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whats-her-quirk · 2 years

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for the longest time

kakashi hatake x reader 18+ mdni warnings: former sensei/student relationship, alcohol, explicit sexual content, corruption kink, praise, use of “good girl” and “sensei” during sex, cumshot, fluffy pillowtalk wc: 4.7k a/n: this is my entry for @cyancherub's BFTD collab and my last fic of the year. May 2022 be kind.

playlist: for the longest time by billy joel

“Sensei!” It had been a long time—years even—since Kakashi had heard that title in that voice. He turns, hands buried in his pockets, to the door of the pub, to see you slipping past a few others who, along with Kakashi, are waiting for a table or a couple barstools to open up. You’ve changed–different hair, a more mature face–but you’re also exactly the same, Kakashi thinks as you throw your arms around his neck and drag him into a hug.

Eternally thankful for the black mask that hides his embarrassed flush from the onlookers, Kakashi loops his arms loosely around your waist. His elbows settle into the crooks of your waist, palms pressed against the dip of your lower back. You’ve matured, that’s for sure, with curves in places your girlish frame never had before, back when–

“It’s so good to see you,” you greet him, finally pulling away. “How long has it been?”

Grinning, Kakashi rubs the back of his neck. “Gee, I don’t know. Three, four years maybe?” At least, he thinks, though he’s never been the best at keeping track of time. At least three years since you were his student, before you were promoted to chunin and left town on a mission as a medical assistant. Come to think of it, “Are you even old enough to drink?”

You scoff. “‘Course I am. I’m grown up now, you know.” And a lump forms in Kakashi’s throat.

“Table for two?” Kakashi coughs, taking a step back as the hostess who took his name reappears. She looks between the two of you for an answer, and only then does he remember his manners.

“Well, in that case, would you like to have a drink while we do some catching up?” He clears his throat again, a nervous habit he’s picked up somewhere along the line. “Unless you were already meeting someone…” His stomach sinks at the thought.

You shrug off your jacket. You’re wearing a simple sheath dress underneath, nothing flashy, but it falls perfectly over your curves and a pair of thin knee socks. “No, I wasn’t. But I’d love some company.” Chipper as always, he notes. Mouth turned up in a goofy grin, he motions to his side, and the two of you follow the hostess to a little table in the back corner.

As you sit down across from him, a little tea light candle flickering in a stained glass votive on the table, Kakashi orders a bottle of sake. “Two glasses,” he says with a little wave of his hand.

“Sensei, you don’t have to treat me,” you huff, and Kakashi feels his neck heating under his collar. “I’m an adult now, I don’t need to beg money off of you anymore.”

He clears his throat. “Well if you’re going to keep calling me that name, the least you can do is let me buy the first round. If you want more, you can get the next one, ok?” This seems to placate you, and Kakashi is finally able to take a big exhale as you start into your stories about your time with the medical corps. On one hand, it’s fascinating for him to hear what you’ve been up to, a former star pupil gone on to do great things like mending bones and saving lives. Meanwhile, he’s been doing much of the same, pulled this way and that by duty with nothing much to say for himself since you left. On the other hand, he can’t stop watching your mouth, the way it moves over the candlelight, the shifting of your jaw as you speak.

When the sake arrives, Kakashi pours your glass so you don’t have to stop talking, but when he pulls down his mask to take a drink, you do anyway. You gasp his name aloud, startling him almost enough to make him spit out his drink.

“What, what?”

You cover your wide-open mouth with your hand. You hesitate, and he can sense you picking your words carefully. “It’s just that… I’ve never seen the rest of your face before.”

Ah, that would explain your wide eyes and slack-jawed expression. He pulls his mask back into place. “Sorry to ruin the illusion. I guess I don’t usually remove it in front of students.”

After a swig from your glass, you cross your arms on top of the table. Your movements are much more graceful than Kakashi had ever seen you in battle, elegant even as you regard him across the table. “No, it, uh,” you stumble. “You’re very handsome.”

And because he’s terrible at accepting compliments, especially about his appearance, Kakashi chokes on the sake that’s sliding down his throat. He lifts his mask back to his mouth as he coughs while you lean over the table with a hand outstretched, as if you’re about to pat him on the back. He puts a hand up to stop you. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” he chokes. You fall back into your seat, and he swears he catches you blushing.

If Kakashi was a smarter, stronger man, he’d finish his drink, cover the bill, and walk home by himself. He’d put a firm stopper on the butterflies in his stomach and leave things exactly where they are right now. But he can’t; not when you, a woman in place of the girl he once knew, are smiling at him like this, like he hung the moon. No, Kakashi has never felt weaker.

So the two of you empty the bottle of sake together. And another. And another. It’s only when you motion to order a fourth—he bought two, so you need to buy two, you assert—that he moves to stop you. He’s not necessarily a lightweight, but shinobi aren’t really supposed to drink, let alone this much. “Hey, maybe we should wait a little while, hm?” He tilts his head to the side, eyes closing with his shrouded grin.

Your hands fold together under your chin. “Fair point. I should probably sober up a little. I have to get myself home somehow.” You giggle, face a little flushed and misty from the alcohol, radiant nonetheless.

“I’d make sure you got home safely,” he’s promising without a thought. As soon as it comes out, he’s worried it’s too forward, too creepy. If there’s a line here, Kakashi feels like he’s toeing it. The last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable around him, or to break your trust. He really shouldn’t let this go any further.

The apple of your cheeks rise when you smile. “That’s just like you, Kakashi sensei. Always taking care of us.”

Us. Your old team, you must mean, but he sees the others around the village all the time; right now, he’s only thinking of you. And he should stop. So he asks for two glasses of water, “to help us sober up together.”

After a few sips of water, you fidget in your seat, crossing and uncrossing your legs under the table and rolling your neck on your shoulders. He simply watches until you settle in, then sigh. “So, what should we talk about now?”

He gets the hint; you’re done talking about your field experience. That’s fine; another time, Kakashi thinks. Instead, he asks, “So, you’re back in town. Where are you staying?”

“In a hotel, for now,” you answer drolly, stirring your water in its glass with your straw, though your eyes don’t leave him. “I’m not sure what my next assignment is going to be, so I figured I’d wait until I heard about that before I started putting down roots, you know?”

“Yeah.” His reply comes out sadly; he knows all too well what it’s like, especially as a young, accomplished ninja, not knowing when or where your next mission will take you. That sinking feeling from earlier returns, settling heavy as a stone in his gut. You might be leaving again, and soon. And he should be happy for you, that you’re being recognized for your strengths and selected for higher rank missions. Instead, it starts a countdown in his head—either his time’s almost up, or the other shoe will have to drop.

“I’d like to stay for a while, if they’d let me,” you confess, and the world stops turning.

On the edge of his seat, Kakashi pushes. “Oh?”

You nod. “I’d like to teach, I think. Help a group of genin rise to their potential, like my sensei did for me.”

For the first time, Kakashi feels himself stir in his pants at the sound of that title. Your sensei. Yours.

But he doesn’t want to let on. It’s gross, and it’s not fair to you. So he shrugs, putting on that aloof expression he uses to avoid getting too close to anyone. “It’s what any half-decent mentor would do.”

Your eyes trail down to the table, your lips pulling into a tight lipped smile. Idle fingers stir your drink; for the first time tonight, you won’t look him in the eye. “You’re the best. I mean…” Kakashi can barely make out your voice, which has dropped in volume and pitch from your usual cheery tone. He tries not to look too eager, hands splayed on the table as he leans in to listen—“I always had a crush on you.”

That stops Kakashi in his tracks. His spine tingles all the way up to his neck. Even with his mask up, he’s not sure you don’t notice his jaw fall open for a second before he coughs to cover it up. Seeing you again made him feel things he never expected, things he should be ashamed of. But perhaps if you feel the same way… no. You said you had a crush. Past tense. Still, he chokes out, “You did?”

“Mmhmm.” A grin bursts on your face, half-hidden by your hand. “If I’m being honest, I still do.”

Kakashi’s mind races through all the reasons he shouldn’t let this go any further. What if he’s just taking advantage of you in a vulnerable time? What if you change your mind and regret what happens next? Besides, Kakashi knows himself, what he is, the walls he builds to keep people at arm’s length. He’s not as young as he used to be either. There’s no reason you should want—no, none at all. “Surely, after all this time though, there must be someone else.”

“Well, no.” Your voice threatens to shake, but you shift again in your seat, pulling more confidence from deep down. “I’ve had other crushes, sure. But there hasn’t been anyone…”

It takes about half a second to sink in, then Kakashi feels himself twitch hard between his legs. Fuck. If you’re saying what he thinks you’re saying, he’s done for. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s just his lust finally winning the battle waging inside of him when he asks, “So you’ve never been with someone…?”

You shake your head. “I mean, I’ve done some things but never, you know, all the way.”

Under Kakashi’s mask, he’s unbearably hot. He can’t think straight, not when you’re sitting across this little table and looking at him like that, coy and almost needy too. But this can’t be up to him. If you want to do something about this, you have to make the move, not him. So he replies, “That’s totally normal.” And he waits, hands clenched in his lap.

You chuckle without humor. “Thanks, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. Not when everyone else my age has done a lot more.”

“In my experience, half of them are embellishing and the rest are flat out lying,” he says, eyes wrinkling with a smile. The last thing he wants is to feel like there’s something wrong with you. If he didn’t feel so goddamn pervy, he’d start coming onto you right now to prove it.

That, you snort at. “You’re probably right. But it doesn’t mean I don’t want… that I haven’t thought about…”

Kakashi says your name then, soft but deliberate. You look up, eyes wide. He can barely stand it anymore, but he’s determined to be a gentleman, as much as the situation will allow. But god, he wants you. He wants to take you home and show you how things are done before some thoughtless boy does it first and does it wrong. “You can just tell me, if you want to. What do you want?”

He waits with bated breath while you bite the side of your finger. Your eyebrows crease; you’re thinking about it, he can tell. Then you push your water glass toward the edge of the table so you can lean over it. Automatically, Kakashi does the same, meeting you somewhere in the middle. You hesitate a second more, scanning his face up and down before locking your eyes on his.

“I want you to be my first.”

He can’t stop the corner of his mouth from quirking up in satisfaction. With a shiver of anticipation, Kakashi places his hand on top of yours on the table. His head tilts to the side, the way it always does when he’s trying to put someone at ease. “Let’s go, then.”

Kakashi gasps a little when you press forward to kiss him over his face mask. Heat surges in his chest, compelling him to move. He turns quickly in his seat, raising his hand to get the server’s attention. “Check?” he asks, and you giggle.

He’s glad you keep giggling while he settles up the bill, while he takes you by the hand and leads you out into the night, to his apartment, to his bedroom. Your nervous energy is palpable, but you don’t seem uncomfortable, and he intends to keep it that way. You linger by the door, legs rubbing together when he turns to look at you straight on. Something twists in his stomach—it’s strange seeing you this way, in a sexual way. Kakashi is still trying to wrap his head around it, to not feel like some kind of sick fuck, but the way you reach for him as he approaches helps him forget. It’s all about you, after all. And it’s his job to make you comfortable.

Your arms curl lightly under his, like you want to touch him, but you’re scared to. Kakashi takes a step closer, pulling down his mask before resting his hands in the curves between your shoulders and your neck. Slowly, he leans in, leaving the last few centimeters for you to close. You suck in a breath when your mouths meet, and Kakashi gets it. He feels the head rush too, the sudden adrenaline of kissing you for the first time, the push and pull of your lips unfamiliar but so sweet. Your hands twist into the back of his shirt as he swipes his tongue into your mouth. After a few blissful moments, he pulls back, and you’re practically panting.

His voice low, he strokes your collarbone with his thumb and asks, “Can you tell me how far you’ve gone before?”

You clear your throat. “Kissing, making out, I guess. People have touched me under my clothes, but I’ve never touched someone else.”

Kakashi hums thoughtfully. “Been fingered? How about oral?” Fuck, he feels so dirty, but he’s addicted already, can’t wait to show you a good time, to make you feel better than you ever have before.

“Fingered, yes. I’ve never done oral, either way.” You glance away, embarrassed, perhaps.

Kakashi’s cock twitches, but he does his best to keep his cool. He lifts your chin with a few fingers. “That’s ok. I just wanted to know.”

“Mmkay.” His stomach sinks; you’re closing off a little, hit by a wave of self-consciousness. Softly, Kakashi cups your face and kisses you again until you start to melt into him. He looks you in the eyes when he pulls back.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. And we can stop any time, ok? But you have to promise to be honest with me if you don’t like something.”

“Ok. Promise.” Emboldened, you press your body against his and smile into another kiss. Kakashi can’t help but chuckle a little and hold you tighter while you explore his mouth again. You really like kissing, he thinks, but it’s also what you’re used to. He’ll have to be the one who moves things along, step by step.

He takes you in by the lungful, breathing in your scent and taste while he runs his hands down your sides, over your hips, to cup your ass. You squeak when he gives a little experimental squeeze, and in spite of himself, Kakashi moans into your mouth. Every part of you feels exquisite, strong but pliable under his rough, bandaged hands. He holds it together until you start to nibble on his bottom lip and switches in his head start to flip.

Kakashi drags his lips to your ear, huffing, “Take off that dress for me.” Indulgently, he scrapes his teeth over your lobe and presses a firm kiss to your neck that makes you gasp in shock. He chuckles again before sliding out of his vest and yanking his shirt off over his head. You do as you’re told, slipping out of your dress before falling helplessly against his bare chest, drawn to him like a pin to a magnet. Surely you can feel his cock swell in his pants, but there’s no helping it now.

Taking a moment before he pulls you onto the bed, Kakashi looks you up and down. You’re bare-chested, not wearing anything under your low-neck dress but panties and stockings. Any other time, he’d tell you that you’re naughty, dressed so skimpy under your street clothes, but he holds back. He doesn’t want to make you any more self-conscious than you might already be. Instead, he holds you by the waist and presses more kisses to your neck and sternum. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, and the whimper you offer in exchange lands directly between his legs.

He guides you onto the bed, pulling you down on your side next to him for more deep kisses before he rolls over on top of you. The way you inhale and cling to him makes him shudder, his hips grinding up against yours before he rests more of his weight on you. He’s hard already, but he’ll wait; he has to. You need more prep first, more time to get used to him and what he does to you.

His mouth travels lower, teasing at your cleavage. He cups one breast in his hand, groaning at the swell of it before attaching his lips to your opposite nipple. You whine again, a sweet little sound. “You like this?” Kakashi asks, lifting his head.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Feels good.”

Kakashi hums. “Fucking gorgeous tits,” he praises before pressing in for more, mouthing over your nipple until it’s pert enough to flick while he switches to the other. The way you scratch at his back, twitching underneath him, sends little waves of pleasure down his spine.

Gradually, Kakashi works his way down to your stomach, smearing glistening saliva over your skin in his wake. When he reaches the waistband of your panties, he pushes himself up onto his knees and revels in the way you whine his name.

He runs his hands over your thighs before petting over your lower tummy. “Can I use my mouth on you? I’ll make it feel good.”

When you tuck your chin and look up at him, your eyes are a little hazy. Patiently, he traces his fingers along your legs until you collect yourself and nod. “Y-yeah.”

“If you want to stop, just say so,” he reminds, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

“No, you can keep going.”

Kakashi kicks off his pants first, careful to keep his erection stuffed into his boxers. As he hooks his fingers in your waistband, you lift your hips without him even having to tell you, and he slides your panties off and drops them onto the floor. He tries not to stare—really tries—but he gets a little caught up looking at your pretty cunt. His ribs tingle thinking about how no one has ever done what he’s about to do to you.

Flopping onto his stomach, Kakashi pulls your legs over his shoulders. Your breathing is erratic, chest rising and falling too fast, but he trusts you to tell him if it’s too much. He decides not to make you wait another second and presses a few kisses to your mound before taking his first lap at the outside of your folds. You moan and your legs shake, but he goes slow, licking up your core a few more times, teasing you.

“Fuck, please, Kakashi.” Your voice startles him, so he stops immediately. It’s like the world falls out from underneath him until he sees your face, brows pushed high, mouth open and panting. “More, don’t stop. Don’t be so gentle, please.”

His cock pulses and he moans, unabashedly, as you beg for him, and he’s all too happy to oblige. “If you say so,” he coos before lowering his chin and wrapping his lips around your pussy. You hiss and try to buck up when he sucks, harder this time, but Kakashi simply chuckles and keeps going. He can feel how tight you are, so he swirls his fingers in your slick before pressing one inside you, giving you something to clench around as he licks up your folds and noses at your clit.

His face is thoroughly wet, Kakashi keeps teasing you, pulling those melodious whines from your throat, slurping down your essence like sweet nectar. You’re intoxicating, getting him more drunk than the sake ever could. He adds another finger, crooking two together into your gummy walls while he laves over you with his tongue. His body buzzes when you reach down, pushing his headband off as you pull at his mess of white hair. He could make you cum like this, easily, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. Almost forlornly, he swirls his fingers once more before pulling them out, shoving his tongue into your hole one last time to taste you before backing off.

You moan again as he stands to remove his boxers, but he’s back kneeling between your legs as fast as he can. “I’m right here,” he croons, anchoring himself on one hand so he can lean over you and stroke himself with the other. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

You writhe against his sheets, happy but obviously a little frustrated. Adorable. Kakashi’s head feels light; he’s so ready to be inside you, so ready to give his cock the attention it’s sorely missing. He won’t make you wait anymore—couldn’t even if he wanted to.

“Kakashi,” you moan. “Please.” He’s not sure you even know what you’re asking for, but it makes his whole body flush with heat.

“You wanna touch me first, baby? Or just want me to put it in?”

You toss your head a few times before your eyes fall between his legs. “Lemme—” You reach down, and Kakashi has to throw his head back when you clumsily wrap your fingers around his shaft. It’s an awkward angle, but the friction feels so good, mind-bendingly so when he remembers it’s you. He groans when you rub at the tip, clearly not knowing what you’re doing but pleasuring him all the same. The first time his hips buck against his will, Kakashi gently pushes your hand away. You won’t last long, but at this rate, he won’t either.

Panting, he asks, “You ready for me?”

Falling back, your arm flopping over your eyes, you croak out a shaky, “Yeah.”

“Look at me then. Please.”

Kakashi waits until you uncover your eyes, face as bare and vulnerable as his own, before he guides himself to your pussy. “Good girl.”

You gasp and whine as his cock breaches your entrance. He starts with the smallest thrusts he can manage, pressing into you with his chest low so you can wrap yourself around him however you want. Your thighs tuck in and squeeze around his hips, your cunt blossoming to take a little more of him with each movement. You’re so tight, so untouched it’s making him crazy, knowing he’s ruining you, your purity. A selfish little voice in his head hopes he ruins you for other men, for sex with anyone else. He wants you wholly his own.

“Fuck,” he grunts when the last few inches finally slip in. You cry out too, breath hard against his face. “You ok?”

Your hands cup his cheeks, holding him close before your eyes threaten to roll. “Yeah, so good.” And then you do the worst thing you could possibly do: you smile at him and press your thumb over the beauty mark on his chin. How’s he ever supposed to let you go after you do something like that?

You tilt your chin up, asking for a kiss. Kakashi mindlessly locks his lips with yours as he starts to move, slowly rocking his hips and sliding in and out of you. You moan and jab your tongue in his mouth, and he loves it, all of it—the sloppy kisses, the sensual squelching of your cunt around his cock. It’s as perfect as anything could be.

As he expected, you clamp around him like a vice, all your muscles tight as he coils you up from the inside. He lets you hold his face as he pulls back for more leverage, picking up his pace as he thrusts his hips against yours. “Tell me when you’re close to climaxing,” he grits out.

“I’m close.” In that case, he reaches down to flick at your clit, and you scream.

“I got you, I got you,” Kakashi promises, feeling you start to pulse.

“Kakashi sensei, please—” And you snap, gushing as you flutter around him and moan through it. He presses inside you and grinds there, letting you come down as he focuses on finding his own release. He doesn’t want to fall far behind you, wants to be there to hold you and take care of you now that the big moment is over for you.

He thrusts a few more times, hissing breath through his teeth because fuck, you just feel so good. He’s close, so close, but he has to, needs to—

“I’m gonna pull out,” he warns you, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock before wrenching his hips back. He’s coated in your release, wet and slick as he strokes himself the rest of the way there, groaning as he shoots cum onto your stomach until he can’t anymore.

Jaw tight, Kakashi shivers in the aftershocks before crawling off you and collapsing at your side. He reaches for you as soon as he’s able. “Are you ok? Talk to me, please.”

Your eyes are softly closed as you rest against his pillows, in his now-soiled sheets. Then you lace your fingers with his, your palm to his knuckles. “Yes, I’m good. Kinda sticky.” You both laugh at the blunt comment, Kakashi pulling both your hands toward him so he can kiss the back of yours.

“Sorry about that, I could have warned you a little more.”

“It’s ok. I kinda think it was… really hot.”

Kakashi hums. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, but can I take a bath before I leave?”

Kakashi laughs again. He can’t remember the last time—any time—he was this joyful and giggly after sex. He feels like a completely different man than he was at the beginning of the night: laid, yes, but mostly just smitten.

“Of course. But you can stay until tomorrow if you want. Or however long you want.”

The apples of your cheeks darken. “Could we maybe… do that again?”

Kakashi grins, eyes crinkling. “Oh no, I’ve created a monster.”

You push at his shoulder. “Not right now. But maybe tomorrow. Unless you don’t want—”

He cuts you off with a kiss pressed to your lips, hoping you get the picture. As long as you’ll have him, he just wants to be yours.

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zgvlt · 2 years

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not his type idia shroud x reader

summary: in which the prefect thinks they're not Idia's type, Idia thinks the prefect is too good for him, and the first years are tired of their shit

author's note: i saw a bunch of posts last year talking about how boys tried getting into kpop for their gfs that's my inspo

tags: gender neutral reader, sfw, fluff, mutual pining, not actually unrequited love, idia-typical angst lines, 7.4k+ words, JP translation terms used (e.g., dorm leader)

you can also read this on AO3

i. livestream chats are the worst and here’s why

Was it normal to support your friend, arguably your only friend, in their endeavors, especially if it’s something audience based like streaming? Even though Idia’s perceptions of normal were slightly skewed, he would definitely say so. Of course it wasn’t like you really needed his support anymore— you had obtained a substantial enough following, with a consistent set of donors who gave you your allowance and helped you live more comfortably, but he still made the effort to set up your streams on a second monitor.

He couldn’t always watch you, busy coding and gaming, with schoolwork and keeping Ortho happy, but you were always there on the second screen for an hour or two— lowered volume or muted if really necessary, but there. He’s been there since your first stream, and he wasn’t going to lose out to a bunch of normies when it came to supporting you.

Plus, well, he enjoyed listening to you talk. Even with your kindness and understanding of how he was as a person it was still difficult for him to talk to you and be in the same room as you for more than half an hour without the presence of a video game— a significant improvement compared to his previous records, but still in need of work.

With your stream, at least, it’s a little like you telling him about your day, talking about a recent song you found yourself into, or even the stories he knew came more from your world than something you made up on the spot. Plus, the Grim focus camera was cute. It would take more than two hands to count the number of donations you received for the sake of feeding the little furball premium food.

He might have contributed to a third of the feed-and-spoil-Grim funds you had received, but that's besides the point.

When you weren’t busy with whatever a prefect was supposed to do in the first place, you streamed after class; today just so happened to be one of those free days— a day where he’d pull your stream up on the second monitor and treat you as a podcast while working on his next project.

Then, out of nowhere, you read out a super chat.

“‘What’s your type?’ My type, huh…”

That kind of question… wasn’t that really dangerous?! When other streamers or V.A.s get asked that kind of question and the answer wasn’t vague or “my fans are my type” people would start speculating if it’s someone in the same industry, or even getting jealous of some made-up guy or girl! Your fanbase wasn’t that toxic, it wasn’t like you got into the whole fanservice thing anyway, and your mods would be there to ban viewers if needed, but still! That question, it’s out of topic so you should avoid it!

Idia still turns up the volume, though. It’s not like he’s hoping for one type of answer or another, hope was an inherently biased ideal that set people up for disappointment, but then again he was already used to being disappointed whenever it took him more than three ten pulls to get the Limited SSR character he wanted, so…

He expected you to pull out an answer that was safe, like someone who will like me for who I am or someone tall and handsome or my favorite video game character because I have to stay loyal to my oshi, but you answered even safer than he thought.

“That’s a secret!” you laughed, but before Idia could figure out whether he was disappointed or satisfied with the answer you decided you had more to say. “Ah, speaking of type… maybe I’m overthinking, but the guy I liked… I just found out I wasn’t his type? Um, in the visual department at least.”

WHAT?! So much for trying to be safe! That answer was even worse than actually answering what your type was! A type was at least hypothetical, but actually admitting you had someone you liked? You might as well have told all your delusional fans they had no chance whatsoever! Your donations might decrease! Was that okay with you? Maybe all those overblot encounters turned you crazy!

And just who was this guy?! Did Idia know who he was? You definitely didn’t tell him anything about this!

You didn’t seem to think admitting it was that big of a deal, as if this was just another one of your daily stories and complaints, but your chat certainly thought it was a big deal— yeah there were some comments being nice about it and comforting you, and a bunch of disgusting losers whose accounts would probably be temp banned from the chatroom in a bit, but the reaction was the same as him— a resounding WHAT?!

Even two of your mods seemed surprised, if their messages were anything to go by!

[MOD] basketball1720923 (he/him): eyo WHAT you keeping secrets from us now? this is the first i’m hearing this!!

[MOD] tamagoegg0603 (he/him): i mean i knew you liked someone but… you’re not his type?

[MOD] basketball1720923 (he/him): right?? what the heck am i glad i’m online to mod because what is going on

Idia wasn’t born yesterday, so it’s obvious who your mods were— so yeah, maybe it was a given Ace and Deuce would know who you liked! Even though you were probably his closest friend, and that clearly wasn’t reciprocated, and that was whatever… wasn’t like he had much to say about normie love anyway… more importantly, your type did not have you as his type? Idia could be happy, of course, not that he was ever planning on making a move in the first place because that was just gross and rejection was even worse, but more than anything…

He was really pissed! The same feeling when someone on the forums said his favorite character was boring when clearly they carried the whole show on their backs and fulfilled every single niche anyone could ever want plus was the peak of visual design plus wasn’t just there to fill a spot or be mindless fanservice?! Hah? Whoever this was was clearly some one star fodder who didn’t know how to appreciate you, who was easily the best SSR… no… UR on campus that wasn’t a little meow meow or Ortho!

He could go lament later, now he was too busy being annoyed! Project be damned for now, he had something more important to deal with— which was joining the chat in anger… with his super secret account, duh. Yeah you knew he watched you, but he would actually never show you his face ever again if you ever found out his username.

You were busy trying to placate the chat, explaining that it really wasn’t that big of a deal, until another super chat arrived— one you were obligated to acknowledge.

“Thank you so much gasbossgirlkeepgatelight! They asked, ‘will you still keep liking him? Will you do anything to get him to like you?’... good question! Feelings will come and go naturally, so I’m not gonna do anything to stop it. As for getting him to like me…”

Another super chat popped up on screen.

“Oh, thank you for the sub hihoney! She asked, ‘you said it was something visual right? Is it what you wear? Because if it’s something else I’m going to throw hands-’ aha, yep, apparently he likes… um, basically a different aesthetic clothing wise. What can I even do about that?”

Nothing! Do nothing!

Everyone seemed to agree with Idia’s thoughts… almost everyone.

fineasandpherb (she/her): you could try impressing him wearing the clothes he usually likes?

HAH? Wear new clothes for some mob chara? A.K.A. CHANGE YOURSELF?! Sure, a limited time costume change for a popular five star character was almost always desirable, especially if the company wasn’t so stingy to put it behind a tiered paywall, but IRL? Not like this! And definitely not for someone who couldn’t appreciate it! He was very much an anti for this plan! Even if he did think it would be cute if you tried out all sorts of styles!

Thus, he began typing furiously on his keyboard, and sent out a super chat as well.

“Ah! Welcome back, NekuraSamurai! I don’t remember seeing you in my last stream,” he was there, just too busy to fully pay attention and participate in chat, “you don’t think I should change myself at all for anyone other than myself? That’s really sweet, thank you!”

abyssmage (he/him): bro its you again just give up already

abyssmage (he/him): you’re not gonna get a chance lmaooo

abyssmage (he/him): beta behavior

[MOD] basketball1720923 (he/him): shut up and get banned, bitch

GG. Sometimes extroverts like Ace deserve rights after all.

“Ah, well, I wasn’t planning on changing myself or anything. That would be ridiculous!” you agreed, much to Idia’s relief, “although the aesthetic he likes is cute too! It’s this all black, emo, kind of edgy type of design… I kind of wonder if I can pull it off…”

Hah, even though he still thought the unknown guy was a total NPC, he could at least appreciate his taste. You probably would look cute in something like that, but he’d rather you try it for yourself than for someone else.

Eventually the chat calms down and he’s back to multitasking between listening to you talk and working, but now that he’s less heated he’s back to being… ugh, hating on the stupid chemical reactions in his brain that decided you just had to be his first love. After his whole spiel months ago about infatuated guys being useless!

“Ugh, being in love is so gross…”

ii. whoever invented double tap the screen to like can get sent to tartarus

Idia knew he was a pretty pessimistic guy, but this was a whole other arc he didn’t think he’d have to go through ever in his life— or at least in college. Shouldn’t he, as a student, just focus on his studies and spend the rest of his free time grinding through all the events in his numerous gacha games? Instead he was lying in his bed, scrolling through your social media as 1 Hour of Best Anime Sad Emotional and Sad Anime OST Mix - Sad Anime Music Collection played through his headphones.

What did that mean? It meant he, at least, didn’t feel pathetic enough to start curating his own playlist filled with the slowest, most painful songs from his favorite girl groups. The ready-made playlist was at least just instrumentals— if he actually started listening to songs while relating to the lyrics? It was game over for him.

Did he think he ever had a chance with you? No, and he certainly wasn’t going to do anything about it because he couldn’t bother you. He was more than aware that being with someone like him, with a guy who not only had his personality but his background too was… an overload of problems that were practically impossible to patch, but that wasn’t the point! He was still allowed to feel upset on his own, wasn’t he?

There were people out there who went crazy over their favorite voice actor, a person they didn’t even know, getting married, so he was going to internally cry in anguish over this without shame.

…okay, definitely a lot of shame because he wouldn’t want anyone to know, but whatever.

Just one hour, he told himself, one hour of moping and then he was going to be productive— meaning he was going to game all day and all night to distract himself. What was gaming if not the ultimate form of immersion and escapism?

That was how he found himself looking through your MagiCam— not the public one, he had already looked through that yesterday, but the private one you had strictly for your friends only.

Being considered your friend, not because you forced your way into becoming one but because you actually earned it… that kind of attitude was really… sure it left good feelings, but it also really, really irked him.

It was incredibly unfair— the fact that you were a total bias wrecker. It wasn’t just that you decided to completely destroy his perception of his ideal type, placing yourself higher on the tier list than any 2D wife or husband or unattainable idol, but the fact that you were just… extremely patient with him, and understanding of his introverted nature.

Even if just for a while he could stand to occupy the same space as you without being overcome with discomfort, and that meant a lot. He doesn’t know if you know that, but it does.

You certainly post more in private, half of them not even pictures of you but of your friends, ickle wickle Grim (he had to resist liking those), even a few pictures of the food you ate or something you bought recently.

That was such a normie thing to do, and that did not deserve to be as cute as he found it to be.

Then he came across another picture— just you, looking down at Grim as he took a nap on your lap, and he really just meant to click on it to zoom a little closer, but one click got registered as two… leading to a freak out.

HE LIKED THE POST, IN THE LITERAL SENSE. Not just any post either, but a post from, what, months ago? What kind of excuse could he even pull there? ‘Oh, I just happened to find this picture of you and Grim from months ago on my MagiCam homepage when you know I don’t really use it other than to follow the idols and live action actors I like, and seeing a post that old was impossible but-’

Yeah, sounded stupid!

Should he undo the like and hope you didn’t notice? Maybe you would think ‘ah, the notification said it got liked when it really wasn’t. Maybe there was a glitch?’

Yeah, no way you were that dumb. Maybe he could hack into your account and— no, he wanted to respect your privacy—

And then you sent a DM and oh no, oh no, may the gods up above (or below) help him because oh no what were you going to tell him? You were going to call him out, weren’t you? The timing was too coincidental not to be because of his mistake. Which meant he had two options— ignore you and your message and find himself another sad playlist to listen to, or…

Idia made sure his ‘show message read receipt’ option was turned off before hastily clicking on your private message. What he expected was you asking why he liked a photo from months ago, or maybe you had somehow realized his feelings for you and decided to let him know you knew, but instead, you sent him a picture… of Grim?

iii. five students realize the master of tactics might be an idiot in love

When Ace found out you liked Idia, that Idia, he laughed— a whole lot, actually. Funniest thing he’d heard in a while. Laughed at you and teased you for days on end. Deuce tried to get him to shut up even though he knew his rival was clearly shocked at the revelation too, not to mention Epel going “really?” with that country accent of his, plus Jack and Sebek trying to figure out if this was some kind of joke they didn’t understand.

Still, they were all your friends, so even with the choice they would support you if you ever decided you really wanted to go for him. He was still going to make fun of you every second of the way though, as long as Ortho wasn’t there in earshot.

Now that he thought about it, what was Ortho’s hearing range? What if he was already on Ortho’s bad side?

Oh well, life is short, and you only live once!

Fast forward a little later, he isn’t sure if he’s still laughing or if he’s internally crying. Maybe both? He was crying laughing emoji, as Cater would say.

“This is why people shouldn’t date while in school, they turn stupid,” Ace sighed, “look at what’s happened to our prefect.”

“You literally had a girlfriend in middle school,” Deuce pointed out. True, but not the point.

First, at least he actually got to the dating part— you were going insane over someone who wasn’t even your boyfriend yet. Yes, yet, he believed that you could get him, could you believe that? Two, even if he did do stupid things while in a relationship he was younger back then, and stupid kids did stupid things all the time.

“At least I can actually pull some,” he retorted, “not like you. Our prefect, meanwhile…”

Again, he believed you could get the most introverted of the dorm leaders to date you. Why? Because your unrequited love was clearly requited, idiot!

Even Sebek, the newest addition to their group, their resident human hater (or tolerator now, so he guessed), the guy who spent most of his time thinking about Malleus that he probably never thought about romance before, even that Sebek was able to tell whatever was going on between you and Idia was definitely not purely platonic!

And it was driving them all crazy. Maybe him and Deuce more than the other three, Grim certainly wasn’t that bothered by it, but Ace was making sure your love life, or lack thereof, was going to be a group bonding activity.

“You’ve been playing that song on repeat,” Jack said, casually lowering the volume from your phone.

“The song’s getting stuck in my head… It’s like we’re in VDC all over again,” Epel complained, and Ace had to agree. Did you know how long it took to get that song out of his head? You weren’t going to get a new one in there, no way!

“Ah, hold on, let’s change the song.”

From the corner of his eye he could see Jack sigh in relief, only to put his head in his hands as he realized it was going to be another song from the same group. It wasn’t that the vocals were bad, it was pretty good actually, but what were you doing, trying to convert them with you?

“You said you weren’t going to do anything about your crush, so what the hell are you doin’ now?” Epel seemed to agree with him, “I swear you don’t listen to anything else other than Moray whatever these days.”

“Every morning we listen to nothing but No Rice,” Grim grumbled, finally piping in the conversation instead of chowing down food, “but breakfast’s been really good lately, so the Great Grim forgives his human servant!”

The nights he could get, but the mornings?

“They’re called The Moirai Of The Cliffs! Moirai, not Moray, not No Rice!” Wow, look at you go, summoning your inner Idia. Power of love, honestly. Maybe you were more genuinely into this group that he thought. “Plus, it’s not like I’m changing anything about myself. I’m just checking out something he’s also interested in.”

“And then somehow got yourself accidentally addicted to their songs?” you looked at Deuce, torn between enjoying the music and looking kind of pitiful.

“Yeah… Why do they have to be so good? This is so annoying! But I’m totally a fan now!”

Oh he bet it was annoying alright. After that whole not his type debacle from the stream, he and Deuce decided to confront you about it— with a confused Jack, Epel, and Sebek in tow because ‘this is a family emergency!’ or whatever he actually said to get them to come to Ramshackle. There, you explained that you could never be his type because of Idia’s favorite idol group of all things.

Admittedly he didn’t take your plight too seriously because he knew Idia certainly liked you back, maybe even liked you before you liked him. The others at least tried to comfort you in their own incredibly awkward ways (Deuce tried to get you something to drink, Sebek offered to ask advice from Lilia for you), but they all failed because they were hopeless and had no experience in love.

At the end of their impromptu ambush, they all decided leaving you to do as you wanted would be better than actively doing something to help you. The thread of fate would find a way to bind you two together anyway… Great Seven, now all your Moirai listening got him talking like them!

Epel, ever the fighter, was in the middle of trying to slip literally any other song, even just for a little bit, before everyone in the room got distracted by a sudden notification alert.

Just too bad for you the Pomefiore student was holding your phone, because the boy decided to declare what it was out loud, smugness evident into his voice.

“Idia liked the prefect’s photo on MagiCam! Let’s see which one…”

It was a tight fit, but everyone decided to crowd around your cell phone— you, Grim, and Epel directly in front, him and Deuce at the sides, and Sebek and Jack peering from behind.

“I took that photo, right?” Jack asked, despite already knowing the answer, “that was months ago, even before the whole Azul overblot thing.”

Holy shit, Ace thought to himself, Idia was just as pathetic as you. That was kind of poetic in its own way, wasn’t it?

“That’s… that’s just sad,” Deuce said, echoing his thoughts, “might be more sad than you, prefect. Sorry.”

“He’s really that obvious, huh,” the beastman said in agreement.

“This is why I didn’t believe you when you said you’re not his type,” Sebek shook his head, looking like he just wanted you and Ignihyde’s Dorm Leader to just get together already. Surprising, because the guy voiced his concerns about romance getting in the way of studies before. “The evidence is in front of you, human. How can you not see it?”

That’s right! Let’s all gang up on the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect! Bullying with love, of course, but still absolutely deserved! That had to be one of his favorite group activities lately, just second to trying to rile up and best Deuce in everything.

You didn’t seem that excited at the revelation though, despite looking a little flustered, “hmm… I mean, I swear I look nicer in other photos,” you muttered, “I think… I think he might have liked it because Grim was there.”

“Are you serious?” Ace isn’t even sure who said it. Could have been him, could have been Grim, could have been one of the other four— hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if some ghosts who were eavesdropping had enough and decided to voice their complaints.

“Epel, look at the prefect’s feed from newest to oldest.”

“I was going to do that anyway.”

Yeah, just like he thought. That photo was so, so down the page that Idia would have to deliberately scroll down your entire feed just to find that photo. Plus, there were a lot of Grim-only photos too, so he could have liked one of those instead, couldn’t he?

“Grim isn’t even the focus of the photo,” Jack explained, almost exasperatedly, “why do you think Idia liked it for him?”

“Because he really likes Grim, duh.”

Was it even density at this point? At this point you just had to be denying everything because you couldn’t wrap your head around him actually liking you back. Or maybe neither of you wanted to make the first move so you were just going to deny it to death.

“Hah,” Epel clearly has had enough, and Ace wholeheartedly supported that, go Epel! “The one he really likes is you, ya idiot!”

You chose to ignore it, even though you looked a little flushed at having been called out.

“Give me my phone. I’ll DM him.”

See, Ace, and maybe all of them would have applauded you if you didn’t decide to start the conversation by taking a picture of Grim, without you in the same shot! That was just giving Idia a free pass from his social media stalking because you decided to make up an excuse for him!

“At least the prefect’s having fun talking about… whatever they’re talking about.” At the sight of your growing smile Deuce let out a sigh, before lying down on the floor in mental exhaustion.

“They’ll figure it out… I think,” Epel, MVP of the day, said as he slumped against a wall. Jack and Sebek promptly joined him, looking just as tired.

Right, Ace thought you two would so there wasn’t really a need for them to meddle… he hoped.

iv. nope they just gave up they were going to meddle

Sebek was going to have a migraine, one that no potion or spell was going to fix.

When he, as Master Lilia liked to say, got adopted into a circle of friends composed mostly of humans, he didn’t think it would be that bad. Messy, sure, troublesome, sure, but not really headache-inducing— but it’s incredible how all of you really wanted to prove that idea wrong.

See, it was one thing to deal with you and your unrequited love that wasn’t actually unrequited after all— who did you think you are, a protagonist from a novel? Watching everything unfold was so stressful, like waiting for the inevitable— and it was another thing dealing with the rest of the group, the group that just gave up on you ever making the first move, and Ignihyde’s Dorm Leader ever making a move— like, any at all.

Sebek just doesn’t understand why he has to take part in whatever this stupid plan was. He doesn’t even understand how it’s supposed to get you and Idia together.

He also doesn’t understand why this all had to be done in his bedroom.

“Okay, I made the account already,” he went along with it anyway, “and I got the madol Ace transferred to me. How is this going to work again?”

“Let me see,” Ace took his phone and groaned immediately. “Sebek, what the hell dude, change your username. The prefect will know it’s you.”

“What’s wrong with wakasamaisthe-”

“Don’t even finish that. I didn’t even know usernames could be so long,” Ace cast a glance at the portrait of his Young Master on the wall, just for a moment, before looking away to fiddle with something in the settings, changing it to something… actually a lot more inconspicuous than he thought. “We’ll be valleyofthorns12345, just an average viewer with no hidden intentions whatsoever.”

“I still don’t know if we should be doing this…” Jack said. He was currently the most sensible of the bunch aside from himself, but just as easily dragged into everything so everyone knew he wasn’t going to do anything to stop Ace and Deuce’s antics. Maybe he just gave up after a while, or maybe he knew the pair was unstoppable.

Grim, who knew about the plan but was in Ramshackle with you, seemed to get it in his head that his human dating Idia would mean he would get treated to even better food (based on what he’s heard about the third year, that was a fair assumption to make) so he was extremely supportive, and Epel… Epel just liked watching the chaos unfold, as far as Sebek could tell.

Was human romance really so simple and yet so complex? Did everyone, including the friends of the love interest, really have to be that involved in the relationship?

“Wait… how do we know when to send it?” Deuce asked, “what if Idia isn’t watching?”

“Doubt it, that guy’s always on the stream, like even when you think he isn’t he suddenly makes a donation or replies in the chat.”

“Then maybe we should wait for him to chat first so we could be sure about it. Madol is madol no matter how small.”

“Hah? It’s not like we won’t get it back— we don’t mod the stream for free, remember? Our Mostro Lounge drinks funds had to have come from somewhere,” Ace explained in the midst of typing up the message. “Plus we can’t wait that long either. Sometimes he just pops up near the end of the stream, and then what?”

Alright, now Ace and Deuce were fighting again, but at least it was with you in mind. It would take a few more minutes until actual logical comments turned into simply egging each other on. As for everyone else…

Personally, he just wanted to get this over with, and to shoo everyone out of his room so he could get back to his duties. He looked over at Epel, who was watching the two Heartslabyul students eagerly, as if waiting for something to happen. Alright, one-for-one. Jack, meanwhile… looked like he was tired of Ace and Deuce making a ruckus as well. Alright, two-for-one in his favor.

Sebek took back his phone, which slipped quite easily from Ace’s hands, proofread the message, and sent it.

Ace and Deuce looked at him like they couldn’t believe he had just done that without them having made a decision. Did they forget it was his phone and email address?

“Oi, shut up, the message just came up on stream,” Jack said, stopping any possible bickering from even starting as, once again, all of them huddled over a phone, watching with anticipation.

“Oh, is this a new viewer? Welcome valleyofthorns12345, thank you for the super chat! Let’s see… he said, ‘sorry if this is impolite, but two streams ago you said the guy you liked didn’t have you as his type. How did you even find out his type in the first place? I don’t think that kind of topic has ever popped up in conversations for me, haha’,” he would give Ace credit where credit was due, because the way that message was typed it would be difficult to think it was any of the five of them.

“It’s fine, it’s not a problem for me at all!” a little hard to believe you were the same person who complained to them about how your love was never going to happen, but sure. “Are any of you aware of the idol group The Moirai Of The Cliffs? The guy I like… they’re his ult group!”

Wow, you really had no restraint in admitting that.

“This guy had merchandise, posters, photographs… he said he liked their clothes, too… and their voices… and just about everything. Basically, that was his ideal type, according to his tier list, and then I sort of realized I was not going to be able to compare at all.”

“Holy crap, look at the chat,” as Epel said, the chat decided to explode.

threefates (fae/faer): GAKEMO??? GOOD TASTE GOOD TASTE

grimmymeowmeow (she/her): do you know either idol groups? what about MAMAMEOW? Morning Musumeow?

abyssmagealt (he/him): gakemo? Aren’t they super old lol

“Hey, didn’t we just ban that guy? Do we have to ban him again?” Deuce muttered to Ace, who simply shrugged, a little too invested in what you were saying.

“DON’T CALL THE GIRLS THAT! Who cares about their ages if they’re good at performing, huh?”

Wow, again, you really did not care. The effect that group had on you and, allegedly, Idia was quite bizarre.

“Honestly I tried getting into it to see why he was so hyped about it… but ah, I really can’t hold a candle to them! Recently, I’ve been tempted to buy clothes similar to theirs just because I like their music so much… I think I’ve been totally converted? As sad as it is for me, I think I accept my loss? If we can’t be together, we’ll cheer them on together!”

You continued talking about the group, the songs you liked, who you thought your favorite was, and Sebek… wasn’t sure if this was helpful at all. How was this supposed to help you finally get together with Idia?

That was, until a few minutes later you looked up away from the screen, excusing yourself as you talked to someone by your bedroom door. He couldn’t see who it was, but you said a name, and if he heard right, that name was—

“Ortho,” Ace said, cackling like a madman, “holy shit, Ortho went to visit Ramshackle! You know what this means!”

“Either Ortho was watching the stream with him and got as fed up as us,” Deuce deduced, “or Idia personally sent him to fetch the prefect.”

Whichever one it was, it looked like it was definitely one of the Shroud’s doing with how frazzled you suddenly looked.

“Um, sorry everyone, quick emergency! I have to end the stream right now! I’m so sorry, I’ll record the shout outs either later, or go through them at the start of my next stream! Thank you, bye bye!”

Just like that the stream had ended abruptly. All five boys looked at each other, kind of in awe.

“I can’t believe that actually worked.”

v. the vibes shift, and it's about time they started talking

Idia… was taking a long time to process the information he had just received. A small part of him, the very pessimistic side, still thought it was all just a coincidence, a very cruel joke on him by someone up there, maybe a curse or something. He wouldn’t be too surprised.

He was going to take his chances though, because did you really know that many people who were extremely into Gakemo to the point that they had merchandise? To deny that it was him would be denying that he was the biggest Gakemo fan you knew, and that was an insult to him!

On the other hand, that would mean he was the guy you were interested in, and that was just… really difficult to accept, because why? It was easy to love you once he actually put some effort into getting to know you, and people would believe him if he said he did, but to have you return his feelings? To imply that you liked him, wasn’t that just an insult to you?

“Why would you even…” he muttered to himself, trying to find some good in himself that wasn’t how good he was at video games, or how well he memorized all of Gakemo’s songs, or how he was able to full clear all the routes in the dating sims he had played. In the face of an IRL person, one he liked, he could hardly say those were his best traits, even though they were the only ones he could name.

Just thinking about it made him feel empty inside.

“Big Brother is…” Ortho sounded like he was going to try reassuring him, like he tended to do so, but the boy surprised him by trailing off from his original thoughts completely. “I’ll leave Big Brother alone for a while!”

Honestly Idia was fine with that. It would be kind of sad if Ortho had to continue to witness him as he was now… not that it would be the first time, but he’d rather not show more of that side of him. Instead, he found himself listening to you talk more on stream, stuck between finding comfort in your voice and overthinking every little thing you said.

He’d made fun of Azul in regards to that, some time ago, but here he was just as clueless of what to do.

If he really was the guy you liked, then that would mean you got into his favorite idol group for him, wouldn’t it? Doing that… for a shut-in, nerd, otaku lowlife…

“Hmm? Or…? What are…” it was incredibly soft, he could see the chat trying to figure out what you were saying, but he had heard enough and filled in the blanks. Ortho had gone to see you, and more importantly, sought you out to bring you to him.

As soon as the stream ended Idia found himself sitting upright for once, as if to convince himself to take some time to prepare himself because Ortho would bring you to his room. How much time did he have… ten minutes? Fifteen minutes? He cleaned up a little, mostly his chair and bed in case you wanted to sit somewhere, but didn’t bother with much of anything else— you’ve seen how much of a mess he could be in his room previously.

No, what was more important was what he would even ask you. If you felt the same way about him that he did for you? If you’ve known his feelings all this time? If you were just trying to be nice? If you were actually an incredibly cruel being playing a sick prank on him?

When you appear in front of him, the two of you standing near the door and fidgeting in place, he still doesn’t know what to say; neither do you, it seems. Whatever confidence you had when you were streaming, the one you showed when you formulated strategies and tactics on the spot… all of that seemed to be gone. Idia couldn’t tell if he was glad he wasn’t the only one nervous, or if he wished either one of you had enough confidence to start the conversation already, and end the awkward silence.

“Umm…”

“Ah, I-I…”

Was this it? The extent of how much you two would be able to talk today? Even though he had so much going on in his head… actually saying it out loud was a whole other ordeal… it would be so much better if he just had some dialogue options he could choose from— at least with three or four options it’d be a little easy to distinguish which one was correct, which would lead him to the best route possible. He had neither that nor a walkthrough, though, so he was just going to have to go into this blind.

“Umm… Idia,” you began slowly, and when Idia gained the courage to look up at you he learned you were avoiding his gaze, “we don’t have to talk about this now, Ortho made it kind of sudden for the both of us. We can always just… push this back?”

When you said that, Idia had realized you were likely being considerate of him again, you always did your best to be, but what had he ever done on the same level for you? Do you know the extent to which he appreciated your presence in his lonely life?

Probably not, because if his assumptions were right and you truly liked him, liked him the way he liked you, then he might actually understand why you thought you weren’t his type even though the truth told otherwise. In fact, having thought about it again, his earlier claim might have been wrong—

objectively, it was easier to believe that you liked him, as crazy as it was to think about, than to believe he liked you because he had never conveyed his feelings other than in private, supporting you behind the scenes when you didn’t even seem to know he was there.

There was a thin line between friendship and love, the danger zone as one would say, and it was difficult to know which side the two of you would fall under without actually talking about it.

Talking face-to-face always made Idia feel anxious, like disappearing into the abyss to never be seen again, but all the negativity inside of him… he was going to overcome it, just this once, because talking with you right now was important, and he didn’t know if he’d get the same chance again.

“N-no, I want to… we should talk about it.”

“Oh! Then… go ahead.”

Idia took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down and trying to find the words to say. To tell you he liked you right away… if he were on the receiving end, he might not believe it, so he had to prove it somehow.

“When you… the guy you said you liked. Is… could you confirm that it’s me?”

It was excruciating, waiting for you to answer, but when you nodded your head and told him he was right, he let out a shaky exhale of breath. That… that was one part completed. He wasn’t going to ask you to prove it to him, but he, on the other hand… he felt that compared to you, he still had something to prove.

“Thank you… and I’m sorry,” you seemed to flinch at his words, and Idia quickly realized his mistake, “no, ugh… how do I… you… the thing with the type…”

For the life of him he couldn’t quite figure out how to tell you that you were his type, that beyond his type you were someone he had feelings for, and he found himself fearing that you would misinterpret each and every word and think he was rejecting you or that your feelings weren’t reciprocated, but then he spots your hand near his, not quite touching so you wouldn’t surprise him, but hovering as if to tell him you were still listening, that the two of you were still okay.

“Things like 2D characters and idols… you shouldn’t compare yourself to them. The feelings I get from liking them are different from… it’s just different with you.”

“Different?”

“Different because it’s new,” he explained, “because it isn’t always good. Sometimes it’s uncomfortable, like it’s harder to breathe around you, even though you always try to be respectful about my boundaries… and it’s distracting, reading manga and immediately thinking you might enjoy it… and it really, really sucked when you said you had someone you liked, and I thought it couldn’t have been me, because there was no way I could deserve someone like you, could bring someone like you into my life.”

“Idia…”

“It’s a lot more complicated than I thought, liking someone you know, someone who knows you too… But I don’t hate it either— me liking you, and you liking me… I think… there’s a lot to get used to… but if you think… if you’re okay with me, I’ll do my best to prove what I really feel.”

Hah… he had finally said it. Everything he needed to say. He didn’t know if he was able to convey everything to you properly, but he hoped you at least understood that he wasn’t faking it, that his feelings for you were very much real even though…

“Idia, could I?” you were looking at his hands again, and it was only then Idia realized they were shaking, as if all his nerves had transferred to the tips of his fingers.

“G-go ahead.”

Your touch was soft, not necessarily in texture but in action— a gentle carefulness like you weren’t just trying to soothe him, but telling him as well that his message to you was properly received.

“So what are we now?”

“I… didn’t even think I’d get this far…” Idia hadn’t really thought this far out in his plan. Sure, he’s thought about dating you before, but those were unrealistic fantasies based on fictional media and this was the real deal. If you asked him any more, he didn’t think he’d even be able to answer with how much energy he had already used up from confessing, saying everything in one go.

“But… if we start dating… Please don’t expect me to go outside, or expect me to talk to all of your friends, or-”

“I won’t push you into doing anything you don’t want to… but it’d be nice if you visited me in Ramshackle sometime. It can just be you, and me, and maybe Grim and Ortho too.”

Ramshackle. With you, your not-quite-a-cat, him, and his brother. He could imagine it would be a little noisy, especially knowing Ortho would want to play with everyone, and maybe Grim would cause a disturbance here and there, but even though it wasn’t the same as the comforts of his room he figured it might be nice.

The feeling of happiness… Was he, Idia Shroud, allowed to feel it? To get attached to someone 3D was dangerous enough, but to be with him…

“Okay,” he replied slowly, allowing himself to squeeze your fingers back, “I’ll… I’ll try my best for you.”

Idia still didn’t think he had much to offer you… but his best, that much you deserved, and that much he would give.

#idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #idia x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x you #idia shroud x you #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #nathya twst writing

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hazel2468 · 3 years

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So, something I see (and say) a lot is that fat/plus size folks should be able to go to the doctor to get medical treatment and not have everything be made about their weight. And I hear a lot of pushback to that- “Shouldn’t doctors bring that up? A doctor is SUPPOSED to care about your health!”

So I figured I would give y’all an example of what I mean when I say “I want to be able to get medical treatment and have it not be made about my weight.”

I’ve been to the doctor for breast pain twice in my life. Once when I was in my first year of college, and once during my last year of grad school. The two experiences were vastly different.

First time around, I go in because I’m having pain in my left breast. I don’t feel anything, but something hurts. I sit down in the doctor’s office, in she comes. I tell her what’s going on. And right away she hits me with “Well, maybe losing some weight would help.” Didn’t examine my breast. Didn’t ask me much else. Just spent the next ten minutes telling me that it probably had something to do with me being fat and then sent me on my way. I learned basically nothing, just that I “probably” didn’t have fucking breast cancer.

Second time. I’m in grad school, and this time I actually feel a lump, so of course I panic. I go to the doctor. She has me take off my shirt and all that, and then asks me some questions. When did it start? Is the pain worse or better than when I called about it? Can I still feel the lump? Has this happened before? I answer, she gives my boob a few good pokes and all that. Checks the other for good measure. And then gives me answers.

She tells me I have fiberous breasts, which is normal. Tells me it was probably a cyst, since that happens sometimes and, given my symptoms and the exam, it seems to be gone now. I tell her I get those in other places a lot and she nods and says “Yeah, probably a cyst.” She tells me to keep an eye out and call her if I feel any more lumps- even if it is just another cyst, she wants to make sure. She says I could go for a mammogram but because I’m only 24 and the symptoms are subsiding it isn’t needed, in her opinion, but she would be happy to set one up for me to put my mind at ease. Then she shakes my hand and leaves. We spent about 30 minutes together.

This is what I mean when I say “I want medical treatment without it being made about my weight.” The first doctor assumed, right away, that the problem was because I am fat. And because she assumed that, she didn’t check me, didn’t ask me questions she should have. There are horror stories out there about people who had treatable illnesses that later killed them because they weren’t caught in time.

“Shouldn’t doctors care about your health?” well, only one of these doctors actually seemed to. The one who did her job, who checked me out, who gave me answers and not only made sure I didn’t have something serious going on, but who put my mind at ease about my health. Who gave me signs to look out for and things to DO if this ever happens again. The other... The other lectured me about my body size and then shooed me out of her office without saying the words “lump” or “exam”. That, to me at least, doesn’t sound like caring about my health. The words “health” and “body size” are not synonomous and, in this case, my size didn’t have anything to do with it. There was no reason to bring it up because it wasn’t part of my medical concern.

I want to be able to walk into a doctor’s office and say “I have a problem” and have the doctor go “Okay, let me take a look at your problem”. I’m lucky and privileged that I have managed to find doctors who do that- who address my issues and history and ME as a whole person. But I’ve also had a lot of experiences with doctors who respond to “I have a problem” with “Well try losing weight”, no matter what the problem is. And that’s not okay. That KILLS people. And that’s why quality medical care for fat/plus size people is such an issue.

#fatphobia #medical fatphobia #personal anecdote #I have talked in the past about my good doctors #and my bad ones #and since the pandemic started #I’ve seen a lot more of the whole fat vs health discourse #and i encountered this topic yesterday and figured #I ought to give an example of what it means #we’re really not asking for a lot #we’re asking for our medical issues to be treated the same as a thin or straight size person’s issues are #to have symptoms actually looked at #instead of doctors slapping loose weight onto everything without so much as a second glance

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nctsplug02 · 2 years

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mr jeong stop being so reactionless 🫤🫤

[4:42am]

genre: suggestive

warnings: arguing, sexual talking

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jaehyun huffs when hearing the front door being knocked on. after checking the cameras, it was jen.

again.

he climbs out of bed, telling you to stay in after accidentally waking you up, and goes to open the door for jen.

“jen, it is late. you need to stop showing up to our place when you’re wasted.” jen stumbles in, giggling as she falls into the man’s chest. “i’m sorry, mr jeong. this’ll be my last time, okay?” she says with a pout.

“jen, im serious.” she pushes herself off his chest and closes the door, locking it and then pressing her back against the door. “i am too, mr jeong.” she pushes herself off the door and walks towards the man.

“i’m so.. in love with you,” she says slowly. “but you’re so blinded by mrs jeong— you can’t even see the love and affection i try to show!” she cups his face.

jaehyun holds onto her wrists and pushes her off. “stop— jen, that is enough.” his voice firm which stills jen.

“i’m a 28 year old man who isn’t interested in a 19 year old. i am happily married to the sexiest women who is sound asleep in the next room. i have a baby in the other room who is also sound asleep— they don’t need to hear this shit.”

jen doesn’t even notice the wet streams down her cheeks as she cries listening to jaehyun raise his tone at her.

“but i love—?”

“no,” he roars out, “stop trying to break up y/n and i’s marriage. it isn’t going to work, no matter what you do— we’re happily married. 8 years and still going.”

jen sputters and dramatically falling onto her knees. “m—mr jeong.. please,” she hiccups, “please forgive me? i’m so sorry, mr jeong. i’m so blinded by loving you i never.. realize how crazy my obsession was getting.”

“jen, get— get off your knees. stop crying. let’s take you to the guest room.” jen shakes her head, shoulders shaking as she cries.

“mr jeong? can i, can i get a hug? i’m so sorry— i’ve been feeling so emotional lately. i mean— my dog died a few days ago so to get over it i went out and go wasted.” jen blabbers as jaehyun pulls her up.

jaehyun sighs, giving in and wraps his arms around the girls neck. “i’m sorry, jen.” she shakes her head, holding the smile as he rubbed her back.

“let’s take you upstairs, yeah?” jen nods and takes ahold of jaehyuns hand as if she was a lost child. he leads jen upstairs and into the guest room.

jen climbs into bed and tucks herself in. “all right— goodnight, jen.” he flicks the lights off and heads to his room.

he sees you still sleeping just turned around this time. he climbs into bed and takes you into his arms again— or at least he attempts to.

“i saw you hugging jen,” you frown, “and holding her hand when walking her to the guest room.” you add.

“my love,” he takes you into his arms. “can we not talk about this? especially right now? it’s really late and i’m tired.” you shrug, pulling yourself away from him and pulling the blanket up to your shoulders.

he takes you into his arms again. “stop— im sorry, okay?” he hugs your waist. “sure, i guess.” you shrug again.

“okay, let’s talk. cmon, get up.” you groan as he sits up and turns his lamp on. “noo,” you whine, pulling the blanket over your head. “nope, cmon. let’s go, get up.” he yanks the blanket off your body.

you were in his boxers and in his t-shirt.

you roll over giving him your big eyes. “carry me?” you ask while half laughing. he moves to the end of the bed and grabs your ankle, then yanking it until he was between your legs.

he pulls you up by your hands and carries you downstairs with you hanging onto him like a kola.

he flicks the kitchen light on and brings you to the counter where he then sits you still. he starts the coffee machine and makes a cup for you and him. he hands a cup to you and props himself between your legs again.

“now, im gonna explain why i hugged and held hands with jen.” you sigh heavily when hearing the mention.

“jen came knocking around at four and when i told her she had to stop doing this, she confessed and said she loved me.” you wince.

“then,” he sips the coffee first. “i start telling her that she just.. needs to back off.” he shrugs. “then she breaks down crying and says that her dog died or something.” you frown at the mention of a dog being dead.

“yeah, i know.” he cups your face with a hand. “then she asked for a hug so i gave her one and took her upstairs— i didn’t know she’d be holding my hand while i took her to the guest room?” you lean against his palm.

“so that’s why i hugged her and held her hand. i’m sorry, my love.” you sigh, setting you coffee mug down and then his. you wrap your arms around his neck. “no, im sorry. i shouldn’t have made you apologize. i just, felt jealous? i let jealousy get to the best of me.” he chuckles softly, rubbing your back.

“i love you.” he says pulling away.

“and i love you.” you kiss him.

once pulled away, you hum. “by the way, you forgot my extra creamer.” you frown, tilting your head. “i’m sorry, baby. i’m just so tired that i forgot to.” he leans his head onto your shoulder.

“let’s go upstairs and fuck this out, maybe that’ll wake me up.” you gasp and giggle when being yanked off the counter and brought upstairs.

he ended up falling asleep after three rounds.

#ash talks #nct smut #nctsplug02 #nct imagines #nct scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop smut #nct 127 #kpop scenarios #jung jaehyun imagines #nct jaehyun #jeong jaehyun fluff #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #jen the babysitter

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dokifluffs · 3 years

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Upsetting His Pregnant Wife | Ushijima, Sakusa

Pairings: Ushijima X Reader (female), Sakusa X Reader (female)

Genre: soft comfy angst to fluff tehe, mafia!ushi too!

Author’s Note: @ushijimabae suggested this idea to me as a comment on a post tehe and I really liked it so here I am! I hope you guys enjoy!! also LONGG also Boom more sakusa and now, Mafia! Ushijima tehe !

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Sakusa:

This sinking feeling in your chest

The touch of his skin against yours was so short, so fleeting whenever you sat beside him, reached for his hand, or you just wanted to be with him

You couldn’t tell if maybe this had been normal or if you were just overreacting because of your hormones but whatever it was

You didn’t like this feeling

Especially when you just wanted to be with him

It felt like recently, now that Omi would be home with you for the next few months to take care of you, whenever you wanted to spend some proper time with him, after a few moments of making contact with each other, he would be out of his seat, off to somewhere else to take care of a chore

It had been more or less than two weeks since Omi started staying home instead of going to practices or games from here on out, though he did get in a regular workout from home instead though

It felt like little fireworks were going off inside you the first two nights and days when you got to sleep later at night with him, staying up, and then waking up and finding him still beside you

But as the days went on, this little paradise was short lived as he woke up as his normal time for his morning practices to go out on long runs instead

Leaving you alone at breakfast

Whenever he came home and took a thorough shower, even giving him a hug, a burning and sinking feeling filled your chest when you wrapped your arms around him the best you could with your bump and all

But his hands

You loved him and his hands but not this moment as he subtly and lightly pushed your arms kind of away from him, breaking the hug early

You didn’t mind it since it was only the first thing but you noticed it a few more times after dinner

When you tried to drape your legs across his lap, he would lightly pat your legs, telling you he needed to use the bathroom and come back and sit somewhere else like on a different couch or sit beside you, practically at arms distance

But enough was enough

You didn’t want to directly ask but you also couldn’t just ignore this

But this moment was perfect

The last ounces of light glowed in the summer sky as the temperature slowly dropped as night approached

Fireflies slowly began to shine and float about throughout the neighborhood as their time of the year was here

You could feel the heat through the rubber gloves as you scrubbed the dishes clean, not a plate or utensil left in the drying rack as you dried them off too, returning them to their rightful place back in the cupboards

All the leftover dishes were put away

Floors swept

Table wiped down

Chairs returned to their rightful place

There was nothing he could possibly do in the kitchen that needed to be put away or cleaned or anything

This really would prove whether or not he really was avoiding you and just the thought

The mere idea that he possible could be

It broke your heart

“Omiomi, do you want some tea?” You called from the kitchen as you swirled a spoonful of honey into yours, the metal utensil creating light tinging sounds as the edges tapped the sides of the porcelain cup

“No, thanks,” he responded, his voice monotone as he didn’t even look up, continuing to scroll through his phone

You switched off the kitchen light, emerging from the darkness toward the light in the living room, towards your husband

And now this was the true test

You drank your tea, sitting on the recliner, one of the other available seats, sipping your tea while you watched some tv

But you weren’t really paying attention

You were just mindlessly watching the images and scenes come and go as you peripherally observed Omi

And here it was

After about what you thought were a few minutes, you set down your tea onto the coffee table and put on a warm, loving smile, Omi’s eyes meeting yours, off his phone as your approached

The couch sighed beneath your weight as you sat close to Omi, draping your legs across his lap, cuddling close, resting your head on his shoulder

He was so warm, it seeped into your skim, making your heart flutter just feeling his touch

You nuzzled even closer, making yourself at homes in his arms which felt so natural

He continued to scroll, minding his own as his hand lightly stroked down your leg

Though you were so caught up in just being near him for the first time in awhile that you didn’t even notice his hand was practically hovering over your leg

Kiyoomi sat comfortably in his seat with you at his side, your presence so nice

It was so comforting for the two of you

But there was an itch

Or something

There was just a feeling inside of him and he didn’t know what he needed to do to get rid of it

He could smell your tea from where he sat as the scent wafted toward him

It felt so nice, this feeling that you had been longing for so long

And now you had it and him

The warm aroma of the tea warmed him inside and out, alongside your touch at his side - it was so calming

As you settled in, you felt silly now that you realized that you thought Kiyoomi wouldn’t want to be at your side anymore

He paused in his movements, thinking about the tea as he watched yours on the coffee table

After a few silent moments that you settled in, you felt a light, subtle push from him, your mind telling you that he was telling you to get off of him

“Actually, I will make some tea, I’ll be back..” He walked off stoically, not even sparing you a glance as he made up his mind unbeknownst to you that he wanted tea to drink with you

You couldn’t even begin to describe what the sudden temperature change that happened inside your body, your heart dropping and breaking inside

His body disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing a cup, making his tea, stirring in honey and warm milk, the warm aroma smelled so good, he could almost taste it

The blanket pooled on the floor as it slid off your legs as you made your way up the stairs, your vision blurring, a deep low rumbling in your ears as you held your breath

A heat burning in your throat as it felt like it was being closed off

“Y/N? Where are you going?”

The voice of your husband sounded while you were already halfway up the stairs, his cup of tea in hand and a plate of crackers to go with it but he didn’t miss the sound of your sniffles

“A bath...” you pushed out, trying to sound as normal as possible but he heard the slightest quiver

Also it didn’t make sense to him. You had already showered earlier today and there was no reason for you to clean yourself again

Did you spill your tea on yourself?

No, that wasn’t it since your tea was just as he saw it last before he went to make his own

He set down the platter of crackers, sipping his own tea in silence, waiting to hear the water start to run

But after a few minutes, there was nothing

He went up the dimly lit carpeted stairs to the upper level, still not hearing any water running, no music that you usually played while you showered or bathed

Nothing

But only as he stepped into your guys’ shared bedroom, turning on the light could he hear the faintest thing

Sniffles and sad weeps sounded through the crack beneath the bathroom door

Your cheeks were burning from how your tears made your skin dry, your eyes sore, your throat dry

Now you really wish you had your tea

But you also wished you had your husband with you

It was a dull but deepening ache in your chest as you thought about it more and more and it was all you could think of

Was he losing interest? Now? With the baby on the way?

Did he not love you as much anymore?

It broke your heart, you couldn’t hold in your cries as it seeped out

Omi’s hand hovered over the doorknob before he heard you

He never felt it before in his life but his heart sunk deep inside hearing your cries

Your hands trembled as you buried your mouth into your elbow, muffling the cries as if you were afraid he could hear you all the way downstairs but you didn’t want to get carried away

You would have to return downstairs or see him at some point

Even if it felt like to you that he didn’t want to

Your arms and legs felt cold as you sat on the tiled floor of the bathroom, only the moonlight pooling in from the skylight was your only source of light in the bathroom

You hugged yourself the best you could, your hands rubbing over and around your pregnant belly

At least you weren’t truly alone

“I have you,” you whimpered to yourself in your head, feeling more tears slide down your face, dripping off your chin

This dreadful feeling - it was so unsatisfying

It didn’t feel right at all but there was nothing you could do, at least not that you could think of

It hurt

As you sniffled and cried in the moonlight by yourself in the cold bathroom, you almost didn’t hear the light knock until it was more prominent

The sound itself made you instinctively freeze as if you were hiding

“Y/N?”

Kiyoomi was knelt down on the carpet right outside the bathroom door, no longer standing

For the first time, he was heartbroken just hearing your anguish

He had never really loved someone outside his family or volleyball in his life before until you came in and now here you two were

He never understood how hearing others being sad could make himself sad but he knew now that he was experiencing it

“Please open the door.” He held the doorknob, the metal cool in the palm of his hand as he gripped it, not hesitating to open it as soon as he felt the click of you unlocking it

Before he could even think, his body moved as natural as breathing

“What’re you doing crying in the dark by yourself, honey?” He asked with such a hurt in his voice as the lights came on and your body was enveloped into his

His voluntary touch, his voice

He did his best to hold you even with your large pregnant belly in between the two of you

Your heart beat faster as your legs gave out a bit more despite you already being on the ground

Sad cries were buried into his chest

He practically lifted you off the floor and into his lap even though you were much heavier now that you were pregnant but he could care less about your pregnant weight, even if this was your normal weight

You cried and he comforted you, rubbing his hand down your back slowly, wiping away your tears, letting you let it all out

Nothing more mattered to him than you

“It feels like recently,” you started, your voice weak, your eyes down, watching your hands fiddle with each other with his hand that wiped your tears, pads of his fingers grazing your skin

“It feels like you’re avoiding me or like you don’t want me anymore - like you don’t want to be near me,” you whimpered, feeling a pang in your chest as it dissipated into a warm heat that melted through your body

Your own words made you feel crazy now that you were saying it out loud

“What do you mean?” He asked genuinely curious

“Have I been saying things in a brushing off manner? Did I ignore you?” He asked, assessing the terrain as usual

“Well, whenever we’re downstairs, I wanna cuddle with you but after a few minutes of me being beside you, you get up and go somewhere else,” your voice cracked as all these moments you’ve been observing for the past few weeks ran through your head

“And sometimes you come back and sit somewhere else, so it just feels like you don’t want me or you don’t want to be near me…” It hurt as it felt like your fear was coming through the more you thought about it, the more you said it

You sobbed into his chest, bringing your hands to your mouth to silence your cries but they were just too painful and obvious to hide

Kiyoomi listened to every word you said before he wrapped his arms more securely around you, resting his cheek upon the crown of your head as he rocked ever so slightly with you in his lap

“Have I really been doing that?” He spoke his thoughts, not remembering exactly when he did this but of course he didn’t mean to

You nodded, whimpering as the tears couldn’t be stopped, the sinking feeling now changing and morphing into almost what felt like a cold twist and pull inside, coiling more and more as the mere thought of your husband not wanting you grew

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I really didn’t mean to do this. And of course I want to be with you.” He rubbed his hands against your arms, squeezing them without bringing you any pain

“I don’t want to make any excuses but it could’ve just been an old part of me that still exists.. With all these germs and diseases in the world, I never thought I would be with anyone at all..” He looked down to you, your face in such a close proximity with his, he just knew that if his high school self could see him now, he probably would have been in such utter disbelief

Words couldn’t even begin to describe the cool yet also warm wave of guilt slowly was over him as disappointment pooled deep within

“But you came into my life.” He reassured, putting his words together carefully. “You’re the one I married and I made a vow to be with til death years ago.” He squeezed with every word, hoping they would help mend your broken pieces back together

“I’m so sorry,” his voice cracked into a whisper, his hand cupping your face, wiping away as many tears as he could in hopes he could see your god sent smile soon

your eyes straining from all the tears you’ve been weeping

And at this point, you couldn’t even tell if they were open or closed anymore

But either way, you were just feeling so much all at once, it was overwhelming

you wanted this moment to freeze so everything could be sorted out

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you as tightly as he could without hurting you in any way

His tough alone, hearing him, feeling him, his warmth

It was just much for your wounded heart

“I’ll hold you like this whenever you want until it’s time for me to go back and however long you want.” He leaned back into the door, holding you close

His hands and arms never really ceased their movements as he always rubbed or stroked his skin lightly with yours

“I love you,” he spoke into your head, holding you as physically close as he could.

And never in his life did he ever think he would want this with anyone but he never wanted to let you go

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Ushijima: ft. Tendo

Pregnancy was very much the biggest, newest experience you would be going through for sure

Newest because you never thought you would live in such a lavish home, alongside many others, able to travel to any of them with any of the modes of transportation Wakatoshi provided

You never thought you would be connected to the mafia in any way, let alone be the wife of Wakatoshi, the boss, but the story of how you two met would be a different one to tell another day

Guards stood their post at the entrances, on the terraces, walked the dogs around the perimeter of the property

It felt like the safest place in the world but you knew there were always risks, always factors that weren’t obvious to consider whenever you went somewhere

And now that you were pregnant with your and Wakatoshi’s first child, there were extra precautions - more guards, tighter security around the perimeter and everywhere

He always wanted you safe but he never wanted you to feel trapped or like a dog on a leash

No, that was the last thing you wanted. If he could go back in time and never be involved in this dark life, he would

He would give it all up with no strings attached or any dangers if he could if it meant he could give you a normal life and family that you could call your own with your own husband and kids

Thunder rumbled as rain poured down from the skies

You paused in your steps at a particular loud boom of thunder, clinging onto the arm of the man beside you as you walked around the house since you couldn’t really walk your normal outside route

“You’re scared of thunder?” The somewhat playful voice of Tendou Satori chimed lightly as he peered outside before glancing back to you

“Just a bit..” You understated, doing your best to hide behind the tall, lean man just a bit as you the two of you walked through one part of the estate that you loved whenever the weather was anything but stormy

The windows in this hallway bridge-like area of the house was just so big, it was mesmerizing but whenever the dark storm clouds rolled by, you wanted to be as far away as possible

It was just the daunting fear you had that, somehow, thunder or wind or even lightning would strike the window, blowing the shattered pieces inward and toward you and you would just die like that

“Can we go a little faster? I don’t like being here when it storms..” You reached with your other hand over your belly, grasping his uniform jacket even more

“Hmm hmm, sure thing,” he hummed. “But you’re the one setting the pace, I’ve just been following you, Y/N,” he teased but you knew it was the truth

You wanted to go on your daily walk outside and usually it was either Wakatoshi with you or Tendou but more recently, it had been Tendou and your walk had to be inside because of the weather

“I’m waddling as fast as I can!” You bantered, getting him to laugh

You only started these little strolls since your belly had been growing since it helped relieve and most of the time prevent cramps - though they still came out of nowhere at times

Tendou had been by Wakatoshi’s side since as long as you could remember

He was the top head of the security and both your and Wakatoshi’s first hand man when it came to anything - he knew everyone

You waddled along the carpet, eyes staring off into the distance of the house

There was just a feeling

You couldn’t quite put your finger on it

How long had it been since you got to hold onto your husband’s arm?

How long before you could again?

Turning the corner from the hall, you could hear rain beginning to tap and shower onto the glass of the windows

But of course, you also didn’t miss the flash of thunder, making you squeeze onto Tendou’s arm

“Hm, there there. The storm can’t get in,” he comforted you with his soothing voice, nice to listen to as it wasn’t too harsh or low but quite playful despite his combat abilities that would make others think he was quite intimidating

He led you away, down another hall, turning into a more concealed room that had less windows but there were a lot of things he could distract you with

It was sort of like a library but it wasn’t at the same time - it was weird but it was one of those rooms in the whole estate that could be anything wakatoshi or you wanted

But this was your comfort-play room

It was a tall yet also “small” room where he wakatoshi was able to get you anything you wanted

To the left of the entrance, there were bookshelves of your favorite mangas, graphic novels, book series, photo albums that took up half of a whole wall with a nice wooden table where you could sit and eat or study or anything

Then on the other side of the room, to the right of the entrance, there was a big tv and big plush couch that you could sleep on like a bed or just to lounge back and watch movies

There were gaming consoles and movies that you could always be able to watch or play, with nice led lights that changed based on the ambiance you chose or based off the sound

And quite a unique feature was a fridge disguised as a bookshelf, filled with cool snacks and drinks and water and just a lot more that you also shared with security and others that worked in the house, though toshi would remind you that you didn’t have to

But you insisted, they were humans too with lives and souls

“Are you going tonight?” You sat yourself onto the couch, the plush fabric rubbing against your skin, leaning into the plush back as he stood at the door, holding his hands behind his back

“The gala? No.. I’m staying here with you tonight,” he smiled, popping his hands out to make jazz hands. “To keep you safe~” he chimed. “And company.”

You patted the couch, inviting him over since he never really needed to stand at the door and be super formal with you - plus you knew that he was always on guard no matter how relaxed he truly looked

He had two lives to protect in this room, even if it meant giving up his own for your ensured survival

He was a friend of yours too, someone in the house you could talk to about anything beside toshi if he wasn’t there, who unfortunately wasn’t the most accessible recently

“Is tosh bringing a guest this year?” You pondered

“No, not this year I don’t think.. he seemed a lot busier this morning when I saw him and he talked about how a few others were unhappy but he didn’t seem too bothered. It was just other business stuff I didn’t ask about..”

You nodded before you mindlessly turned on the tv. “Do you want to watch anything?” You turned toward him

“Mm, maybe some horror?” He suggested. “But will you be brave enough?”

“I actually don’t know, I’ve never really watched any horrors, but you’re staying with me tonight anyways.” And with that said, you put on his suggestion of the conjuring

The ambiance of the room shifted, turning dark as it matched the movie, the surround system making you tense even though nothing had really happened yet

But all you could sort of think about was the gala

It was a prestigious event where leaders of the city and mostly those in the higher socioeconomic class gathered, having a luxurious dinner with a ball

Toshi had taken you a few times, though as his power grew, so did the threats - there was a shooting one year where there were fortunately no casualties, though a lot of heavily injured and it was revealed by the police that you were the main target

From then on, security increased and he didn’t let you go as his guest

Instead, a fake guest that was dressed to look like you was invited

Initially, the thought made you feel envious of whoever got to go.. got to spend time with your husband when you didn’t get to but he kept your worries at bay, riding at separate cars, not even offering to dance as he would mainly eat dinner and leave

But even his guests were shot and killed

The movie kept you tense the entire times

The white noise during the silent parts, the sudden base drops and loud booms of doors slamming or jump scares - it was all so much

You curled your legs up, holding one of the large pillows in your lap so you could easily hide away behind it because if you couldn’t see the ghost, the ghost couldn’t see you

“Can I hold your arm?” You looked over to tendo as he enjoyed the movie as you scorched yourself closer to him, already reaching for his limb before he could actually respond

“Sure,” he laughed. “But if you want to stop watching, we can always watch something else.”

“No, cause now I want to know what happens.” You clutched onto his arm, his hand loosely in yours, just resting there

If anything, you were the one squeezing him, making him actually laugh through the movie than scared at the loud noises and jump scares - plus the face he had already seen this series quite a few times but still loved it

As much as you appreciated tendo and loved him as a friend, you wished that you were hugging your husband’s arm instead

To get your mind off of it, you pushed through the conjuring series movie, even the prequels like the nun, only to cling tighter and tighter to tendo through all of them

Before you knew it, it was practically the usual time Wakatoshi would be leaving

“I wanna go see him off!” You paused the movie, instantly turning on the lights and reaching out your hand so tendo could help pull you to your feet. “If he’s not bringing a guest then maybe he can just stay home tonight then?” You wondered to yourself, a fall hope casting a glaze over the truth you didn’t want to admit over yourself

Tendo escorted you down the brightly lit hallway, leading you down the stairs, through the living room, past the kitchen, down a small elevator which led right into the basement, and finally turning the corner into the main garage, right where you caught up to him

He looked stunning in his suit, his olive green hair slicked back

“Toshi!” You waddled the fastest you could over to him beside the open car door, his men watching stoically like statues all around at their posts

Now that you were down here, it was you had a single chance - like you had to trust the other person not to drop the rope or to let go of their hand

“Y/N,” his voice was so clear and strong, sounding over the car, though you could just tell from how he said it, his tone was off - he wasn’t in his bestest mood

Before you could speak, he took a few strides, walking past you, approaching Tendo who stood at the door

Before you could fully turn around, you heard it and it was too late

Tendo’s face looked down and to the side, his cheek turning red as he kept his composure while your husband spoke, clearly upset about something.. angry even

“I told you to keep her inside while I left. Which part of those orders were unclear?” Ushijima spoke, staring into the eyes of tendo who only kept his head down, not daring to say another word. “I specifically instructed you that I didn’t want to see her when I left..”

“What?” Your heart dropped, the heart from your chest suddenly turning cold

It burned your eyes, the prickles of your tears, which felt sharper than ever in your dry eyes as all you could do was stare

Did you hear correctly? Your own husband didn’t want you to see him off? Or to.. see you tonight?

When he turned back around, he made long, clear strides to the car, barely even looking at you

“Bring her back upstairs.” His final orders as he shut the door, the vehicle driving off

Tendo silently approached you, an apologetic look pooling in his eyes as your vision of him blurred before the hot tear trickled down your cheek

He led you in, staying with you

The ride up the elevator felt slower than before when you went down Stepping out, you took his hand, leading him to the counter while others were stationed

“Please leave us,” you could barely speak but with a silent nod from tendo and the others, they left

You grabbed a small ice pack from the freezer, waddling it over to tendo, his cheek rosier than before, and brought the pack up to his face

He kept his eyes down, even raising his hands up so you wouldn’t have to hold it but your hand would only push his away

It was only when he saw the tear drops fall onto the floor did his eyes shoot up

His heart ached for you as he couldn’t even begin to imagine how you must’ve felt

“Y/N-“

“Why didn’t he want to see me?” It only hurt more as you rubbed salt into your own wound, repeating his words. “What did I do wrong?” Your lip quivered as all you could manage to do was stand still, staring off toward the wall as the tears fell as fast as they came, drenching your cheeks and your shirt around your belly with tears and wet stains

It only took a moment before you took deep gasps for air, your face scrunching up as you cried, your legs no longer having the energy to hold you up as you sunk to the cold tiled floor

“Y/N!” Tendo took hold of your arms, trying to help you stand but you just couldn’t

“I just wanted to see him.. I feel like I haven’t seen him in so long cause of his work and- and then..” You couldn’t push yourself anymore as you caught yourself, keeping the dam at bay. “I just wanted to see him, Satori, was that so wrong?” You sobbed, face contorted, lip weak as you broke

There was no point in keeping it in when it hurt so much yet felt so good to let it all out

“I miss him!” You clung onto his arms as he did his best to help you to your feet

The pain you felt - it ached, it burned, it seared itself onto your soul so that every thought, no matter how recent or fresh a thought of your husband was it made sure to make it’s presence known

The pain made sure to hurt and hurt it did with your own husband’s words repeating in your head

Tendo knelt beside you, offering his handkerchief to wipe away your tears although they never showed any signs of stopping

With all his might, he carried you upstairs, walking you to your bedroom where you went in, closing the door immediately on him

Even just looking at the bed, as much as you loved it and wished to sleep away the pain, you knew, you could feel how much your heart ached just seeing his pillow

You mustered up the energy to crawl in, pulling the blanket over you, pillows into your arms and between your legs and you just sobbed

Nothing felt like it mattered and it felt like nothing could be done about this pain

Tendo could hear it all through the door as he stood guarding his post, glancing up at the camera in the corner as he saw the red light blinking and through it, he knew who was watching

On the other side, Ushijima looked Ito the camera’s surveillance, cooled off a bit more

A strange feeling began to pool inside of him as he switched back, hearing your audible distress through the cameras and that he was the cause - guilt

“Turn around.” He commanded to his driver

The longer he stared outside the window and at his phone of the cameras, all he could think about was you and just the shame he felt for having to hurt you

He was completely oblivious to your feelings of wanting him at your side but felt so ignorant for not being at your side in the first place

“I will make things right..” He told himself as the car sped back home

Your nose grew stuffier and your eyes puffier the longer you laid there, just… you didn’t even know what you wanted at this point

The front castes of the state opened and close, allowing his car to slip back into the garage as he sped his way upstairs, right towards you, passed the numerous guards and servants

“Tendo.. I’m sorry.” He apologized as the other bowed his head before he opened the door and slipping himself in, shutting it silently behind him

Hearing your sobs through the cameras were already bringing him enough guilt but to hear it before him, he could hear and practically feel the pain he had caused you

He silently stepped over to you, kneeling beside your bed

“Y/N,” he said, bringing you a strange feeling aside from pain.. How was it that the voice that hurt you not long ago was saying your name with such a softness, that you couldn’t even believe it was the same one that hurt you?

“There’s no physical amount of love I can give you or speak with enough love in my words to make up for my hurtful words. There is no good excuse for what I said. I am sorry.”

You were speechless - you didn’t know what you wanted to do or say? Not respond to him? But that would only open a rift.. respond? Hugging would be nice since that’s just what you’ve been wanting to do for so long but you were so upset about his words, how he treated tendo

He knelt on his knees beside you, silently, patiently waiting for what you had to do or say

You remained still, laid on your side with the damp pillows in your arms as you kept your eyes closed - you wanted this to be a nightmare and maybe you would wake up while watching the movie with tendo back in your other room

But this was the aching reality

“Why.. did you say you didn’t want to see me?” You thought you had the courage as you pushed the words through your closed throat but you were wrong

Your voice lost its strength throughout the sentence as you swallowed, feeling the hard aching lump

“There is no excuse for my temper. I sincerely apologize for taking it out on you. I was angry to begin with because of the business I had to take care of before the gala and not everything went smoothly. I wanted to further ensure your safety in case others attempt an intrusion while I was leaving. I am terribly sorry, Y/N..” He lowered his head upset, feeling like a fool at himself

He should’ve never taken his emotions out on you. Instead, he should have felt the opposite effect

Seeing you before the party should’ve been the best thing, where all his negativity could be changed to something better because you were the best person who had come into his life

Shame and dread mixed and stirred within Wakatoshi beside you

He didn’t feel worthy

Guilt ate at him but to him, he opened his arms to these feelings knowing that this would not be enough punishment for speaking and treating like he did tonight

“If you wish, I will leave you..” He stood, turning to make his leave when he felt a grasp, a force

You pulled onto his hand, the two of you locking eyes as he fell onto the bed, his hands falling on both sides of your legs

And now he could see you so clearly, it hit him all at once

He missed you too

God seeing your eyes, how red they were, how tired - how could he have done this to you

“Stay.. Stay,” was all you could push out, your voice squeaking

This was the last thing he had expected you to say

He didn’t know what to say

He nodded, silently pushing himself off as he slipped out of your fingers to disappear into the closet, changing out of his suit into much comfier, simpler clothes

You wiped your face with your sleeves, feeling the sting at the sudden dryness of your skin

“Please don’t cry…” he wished to say, but obviously if you wanted to, you would’ve - and deep down, it was subconsciously something he wanted to say to make himself feel a bit better about himself but he didn’t

He knew better

Getting into bed beside you, he brought a tissue box, plucking a few as he moved himself to your side, feeling more and more ashamed of himself as he got closer, seeing your anguish

“I’m so sorry..” He wiped your face gently

It felt like there was nothing he could say since he hurt you originally with the words but now it felt like all he could truly to to help was to be with you

It was what you had wanted

You gave him another shock as you reached your arms around him, holding him and for once tonight, the comforting feeling of feeling your husband in your arms actually felt better than the words that broke your heart

This

You were so starved of it and now you could heal

He wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back as you nuzzled yourself into his chest

“Did you apologize to tendo?” You asked, sniffling as you looked up to him, stern with a small pout on your lips and brows furrowed, ready to be angry

“I did.. I will apologize more sincerely tomorrow, but tonight, you should rest..” He paused, cupping your face, grazing his thumb along your dry cheek

“I will be here and be by your side whenever you wish from now on. This is my promise to you,” he vowed, cherishing the feeling of your body laying in his, pondering what he did that made him able to deserve you in his life, to be by his side in this lifetime

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 3 years

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“You can’t laugh.”

“I love it when conversations start this way,” Sirius said turning around and leaning against the kitchen counter after putting away a dish.

“You can’t get mad either,” Remus continued, staring pointedly at his partner.

“Well now this is interesting,” Sirius grinned, “I’m either going to find it funny or I’m going to be mad?”

“Yes. Maybe both.”

“I’m not going to promise anything, but I am listening.”

“So...you know how Harry’s school had that bake sale today? And I made brownies for it as I always do? Well, you see, last night when I was baking, I thought it would be...fun to also make a special batch.”

“And by special you mean...”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I mean,” Remus nodded, “And I put them in tupperware and it was fine until I...went to get a special brownie for breakfast after I dropped him off and,” Remus cleared his throat, “it wasn’t special at all--very good because I’m amazing-- but not...I’m very much not high right now.”

Sirius’s face flashed before him in a series of emotions as he processed what Remus was telling him, letting out short bursts of laughter, “So does this mean that--”

“Yes, yes it does.”

“And that entire school is--”

“I mean, maybe they won’t buy brownies this year?” Remus offered, wincing a little, and Sirius stopped trying to contain his laughter, throwing his head back at Remus’ expense, laughing loudly.

“All those PTA mums are going to be high as--”

“Its not funny,”

“Oh, it’s very funny,” Sirius pushed off from the counter walking towards Remus to put his hands on his shoulders, “Couple things here, love--”

“Fuck off,”

“First is, I don’t think the sale starts for any hour, so we have time to go switch out the brownies. Second, what makes this better is you having a day off and choosing to have an edible at,” Sirius glanced at the clock again, “What was it? like 8am?”

“Look, it--”

“Third thing,” Sirius laughed again, “I just need you to be very aware of the fact that I asked you to do the morning drop-off one time and you sent our kid to school with pot brownies.”

“I feel like that was a misstep on your part. I don’t do mornings. So...really this is your fault.”

“Mhmm, okay,” nodded Sirius and he kissed Remus on the mouth quickly, “I...just really want you to sit with this, think it over, food for thought you know?”

“Shut up.”

“And the next time, I...I don’t know, I forget to send in a permission slip or...I don’t know, check Harry’s homework? I’m going to say Pot Brownies, and you can’t say shit.”

“One time.”

“Mmmm...considering I’m about to go fix this mess for you, I get to use it at least three.” Sirius shrugged, “I’ll say we sent the batch with nuts on accident, you know, for all the allergies, and--”

“Ah, shit, you’re brilliant. I didn’t think of that.” Remus sighed, “Fine. Three times.”

“Holding you to that,” Sirius agreed, and then laughed again, shaking his head on the way out the kitchen, “Pot brownies...my husband the drug-dealer...my husband getting children high...”

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #raising harry #au #drabble #tw: drugs mention

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ihavenocluedude · 2 years

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Bless the Telephone

Fezco x reader

Link to this on ao3 Link to main masterlist Link to Fezco masterlist

Gender neutral!reader

A/N - This is completely and ridiculously so inspired by the artist serpentwithfeet’s cover of the song ‘Bless the telephone’. I listened to it on repeat whilst writing this. Which seriously took around 3 hours so... :) . I did start writing this at 3 am and finish it now at around 5:30... but I trust grammarly and my own grammar, so...

Enjoy my hyperfixation’s work!

Summary - Fez’s first phone call to you after he went to prison

Angst + Fluff

Warnings - Prison, also maybe an unfair painted image of prison, or even like a badly painted image of prison, I did research but I’m still in another country and everything so... I did my best

Word Count - 1715

It's nice to hear your voice again I've waited all day long Even wrote a song for you It's strange, the way you make me feel With just a word or two I'd like to do the same for you

You’d waited for this for too long now. Just aching to hear the robotic voice greeting you.

”Hello, this is a prepaid call from” The robotic voice started before background noises quickly filled in and a mumbled ”Fezco,” came through the phone.

The feeling of hearing his voice again, even if it was just that quick… stunned you more than you thought it would. Although the voice kept talking, explaining that he was an inmate, named his facility… the only thing that really put you back out of your head and got you listening actively again was the sentence; ”To accept charges, press 1. To refuse charges, press 9.”

Your fingers shook and went so quickly to press the button that you almost pushed the wrong one. Just almost, thankfully. Your fingers almost wanting to hold the number one, press it a thousand times if you could. As long as his voice would come up next.

When Fezco had been arrested he had called Ash. Which you understood completely, it was the smart move, it was the good move, it’s his brother. Ash had called you afterwards, explained the situation.

Fezco was going to prison no matter what.

No matter how much money you could gather for a good lawyer. No matter if he told the police that he’s innocent, that he didn’t do what they arrested him for. No matter how much you didn’t want him to. He was going to go and that was that.

Now it was just to sort everything out so you could imagine that this time he would spend in there would feel like they passed in two seconds rather than 2 years. You and Ash immediately studied whatever you could find on the internet.

How to send in money, how to contact him, how to send letters if you wanted to, how to visit him. The last one being a thing that you agreed to do together, you driving the two of you the two-hour drive to Fez. Ash promised to hide his annoyance at whatever cutesy shit you and Fezco might say. Which was nice. The time would be limited after all.

You’d sent in all the forms, all the information the prison might need, as quickly as you possibly could. But even getting to that point took time.

Fez got a lawyer, even if he was going to plead guilty, he wanted to be prepared. This was the time that all just sort of turned into a blur. Maybe mostly because you had tears in your eyes during most of the sentencing. All you remember was him sitting in a nice suit. Which only made you remember the times he’d worn suits before, happier times.

Like Halloween. Almost looking like a mob boss sitting on the couch by the pool smoking.

But this was him sitting next to a lawyer he himself felt like he barely needed except for some help. With a tie wrapped seemingly almost too tightly around his neck. Or maybe that was just your own interpretation.

You’d gotten to see him at least that one time before you’d have to see him in inmate clothing. Which was nice. And then it was time to send in all of the information to the prison, send money for him to use and write a letter with both you and Ash’s phone numbers so he wouldn’t need to memorize them completely. You of course also wrote a loving note with the phone numbers but you kept it short in fear that the prison would decide not to give it to him.

Having heard disastrous things from the forums and the pages you’d looked through. Not anything horrible… just things getting lost and how it wasn’t rare, how it’s practically all up to the guards to judge if your clothing is appropriate enough for visiting. You wanted to play it all safely.

Even with being prepared, even with all the almost studying you’d done with Ash, it still took time until this moment. With your phone laying in front of you on your dining table. Speaker on as you saw the strange number at the top.

You’d known it would happen soon enough. That you’d finally get to hear his voice again. So you’d waited. You’d put your phone on the highest ringtone, muting all other notifications when in situations that you couldn’t have your ringtone on at all. If he called you’d be there. It was as simple as that.

”Baby?” He asked quietly as the phone call finally connected. ”You there?”

”Yeah! yeah, I’m right here.” You rushed out to say, adrenaline rushing through you so violently you didn’t even know if you were incomprehensibly happy or heartwrecklingly sad.

”You okay?”

”Yes-” You started almost automatically before you changed your answer, ”-no? I don’t know. Just keep talking, please.” Your breathing heaved at the end, your ’please’ coming out as a whine. You hadn’t expected anything differently because of the need of him and his voice that rushed through you. But it still surprised you slightly.

Not touching the phone out of fear that you’d do something wrong. But at the same time wanting to take the phone to lay down next to it in bed, close your eyes and imagine that he was right there next to you. Maybe get a somewhat good night’s rest for once since he left.

”I love you.” He huffed out slightly, not in a gruff way but rather in a way that he was stunned. ” ’ve missed you.” He continued after a while, his tone slightly more confident but still hushed.

You could just picture him there next to the telephone inserted into the wall. One of his hands holding the phone up to his ear whilst his other arm leaned against the wall, trying to enclose himself and the telephone so he could feel as if it was just the two of you. Not several other people around him. Trying to ignore the rush of background noises he could hear. Maybe even covering up his other ear with his other hand so he’d be able to hear you better.

”I love you too. So much.” You tried not to sound too sad. The adrenaline of getting to hear his voice again had calmed down a little. The relieved sort of happiness still sat in your heart but a nagging and overthinking sadness claimed your head for the most part. ”And I’ve missed you too. It was hard to even imagine a few days without you before… now… well now… it’s even harder to actually go through them.”

”I know. Me too.”

”You know… when we get out of this situation, I’m going to have a much greater appreciation for your voice.”

”Yeah? How so?”

”Well it’s the only thing I can experience at this moment. When me and Ash visit you- which we are going to do! You can’t talk us out of that. When me and Ash visit you, I might just get a hug and you’ll just be there talking to us. I’ll always just be longing for your voice since it’s the only thing I can have right now. Though I’ve always longed for your voice. Always had a lot of appreciation for it.”

”You won’t miss the things you can’t have?”

”Well… I mean they’ll be there waiting for me, won’t they? Hugs, kisses, cuddles and… other stuff. We can catch up when you get back.” You explained casually as if it was no big deal. As if you wouldn’t have to wait two years to get that back, ”Til then I’ll just miss your voice and get it back when I can. Hear it when you call, when I visit. Maybe sort of hear it in the letters you write if we decide to write any?”

Trying to stay optimistic. A good idea. A hard one. But a good one.

Although you knew you were lying to yourself. Knowing that you’d miss every single kiss he’d ever given you. Whether it was a simple and rushed peck that you barely felt or the kind of kiss you’d share in bed in the morning or at night. The kind where you’re already cuddled together and just hitch your faces to line up enough to place your lips together. A slow and steady kiss. One that breathed intimacy.

”That sounds good, baby. You’ll be there waiting for me?” Fez asked, even with the frustration he felt about keeping you whilst he couldn’t be there and show as much love to you as you deserve, he loves you too much to let you go.

”Yeah, of course. I’ll be right here. With lots to catch up with. Kisses, hugs, everything. Even all the other things you’ll…” You couldn’t say the word ’miss’. Even the thought of saying it made your eyes tear up slightly, taking a quick breath, you continued on ”I-… I can make a list of movies to watch when you get back. New stuff… or just things I find that I want to watch with you.” Your sentences took longer pauses even if you knew you didn’t have much time left.

”Yeah?”

”Yeah.”

”YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE LEFT.”

”Shit.”

”I love you. ’ll call you when I can, aight?” He asked softly sounding as if he actually was alone now, your brain being zeroed in on his voice. As if all the bustling in the background just disappeared out of nowhere.

”You better. I love you too.”

”Tell Ash that I love him t-” His voice got caught off but thankfully you got his message. Promising yourself to tell Ash the next time you stopped by the house. Promising yourself how you'd say it a thousand more times to Fez once he gets out, once he's in your arms again.

But thankfully he cured your longing for a little while.

Strange How a phone call can change your day Take you away Away From the feeling of being alone Bless the telephone

PART 2

#fezco fic #fez x reader #fezco fluff #fezco x reader #fezco euphoria #fezco x you #fezco imagine #fezco one shot #euphoria stuff #euphoria fanfic #euphoria fanfiction #euphoria #My writing #fez fic

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sukirichi · 3 years

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black magic [01]

REQUEST. arranged marriage + enemies to lovers (sukuna is a simp and lowkey a housewife)

CONTENT/WARNINGS. some suggestive scenes, but overall fluff and romance! slight crack fic, I guess? I was laughing when I wrote this lol

NOTES. I NEED A HUSBAND! SUKUNA I’M GOING TO CRY GOODBYE THIS HAS ME SOFT. also anon i’m not sure if you wanted something with more ~sexual tension~ since this is kind of just comedic, but I hope you like it anyway!

part one | part two (nsfw)

“This is new,” you comment with a glare, your ankle propped on Sukuna’s knee.

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, pushing your skirt aside to clean the wounds you attained through exorcising curses. You’ve taken a particularly strong curse today and you’re caught off guard, barely finishing the mission unscathed. Limping all the way back home isn’t easy especially since you live on top of the darned mountain, but if Sukuna’s going to kneel in front of you like this...maybe it wasn’t too tough a journey. “You should stop going to missions you’re not ready for. Look at you, all wounded and bloody.”

“You sound like you care.”

“You’re my wife,” he huffs while dropping the bloody towel on the floor. Sukuna wraps the bandage around your ankle and carries you bridal style even though you’re perfectly capable of walking, but he shoots you a silencing glare. You’d have knocked him in the face any other day, but he’s particularly warm and smells nice today – plus you’re beat – that you bury your face in his chest, ignoring that stupid fluttering in your stomach. “Of course I do.”

You snicker, mind tracing back to your earlier years of this dreaded marriage.

It definitely wasn’t the best – the memories blurring between strangling each other to making out as if breathing was never a thing – and it felt like forever ago when you first met him.

You’d never say it out loud, but... you don’t regret this arranged marriage. Not when Sukuna is tucking himself beside you on the bed, your head above his muscular chest a place similar to home. He covers both your bodies over with a blanket, pulling your body closer to him with a strong arm, his lips pressing onto the crown of your head.

Ugh, you think to yourself, giving in to the need to cuddle your husband after a long day of work. You still refuse to say it out loud, though, and you irk him further by muttering, “That’s not what you said two years ago.”

“I wasn’t in love with you then.”

“I refuse to be married to you!”

Sukuna fights back the urge to cover his ears. Ever since your clan decided to visit his land and started exorcising curses one by one, his life has been nothing but hell. Not only are your relatives the most arrogant people ever with a consistent god complex, they just had to let their little mortal child be in charge of taking on the stronger curses. Seriously, what were they thinking, sending you – who’s barely even out of their training bra years – to deal with curses like him?

Everyone knows Sukuna is a no bullshit man. He won’t hesitate to cut your head off the moment you came raging at him, but then he sees how young you are and decides to send you back to your family.

Expecting that everyone would just call it a day and he’d get offerings for his unexpected mercy, Sukuna is beyond stupefied when they send you back to his temple, all dressed pretty with a basket of fruits and flowers braided in your hair. He remembers growling because you look adorable, but that’s easily wiped away when you open your mouth, your voice scratchy against his ears as you stomp your feet like the young mortal you are.

Sukuna pushes a thumb to his forehead to ease the impending headache, and that’s just from your presence. Something inside him tells that you’re going to be a bigger pain than you look.

“You don’t have much of a choice. You should’ve thought of that before deciding to run rampage over my land,” he reminds, turning boredly to his lone servant from above his throne. Sukuna isn’t impressed, to say the least, especially with your clan’s audacious proposition to gain his favour just this once. “Is this really the woman you bring me – the one they insist to be my wife?”

“She is their best fighter, my Lord.”

Well, he can’t disagree to that. You did, after all, single-handedly give him a cut on the cheek. “She’s feisty indeed.”

“Don’t talk as if I’m not here!”

“Mouthy too,” he mumbles to himself, but your sorcerer senses are sharp and easily picks up on it. He sees you flush angry again, looking immensely adorable with your tiny fists clenched like that and he snorts, waving a hand in the air. “Whatever. Get the wedding over with,” he nods to his servant, his sigh loud and tired as he makes his way to you.

You don’t stiffen at each haunting step, his eyes only glimmering harder with entertainment. It’s rare to find a mortal that doesn’t quiver at the sight of him, the urge to break you only growing stronger.

Even as he cups your face, making sure to not let his claws dig into your precious skin, Sukuna smirks. You’ll be entertaining indeed.

So Sukuna makes a promise, four eyes surveying the way your body is starting to fill in curves at the right places, the swell of your flesh just perfect in his hands... He chuckles to himself, daunting you further as he leans down to your ear, taking pleasure in the slight way your breath hitches. “Maybe then I’ll get to teach you a lesson or two.”

You’re definitely something else, taking advantage of each presented opportunity and not wasting any time before you make your move. Right after the wedding and everyone’s left, leaving you alone with your new husband behind closed doors; you push him until he’s on the ground, legs straddling each side of his hips while you growl above him – the sound similar to a battle cry.

Sukuna merely smirks, barely moving a muscle as his large hands come up to rest on your hips to steady you. “I’ve imagined countless ways you’d be on top of me like this,” his eyes light up with humour upon feeling the cold blade on his skin, “None of them included a knife on my neck though.”

“Shut your mouth. I will kill you myself,” you warn, pressing your knife harder until it draws a slight tinge of blood.

You hardly look threatening above him like this, dolled up to look the best in your wedding with this cursed being. If anything, you look more divine than deadly, and Sukuna thinks that perhaps your beauty could be your best weapon. You are bewitching, after all.

“I refuse to be your Queen and sit next to your throne.”

“Then why didn’t you stop the wedding?”

“I—”

Sukuna’s teasing grin grows wider when you pull back, trying so hard to not trip over your words. It takes all of his self-restraint to not take you right then and there, but he does a good job of holding back, enjoying this view above him instead. “Could it be you’re attracted to me after all, hm, little one?”

“Do not test me, Curse. I’m more than capable of exorcising you myself.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that. You’re the strongest in the Gojo clan, are you not?” he prompts to appease you, “I don’t even want to see what you’re capable of, but maybe, just maybe...” just as his eyes darken, the edges of his lips turning up into a smirk, Sukuna digs his claws into your thigh in a possessive show of ownership, a painful reminder that you’re his now. “...You could put on a little show for me?”

“I hate you!”

Experienced and strong as you are, you’re nothing compared to a thousand year old curse who’s killed a lot more people faster than you could blink. Sukuna immediately notices the animalistic way you draw your blade, arm swung back with rage written all over your face. Before you could so much as bat an eye, he easily switches the positions until you’re under him, using only one hand to pin your arms above your head, your blade effortlessly thrown to the other side of the room.

“As I thought, you’re a lot prettier under me like this,” he observes, roaming his eyes shamelessly over the fabric clinging prettily to your body. You’ve fallen silent at his unconcealed attention, your compliance enticing him to lean closer just to inhale your intoxicating scent.

“Not so feisty now, little one? Where’d all your hatred for me go?” Sukuna pulls back with widened eyes, “Oh? Am I hearing it wrong or is your pathetic human heart beating so loud right now?” You refuse to look at him, wriggling your hips in an attempt to leave, completely unaware that the mere movement is hypnotizing the curse above you. Sukuna grips your hips in warning, not wanting to destroy you – not now, anyway. “You know all you need to do is say it. I’d gladly take you right here and then.” His words spoken with that deep, throaty voice immediately sends a wave of heat down your core, but you turn away from him, breathing hard and nervously; something Sukuna picks up on in an instant. “Little one...have you never had a man hold you like this before?”

“N-no...”

“I see. Pure and innocent behind that ferocity, huh?” He surprises you by pulling away, smoothening his white robes down as he leaves you panting still on the floor. “Fine. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

“I’d rather die before that ever comes out from my mouth.”

“We’ll see about that,” he smirks, winking at you before he shuts the door. “Little one.”

There’s a lot of weird – and utterly inconvenient things – about being Sukuna’s wife. The man eats everything, absolutely everything, and it doesn’t help that he sucks at hunting too. For a man so huge and burly, he sure is lazy, preferring to do the laundry in the riverside instead while you go out every day to prepare your meals.

You actually don’t mind, but it’s very fun to complain around him.

You’re on your way back to the temple when Sukuna grabs at you, making you drop the freshly caught birds onto the ground. Your brows furrow, about to scold him for being too eager again when Sukuna stares at your arm, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Following his line of sight, your lips form an ‘o’ shape. There’s blood trickling down your forearm from his claws accidentally cutting you, guilt written all over his face. Another weird thing about Sukuna is that he babbles a lot when he’s emotional, and you’re too tired to hear him beat himself over it that you just drag him inside your room, sitting his ass down before taking a clipper.

Sukuna scoffs when you start cutting his nails. It irks him that you don’t even bother wiping the blood off first and he tsks, eyes narrowed at you. “You should have thicker skin.”

You roll your eyes as you file his nails; you’ve been married to him long enough to know it’s his way of saying sorry. Not wanting to let him wallow in guilt any louder, you pad kisses over his knuckles before swiping the black ink off your desk, using a pen brush to colour your nails instead. Sukuna hovers behind you, head tilted to the side as he watched you. “Are you painting your nails black?” he utters in disbelief, trying to ignore the fact he feels...proud and even a little smug. “Not so fitting for the angelic sorcerer now, isn’t it?”

“I’m only doing this so you don’t feel left out.”

“Maybe I’ll add markings to your pretty face too,” he cups your jaw to make you turn to him, landing a solid kiss flat to your lips which makes you sigh, pretending to be annoyed but leaning over for another peck anyway. Sukuna laughs and pulls you onto his lap, kissing your neck this time around, a little annoyed that you don’t stop in brandishing your nails. “Wife, what do you think?”

“I have work, Sukuna. You flirting with me doesn’t change the fact I need to go.”

“Come home safe for me, at least?” he breathes down your neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You’ve definitely changed since the first time he’s met you, starting from a mean (although he stands strong that you are still mean to him sometimes) temperamental little one to a mature, stronger sorcerer who’s secretly weak for his wife.

Unable to resist him as always, you turn around once you’ve finished painting your nails, rubbing your nose over his until your strong, scary husband is turning into putty at your hands. “Of course I will,” you peck his lips one last time, Sukuna’s eyes closing as he dives in for a deeper kiss. “I’ll always come back home to my handsome husband.”

If anyone were to ask how it’s possible that the King of Curses is actually very soft for his sorcerer wife, everyone would claim it’s impossible and a heresy – but if you ask Sukuna, it’s probably just black magic doing its wonders.

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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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Accidental Turn-Ons; Hawks x Dom! Reader

Genre: angst to fluff to smut

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Hawks returns home from a mission, clearly exhausted, and you take the time to give him a little massage! However, it doesn’t quite have the effects you expected.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: minor dub-con (Y/n doesn't know that what they're doing is sexual for Hawks), stress, minor injuries, Keigo's adorable bird tendencies, sexual innuendo, dom y/n, wing play, feather play, nicknames, edging, dacryphilia, handjobs, aftercare

Other: Yo this might actually be my best smut yet

Inspiration: This was actually inspired by my own piece of work, MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks where I spoke about Hawks’ wing and back kink and how it relates to his avian traits.

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

You paced the living room, glancing between the TV and the door. The news station had cut away from the fight five minutes ago, which meant your boyfriend was either in the hospital getting treated for any injuries he might have sustained, dealing with fans, dealing with paperwork, or on his way home.

Your phone buzzed and you raced to grab it off the couch, fearing an incoming call from the hospital, or a news alert about the well-being of the man you loved.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized it was just an email from work, not even marked important. You tossed your phone back onto the couch with a groan.

Wasted build-up. Your mind grumbled

Your eyes flicked back to the TV, watching as the reporter rambled on about yet another stupid thing America had going on as you waited for something, anything to happen. Right when you were getting ready to pick your phone back up from the couch cushions when you heard a light tap tap tappity tap against the thick glass of the sliding glass door that led to your balcony.

You dashed across the living room, accidentally knocking a chair over as you raced to reach the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. You'd recognize his special knock any day, even if he changed it all the time whenever he forgot it. You always had patience with him, you knew he had too many things on his mind with Hero Work to always remember a random knock.

You grabbed the handle, yanking the door open with a wide grin, finally laying eyes on your bird boy. He had a hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Hey, Y/n. So sorry I'm late, been flying all day so naturally I'm a little sore. No excuse for missing movie night but-"

"I'm just so glad you're here!" You exclaimed, taking his cheeks in your hands and rubbing at his cheekbones. "I'm so sorry you're hurting, come inside I'll get a heating pack, or a cooling pack, maybe some lotion and I could give you a massage." You babbled, tugging him inside.

"A massage and some cuddles sound great," he sighed, eyes tired. You never liked the fact that Keigo was a hero. He worked too hard, too much, and for so long. He was still young, he should be appreciating life and spending time on himself and with his lover and not with the commission. "Oh I uh, I found this for you."

He took one of your hands off his face, taking his other hand out of his pocket and pressing something cold and smooth into your palm. You opened your fingers, a soft smile growing on your face at the sight of a smooth pretty white rock with grey and black speckles.

"Oh, Kei, this is beautiful. I love it~" you pressed a kiss to Keigo's cheek, loving the way he trilled. He was always so excited to pick up random items he found pretty or interesting, and he'd always give them right to you. It was truly adorable, you loved his gifts. His wings fluttered in happiness for a moment before he winced slightly in pain, happiness vanished in a reminder of his stress from the day.

"Ouch, okay, sitting down time," he muttered, stumbling past you to flop down on the couch. You grabbed the lotion from the kitchen counter (you kept it there for whenever he came home with sore muscles). You set the stone down on the coffee table, tapping it twice in a small show of affection before sitting next to Keigo.

"Shirt off Birdie," you said, squirting some lotion into your palm before rubbing them together.

"Hey, at least buy me a drink first," he chuckled, tugging his jacket off and peeling off his tight hero shirt. You sighed, deciding not to comment on his tacky flirting, knowing you'd been dating for almost a year now.

He turned his back to you, crossing his legs. He folded his wings, lowering them to give you access to his shoulders and shoulder blades. You pressed your fingers against one of his shoulders, finding a large knot almost immediately. You heard him hiss, and your frown increased.

"I know it hurts but it will hurt a lot less when I'm finished," you told him, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. The hair there rose against your skin, a shiver shooting down his spine. You blinked, confused at his reaction. Maybe it was uncomfortable for him. You resolved not to kiss there again.

You continued to rub against his tightened muscles, listening to his soft hisses and groans. You pulled away after about six minutes, picking up the lotion bottle and squirted some more into your palms.

"Hey, when you finish with mm~ when you finish with that shoulder could you do around my wing joints? Down my spine, y'know?"

"Are there muscles there?" you asked, most people didn't have muscles down their spines, usually it was just the ridges of said bones.

"Yeah, I do," he explained quickly. You nodded pressing into his knot, slowly working down when it eased up. You moved your fingers downwards, feeling his shoulder blades and spine before reaching his wings joints. He shuddered, similar to when you kissed his neck, but a little larger. You hummed, pressing your fingers down and finding another knot, right where his skin turned to bright red feathers.

"Oh, yeah, yeah right there that's perfect." You glanced back up at him, confused, he didn't usually speak when you massaged him, he'd also never asked for a massage so close to his wings, he was usually very cautious about having his wings touched. Maybe he'd just gotten tired of dealing with wing pains by himself, it was probably a lot different from other knots.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this," you cooed. "You really deserve a break, it's not healthy to work this hard all the time."

"I know, Little Feather, but it's nng- n-not my fault. The citizens need me." he panted. You sighed, moving your other hand to work out both wings' knots at the same time.

Keigo's head flopped forward, and his hand flew up to slap over his mouth, holding back a soft whine. You lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, there were only a few times when you heard him make noises like that.

Slowly, you pressed your fingers down closer to the underside, right over a few of his downy feathers.

"Oh fuck~" he hissed.

"Okay, that's it." you lifted your hands away from them, holding them in the air. "What the hell's going on with you?" His head whipped around so fast you were surprised it was still attached to his neck. His golden eyes widened, pupils blowing out, nearly completely covering the honey iris.

"W-what?" he exclaimed, feathers puffing up.

"I'm sorry if I seem mad, I'm not, I'm just- very confused. You're literally moaning. I am giving you a massage and you're moaning. Explain."

His cheeks dusted over in pink, and his eyes fell down to his lap.

"Okay uh- fuck I- this was not how I planned on telling you, erm- I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Keigo, it's alright, I'm not uncomfortable, just confused. Take a breath darling,"

"Okay, okay, okay." he took a deep breath. "My wings and back are... sensitive, like- in a sexual way. It's why I never let you touch them, I didn't want you to get uncomfortable with that."

"Oh Keigo, you should have just told me, it's perfectly alright, you know I love you, and I love your bird traits. I'm not uncomfortable with this." you smiled sweetly, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"You're- you're not?" he glanced back up at you, golden eyes filled with hope.

"Not in the slightest. To be honest, I don't see why anyone would be uncomfortable with it. It's just another erogenous zone, like someone's neck, ears, or nipples would be. And lots of people keep those bits on display."

"Thanks," he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. "That does make me feel better, but uh- there's something else.." he trailed off, nervous.

"Your obvious boner? I was gonna leave you to take care of that yourself, but I'll gladly do it for you if you'd like."

"Oh uh-" his cheeks brightened as if attempting to match the tone of his wings. "I would very much like that," he admitted, offering you a slightly nervous smile.

"Anytime, Birdie~" you stood up, hands landing on either side of his waist as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "But I would very much like to experiment with those wings of yours, see what we can do with them. Just how far can we go?" You smirked at him, tongue darting out to moisturize your lips. Keigo let out a soft breath, shifting against the couch to make room for the tent in his pants.

"I- I have thought about using them before- my feathers can move fast, so they can act as a vibrator if I focus, but I could never use it on myself. I know I'd get distracted, then the feather would stop moving, then I'd have to start all over again. I'd basically just be edging myself all night. I know I'd just give up and jerk off."

"I can work with that~" you pressed your lips against his, surprising him. He whined into the kiss, hands flying up to fist your shirt.

Unfair. He thought, he already had his shirt off, and he knew he'd be naked in just a few minutes, but you hadn't taken anything off yet. Knowing you, you would stay clothed just to tease him. The most you would do was lift your shirt a little to show him your stomach before quickly covering it again. That was what you usually did when you dommed. At least for the foreplay.

You pressed the tip of your tongue against his lips, pushing past his defensive barrier of shiny white teeth, perfect for the press, and you licked along the top of his mouth. His whole body shuddered against yours, his hips jerking upwards.

You grabbed his thigh with one hand, squeezing. A warning, he knew, against bucking up again, against disobeying. He tasted your saliva, feeling it pool onto his tongue. His eyes finally drooped closed, enjoying the taste of leftover's from last night's dinner on your tongue.

He whined against the back of your mouth, feeling you move your other hand up towards his back. He already knew what you were going to do. Without pulling away from the kiss, you plucked a feather about the size of his hand from his wings, running a finger down the stem, brushing it against the little red bristles. Soft against your finger, yet forcing Keigo's restrained cock to grow even harder than he ever thought possible.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss, taking his lower lip hostage between your teeth, tugging it as far as it could go before finally releasing it. You felt Keigo's hot breaths fanning out across your face, and your grin only grew. You loved breaking him apart, the strong, well-put-together Hawks was an act only for the cameras, only you could ever know the real him, the horny, whiny, needy baby he truly was.

"Look at you, falling apart already? I've barely done shit to you."

"Fuck- that's just 'cause it's you~" he purred

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, doll." Your shit-eating smirk only grew, and Keigo could feel himself melting into the couch cushions. "C'mon, take 'em off, you're a big boy, I'm sure you can do it yourself."

He nodded, hands flying away from your shirt and grappling with his belt buckle faster than you could say 'Hawks.' He tossed his belt behind the couch, not caring if it hit anything, and quickly shimmied out of his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock slapped against his stomach, six inches and throbbing.

Looks like his prediction was correct. He was naked. You were not. You didn't look like you were planning on undressing anytime soon, which left Keigo feeling slightly disappointed. However, any negative emotions vanished the second you ran his bright red feather down his nose, over his lips, then under his chin. He knew immediately you were trying to lift his face with the feather, despite the single feather not being strong enough by itself, not unless it was under his control. But he was not in control, you were, and fuck it if that wasn't the best part.

"Good boy~" you praised him, sliding a hand up his bare thigh, brushing it carelessly close to his dick. He bit his lip, eyes flicking between your hand and your eyes.

"Please, please touch me," he whispered, slightly embarrassed by the situation. It had been a long while since you'd last had sex, and an even longer while since you had been the dom. He'd all but forgotten how to properly beg. You could tell.

"Come on, doll, I know you can ask me nicely, or at least better than that." He groaned, hands gripping your hips and attempting to tug you into his lap, a plan formulating in his head that ended in an amazing thighjob. But his plans never worked, not at least with you involved. No, you were too stubborn, one of the many things he loved about you. But not really in this precise situation.

"Nah ah ah~ hands off the merchandise." Your hand squeezed his thigh again, twice this time. That was all he needed to let go. He found purchase in a nearby pillow, moving it behind him and tugging on the little dangly bits on the corners. He forgot what they were called but he was ninety-five percent sure it started with a 'D' or something.

"Fuck, please, I need it, you know I need it, I-I've been nothing but good all day, please touch me, please~" He whined, eyebrows furrowing. That plus his reddened cheeks made just the cutest face. You couldn't wait to make his eyes go crooked and for him to drool.

"That's it, good boy~" You ran the tip of the feather up his cock, circling the tip. He shivered in response, biting back a loud moan. "Come on, don't make me mad, vibrate yourself with your feather~" you cooed, teasing tone making his stomach churn in the best way possible.

He bit his lip, looking down at the feather slowly circling the tip of his dick. It had already nudged his foreskin downwards, leaving the red skin fully exposed. He took a deep breath, trying to block out your presence, and how hard he was, just focusing on the single red feather, twirling around in loops.

He felt it twitch against his skin, before finally starting to shake, then at last it was vibrating. He twitched it away from his dick, slightly nervous about how it might feel. You sighed, pressing it directly onto the little hole at the tip.

"Ghhh- oh fuckkkkk~" he moaned, pressing his head against the couch cushions. It felt better than he ever possibly could have imagined. Feeling the feather on his dick, his dick against his feather, it was double the pleasure. He whined loudly when the vibrations suddenly stopped. "Nooooo I want it, bring it back, please," he begged, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Doll I didn't even do anything. You lost focus. You gotta try a little harder." you said, tapping the feather against him again. Pre-cum stuck to it, making red glisten with a little bit of white. He cursed at the sight (and feeling) of his own pre on his feather.

Soon enough, it started to buzz again. And you put it back on him. This time, you traced it up and down his base, running it over the tip again. One of his hands flew up to his mouth, knuckles pressing against his lips. His hips bucked up against the vibrating feather.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck so goooood~" he moaned loudly. Again, the buzzing stopped without warning. "Nooo fuck no! I need it please fuck!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears- no way it was really that good. You'd have to ask him to use his feathers on you sometime.

"I know baby, I know," you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His breath hitched, golden eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "But you gotta focus to get it done, okay?" he nodded, wiping his tears, but he only managed to spread the warm, salty liquid over his face, making him appear even more debauched.

How cute

You wrapped your hand around his dick when it started to vibrate again, the feather curled up between your palm and his dick. Slowly, you began to jerk him off, feeling the feather vibrate faster than you'd felt any toy vibrate, and his dick throbbing and pulsing against you left you feeling like you just might cum in your pants.

"FUCK!" he shouted, back arching off the couch. One of his legs flew upwards, toes curling around the air. He was shaking at this point, looking like he was just on the verge of cumming. "Oh, Godddd fuckkkmeeeee~" he wailed, tears overflowing and falling down his flushed cheeks.

"No god's gonna fuck you, darling, only I will because you belong to me. Isn't that right?" You pulled on his hair and his moans grew louder, the vibrations intensifying, which you thought was impossible at the rate it had been buzzing against your skin and his.

"Youuuuu fuck- I- I belong to youuuu~" he moaned, hiccuping a little.

"Fuck, you're so fucking cute like this, so adorable when you fall apart beneath me, gonna break soon?" He sniffed loudly, nodding. His moan broke out into a disappointed wail when the vibrations stopped again. He tried to get it to move but it just wasn't going to. You opened your palm, revealing the feather, the stem bent awkwardly. Hawks sighed, sadness filling his eyes.

"I was just 'bout to cum too..." he whimpered.

"Oh, you'll still cum. We don't need anything else between us anymore~" you tossed the feather aside before spitting into your palm, beginning to jerk him off again. It certainly didn't feel nearly as good as it did with the feather, but at this point, he was so close he just couldn't give two fucks about how good it felt, just that it would get him where he needs.

"Oh yes yes yes fuck yes more more- gonna cum gonna cum ooooh fuck baby you're gonna make me cum!" He cried out, bucking up into your hand, sobbing as pre ran down the sides of his dick and onto your fingers.

You pulled him to you by his hair, loving the loud moan he let out from the pain. You pressed your lips right up against his ear.

"Then fucking cum, my baby boy~" you purred seductively. Moments later, his whole body spasmed, legs shaking violently and wings flaring outwards. He wailed, screaming as he finally came into your hand, white ribbons landing on his legs, stomach, and even a little on the couch. Subconsciously, he knew he'd have to clean that up later, but he was not about to worry about that right now.

"Godamn! If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen!" you exclaimed, truly in awe at just how good his orgasm looked. He had gone limp, flopped back against the couch, and panting. You pulled your hand away from his dick, licking away the bits of cum from your skin before sitting down next to him, tugging his body closer to you.

"Unf, that was the best damn orgasm of my life," he murmured, voice a little hoarse.

"Looked like it, you alright darling? Can I get you anything? Water, blankets, bath?" You worried a little, hoping you didn't completely brain-fuck him.

"Jus' some cuddles." his head flopped down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he yawned.

"Hey birdie, don't fall asleep on me," you chuckled. "We still gotta get you all cleaned up and put in bed."

"Not... a problem..." he whispered, breath tickling your skin as he nodded off.

"Heh, that's a problem," you smiled affectionately. He deserved his rest. You resolved to stay still for a little while, then clean him up as gently as you could before carrying him to bed. He wasn't that heavy, after all. "I love you, my darling Keigo~" you whispered, resting your head on top of his and closing your eyes.

Maybe the mess could be cleaned tomorrow, you were also very tired.

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