to her and ask to be friends. Of course he knows he wouldn’t have the confidence to actually try and get closer to Ogerpon, especially not when she’s already got someone she likes (someone who’s strong while he’s weak, which is clearly what matters to her, right). He knows he’ll just spend the whole time watching Ogerpon obviously like you way more than him while not being able to do a thing about it, and it’ll just make him feel even more jealous and left out.

(Trust me, as someone with social anxiety who spent a lot of my childhood being low-key outcasted by my so-called friend groups, I get it. When you’ve lived like that, integrating yourself with new people can feel downright impossible, no matter how much you may want it.)

So Kieran doesn’t come on the mission – but it’s not like he just uselessly sulks around, either. He spends the time doing something else to help Ogerpon, something neither you nor Carmine seemingly thought needed to be done: telling the town the truth that she was never a bad guy. Because of course Kieran understands best just how hard it is for Ogerpon to be shunned and outcast by everyone, and of course he has some Strong Feelings that people deserve to be told the truth, hmm I wonder where that might have come from. This task is really difficult and scary for him, too, because he hates talking to people – but he does it anyway, for Ogerpon’s sake! What a brave lad!

(I’ve seen people side-eye the fact that the villagers accept the truth and turn around their view of Ogerpon so easily, but honestly it doesn’t seem unreasonable to me. I get the mask maker way back when being persecuted because the villagers of the time saw Ogerpon kill the Three and made assumptions, but, like, it’s been generations. All of the witnesses who had that emotional gut reaction to the fight are long dead. Most of the people alive today didn’t even truly believe the story of the ogre was real until the Loyal Three showed up – they just thought it was a fun folktale that gives their village some unique culture. So for them to be told “hey, the ogre is real, but also the story’s backwards and the ogre’s actually the good guy”… so what? I was always sceptical of Grandpa’s conviction that the truth must never be told to the village (because… people will get angry that they were lied to? So therefore you should just keep lying to them so they never find out they have something to be angry about? Yes, great tactic, it worked so well on Kieran). Kieran basically just went and proved that there really was nothing to be worried about all along and the people should have been told the truth ages ago.)

His final chance to be strong

So now we reach the end, where Ogerpon makes it clear that she wants to stay with you, and… and even though he must have seen this coming, Kieran can’t accept it happening without trying to fight against it.

This isn’t even really about Kieran wanting Ogerpon’s friendship in and of itself. It’s more about what the concept of being partners with Ogerpon means to him. This whole time, he’s been obsessed with the ogre, and yet only letting himself imagine that maybe one day when he’s stronger, he could be its friend. He’s fixated on the idea of befriending Ogerpon as something that will mean he’s strong and no longer alone and everything is good now. Obviously this is extremely irrational and not necessarily true nor the sole way to fix his problems, but that’s how things are in Kieran’s head.

And so, with recent events making him feel even more weak and outcast than ever, you being effortlessly strong and cool enough to befriend Ogerpon on top of everything else feels to Kieran like it’s about to take away his one chance to turn things around, forever. Of course he can’t just let that happen without at least trying to have things his way. He says right at the beginning of the battle: “I know you’re probably a better trainer for Ogerpon, but I… I…” – and he can’t even voice the end of that sentence. He can’t put into words why he feels like he needs to become Ogerpon’s partner even though he knows he's being selfish and she’d be better off with you, because it’s not based in any conscious logic and is all just one big subconscious irrational mess of his issues and inferiority complex.

I’ve seen a lot of people condemn Kieran for this part, saying that he’s ignoring Ogerpon’s wishes because he’s planning to force her to join him whether she wants to or not if he wins. However, I firmly disagree that Kieran has any such thing in mind here. Remember, he’s still labouring under the misconception that what Ogerpon cares about most is strength. He thinks she likes you so much because you’re so strong (remember the previous time he battled you in front of the den, where he commented that the ogre must be thinking how strong you are if it’d seen that?), and that she refused the mask from him that one time because he’s weak. So Kieran has convinced himself that if he can prove himself to be stronger than you, by defeating you in a battle while Ogerpon’s watching, then she’ll naturally choose him to be her trainer over you. Right?

When Carmine says that he has to consider Ogerpon’s feelings, Kieran’s simply silent for a moment before saying “…I want to battle anyway.” He’s not denying that Ogerpon’s choice is what matters – he just believes, or is at least trying to believe, that her choice will be determined by this battle. And of course he doesn’t say anything like “Ogerpon will choose me if I’m stronger than you”, because – well, perhaps because a lot of this is also subconscious enough that he can’t articulate it, but even if any of it was conscious, he knows it’d sound stupid. Especially the part where he’d be talking like it’s possible for him to beat you, because deep down, he still completely convinced that’s impossible.

Plus, nowhere in this does Kieran bring up the fact that he told the village the truth about Ogerpon as a point in his favour for why she might choose him – which supports that it’s not about any kind of friendly gestures to him and he’s convinced she’ll make her decision entirely based on strength. (And it also proves that he did that out of a genuine desire to help Ogerpon, without any ulterior motives of trying to get her to like him!)

Just before the battle, he says: “Whoever wins gets to be Ogerpon’s partner… So don’t… don’t you dare hold back!” – making a point of demanding you don’t hold back, even though you might think he’d want any advantage he can get towards supposedly winning Ogerpon’s favour. But this makes perfect sense when you realise what this is about to Kieran. He believes that Ogerpon will choose (and deserves to choose) whichever of you is the strongest, and this battle won’t actually prove that if he only wins because you were holding back against him.

Kieran also thanks you for not holding back when you land your first super effective hit, which I enjoy. He’s so used to being patronised and seen as weak and pathetic, so he’s actually glad that you’re taking him seriously and viewing him as a legitimate opponent.

And, hey, he is! His team is pretty stacked: a full six Pokémon with solid movesets, and even strategic held items (at least in the postgame version). Assuming you’re not over-levelled, it’s quite a challenging fight, as it should be. Kieran is trying so, so hard to be strong enough, because this poor kid has convinced himself that all of his problems and pain are due to him being weak, and he is so desperate to fix that by proving himself even stronger than you, strong enough to win Ogerpon’s favour.

When he loses, he just crumples, and it’s heartbreaking. Kieran had so much more riding on this battle than just befriending Ogerpon – this was what felt like his one and only chance to stamp out the part of him that feels crushingly inferior and like he deserves to be treated like dirt. Guhhh.

And of course the first thing out of his mouth is, “Figures.” His inferiority complex runs so deep that, no matter how hard he’d trained and how genuinely really good his team had grown, he never truly believed that he ever had a chance at beating someone as cool and strong as you. He was just desperately trying to convince himself that he at least had a shot, because he couldn’t bear to give up without trying.

I really wish you could tell Kieran how good he was in this battle! It truly is impressive how much better he’s grown at battling since the first one, in such a short space of time, too. Just because he’s not quite as strong as you doesn’t mean he’s weak, not by a long shot. But nobody tells him any such thing, so Kieran continues to view things in that irrationally all-or-nothing way. He lost, so he's weak, end of.

Then he has to stand there and watch you battle Ogerpon in order to catch her. Before all of this happened, Kieran would have been so stoked to see his hero the ogre showing off just how cool and strong she is – and hey, her powers really are pretty awesome to behold! But here, despite the amazing spectacle in front of him, Kieran just looks supremely awkward. Like he doesn’t feel like he deserves to be here. Like he doesn’t even have the right to get to see Ogerpon’s full strength in all its glory. You’re the only one who’s strong enough to have earned this.

He does make one possible comment during the battle, if you land a critical hit on Ogerpon: “You really are good… I’m no match.” Which is a bit excessive, considering that really anyone is capable of critting Ogerpon if they get lucky – but apparently Kieran’s thoughts during this battle are still incredibly hung up on just how strong you are and how he’ll never be able to measure up to you. This goes to show that his issues at this point have shifted to be more about you than about Ogerpon. Which tracks, since his admiration for the ogre was never quite about Ogerpon herself and was more about what her strength represented to him – and now you’ve come along and given him an even bigger example of impossibly cool strength, in a much more painful way.

Once you’ve captured Ogerpon, Kieran manages to awkwardly congratulate you on it – hey, he’s doing his best not to be a sore loser! – laments once again why he can’t be like you, and then runs off. No doubt he’s feeling a huge heap of uncontainable painful emotions that he does not want to show in front of you or Carmine and needs to go let out in private. This kid is Not Okay.

So, in summary: Kieran comes out of all this with the message that all of his pain and suffering and loneliness is his fault because he’s still too weak, and he will only ever be strong enough to put all that behind him once he’s stronger than you. And to do that, he needs to get so, so much stronger, almost impossibly so, no matter what he has to do to achieve it. I’m sure this will be Just Fine leading into The Indigo Disk. (: (: (:

And one last thing: the game doesn’t let this happen, but if Kieran had won that final battle against you, I believe things might actually have turned out better. Because let’s face it, Ogerpon would probably still have chosen to go with you anyway, and if she had, Kieran would have been forced to face the fact that it was never actually about strength to her. It wouldn’t even be that hard for him to understand that, given that he’d already noticed the indications that she was scared of being shunned by the townspeople and that she liked you because you made her feel safe. This would help Kieran recontextualise things a little and stop focusing so unhealthily on gaining more battling strength as the One Thing that will solve all his problems. He still wouldn’t exactly be suddenly fixed and happy, but… things wouldn’t be quite so bad, at least. Alas, you are Too Protagonist to lose and let that happen.

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which jungkook is team not okay for the perilla leaf debate.

> fluff / wc: 1.6k

> warnings: kinda suggestive at the end ? you’ll see ehehe

note: watching this the other day made me laugh so much but also made me so miserable because jungkook is the jealous type of boyfriend of course he is what do i do with this information but to write a drabble to calm myself down but i don’t think it fucking worked i just want to scream into a void forever. enjoy :]

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“just how many times do you need to watch it?” jungkook whines, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pulling your body closer by the waist.

his warm breath tickling your skin only makes you giggle much harder, clutching your phone tighter in one hand in fear of it falling on your face (not a good experience. -10/10). the other is too busy with playing with his fluffy hair, as it usually is almost every night in bed. his head was resting on your arm forty minutes ago, but he inched closer and closer to your neck the further you got into watching their recently uploaded content on youtube.

your boyfriend is dedicating his time, energy, efforts, talents — hell, his whole being to his job. and with all your heart, you love and respect him immensely.

you wait until the very end of the award shows to watch the performances the group has prepared for weeks, and months, prior. (ah, he’s always so excited for your reaction. so much so he refrains from giving you spoilers about the songs and concepts because he wants to surprise you, too.) you watch the interviews and praise him for perfectly saying the answers he practiced with you. and yes, you do randomly watch bangtan bombs and his reaction to tasting a lemon donut is ingrained in your brain for life.

a defeated sigh. and yes, you are secretly longing to watch run bts every tuesday again, but you don’t tell him that yet.

today, you find yourself having fun watching the group explore their mbti types. personally, you don’t think the theory should be relied on too much because humans are way too complex to be categorized by a few letters, but you still find it fun and interesting. it opens up discussions and shows the fascinating differences of the people sitting in the room, which happened exactly in the two episodes.

you love seeing different sides of jungkook. just like how there are sides of jungkook that come out only when he’s with you, there are also sides of him that only come out when he’s interacting with other people. therefore, you still discover new things about your boyfriend everyday.

the jungkook in the bonus clip discussing the famous perilla leaf controversy, however, is the jungkook you know all too well.

“they can’t help . . . no. just no.”

“so basically, would it annoy you or not?”

“of course it would.”

you see, his unwavering opinion on the topic sounds awfully similar to a particular someone’s reaction from a few months ago.

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“hey babe, have you heard of the perilla leaf debate?” you casually asked jungkook one lazy afternoon while scrolling through your phone, your head laying on his lap. he was leaning against the headboard on the edge of the bed, while your body horizontally occupied the rest of the space. this is your usual position when you feel like doing nothing at all.

“huh?” he tore his attention away from the television to clear his confusion, lowering the volume as he spoke. “a debate about perilla leaf? is it like mintcho and pineapples on pizza?”

“no, no. the debate isn’t about the perilla leaf exactly.” you started explaining to him, still scrolling through the comments that read different opinions of bored social media users. “okay so, the scenario is we go out to eat with one of your friends. and then your friend struggles with separating perilla leaves, so i help them do it. is that okay with you or not?”

it was quiet for a few seconds as he processed the made-up scenario that was causing a huge commotion in the internet.

until his thick busan satoori echoed in the room. “ey, no. of course not!”

you turned into a fit of giggles, looking up to see his reaction. his eyes were furrowed and his lips formed a frown. chest puffed up and doe eyes extra big. he looked aghast almost. as if it was ridiculous to ask such an obvious question with an obvious answer. judging only by the look on his face, you could already see the stream of thoughts swimming around his brain.

ah, yes, this is jungkook we’re talking about. of course not!

“i’m your boyfriend. not them. you should only be taking care of me like that. do you even know how giddy i was when you peeled perilla leaf for me the first time? and when you peeled shrimp for me even though you don’t like seafood because of the smell?” he rambled on frustratedly, eyes getting wider and wider as he explained to you his reasons. he slightly stuttered because of his lisp, which you always find so endearing that it makes your heart ache.

you chuckled lightheartedly after hearing his years old confessions, the happiest grin plastered on your face.

“oh, my baby. that made you happy?”

you sat up and turned to face him, hands wrapping around his forearm to tug him closer to you. you held his face in your hands and gave him honey kisses all over as he spoke with his eyelids fluttered shut, savoring the affection he was being showered with while still adamant on getting his point across.

“of course it did. it feels intimate to me. just like the first time we shared a straw. those are all the same to me! they led to us being in a longterm relationship, see?”

“peeling perilla leaves is the same as sharing a straw?” you tilted your head in curiosity, waiting for him to answer.

a pout formed on his lips, jungkook feeling disappointed with your question. “when you peel perilla leaves, you use your chopsticks, don’t you?”

“oooh, right. i see it now.” you made a sound of realization, the puzzle pieces coming together in your head.

“what about you? is it okay if i do it for your friend?” he raised an eyebrow quizically, arms encircling your waist to make you sit on his lap.

you blinked at him, shaking your head slowly. “they’re an adult. either separate them on your own or just not eat perilla leaf at all.”

his expression softened at your answer. “hah, that’s true. you got a point there.” he nodded his head repeatedly in agreement, eyes darting to the televison.

it was quiet for a minute with you putting your focus back on your respective screens— until he looked at you again with glassy eyes like a kicked puppy. “i’m an adult too. but you’d still do it for me, right?”

you looked up from your phone and smiled at him, pinching his soft cheek. “of course, that’s what lovers are for.”

—

which brings you back to the present day.

“they peel off one perilla leaf. next thing you know, they’re holding hands. and fall in love! and they end up getting married!”

the plot jungkook laid out to his friends sounds awfully similar to the summary of your love story in his head. oh lord, of course, it’s not okay for him.

you’re almost crying from laughter, body vibrating against his hold. his shirtless body is radiating natural warmth, so you kick off the thick blanket to let yourself breathe.

“another thing that’s funny? namjoon said at the start that he didn’t care at all but he started to get angry by the end and agreed with you.”

“tch, see? i even got our leader to agree with me. i totally made sense.” he says cheekily, clicking his tongue proudly.

“you were so cute being all sulky though!”

“stooop. i’ve had enough teasing about it.” he pouts, resting his forehead on your cheek as he secretly takes a peek at the screen. voices talking over each other and laughter in the background escape from the phone’s speaker.

he saw himself bowing down with a marker in hand, and he remembers that he was randomly doodling again as the heated discussion took place. his head was somewhere else, though. he was thinking about you.

his thumb brushes against the skin of your hip as he feels the rhythmic rise of your stomach. a thought crosses his mind like an arrow released by careless hands. i’m thankful for this life.

“i’m not teasing you, baby. i’m just adoring you. the best boyfriend.” you coo, fingers softly brushing the row of earrings on his ear. he shivers at the touch. “mhmm, your piercings look so cool.”

“should i get more? i want to.” the praise instantly makes him perk up.

“more? i’ll start to feel bad for your ears.”

“not my ears. somewhere new.” he chuckles, adjusting his position to lay his head on your chest.

he can feel your heartbeat against his cheek, and somehow, it also makes him aware of his own. while there is the mind numbing adrenaline of performing on stage that makes him feel alive, there is also the tranquility of being alone with you that makes him hyperaware of his body — from the guts in his stomach all the way to the tips of his fingers. both can be overwhelming, but welcomed with open arms. and embraced tightly with the eternal refusal of letting go.

“somewhere new likeeee?”

he rolls down to lie on his back again, pointing at his toned abdomen. “belly piercing?”

you look at his abs. and then his face. and then his abs again. god? this isn’t the guy i was calling cute just a minute ago.

“do you want me to go insane?”

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imarealnugget · 2 months

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OMG OMG I LOVE LOVE LOVE UR WORK 😻 BUT I HAVE A REQUEST.

OK SO MY REQUEST IS DOING THEIR MAKEUP/SKINCARE W GOJO OR/AND W YUJI❤️❤️

OMG THIS IS ACTUALLY A GOOD IDEA THANKSS

I did them both because I love Yuji and Gojo as boyfriends eheh-

Feat. Yuji Itadori, Gojo Satoru x female!reader

Words Count: 1k+

Yuji:

It was an evening of quiet intimacy, with the warm sun filtering through the windows and coloring the room with golden hues. You and Yuji were sitting on the soft couch, enveloped in the warm and welcoming atmosphere. The tender gazes you exchanged were filled with love and complicity, and an idea flashed in your mind like a sudden ray of light. "What do you say we try something different today?" you asked, with a playful smile dancing on your lips. Yuji raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze filled with curiosity. "Something different? What do you have in mind?" he asked. "A skincare session! I'd like to try some masks and creams, and I'd love for you to do it with me," you suggested, your eyes shining with enthusiasm. A flash of surprise crossed Yuji's face, but soon it turned into an expression of interest and openness. "Hmm, sounds interesting. I've never done anything like that before, but if you want to, I'm more than willing to try." With a radiant smile, you got up from the couch and gently pulled him by the hand, heading towards the bathroom. There, on the sink, you had arranged a series of skincare products, like a treasure waiting to be discovered. Moisturizing masks, nourishing creams, delicate serums: each product promised to reveal the hidden beauty of the skin.

"Okay, Yuji, let's start with this moisturizing mask," you announced, showing him the first product with an eloquent gesture. Yuji looked at the container with curiosity, his eyebrows slightly raised. "Alright, how do I do this?" he asked. With patience and sweetness, you explained how to apply the mask, guiding him through each step with loving care. You took a mask for yourself and handed one to Yuji, as you both began to apply them to your faces. Your hands brushed gently, creating a tangible intimacy that enveloped the entire bathroom. The sensation of the cool mask on the skin made Yuji shiver at first, but soon he relaxed, letting himself enjoy the pampering. You looked into each other's eyes, laughing at the funny expressions you made with the masks on your faces, uniting your fun in a dance of complicity. As the mask did its job, you sat close together on the edge of the bathtub, your legs intertwined in a sweet embrace. Yuji smiled at you, his eyes shining with affection as he looked at the reflection in your eyes. "I never thought it would be so enjoyable," he admitted, his voice warm and enveloping. "Thank you for involving me in this experience, sweetheart." Your heart swelled with joy at his sweetness, and you squeezed his hand affectionately. "It was fun! We definitely have to do it more often."

From that moment on, Yuji never backed down when it came to skincare. Every time you suggested a new session, he was the first to line up, ready to face whatever product you had in mind. Skincare became a special moment for the two of you, an opportunity to strengthen your bond and take care of each other with love and tenderness. As time went by, Yuji learned more and more about the importance of skincare and became passionate about discovering innovative products. Together, you explored the vast world of skincare, searching for new masks, serums, and creams to try. There was nothing Yuji wasn't willing to do to ensure that your skin was always at its best.

Gojo:

It was a quiet evening, with the soft lights of the room creating an intimate and welcoming atmosphere. You, a girl with a radiant smile and sparkling eyes, were sitting on the couch, immersed in your evening skincare routine. Gojo Satoru, your charming boyfriend, watched you from afar, admiring your dedication to taking care of your skin. "Your skin is so smooth and well-cared-for," Gojo commented, his voice low, as he approached you with a tender smile. "I have to admit, it makes me want to try it too." You turned surprised, a slight blush coloring your cheeks as you met his gaze. Despite being known for his confidence and charisma, Gojo's shyness in that moment made him irresistibly adorable. "Do you mean you'd like to try skincare with me?" you asked, your heart skipping with excitement at his request. Gojo nodded slightly, his eyes shining with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. "Yeah, it would be fun. I want to see what makes your skin so amazing." A playful smile spread across your lips as you took Gojo's hands and guided him to your bathroom. There, among a myriad of colorful bottles and sparkling containers, you began your skincare adventure.

With gentleness and precision, you applied creams to Gojo's face, your fingers caressing his skin lightly, conveying a sense of intimacy and tenderness. He relaxed under your attentions, letting himself enjoy being pampered by you. Then, with a knowing smile, you both applied a mask to your faces. The cool and relaxing sensation made Gojo's skin tingle at first, but his relaxed and serene expression revealed the pleasure he was experiencing. "How about we take some photos while wearing the masks?" you suggested with a mischievous smile. Gojo laughed, his eyes filled with joy and complicity. "Sounds like a fantastic idea!" You grabbed your phone and took photos and videos, capturing every moment of that special evening. One photo in particular showed you both exchanging a tender kiss, the colorful masks on your faces, a moment of sweetness and intimacy shared with the world through Instagram.

After leaving the mask on for a while, you looked into each other's eyes, still enveloped in the magical atmosphere of that moment. Your souls were intertwined in an unbreakable bond, and nothing could separate you. Then, slowly, you removed the masks and rinsed your faces, returning to reality but carrying with you the memories of that unforgettable evening. As you prepared to go to bed, you hugged each other tightly, the warmth of your bodies united in a loving embrace. The love you felt for each other shone in your eyes, a light that illuminated even the darkest nights.

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hyukalyptus · 7 months

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words. — hueningkai x chubby!fem!reader. NSFW/MDNI!

cw. established relationship, first time as a couple, chubby reader (jiggle, ass, thighs, etc.), mention of eating, eating food off each other ehehe, switch!kai, switch!reader, body worship, katoptronophilia (mirror sex), nipple play, a lil humiliation vibes?, cunnilingus, exhibitionist a lil i guess?, not super proofread, i think that's it. notes. reposted from my old account!, didn't rly edit., smut under cut. wc. 1.3K

"Oh, you got some on your face," you giggle, repositioning so you're sitting criss-cross applesauce on the picnic blanket in front of Kai, not caring how much your dress rides up. Swiping your thumb across his bottom lip to gather the chocolate, you suck on your thumb to clean it, all while making direct eye contact. He gulps, unable to take his eyes off you.

You’d decided between the two of you to not celebrate your one-month anniversary, but he surprised you at your front door with a picnic basket; how could you say no to such a pretty smile?

"Thanks," he chuckles, eventually diverting his attention to the ground. He's got it together again and he keeps making you laugh, your chest, tummy, and thighs jiggling along with your laughter.

He is simply entranced. And you can tell.

Sitting sideways to avoid flashing anyone, your skirt that was already a bit too short kept riding up making him absolutely blush. But when your skirt rode up enough to expose that upper thigh tattoo he hasn't seen yet...his mind was nowhere else. Does she have any other tattoos I've never seen? What even is it—no, don't stare. Oh, but she's gorgeous.

Glancing around to make sure no one's near, an idea pops into your head. But is it too much? Nah, he'd love it.

"Thank you for doing all this for us, babe..." you smile seductively, reaching to rub his thigh innocently. "This is so romantic. And these strawberries are delicious," you say, picking another one up to take a small bite of one.

Smirking, you swipe the exposed strawberry over the top of your tit, leaving a trail of red and chocolate.

"Oops," you say, unapologetically. "You think you could help me with this?" You nod toward your chest, making his eyes wide. Reaching a thumb toward you, you say, "Nuh-uh. Tongue."

And he's finally gotten the hint. You want him.

Tilting his head, he smirks, running his tongue over your plush skin, looking up at you the entire time. Backing off, you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him close to press your lips to his. Licking your bottom lip, you let his tongue in your mouth, tasting the strawberry and chocolate on his lips.

"You taste...so good," you say, smiling at him. You're still not quite sure where he is with this. Part of him seems to be exuding confidence, but another parts seems—

"You wanna go back to your place?" Oh, well—nevermind. You know exactly where he stands.

Pressed against the door to your bedroom, lips furiously gliding each other, groans filling each other's mouths, you just can't believe—

"Remind me why it took us so long to do this?" You ask in between kisses. He backs off to shake his head and hoist you up with a grunt to throw you on your bed.

"I have no fucking idea."

Clothes ripped off each other, hot bodies gliding over each other—you're simply addicted to him. All you wanna feel is his chest pressed against your own forever, but he says, "Get on your knees, please."

You chuckle and mimic him, "Please?" But you still follow his orders. Jolting forward at his hand slapping your ass, you're almost in shock. You didn't expect that from him. He’s been so sweet since you met him—almost scared of offending or hurting you. Just the other day, he barely bumped into and he asked you if you were okay at least five times.

But now, you’re on your knees, hands reaching forward over your head while his hands are all over you. They start in your hair, past your shoulders, giving your tits a good squeeze, a pinch of the waist, and generous amounts of rubbing your thighs and ass.

Simply exploring your body, the slight ache in your knees reminds you of how long it's been.

“You alright?” You ask hesitantly.

“Perfect…”

“Hm?”

“Oh sorry, yeah, I’m just looking at ya,” he says, lips against your shoulder, covering your back with kisses. “Wait, lemme…” he walks over to your floor mirror. “You mind?” You shrug, unsure of what he’s meaning, but figure it might be fun whatever it is.

After moving the mirror, he finds himself behind you again, squeezing your cheek harshly. “Watch me slide into you for the first time.” Oh, okay. “Ready?” You nod frantically, but he spanks you before you have the chance to think. “Words.”

“Y-yes,” you breathe. “Please.”

You’re not sure where to look: the heavenly face he’s making—eyebrows stitched together and mouth dropping open—or his gorgeous body contouring with his thrusts or your thigh spilling through his long fingers.

What you do know is, though, is goddamn he feels good. This position lets him reach the deepest parts of you, hands unable to decide where to land. Should they squeeze your thigh? Spank your ass? Find your clit? Grab your tit?

“I told you to watch me,” he says through his gritted teeth. You glance back up at his eyes, but you don’t have the energy to hold it up for very long. “Watch me,” he insists. He almost sounds dominant and it makes you shiver.

But when you still don’t hold your head up, he doesn’t have the patience anymore. Yanking your head up by your hair, he forces you to watch him fuck you from behind, tits jiggling and thighs trembling rapidly. Leaning so his ear is against yours while his dark eyes find yours in the mirror, he whispers, “I told you to watch me.”

You find the strength to hold yourself up while he thrusts into you, one hand playing with your nipple while the other finds your clit. Everything feels euphoric. And again, you’re questioning why it took you a month to fuck each other.

All those late nights making out on the couch, the little touches under the table, the sexy text messages have created a tension so thick you coulda cut it with a knife.

Now, here he is…fucking you like he was made to.

“Fuck—” he whispers against your ear. Stutters of swears and your name spill out of his mouth. “Fuck…” And then you feel it. His warm cum fills you up, warming you from the inside out. His face digs into your shoulder, shaking it as he comes down from his high, hips stuttering against your ass.

Everything comes to a slow halt as he hides in your neck. “Did you—?” He nods slowly and embarrassingly. “Without making me cum first?” He hesitantly nods again. “Words.” He lets out a pathetic whine. “Words, Kai.”

“I came…before making you cum first.”

“Well,” you tisk. “Guess we’re gonna have to figure something else out.” You catch him before he can resist and toss him on his back, quick to straddle his face.

“But I won’t be able to watch like this,” he says.

“Well you shoulda thought about that before.” You don’t waste much time before you sit on his face, grinding your hip against him. His hands squeeze your hips while his tongue flicks your clit perfectly. It starts off with gentle gyrations against his face, watching yourself sensually move in the mirror.

Hands in his hair while he keeps squeezing and tasting you. He’s exploring you at first, but—

“Oh, fuck—” he quickly finds, “Right fucking there. Just like that. Yes.” And he doesn’t change anything. If it’s one thing he knew, it’s when a woman said those words, she meant it. Reaching up to squeeze your tit, thumb flicking over your nipple.

His tongue, his thumb, watching yourself in the mirror is so good, it doesn’t take long for you to reach a climax, cumming all over his face, legs trembling around his ears as you try to hold yourself up. Washing over you in waves before you catch your breath.

Plopping down next to him, your vision clears up enough to look over at him, all giddy and smiley.

“That was…” you start, still catching your breath.

“I know.”

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fallow-hollow · 7 days

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haiii :D anon who requested courting rituals with kabru here !! i meant to imply somewhere like southeast asia , ( although i could totally see kabru being from an area near the himalayas or something , like nepal , since he shares a name with one of the mountains ) but i intentionally tried to specify it reallyy vague so anyone could relate ! (๑>◡<๑)

but to be fair , i dont really think dungeon meshi really mentions the southeast much or even at all ?? (｀_´)ゞother than the mention of toshiro being from the eastern archipelago , so i'd imagine reader would be from one of the various scattered islands there towards the south ? :0

( also if you need an example , some traditional courting where i'm from is something like meeting the parents and asking for permission to pursue , handwritten letters , meaningful conversations , various gifts like flowers , and serenading ! plus just genuine respect and a willingness to wait ^_^ even though im pretty sure kabru would get a bit impatient sometimes ehehe )

i know it sounds like something pretty simple but even the little things can go a long way ٩(^‿^)۶ !!

suitor

…ft! kabru x male! reader

…tags! courting, mentions of marriage, meeting reader’s family, reader is from an unspecified place outside the island, dancing, mentions of having kids

…word count! 2025

…notes! tried to make these imagines broad but not extremely so, and some of these courting gestures do have a little kabru flare to them because he’s like that. feedback is greatly appreciated, because i want to make sure my writing is accurate to each request!

Kabru isn’t someone I’d see dating casually. Sure, he frequently uses his charm to sway people’s opinions and get them on his side, but I don’t think he’s really been in a proper relationship before at all. So if Kabru’s pursuing you, it’s for keeps.

Family is a really important thing in courting/marriage culture all around the world, so trust and believe that one of the first things he does is try to get on good terms with your family members.

Don’t underestimate the man, he will somehow deduce the mailing addresses of your immediate and extended family and immediately started getting in contact, saying he was a friend of yours and telling them about the time spent with you. Pretty quickly after that, your family starts sending you letters telling you that you should’ve told them about that lovely young gentleman you’d met sooner.

“Kabru?”

Arms crossed, you did your best to remain steadfast even as your companion looked at you with soft eyes and a gentle smile.

“Yes?” His response was laced with false innocence, but you knew he knew. He just got a kick out of hearing you say it yourself.

With a sigh, you would slump your shoulders and ask, “how did you find out the mailing address of several of my family members?”

“Oh, that was just a coincidence,” the man lied. “Remember when one of your packages got misdelivered to the tavern? The return address happened to stick in my memory, and I got curious to learn more about your family. After all, they contact you quite a bit, and I was curious about your relationship.”

Despite your lack of a headache, you rubbed your temples with your index and middle fingers to express your exasperation with the man. Kabru was great, he really was, but sometimes he confused you greatly….

“You could’ve just asked, you know that?”

The close-eyed smile he gave you in return let you know that you probably hadn’t gotten through to him much.

“I just thought it would be a nice surprise, don’t you agree?”

He might not express it much outwardly, but deep down, Kabru is really worried about being good enough to obtain the blessing to pursue you. That’s why he tries to cover as many bases as possible to be the best possible suitor for you.

When he does get to meet your family in person, he does as much preparation as humanly possible to make it all go perfectly. He studies up on local politics, sports, and cuisine in order to be able to make good conversation with your family.

I think Kabru also rather likes kids, so he’s extremely good with any younger family members you may have, which is likely to score points with your parents and other adults in the family. Kabru loves hearing the funny things kids say and seeing what sort of things their vibrant minds come up with, so he’d do things like play pretend with them. He’s also pretty physically fit, so he could play a sport or outdoor game with them too.

Even if he appears perfectly calm on the inside, he was absolutely scared shitless when he asked your family for permission to pursue you. He would assure them that he’s very much prepared to be with you in the long term, and even came prepared with things like savings for marriage or even a dowry if that’s something that is typical in your region.

Overall, Kabru is a polite, poised, and extremely well educated young man, so he’s someone that pretty much any parent would want as a son-in-law. Hearing their words of approval was like lifting the weight of an entire city off his shoulders.

“I was so worried,” your partner would admit after the fact. Completely unable to wrap your head around such a thing, you said the first thing that came to your mind.

“How could you be? You’re perfect, Kabru. If anything, I was worried you’d have something better to do than settle down with me.”

Those piercing blue eyes bored into your skull, looking at you as if you were the most insane man in the world for having said such a thing.

“How could that be when you’re perfect too?”

The question left you in such a shocked and flustered state that you hardly noticed him move into you felt both his hands holding one of your own, thumbs resting almost reverently on top of your ring finger.

“It’s almost embarrassing now to admit that at one point in time, I didn’t see a future for myself. I guess that was because I hadn’t seen you yet?”

A ‘pfft’ sound escaped your mouth almost instantly. “Oh, no need to use your smooth lines on me.”

Both thumbs pressed down on your finger ever so slightly, in the place where perhaps a ring might go.

“I mean it, I really do.”

Whether it be providing for you or taking care of a home, Kabru does his best to learn anything he needs to no one order to be a good partner. The man actually isn’t very good at taking care of himself, so him learning housework and cooking for your sake really goes to show just how devoted he is.

In fact, on one of your dates, he surprises you by presenting you with a dish he cooked himself — one from your homeland. Even if it’s not perfect, you can tell he put so much love into it.

“The arrangement of it is kind of messy, I know….” Seeing Kabru of all people acting sheepish was certainly a rare sight. As strange as it was, thinking about the implications of such a thing made you feel all warm inside. He really cared for you that much, huh……

“It’s not the appearance of it that matters, it’s the taste.” You were quick to reassure him, smiling as you took the necessary utensils in one hand. “Besides, knowing that you tried so hard for me is more than enough. I mean, I hardly ever see you cook for yourself.”

There was no way Kabru could deny your statement, so he could only nod and look to the side. Instead of directly addressing your correct assessment of his skills, he pivoted into an adjacent topic. “Cooking has always been a gesture people perform for the people they care about. All over the world, it’s something that connects families and couples… it’s only natural I should try it, regardless of my skill level.”

Your partner’s explanations of his acts of service, despite sounding like they came right out of some textbook, never failed to charm you. At its core, it was yet another reminder of how hard Kabru worked to understand how to be a good partner for you.

“It means a lot to me,” you reassured him, lifting the food to your lips, not quite eating it yet. Kabru did his best to keep his expression stone still to hide his anticipation as you inhaled the scent of the dish, making a small humming noise in reaction that he couldn’t help but overthink on the inside. Was it good? Bad? Did he not use enough spices? Too many spices? He knew he should have triple checked the recipe…

While the tallman was overthinking, you readily accepted the labor of love into your mouth, deliberating on its texture and flavor as you chewed. A sharp exhale escaped you immediately after swallowing, after which you would chirp with delight,

“It’s really nice!”

Kabru’s shoulders relaxed for the first time in the date. Mission accomplished.

I imagine Kabru keeps a journal not only about daily events, but also about people, so sometimes as a gift you might get one of the pages of his journal that has an entry about you. Sometimes the page may also contain little doodles or sketches of you, many of which were when he was admiring you without you noticing.

Kabru’s got a pretty nice singing voice, actually, and he seems to speak multiple languages, so he may try learning songs in your language to sing to you. It’s as smooth and romantic as you’d imagine, but if you start singing along with him, you can see him start to melt the second he hears your voice. You really are his weakness.

Another thing — dancing! Kabru has likely had ballroom dance lessons, but other types of dance are ones he’s more unfamiliar with. If you ever know a regional dance you want to teach him, he’ll be happy to learn, albeit super embarrassed at his own clumsiness. Being able to romance you with honeyed words and picture perfect gestures is something he prides himself on, but you reassure him that he’s just as charming even now.

A chorus of ‘sorry’s followed almost in time with the rhythm of your own feet. The man responsible for said chorus, however, didn’t seem to have much rhythm of his own yet, and was feeling rather bashful as a result.

“It’s rare that I get to see you clumsy, Kabru.” There was a teasing lilt in your voice that the other man immediately read into, despite his best judgment. Logically, he knew that you would never say something intentionally cruel to or about him, but when he was always so eager to have your favor, it was hard not to worry.

Another apology escaped his lips, after which one of your hands left its assigned position to rest under his chin. The movement of the rest of your body stilled, focusing only on getting the one you loved so dearly to face you. Blue irises were met with not a trace of malice, only the truest of endearment.

“It’s fine, Kabru.” The affection in your voice paired with how insistently you pitched these words to him gave him the strength to smile and nod in understanding, his own paranoid be damned. Resolving his habitual apologizing sated you, though you were certainly not done loving on the man that you called yours.

“Honestly it’s nice to be able to teach you things firsthand. You spend a lot of time reading about things, probably to surprise me, which is great, don’t get me wrong — but I like this.”

The little head tilt you did without thinking drove him wild on the inside, but he did his best not to show it. It would be so easy to kiss you like this.

“I like being able to feel like I can teach you something, even when you know as much as you do.”

Considering it made you this happy, Kabru might start asking you to teach him things a lot more often. For once, the thought of putting the situation in someone else’s hands made him feel warm inside instead of uneasy.

“Yeah, I like it too.”

Fashion may not be one of Kabru’s biggest interests, but the sight of you in any culture or region-specific clothing that you like always has him in awe of just how dashing you look.

This goes double if it’s your wedding and you’re wearing a traditional outfit, maybe even something passed down in the family. You might as well just kill the man then and there, really.

Speaking of marriage and family, I think Kabru would actually really like adopting a kid some time in the future, as long as everything is stable and such. Kabru himself was adopted, so the idea of becoming a home for a child who may have lost the home they had before is a concept rather close to his own heart.

Future used to be something Kabru fought desperately to create for all of humanity while never, ever considering his own place in it. So much changed after meeting you — he could actually see himself having a future now. Being an important character in a story instead of just the person telling it to somebody else.

More than anything, you saved him. He doesn’t tell this to anybody other than you, but as you lay together at night, he insists he wouldn’t trade any of this for the world.

#ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ fallow’s works!#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi x reader #dungeon meshi imagines #delicious in dungeon #delicious in dungeon x reader #delicious in dungeon imagines #kabru x reader #kabru of utaya x reader #kabru of utaya #kabru dungeon meshi

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kkuroshie · 24 days

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Keep smiling

Paring: idol!minji x idol!reader

warning: argument

Word: 920

here's the part 2 [coming soon]

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"AHHHH Y/N! Why did you do thatT^T" Hanni shout after you scared her. You keep laughing until Minji come inside the room.

"Yah han, y/n let's eat" Minji said while closing the door.

You and your members are already done eating, your supposed to leave but you saw Minji cleaning the table and you look at the clock it's already 9pm.

"Let me help you" she was surprised to your voice and she looks at you.

"I can handle it" she said while she looks at the time and everyone supposed to sleep around 9pm. You didn't listen to her you just clean the table and help her clean the plates.

Suddenly someone knocks on the door, you are curious because who would knock at your dorm when it's past 9. You and Minji stare at each other.

"Stay here I'll check it" you walk towards the door but Minji stop you by holding your wrist.

"Be careful" she's worried at you while watching you towards the door. Before you open the door the person behind it said "Pizza delivery" you stand like a wall in the middle of the room while Minji is laughing so hard.

You opened the door "THATS MINEEE EHEHE SORRY T^T" Hyerin smiled at you. "wow… really it's past 9 Hyerin" Minji said while walking towards you. "Hyerin clean everything after you guys eat" You said heading to your room, all the members looks at you with confusion "you're not going to eat?" Danielle asked you, "I'm full, but thank you" You said while making an eye contact to Minji before you close the Door.

next day

Today is your practice day for dance practice video, you check the time and your late, you rush at the bathroom to do your routine and you wear oversize White T-shirt and baggy pants both given by your brother jk and ofc your white shoes, when you lock the door you manager said "your finally up let's go time is running" you rush at the van and wait for your manager.

You finally arrive at the Hybe practice room, "sorry everyone I took so long :3" you said while putting you bag at the corner with theirs and start practicing. "NCCC GREAT JOBB EVERYONEEEEEE" your leader said with the gummy smile. It's time to change clothes but the comfort room is full because the 4 girls are changing there.

"Is the door lock?" you ask Minji, "no why?" she looks at you waiting for your answer, "I'm gonna change clothes here, my sweat are drying" You said while Minji runs to lock the door. While your change you saw Minji staring at you, "You good?" you snap Minji to gain her attention. "o-oh im sorry i- i was think something" She nervously laugh a bit, "oh its fine you can change now ill turn back" you wait fr her to change before going back to the dorm with your members.

interview day

Todays interview is one of your worst day because the host of the mc already made an issue with lesserafim before and chaewon just defend it.

"PLEASE WELCOM NEWEJEANS" The host said while you and your members go out one by one, "ellow everyone we are newjeans" all of you bow and introduce one by one.

The interview makes you angry because your members are talking, and the host keeps interrupting which shows a disrespect to the members. "you guys are not that talkative like before huh AHAHAHA" the host jokes which triggered your temper. "If you want us to talk more don't interrupt us while talking, that's so unprofessional of you" You said In the mic which make all the member and the fans Suprise at your words, the shows goes on after the incident that happened.

Your group starts to go back the backstage suddenly you manager called you " JEON Y/N" He said with a bad mood which makes your member startle. "Do you know What did you do at the show huh?!" he said pointing at you " I'm not that dumb and I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING AWHILE AGO!" You shout as you felt a pair of hands to calm you down. "we will talk later 7pm sharp" manager said while looking at you before he walks out.

meeting area

"what happened awhile ago?" PD said while taping the pen, "I don't like the way he cut us while we talk" you said staring at the pen his tappin, "but why did you say that IN FRONT of everybody" he is waiting for your answer staring at you, you took a deep breath "Ok look I hate that host since the beginning of TXT interview issue and then le serafim where Chaewon needs to defend herself because of what the host said and now us" you said, "So what is the connection?" PD-nim is curious, "I DONT WANT IISSUE BECAUSE I CARE FOR MY MEMBERS, IT'S HARDD TO DEFEND YOUR SELF JUST LIKE WHAT HAPPEND TO MY FRIEND GARAM, someone did her dirty issue, she can't defend herself AND NOW WHAT HAPPENED?! NOTHING!" you shouted at you stand up to your chair and slam the table. "y/n calm dow-" you cut your manager "ME?? CALM DOWN?? IF SOMETHING GONNA HAPPEN WITH MY MEMBERS, Your going to pay that" You said but before you leave you look back at them " PD-nim sorry for shouting but I hope you understand" you close the door and left.

PART 2 [coming soon]

#newjeans #newjeans imagines #newjeans x reader #newjeans minji #kim minji #newjeans fanfic #kpop x you #kpop x y/n #kpop x reader #kpop gg

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giggly-squiggily · 3 months

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I tried to double check and make sure Bnha is still up so be mine and sweet pea for dabihawks!! (Maybe Lee hawks?)

Oo, dabihawks! They're such a comfort pair for me; anytime I go to write them, it never fails to bring me joy :3 I've gotcha covered!

Sweet Pea: "Is this a bad spot?" + Be Mine: "Oh that is IT! Come here!"

“You smell good.” Dabi stuck his face into Hawk’s back, feathers tickling his face as he breathed in. “You get a new body wash?”

Usually Hawks would hit him with a “No I just smell like this.”- following it up with some sort of smolder.

This time however- the blonde tensed up, shivering. “M-maybe?”

Dabi blinked, surprised by the reaction. Then he narrowed his eyes- suspicious. He pressed his face in once more, nuzzling.

“Ehehe!”

“Oh, is this a bad spot?” Dabi grinned, something within him deeply satisfied at Hawk’s tittery gasp. “Your wings really are that bad, huh? I knew they were ticklish, but you’re seriously this ticklish?”

“Yooohohu shuhuhuht your mohohohouth! Nohohohot lihihike you hahhave ahahhany rooohohohom to tahhahalk!” Hawks giggled out, nearly flying out of the bed when Dabi pressed his face back into his wings. The only thing keeping him there were strong arms wrapped around his waist. “Yohohohohur sohoohooho thhihihicklish, I dohohohon’t ehehehhven ahhahahve to tohoohohuch yohohohou!”

“Oh, really? You really mean that, birdie?” Each word spoken was muffled and utterly ticklish. Hawks could barely stand it as he squirmed from one side of the bed to another, taking Dabi with him as he went. “Anymore lip and I’m taking my nice gloves off.”

“Yoohohohou’re nihihihihice?”

“Oh that is IT! Come here!” Hawks all but cackled when his wings were assaulted, his soul nearly ascending after Dabi blew a massive raspberry into the soft appendage. “Pfft- pfft! Hold on- feather in my mouth- pfft!”

“Sehhehehehrves yohoohhou rihihihihht-AH! DAHHAHBI!” The bird hero’s taunt was cut short with a scream after Dabi began clawing at the wings, scribbling and scratching. “AHEHAHHAHHA NOHOHOHOHOOHOHOOO!”

“Dabi yeees~” The flame villain grinned, puffing with pride when Hawks let out a series of bird chirps through his laughter. “Sing me a song, pretty bird. Make it a good one.”

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

#Candy Heart Valentine Event #chve2k24 #tickle #tickle dabble #mha/bnha #dabihawks #dabi #hawks #keigo takami #fluff #I love them your honor

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eddiebun · 2 years

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love letters and polaroids

pairing ; eddie munson x fem!reader ♡

summary ; your drug dealer boyfriend carries around his little lunchbox full of all sorts of substances, it was too tempting not to leave him with a little surprise one day

genre/warning ; fluff, smut, flirty!reader x whipped!bf!eddie • this content is 18+ only. explicit sexual content (minors away !! grrr), oral m receiving, car sex, penetration (use protection !! do not be dumb like eddie and reader), spit kink, drugs, degradation (whore), slapping, this is all consensual and mutual parties would’ve 100% discussed boundaries beforehand, reader is hyper fem! a little jealous?? possessive? fairy note ; cute lil idea i've had heavy on my brain, thanks to this lovely ask ehehe ♡ feedback and interactions are greatly appreciated. not fully proofread yet also sorry if this is sloppy

It was the crisp early hours of the morning, waking up in the familiar 4 walls of Eddie Munson’s bedroom but, where you normally found your boyfriend cuddled up with his face nestled at your chest, he was gone, not under the sheets nor anywhere to be seen in the room— but you relaxed when you heard the faint sound of the water pumping from the shower.

You huffed under your breath, sitting up and stretching your arms upwards above your head, the duvet and blankets pooling around your bare legs as you stretched them out too. You didn’t mean to be dramatic but without your boyfriend, your morning was boring and quite frankly you found it rude that he didn’t offer to shower with you.

You didn't feel much like complaining right now though, a cute little idea whirling around in your little curious brain when you spotted Eddie's metal lunchbox on his bedside table, he didn't keep any food in there, it was for his drug supply and dealing, but you could always leave him with a surprise to find, from his truly.

You jumped up, locating Eddie's polaroid camera laying atop a pile of unwashed clothes— or maybe they were clean, you couldn't tell with them all bunched up. You swiped the camera and giggled to yourself.

Crawling your way back onto the bed and kicking off your panties, already free from a bra since you didn’t sleep in one— picking up Eddie’s rings he had left on the bedside table to keep safe, you plopped them down your fingers despite how loosely they fitted, it would work for a couple of pictures.

You held the camera in your left hand, stretching your arm out and taking a couple of risqué photos first, covering your nipples with your fingers that were adorned with his rings, snap.

You set aside the first one, leaving it to develop as you held the camera a little higher, pushing two ringed fingers into your mouth, snap.

ohh that one probably turned out cute, you thought to yourself before continuing with your posing and camera clicking.

The next couple were less lewd and more full-on but you still made them cute and tasteful, blowing kisses and winking whilst your fingers inched close to your pussy or your back arched to give him the cutest shot of your ass.

Four polaroids, progressively getting filthier and it made you giggle thinking about the cute little rosy-cheeked boyfriend and his milk chocolate puppy eyes lighting up at the sight- oh goodness, you had to write him a little love note too!

You tugged one of his shirts over your head in the meantime and rushed to tear a piece of paper out of Eddie’s little lyric book, swiping the pen too before laying yourself on your front, legs swinging behind you as you began writing,

‘hi baby boy <3 when you read this it means i’m not with you and that makes me sad, means i miss you, even if i saw you ten minutes ago or ten hours ago, doesn’t matter. fun question, do you know how gorgeous you are? so handsome, you have me daydreaming about you even when i’m with you. you’re mine, all mine and i’m all yours so enjoy the little treats i left you, because i love you so very much my eddie bug, mwaaah!’

You didn’t have much room on the paper so you kept it short and sweet with all your i’s dotted with little hearts. Reaching around on the floor you tried finding your jacket, “a-ha” you cooed when you located it, pulling your pink lipgloss out of the pocket along with a strawberry lollipop you had stuffed in there.

You applied the lipgloss, lips painted in the pink glassy cherry scented product and pressing them to the little love note, cute little kiss marks decorating the paper and you were more than happy with it and the little surprise had your heart feeling so full and warm, you loved him so much.

You jumped up with a little squeal and bounce in your step, grabbing a hold of the four polaroids, the love note, and that strawberry lollipop, you clicked open Eddie's metal lunchbox, gently placing the gifts on top of a hefty ounce of weed before closing the lid shut, hearing it click.

In what was a timely manner you heard the bedroom door click open to reveal your damp curly haired boyfriend, towel loosely at his hips, happy trail on show which you weren’t shy about ogling and the way the stray water drops ran down his tatted arms and chest had your knees a little unstable.

Your boyfriend was more than gorgeous, everything he did captivated you and he didn’t even have to try, you’d find him alluring just sitting there with his legs spread, taking up half the damn space on the bed, which anyone with a sane mind would’ve scolded him for but you on the other hand, no, you’d drop right there in front of him and suck his dick.

Eddie wasn’t oblivious to all your staring and the way your lips threatened to tug up into a playful smile, no, he had had to deal with that since before you were even officially together. You were always more than flirty, touchy, and feely with people, but mostly and especially him, and of course that didn’t stop, only getting more incessant with the two of you in a relationship now— but Eddie was a sucker for it, he lapped up any affection you gave him, even initiating it now which you were more than overjoyed about.

“My rings.” he was looking over at you, breaking you out of your trance and you hummed, head tilting in confusion, “You’re wearing them? They don’t even fit you baby.” he chuckled, walking over to grab a fresh outfit for the day, dropping his towel.

“Oh! M’ just trying them on.” you rolled your eyes, walking over to him as he only managed to get some underwear and pants on firstly, your face pressing flush against his bare back, arms attaching around his waist in a hug and you practically moaned out, “You’re warm.”

“I just took a shower.” he replied, hearing him chuckling under his breath.

“Mhm, without me.” you scowled up at the back of his head before relaxing and pressing soft kisses where you could reach along his back.

“Aw, I’m sorry sweetheart, I was rushing around.” he held his hands up before going to turn around but you kept attached to him, waddling around the room and giggling against his back.

“We gotta go, baby, get dressed already.” he complained— though he could never find himself genuinely mad at you.

Any other day you would’ve stomped your feet and begged Eddie to stay home with you, giving him big puppy eyes and your cutest pout telling him, we can have way more fun here baby but your little solo activities from this morning had you jumping around to get dressed and out of the door.

Of course, he did find it a little odd that you had been particularly happy on a random Thursday morning, more talkative in the ride on the way to school, far more giggly, and if it was even possible— far more touchy.

Eddie found himself squirming in the driver's seat a little when you had leaned in, kissing and nipping at his neck, feeling your sticky strawberry gloss leave residue on his skin, “Hmm, this is new.” you pulled away from his neck a little and hooked your fingers around his long dangling necklace with a pendant on the end.

His eyes were fixed on the road, responsible, and you glanced at his hands, giggling when you saw him gripping the wheel, clearly distracted which was a win in your little risky book.

“Mmh, I love you.�� your arms wrapped around his waist, squeezing tight whilst your face nuzzled against his shoulder

You felt Eddie’s shoulder shake a little when he laughed, “I love you too baby, but do you have to touch up on me when I’m driving, it’s distracting.” he admitted, groaning under his breath.

You snickered against his arm before your sneaky fingers tugged his tucked hellfire shirt from his pants, your hand running up and over his stomach, feeling how warm he was and he jolted a little under your touch, ticklish.

“Hey.” he scowled, eyes glancing briefly at you in warning which only egged you on further, hand dragging back down to tug his belt out of the loops, hearing the way the little handcuff clasp jingled.

You heard his breath get caught in his throat and you felt a swell of delight rush through your body, feeling the car stop and looking around briefly to see Eddie had parked where he normally did at school.

He breathed out, going to lift his hips so you could help him tug down his pants and briefs a little, his zipper already undone but his world shattered once he heard knocking on the window, his hands flying up to adjust his clothes and you pulled back with the biggest frown on your face, seeing Gareth at the window and he noticed the dagger-eyes you gave him, words jumbled when he spoke up,

“U-uh hey man, you got those notes I lent you last week? Kinda need em’ for Ms. Kelly’s class in like.. ten minutes.” he laughed nervously, scratching behind his head.

You sighed, loud and dramatically, turning Eddie’s face and attention your way with your fingers at his chin, leaning in and pressing your lips to his, glancing behind his shoulder to see Gareth turning away, pretending he saw something.

“See you later, okay baby? I love you.” you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, lips briefly landing a few more kisses on his before finally pulling away, sending him a wink and stepping out of the car.

Eddie blinked a couple times, a little dazed as he watched you walk off with a playful bounce in your step, clearing his throat and turning his attention back to his friend, “Uh, what?— oh, the notes, right.” he laughed, cheeks and the tip of his ears tinted with a hue of pink.

“Man..” Gareth laughed quietly, Eddie forcing a chuckle out, knowingly, before pushing the papers into his hands.

“Thanks, catch you later.” Gareth scrambled off with haste in his step.

Eddie let out a strained breath, glancing down and palming himself through his denim pants, groaning in frustration, of course, his little minx of a girlfriend would give him a boner right before class— knowing he wouldn’t even have much time to catch you at lunch.

With your first few classes out of the way, you were heading to the cafeteria from the bathroom, having just fixed up your lipgloss and applied some perfume since you forgot it this morning.

When you got to the cafeteria you grinned upon seeing your boyfriend, where he usually was, at the top of the table. You walked on over to him, legs swinging around as you sat yourself down on his lap, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you started rambling on about how boring your classes were and how much you missed him.

His friends got used to this, the both of you and your very clear infatuation and attachment to their metal-head dungeon master drug-dealing friend, they kind of just learnt to zone it out, for their own good.

“I gotta go Y/N.” his bottom lip jutted out and you matched his pout, arms squeezing around him and soft kisses dragging along his neck, “Can we go home after? I don’t wanna go to gym class.” you made a displeased face and he laughed, agreeing and handing you the keys to his car.

You watched his hand that was previously settled at your waist, grabbing his metal lunchbox and patting your leg, gesturing you to get up.

He let you stand up and take his seat but you kept a hold of his hand when he went to walk away, he looked back at you before chuckling under his breath and leaning down to place a firm kiss on your lips, "Love you." he mumbled against your plush lips before he pulled away.

"Enjoy." you winked, head tilting and a sly smile tugging at the corners of your lips but he didn't think much of it, eyes rolling playfully before he walked off of school grounds and towards the woods surrounding the building, sitting on the unsteady bench and waiting for his pick up to show.

Eddie set his metal lunchbox atop the wooden table when he saw Zack approaching, waving his way and Eddie gestured back, friendly, Zack was harmless, just a quiet kid from his music class, the two would speak here and there to pass time.

"Hey man." he greeted Eddie, sitting himself down on the other side of the bench and fishing out his money from his pockets.

"Just the usual?" Eddie asked, seeing Zack confirm with a nod.

Eddie clicked open the metal lunchbox, the lid folding back to the table and he almost instantly noticed something that wasn't supposed to be there laying on top of the bag of weed, he picked up the lollipop first and recognized it as his girlfriends favorite ones, starting to get annoyed that you thought you could just store stuff in here now, he saw what looked like the back of one of many polaroid pictures, flipping one over and seeing you posing in the picture— naked with two of your fingers in your mouth.

"Uhh, one sec." Eddie laughed nervously, eyes wide, almost dropping the box as he scrambled to turn around, gripping onto the tin box and sneakily looking at the other polaroids you had oh so expertly taken for your beloved boyfriend.

Eddie cursed in his head, over and over again as he admired you, the way your back arched, your tits, pouty lips, and oh god, there was even one of your delicious pussy— he had to take a deep breath, feeling like he was getting way too worked up and aroused when he was still around someone, doing a damn drug deal. It wasn't even the first time today you had got him hard in his pants and he couldn't do anything about it.

He noticed the piece of paper after ripping his eyes away from the polaroids, he recognized the handwriting as yours, of course, but he saved it, needing to get this guy behind him dealt with and on his way.

"Yup got it right here for you." Eddie announced, pulling out his usual amount and handing over the bag, taking the money in exchange, "See ya' man." Eddie gave a polite smile, watching Zack walk away after stuffing the bag in his back pocket.

"Fuck." Eddie cursed, aloud this time. He plucked out the letter and read it, eyes darting over your dainty little handwriting and the way you dotted all your i's with love hearts, it was so endearing, and what you had written tugged at his heartstrings, feeling himself giggling at your wording and how sweet you sounded, it was just another reminder of how much he needed to treasure you, love you till the end— and he would, with no hesitation, he wanted nothing more in the world than you and he wasn't ever planning to give that up, he'd be by your side no matter what.

His eyes lingered over your polaroids once again, palming himself under the table as his tongue darted out to swipe over his bottom lip, "Fuck, what are you doing to me Y/N." he groaned.

Eddie shook his head, bringing himself back to reality as he gently placed one of the polaroids in his back pocket and the rest and the love letter back into the metal lunchbox but he also kept the lollipop out, unwrapping the fiddly plastic and popping it into his mouth.

Once he had everything gathered he made his way back onto school grounds but past the buildings and to the parking lot, striding over to his car, already seeing you leaning back in the passenger seat with your feet up on the dash and it looked like you were filing your fingernails.

Your head turned to the driver's side door once you heard it open- fully ready to attack whatever creep was trying to disturb you, with your blunt file but, your body and expression relaxed once you saw it was your puppy-eyed boyfriend.

"Eddie!" you cooed, grabby hands coming up to get a hold of him before your eyes settled on the lollipop resting on his tongue, blinking a couple times as you went quiet, remembering that little surprise you packed him.

Eddie relaxed back in the driver's seat, closing the door behind him and looking your way with a raised eyebrow, "Why'd you get so quiet, cat got your tongue?" he smirked, dumb, you thought.

"Did you see?" you asked quietly, reaching out and wrapping both your arms around your boyfriend's arm, chin resting at his shoulder as you blinked up at him prettily.

"Yeah and so did Zack Farley nearly!" Eddie's hands came up to his face, laughing into them before sighing and plucking out the polaroid from his back pocket, eyes glaring over at you, "You are gonna be the death of me you little brat." he grumbled, watching you through the rearview mirror, seeing the smug little smile on your face.

"Oh no, you didn't like it?" you jutted your bottom lip out, playfully. You knew he liked it, that's why you did it but teasing him was the fun in it.

"Shut up." he chuckled, head shaking in disbelief, "You know how crazy fucking hot you are, how much you get to my brain, and how quickly you get me worked up." he glared at you through the mirror.

"I can make it up to you baby, right now, the real thing.." you fluttered your eyelashes, setting the polaroid he was holding aside as you placed soft and gentle kisses at his neck, "just let me know." you flattened your tongue, dragging it upwards from his neck to his cheek and giggling at his grimace.

Fuck it, Eddie thought. No one was going to be around for another couple of hours what with classes still happening.

"Yay!" you gasped out in joy when you felt Eddie squeeze your thigh, giving you the green light, feeling the way his cold metal rings bit at your skin.

Your excitement was amusing to Eddie, he felt the same and he thought of himself as rather animated but you, on the other hand, you were a bundle of expressions, drama, and emotion— and he loved every bit of it.

"Since I'm like the best girlfriend ever, I'll give you another little treat, no distractions this time." you giggled, yanking off your boyfriend's felt and unzipping his pants, Eddie wasting no time in getting them down his legs.

He was so pretty, cock standing tall against his stomach, a little curved, tip flushed pink, and strong veins running either side of the shaft.

You bit down on your lip, sighing in content at the delicious sight of him, shuffling comfortably as you leaned your head down, tugging his shirt up a little to kiss along his stomach, dragging your lips down to his happy trail.

"Mmmh." you drew out a moan, pressing kisses at the base of him all the way to the tip, blinking up at him through your false lashes, hand coming up to rub your thumb along the slit of his tip, watching his hips jerk.

“nnmhm, Y/N.” he moaned so pretty and you had to kiss him, leaning back up and plucking the lollipop out of his mouth, lips flush against his and tongue swiping passed his mouth and along his tongue, tasting the sweet artificial strawberry of the lollipop.

“Eddie,” you hummed pleasantly against his lips, pulling back a little as your hand gripped against his base, stroking gently and watching the way his face scrunched a little, “want you to spit in my mouth.” you told him, and he didn’t waste a second, pushing your cheeks open with a squeeze of your face and he gathered salvia pooled in his mouth, letting it drip down into your mouth and you watched him from below, with your tongue out, letting it land and giggling at the filthy action.

“You’re so fucking hot.” he rasped out.

“I know.” you replied before he leaned down a little to press his lips back to yours, even sloppier now as your tongue twirled around each other’s. His hand reached down and squeezed your own tighter around his cock, dragging up and down with you.

You pulled away when you needed to catch your breath, Eddie leaning in to kiss and suckle messily at your neck, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging encouragingly, a squeak leaving your lips when he sucked a hickey against a sensitive part of your neck.

“Fuck.” you whimpered out, composing yourself as you leaned back down, watching the way he was moving your hand in his, stroking his cock.

You playfully bit his finger and watched him frown, “In my mouth.” you told him and he laughed at your vulgar words, pulling his hand away with yours.

Your lips continued there escapade from previously but this time, involving more tongue, dragging it upwards from his base to his tip, where you swirled and slurped before your lips attached around him, breathing through your nose as you took him inch, by inch into your mouth, only looking up at him when he was stuffed enough inside your mouth to be hitting the back of your throat.

“O-oh, ah shit, baby— baby girl,” he gasped out, one hand gripping his seat and the other at the back of your head, stroking encouragingly, “that’s good, really, really fucking good.” he murmured.

You hummed against him, pulling your head up a little before back down, starting a pretty quick pace whilst your hands cupped and rubbed his balls, you ate up every little sound that he’d make, it sending shock waves straight to where you needed him most.

“Yeah, yeah, like that.” he chanted out, pushing your head down and you loved it, your nose being tickled by his hair at the base of him and you felt him pushing at the back of your throat.

“You can— ngh, take it, that’s it, ahh fuck, feels so good, my girlfriends such a cock whore,” he threw his head back, laughing in complete euphoria, “holy fuck.”

Eddie got louder and louder when he was close, you knew that and it almost broke your heart when you pulled your head away with a pop, his hard length slapping against his stomach as he whined, hips trying to chase your mouth.

“Sorry baby, just need to ride your dick so bad it hurts.” you whined and his face softened, nodding eagerly.

You kicked off your skirt and then your thong, tugging your shirt over your head and practically pounding on your boyfriend, legs either side of him once he had pushed his chair as far back as he could.

“Fuck, you sure you don’t want me to eat you out first?” Eddie asked, hands gripping at your waist, pinching the skin gently.

“No, need you inside me.” you whined, finding his offer sweet but you just needed to feel him in your guts right now.

Your hand dipped underneath you and you gasped, pushing the tip of his cock back and forth through your soaking slit, whimpering out shamelessly, “o-oh god..” you cried out already.

Eddie just stared, lip bitten between his teeth as his eyes concentrated on your burning hot cunt right above his cock, groaning out and digging his fingers into the soft skin of your hips once you sunk down on his cock, hearing your cute little mewls.

“Uh— oh god, you’re so tight, stay still.” he rasped out, squeezing onto you to ground himself, sweat already forming on his neck.

You giggled quietly, in complete bliss at feeling so full, your ass flush with his lap as every inch of him was inside you and you were really trying not to clench but he hit every sensitive little nerve inside you.

Relaxing, as best as you could, you stabled yourself and lifted your hips up with Eddie’s help, sinking back down with combined oh’s and ah’s slipping passed your lips.

“You’re big, so big, I love it so much.” you whimpered out in a broken sob, hips swirling a little before going back to bouncing in his lap.

“I know baby, you’re doing so good, cunt keeps sucking me in— ah!” he hissed through his teeth, hands moving up your body and tugging your bra down, leaning in and attaching his mouth around your nipple whilst his fingers toyed with the other.

You got louder and your hands tangled back into his hair, bouncing quicker and sloppier, “Yes, yes! Oh Eddie! a-ah!” you squealed, “Wan’ cum, wanna cum all over your cock.”

He felt you squeezing and clenching around his length again and the way your hips were stuttering, he found it so cute. Eddie reached out, pulling you flush against his chest as his arms squeezed around your waist.

“Just stay still sweetheart, I got you.” he sighed against your ear and you didn’t need to be told twice, going limp in his secure, firm hold.

Eddie started jackhammering his hips up against you and you gripped onto his arms, sobbing out in pleasure at the erratic, messy pace.

It had you blabbering out complete nonsense and drooling all down his shirt, he sounded so good too, groaning picking up in volume and you heard him moaning your name out in a chant.

“Oh baby, Y/N— right there, yeah? Hmm?” he cooed right against your ear and you couldn’t even muster up a response, way too gone as you felt yourself snap, clawing your nails down his arms, anywhere you could grab as you felt your orgasm washing over you, whole body trembling in complete bliss.

You didn’t even get a chance to breath because you felt warm, hot sticky cum filling you up, Eddie pressing up into you like he couldn’t get enough, like he needed more, “Y/N! Fuck— ngh, so good, pussy feels like heaven.” he rasped out, slowly coming down from his high.

You gasped, looking down at where you were connected and seeing the mess, whole body still quivering but you found the energy to swipe your finger down in to the puddle of cum on his lap that had dripped out of you.

Stuffing your fingers into your mouth and tasting him with a pleased hum, pulling your fingers out and pressing your lips to his, hearing Eddie groan at the taste.

You pulled away when you needed to catch your breath, giggling at how messy the two of you were, Eddie’s eyes lingering over your body,

“Take a polaroid picture, it’ll last longer.” you winked playfully.

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