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ೃ⁀➷ be good | CHOI SOOBIN NSFW
pairing: idol!soobin x f!reader
genre: fluff, smut | long ass one shot
summary: while you’re both abroad, soobin missed talking to moas but you also missed having some alone time with him. this night is the only night he’s had the room to yourselves, so you decide to play around with him while he goes live. and he lets you.
disclaimer: this only fiction and does not represent this idol in any way.
a/n: happy belated soobin day ♥ it was about time letting this out of the dungeon lol also the date for the weverse live is 2022.07.28. I hope you enjoy it with some references to the live itself hehe. thank you to my angel @junniieesbby for beta reading <3
wc: 3.1 k
WARNINGS UNDER CUT
warning(s): messy oral (m!receiving), face fucking, slight hair pulling, soobin cums multiple times, cum swallowing, use of affectionate terms (baby, princess, good girl, good boy), A LOT of praising, making out, perv!soobin, panty stealing soobs, penetration, soobin's biggggg, slight overstim, momentary cockwarming, whiny soobin:(((, unprotected sex (wrap it up and stay safe!!), boob sucking, soobin’s a lil messy but still so sweet.
"Hello MOAs! How are you guys?" Soobin's voice vibrates against your chest. You're laying on his legs under the duvet while he props his phone on the bedside, showing from his chest up. It was a spontaneous decision for him to go live at a different angle, but it only came to your advantage.
Watching Soobin read out comments from his beloved fans was so endearing to you, you knew how much of a hard-working leader your boyfriend has been for the past three years, but it was just as endearing knowing that he's the same endearing person in front and behind the screen.
What MOAs didn't know was that you were in the perfect position to lightly skim your hands over his thighs and occasionally over his crotch. It certainly did not go unnoticed by Soobin.
"'Who's your roommate tonight? Is it Beomgyu?'" He reads out a comment in which he replies with an airy chuckle, partially from the way your fingertips were caressing his semi-hard dick through his mesh shorts. "Ah, no, we all have our own rooms tonight. I think the members are asleep now, though."
You had to admit, you wanted to applaud Soobin for his voice not faltering while your fingers were wandering around his lower body. Yet, you wonder just how far you could go until he'd beg for a time out. He looks at you for a split second through his black frames, feeling it slightly slip down his nose bridge until he pushes it back up, laying his arm straight in front of him so he could cup your cheek — his way of allowing you to do whatever you want — out of frame from the camera.
His caresses were warm, his thumb rubbing up and down your cheek until you raise your head up to capture his thumb in your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his digit and then released it to place a single kiss on his clothed crotch. You could feel he'd definitely gotten harder from your last touch. Soobin, on the other hand, found his breathing picking up after feeling the warmth of your wet mouth on the pad of his thumb, hoping you'd use your mouth on his cock in the next few minutes.
You tug on the band of his shorts, and as if on cue, he picks up his phone so it was closer to his face. As he continues to read and answer comments and questions regarding their trip in America so far, he removes his frames and sets it on the bedside table. He was holding his phone just above your head, his eyes subtly flickering towards your face every now and then to see what you would do next.
For a moment, you let him answer the next few questions but you were growing impatient. Finally hooking your fingers under the waistband of his shorts and underwear, he hisses out of satisfaction, releasing his pretty, hard cock from the restraints ; watching precum leak from his blushed tip.
He was big. Bigger in both length and girth. The biggest you've seen, and ever since your first time together you had devoted yourself to him, and promised to look after and please him the best you could.
"'Is there a ghost in your room?'" He reads out. You chuckle from the thought that his fans were either messing around with him, or sensing that he wasn't alone.
You took this as your opportunity to start working on him, what could be better than you and his fans teasing him at completely different ends of the spectrum? You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, feeling his thighs tensing under your arms.
"Mmm..." Soobin hums. He could feel a moan about to escape but he managed to save himself from doing so, "BOO!" He pulls the phone closer to his face, thinking he was able to surprise those watching him, but his wavering chuckles didn't go unnoticed.
You slowly place wet kisses along his shaft, trailing up to his tip until the hint of saltiness overtook your tastebuds, tapping the head of his cock on your tongue a few times before lightly suckling on it. If your boyfriend's breathing wasn't fast enough before, then it's definitely picked up now. The urge to roll his eyes back was strong, but he remembered to keep reading new comments to distract him from doing so.
"'Soobin is sexy just by breathing.'" He reads out another comment then carefully observes the way you stretch your lips, taking more of his thick cock in your mouth. The sight was so filthy but it felt so heavenly to him. "Thank you." He chuckles at the comment.
After lightly sucking and licking his tip for a few more minutes, and Soobin talking to MOAs, you decide to take more of him in your mouth, inching the tip closer to the back of your throat, but careful enough to not gag. Soobin places his free hand on the top of your head, his fingers lacing through the loose strands but curling in to form a stable grip in your hair. His other hand still holding the phone close to his face and he positions his phone so only his nose up was in frame. Loosely holding your head up to face him, he didn't have to wait for you to nod and agree to use your mouth for his pleasure, but you were also excited to please him for your own satisfaction.
He began pushing your head lower each time, feeling how wet and slippery your mouth was around his cock, your saliva was starting to drip from your bottom lip and down along his length, just the way he likes it. Your tongue traces the prominent vein under his shaft and you felt your panties dampening by the second. Soobin didn't always use you like this, but when he did, you just knew you were going to be fucked good the second the live ends.
You look up at him, holding eye contact while his mouth is slightly agape from the overwhelming pleasure, and he looks so pretty with his bangs beginning to stick to his forehead, partially covering his eyes.
He shuffles slightly, trying to get into a more comfortable position for the both of you. Using the hand holding the phone to stabilise his balance on the bed, the camera was flat against the sheets, blacking out the viewers' screens. While his fans were questioning the blacked out screen in the chat, you took this opportunity to remove the duvet over your back, throwing it aside with half of it hanging off of the bed.
"I'm close," Soobin silently mouths at you, his eyes hazy and drunk off the feeling of the perfect suction and pace you were going at. You smile up at him when his tip occasionally slipping past your lips and he swore he could have came then and there.
You pick up the speed at which you were going at, using your hands to jerk the part of his shaft that your mouth couldn't take, determined to stimulate him as much as you can. Your sweet boyfriend let out a soft gasp but played it off as if he was just sighing, but even with that, it could have sounded a little off if anyone listened closely.
Releasing his tip with a quiet pop, you were controlling the sound of your breathing, trying to catch your breath without the phone mic picking it up. You smile at the sight of his head thrown back, quickly tapping his thigh and nodding your head in the direction of his phone, reminding him that he just left the live with a blank screen.
Thankfully he adjusted the camera close to his face again, hoping the fans hadn't heard anything and allowed him to adjust properly. "'Where did you go?' 'What was with the rustling?'" He read a few more comments flying up his screen, and you picked up where you left him with his tip occasionally reuniting with the back of your throat.
A gentle sigh slipped out of Soobin's lips when you swallowed around the head of his cock, momentarily squeezing his tip before lightly humming around him. The sound was almost like an incentive for you to keep going, but instead you were left with your eyes widening, afraid that you might get caught at any given second.
"Huh? Hah-" His breath was airy and ragged in the most discreet way possible. You sped up making it difficult for him to formulate his sentence, stuttering out a couple of strangled chuckles, "Oh! My legs— my legs are sweaty so I had to remove the duvet." He sighs in between words all while his cute bunny smile was plastered on his face.
You were shuffling your legs to press your thighs together from the sound of his sighs, hoping he could be more vocal once he's done with the livestream. But you had to remind yourself that you were currently prioritising Soobin's pleasure and you can always receive yours later.
His hand tuggs on your hair again, pulling your head upward just as you were about to bob your head towards his public bone. You inaudibly wince from the brief pain, mouth left open with your tongue hanging out of your mouth with a trail of saliva attached from your tongue to his glistening tip.
Soobin was meant to be answering a question, but he was distracted from the lewd sight just a few inches in front of him. Another smile crept up your lips as you gathered your spit and stuck your tongue out again just for your saliva to slide off your tongue and dribble down the head and his pink-ish shaft. You can't help but ogle at it yourself, he has such a pretty cock you could never have enough of it. His eyes follows yours and his eyelids drops a little, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes back for the nth time that evening.
His dick starts twitching more in the palm of your hand, indicating he was nearing his orgasm at any given moment. "Uh guys, I'm gonna have to end the live now. My phone is at three percent so I need to charge it. Sleep well MOAs!" His breath wavered at the last second. You had never seen him end his lives so quickly before, but it was just the excitement building up.
He places his phone down beside him, lifting the hem of his white shirt a little higher up his torso and pulling his shorts and underwear past his ankles to place them aside. Not bothering to charge the device, he rushes to place each hand on either side on the crown of your head.
His cock inches in a little more each time, reaching into your mouth until the head bumps the back of your throat repeatedly, filling the room with the sound of the gargling. He raises his hips as he controls your head to move until the tip of your nose made contact with his pubic bone.
"Oh baby," he groans, throwing his head back. "God, you're doing so good for me. You almost made me moan on live." He let out a sheepish chuckle, followed by a strangled moan which had the sound shooting straight to the pulse intensifying between your thighs.
The recurring twitches manages to send your sweet boyfriend over the edge, his hand stilling your head as he lets out the prettiest sounds to exist. His moans were laced with curses and a string of your name in between. You watch his torso lift off the bed, curving inwards to look at the way you took in his load.
"That's it, princess. Swallow it all for me, yeah?" The moment your eyes met, the corner of his lips lifts into a smirk. He loved the way you look; your dishevelled hair, your eyes and lips glistening, a sheer coat of his cum leaking from the corner of your lips. Soobin missed seeing you in such a state, and it's only just clicked to him that you haven't done this for a while.
"Baby?" You ask him. "I can't believe you let me do that to you while you were live." You both chuckle, realising how pervy that sounded. To Soobin, however, it sounded like another idea.
He replies with a hum, watching you use your fingers to pick up the spilled cum from the corner of your lips and darting your tongue out to swallow the remaining.
"Would you let me ride you," you crawl higher up the bed, situating your legs on either side of his hips until your clothed core starts grinding over his bare, still-hard cock. "While you're on live?"
You bury your face into the crook of his neck, smelling his fresh scent mixed with his aftershave that you undeniably loved. His arms wraps around your waist, his hands finding purchase on your ass cheeks to squeeze them ; loving the feeling of your ass in his large palms, his thumbs massaging circles before giving your flesh another good squeeze.
"I think you're onto something." He smiles, picking up his phone, which was now charging, and opening the Weverse app to notify MOAs that he'll be able to go back on live shortly.
A soft whine left your lips, lingering by his ear. Pulling back, he leans in to peck your lips a few times until your one hand held his shoulder to steady the kiss and the other wrapping around the side of his neck.
As much as you loved kissing Soobin, moments like these would be engraved in your mind. His plush bottom lip trapped between your teeth, plumping them from your harsh kisses. He tastes like chocolate chips from the Chips Ahoy cookie he ate before the live.
Irregular breaths filled the once quiet room, only heightening his hearing and noticing the way you were softly moaning against his lips. It turned him on for the most part, to the point his dick was throbbing beneath you again. You wouldn't have known until he pushed your ass down and he lifted his hips to meet your throbbing core.
Both of you exchange moans, like harmonies exclusive to the both of you. He could feel your damp panties against his shaft, but the thin barrier was beginning to agitate him.
"Baby, panties off." He litters butterfly kisses along your jaw, and then let you pull your panties down your legs in a slow, seductive manner. You were going to throw them somewhere over the bed, but felt the smallest bit of resistance from his fingers looping through and scrunching it up into his fist to stuff it into the pocket of his discarded shorts. "I'm gonna have to take this, sorry."
Soobin was definitely going to be using that in the near future. When he gets a little turned on for no reason before a performance, he'd need to jack off in the restroom just for his hard-on to disappear, he'd use your panties to help him; sniffing them, or even wrapping it around his shaft imagining that you were dry humping him—his guilty pleasure.
"Put it in," you sigh. You were ready to feel him inside you again, after not having sex for what felt like months because of practice prior the trip abroad, and now his schedule has been packed full of interviews. "Slowly."
You were hovering your core above his hips, pushing your weight on his shoulders to use him to balance yourself. He held the base of his dick, aligning it to your leaking cunt and sliding it up to your clit. Even that small action made your knees weak, your balance faltering to the point your knuckles were turning white on his shoulders.
Soobin's other hand held onto your waist, prodding his blushed tip at your entrance. You felt the pressure of his hand pushing you down, easing himself inside you until your hips were flush against each other.
"I missed this. My baby's been so patient." He growls against your chest in attempt to hold in his moans, but his one hand found its way to your breast, massaging it through your top. He lifts it up, bunching it up under your neck until your chest was on full display just for him.
"Go on baby, show me how much you've missed me." You run your fingers through his hair all while he flicks his tongue at your nipple, moving onto the other in an alternate pattern.
With you working yourself on his shaft, he encapsulates one of your breasts in his mouth, suckling on it with his teeth grazing your hardened nipple every now and again. You let out wanton moans, throwing your head back from the sensation. It was hard to concentrate on the pattern of your hips once you felt his fingers applying pressure to your clit.
You clench onto his cock, feeling yourself heavily throbbing while he's inside you. Soobin releases your boob from his mouth to let out his whines he could no longer hold in.
"Keep moving like that, I want to fill you up with my cum." He whimpers, throwing his head back with his eyes tightly shut. You moan in response, just thinking about him filling you up was enough to push you closer to your high.
After thrusting your hips onto him a few more times, his hands find their way on your hips, holding you down as he curls in, watching his abdomen flex.
"Cum in me baby, be a good boy for me." You coo at him while you kiss his neck. You could feel his shaft pulse inside you until he was moaning in your ear, indicating his release. Spurts of his cum fills you up until it was leaking down your shaking thighs and onto the sheets beneath the both of you.
"Shit, Soob. My legs—"
"It's okay angel, I got you." His voice was a little hoarse, weak from his beautiful moans a second ago.
You continued to slowly ride out both your highs, all while the palm of his hand was caressing your leg, in attempt to ease the shakiness of it.
"You're still pulsing. You want another round?" He smirks at you, eyes hidden under his damp bangs.
You shake your head, "not yet, just stay inside me while you go back on live."
"You're so bad." He chuckles at your proposition, picking up his phone and checking if he looks alright before going back on live.
He loads up Weverse for the second time, holding his phone closer to his face so the frame stopped just by his shoulders. You lean back so your shadow can't be seen, accidentally clenching around his still-hard dick, but Soobin bit the inside of his cheeks to suppress a whine.
"Hi MOAs, I wanted to talk to you still. I'm charging my phone so I can still talk to you guys." He explains to his fans, trying so hard not to buck his hips up into yours.
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It Started With a Whisper - Chapter 11
Chapter 10 Chapter 12
Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black!Fem!reader / Plus Size reader
Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Some sentences are intentional AAVE. FLUFF. ANGST. Cursing, mentions of grief, violence against Black men, Soft Sam. Sorry if I missed some!
Summary: A year after dating Sam, things began shifting in your relationship as you two grow on this journey through a superpowered world. You go to the Avenger's party after the opening scene of Age of Ultron and later on a date with Sam where he shares devastating news.
Word Count: 4,491k
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You were freaking the fuck out on the elevator. You were in Iron Man’s house. Technically, not yet as you were still in the elevator on your way up. But still. You were in a place only a few were privy to.
Sam stood next you, looking as dashing as ever in a red shirt and black jacket, keeping it casual. You decided to do the same, wearing a simple blue dress and flats. You were not going to fall on your ass in front of these people. At least not from heels.
The doors slid open and a wall of noise greeted you. You tried your best not to bug your eyes out looking at everything. It was so opulent, shiny, and new. The space was huge, obvious since Iron Man had the entire top floor to himself. But still, this place could fit five of yours and it still would be big.
Sam placed your hand in the crook of his elbow, took a deep breath with you, and joined the party. He smiled and nodded at people, seeming to open up further inward. You pinched him every few moments every time you saw an Avenger. A freakin’ Avenger!
Hawkeye stood off to the side talking to a few people. Iron Man was dressed in a dark suit as he schmoozed with people around him. There were a few veterans down by the pool table laughing it up.
“Sam! You made it!” You both turned to the right to see Steve making his way through the crowd. He wore a blue shirt and a brown jacket and you couldn’t help eyeing the similarities in their style.
No wonder they got along so well. They were both old men stuck in the body of thirty year olds. You couldn’t help but smirk as Steve and Sam greeted each other.
“Gorgeous as always,” Steve said, nodding to you.
Your cheeks heated and you giggled. Sam looked at you like you were crazy. Could he blame you? You were on a first name basis with a superhero. Your life was officially nuts.
“Thank you,” you said.
“Enjoy the party. Try to at least,” Steve said. He smiled and moved away but you got the sense that he was unsettled.
Throughout the party, Sam stuck to your side like glue. He introduced you around to the few people he did know. You saw Natasha speaking to a Black lanky man in a suit. Natasha turned her head to you and you waved.
Natasha excused herself and floated over to you. Her red hair was stark against her white dress and she looked dropped dead gorgeous. You told her as much and she waved you off. “I love to dress up when it’s on my terms,” she said.
“I’m stealing her, Sam.” Natasha looped her arm through yours and you turned to Sam. He lifted his eyebrows, asking if you were good. You found the one other person you knew here, so you weren’t completely alone. You nodded.
“Go grab a drink and catch up with Steve,” you told him. Though you were here to help celebrate their win against Hydra, you knew that Sam had to talk to Steve about Bucky. After a year of looking, you weren’t sure how much longer your man could continue. He placed so much stress on himself trying to impress Steve, it was worrying you.
“Come on, drink time,” Natasha said. She dragged you towards one of the bars. Yes, one of them. Iron Man had multiple. You grabbed your favorite drink, sipping it and letting it give you some liquid courage.
You and Natasha talked about your interview and how you took to the job. “I just hope I get it. I will strangely miss the front desk,” you said. You didn’t think that those words would ever cross your lips, but it was true.
You liked working with Ariel and you could hide at the front desk. Running meetings, you were front and center often. And you’d have to defend yourself to a group of people who had been in combat where you hadn’t.
“Hey, outside perspectives are just as important. Everyone could benefit from that,” Natasha said. An Avenger was trying to cheer you up. You really had gone to Loony town. You thanked her and asked about being an Avenger.
“It’s…something,” she said, getting a smile on her face that you couldn’t decipher. “Someone’s got to do it right?”
“Would you like to do something else?” You asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Never had a chance to consider it.”
You got the hint that there was more but you weren’t going to pry. You sipped your drink and scanned the room. Sam found his way to the pool table, playing with Steve and some veterans. He looked so in his element, you wished you could take a picture. You were not going to be one of those people.
A booming laugh sounded from across the room and you shrieked a bit. “Got a taste for hot Nordic gods?” Natasha asked.
If you could sink down through the floor, you would. “He’s just so…” You didn’t have the words. He was big, charming, and a literal god. Like…who wouldn’t be obsessed with him?
“Want to meet him?” Natasha asked.
“Absolutely not, I’d die,” you said with a laugh. You may regret it the rest of your coming days. You tried really hard not to let anxiety define you. You refused to end up like your mother, jumping at every single shadow. She had genuine issues but she refused to get any real help for it.
“Come on,” she said. She pulled you by the hand anyway towards that side of the room. You caught Sam’s eye as you did and he followed your path. He grinned and shook his head, noticing exactly where you were going. You mouthed for him to help you and he threw up his hands.
Asshole. You were so going to get him back for that later. Natasha brought you around some veterans by the couches. Thor sat there, telling a really wild story about something called…Frost Giants? You didn’t want to know.
Natasha introduced you as Sam’s girlfriend. Thor threw up his hands like you were long lost buddies. “Sam is a great man,” he said.
Oh god - god- that accent. You only smiled and bobbed your head. So many things you wanted to say got twisted in your mouth, forming a little ball of nerves that made your tongue stop working. Thor, a god, just smiled at you.
“She will be a counselor soon,” Natasha said.
“I don’t have it yet,” you corrected.
Thor smiled. “Ah, I’m sure you will be a fine…counselor,” he said.
“Thank you,” you said, finally able to speak like you had some sense. “And thank you for…all that you do.”
You wanted to die. You wanted to crawl into a tiny hole and never get out. You sounded so stupid. Natasha was enjoying every second of it. She leaned against a couch as you spoke and Thor clapped his hands together. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear it sounded like thunder.
“Team effort all around. I’m only glad I could help,” he said.
A veteran came to punch Thor in the shoulder. “Let me tell you a story now, son,” the man said.
You smiled and waved to Thor as he excused himself and sat down to talk to the veterans. You were sick to your stomach, yet glad that you did get to speak to Thor. He was so gorgeous in his red jacket, long hair pulled behind him. If you weren’t with Sam…you’d be dating some loser. Because Thor already had a human girlfriend who was a friggin’ genius. And there was no way you would even attempt flirting with the man.
Besides, you didn’t want to compete for shower time when wash day came around.
You joked with Natasha and tried to keep an eye on Sam but he was too far gone in the swing of the party. You decided to relax a little. You were not a little kid with a security blanket. You were capable of relaxing and enjoying the party.
Natasha introduced you to a few more people, someone named Rhodey was the same man she had spoken to earlier. Another man named Bruce. You shook his hand. He was adorable with curls and a nice suit. He looked even more uncomfortable than you did at this party. There was also Maria who was also tall and gorgeous, with a beautiful red dress.
You managed to relax as you humanized these people. Yes, they were larger than life and taking on threats no one even knew about. But they were still people. Or human-like in the case of Thor. They were just people who had power who chose to fight for the human race. It was admirable and made you love these people even more. Not only as a fan but now as a…friend?
Were you friends with the Avengers? Was that a thing? They knew your name. Surely, that qualifies as friends right?
A snatch of movement made you look up to see Sam on the top floor, looking out over the crowd. He was in a deep conversation with Steve, sipping on his glass. Probably bourbon of some kind.
He didn’t see you so you were content to look at him, your eyes always drawn to him. He was so damn sweet and kind. This was beyond anything you had imagined for your future. But you couldn’t imagine your life without Sam now.
He was such a huge part of it, you weren’t even scared anymore at the thought. You just wanted to see where else you went and where else you found yourselves. He had been all over the world already, but he said he wanted to explore it again at his leisure with you.
The party was starting to wind down and Sam had come back to your side. You were still talking to Natasha when strong hands circled your waist. His chin came to rest on your shoulder with a deep sigh.
“I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long,” he said.
“That’s okay. I hogged Natasha all night,” you said.
She smirked and shook her head. “You’re way better company than these boys,” she said. She said good night and left you two alone.
You turned in your seat at the bar, facing him. He cupped your face and brought you closer for slow, deep kiss.
It took a moment for your eyes to blink open, but when you did, you looked up into his pretty brown eyes. “You are amazing, you know that?” He asked.
“You are,” you said.
“Home?” He asked.
“Lead the way,” you said.
Sam grabbed your hand and led you from the party. You giggled a bit as you saw an old man being escorted out. He looked like he partied a bit too hard. You ended up yawning on the way down from Avengers Tower, feeling a bit like Cinderella.
You rested your head on his shoulder as all the adrenaline left your body. You naturally felt so safe and calm with Sam, it was like he shooed all of your fears and worries away. On the way home, you barely kept your eyes open as Sam entertained you with his thoughts on the party.
Somehow, you made it to his place and in one of his T-shirts. You closed your eyes for half a second, and he was climbing in behind you, wrapping his arm around your middle and pulling you into his chest.
It was exactly where you wanted to be, forever.
One month later…
You giggled on the phone with Ariel while you got ready for dinner with Sam. Even though it was approaching a year and half with him, he still took you on proper dates. He wanted to see you dolled up.
By now, he’s seen you in your bonnet and still thought you were hot enough to snack on. He’s seen you at your absolute worst, sweating and heaving that time you got food poisoning. And he’d seen you at your absolute best, for your sibling’s graduation and how you clapped and whistled with pride.
Ariel was telling you about Ruby. They had almost been dating as long as you and Sam. “Ya’ll make me so sick,” you said, teasing.
“We make our own selves sick,” Ariel said, full of affection. “I still can’t believe I’m living somebody. Me!”
“I know. Miss Fuck These Hos,” you said.
“Right! That fuckin’ part there!” She screamed and you laughed. You held up two sets of earrings up to your ear, trying to decide which one went better with your tawny brown dress. You felt like being extra fancy, even going as far as to get a manicure and pedicure.
Tonight felt no different than any other night, but if he was going to keep asking you on elaborate dates, then you were going to continue getting pretty for no reason. The dress was a tad too short, showing off your thick legs, but Sam would love it. That’s all that mattered.
The doorbell rang and you told Ariel that you would talk to her later. “Tell Sam to have you home by eleven sharp. I don’t know why you think you grown all of a sudden,” Ariel said.
“Bye!” You cackled as you made your way downstairs with your shoes. Your dad was shuffling towards the door. It seemed like he got slower and slower every day now. He got winded walking up the stairs. Still, you begged him to go to the hospital but he was too afraid to leave your mother for anything other than work.
He opened it, greeting Sam and shaking his hand. Sam talked to your dad, his voice already doing wonders on your body. You descended the rest of the stairs and came around the landing. Sam’s face instantly lit up, taking in your outfit.
You twirled a bit for him, walking over to him and hugging him. “I don’t even know what to say. You are so gorgeous,” he said.
You smiled and patted his chest. “You charmer,” you said. “Dad, take your medicine, please? If you don’t, I’m driving you to the hospital.”
Your dad waved you off. “Son, will you remind this young lady that she is young and should be worrying about herself?” Your dad kissed your temple and shuffled back over to the living room chair.
“Yes, sir, I will.” Sam laughed and escorted you out the house.
“I’m worried about him.”
“I know,” Sam said and kissed you on your temple. “He worries about you too.”
You climbed into the car and soon you were off to some restaurant that Sam picked out. You talked about nothing and everything. You talked all day long and yet when you got in the car with him, you found more and more topics to talk to him about.
You talked about everything. Superheroes, life, the fate of the world, politics, religion. There was no subject off limits between you two. Though you tried hard to stop, there was always something in the back of your mind waiting for the other shoe to drop.
You weren’t expecting Sam to let you down. It was more that you couldn’t trust something that made you this happy. After a lifetime of cleaning up other people’s messes, it was a wonder that you got to keep something for yourself. Sam made you this happy.
After parking the car and holding your hand right up to the front door of the restaurant, you couldn’t help studying him.
“I got something on my face?” He asked.
You giggled and shook your head. “You just make me really happy, Sam,” you said.
He grinned at you, planting a soft kiss against your cheek. “You’re my happy place,” he whispered against your cheek.
Settled into your seats, the evening passed in a hazy like way. You talked and giggled and made fun of each other’s plates. It was like you were watching a montage of the greatest hits in your relationship. You paid attention to the vibe and atmosphere of the place.
Cozy, intimate. The pasta was good and delicious. You ordered your favorite one and spent the night defending it to Sam. He only chuckled and said he still liked you despite your weird choices.
You were perusing the dessert menu, wondering what you could take home. You always found a second stomach for dessert but tonight you were stuffed.
“I need to tell you something,” Sam said slowly. You looked up at him. He wasn’t really looking at you, playing with his napkin on the table.
Butterfly wings flapped painfully in your gut. Was he going to…propose? It had only been a year! You took in your surroundings. It would be a pretty nice setup for it. But, it was too soon right? Right?
“Okay,” you said. Your voice was small, breathy, fear clogging up your vocal chords. You wouldn’t be able to speak had you wanted to. You hadn’t even exchanged I love you’s yet. Did you love him? Could you marry him? Should you be panicking this much?
“It’s about the Avengers,” he said.
You loosed a sigh. Thank God! You didn’t know what you would do if he did propose. Now that he wasn’t, you weren’t that relieved. Did that mean something? Shit, you were turning into your mother.
The last you heard of the Avengers, they had been overseas involved in a huge conflict regarding some kind of sentient robot? The news coverage had been spotty and you weren’t sure you wanted to know.
Watching the news these days has started to break your heart. There was always something major going on in the world. And with these superheroes becoming more frequent, so did the bad guys. Sort of like a chicken and the egg situation. Did the villains come first or the heroes? Who spurred the other to action first?
The devastating effects of what happened in Sokovia was too much for you to comprehend. An entire country had dropped in on itself, killing thousands. The Avengers had stopped that ordeal, but barely. And with so much loss of life. You shivered.
“I do not envy them that job,” you muttered to Sam. You placed the dessert menu down and gave him your full attention. “What’s up?”
Sam took a deep breath and finally looked at you. “I have decided to join the Avengers,” he said.
You stared at him, your head cocked to the side, trying to decipher what he just said. You giggled nervously and shook your head. “Sorry, it sounded like you said you joined the Avengers.”
Sam nodded. “Steve asked me to join. With Tony retiring, Barton retiring, Bruce off world, Thor back in Asgard…he needs a new team. I said yes,” Sam said.
You licked your dry lips. A tickle in the back of your throat burned with a repressed cough. You drank some water. Tears pricked your eyes. Your chest thundered with your heartbeat. Beating wildly against your rib cage.
“Please say something,” Sam said.
You scoffed. “You took me to fucking dinner, knowing I can’t blow up like I want to,” you snapped.
“That’s not why,” Sam said.
“Are you kidding me? Like are you actually joking?”
“No, I’m not. I have a chance to do good in the world. Way more than I did as a pararescueman. I can help people on a global scale,” he said.
“Fighting aliens and robots and shit? Are you nuts?” Your voice was getting higher, drawing attention from nearby tables.
Heat burrowed through your chest. You felt explosive. As if you could simply burn from the inside out. You stared at Sam, desperately trying to figure out what was running through his mind.
“I know it’s dangerous, but it’s not anything–”
“So you just make this huge ass decision and say nothing? A year together and I supported you going off to hunt down you-know-who. I supported you working with Steve because it meant that you would come back. We talked about how you didn’t want to join the Avengers, that it wasn’t your thing. And now? What changed?”
“Steve asked me-”
“Oh, Steve asked you. That makes all the fucking difference,” you said. You couldn’t believe this. Couldn’t believe that he would just…accept it and not say anything. What did it mean for you? Did he expect you to join him? The hell were you going to do at an Avengers compound? Play mammy?
“Let me finish,” Sam snapped, a sign of his own anger. It was rare to see it. Rarer still that it was directed at you. “Yes, Steve asked me and I wrestled with this decision alone. Before you start, I’m not asking for anything to change between us. I know how you are with your family. I’m not going to ask you to move with me or give up the opportunity to become a counselor,” he said.
“How I am with my family?”
Sam sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that-”
“How did you mean it, Sam?” Your voice was deceptively calm. You were so furious, you could toss him through the wall and not give two shits about it. The tears in your eyes turned annoying. You swiped them away from your face. Sam saw the gesture and his mouth turned into a frown.
“I meant that I know you take care of your family and I’m not trying to rip you away from them. The compound is not that far from here. We can take the train to see each other. You always said you wanted to take more train trips.”
“With you! With you by my side. Not on my fucking way to see you,” you said.
“You have every right to be mad,” he said.
“Don’t shrink me, Sam. This is bullshit. You ambushed me,” you said. You couldn’t even inject any venom in your words. You were just hurt. So fucking hurt, your heart was on fire. He set it ablaze like a wildfire through your veins.
You knew this was too damn good to be true. Here was the shoe drop. Really, this was your first real fight and it was turning ugly fast. “You didn’t fucking trust me enough to make this decision with me. You just made it. Ever since you went on your little adventure with Steve, you’ve been chasing that high.”
“What?” Sam asked. “I don’t get high doing this.”
“You like feeling useful. Sticking up for this bullshit ass country that doesn’t give a shit about you!” You didn’t care if you were yelling. You didn’t care that you were making a scene. You didn’t care that you had become one of those cliched Black couples that fought in public and made it everyone else’s problem.
You were a funny story now in someone else’s life. While your world was crumbling around you, disappearing before your very eyes. Marriage, picket fence, some kids running around. All of it was snatched away with a few simple words from him.
You were about to ugly cry and you didn’t want him to see it. You stood up from the table and threw your napkin down. “I’m going home.”
You walked out of the restaurant into the bitter cold of DC. The cool air could not dampen your anger. In fact, it made you rage. Bubble over with it. Consumed by it. It swallowed you whole. You pulled your phone out of your purse with shaky hands. You could call Ariel but you didn’t want rationality right now. You wanted to throw something. Hit someone. Tears fell freely away from prying eyes.
Your temper has always scared you growing up. How your little body would fill up with so much rage. You would punch walls, break things, toss things. When your mom got on your case enough times, you internalized that rage. You listened to music too loudly to hurt your ears, you bit your lip to the point of bleeding, you picked at scabs to leave scars. You didn’t cut yourself, you didn’t want anything too obvious. You didn’t want people to worry about you. You had bombs quaking in your bones whenever you were angry and you wanted to minimize the fallout every time.
You had worked so hard not to be this person. To push your emotions away until you could trot them out in the safety of your room. Dole them out and feel them one at a time so you aren't overwhelmed.
You hated being ambushed most of all. There was no way to guard against that. No way to prepare and stick your feelings in tiny boxes to be unwrapped later. Away from others.
Fuck him. He knew that. You had no indication that he wanted to join the Avengers. How could he ask you to live with that uncertainty? In the military, he dealt with human villains. Human scum who committed acts of violence on others. That was one thing.
With the Avengers, there was no telling who or what he would go up against. And you were terrified that you’d get a call one day telling you that he didn’t make it home. You couldn’t lose him. Not like that. It hurt too much to think about.
You called for an Uber and waited away from the restaurant. Why couldn’t he be more selfish? Why couldn’t he protect himself? Hadn’t he done enough for this shitty ass country? When was it enough? When would Black men stop shedding blood for this cruel country?
“Wait!” Sam jogged out of the restaurant. You held up your hands.
“Not another step, Sam,” you said. You sniffled, the tears making a mess of your makeup.
“Baby, please,” he said. He was out of breath. Tiny clouds escaped his mouth as he stared at you. “Let’s talk about this.”
“Fuck you! Now you want to talk? When your mind is already made up?”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
Your heart cracked. You could feel the jagged crack splitting your heart in two. You wanted to run into his arms and hold on tight. But you also wanted to kick his fucking teeth in.
“I’m not safe to be around like this, Sam.”
“Let me take you home,” he said. He stepped closer and you stepped away. Your phone dinged with your approaching Uber.
The small sedan pulled over to the curb. You confirmed the driver details and license plate and climbed in. “Wait!” Sam called after you.
You told the driver to move and you didn’t look back. You let the tears cloud your vision on the way home.
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distracting me | argyle x reader
no use of pronouns, feminine terms(boobs and skirts and such), plus sized reader
summary: you work two stores down from argyle. he always sees you and sometimes talks to you. he wants to look away from you sometimes, but you look so good.
warnings: argyles a perv i’m ngl to you lmao, reader is plus size and talk about body image n such, smut but no actual full on sex, just booby sucking, but like descriptions of him jerkin it to you lol, you can call the reader dom but they just take charge, it’s a cliff hanger oh noooo. i think that’s it??
words: 2.3k
you always walk through the strip he works at. a cute babe trotting their way to work two stores down from surfer boy pizza. and every time you walk by the window, he looks.
he doesn’t have the strongest grasp on social awareness, especially when he’s high, so he gawks. jaw dropped, his eyes doe eyes, arms heavy. you’re beautiful. every time he sees you he gets hot. his cheeks and nose gets bright red, a compliment to his bloodshot eyes. he can’t help but want to know what you feel like. how plush your thighs are in his grasp. how your breasts spill out between his hands while holding them. he thinks about it a lot. and gets hard at work a lot.
the first time you come in on your lunch break, he practically begs the cashier to let him take your order. he just wants to know how you sound. what your voice is like. is it high pitched and light? is it low and deep? either way, he could bet at least $10 that he’ll love it.
“welcome to surfer boy pizza, the best pizza you could get, unless you count dominos but do you think you’ll get as good service? no. you need some water? we got you dude! if you need anything at all we’ll get it for you! i mean we can even get you other things than pizza! except money cuz that’d be considered stealing, man.” he looked at you, feeling his cheeks get hot when he found your eyes not bored like most people when he rambles, but intrigued. he doesn’t get that often, accept with jonathan.
“that sounds great thanks man. i’ll just get uhhh two slices of pineapple pizza. i’ve always wanted to try it ever since i saw the sign for it outside. my friends say it looks weird but honestly“ he was cut off by his thoughts. you’re perfect. he could listen to you for hours. but the worst part was, he could feel his pants tightening. you bent over slightly while talking to him made him go crazy with the sight of your tits in front of him. “-so yeah that’s how i thought pineapple was a vegetable.” a small pause ”wait i was ordering right?”
“y-yeah. pizza.” he stuttered. “that’s all we do here.”
“and breadsticks.” you smiled. his length twitched at that smile. he’s so glad you can only see him waist up right now. he didn’t acknowledge your comment before turning around and telling the order to the people in the kitchen. he looked over his shoulder slowly to see you still staring at him, making him quickly look away. he needs you so bad.
“yeah the pizza will be out soon. could i uh..have your name..to call out?” they don’t call out names, just the order. he just really wanted to know your name. you said yours looking at the kitchen behind him curiously.
“whoa..uh chill name. very cool.” he smiled brushing off the clear cloudiness in his mind from the thought of fucking you. he wants to feel weird about it. but he just wants to feel you.
you just nodded and walked off to the side. he didn’t want to talk to anyone besides you so he walked away. from the counter, from everyone, from you and locked himself in the bathroom. what was he doing to do with himself?
the second time you went into the shop was three days later. it was lunch rush and argyle was already busy with other customers to notice you walking in. he can’t lie, he missed talking to you. missed seeing you. he had already jerked it 7 times to the thought of you since he last saw you.
you walked to him ready to order. he spun around and was shocked, expecting anyone else but you.
“hey dude welcome to- oh shit…hey man you’re back.” he looked you up and down at your outfit. it was so fucking tight on you. your thighs were extruding out and it was all he could focus on. he could beg for you to turn around right now. that would be some real eye candy.
“yeah i’m back! can’t really go anywhere else here. i’ll have the two slices of pineapple pizza again. i gotta say you got me hooked on it.” he shouldn’t be so happy he had an impact on you for something so small but for now he sees you as a goddess. and it’s truly an honor to be talking to you.
“always live by the rule of try before you deny!” you laughed at that and went to get your wallet to pay. he shamelessly gawked at your chest. thank god you weren’t looking at him, but once you did, his eyes shot up at you.
“how much is it?” you asked
“huh?”
“the pizza. how much do i owe you?” you have a sweet smile, waiting for his reply.
“oh! four thirty seven.” you help out a five and he took it. “that’ll be out in a minute” he paused before saying your name, he loved how it sounded. he’s said it so many times before, just with his cock in his hands. but you didn’t know that. that’s what made it fun.
the third time was when he was closing. the kitchen was cooled and down. tables sanitized and chairs put away. but somehow you came in.
“oh crap you’re closing. sorry, i had the munchies.” you said, not even inside yet. wait. did your clothes get any tighter? or was he loosing blood in his head from the raging boner he had by seeing your top. thin. you weren’t leaving anything up to the imagination. and he wasn’t angry. he bathed in your body’s light. people would scoff and laugh at your stomach. make fun of your rolls. of course he didn’t think anything was wrong with you, because nothing was. but the fact you were confident enough to ignore them or even say something back? that’s what made him rock hard every night.
that’s what made him think about how you’d feel in his lap. looking all pretty, smoke around you. half lidded lust catching up and you bounce up and down on him. how do you moan? are they more like whimpers? either way he’d drink them up like nectar.
“no hey! you can stay man. the uh..the drink machines still going if you want something. a coke or anything.” he tried desperately to convince you to stay. he wanted to be alone with you. you didn’t even have to do anything. just sitting with you and talking to you would be enough jerk off material for him later.
“oh yeah sure! that’s fine i suppose.” you walk in and set your stuff down on the counter. “mind giving me a cup?” he scrambled to say ‘sure’ and ran to the back, searching for the red plastic cups they use. he looked at you through the small window from the kitchen. what if he made his move? what if…he did something with you? oh god. he can’t even think about it.
“here you go. get whatever you’d like, man. you have the luxury here.” he gave a small laugh looking down at you as you smiled at him. you quickly turned around and walked to the machine and. there it was. he’s been waiting for you to turn around and flaunt that ass for weeks. he almost moaned from the sight of if. you were so plump. so full and he couldn’t handle it. the thoughts of taking you to his van and making you his was almost unbearable.
“is it alright if i sit on the counter? the chairs are all put away and ive been standing all day” you look at him, sipping on your straw from your drink.
“no yeah go ahead dude. we can stay here as long as you want. actually maybe after 9 would be good. but even after maybe i could take you in my van. i know a good road to just drive on and…it’d be neat to..drive..” god help him you looked too tempting. again, with no social awareness, he stared. your cleavage hypnotizing him like some sort of sex crazed middle schooler. although he wasn’t far from that.
“you alright, ari?” that nickname. when other people say it, it’s always just kind of nice. when you said it, everything in him wanted to lay you down on the counter and put his face between your legs.
“dude…can i be honest?” he said, putting his hands on the counter on each side of you. you had a worried sick expression.
“yeah go ahead. do you want me to leave? oh shit i knew i was over stepping i always do this! i’ll leave you so-“ he couldn’t think, he just wanted you to know he wants you. he slowly moves his hands off the counter and onto your hips.
“you’re the hottest thing i’ve ever seen. and i work around pizza ovens” you want to laugh at his horrible joke but the way his hands are glued onto your mid hip, just meeting your thighs.
“dude..what are you-“
“your tits are unbelievable, man.” he interrupted. he wasn’t even listening to you. he just wanted to grope and feel and squeeze. now you knew what’s up with him. the man is horny. because of you. argyle saw a grin on you and looked up at you, not moving his head.
“you think so? i think they’re alright.” you shrugged, looking back at him. the tension was like rubber, if one of you let go of one end, it would snap and who knows what would happen.
“just alright? i’ve seen many but dude these make shannon tweeds look like nothing, man.” then he stopped with words and movement alike. “hey if you don’t wanna do any of this, no hard feelings. i’m a man and i’ll back off if you want.” in shock of him not picking up hints, you put your hands on his shoulders.
“touch me more ari.” with a slow nodding of his head he placed his palms back into your waist. moving up and up and up until…jackpot. he started slow with holding your chest. soft light touches. then when he saw there was no discomfort, he squeezed. and there was a whine from your lips.
there was the snap.
“holy shit…” he gasped, feeling the tightening feeling in the pants once again.
“enjoying yourself babe?” babe? ari wants to do so much to you just to say that again. he nods eagerly. he puts his finger just slightly into your shirt, signaling he wants to pull it down. with a quick nod while looking into those glossy eyes, he pulls and your tits fall out.
it was like christmas for him. this angel before him and their even more angelic boobs right in front of his face.
“you just gonna stare at them?” you tilted you head to the side and gently put your hand on top of his head. he knew what you meant. and he couldn’t be more eager.
he leaned forward and put his lips around your left bud, earning a groan from you, the vibration traveling to his lips. he’s done this before but he’s never been this needy. he’s drooling all over your tits and all you can do is enjoy his deprived licks and prods and your chest.
he didn’t once take his lips away from your skin traveling to the other mound, just kissed his way over. he was gentle with his touching but his kissing and sucking? harsh.
“ari come here” you softly spoke to not startle him. he looked up and detached his lips, a string of drool following. you urged his head gently up to your face and kissed him. yup. a harsh kisser. but who can blame him? he likes you so much that he can’t believe this is even happening! “how long have you wanted to do this hm?” you spoke as you pulled away and he sighed.
“i think..since you started working where you are. you always walked by where i could see you. dude i gotta say..you’re gorgeous. not just hot but beautiful. you’re still hot but i want you to know it that you’re both.” he saw your expression of confusion. wide eyed and eyebrows furrowed. “am i making sense?”
“perfect sense” you kissed his forehead, accepting his confession of a crush. then moved for another kiss on his lips. “what do you want to do to me babe?”
“i can choose?” he said sitting up more straight to look at you, he wanted to be more leveled with you.
“unless you want me to. i can take control.” you said with a grin, giving him infamous ‘fuck me’ eyes. it’s like the more you do, the more he shuts down and want to be taken care of.
“w-well…maybe i could…see what between” he drifted off as he leaned down just above your thighs, placing his hand on top of them. “these sweet babies” he was sweating with anticipation.
“you wanna taste me?” you said pure raw need laced within your voice. all he did was nod his. “come on words babe”
“yeah. id love to.” a grin was placed onto your face.
“then get to work.”
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Heya, hope u have nice, sunny day here👋
Should I say I'm blessed that I found ur blog? Prob yes cuz thanks to you, i got out of my artblock hole first time in three years 🛐 God is a woman truly, in Pinnie I trust- No jokes, thanks dearly. Let me throw some quick messy sketch on idea I got after crunching on some good stuff at your blog and by this morally prepare myself to throw some little drawings of ur ocs later lmao
Some visuals: https://ibb.co/album/LrrXvv
Looks like here's a strange new visitor, huh...
Meet Double Trouble!
First impression.
It's hard to tell that here's a monster in front of you – after all, "main" body looks 100% human! Ah, yes, for sure, Eve is true femme fatale with this charming looks of hers. It's no surprise she steals attention easily with this seductive eyes and lovely lips- And what about her long, luxurious hair? Perfection as it is!
Ah, but she looks kind of sick, you know? And it's not even about her deadly pale skin- Sometimes it seems like she's talking- even arguing with herself- And her hair moves strangely even without any wind from times to times. Sometimes she can even puke out very strange things... Hmm, have you ever seen her eating them, actually? Or just eating at all?
Of course, pretty ladies never walk alone – and in case of Eve, her guardian dog is glued to her... Well. Quite literally. Grghaath never delays his early introduction, opening his massive jaw on the back of her head just to slip in some comment every time he hears something intriguing without thinking twice. Or, for example, when he can sense some food nearby- And, well, with amounts he's consuming, here's no surprise Eve doesn't have to bother herself...
How he decide "what is food" is a different story tho. Pft, what a brute.
"I'm hungry, so hungry... Eve? Eve? Look, this thing looks delicious..."
"... Please, don't take him seriously, he is definitely not a brains in our duo."
What are they?
Joke of nature Very strange case of symbiosis between human and... Well, something non-human. Roughly speaking, they're closer to changeling in the matter of literally turning inside out if they feel the need to swap. For the most of the time, Grghaath hides inside Eve, letting her communicate with outside world; in cases of danger, they change, since in terms of raw power Grghaath is a clear winner. It's needless to say that their harmony and teamwork are impressive – no-no, what is truly shocking, that even after years of being in such unique alliance, sharing thoughts, etc., both of them saved their original personalities and clear lol minds. For now, they are like roommates, but with different sides of body... Bodymates? Side neighbours?? Inside-outsties??? 🤔🤔🤔
Grghaath looks like giant, constantly wriggling and moving mass of flesh with a lot of mouths full of sharp teeth (prob will remake it lol). Eye on his body belongs to Eve.
Eve looks like human mostly, no special features aside from long "scar" on her back and big mouth at the back of her head.
Both can use tendrils(?) masked as hair; both can talk with eachother in thoughts if needed, share senses/thoughts/memories/etc. Eve become much stronger after their fusion, Grghaath gained higher intelligence for those of his kind and brighter emotions.
Quick description.
Eve: maneater😏
Grghaath: maneater😧
Eve, as been said before, brains and beauty, face of the pair and the main reason both of them haven't gone insane honestly – mostly because of her incredible self-control. She has realistic outlook on life and strong personality, and she was already mature enough at the moment of fusion- This is why she successfully asserted dominance over her at that time new neighbor in a shortest time possible. Not a mothering type, but "cool elder sister with knowledge behind her back" type – smart and reliable one, doesn't afraid to take responsibility for her actions. Can be overly pushy and even suffocating tho-
Grghaath, well... He's not a baddest neighbour for sure. If you will ignore his bad eating habits, he's pretty chill dude! Can and will talk with people around him about some silly random shit. Usually mistaken for the some type of parasyte, which makes him so offended........ And leads to funny and emotional protests. Scarily fast learner! Will laugh it off if someone points it out. Very good hunter, adapts to every condition so quickly– well, yes... He doesn't like to get scolded if he gets catched for eating some lame loser. It's a need to be smart and fast enough. Still too animalistic to clean up his meals perfectly, so he still gets scolded :(
What's their motivation?
Grghaath wants to find truth. Both of them has no information about what in the goddamn world fused them nor who they were before their meeting, all their memories are foggy. Must say, it's not a "i want to get rid of her" thing, mostly just interest.
Eve doesn't have any strict plans for life, she goes where wind blows. For now she tries to find someone like them- well, like Grghaath. She knows that he feels lonely. Sometimes she wonders if it's better for them to be separated, so he can live normal live for his kind.
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Phew, this was exhausting- Anyways 😔🙏 hope it wasn't too bore for you lmao. Maybe I will polish this idea later. Only best wishes, I will come back with some sketches again soon-
Oooooooo-wow, that is a giant wall of text. Your general writing style reminds me of someone too. Hm 🤔.
I don't really know if this oc is connected to anything regarding my narratives or you just decided to show me them? In which case thank you, but I would really suggest you post this on your account because it's likely to get swallowed in a cluster of other asks here. And you deserve visibility, honestly.
I'm glad I broke that 3 year artblock that's one Hell of a fucking badge to wear! 💪👀
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How well does Distra get along with the other D&D characters? (i.e. Maylice, Frog, Kevan, Ghost, Thalya, Shadow, etc.)
with Malyice, Distra will try to keep her out of danger if she can.
Malyice will eat anything, once she literally had shards of glass as a snack, so, Distra basically tried to get her to not be eating literal glass, so she told her coffee grounds were edible. Distra will try to keep her safe, though will also egg her on sometimes.
With Frog Detective, she really doesn't have much of an opinion on him, she just refers to him as Frog simply because she forgot his name, not because of it being part of his name. Distra thinks he acts like a kid while also being a nuisance at times, he literally agreed to be throw by Malyice and Distra was like "you should not do that" and he did it anyways, though he also stopped her from just heading into a house to kill a monster, so, she's on the fence about him.
with Kevan, he's like the dad, she's better then Malyice, sure, though she's still not great. these are more the times where she eggs on Malyice to do things with her, such as steal things. Distra thinks of Kevan as the clear mom of the group, though doesn't try to make his life much easier even thought she knows this.
with Ghost, she has a thing against ghosts due to her first ever experience with them she ended up going through a bunch of rooms for seemingly no reason. even though Ghost isn't an actual Ghost, she still doesn't fully trust him unless she gets to know him better.
With Thalya, i have never actually gotten to Distra interacting with her, the only time is was close was with the christmas one, though we never got to actually meeting her, we met The Absolute Evil since they were outside with us as we waited, though that's it.
With Shadow, she hasn't met them yet to be able to say
so, simply put, Malyice and Distra get along well
(at least most the time)
Frog Detective and Distra are on decent terms
(they get along ok, though she doesn't fully know how to feel about him yet)
Kevan and Distra get along ok
(they have moments of being a nuisance to each other and then other times where they're buddies)
Thalya and Distra unknown
Ghost And Distra they can get along fine enough
(Distra will literally make comments about not liking ghosts in general and Ghost will get offended lol)
Shadow and Distra unknown
thank you for reading me overexplaining a simple thing
have a lovely day/night <3
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Ah Mera, your last Riddle fic was marvellous! I don't know how you do it, but the way you scale things up, how you describe the tension and feelings... It's so well done that I can feel it alongside the protagonist! It makes me feel kind of a weird kinship with the reader, ism how to explain it!
Whenever I read yandere Riddle, usually I feel a little bit bad for him because of his mother's abuse. Reader just happened to treat him nice as a kid and as the years went by, his mother only pushed him towards the only thing that treated him well(...for now). But that's not an excuse to his behaviour; he was the one to commit to the idea of marriage and jumping off the cliff, directly into the maw of obsession. The idea of being trapped inside a dollhouse is, by far, more terrifying than being restrained in a basement or isolate room. The only one who might find reader is Trey, and I am under the slight suspicion that he won't move a finger not only because it will upset Riddle, but also you have been one of the reason to cause Riddle to overblot and many other arguments within the Dorm, so why help the person that have been making his already demanding fire juggling job far difficult that it is, just because you are acting out of spite.
As another anon commented, I can't wait for what you have in store for Dottore's fic 😭 I have been simping for him since the day I Saw him in the manga! And now with the trailer... I might have to start practising holding my breath for prolonged periods of time, as the way you'll described everything will surely try to steal the breath away from me!
Just a funny thought, but that mention of a second part had me entertaining the thought of Younger Dottore taking home reader (assuming that the scenario is somewhere away from his abode) and reader, who wholehearted believe that things can't get worse, ask Dottore as they approach the house, if the man by the door is his dad or uncle, only for him to tell reader: "That's me :^)"
Thank you for reading and liking it!!!! I’m happy you can feel kinship with the reader! I really like stories that completely immerse you while also allowing you to connect to the reader or follow them on their journey, so I’m glad you could feel that while reading Love me Not!! :D
I think what’s most unfortunate about the situation is that Riddle is clearly aware of the reader’s feelings and all that his mother did to both him and her, yet he still chooses to confine her in hopes that captivity might sway her heart. If he really wanted to experience love, albeit temporary, he could choose to use love potions. But that’s nowhere near as satisfying as shrinking his beloved down and keeping her in a dollhouse, where he has complete control over every aspect of her life. Not even Trey can save her and even if he could I don’t think he would. He would just continue to enable Riddle’s behavior because she keeps him happy (most of the time) and a happy Riddle means a peaceful time for Heartslabyul.
Aside from the sk!Jade au, I think the Dottore fic will be the most horrifying in terms of explicit gore/death trigger warnings (if that isn’t anyone’s cup of tea in a fic I completely understand!) I want to write a very gritty story for him, so I’m excited to post it! I would tell more, but I don’t want to spoil anything! But I wish you luck with your breath-holding practice lol!
Oooh, the way reader’s heart would drop when they realize there isn’t just one Dottore. Surviving one Dottore is hard enough, but enduring multiple?! Good luck to reader… >_< I wonder if any of the Dottore clones ever get jealous or annoyed of the other(s), especially the one who spends the most time with darling.
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Esme stuff :)
@tragiclyhip, @youflickedtooharddamnit, @secretaryunpaid
The old fella has been gone for a few days and I’ve been miserable and just missing him like crazy, and when I got back from the grocery store, these were waiting for me.
I love you, Tae. I miss you. Come home soon. Be safe. I’ll see you when I see you ;)
One of the feral little beasts attempting to take care of dinner for the fam. We start them young around these parts. lol.
Baby Brookie modelling the latest in mummy made ponchos. Not too sure what to make of it. Daddy said she looks like a garden gnome LOL
The very last Rake baby. He is so unbelievably perfect. Tae and I have shut ourselves off from the rest of the world (work responsibilities wise) and are enjoying every moment with him and just soaking up every second. It’s bittersweet; the end of our single handedly trying to populate the earth. But it’s been quite the adventure indulging in parenthood. We will miss the days of having a baby in the house, but my body sure as won’t miss the mess it becomes when carrying a human inside of it.
And to my love, the best damn (eight time) baby daddy a girl could ever ask for: Thanks for all the fun (nudge nudge, wink wink) and input of stellar genes. Your sperm can finally breath easy and retire at lat. And just think: Now sex really IS just for fun ;)
The Fox and Hound traumatized him and traumatized him good.
Side note: The moment he took that shirt off at bed, it became mine. I know you love that shirt, Tae, but sharing is caring. I’ll let you borrow it once in a while.
Crackers indulging in some fine literature. How did I become the creature keeper?
My husband (teeth chattering, his skin turning blue): “It’s actually really good for your system. You should try it.”
Yeahhhh. No.
TJ (who actually enjoys the ice baths after sports matches) calls it the ‘dinkie shrinkie’ box. LOL.
Let’s observe the master at work. He’s going to squeeze between parked cars and somehow manage to not only get the truck door open, but get the precious cargo into its car seat and buckled up. All without waking the sleeping menace.
Anyone else’s spouse take the WORST possible pictures of them? He always manages.
Him: “You look like you just got railed.”
Me: “Ummm, maybe because I DID. Your short term memory really is shit.”
LOL
Every time one of the kids gets moody and pouts, I always comment on how the ‘Rake pout’ and how they inherited it from their dad and his fam.
My husband: “I don’t pout.”
Also my husband:
My sister took in an abandoned cat and she just had babies and look at them. LOOK AT THEM.
One of my all time favourite pictures. Little Peanut safe and warm in daddy’s hands:
Not too shabby looking for an old fella, huh?
And yay! Another hoodie for me to steal. I mean, borrow.
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Terribly sorry to pester you with my beast romance nonsense; but the angle I am sort of heading towards is a sort of Bonnie and Clyde, but instead of cash it's happiness.. I'm trying to keep the "Dante's Inferno" aspect, I know the Beast is essentially Lucifer -so this warlock comes in as a "Lilith" type. Where he wants to serve, like actually wants to keep the tree-man alive. Mostly on the grounds of thinking hope is weakness, so ultimately dying to feed tree boyfriend is like going to heaven for him I guess..this doesn't make sense lol.
This is an interesting concept! It has some very fun ideas to play around with
I'm not entirely sure from this ask and the last you sent me if the romance is one-sided or requited but both have interesting possibilities.
On the one-sided side, I could see the Beast initially brushing off the warlock, who keeps trying to get sent to an early grave, or maybe just show his affection, with the Beast eventually becoming fed up. The Beast tries to taunt while roots grow up around the warlock, something something "Look how devotion repays you." something something, but the warlock is lovestruck (You could also branch off here and maybe get into the fact that the Beast can't grow up an edelwood if he's happy leaving them stalemated, put them in a long-term game that could end happily for both or very very badly) and undaunted, succumbing to the edelwood, the warlock can make their profession of undying love, their comments about being happy to become a part of the Beast, their speech about sacrifice, whatever you write that strikes the best chord.
Then you can shift your narrative center off the warlock who's now an edelwood and depict the Beast's reaction. Maybe he's thoughtful, not having returned the affections, but intrigued, baffled even by the depth of the warlock's affection.
( Long dark fingers traced the seams where bark bled into a twisted face, the gouges in the tree carved into something almost peaceful. They pause at the place that wood warps into what might be a wan smile, lingering over lips that might once have kissed the hand that strayed there now with deepest devotion. "Curious," The word is barely a whisper in the brittle air, and the hand steals away, hidden within a shroud of furs. The snow quickly fills in retreating footsteps and shores up against the sturdy roots, water sinking down into the soil to offer its strength to the young tree. The Beast does not return for a long time)
Maybe even throw in some hints that the Beast actually did return the affection but didn't, for whatever reason express it. Maybe he didn't recognize it until the warlock is oil, maybe he wouldn't let himself be in love with a mortal, but now that it's a tree, he pays his affection there.
As for requitted you could have a lot of fun by putting them in a situation where the Beast wants to turn the warlock into an edelwood, but can't for whatever reason (magic, the warlock just is too damn hopeful about being turned into an edelwood, what have you) and the warlock won't leave until he does, meaning they're stuck with each other. Shenanegans ensue, romance, maybe the Beast falls a tiny bit in love, maybe he falls a lot a bit in love.
Does the Beast keep trying to turn the warlock into an edelwood? As his own twisted sense of love? (Get you as close as possible and savor you) I mean, I would say he would, that's how I write he and Enoch, but you can also get a lot of mileage out of him being unwilling to grow the warlock into an edelwood. I can see the Beast doing both (hence why I've written stories with both trains of thought) for his own complex sets of reasons. It could also be interesting to explore if the Beast is able to articulate those reasons to a mortal.
Thanks for stopping by again! Keep me posted on your story!
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random number spam: 2, 3, 18, 14, 12, 16,
thank you !! gonna put these numbers in order bc it'll bother me otherwise lol
2.) What fanfic do you wish you got more response on?
can i say all of them? 😭 i'm a shameless attention whore at this point. but no i'd probably say my most recent one, camp triple pine. it's gotten loads of attention and i'm super grateful (not to sound spoiled because i've gotten some amazing gifts but i'd love fanart, if that counts as a response...this isn't a guilt tactic though, because once when i was in the s*nders s*des fandom on wattpad i said i wanted fanart lowkey and someone called me manipulative and blocked me :') but that's a whole other thing entirely. i used to get so much attention for my tss fics back in the day i didn't want to leave...now i'm rambling--)
3.) What’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet?
oh there's so many !! i'm gonna do a writer's update post once i finish ctp but i have a lot of ideas. one’s 10k for byler, one’s a one shot for caswen, i have a few gifts for friends i wanna catch up on, etc...
to give an idea i’ve mentioned here and there, my next long-term lawrusso fic i wanna do is a 90s lawrusso merman au. johnny’s staying with bobby at the brown family beach house and he meets daniel, a merman who he helps sort-of turn human after he “saves” daniel from drowning. he then shows daniel about what it’s like being human, daniel tries ice cream, explores the santa monica pier, tries human mating several times, and i plan for it to be super cute and fun ! plus it’s got the jessica/bobby/ali thruple together at the start bc i will force it into every lawrusso fic until people like it :-)
(p.s. if anyone steals any of my ideas you will meet your end by my hand <3)
12.) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
i definitely read all the comments i get many times :’) but i do try to respond to a lot of comments, but sometimes i get busy, and honestly the comments leave me so flustered because i feel undeserving of them, that by the time i get to them i feel like it’s been a while and it’s weird. who and what i respond to is pretty random, though i do respond to more in-depth comments, and not to just one sentence comments (but i appreciate all comments, you don’t have to write a novel but just knowing you were there is really cool !)
14.) Have you ever co-written a fic?
haha, uh...no. i’ve made plans with friends and authors i admire, but i mostly work alone. the closest i ever got was working with the most popular author in the s*nders s*des fandom on a welcome to night vale au (guess what year that was lol). we had a google doc and everything but scheduling and everything didn’t work out. i have bounced around ideas though without actually writing them into fic so if anyone wants to do that i’m happy to help !
16.) How long is your longest fic?
according to ao3, 97,252 words ! damn, i should have gotten to 100k, but i tell people 100k usually. it’s a s*nders s*des (i censor for tags not bc i hate the fandom or anything, i’m just not in it anymore...it’s embarrassing how most of my fics are for this fandom but i pretty much wrote exclusively for it for 5 years--) anyways it’s a s*nders s*des selection (bachelor) au where i condensed three books into one longfic. i believe it’s also one of my most popular books on my wattpad besides my one shots book for the same fandom. it’s got a playlist and fanart and everything...i wrote it during the driver’s ed period of sophomore year bc they never let me drive lol...good times...
18.) Recommend someone else fic! (And tag them if they have a tumblr!)
i rarely read fic, but take my most recent read, Everything Beautiful’s Fiction by narcissablaxk (i don’t know their tumblr but they’ve written a lot of fics so i’m sure someone around here does). i had a craving for ruben/chris (bc it’s adjacent to 90s lawrusso) and this filled just that ! it was hurt/comfort-y and overall a pretty good read !
i think that’s it, thanks for the ask, and i’m not sorry i rambled bc this was fun ! <3
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Hii :3 i love your blog, can i have headcanons of ayato, Subaru and shuu having a big crush on a girl but the girl doesnt like them back :3 thanks
When their crush doesn’t like them back
ft. Ayato, Subaru, and Shu
Hi there, Anon!
Aw, thank you, I appreciate that. Thank you so much for requesting as well! Tbh, I think I may have overdone it with how much I wrote here, but I was just so inspired lol. Hope you enjoy reading it. Feel free to request again anytime. :))
Parallel post: When their crush doesn't like them back (ft. Reiji, Laito, and Kanato)
Ayato:
Oh boy, he’s not going to take this lightly--oh no, not at all.
Ayato was literally raised to think that he’s the best out of his brothers and anyone else.
So, you not liking him back is not something he’s not going to accept . . . at least, not easily anyways.
However, before we get to the negative, let’s begin with how all of this started.
Ayato first noticed you at cheerleading practice.
(Okay, so I’m not sure if their school in DL necessarily has a cheerleading team, but considering the students play sports, there’s a chance that there might be, but let’s just imagine that there is one for this scenario.)
Anyways tho, you were busy practicing the cheer choreography for the next basketball game, and with Ayato being on the school’s basketball team, he noticed you practicing from far away as he was practicing on the court with his team.
He grew interested quite quickly to know who you were; the way your uniform displayed itself against your body, the gleam that sparkled in your eyes as you cheered with the rest of your team. From that point on, he was determined to get to know you and make you his girl.
Since he likes to make a grand entrance, how he met you was staged with a few of his guy friends since he wants to leave an impression.
You were standing in the crowded hall with your group of friends, just talking about the most random of things whilst you held your textbooks for next period until a guy with a hoodie ran past you and knocked you over, making you lose your balance as you started to fall.
To your luck though, someone swooped in and caught you before you could hit the ground, his red locks falling into his face as he held you securely in his arms, pulling you upward to help you stand on your feet again.
You were shocked. Not being able to hold back gratitude for saving you from such a fall, you’d thank, “Thank you for-,”
“No need to thank me, babe . . . . The name’s Ayato by the way.” He’d smirk, walking off to join his group of friends that were waiting for him at the end of the hall, soon cheering him on as they rounded into the next hall knowing that it had all gone according to plan.
Through witnessing everything that happened, everyone was whispering and gossiping about it in the halls. This would lead one of your friends to comment whilst giggling with the other girls in your group, “Wow Y/N, he’s quite the keeper.”
“He just saved me from falling, not death--honestly.” You’d remark, finding this to be blown out of proportion as the girl gang simply laughed at your reluctance to overreact like everyone else was--you just weren’t that type of person.
Now that you knew who he was, the game was definitely on.
He tries to impress you in lots of ways.
Such as with his basketball skills when he’s practicing with his team or during an actual game since you’re cheering for his team.
He’ll literally point to you from a distance every time he makes a shot, leaving you to blush while you’re standing at the side with your cheer team.
With him being quite cocky, he definitely tries to make you laugh.
During school hours, if you’re busy in the halls getting ready for next period, he tries to get your attention from afar--even if it’s from the other end of the hall--with the rest of his guy friends, a smirk on his face as he blows a kiss to you from a distance, leaving you to blush.
Eventually through him trying to impress and talk to you so much, he takes the opportunity to ask you out.
And of course, with you not having feelings for him, you’d say no.
He was expecting that you’d say yes, so getting rejected was really strange to him, but of course, he wasn’t going to give up that easily.
Since he has a major crush on you, he’s going to be insistent about going out with you.
Like, he’s not taking no for an answer.
He’d constantly harass you in the halls or in class about this, saying to stop playing hard to get when you’re making it perfectly clear that you have interest in him at all.
He’ll even pass you notes in class asking about the same thing or try to get your attention in class by whispering your name while everyone is busy and mouth ‘you look hot today’, leaving you to turn around in your seat and frown as this was getting annoying, his arrogance being a turn-off.
With being desperate, Ayato will even go as to steal your cheerleading uniform from your locker and hold it for ransom.
There was one time where you were walking to the girl’s locker room to get ready for cheer practice, which meant changing into your uniform. You were already late due to talking with a teacher after class, so you knew the locker room was empty since it was after school and most students had already gone home, and that your team was already practicing without you.
You went inside and opened your locker to find that the uniform was gone. Instantly, you questioned where it could have gone since you had just washed it yesterday and had placed it in there this morning before school had started, but a familiar, yet annoying voice soon rattled your thoughts.
“Hey babe, looking for this?”
You’d turn to see Ayato walking toward you, the uniform in his hands as a smirk displayed itself on his lips. You literally almost screamed knowing he was in the girl's locker room as this was not a place for him to be, your privacy feeling disturbed.
“Ayato, give it back.” You’d say, trying to take it from him, but he would be quick to hold it up high and out of your reach as you gave your best attempts to jump and grab it.
“Not so fast, sweetheart. You’ll get this back on one condition.”
“Fine.” You’d retort, feeling tired from all your attempts. “What is it?”
“Go out with me.”
“Ayato, how many times am I going to tell you that it’s not going to happen?”
“You can try to deny me all you want, but a girl has never said no to yours truly.”
“Well this one has.” You’d hiss, jumping up high enough this time as you finally grabbed hold of it and yanked it away from him. “I don’t know what it’s gonna take to make you understand that I’m not interested.”
There was an awkward silence between the two of you and you thought he would just leave. You were going to walk away and change, but you noticed he just continued to stand there. Being fed up with this, you’d hiss, “What?”
“You’re already late for practice. You’ll get there a lot faster if you let yours truly help you with your uniform.” He’d grin.
“Get out!” You’d scream, pushing him in the direction of the door.
It took an endless amount of attempts, but he’d eventually get the message that you just weren’t into him.
Once Ayato came to terms with himself and that you had no feelings for him, he basically ignores you at all costs.
For example, if he sees you in the hall, he’ll look or walk away and pretend he doesn’t see you--you’re basically erased to him.
Even if you tried to pull him aside to talk to him to work things out and just be friends, he’d simply brush you aside, hands in his pockets as he’d mutter ‘tch’ before walking away.
“Tch! How can she not like yours truly? . . . . Whatever. It’s her loss. She’ll never find another guy like me.”
Subaru:
Oh my, for him to like someone is quite difficult since he’s not even a fan of himself.
However, there was something captivating about you that caused this vampire’s undead heart to throb.
He hated the fact that he had feelings for you since he doesn’t want to feel weak for anyone, but you made him feel things in ways he couldn’t explain.
Every day at school was the same to him until he saw you. You were new to his school and the teacher introduced you to everyone and this was when he took note of your existence.
Since Subaru is a loner, you really had no idea who he was or that he even existed at first.
Just like everyone else, you would walk right past him in the halls, but it’s not because you were rude, you just didn’t know him and it would be strange to just start talking to someone you didn’t know without a reason.
He on the other hand noticed everything about you--your every movement, the way your smile would gleam, the way your style bewitched him along with how your intelligence astonished him during class discussions.
How you noticed him though was quite the opposite of ordinary.
You were once walking through the crowded halls at school and witnessed a physical fight taking place in the middle of the hall with two male students, Subaru being one of them as everyone huddled around to watch.
You saw the way his fist collided with the other male’s face as he sent him to the ground, several teachers soon arriving as they broke up the fight and sent both of them to the principal’s office.
At that point, you knew who he was and everyone was talking about that fight for weeks. Due to this, you heard rumors about him as well--about how getting in trouble was common for him due to him getting in fights with students in the past and that he was quite brash in general, but you weren’t one to judge.
Now, returning to him having a crush on you.
When in class with you, he will stare at you but will look away quickly since he doesn’t want to take any chances on being noticed by you or anyone else. The last thing he wants is for someone to suspect that he has a crush on you.
You were once assigned to be his partner in class and let’s say he was a nervous wreck about it all.
He was a lot meaner than usual, mostly because it’s a defense mechanism he uses to demonstrate his tough exterior so no one can take advantage or hurt him.
But deep down, we all know that this bby car is a total softy :’)).
Since you both had a project to complete together, you both met up in the library to prepare for it. You were both looking at the textbook to find the information you needed when your hand accidentally brushed against his. He instantly withdrew it, muttered ‘tch’ as he walked away to hide the blush that bloomed on his cheeks. This left you confused, but you decided not to question it since he was quite the enigma.
I’ve cannoned this in the past with @liannelara-dracula that he likes to corner you when you’re alone, especially during break, so he can have a small conversation with you.
He may say something slightly perverted to flirt tho ;)).
Through knowing each other, you like waving to him in the halls as you’re walking to class with your friends, your endearing smile dawning on him quite incandescently.
He’d never wave back at first, always muttering his infamous ‘tch’, and was usually just annoyed by your kindness, but with you not withdrawing your gentle nature, he soon started to grow a bit more comfortable with this.
When he reached this stage, he’s always taken back by you saying hi to him casually like that. He doesn’t really know what to do, a minor blush appearing on his cheeks as he'd slightly, but very awkwardly, lift and wave his hand, quickly looking away from you to avoid eye contact.
Your friends, however, would take note of you saying hi to him and would constantly be asking you as to why since he’s bad news and isn’t very approachable.
“Guys, he’s just misunderstood. It’s not like we really know him and we can’t just judge by what’s on the surface.” You'd say.
He really isn’t the type to just confess due to fear of rejection and his feelings grew more and more as he got to know you.
You really brought a lot of fun and joy to him, something he isn’t too familiar with due to his upbringing, in fact, he even started to smile a little bit each time he saw you.
Even his brothers took notice of his new behavior, a certain fedora-wearing vampire wanting to know more than what was on the surface when they were all riding home together once.
“Fufu~, what’s with the new attitude, Subaru? Why the smile? Is it about a girl?”
“Tch! Shut up!” He’d retort, looking away from all of them as a minor blush appeared on his cheeks, leaving them all to laugh at him.
Later on though, Subaru caught on to the idea of you not liking him back due to seeing you kissing your boyfriend in the halls one day.
He was crushed in all honesty and ended up recoiling back into his old life of being lonesome.
He rarely talks to you now. Since he knows you have someone else, he doesn’t want to bother with getting to know you any further since it would just hurt him more.
He’d also be a lot meaner and irritated than usual. In fact, it wouldn’t be surprising if he’d get into more physical fights due to his anger towards this situation.
He hates the idea of you not liking him back . . . but to be honest, he kind of expected it because he thought it was something that was too good to be true.
“It only makes sense that someone like her is already taken . . . . Tch! Like she’d ever date a piece of shit like me.”
Shu:
Considering his childhood trauma, for him to take an interest in someone is quite rare and almost unexpected.
Especially since he believes that if anyone associates themselves with him, they either end up dead or are left in a really bad situation they can’t get out of.
It took him a while to realize his feelings for you. He honestly just kept denying them for the longest time, but he accepted them later on since you were always on his mind.
However, even though he's realized them, bear in mind that he is an ass about his feelings since he always tries to push them away. This is mostly due to his experience with Edgar since it left quite a mark on his childhood.
Anyways, Shu first took notice of you during homeroom--which he actually bothered to attend for once xDD--and noticed you sitting in the far corner writing some things down in your notebook whilst your ears remained attentive to what the teacher was saying, your beauty being captivating to him.
By him not going to class a lot of the time, he wasn’t too familiar with a lot of his classmates. But with you being in homeroom hour, he actually started to attend it a lot more because he found you interesting—the way you focused throughout the period as you listened to instructions and paid no attention to the other boys who sought your attention when the teacher was either too busy teaching or doing something else.
By seeing you a lot in homeroom, he’d notice you in the halls whenever you were either conversing with your friends or going to your locker to grab the stuff you needed for your next class.
The way your hair would whip every time you turned, the sound of your laughter echoing in his ears every time you and your friends joked about something.
It was all so amusing to him, something he wouldn’t typically see.
With you piquing his interest, he wanted to make himself known to you. In other words, he wanted you to talk to him in some way, so he staged an opportunity.
You were running late to class one day. Since it was on the second floor you had to use the stairs, but you soon stopped when you saw someone occupying one of the steps that prevented you from ascending, his figure asleep as you recognized it to be Shu.
You had heard of Shu before due to his family name and because he was so popular with the girls, along with the fact that he always skipped class, but you never paid him much thought since you had your own clique of wholesome friends.
Since you were already running late and that was the only way to get to class, you’d politely approach him and ask him to move, but of course, he didn’t give a response or budge.
You supposed he was in a deep sleep, so you reached out to tap his shoulder, his eyes snapping open as he’d quickly grab your wrist, preventing you from giving him a nudge.
“Huh, touching a man you don’t even know. That’s quite lewd of you.” He’d smirk.
His remark caused you to slightly blush, “That- that’s not- I wasn’t doing anything like that.”
“Huh, surely doesn’t seem like it.”
You grew pretty annoyed as you’d send him a frown. “Look, can you move? I have to get to class. I’m already late and you’re making me get there even later.”
“You being late isn’t my problem. If you wanna pass, just pass.”
You’d sigh taking his suggestion, taking a step forward as you attempted to skip over the step he occupied. As you stepped over, he lifted a leg causing you to trip and land on the landing, pain traveling through your body as you shot him a glare knowing that what he did was on purpose.
“Hey! What the hell?! You did that on purpose, you jerk!”
“You’re imagining things. First you trip and then you wanna blame your clumsiness on me.”
He was so lying, and you knew that for sure. You didn’t just imagine it. You literally saw him do it.
“But you-,” You’d sigh, knowing it was going to be pointless to continue arguing with him, plus, you had a class to get to. “Whatever, I don’t have time for this. I have to get to class.”
As you’d leave, he would make a perverted remark about your skirt, a blush rushing up to your cheeks as you’d walk away and up the next flight of stairs to get to your class.
After class, your friends had asked why you were so late and you had told them about your encounter with Shu. They were in awe at the story and even teased you about it.
With that incident, things only escalated, especially with his endless flirting. He honestly gets a kick out of it.
Since he skips class a lot of the time, if you happen to pass him in the empty halls as you walk to class or elsewhere, he’s going to say something to you for sure.
This can range from him making more perverted remarks about your skirt, or your panties if he’s laying down; even going to the point of teasing you about being perverted when you’re not.
That motha.
He even accuses you of bothering him when he’s the one who started the conversation.
Says that you ‘walk too loud’ and that you’re spoiling his music because of that reason.
You’d grow fed up with this and with being so distraught about it, your friends would be bound to ask what was bothering you. You’d mention why, but they would only find it amusing considering who he is. After all, Shu isn’t really known to give much of his attention to anyone.
“Y’know, if he’s talking to you in the halls for no reason, that says something. He only talks to girls he has an interest in.” One of your friends would say.
“Interested my ass!” You’d retort, rolling your eyes. “He’s such an ass. He’s just some spoiled rich kid that’s probably never worked a day in his life.”
Honestly, Reiji would love you on account of this xDD.
I’ve also cannoned this with @liannelara-dracula that even though he’s lazy, he would take the time to get to know your schedule and show up everywhere you’d typically go.
And then, he’d accuse you of stalking him since you’re always running into him.
Since he’s pretty perceptive, Shu eventually noticed that you didn’t like him through one incident that he took note of in the hall one day. You were walking and you ran into your crush, your heart racing as he stopped to talk and say hi to you. You were pretty good friends with him and he was just the sweetest guy ever. You always felt butterflies in your stomach whenever you were around him and deep down, you hoped that things would change between you two eventually.
To Shu, it was plain as day that you liked someone else. He’s centuries-old and definitely knows how this stuff works, he’s not stupid. Plus, the asshole he was also listening to your heartbeat when you spoke to your crush, making it far more evident to himself that you had an interest in someone else.
By knowing about your crush, he does use it to piss you off. He’ll act like an even bigger ass now because he knows you don’t like him.
“Y’know, it’s never going to happen.” He’d tease, his infamous smirk being evident.
“A girl can dream.” You’d retort. “You seem to do it all day, so why can’t I?”
Based on his fear of someone getting hurt because of being involved with him, he’d never tell you that he liked you.
Is actually pretty accepting of the fact that you don’t like him, and to be honest, he thinks it’s better off this way due to his fear of destroying something he would later on cherish, but yet, he still carries on with being an ass towards you since it amuses him.
“You’re better off without me. Dream all you want about that guy, but I know he’d never satisfy you the way I could.”
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what's the one thing that make each boy blush, without fail? i don't mean it sexually, but more on a day to day basis, soft way (btw love your work and i hope you are getting all the inspiration you need) x
Ohhh, thank you anon! (I have slowed down, but I haven't stopped! Still lots of stuff being worked on in the background.)
Ummm, this is adorable and I love it! I hope this is what you were hoping for:
Paul is the easiest to make blush. Little comments about how well he takes care of you, how handsome he is. That sort of thing. It's mostly a pleased, bashful sort of blush. He's eager to please and will turn all rosy if you show him he's succeeded.
Nevada will blush if you acknowledge something soft he's done for you. Especially if it's something that would typically be out of character for the persona he's constructed. He takes care of you when you're sick? He brings you a gift like flowers or a candy you like? (Those he would just leave for you, not hand them to you directly. It's supposed to be a surprise... could have come from anyone, yeah?). But thank him for it, tell him you think it's sweet or that you like him soft like that? He'll blush furiously and grumble, wishing you had just let it pass with no comment. He isn't great at knowing how to be soft/accept those sorts of feelings.
Jackson doesn't blush easily. He is quite confident (lol, arrogant, really. And smug), and comfortable and secure with being emotional and who he is in those moments. But what will get him to pink up is reassuring him he's a good dad, especially as his kids become teenagers and start to act out. He and his own dad are estranged (his dad didn't take kindly to his own rebellion as a teenager, had warmed up to him when he was in seminary, and then stopped talking to him when he left the church completely). (A HC discussed at length with @lannister-slings-and-arrows, my Jackson go-to lol.) And he tends to take a hands-off approach, trusting them as much as he can. Lets them make mistakes, stays calm, doesn't get furious back at them when they start screaming at him. But even when he knows academically/intellectually that he's doing the right thing, emotionally it doesn't feel that way when they're screaming at him that they hate him and would rather be at their mom's. So reminding him all the ways he's a good dad, and how well adjusted they'll be, and that he's doing well, will have him flushing a bit in response. (To steal from @pascalispretty, "teasing him gently that he’ll know he’s done a good job as a dad if he doesn’t end up with a man like him as a son in law." lolol)
Rafa is closer to Jackson than Paul in terms of how easy it is to get him to blush, but it's easier than Jackson for sure. And it's almost always his abuelita who is the culprit. Fussing over him when he comes over, telling him she saw him on the news that day and had called her friends to tell them. How she's so proud, and he was so smart and handsome in the press conference (though telling him he needs a hair cut, too. He's starting to look scruffy). It's a mix of a pleased blush and a bashful one.
She also keeps a scrap book of all the articles he's featured in, and is more than happy to show you (show off for you), when he brings you to dinner. Baby pictures, awkward teenage pictures (his prom photos, dear God, the amount of gel in his hair and the terrible fit on that suit), his graduation photos, and then all the articles from any publication that had him quoted/had his photo. Including the Harvard Law Record's article on the moot court he had won.)
It makes him blush generally, but his face is practically glowing if she's fussing and showing him off to you, too.
(Also when his mother fusses over him like he's still 9 years old. Fixing his hair, straightening his tie, telling him he needs to sleep more, the circles under his eyes aren't doing him any favors. He's huffing, exasperated, trying to bat her hands away, and flushed from the attention.)
And if you mimic any of that back at home, or bring it up when it's just the two of you? He's blushing all over again, grumbling, both pleased that they clearly care for him, and a little mortified at the affection and attention.
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hey!!! congrats on the milestone, you deserve it!!
for an ask, would you mind doing a Hunterxfem!dancer!reader with omega as the daughter figure where the reader and Hunter are in an established relationship and the reader teaches omega basic ballet? and maybe the evening ends with all of them cuddled up to watche a movie? it doesnt have to be super correct dance-wise, im just dying for some fluff <3333 have a fantastic day!
This is an awesome request!! 🥰🥰 You know, I used to be a dancer, but I've forgotten a lot of the technical terms 😅 I'll admit I had to look up a few of them lol also I changed up the ending just a little bit.
Thanks, @incognito-lezbean !! 💜💜
"An Excellent Dancer"
Pairing: Hunter x fem reader
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"Remember, Omega, you need to keep your toes pointed and your back straight. No slouching."
You, a former dancer and performer from Coruscant, had somehow found yourself involved with Clone Force 99 and were now teaching basic moves to Omega, their newest member.
They had attended a show once some time ago and their leader, Hunter, had caught your eye. Anytime they returned there from a mission, they made sure to catch a show both because they all had grown to like you and mostly so Hunter could see you. However, once the war was over, things changed. You remembered seeing smoke from the Jedi temple one night and heard talk in the streets that the Jedi had committed treason against the new Empire and that they were being exterminated by all the Clones across the galaxy. Wondering what was going on and afraid, you had gotten into your own personal ship and fled Coruscant. You contacted Hunter, demanding to know what was happening and he explained that they weren't entirely sure themselves, but now they were on the run from the Empire, Crosshair had left them and they were heading to a planet called Saleucami. You had met up with them there, got your ship impounded and, when things took a turn, ended up fleeing the planet with the Clones on their ship.
It had been some time since that day and you had pretty much decided you weren't going anywhere. You loved Hunter too much to leave him, you cared about the rest of the group just as much and now, their young girl, Omega, was just stealing your heart, which only endeared Hunter even more to you.
The group was taking some down time on a distant planet and Omega had begged you for some dance lessons. Once she had found out you were a dancer, she was persistent. You were outside the Marauder on a large cliffside, the sun near setting on the horizon.
"I'm not slouching!" Omega countered as she tried to keep her balance.
You raised your eyebrows at her. "When you're having trouble with your balance, it's usually because your back isn't straight." Then you came up behind her, nudged her shoulders back and helped her straighten up. "Now, let's try those steps again. Ready, begin!"
Omega proceeded to do the mini routine you had choreographed for her while you counted out the rhythm. She took two steps forward, pliéd and extended her arms out gracefully to her sides. Then she stepped into position, raising her arms up, and did a slightly wobbly but nonetheless well-executed pirouette. You took note that she forgot to spot properly, which was why her balance was off a little. Then she chasséd to the side and leaned into an arabesque. When her leg came back down, she did a twirl and lifted her arms above her head, completing the routine.
Hunter, who was standing nearby and watching the whole thing, lightly clapped his hands as Omega finished. "You're getting better, Omega," he commented with a smile.
"You think so?" she asked back, her eyes lighting up.
He gave her an approving nod and she grinned even brighter.
Then she turned to you and asked, "How was that, (Y/N)?"
You crouched down to her level and smiled. "I think we can make an excellent dancer out of you yet, Omega," you told her, tapping her on the nose and eliciting a giggle from her.
Just then, Tech came out of the ship and announced, "The evening lights will soon be appearing."
"Oh, I can't wait to see them!" exclaimed Wrecker, who followed out behind him along with Echo as they made their way to the edge of the cliff.
Omega was about ready to burst with excitement. "Come on, let's go!" she cried to you and Hunter as she ran after the the rest of them.
You chuckled at the spirited young girl. She was nothing but a ray of sunshine and you adored her so much.
Right then, you felt Hunter's hand slip into yours and you turned to meet his loving gaze. "Thank you for indulging her," he told you.
"It's my pleasure," you replied. "She's lucky to have you guys taking care of her."
"We're lucky to have her, too," he said, looking out at Omega. Then he turned back to you. "And I'm lucky to have you here."
"There's nowhere else I'd rather be," you then said back before pulling him for a sweet kiss.
Just as you pulled away, you both heard Omega cry out, "Hunter, (Y/N), hurry! It's starting!"
The two of you snickered at Omega's impatience and shared one last tender glance before walking over to the cliff's edge. Hunter took his place by Omega and you sat down on his other side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. Then you all watched as the sky was then lit up by rivers of multicolored, iridescent lights that shimmered brightly like the stars, flowing across the skyline.
"Wow...!" Omega gasped in wonder at the otherworldly sight before her.
You leaned your head on Hunter's shoulder as you continued to take in the sight of the sky. It was perhaps one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen and you wouldn't have traded this serene moment with Hunter and Omega for anything.
#star wars the bad batch#the bad batch prompts#the bad batch hunter#bad batch omega#hunter and omega#hunter x reader
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Did You Mean It?
Pairing: Dad!Din Djnarin x GN foundling! Reader
Rating: G
Word Count:1,449
Summary: Din has been teaching you Mando'a and does not know how to react after you call him buir (father) for the first time.
Request: Heyyy, love your writing! Definitely not enough platonic mando fics out there. But I was just wondering if you were interested in making a tag list, if not that's fine I just don't want to miss anything you write! Also, if your still taking requests I was wondering if you would write a fic around the reader calling Din some form of dad for the first time. By accident or on purpose (like after Din teaches her the word buir) it doesn't matter to me. I'm just curious how Din would react lol!
A/N: Hey hey!! I’m fairly new to tumblr so I’ll do my best to do tag lists in the furure! Just let me know if you wanna join so I can write it down somewhere :)) (That was for the general public I’ll definitely mark your name down) I’ve seemed to have grown a habit for writing in Din’s perspective haha, but yes I do think that no matter how Din first hears the reader call him buir he’d still be like “...me?” I hope what I did was okay and you enjoyed it. And thanks so much for liking what I write!!!
Although you were not raised in Mandalorian culture, Din took it upon himself to teach you Mando’a. He first brought it up some time after his encounter with Bo Katan and the other Mandalorians. When he finally saw others of his kind, albeit reassuring, it reminded him that the effort it took to find them could only mean his people were slowly being wiped out. Din needed to hold onto his deteriorating culture, and hoped that you would take an interest in learning from it as a member of Clan Mudhorn. When he inquired about your interest in learning the language he did so thinking that you would probably be daunted by the challenge. He wouldn’t have been offended if you declined as he didn’t want to force you into something you had no interest in, but much to his surprise you were ecstatic about it!
It warmed Din’s heart to watch you fumble over syllables during your first lessons. He began with simple introduction phrases and vocabulary. Nothing too difficult but sufficient enough to help you progress. You were often praised for your efforts and encouraged to converse with Din for practice, which you did. He often corrected you on grammar mistakes and your pronunciation. One thing you hated was how he wouldn’t remind you of a word you’d forgotten during a conversation. He’d simply ignore your plea to remind him and continue his work, leaving you to try to remember the term by yourself.
After some time, you were capable of holding simple conversations. Nothing too complex, but enough for you to get by if there was ever the need for you to use it. On one occasion, it helped you avoid getting arrested.
Although it was not entirely your fault, it often sounded like it was the way Din told it. The Clan had taken the day off to visit a local market after a successful bounty to stock up on fresh supplies and eat a good meal. Din gave you several credits to spend on whatever you pleased while he went to run his errands. The day was particularly sunny. Shoppers wandered around Din, although he stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the civilians with his beskar. Curious eyes casted towards him but he paid no mind to them as he walked up to a vendor and greeted her with a nod.
“Can I buy a holopad around here?” He inquired, waiting for the vendor to return his change. She paused a moment, credits in separate hands as she thought a moment.
“Not too far off that road,” Din followed her gaze and thanked her, pocketing his change before making his way to the shop she’d pointed out to. In truth, he already had a holopad of his own but wanted to give one to you for your upcoming birthday. He approached the shop, pausing a moment to gaze at the door, before making a move to open it. Wait.
What was that?
Din slowly moved back and surveyed the area. He could have sworn he could have heard something familiar. He strained his ears to listen once more.
“Buir!”
Suddenly his attention was caught by your figure as you desperately ran towards him, almost tripping on your feet with Grogu clinging onto you in your arms. Behind you was a vendor tailing you, anger written over his expression. Din marched forward quickly, pushing you and Grogu behind him when the two of you were close enough and held a hand out as the vendor approached.
“What did you do?” He looked down at you, not waiting for an answer but rather looked at the vendor. He hunched over, hands on his knees while he caught his breath. “Can I help you?”
He inhaled sharply and straightened himself up after gathering his breath, gesturing at you. “Is this yours?”
“Can’t you see the resemblance?” Din’s voice was monotonous despite the sarcastic comment. You made a face at the man from your place behind Din. The man inhaled sharply at your expression, though Din chose to ignore your actions.
“Is there a problem here?” Din inquired, pushing you further behind his back so you wouldn’t upset the man even more.
“I caught them trying to steal some of my produce. I have half the mind to call the sheriff-”
“That’s not true!” You interjected, pushing yourself into view but Din was fast enough to push you back in your place.
“Y/N.” Din warned, “vaabir no ukoror bic. Tonaid was bic?”
You shifted uncomfortably in your stance, raising Grogu higher in your arms. “Grogu.”
“Kaysh hiibir mayen?”
“Nayc, he grabbed some things and I didn’t realize.”
Din understood now that you meant this was just a misunderstanding. He placed a firm hand on your shoulder and turned to the impatient vendor. “My foundling has a habit of grabbing anything he can get a hold of. He’s still a child. You can understand.”
At first the vendor was reluctant to leave, convinced that Din’s little clan members were nothing but no good thieves. He even insisted that Din paid reparations for what Grogu had taken, for he tried to eat some before you took it from his mouth. It took some convincing, and several credits, to make the vendor walk away satisfied.
“Well, that’s that.” Din sighed, shaking his head a little and tucked his hands onto his hips. He turned to the two of you, “C’mon, let’s get something for you two to eat.”
At the local cantina Grogu helped himself to a hearty bowl of soup while you ate your own favorite meal from there. Din simply sat back, checking his credits before placing the payment on the table so that he wouldn’t have to worry about it later. When he was done and his mind left wondering, he thought back to when he first heard you call for him in Mando’a.
Buir…
The term you used was one that a child would call its father. You called him father. He wondered if it came out naturally for you, or if you used it because you had to prove that you and Din had some sort of relation. That must have been the case. You’d only been a member of the clan for almost a year now. Seeing Din as a guardian should be natural, but a parental figure? Din wasn’t so sure. He had grown fond of having you around. As an older child you were a far better conversationalist than Grogu was and many times showed that you trusted Din. But still, Din wasn’t your father. He had to remind himself that sometimes. But still, he couldn’t stop wondering how you saw him as he watched you eat your meal.
“Did you mean it?” Din didn’t know where he found the courage to start speaking, but he didn’t stop himself.
“Hm?” You lifted your head, your dish in your hands as you were about to take a bite.
“You called me… buir.” The word sounded strange to call himself.
Your face lit up when you reminisced the incident. “Oh! I mean, yeah. I knew it was the only way to grab your attention. It was really crowded today.”
Din chuckled, “It worked.”
You couldn’t help but smile before taking another bite into your meal, smiling to yourself at its taste. It’d been awhile since the clan ate at a cantina. It’d been awhile that the kiddos had gone out actually. Why was it that every time they joined Din out into town trouble would occur? Din shook his head lightly, deeming that only he would have ended up with such troublemakers.
“But, it’s not like I don’t see you as one.”
You stared back at him, cocking your head to the side and giving him a small smile. Although you couldn’t see it, Din held a big smile underneath his helmet. For a moment he almost forgot that you couldn’t see his expression and collected himself as you waited for his response.
“I’m really proud of you, Y/N.” He beamed, turning to wipe some smudge off of Grogu’s face. “You’re a great kid.”
You grinned widely and a pleasant moment of silence falls upon you two despite the noisy environment. Din told the two of you to finish soon so that the group would return to the ship before nightfall. During the last moments of supper, you and Din conversed with each other in Mando’a to practice your pronunciation once again. At some moments you grazed through phrases you previously struggled on, though you did not realize it Din certainly did, and it made him even more proud of how you’d grown.
#din djarin x reader#dad!din#din djarin#grogu#star wars x reader#star wars x you#star wars#the mandalorian#the mandalorian fanfiction#the mandalorian x reader#x you#reader insert#star wars fanfiction#fanfic#gender neutral reader#gn reader
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Sunset Drives
Summary: Having broken off your engagement for an arranged marriage with Gojo, your relationship is in shreds. As you and Gojo try to pick up the pieces, what does healing look like for the two of you?
Gojo Satoru x reader
Multi-fandom Masterlist || HQ Masterlist || Ao3 version
Genre: ANGST AND PINING, exes to friends to ??, commitment issues lol, some fluff if you wink (wc: 1k)
“Let’s go for a walk down the beach.” Gojo Satoru insists out of the blue.
After a long day of work regarding the security updates for Jujutsu Tech, you agree. Gojo has always been spontaneous. He’s not one to make extensive plans.
The sky is quickly turning orange and purple as the car parks near the sand. You welcome the sea breeze when the door opens and the golden light coats both of you.
“We haven’t had a walk like this in a long time, just the two of us. At least one outside of the school.” you comment.
“Hardly a surprise. We were barely on speaking terms,” he retorts.
“And now we’re fixing things.” you smile with a skip of hope in your tone.
Gojo pauses before replying in a murmur, “We are.”
Ten years after your teenage break-up of your arranged marriage engagement, you’re both finally starting to find peace. Earlier this year you were both screaming and crying and hurting as you aired out your bottled up feelings and hurt. Things are finally settling down at last.
“This is nice,” he adds as if reading your thoughts.
You’re both in thick windbreaker jackets. Despite your weatherproof clothes, Gojo’s polo shirt collar peaks through his jacket. He’s dressed up today: leather shoes, slacks and his sunglasses instead of his eye covers. He looks good, handsome even.
You both take a moment to look into the ocean. He puts an arm around your shoulder and draws you in. His grip is gentle and firm.
“When I said I wanted to go to the beach, I meant during summer, you know?” you turn to him.
“We can come back during the summer. It’s near enough to drive.” he assures.
“Really?” you quirk a brow.
“Really.” he nods with a grin.
You both continue walking, kicking up a bit of sand here and there.
“I thought I would hate you the rest of my life because I wasn’t sure I could separate my feelings for you from my familial duties.” he exhales.
It’s your turn to pause.
“It’s ok, Gojo, you can say it.” you murmur, “We’re really happy right now. Whatever this is.”
He lets out a low chuckle
“I like having you in my life again,” he says.
. Your eyes are peaceful and a small smile forms at the edge of your lips.
He turns to you, about to lean in for a kiss when you hear voices coming from the back.
“Gojo-sensei, is that you?” wonders Itadori out loud.
Gojo winces and quickly plants a peck on the tip of your ear before turning to his students. A group of first and second year students are walking together led by one of the Zenin girls. She must be Maki.
“Yes.” he says, “Who else?”
“And you ex…wife?” Itadori tries to recall.
“Fiancée .” you correct, amused, “We never made it to the altar.”
You steal a glance at Gojo’s unreadable expression.
“You’re too beautiful for sensei. Is that why you broke up?” asks a spunky girl with short brown hair. This must be Kugisaki Nobara.
“Nobara, you shouldn’t say that in front of Gojo-sensei.” nudged Itadori.
You and Gojo look at each other as if exchanging an inside joke.
“Something like that.” you grin.
“I would argue that was really the least of our problems.” Gojo snorts crossing his arms.
“Excuse the two of them.” Fushiguro bows.
Maki reigns the rest of the group in order to return your privacy with their teacher. Gojo keeps his hands off you the rest of the walk. You feel slightly disappointed.
When you return to the car, you empathize with his reactions to his students. Sometimes they forget he has a life outside of them.
“Thanks for today.” you nod, strapping in your seatbelt
“You can save that for later. It’s not time for goodbyes just yet.” he waves lightly, “If you like the beach so much, you should come visit me more often. I’ll drive you down here.”
“I don’t want to take up more of your time.” you demure, “Besides you’re not one to be good at promises.”
“I will always make time for you.” he glances at you, eyes fully certain, “and I’ve been better at promises now that I’m older. You’ll see. You’re not the only one that’s changed.”
Before he gets the engine going, he leans into you for a kiss. You place a hand at his chest to steady yourself. He presses a little harder. His hand finds itself on the side of your cheek. Your hands gently brush away the sides of his hair. The kiss long and tender, neither of you in a hurry to be apart.
When you finally pull away, you ask.
“Is this the part where we drive off into the sunset?”
“Yes.” he says, slowly backing the car out of its slot.
“Maybe you had a different person in your mind but I guess, you get me today.” you joke.
“You don't know that.” he replies without skipping a beat.
Gojo Satoru is the man who has everything. Whether you’ll be by each other's side temporarily or forever, he doesn’t know. With you by his side, there is nothing else he could ask for.
“I am happy.” he nods to you. You’re surprised he brings it up again.
“Whatever this is,” he adds.
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I wrote this as a follow up for another Gojo x reader fic who used to be engaged. This was supposed to be the last chapter but I have some extra material (fluff to help heal all the hurt I put us thru lol).
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8
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hi! ive never done a matchup before so i hope i do this right. before i do tho i just wanna say i love your holding out for a hero fic! i have so much i wanna say but ill leave that for a lengthy ao3 comment later.
im nicole (she/her) 22f. i tend to be nervous/awkward when first meeting people, but once i know you i will (lovingly) bully you. so my friends describe me as very friendly, exciting, considerate, but also a menance.
my favorite song is sunflower by rex orange county.
my idea of a perf date is def any like fruit picking activity. like take me to some strawberry fields or help me pick pumpkins after we go through a halloween cornmaze.
in terms of kink i love noncon/CNC, exhibitionism, e-stim, and spanking (or is it called impact play?? idk)
i like both girls and boys as long as im on bottom lol
thank you so much! (^_^)
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(The characters are all aged-up for this event)
Thank you so much!! I'm so happy you liked it! I don't know if you've left the comment yet, but if you haven't, I'm looking forward to reading your thoughts on it ♡ Also your date idea is the cutest, I love it!
I match you with...
𝐈𝐢𝐝𝐚!
He is the caring kind of cold. His own emotions are something that he distances himself from, always fighting against the need to be the slave of his own feelings, especially after the mistakes he made when younger. He thinks of himself as above all of that, abiding by his made-up rules, rigid and strict, never straying from the righteous path he has carved out for himself. Until, well... Until meeting you. You make your way into his heart like a drizzle that transforms into a rainstorm. Softly at first, but then in a matter of weeks, it's as if you're holding his heart in your palm, your grip getting tighter and tighter each time his gaze meets yours, each time he hears your laugh, each time he thinks about the way your skin would feel under his touch if only he let his own needs get the best of him. It's painful, it's unexpected, it's too strong for his will to fight against. He doesn't want to abide by his stupid rules anymore, wants to follow yours instead, needs to bow down at your feet and kiss the ground you walk on because he's unworthy. Well, at least, he feels like it until you take his hand in yours, let him kiss your lips and feast from your heart. He's like the king of the world then, the kind of man that makes the rules instead of following them, because if your love is as much power and strength as it feels like then he deserves to rule.
He plans your dates to a T but, even though it's almost physically painful for him, he still leaves a bit of it unorganized, knowing you enjoy the taste of adventure, of unexpectedness, of the unknown, even. He knows you're not like him, you're not rigid, you're not cold, you're kind, warm as a summer day. He makes every effort so that you enjoy time spent in his company, and slowly but surely, date by date, you crack his shell, teaching him how to let go once in a while. He'll pretend to steal fruits from your basket as you pick them, playing the villain because it will make you laugh and he wants to get drunk on that very sound before gently slipping a strawberry or a rasberry between your parted lips and kissing you so that the sweet taste will coat his tongue as well. He loves it, loves the way you make his heart ache, loves the way he almost wants to forget his rigidness if it means he gets to have you, adventurous and so, oh so fascinating, teaching him of things he didn't know and of feelings he'd never felt before.
If he's more lenient in your everyday life, you'll play by his rules in the bedroom, and he won't allow a ounce of disobedience. Punishment is always an option, and he'll never let you forget it. His orders are clear, and he expects you to follow them. Kneel, he'll tell you, tone cold and firm, not leaving any space for disobedience, unless you want him to have you lay on his lap, skirt hiked up over your hips, his hand hitting and hitting and hitting until you cry out in pain, until your skin ends up flushed red, until you feel like you won't ever know anything but the suffering that comes with acting like a brat with the man that rules over you behind the closed doors of your bedroom. He won't leave you a choice in the matter, taming you like he would any rebelling pet, and he'll have you thank him for it, kiss the palm of his hands once he's finally done with you, once he's finally ready to allow you a bit of pleasure in your pain.
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