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okay this is so incredibly specific so please feel free to ignore BUT i’ve been wanting to read a fic for ages where the reader is Chase’s childhood best friend from Australia and she moves to New Jersey for a fresh start. She’s staying with Chase while she gets settled, and one day she comes to visit him at lunch at the hospital, where she ends up meeting House and he’s… intrigued by her 👀 either romantic or smut would be so very cool :^D <33 💐

YES. I LOVE THIS PROMPT IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT IM FINISHED!!!

Gregory House x Fem!Chases bsf!Reader

Warnings: None really, just cussing and tooth rotting fluff >:) 3k+ words.

Chase's POV:

“Well I was just wondering if we could go out sometime, I think you're really-” My attention shifted as y/n's call lit up my phone, interrupting the conversation. It was a more pressing matter than pursuing a one-night stand.

“Excuse me for a moment.” I say walking away, the woman having an annoyed look on her face.

I answer the phone.

“Hello, y/n? Whats up”

“Chase! Long time no talk haha.”

“You called me yesterday.”

“Learn to take a joke, anyways, I have some exciting news for you.”

“I’m moving to New Jersey!!”

“Wait what? Really?”

“Yeah, I kinda forgot to tell you and i'm actually at the airport right now, so I hope you aren't busy tomorrow so you can pick me up.”

“Wow, um alright, yeah I can pick you up, do you have a place to stay?"

“Um…no…” I sigh, “Just stay at mine for now.”

“Don't even with the sigh i’ve known you my whole life you can put the nightly hookups on hold for your best friend.”

I smirk and shake my head, “Yeah yeah, I’ll see ya tomorrow y/n”

Y/N’s POV:

I smile as I hang up with Chase, grabbing my luggage and pulling it along the airport. Ahh yes, crying babies, rushed parents, annoying couples and that one insanely attractive person you see for a split second, I love the airport.

Glancing at my ticket I realize I might have to hurry to make it to the gate, speed walking I see a text from chase, “Have a safe flight.” Let's hope so.

Time skip (to lazy to write all the details about fucking airports)

Relaxing on a 21-hour flight proved challenging, especially with a toddler nearby. It was unclear whether the toddler would be a source of annoyance or just be tolerable. The flight just started. So to entertain myself I decide to do some digging about Chase's job, he brags about it all the time and the infamous Dr Gregory House. To be honest I thought Chase was gay for a little while with how much he talks about him. Still speculating.

The plane lifts off and I start my look, at first just looking up Gregory House, a surprising amount of things show up. An article titled, “Gregory House, Talented Doctor? Or a lying Narcissist?” Oh well that's a good first impression.

Scrolling down I see another article, “The world's greatest doctor, and his deepest secrets”

Now that's enticing. I click on it only to find out his deepest secrets, including using 3 in one shampoo and how his leg got hurt. I guess people hardly know anything about him. I click on the photos of him, there's only a couple, most of them blurry but to be honest he's pretty good looking from the photos I can see. I’d honestly be gay for him if I was Chase.

The toddler next to me starts giggling, I glance at her and notice her staring at a picture of House. She's kicking her feet too. That's so relatable.

For the rest of the flight I find some stuff about this guy named Taub, who somehow also figured out that he cheated on his wife which is why he had to quit. How did I find that out? I took a coding class in 8th grade. (I got lucky)

Lisa Cuddy the Dean of Medicine, unfortunately only good stuff about her, boring.

Remy Hadley, oddly, can't find anything on her.

Eric Foreman, his brothers in jail, fun.

And the others are just as boring. For the remainder of the flight, the toddler proved surprisingly chill. I passed the time by binge-watching random movies I had downloaded earlier

*Another time skip to plane landing*

Finally, 21 hours on a fucking plane is horrible.

I check my phone after I take it off airplane mode, seeing a text from chase a couple minutes ago.

“I’m at the airport, is your flight done?”

“Yep, wya.”

“I’m parked in the front.”

“That's specific”

“There's no other front dumbass”

I roll my eyes at his text, and get off the plane as soon as I can. I walk out and see Chase standing outside his car waiting for me. His eyes light up as he spots me, and a grin spreads across his face. Unable to resist, I rush forward and envelop him in a bear hug.

“Man you’re a lot uglier in person”

I say jokingly, smirking.

“Oh shut up”

We climbed into his car, and he drove us back to his apartment. When we arrive he helps get my crap into the house, before he gets a call saying he had to head to work.

Eventually a week or two passes, I've gotten more comfortable in his apartment, applied for a bunch of jobs, and looked for places to stay so I’m not invading his “man” space anymore. Unfortunately there aren't a lot of options, and no jobs have replied to my applications, which is weird since im overqualified, it's almost like they aren’t even getting my applications in the first place.

I’m doing the dishes when I get a text from Chase.

“Hey, I left my wallet on the counter, so I don’t have money for food, could ya bring it for me?”

“Nah”

“See you soon”

I breathe out a laugh and grab his wallet, putting a coat on then driving to the hospital.

When I get there I walk in, looking around before I call Chase, “Where do I go this place is huge” I can hear talking in the background, actually more like arguing. “Uhm just wait at the entrance i’ll be right there.” He says in a whisper.

He hangs up so I just stand there awkwardly waiting, that was a weird ass phone call. To be fair Chase is a weird ass guy with weird ass coworkers so what do I expect at this point.

Before I see Chase I see Dr Gregory House, limping quickly towards me. And damn he’s even hotter in person than the pictures I saw of him.

“Hey, no time to explain, you need to come with me.” He grabs my arm dragging me into the elevator. Before it closes I see Chase come out of the stairway, he sprints towards the elevator but it closes. I hear him trying to say something, but it's muffled and I can’t understand it. Wait why the fuck did I even follow House?

“You're real compliant, you’d make a great hooker.”

I turn around and side eye him.

“Thanks, so would you.” I say giving a fake smile.

“Speaking of compliant, why did you drag me away from Chase? What's going on?’’

“I made a bet with Chase.”

“That's really specific and helpful thanks”

“Oh yeah no problem”

Sarcastic asshole.

“If you don’t tell me, I'll stop following you and go with Chase.”

He rolls his eyes.

“Fine, Mom! The bet is that I can convince you to work as my assistant here.”

“Really? That's it? I need a job. Why would Chase even bet against that?”

“He thinks you’ll fall in love with me so he doesn’t want that to happen, in his words, “She has a thing for homeless looking, narcissistic assholes with beards.” So he’s trying to prevent it, and he’s sure he can.”

Damn- I feel so called out. I stay silent before nodding.

“Well to be honest he isn’t wrong.”

I see House smirk before we get out of the elevator, he hobbles and leads me to his office, locking the door then having me sit down.

As I sit down in front of his desk, he grabs a ball and starts throwing it against the wall, while sitting down.

“So are you gonna interview me or something?”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for Chase to get back up here so he can watch me interview you.”

He really is an asshole…it's kinda hot though.

“Fair enough.”

We wait a bit before Chase comes jogging up to the door, out of breath, he’s clearly been running plenty. He starts banging on the glass door that House previously locked.

“House!! Y/N! Let me in! This isn’t fair!” He exclaims, House is grinning when he leans over his desk, crossing his arms.

“Okay! Let’s start this interview now.”

“Y/n! You traitor!”

Did I abandon my childhood best friend for some disabled doctor? No, I did it for the job. At least that's what I'm telling myself.

Turning my attention back to House instead of the Australian cry baby outside the door, he asks me, “First question, do you want the job of being my assistant?”

“Obviously”

“Great! You have the job!”

I mean, easy enough. I smile and shake my head. This hospital really has some unique people.

House shakes my hand, grinning as Chase is sitting on the floor defeated outside.

As the days turned into weeks at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, I got to know everyone. Cuddy had to actually approve of me working as House’s assistant first, but once she saw a…normal enough individual, she welcomed me into the environment.

Getting to know House better, I found myself drawn to him in ways I hadn’t really expected. The bet between House and Chase, Chase thinking I would fall for House, I took it as a joke, until that joke turned more into reality.

Despite House being a narcissistic piece of shit, there were small moments that I saw, or shared with him that made me fall for him. Ones where he seemed happy, or just easy to be around. At work he's serious but when Wilson dragged him out to bars, or other social environments, he could actually be fun. And though him being a dick is undeniably attractive sometimes, when he was…”himself” that's how I began to fall for him.

One day, after an especially tough day for the team, and being forced to go break into houses and get coffee and food, I found myself alone with House in his office. The rest of the team had left, leaving us in a rare moment alone with each other. As I glanced up from the medical chart of the most recent patient, I caught House’s gaze lingering on me, his blue eyes intense and unreadable.

“Something on your mind, House?” I asked, attempting to break the awkward silence between us.

He smirked, leaning back in his chair with a casual ease, “Oh just wondering why a catch like yourself doesn’t have a boyfriend, or husband?” He responds, his tone laced with flirtatiousness.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his response, a faint blush on my cheeks. House and I had gained an uncanny camaraderie, made from me running around doing everyone's paperwork, being the designated “you get to tell patients they are dying!!” person. And as you’d expect people didn’t respect me a lot, but if someone was blatantly mean to me, House would step in and destroy their self esteem in a second and walk away like it meant nothing. That's another thing that I think made me fall for him.

“Believe me, I’ve been asking myself that a lot too.” I smile, placing the medical chart on his desk.

“Do you want a boyfriend? Or girlfriend, or a pet or something.” He quips, his eyes looking like they are reading me, studying my every movement and reaction to what he’s saying, it's flattering and uncomfortable at the same time.

“A boyfriend would be nice.” I say reassuringly, a laugh escaping me as I shake my head in amusement.

“Alright let's say *hypothetically* I asked you out. *hypothetically* what would your response be?”

Raising an eyebrow I ask, “Are you trying to go on a date with me?”

“I said hypothetically, now answer the question.”

A smirk plays on my lips as I roll my eyes in a mock annoyance.

“Well.” I say, “Hypothetically, I would say yes.”

“Great, meet me for dinner at (some random fancy place idk u make up a name i'm too lazy to), wear something cute.”

With that, he sauntered out of the office, leaving me to think about what just happened. Glancing at the clock, I realized I had just enough time to get ready for our “hypothetical date.”

The anticipation bubbled within me, standing outside (IDK A RESTAURANT NAME IT), waiting for House to arrive. My heart raced with nervous excitement, unsure what to expect from a…unique…guy like House. I had used all the time I had to work on my outfit, settling for a simple dress (or suit, or just anything you're comfy in :) ).

As I scanned the busy street, searching for any sign of House, I heard the obnoxiously loud sound of a motorcycle approaching. House rode in, parking his bike before getting off and walking (limping) towards me. My breath caught in my throat as I saw him, he looked impossibly handsome, in a tailored suit that made his rugged charm come out, good god he looked fine.

“Y/n,” he greeted with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners in genuine affection. “That outfit makes your ass look nice.”

I scoff playfully, hitting his arm. “So much for acting like a gentleman, at least you look like one.”

He chuckled, offering me his arm in a more gentlemanly gesture. “Yeah yeah, shall we?”

With a nod, I looped my arm through his, savoring the warmth of his touch as we mad our way into the restaurant. The ambiance was elegant and inviting, with a soft candlelight casting a warm glow over the decor.

As we were seated at a table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. I’m finally going out with House, damn Chase was totally right.

Throughout the evening, our conversation flowed surprisingly easily between us. I had half expected him to be rude or stuck up, but he seemed actually interested in me, in my life. He was asking questions, laughing and joking with me. Sharing stories of his own, and treating me like an actual human. Honestly it was scaring me a bit, but it was making me fall harder for him.

House raised an eyebrow, a playful glint in his eyes. ‘So, tell my Y/N. What’s the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?”

I laughed, shaking my head as I thought about the memory. “Well, there was this one time in college-”

“Let me guess,” House interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips. “It involved copious amounts of alcohol and very questionable decisions?”

I chuckle and nod in agreement. “You could say that. Long story short, I ended up streaking through the campus fountain at three in the morning. I'm pretty sure Chase might still have a video of it still.”

House raises an eyebrow, an amused laugh coming from him. “I wish I could say I was surprised, oh and also. I am finding that video.” He states, with a determined and mischievous grin.

The dinner continues and our connection just seems to get stronger, fueled by shared laughter, stories of shit Wilson and him did in college, things Chase and I did in highschool. With each passing moment, I found myself more and more under House’s spell, captivated by the complexity of himself, his character. His gaze, laughter, even his personality. Maybe it was the wine or something, but House was being nice, he had charisma, and was being attractive in general.

I don’t even realize that we’ve spent almost three hours in the restaurant just talking. I check my phone seeing that it's 9:30 already. We had got and paid the check awhile ago, but had stayed to talk longer. The restaurant closes at 10, and I felt a sudden pang of disappointment that our date was close to being over with. I didn’t want it to end, I was savoring this moment I was having, this seemingly perfect night.

When the waiter arrived to take our dessert order, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment that the evening was drawing to a close. I wasn't ready for it to end—I wanted to savor every moment, to prolong the magic of our time together for as long as possible.

House notices my look of disappointment, “I’m aware how amazing I am, but if its up to me, this won’t be our last date.”

A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth, my cheeks heating up as I blush. The butterflies in my stomach going absolutely insane.

So with a quick glance around the restaurant, I rose from my seat, House grabbed my hand as he led me towards the exit.

Stepping out into the cool night air, I felt a sense of happiness coursing through me. This was it, the beginning of a new relationship, a surprisingly healthy one so far.

As House’s hand tightened around mine, his touch sent sparks of electricity coursing through my veins. I knew now that maybe Chase knows me better than I know myself, in all fairness he predicted this, but right now I wasn’t afraid to admit this, to admit the undeniable attraction that I had towards Dr Gregory House.

His touch leaves mine, his hand pulling as we stand in front of the restaurant, close to each other, staring in each other's eyes. I glance at his lips before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, not sure if he expected it, but I pull back.

“Goodnight House. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And with that I walk away, to my car. When I get in my car, I look in the mirror, seeing House standing there with a lovestruck grin, one a child would have over some school crush. But it was cute, he was cute. And this was just the beginning of an annoyingly predicated relationship with a Vicodin addicted, asshole, who I suspect has a soft spot for me.

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klaprisun · 1 month

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One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley) (Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 10: Haley's POV

“What are you looking for, Haley?” Alex questions me.

“Hm? What do you mean?” I retorted back. We are standing in our usual ‘Egg Festival spots’ which is at the other end of the town square and in the grass.

“You keep looking over there,” Alex points to the pathway leading west from town square.

“No I'm not.”

“Yes you are. I literally see you looking right now.”

“I think you’re seeing things, Alex.”

“But-”

I turn and give him a frown before he can even begin the rest of his sentence. Instead, he begins a different sentence that I let him finish, “Are you waiting for Farm Girl Danny?”

“No! And don’t call her that! She is more than just a farm girl, Alex. She is also more than a personal comedian,” I cross my arms and daze off for a second, not realizing I am staring right at the pathway I said I wasn’t.

“Um… okay? Not just a farm girl and not just a… personal comedian… Got it,” Alex gives me a confused thumbs up. Sometimes I think there is just air inside his head, but I tolerate him. He has gone through a lot in his life and needs someone there for him. His grandparents took him in when his mom passed and dad walked out. Evelyn and George are very kind people and did a great job taking care of him through his life. He is very kind to both of them in return, and does a lot for them since they’ve gotten older. I love visiting their house and eating Evelyn’s wonderful cooking. However, they make a lot of leek salad for George which I’ve never figured out. Every meal he has to have either just a leek or a leek salad!

Alex wraps his arm around my torso, and I lean my head against his side. We’ve been on and off a lot as a couple. A couple years now at least. Sometimes, I’ve caught him cheating on me when we take trips into Zuzu city but I can never actually see who it is he is with and if she looks like me or not. That’s always the question. OR! He moans a different name when we have sex. Whoever ‘Taylor’ is. Other times he is just plain rude. I don’t know why I stick around though. I think it’s just a small town and I feel trapped. Another reason is I really do feel for him and understand all he has gone through.

Finally, not that I’m looking or anything, I see Danny come into sight over at the west pathway. I immediately stand up straight and stop leaning on Alex. He notices my reaction and moves his arm away, half expecting me to bolt over to her.

She is wearing those overalls she wore like 4 times when she first got here. She has on a purple shirt underneath that looks like it has yellow flowers on it. Perfect for the Egg Festival. Her chestnut brown hair under her cowboy hat has been chopped off though! It’s about shoulder length and shaggy. She no longer has the long braid that I thought was pretty cute on her.

I reach for my own hair that I braided this morning for the occasion and start fiddling with it anxiously, unsure of what to do next.

Everyone is crowding Danny as she enters town square. All talking to her, introducing themselves to her if she hasn’t met them already, and Vincent and Jas are hugging her legs. I can’t seem to peel my eyes away from them all. I feel a pang of jealousy rising in me.

“Do you want to go over there, too? Say hi?” Alex snaps me out of my trance.

“No. Let’s just stay here.” I continue watching from a distance. There is no need to go over there. She seems busy with everyone else anyway. That is until she looks my way. She raises her hand in the air as a hello gesture. From here, I can still see her bright, big, charming smile.

The crowd is still swarmed around her, but she is only focused on me. She doesn’t break her gaze after gesturing hello, but she doesn’t walk over here either. Instead, she finally turns to Mayor Lewis and nods her head.

“Everyone participating in the annual egg hunt, get into your positions!” Mayor Lewis announces.

“Eat dust guys. You all know I win every year,” I hear Abigail brag. Vincent and Jas look visibly upset as she says that. Danny noticed their reactions and started smirking.

“We’ll see about that,” Danny says to Abigail who is staring daggers at her.

“On your marks… get set… GO!” Mayor Lewis chants.

Sam, Elliot, Vincent, Penny, Jas, Abigail, Maru, Leah, and Danny all take off around the town. Alex had walked over to his grandparents to socialize with them which I don’t blame him for. I’d do the same thing. I’m left standing around a couple bushes that I've noticed earlier had an egg hiding in them.

Danny is now grouped up with Vincent and Jas, helping them find eggs. They are laughing and playing around searching every area imaginable. Danny points out the eggs for them and they run over and throw them into their baskets. Danny hasn’t put a single egg in her own basket.

The three of them get closer to me and I decide to speak up.

“Pssst,” I whisper to them.

3 pairs of eyes make direct eye contact with me. I tilt my head in the direction of the bush that has the egg in it. Danny gently taps Jas to go over and get the egg. In a fit of giggles, Jas runs over.

“Thank you ma'am,” Jas politely thanks me.

“Yeah, thank you ma’am,” Danny smirks and tips her hat slightly at me. I immediately feel my face get warm. The short hair really suits her.

Danny doesn’t even realize the two kids took off looking for more eggs. She is too busy standing all high and mighty with her arms crossed, staring at me. I notice her look me up and down a couple times, and I feel my stomach lurch.

“Look at you,” she takes a step and takes my long, blonde braid gently in her hand, “you look like a princess.”

My face gets even warmer and I can only manage to stutter, “I-... ye-... uh-...”

“That’s time folks! Bring your eggs to me so I can count them!” Mayor Lewis announces across the town.

“See you around, princess,” Danny mutters before catching up to Jas and Vincent.

“Abigail with 8 eggs!” Let’s see if anyone can out do that this year!” Mayor Lewis calls out.

Everyone who knew they didn’t have over 8 eggs shyly backed down. However, Jas and Vincent went running over to Mayor Lewis with their baskets. Danny is standing proudly a couple feet behind them.

“Would you look at that! Jas AND Vincent with 10 eggs each! We have the winners folks! Here is your prize… sorry…we only have one,” Lewis says shamefully.

The two of them run over to Danny with their prize. It was a straw hat. They hand it up to her but she just takes it and places it playfully onto Vincent's head, purposely covering his eyes with the brim. She looks behind her and notices a daffodil growing from the ground. She bends over, picks it from its place, and hands it to Jas. However, there is still another daffodil growing in the same area and she picks that one too. She starts walking over to me.

“For you. For helping with finding an egg,” she sings as she hands me the daffodil.

I do a small gasp. “For me? Thank you!” but before I can take it out of her hands, she tucks it behind my ear.

“Matches your outfit,” she points out. I had totally forgotten I threw on a yellow and green sundress today.

“Oh…yeah…you’re right,” I mumble while smoothing out my dress.

“Did you enjoy the Egg Festival?” Danny asks.

“This festival is alright... but what I'm really looking forward to is the Flower Dance.” I reply as I raise my shoulders and tilt my head.

“Ahhh the flower dance. When is that exactly?”

“It’s on the 24th. You’ll be able to see it on the calendar at Pierre’s,” I pointed over to the wall of the store where the bulletin board is. Part of me wants her to look at the calendar so she knows it’s my birthday tomorrow.

“I guess I’ll have to look at that before I go home today, eh?”

“You could.”

We stand around in awkward silence, neither of us knowing what to say next.

“Well I better get back home and keep working. I have to rack up some more money so I can expand my house and actually get a kitchen and a bedroom,” Danny chuckles, “I have nowhere to put my groceries… or all those ladies you think are in love with me,” she sneers jokingly.

“You need to forget I ever said that! I mean look at you, I don’t know who would ever love a big mutt like you,” I say a little meaner than intended. Danny’s face drops. I didn’t mean to say it! She seems easy to love and she isn’t a mutt! I don’t know why I just said that.

“You just had to ruin it. I have to go Haley,” Danny storms off to the west path and disappears. I’m left standing alone, holding my hand up to my mouth and choking back tears.

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wito-chan-bla-bla · 11 months

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Catoru

You love animals, cats are no exception. When you manage to persuade Satoru to show his cat, you end up watching not a cute furry animal, but something completely naked... not that it's more frustrating than not having a cat in your arms.

I do not know why and why I wrote this

–Does Gojo-san have a cat?

Shoko stopped eating her dinner and looked up at you. She blinked a couple of times, then stared thoughtfully at the ceiling and shrugged, but nodded in confirmation.

–I heard that the Gojo clan has a cat that 'symbolizes their heir'. I don't know what that means, but it's none of my business.

And she continued to eat her food as if nothing had happened. You continued to stare at her in response, forcing her to place her chopsticks on the edge of her plate and raise an eyebrow questioningly, looking back at you with a thoughtful expression on face.

–I heard from Geto-san that a huge white male cat sometimes walks on the territory of the Gojo clan. It is very fluffy and cute, but usually hisses and bites if they try to stroke or lift it. I wonder... if I can pet it?

Shoko watched as something devilish appeared in your eyes. You've petted all the animals on and off the school grounds, fed all the squirrels in the nearby park, and dragged a few injured birds so Ieiri can heal them. They say that of all the students and even sorcerers in general, you have the most normal mind, despite the fact that you perform the same missions as most. Perhaps it's because you touch cats in any strange situation, listening to their charming meow and looking into those deep eyes of a dangerous predator.

There was a sigh, and you snapped out of your thoughts and looked at the girl, who just shook her head.

–You want to pet it now, don't you?

–Yes! – you almost jumped in your chair. – I've tamed a lot of finicky cats. If the Gojo clan cat lets me pet it, then I can safely die!

–Hey, hey, I just recently healed that wound on your side. Don't waste my damned energy!

You nodded and giggled, starting to stare at the ceiling and dream of touching the big cat's silky fur.

Only once did Suguru mention that the Gojo clan has a cat, when you showed him another of your "finds", meowing non-stop, and since then his words have not left your head. If this life was a game, your life goal would be to tame all the animals of Japan.

Shoko had almost finished her dinner when the door opened abruptly, revealing two heads, one light and one dark. You gave a startled start and moved away, trying to escape the cry of "WE'RE HOME!". The girl across from you just sighed and started picking up the dirty plates.

–And here are my favorite girls! – Satoru slid across the floor toward you, grabbing you by the shoulders and pinning you to the chair... and to himself. – How is my favorite weak sorcerer?

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the familiar "nickname".

When you first saw Gojo in your first year, he pointed at you without even greeting you and said that you were weak. Then you just sighed, muttered that you would have to work with idiots, and went to say hello to the cute girl standing behind the tall sorcerer.

For months Satoru has been jumping around trying to make you lose your temper, but it hasn't worked out. One day, he came running straight to your park, scaring away all the cats that you lured with cat food, and you, then squatting, hit him on the knees with all your strength. Sure enough, the sorcerer fell. You stood up and, brushing off your hands, said, pointing at him: "In order for your words to somehow affect me, first earn at least my sympathy, I don't say anything about respect. You can be strong from birth, but that doesn't make you a 'good person', much less someone I'll listen to."

After that, Gojo "took offense at you" for a while, but then his behavior gradually became more or less tolerant. He may have annoyed you, but he was a great place for birds to land and squirrel-type rodents to jump on, so you ended up putting up with his company and annoying nature.

After at least a year of training, he began to affectionately call you "weak", and you still did not attach importance to this as before, but for some reason you felt that the sorcerer was trying to be closer to you... to distract you from your work or hobby once again.

–I thought your favorite 'weak' sorcerer was Utahime-san... – you muttered, looking at the white hair and wondering if the cat's fur looked like this.

–I lied to her so I wouldn't upset her, – he said, clutching his heart and sobbing theatrically. – She may continue to think she's my 'favorite weak sorcerer', but we both know who always comes first.

He leaned over and gave you a wink, which made you notice that his cheeks were a little pink and his breathing was a bit labored. It looks like he ran here as fast as he could as soon as he reported on the mission.

–Gojo-san, Gojo-san, – you tugged at his clothes like a child in a store trying to attract the attention of a parent, – is it true that you have a big cat on your estate?

Satoru smiled at you, but not for long. He gestured for you to wait, and then turned a furious glare on his mission companion. Suguru instantly whistled to the side, pretending that he had never seen such beautiful walls, then snatched the dirty dishes from Shoko, who did not want to look at it all, and ran towards the kitchen, saying that he would help his "dear, beloved, beautiful friend".

As soon as Satoru lost the opportunity to stare at someone, he turned back to you. He coughed awkwardly and straightened up, taking his hands away from you, which was very rare.

–Well... we do have a cat like that. He rarely appears in public, and sometimes even I have a hard time finding and catching him… Why are you... interested in this?

He kept his eyes on you, looking straight into your soul, but you boldly returned his gaze with your own, this time a puppy's. Gojo's whole body twitched almost imperceptibly and he looked in the other direction for a second, gathering his thoughts. The sorcerer held up his hands as if in defense or even surrender, and shook his head.

–You... you don't want to, – he swallowed, – pet it, do you?

You jumped up from your chair and were with him as quickly as if you had learned to move in space yourself. The teenager leaned back a little, as if trying to move away from you, while keeping his feet in place. You started jumping up and down at the thought of burying your hands and face in the big cat's well-groomed fur, and you prayed with your palms together.

–Please, Gojo-san! I love animals so much! – you jumped away from him when you realized you were getting too close. Satoru exhaled almost imperceptibly. – Especially big and fluffy ones. If it were possible to have bears as pets, I would do it!

Gojo stared at you, as if to remind you that during one of the training sessions in the forest, you met a bear and... let's just say that the animal will never forget how it was first knocked out with one blow, then treated with a reverse cursed technique, and then hugged as if it were some kind of soft toy.

You rolled your eyes and continued bouncing on the spot, unable to vent your energy any other way.

–So what? There's no reason why I shouldn't go and look at the cat, Gojo-san!

–You know... he really doesn't like people very much. And you'll end up with a lot of cuts on your hands. And it's shedding so much, br-r. I've spent more money on clothes cleaners than you can imagine.

–As cat lovers say, 'cuts are a reward for touching God in cat form'. And I still wash and clean my clothes all the time after training or missions, so no problem! And even if there are problems... it doesn't matter! If a person is soiled in cat hair, then cats trust him, so this is a good person! And I want to be a good person.

Satoru almost fell on the spot from your begging eyes. He coughed into his fist and shook his head.

–It's actually a sacred cat, (Y/N)... according to tradition, it can't be touched by just anyone.

–Since when are traditions important to you, Gojo-san? – you folded your arms and rolled your eyes. – You ran away from your clan's ceremony last year to come play cards with us and watch a movie.

–You don't understand, this is different! And anyway... don't you have enough cats?

–Yes! – you grabbed his clothes and held him close, bending him down so that he could look you in the eyes. – Each small and large cat is unique, it is a great blend of softness, elegance and charm! I just have to at least look at it! I will do my best to add another photo of an animal, especially a cat, to my gallery!

–Everything, you say?

–Within reason, – you said immediately, noticing the glint in the sorcerer's eyes.

You let go of him and took a step on the spot, continuing to vibrate with the desire to pet the cat, but more cautiously. What if he doesn't let you? If you are caught and permanently deprived of the opportunity to look at the cat? How then can you live with the knowledge that you will never again be able to touch a fluffy ball of joy and arrogance?!

–Okay, I'll get you a cat...

–Really? Right here?!

Satoru smiled at you and suddenly put a strong hand on your shoulder.

–But in return, I want... you to call me by my first name! No, you'd better call me with "Satoru-chan"!

–Why is that, Gojo-san?

–Because it's not fair! I just call you "(Y/N)", why do I have to be "Gojo-san"?!

–You finally got my respect, and now you're giving it up so easily...

–Anyway! I'll bring you a cat if we call each other with "-chan"!

You stared for a few seconds at a man with slightly pink cheeks and a face that looked like he was a general delivering a motivational speech to ministers, and then you said:

–Isn't that what lovers call each other?

Something came out of Gojo. Maybe it was his spirit. The sorcerer first sneezed, then coughed, turning away from you and hitting his chest. The lack of oxygen made him blush even more.

–I mean... – you continued, watching the strange behavior of the already strange teenager, – as young lovers often do when they think of a relationship, rose-colored glasses appear in front of their eyes. People may misunderstand us.

–W-when did you ever care about people, m, (Y/N)?

You nodded obediently and clapped your hands with a soft smile on your face.

–I don't know what you're going to do with the name 'Satoru-chan', – another cough, – but for the sake of the cat, I'm willing to put up with whatever you're up to.

Gojo nodded, smiling contentedly, as if he'd won the lottery. He opened his mouth to draw out the first syllable of your name, but you pressed your index finger to his lips and shook your head.

–First the cat, then new names. I. Want. My. Cat.

The sorcerer rolled his eyes, but nodded, winking at you.

–I'll try to bring the cat, but I'm unlikely to be present when you 'introduce' him, because I'll be distracting the elders. So if he scratches you or does something weird, it's not my problem!

–No problem. I would let a cat do anything to me myself!

Another cough. This is starting to annoy you.

–Then I'll ask Suguru to bring it to you. I'll say a day! Now... what have you prepared for your heroes who have returned from the mission? I saw Shoko eating something, you can't tell me that she made this food and even more so for one person!

–We've made you dinner, our heroes. Come on, Gojo-san, I'll show you what you can eat in the kitchen.

And Satoru, jumping around with a happy and overly satisfied face, went after you, chatting about how Geto had forbidden him to buy sweets until the mission was over, and in the end, Gojo got so caught up in the fight that he completely forgot about his snacks.

*+*

It is said that once the first "chosen of the Gojo clan" was in danger. He could have died, leaving the clan without his great power, and then a friendly and very clever cat-like curse appeared. It helped the chosen one escape from an ambush in which he was caught by enemies, win a crushing victory and establish a clan whose strength is still considered today.

Few people know that the curse actually ... didn't quite voluntarily help. That person absorbed it, taking the form of a cat, which helped him slip between the enemies and escape. The curse tried to resist, which sometimes turned the sorcerer into a cat. However, generations followed each other, and as a result, those born in the main branch of the Gojo clan received the ability to become cats that symbolize the well-being and greatness of the family. After all, if the sorcerer was able to take the form of a cat, then they are strong enough to be the heir and will definitely lead the clan to a great future.

Satoru could also transform into a cat. He started doing this quite early, at the age of two. How much did his mother raise a cry when she found a kitten instead of a child? Fortunately, she quickly realized that it was her son, because those insolent eyes were unmistakable.

So it wasn't too hard for Satoru to transform into a cat and enjoy the expert hands stroking his ear and massaging his belly. However...

"Remember, Satoru, never show your cat form to anyone."

"Why else, Dad? Some stupid tradition again?"

"Actually, yes, but there's something else. When you become a cat, you lose your clothes. When you become a normal person, you are completely naked. To keep the shape of a cat for a long time, serious concentration is required, the slightest mistake can lead to the fact that people around you will turn gray from shock and surprise. Let's not increase the number of competitors for our clan's hair color."

So yes... Gojo might get a headbutt from his teacher if he enjoys the head-patting too much, because no one (not even Geto, who has seen a lot of things in the room next to Satoru's) wants to suddenly see the heir of a great clan completely naked, with his legs spread out to the side, and the most contented face.

So why is Satoru going to take such a risk and bring a "cat" to school? Well...

Why is flirting with women so difficult?!

Gojo had been wondering this question from the moment he was knocked to the ground by a powerful kick to his legs.

People either idolized him or hated him. No one was indifferent to it, but (Y/N) did. She didn't care that he was rich, handsome, or strong. She didn't care that he was annoying, infuriating, and infuriating. She preferred to pet the dogs that were being walked by random passersby, rather than look at the heir of the Gojo Clan.

And it was infuriating!

At first it was just infuriating, then it started to get annoying, and then it turned into the fact that Satoru wanted to see at least some reaction on her usually calm face. But it seems that the girl smiled from ear to ear only when another dog ran up to her to sniff and say “hello"!

(Sometimes Gojo got so desperate that he thought about putting on ears and buying a tail somewhere, but quickly changed his mind.)

Gradually, Satoru, whose words and actions were ignored, began to see in the "weak sorcerer" something more than just a weak user of cursed energy. (Y/N) wasn't such a boring and "bad" person that he didn't want to be her friend. (Y/N) was something more than he could think of without wanting to fall in love with her.

And Gojo fell in love. He fell in love for a long time, usually on dark evenings, when people fell asleep on it while watching another program about wild animals. He fell in love when, along with a dinner prepared for everyone, he was specifically cooked or just bought sweets. He fell in love when he saw the expression of true happiness, when a cat, which had refused to approach for a long time, finally moved towards her and sniffed her hand.

Satoru could hold (Y/N) as much as he wanted in a joking manner, poke her in the cheeks or sides as much as he wanted, buy her gifts and souvenirs as much as he wanted, but he never got the same reaction in response as she causes him.

"What are you doing?"

"Leave me alone, Suguru, I'm depressed."

"But this is not a reason to sit under the jet in clothes and occupy the shower stall with your body. Either you move, or we wash together. And I don't want to upset you, but I fell into a mountain of corpses on a mission."

"I'd like to wash up with (Y/N)..."

"Don't tell me you're going to sing about..."

"Oh, my (Y/N)... why are you being so cruel to me?!."

"I'm going to clean up in the girls' dorm… I just have long hair, maybe they'll take me for one of their own..."

And now Gojo has the opportunity to get a little affection from professional and gentle hands. Satoru has always envied the animals (Y/N) strokes.. Even from their faces, it was obvious how pleasant and good it was. And this was confirmed once by Shoko, who dozed off on her lap, lulled by a head massage.

–So, are you ready?

–Yes, but... wouldn't it be easier to tell her that you are... a cat? I don't think she'll be happy if you suddenly appear naked in front of her.

–Yes, because she'll be so much happier than words can describe! I will conquer her with my beautiful body!

–She's more likely to be, ahem, upset.

–Hey, what do you mean?! – Satoru flew up to Suguru and started poking him in the ribs.

–I ... mean ... that she's lost her... ca-at!

When Geto was finally left to laugh off the painful tickle on the floor, Gojo stepped away from his friend and collected his thoughts. A second later, a cloud of smoke, and there on the floor, in a pile of clothes, is a big white cat with beautiful blue eyes. He meows loudly and seems to squint at Suguru.

–You're so, uh, fat, – the teenager lifting the animal muttered, which got him a paw on the cheek. In response to the piercing gaze, Satoru began to play with his black bangs as if it was all meant to be.

You sat and patiently waited for the cat to appear. Shoko was lying on the couch opposite yours, looking through a magazine, and you moved the furniture a few inches under you, unable to sit still.

But then the door opened, revealing Geto, and you jumped up abruptly at first, and then slowly sank down in shock.

–Meet ... phew, the Gojo Clan cat!

Suguru walked over to the sofa and gently lowered the animal that had accidentally hit him with its hind leg. You flopped back down and held out your hand, waiting with a sinking heart and bated breath for the cat to smell you. But instead, he sat up, lifted one paw, and placed it on your palm, making you almost scream at the feel of the soft pads of his paws.

–He... he put me on the same level as him! – you bowed your head, bumping your forehead against the sofa. – This cat has decided that I am worthy to be near his royal person!

–Um, (Y/N), are you sure you're okay...?

–Y-yes... yes, it's fine, Shoko. It's just... I was never recognized by the cat in the first seconds of meeting!

–I don't think you've recovered from the time you hit your head.

–What's the cat's name, Geto-san? – you raised your shining eyes to the sorcerer, slowly dragging the animal with your hands to place it on your lap.

–Uh ... there's an ancient name, I don't remember. Ask Satoru when he gets back.

You nodded and turned your full attention to the cat which is – holy food! – lay on your back, showing you his stomach, hugged paws to him and meowed, almost making you pass out from loving this ball of fur.

You carefully placed one hand on the belly, the other placed on the head of the carefully watching pet. His eyes were humanly beautiful and intelligent, his muzzle directly said that this is a scoundrel and a scoundrel. He strongly resembled one of your close acquaintances, but this is not surprising if he lives in the territory of the Gojo clan.

The big cat, which occupied more than one section of the sofa, was so fluffy that you wanted to hide your face in him and use him as a pillow. White dense wool, soft, pleasant to the touch, filled all your legs, because of which you stopped seeing your pants. If the cat was sprawled out on the floor, you could count him for a very fluffy carpet.

You began to knead the animal's belly as if it were dough, running your fingers through the fur on top of his head. Gradually, you went further and further, with butterflies in your stomach, feeling the pleasantly enveloping hairs around your fingers. The cat was constantly meowing, a little loud, sharp and just a little unpleasant, causing your heart to have problems with work, because it wanted to stop, then start beating in a frenzied rhythm.

For some reason, Geto ran away when you started scratching behind the cat's big ears. Shoko lay in front of you for a while longer, but in the end couldn't stand your enthusiastic mumbles and cat's cuddles. You are left alone in a small living room, continuing to give your love to this large clot of the sweetest cream.

But sooner or later, even you run out of energy. You ended up sitting and looking at the ceiling. Your hands continued to stroke the seemingly dozing animal, which sniffed softly and occasionally made random noises.

At some point, the cat opened his eyes, and you grabbed him under his front paws, pulling it up so that he looked into your eyes. The cat stomped paws on your thighs, but eventually came to terms with the situation and froze more or less in one place. He wagged his tail and gave a questioning meow, and you suddenly pressed him to your face, for which you received a small paw on the face.

–Who's cute moti, m? – you nuzzled his wet nose with your own and rubbed against it with a happy smile. – Gojo-san is lucky to have a bubuska like you.

You were hit again, a little harder this time, and you sighed, nodding weakly and lowering the cat down a little.

–Yes, yes, I know, the contract and all. But I really don't understand why he wants me to call him "Satoru-chan".

You shrugged and held the pet in your grip, pulling him back to you. You craned your neck and kissed him on the forehead, muttering meaningless and weird compliments.

–I think you're tired, aren't you? – you looked into the cat's eyes and giggled. – I should probably find Geto-san to give you to him. But before that...

Unexpectedly, you leaned forward again, but this time to leave a small kiss somewhere between the "upper lip" and the nose. The cat's whiskers twitched, he began to twitch all over, meowed loudly, and then you coughed because of an incomprehensible smoke or something else that filled the room in a second and disappeared in the same amount.

When you could see again, in front of you (practically on your lap) sat... naked Satoru Gojo.

The warlock jerked back in an instant, falling on the coffee table and dropping it. You sat there with a face of complete incomprehension while the teenager, red as an overripe tomato, tried to get up. He was muttering something about being "impossible to look away from, r-right?" while trying to cover himself somehow.

As a result, you took off your jacket and threw it in the place that was worth covering up. Standing over the actively sweating sorcerer, who was trying to blend in with the remnants of the table and floor, you crossed your arms and sighed, shaking your head.

–Where am I supposed to put my feet when we watch a movie?

–Y-you can put them... on me.

–What?

–Wh-what? What's the "what"?! – he jumped up, covering himself with your jacket. He wanted to put hands on hips, but he changed his mind in time. – You wanted to see the cat yourself! I showed you the cat!

–I wanted to look at the cat, not 'cat', – you pointed the quotation marks with your fingers and looked down, making Satoru blush even more. – So what was it all about? Why did this happen?

–T-that's all you care about right now?! Is it okay that you saw the heir of the Gojo Clan completely naked?!

–First of all, I hide in the morgue with Shoko at least once a week and eat food over the corpses, so I won't be surprised. Second, we agreed that I would touch the cat, not the pervert who pretended to be one.

–If I meow at you, will you calm down?!

You thought for a few seconds, then took out your phone to shoot a video. The sorcerer opened his mouth, ready to cry out in displeasure, but you made the most begging eyes and stretched out:

–Please, Satoru-chan...

When the teenager was running away from you, he tripped over the threshold several times and almost fell in the corridor. You sighed and slammed the phone shut, now understanding why the cat's fur was so familiar to you and reminded you of the hair of one of your friends...

Bonus (?)

–I demand to be taken to Satoru Gojo!

A tall woman with blonde hair and dull blue eyes glared at Suguru, who instantly recognized her. This was the current "Mrs. Gojo", meaning his friend's mother.

–Before you start killing him, I'll...

–Tsk, if I could have killed him, I would have killed him long ago! This child brings me nothing but trouble! Not that I wasn't worse at his age... b-but still!

Geto could only guide a woman in a traditional kimono to where he knew his companion would be.

And Satoru did show up somewhere in the school's backyard, sitting on the ground with his knees pressed to his chest. Someone was sitting next to him, stroking his white hair, reading a book with their free hand.

–Sator-ru, you!.. – she suddenly stared at you. – Oh, it's you!

You twitched and looked up in surprise at the woman who was flying towards you at a rapid speed. You thought she was going to attack you, but instead she picked you up and spun you around, setting you down with a happy cry:

–My son is a fool, isn't he?!

You could only nod and suddenly hear her exhale in relief. She hugged you to her and giggled contentedly.

–I wanted to scold him first for not only appearing as a cat in front of someone I didn't know, but also ending up naked in front of them, but I can't blame him anymore as soon as I saw you! When he told me that he shared his secret with the boy, I had a lot of concerns, but now, seeing you, I can finally breathe calmly and continue to think about my grandchildren!

–G-grandchildren? – you moved away from her, dumbfounded.

–Yes! By the way, when is the wedding? I know I think too much about the future, but my son has such a bad temper that I started to think that no one would even get married to him for money!.. Hey, Satoru-u, where are you going? Satoru? Satoru?!

–I knew you couldn't be trusted with secrets, woman!..

–So, what do you mean… You said you were going to tell her you loved her soon, a month ago! Hey, young man, stop! STAND STILL!

Geto approached you while watching one Gojo run away from another Gojo. He sighed and poked you jokingly on the cheek.

–This... this is what just happened?

–I think... your future family life?..

–Is there any way to... refuse or change it?

–I think... only if you catch up with Satoru and punch him in the head. Maybe then he'll start to have better plans.

You opened your mouth, closed it, looked at Geto, then back at the two Gojos, then back at Geto. And you decided...

–I pet cats. You can tell me how it ends.

–Okay, – he said.

And you left amid the screams: "YOU CAN'T EVEN ADMIT YOUR FEELINGS, WHAT KIND OF 'STRONGEST' YOU ARE?! FIGURE YOURSELF OUT FIRST, AND THEN DICTATE THE RULES TO OTHERS!"

#Jujutsu Kaisen #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #x reader #fem!reader #gojo x fem!reader

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eveenstar · 2 years

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Heeyy requests are open right? If so could you maybe do Toby dating headcannons? Only if you want to!!!11!!! 💜

Hello! Of course! I could never deny headcanons for my favourite boy <3 Here they are, and as you will see, my Toby is slightly different from the fandom or canon one. I decided to make my own version of him because why not? Hope you like it!

Dating Toby would be like... (headcanons)

Dating Masky headcanons , Dating Hoodie Headcanons

Oh boy. This relationship is the definition of walking on eggshells. Maybe that's an overexaggeration. But you get my point.

Toby might be the "easiest" one to get into a relationship within the main proxies. But beware, all of his previous relationships were all to amuse him at best. You, however, might be different, this time.

Unstable, but not TOO unstable. He's a good hunter - which requires patience. He used to hunt with his father, a long time ago. So, when it comes to you, he has tons of patience but that's not an invitation to test it. He doesn't want to hurt you but the Gods forbid how his foggy his mind gets when overwhelmed.

Speaking of which, Toby get overwhelmed easily. There are days the slightest thing will send him into a spiral. He won't seek your comfort or touch then, so, best be just leave him alone in his corner and go cook something he likes. Food with a soft texture might help.

pancakes because i'm starving for pancakes

Last proxy who decided to invade him during a breakdown ended up with a hatchet in their brain. Well, who told them to approach a serial killer cleaning their axes?

Anyway. On contrary of Masky, you'll actually see other proxies here and there. Of course, whatever ranks the Big Man has put up, Toby is in the top of the food chain, which leads to other proxies visiting. You can be around when this happens, but be wise with what you say or do. Not that Toby is jealous, he has nothing to be jealous of when it come to other proxies, but he can't have the others aware of his weaknesses.

There is also the matter of danger. You're in constant danger. The most brave will seek to harm you to get Toby out of his leading position, but no harm actually happens because this man is like the...James Bond of hatchets. Good moves for a man in his 30s.

He's also fairly vocal. He doesn't talk constantly of course but he'll let you know his thoughts, or make random comments about missions. At some moments it'll even feel like you two are a normal couple. So, talk to him and he'll be happy :)

His laughter is also something worth mentioning. He doesn't laugh a lot, it's rare when he does, but they're very light-hearted and a bit rough in the edges. It's simply adorable when he shakes his head or throws his head back and laughs out loud - but don't mention it or he'll get embarrassed.

Toby's a movie boy. Absolutely adores action movies with fast pacing. Hates animation. Movie nights are a must and it's another moment of normality.

Has high pain tolerance. He feels it but forced his brain to ignore it so Toby will arrive home with stab wounds or gunshots wounds that he probably forgot he had - it's your job to make sure he doesn't bleed out. This is less common for a 30 something-year-old Toby than Toby in his 20s. He's older and wiser, a professional in his craft. No one gets near him anymore without having a axe craved in their head first.

Beard beard beard beard. He has a beard. Fairly visible as well. It's hot. Take that as you will.

Toby will train you as well. Practice with axes and throwing knives, as well as fighting moves. This man has a thing for you using sharp weapons or getting him on the floor - again, take that as you will. :)

Yes, he now uses throwing knives. He learned how to use them from another proxy a few years ago.

Along with Hoodie, but slightly different, Toby will get you gifts for special dates such as your birthday or Christmas. He's not particularly fond of Christmas but feels obligated to get you something. He won't go out of his way to buy you said gifts, Toby will either make you one through wood carving (one of his abilities he has perfected over the years) or will steal one from a victim's house.

Christmas! Family holidays. He hates it. Toby has detached himself from who he was so much, but the sight of happy families makes his blood boil. He's not stupid, he knows they're not at fault for what happened to him - but that reason soon leaves his mind when the flashbacks hit. Before he knows, his hands are already dirty with blood. He hates the stupid songs and the parties - but, if you're someone to celebrate it, he won't oppose. He'll get angry and will exile himself with his hatchets, but some times...some times he'll silently join you cooking or decorating. He won't say a word, and if you're smart, so will you.

Toby has abandoned his family name. His first name is the only remnant of his past - and for this, Masky will use it to mock him to a breaking point. He won't let Toby live down the fact that he surpassed Masky in the ranks. He'll get home snappy and angry - and he'll always vent to you. Toby is very vocal with his hands as well, he moves them around a lot - lots of angry waves and quite possible a few bottles will be smashed or thrown if you don't stop him.

He's a lot to take in, but most of the time he's very calm and collected. Please, feel free to vent or talk to him whenever you feel like it. He loves the sound of your voice and hear you talk about anything soothes him.

Or sing. Oh boy. If you catch him alone, thinking you're asleep, you might hear him singing a lullaby to himself. It's almost impossible to hear it, and he will deny on his life that he does this.

Toby is one of the proxies who doesn't mind what he does or who he "works" for. It has been so long and his path has been so tragic and dark - he has become numb to it. He has you and his children a.k.a his hatchets.

Surprisingly not very aware that Slender would harm you. But that creature would. You're only alive because He allows you to be. One day, that might come to an end and trust me, Toby can be more frightening to face than Masky and Hoodie. And that includes, a possessed by SlenderMan Toby.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

#toby rogers x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #toby rogers #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta x reader

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lurkingshan · 7 months

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While I think apologies should have been given to Boston (especially for the accusations) and his character was overall overlooked, I don’t think the show slut shamed him. Boston was accepted by his friends, even if they made light jokes about his sex life and Mew’s lack of one at the beginning, until he slept with his friend’s partner. This is one of the places I think the writing dropped the ball, because they could have made a sexual character who had their own drama without being a bad friend. And yes, everyone was a bad friend at some point, I’m just relating this specific topic to slut shaming the character. Him being left alone by his ‘friends’ at the end was not because he was slutty but because he was a shitty friend - once again, I blame the writing but he was the major catalyst for a lot of the drama. On the other hand, Nick and Boston could not have ended up together without one of them changing something significant about themselves, which would have been worse in my opinion. It’s okay to not want a monogamous relationship, and it’s also okay to want one. He wasn’t supposed to change himself for Nick and Nick wasn’t supposed to accept what he saw as crumbs and call it love. I don’t think the disapproval by his ‘friends’ had anything to do with his sex life nor do I think Nick actually disapproved of him it all, so much as he had to move on.

All that being said, I have only related this comment to the character being slut shamed. Overall, I think they simply used Boston for the purpose of plot and didn’t flesh him out the way they should have. Top was also initially a slutty character but was given the time to be likable (I still don’t like him but by the end of the show I didn’t like anyone so I digress). I don’t feel I know Boston’s motivations for anything, and if he was just supposed to be a “natural villain”, why would they make him so upset by his loneliness? It seems like everyone in the show did stupid shit for the sake of drama but they didn’t care enough about his character to let us know why or give him a full resolution. In fact, the only characters that truly got the time necessary to tell their story were the two main couples, and they just mentioned Boston in the process to close out his plot. He could have been a sexual character, who stayed a sexual character, made a bad decision, worked on the source of his behavior, and made up with his friends or found friends who understood him better, but the show didn’t care enough to do so. So instead, we look at it as the show saying “be a slut, and you’ll end up alone” when really I think it’s saying “don’t like monogamy? Don’t be in a monogamous relationship and don’t be an asshole to your friends (when we don’t have time or energy to give you backstory and depth)”

I still overall like the show because I don’t think it was meant to be truly realistic and more so just dramatic. None of the people should have been friends by the end of it tbh, but the performance were incredible and the characters who did have backstory were captivating.

Hello! There is a lot to unpack here so let me break this down a bit.

Boston was accepted by his friends, even if they made light jokes about his sex life and Mew’s lack of one at the beginning, until he slept with his friend’s partner.

I don't actually agree with this. We have been shown from the start and throughout the show that Boston's friends--Cheum and Mew especially--judge him for his promiscuity and look down on him for it. That is super consistent all the way through the finale. Tolerating his presence is not the same thing as actually accepting/respecting him.

And yes, everyone was a bad friend at some point, I’m just relating this specific topic to slut shaming the character.

See, but this is a key point. If everyone was a bad friend, why were only Boston's friend crimes treated seriously, and why is he the only one who owed apologies? The difference is that Boston is a slut and his friends were already treating him as inherently less worthy of compassion and ready to judge him for literally anything. You can't separate the two things, Boston is treated the way he is both because he's a slut and because he's a shitty friend.

Him being left alone by his ‘friends’ at the end was not because he was slutty but because he was a shitty friend - once again, I blame the writing but he was the major catalyst for a lot of the drama.

Just going to point out here that he is the only one who apologized and took accountability for his mistakes, while his friends did not offer him apologies for any of their own rather significant wrongs against him. So who is actually the shitty friend here?

On the other hand, Nick and Boston could not have ended up together without one of them changing something significant about themselves

I don't agree with this, either. In the conversations in today's episode it was clear that Boston and Nick were not on the same page about what being faens meant. Boston was committed to Nick as his faen and to him that meant Nick is the only one he loves, the only one he goes on dates with, the only one he spends quality time with. It did not mean no sexual contact with others, to him. For Nick, being faens does mean they would only kiss and have sex with each other. They needed to get clear on that, and I really loved that conversation in part 2 where they discussed it. Previous to this episode, it wasn't clear to me that sexual fidelity was a requirement for Nick; in fact, he told Boston he didn't need him to change, and the end of the last episode implied that what he really needed was to know Boston cared about him and viewed him as special. We left things ambigous wrt to his relationship with Dan and whether he even wanted to be faens with Boston. And now this week we suddenly had them dating and Dan disappeared into the ether (a weird choice given they intentionally did not resolve these things last episode).

Now all that said, it's totally valid for Nick to decide that he needs sexual exclusivity. He might have thought he could roll with it if Boston stayed the same in this regard and then realized he really couldn't when confronted with the reality of it. That's all fine and fair. But I don't think it's impossible that Nick could have been okay with Boston continuing to hook up with others within some negotiated parameters. They could have found a way to make this work, especially because they both know it's only temporary. The show just wasn’t interested in exploring that.

I don’t feel I know Boston’s motivations for anything, and if he was just supposed to be a “natural villain”, why would they make him so upset by his loneliness?

This is an interesting point because up until the end of this finale, I would argue we actually did have a really strong sense of who Boston is, and so did he. He was always unapologetic about his preferences and honest about what he was willing to give. He is very perceptive and knows how to use that power for evil. He is motivated by what he wants and not much else. He doesn't see sex as such a big deal and is often taken aback when others do and it causes them to get what he perceives as unreasonably mad at him. He thinks people should be wiling to own up to their shit and not blame him for observing it. He usually thinks as long as everything turned out okay, whether or not the way he got there was "mean" shouldn't really matter. He is willing to apologize for specific actions when he knows he was being an ass, but he has never apologized for who he is or what he wants.

And that's why it was really hard to see him reduced to groveling to this group of "friends" who don't care about him and begging Nick not to leave him at the end of this episode. It didn't feel like the Boston we have known up until now, and it didn't ring true.

In fact, the only characters that truly got the time necessary to tell their story were the two main couples, and they just mentioned Boston in the process to close out his plot.

I do agree with this; Nick and Boston did not get enough time in the final stretch and thus there were some noticeable shortcuts in the writing for their arc. That said, even though they got a lot more screen time I don't think TopMew and SandRay turned out much better for it. Things just felt off all around in this final stretch.

So instead, we look at it as the show saying “be a slut, and you’ll end up alone” when really I think it’s saying “don’t like monogamy? Don’t be in a monogamous relationship and don’t be an asshole to your friends (when we don’t have time or energy to give you backstory and depth)”

Nah, for me the only character that doesn't want monogamy ending up rejected and alone while all the people who chose monogamy get very unearned happy endings is not at all subtle. If they wanted to show that love is not conditional on monogamy, they could have let Boston and Nick end on a better note, even if they didn't stay together. This finale felt like an advertisement for monogamous love as a cure to all your problems. And I have no idea if that was the actual intent and neither does anyone but the creators themselves. But intent is not impact and the implications of the way they wrote this are undeniable.

None of the people should have been friends by the end of it tbh, but the performance were incredible and the characters who did have backstory were captivating

Agree with you there! The reason some of us are so disappointed in the ending is because we liked the show so much and have been giving it the benefit of the doubt in how it was presenting its themes. It's a bummer to end this three month journey on a sour note.

#only friends the series #thai bl #long post #shan answers

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pianocat939 · 2 years

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Hello I have request if you want to do it!

Yandere Rise Turtles that kidnapped the reader and the reader ignores them and stays quiet cause the reader pretty much trusted them and they broke their trust by kidnapping them.

Ah yes the "trust is broken" trope. Time to use all 6 of my braincells to write a theory that is totally impossible~

I know I shouldn't be saying this but I can't think of any ideas for rise rn so I would appreciate requests. Whenever I think of any I scrap it because I don't like how it sounds in the end haha.

Tw: trauma, anxiety, manipulation, delusions, arson (it's Mikey ok?), overprotective impulses, mentions of usage of medical drugs, unhealthy dependencies, I keep making Mikey a sociopath help

Yandere Turtles with Kidnapped MC who Doesn't Speak to them

Raph

I think he would have mixed feelings. The rational side of him perfectly understands why you would react this way; however, he also believes that you need to realize the purpose of his actions.

It's because he needs you so much! His brain can't comprehend being away from you for too long. He gets horrible anxiety if he's not able to cling onto you. So please understand! He's trying to get better but his thoughts just stab him mercilessly.

Despite his views, he doesn't try to pry too much. Sure, he might cry a little, and feel like a monster, but he doesn't talk more than needed. He wishes you answer, but if you need to go through such a state then so be it.

He'll still follow you around, as it's the bare minimum he can tolerate.

I, theoretically speaking, feel that anybody can tell he doesn't kidnap because of twisted/problematic views but rather the amount of trauma he's carried for so long. That being said, there is a way for MC to leave without having to escape.

A. Lot. Of. Therapy.

Consoling his problems is honestly the best way to go for Raph. He's willing to cooperate, and needs only help before he's back to normal. It'll take quite a bit of time, but it's better than being stuck in the lair for the rest of your life.

He apologizes a shit ton. Doesn't matter if you trust him or not, he apologizes.

"I'm sorry. I don't care whether you forgive me or not. I just want you to know that I regret everything."

Leo

Out of his brothers he's least likely to even try kidnapping.

The only case I can think of is if you lost trust for him due to his manipulation. Then he impulsively kidnaps you (it is way too fucking easy for him).

Once you go into your unresponsive state he'll pull the guilt tripping card. He believes if he continues to do so, your mind will trick you eventually. It hurts him that you don't want to answer voluntarily but it's nothing a little bit of psychology can't fix.

He acts like everything is fine while he waits. He'll talk to you, hug you, and anything else of that matter. It's not that he's delusional, rather he's trying to find ways to break you down.

There is a chance he'll lose his patience, and it can go two ways: 1. He breaks and tries to justify his actions. 2. He becomes delusional in a similar way Mikey Wazowski is.

I think there's equal chances for either possbilities.

To elaborate further for the two. When he breaks he'll go into a frenzy of sadness + frustration. He'll state that the reason why he even manipulated in the first place was because he felt useless and wanted you to rely on him for a lot of things. He's honest, and doesn't hide behind his mask. He'll interrogate why you don't depend on him. Let him take care of you, even for something as cutting up Warren Stone.

Now we get to talk about his developing of the "Mikey syndrome" we can call it.

His supposed mind games seem to backfire and work on him rather than you. Meaning, he forms a delusion that you still love and trust him after all the kidnapping and manipulation. He acts as if you guys are a normal couple. Which may be good for your case. He won't let you be independent for some things but you are able to leave the lair (with him by your side). No escaping though, he has his sword.

"I love you so much! I'm glad we understand each other so well."

D'Nello

Most likely to kidnap.

I think his reaction will result in a disaster. As I've written before he's an overprotective and controlling type; so it only makes sense that he declares your state of mind as an illness that he needs to take care of.

Try to ignore him all you want but this man can easily haul you into his lab, run through tests, and not acknowledge the obvious problem of the situation. He believes that you are in a fragile position so it'll only influence him more to "heal" you.

His methods of healing are both physical and mental. He'll check your brain's activity, find a pattern, and see if he can develop a drug that alters your mindset. On the mental counterpart, he talks on and on about psychology, and how to reset everything so that you can be "healthy" again.

If he notices you ignoring on purpose whenever he's speaking about your state of health then he'll snap at you until you listen. You don't have to talk, just be aware of the information leaking from him.

There is no chance of being totally released from his grasp. Not only does he have the advanced technology to ensure your chances of escape are nonexistent, but he is also unnegotiable. He's extremely lucid, but finds no wrong in his intentions as it is protecting someone from harm; when really it is him that is the harm.

Once you're stuck with him, you're fucked.

"Your mental state is nothing I can't fix. The brain can easily be assessed and its neurons can be altered with some drugs."

Mikey Mouse Club House

(I will never take his name seriously)

You are definitely going to be in a worse situation if you ignore Mikey. It's not that he's going to get angry or anything, he becomes more delusional.

He deludes himself into believing you're a god, so if you ignore him, it triggers him into thinking he needs to prove his worth before you give him the privilege of acknowledgment. Additionally, he'll find you even more divine.

He'll prove his worth in a multitude of ways; praising you, doing services, creating a literal book named "Ways to not Upset your God Lover <3". His chaos is terrifying, and it might be the best option to give a sentence to him occasionally otherwise he'll commit crimes far worse than you would ever think of.

If you don't, well let's just say...He'll burn people alive and leave a heart for every place he visits.

Here's one thing I want to express about Mikey. He also has a low chance of kidnapping. It may sound odd, but in my terms, I believe he thinks you're greater than him so it is his duty to follow every word you say. The reason I suppose he could kidnap you is that he wants to be closer.

If he does kidnap you, just say something like, "I want to go home" and he'll deliver you like he's a worker of Jeff Bezos. His mind is easy to figure out.

"Oh hi, baby! Don't mind the scorched-up wood here, just leaving a mark for the world to know my love for you~"

There are a few remains of the body left on the ground...

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This was fun. I love analyses so much it's an addiction lmao

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2018 #raph #mikey #leo #donnie #Mikey wants to commit arson help

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fourphoenixfeathers · 2 years

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How does Giratina get to taste ice cream for the first time in all of your au's

I think it is very important that the giant worm on a string gets to taste ice cream.

I don't know about all of my aus because Giratina only plays a major role in one of them...

But here's prophet and heretic au Giratina trying ice cream, with a bonus sketch of ceiling gremlin time.

This is kind of a continuation of my last heretic!Emmet oneshot here. Giratina is teaching Emmet how to make a rift so he can go to Sinnoh. No trigger warnings this time, just wholesome fluff! :>

(sorry if Emmet is ooc, i didn't drink my character juice)

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"I am Emmet," he huffed as he collapsed on his back. The swirling purple tear in space sealed itself shut the moment Emmet removed his hand, and he couldn't help his frustrated groan. "Was that one at least close?"

"Yes. It would have taken you to your intended destination if it were stable enough to last." Giratina's voice echoed in Emmet's head. Giratina had gotten a lot better at his volume control, and Emmet's head no longer protested in pain every time he talked. It was a small mercy, though. Emmet only traded the headache for the pins and needles in his fingers as Giratina taught him how to rip a hole through the universe.

Emmet wished that Giratina could just do it himself, but the denizen of the distortion world was terrified of breaking Emmet's body with his otherworldly power. Thus, Emmet had to slowly build up a tolerance as he learned it himself.

"Remind me again why I did not just take a plane," Emmet mumbled through breathless pants.

"A plane ticket will get you to your destination once. This skill is reusable. Besides, if Arceus will not return your brother to you, you will need this to make your own tracks."

Swords, he was right. As difficult as it was, Emmet would have to learn this sooner or later. That didn't make it any less frustrating, though.

"Let us take a break. That is enough for now." He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked around. "Giratina... Why am I on the ceiling?"

"You didn't notice?"

"Nope."

"Uh... I think it was the seventh attempt."

"Oh, I remember that one, yup. That was when everything started floating." The rifts tended to mess with the space around Emmet if he wasn't careful. There were a couple of broken mugs that could attest to that. "But why have I not fallen down yet?"

Emmet stood up and walked around. He was getting footprints on his ceiling, but this was too cool for him to care. He wished he had noticed it sooner so he could have enjoyed it more.

"In the distortion world, the laws of physics aren't as concrete. Some tracks run perpendicular to others, and some are completely upside down. I think it is rubbing off on you."

"Verrry interesting." Emmet hummed as he made his way over to the kitchen. He felt like having something sweet. He pulled open the freezer and pulled out the last pint of ice cream.

He wondered at the feeling of the tub suddenly gaining weight in his hand. It was like it flipped to match him when he touched it. That explained why his hat wasn't somewhere on the floor in the living room, at least. Now for a spoon...

He couldn't reach the silverware drawer.

Emmet sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before calling for Eelektross. All of his pokemon had fled to the farthest corner of the apartment while he was practicing rifts, but his trusty ace came when called.

"Hello Eelektross. I cannot reach the spoons. Can you please pass me one?" Emmet called down. He knew he could have figured out how to walk down the wall, but he was having fun. Also, the look on Eelektross' face was priceless.

Spoon acquired, Emmet opened up the pint and took a spoonful. It was vanilla. Ingo's favorite. For once, the reminder of his brother wasn't painful. Emmet was on a mission, and if all went well, Ingo would be coming home soon.

Emmet hummed as he ate his spoonful. It wasn't as good as dark chocolate or coffee flavor, but after hours of hard work, it hit the spot.

"What is this?" Giratina asked.

"Ice cream." Had Giratina never seen ice cream before? Probably not, if he had been trapped in the distortion world for centuries like he said. That was no good. "This is the first time I have eaten something since you became coupled to me, is it not? Can you taste this?"

"Unfortunately, no. While I am connected directly to your mind, I am not as connected to your body. It is like listening to a train that is several stations away."

"That is verrry sad. Here. How about you conduct. And you can have the ice cream." Emmet sat down and tried to mentally nudge Giratina forward.

He figured simply imagining himself stepping back wouldn't work, as visualization did nothing for the rifts he was trying to open. Instead, he tried to imagine how he felt when he took his hands off of the controls of a subway car and let the on-board computer take over. The knowledge that the train wouldn't crash without him commanding it.

Whether it was Emmet himself who triggered it or Giratina got the message, Emmet felt a bit of his awareness slip away. It wasn't as bad as he had feared. He was still conscious and aware, but everything was just a bit fuzzy. It felt like the transition from waking to sleeping, where everything was muted and cozy.

"I am Giratina." Words spilled from Emmet's mouth in a register far lower than what Emmet was comfortable making. "Thank you."

"No problem. Just enjoy your Ice cream, yup!"

Giratina wasn't exaggerating when he said he couldn't taste anything. Emmet only felt a whisper of cold and the barest hint of sweetness on his tongue as Giratina took his first bite. Emmet was sad they couldn't both enjoy it, but it was worth it for Giratina's reaction.

Giratina was speechless. Emmet knew the feeling, like words couldn't quite capture the intensity of your emotions. Instead, Giratina went back to expressing himself in pure thought, but with Emmet in the passenger seat, it didn't hurt like the first time they spoke. Emmet felt overcome by jittery joy, and he tried to flap the hand that wasn't holding the spoon.

Confusion rippled over their bond, and Emmet stopped. "Sorry. I did not mean to interrupt."

"It is fine. Did you want me to do something? Or did you want to conduct again?" Giratina questioned flatly, but Emmet could feel a hint of disappointment leaking from the other. Time to put a stop to that.

"I want you to try something. I like to do it when I feel happy. Maybe you will like it too." Emmet tried to move his right hand again, and Giratina felt the urge to move. He obliged, and he flapped his hand a few times at his side. Emmet could feel their grin grow wider as Giratina let out a giggle.

"You were right! This is nice."

Giratina finished off the rest of the pint with gusto, taking occasional breaks to bleed off excess energy into his hands. It was a little silly, but it was the fun kind of silly that made you want to laugh until your sides hurt. While Emmet couldn't taste much, he could feel Giratina's happiness as if it were his own, and that was enough for him. Emmet wondered what else he could get Giratina to try after they returned Ingo to his proper station.

Afterwards, they sat in companionable silence for a bit. Giratina soaked in everything his new senses could take while Emmet drifted.

The silence was broken by a knock on the door.

"Emmet? Are you home?" The voice on the other side was frantic with worry. Oh no. Emmet hadn't checked his Xtransceiver all day, had he?

"Emmet. What do I do!" Giratina hissed. In any other situation, it would be hilarious to hear the legendary pokemon so scared, but Emmet knew that he wasn't one to talk. Elesa was going to be furious with him. As it was, Giratina was probably feeling Emmet's panic on top of his own.

"That is my friend Elesa. Tell her she can come in. She has a key." Emmet tried to calm both of them down. Judging by Giratina's hesitance, it didn't work all that well, but Giratina complied anyway.

"Come in!" He yelped. His voice was almost high enough to pass for Emmet's. There was a long sigh and the clink of keys from the other side of the door.

"Dragons, Emmet, answer your Xtrans!" Elesa opened the door and stopped cold as she locked eyes with Giratina. "Emmet? Why the hell are you on the ceiling!?"

Oops. They forgot about that. Giratina wrung his hands and scrambled for an answer, but the vocal tic he picked up from Emmet popped out first.

"I am Giratina! I mean. I am Emmet?" Giratina spluttered. He didn't even resist as Emmet brought his hand up and facepalmed.

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Anxiety snek go brrrrr~

I hope you liked it! Please let me know if there are any spelling errors or anything, I have no beta reader.

#fic #submas #emmet #giratina #elesa #prophet and heretic au #breaking: local danger noodle learns to stim while eating ice cream #i wonder what fun fantasy stims i can give these two #so far we have walking on the walls #rae art #rae writes

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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Girl Lessons

Media the maze runner

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating sexual I guess? Mostly funny and cute

Concept: learning about how girls work

Smut? Reproduction and sexual matters discussed purely for educational purposes

I stood doing some gardening work tying back some plants in the hot glade sun.

"Newt!" I headed called out. I knew immediately who it was smiling but trying not to plush as I looked up seeing y/n our only girl. In her little brown shoes, blue jean shorts and blue hoodie she had rolled to her elbows honestly the hoodie actually fell lower then her shorts did, her hair in her usual well twisted braid pinned up around her head she saw me and waved sweetly so I smiled and waved back as she headed over

"Hello" she smiled

"Hi, what's up?"

"May I borrow you?"

"For?"

"A task"

"What kind of task?"

"That's a surprise" she giggled

"Alright" i finished up and followed her out to the deadheads to the small hut we built for her so she could have privacy we headed inside and she shut the door behind us pulling me to sit on her bed "uuuuuuuuuuughh what's going on?"

"I want to practice" she smiled

"Practice…what?" I asked nervously

"My lesson"

".... Please explain"

"You know how I have a massive issue with Clint and Jeff because they don't understand how girls work"

"Yes"

"I'm teaching them a lesson next week a lady lesson so they understand all the things should anything bad happen to me"

"Ohh. Okay. What's that got to do with me?"

"I want to practice make sure it's understandable so I thought I'd use you give you have literally no woman knowledge"

"I have some"

"Do you?" She glared

"Point taken. But okay I'd like to learn"

"Good" she smiled, getting up and fixing her hoodie and getting her sketch pad "behold girl!" She says indicating to herself

"Yes. A very pretty girl"

"Awww thank you newt" she smiled "now firstly to note women tend to have higher pain tolerances"

"Do they?"

"Yes"

"You sure?"

"Yes I am newt"

"Didn't you pinch Gally in the face because he hit your arm"

"I said higher pain tolerances not that I don't get angry about it"

"Okay"

"Next girls do not have an Adam's apple"

"A what?"

"That lump thing on your throat"

"Oh. That's what it's called"

"Yes"

"And girls don't have them"

"Nope" she smiled better showing her neck and it was indeed true

"Why?"

"I don't know newt" she shrugs going to the next page of her sketchbook will a new diagram "now one of the key differences breasts"

"Yes they are uhh noticeable"

"Perv"

"I- it's education!"

"You see with girls there are fatty deposits along with the pectoral muscles giving small or large breasts depending how n the girl"

"Oh, so I can't grow boobs?"

"Your could potentially"

"But I'm not a girl?"

"No but girls and boys have the same uhh general design, you have breasts and even nipples but your hormones basically don't allow them to be like mine"

"Okay. But then how would I get them?"

"Of your hormones changed, or you could just have alot of fat build up and it would give you the look of breasts also applying pressure of you squeezed your boobs for ten minutes everyday they'd like grow to an extent"

"Do you do that?"

"No my boobs grow on there own. I don't want them any bigger"

"Cool"

"Now nipples" she explained and I laughed"grow up"

"Sorry"

"Both boys and girls have them however girls get hard-" she explained and I raised my hand "Yes newt?"

"So do mine"

"Do they?"

"When I'm cold. Yes"

"Hum so do mine. But mine also do it when I'm aroused. Do yours?"

"I'll be honest I've never checked"

"Now the big difference is of course if I girl gets pregnant her breasts slightly change often increasing in size and they begin to produce milk"

"Milk? Like actual… milk?"

"Well breast milk yes. To feed babies"

"Controllably or"

"No not controllably"

"Oh. Hu. I did not know that"

"They also can grow or slightly change feeling such as firmness because of hormonal change such as pregnancy, or being close to a period"

"Interesting"

"I personally find my boobs look great a day before my period"

"Oh are we on to periods?"

"Yes"

"Ah! Good I wish to learn. How the hell they work and also why you get so mad at me"

"I get mad because of my hormones"

"Okay and hormones come from?"

"My body same as yours"

"I see"

"So" she says changing the page to another confusing diagram "a women has a cycle. Most it's about twenty eight days give or take. First the body prepares for the arrival of an egg, the womb creates thick lining to comfort the egg. The egg is released from the overies and travels down the tube and into the womb, of said egg is not fertilized then the womb will shed the lining it created pushing it out"

"Okay. Where does the egg come from?"

"The overies"

"How did it make the egg"

"They don't they merely store them. All the eggs a woman has are already in her overies when she is born so you have a limited amount of eggs"

"Oh, so you only have a set amount of periods in your life time"

"Yes"

"How many?"

"Depends on the woman"

"Fair enough, when you said sheds…"

"Yes it rips it off"

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Yes. Yes it does."

"So your body literally rips its insides out"

"Yes"

"Once a month!"

"Yes"

"And you still go to work?"

"Yes I do, now all do this lining exists the body via the Virginia. I cannot Hold it in. It's not like peeing. It's not controllable. And it happens constanufor roughly two two Seven days"

"So do a week your just bleeding uncontrollably?"

"Yes"

"While being in crippling pain?"

"Yes"

"And Still you go to work!"

"Yes" she giggled

"What happens to the egg?"

"It gets reabsorbed into the body"

"Will it come down again?"

"No when I say reabsorbed I mean turned into like nuriants not like goes back to the overies"

"Oh I'm sorry"

"No no this is all good newt questions are good"

"If the blood coming out is lining what turns it from like fleshy lining to blood like… does it get squished?"

"No it tears as it gets shredded from the walls like… like ripping down wallpaper so you get all the blood and little chunks like bits of flesh in the blood. Sort of like… red snot sort of texture"

"And all of that is just leaking out of you?"

"For a week yes."

"And you catch it with the little cotton thing right I've fetched them for you before"

"Yes newt a pad. I use pads because I think there's easier for me personally it's just a cotton pad you put in your panties and it catches the blood… most of it. Some will go on your legs and of course your self sometimes they leak too or you bleed thought and onto your clothes"

"Are there other things?"

"Yes. Tampons"

"What's a tampon?"

"The same cotton stuff as pads but it's formed into a sort of tube shape with a strong that you push up into your Virginia to prevent the blood coming out and it gets absorbed by the cotton"

"Do they hurt?"

"They can do if you don't get it in right. And if you leave them in to long you could get toxic shock syndrome because your insides are basically a bleeding open wound so it could Get infection called toxic shock which has about a 30-70% mortality rate"

"It can kill you!"

"Yes it can"

"Any other options?"

"We're black and bleed on everything, or a silicon cup again put inside to catch all the blood"

"But you use pads?"

"Yes because I like them better for me but all girls are different"

"When you change a pad? Do you see all the blood and… chucks?"

"Yes"

"And you just go about your day bleeding and cramping and all this stuff just doing everyday things?" I asked on shock

"Newt…"

"Yeah?"

"I'm on a period right now. As I'm talking to you"

"Are you okay! Do you need to sit down! Would you like some toast!" I yelled pulling her into a hug

"I'm fine newt" she giggled

"I'm so sorry. For any time I was annoying or made you do things Im so sorry I didn't understand"

"It's alright come on more lesson"

"Alright" I sighed sitting down again "I'm afraid of what else there is"

"Okay now the female genitals are much different from boys. We've already been over the ovaries, fallopian tubes, womb and virgina all of which is the reproduction section for baby making and periods"

"So if an egg was fertilized you'd be pregnant"

"Indeed"

"And it would be growing inside of you?"

"For nine months yes. Then my cervix would widen and the baby would be forced out"

"That sounds painful"

"The most painful experience known to man yes. It can even rip you open on the way as you push a human head out of an opening roughly the diameter of your dick"

"Ahhhhhh! Please don't ever get pregnant!"

"I'm doing my best" she giggled "anyway so this all one hole the Virginia it has a hymen which is a protective thing but big enough for fingers, dick, tampons and so on it can be damaged which would cause bleeding and alot of pain sex isn't supposed hurt the first time it's just the hymen can be damaged if not done properly but it can repair itself."

"So dick goes in the Virginia"

"Yes newt"

"Okay and periods and baby's come out the Virginia"

"Yes, secondly you have the urethrae"

"Second hole?"

"Yes?"

"Also for dick?"

"God no! That's where girls pee"

"So you don't pee out where babies come out?"

"No"

"Okay makes sense how would you pee of you were pregnant."

"However being pregnant make you pee due to the weight pressing and sometimes you can pee or squirt during sec again mostly just because your pressing near it"

"Okay" I nodded

"Then we have the cliterous"

"The what now?"

"The cliterous is a nerve at the tip of your labia that when rubbed or touched causes amazing pleasure! And can cause the labia and Virginia to start to get 'wet' or creature lubrication in preparation for sex"

"Like precum?" I asked

"Yes similar. The clit or like a dicks head very sensitive"

"And that's what you rub to get a orgasum?"

"Yes"

"And all of this is in the labia?"

"Well the labia is around it like two large flower petals keeping it all safe, and protected" she explained showing a diagram

"Ohh I thought that was all Virginia?"

"No. Labia. Clit. Urethra. Virginia" she explained pointing thought the drawing

"What's down there?"

"The butt"

"Ohh. So this is all like under you between your legs?"

"Yes it is so there you go. Did you learn?"

"I did I learnt alot. Thank you. And again I am so so sorry"

"It's fine newt" she smiled giving me a cuddle

"Is there anything that makes periods feel better?"

"Rubbing my stomach a little does"

"Okay" I smiled being as gentle as I could rubbing her stomach

"Ummm thank you that's nice"

"Your welcome. Anytime I am happy to help. And maybe… once your feeling better maybe I could have a part two of my lesson?"

'oh?"

"Maybe with a practical demonstration? Of… where dicks and fingers go?"

"Umm if your good" she smiled

"I'd be happy to show you how mine works too?"

"Oh please newt it's a dick. You rub it you suck it, it sprays goo everywhere"

".... I wish I could correct you with all the interesting steps but no.. that's pretty much dicks" I laughed kissing her head "you need anything let me know okay?"

"I will go on get back to work" she smiled so I headed out and back to the gardens still a little shell shocked and Minho found me

"You okay?"

"Hummm"

"Newt?"

"Yeah sorry just say though a practice run of y/n's lesson to Clint and Jeff about how women work"

"Oh? You learn anything?"

"Yes. A Lot actually."

"Like"

"Women… women are stronger"

"Debatable" he chuckled

"No. Minho. You do not understand. They are stronger!" I told him

"What else?"

"Cliterous"

"What's a cliterous?"

"How girls orgasum"

"Oh. I thought they orgasumed from there Virginia"

"So did I. Apparently no. It's not even like the clit is in the Virginia it's a separate thing"

"Hu. Interesting anything else?"

"There insides rip out"

"What?"

"The hole inside of there womb like rips it's self off and bleeds out of them every month. That's what a period is Minho! It's a huge open wound inside them bleeding out there is chunks of there insides in the blood as it comes out! And yes it hurts as much as it sounds like it does! There insides shred Minho they shred like wallpaper of there insides! And they just go to work like that!"

"That is … terrifying"

"I know. I just say though a lesson on it! We need to be way nicer to y/n like… way way nicer." I told him "actually excuse me a moment" I told him heading into the glade to find Alby

"Hey newt what's up?"

"I want to give y/n a week off every month. Minimum. With food considerations. And anything else I can get for her"

"Why?"

"Because you know she's prepping a talk for Clint and Jeff about medical stuff for girls?"

"Yes"

"I just sat thought a practice run of it"

"Okay"

"We need to be way way way nicer to her. You have no idea how bad it is for girls"

"She's probably just exaggerated the pain to scare you newt" he says

"No. I'm serious sit thought her lesson. In fact I think everyone has to sit through that lesson. You don't understand until you actually understand"

"Okay maybe we'll make her give it to the whole glade then"

"Good. And then you'll give her the immensities I asked for"

"We'll see" he says

"And that is how girls work" she explained finishing her lesson to the glade leaving everyone in stunned silence

"So?" I asked Alby beside me "can she have the time off?"

"Absolutely" he nods

"Girls are terrifying" Minho muttered as everyone slowly went back to work to think and I gave y/n a cuddle

"Extra time off is granted"

"I did say I didn't need it"

"Well it's there just incase. So we can probably take care of you" I smiled giving her head a kiss "on that note is it… Still?"

"Finished yesterday"

"So maybe I could get my practical lesson"

"Later if your a good newt. And you hand in your homework" she smiled giving me a kiss and taking her book back to her hut

"I had homework!"

"Yes you did"

"Oh no" I sighed

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vivithefolle · 2 years

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Hello! I just wanted to pop by and say I’m sorry for spamming your blog with likes and reblogs the last couple days. I just was desperately looking for Ron content I hadn’t seen before and kinda fell in love with your blog (I also found you on Quora and love your answers there also)! I’d keep going back even further than I made it (sorry if that’s creepy) if I didn’t keep losing my spot and having to scroll all the way back to where I was (stupid phone). I want to be as bold as you are when it comes to defending Ron. He’s my hyperfixation and the way you passionately defend him is amazing. You take no shit and don’t let anyone make you feel bad for loving Ron. I love your fight back attitude because you’re right - Ron fans have spent decades fighting for our lives in this godforsaken fandom. Anyways, thank you for inspiring me to be loud and proud about defending Ron. It’s becoming a hobby of mine.

Don't be sorry! I'm glad you enjoyed my blog! Do keep in mind though that I've been... needlessly aggressive in the past, over sometimes misunderstandings. I can be much too angry, so... be careful. I tend to forget that behind the messages, there's another human being... ... a human being that's also a Ron-bashing asshole, yes, but a human being nonetheless.

Anyway yeah!! It's exhausting how much casual Ron-hate is still tossed around, and how even Romione shippers will call shitty toxic tropes "cute :)". Yeah sure, maybe Hermione saying "oh Ron you're MY idiot :)" was cute once. But when you've seen over a thousand fics where Hermione calls Ron "MY idiot :)" while Ron gets cruxified the SECOND he's upset at her, yeah that's not being a Ron fan, that's just being a Mary Suemione simp.

I should really finish my fanfictions, show an example of what kind of content I wish Romione could be. Enough of the bootlicking for Hermione, enough excuses for her, enough of thinking that her academic results are somehow proof of her being on another level of being. I hate that kind of thinking. People really have no idea what school does to kids, do they?

Other folks have talked about it before, and it's true, that a lot of Ron-hate is steeped in social issues. Classism, elitism, sexism, ableism, puritanical Calvinist bullshit from the USA's finest """Christians""". The notion of Ron being "useless" and how that means he shouldn't be friends with Harry and Hermione... like, my guy, you know that's the way Voldemort thinks right?

It's kind of astonishing how badly this fandom misses the point of the whole series (it's not like Rowling was being subtle about it!!), but then these are the idiots that worship Draco Malfoy and claim he was redeemed when his last action pre-Epilogue was to claim he was on the Death Eater's side. If that's the role model these folks want then no wonder they can't appreciate Ron: Ron actually recognized when he fucked up and actually apologized and tried to do better, while Draco was saying racial slurs and showed no remorse aside from that time he cried about how murdering people is hard. Of course the fandom of folks who believe that Harry should forgive Malfoy when Malfoy never apologized would assume that Ron is a bad guy: can you believe that Ron shows remorse? Remorse is for weak people. Only cool people don't have remorse, because that means they have nothing to regret. That's how it works right?

Anyway. The HP fandom sucks, it's a cesspool of bigoted jerks that like to pretend they're really progressive but are just a mirror of their much-loathed author whom they still worship through Hermione dearest. Rowling's books teach us that it's okay to impose your ideas onto the "lesser" peoples because it's for their own good, that a few performative words about how you think everyone is equal is enough to have you branded "tolerant" even your other behaviour is the polar opposite (see how Hermione will chide Ron for being "racist" towards giants when he points out that they're violent... only to be a quivering terrified mess in front of Grawp, yeah, I can smell the tolerance from here), and OF COURSE, that girly girls are dumb sluts here to steal yo man. Oh and also that the man is always to blame, and if he's feeling hurt by something, it's invalid unless he's an orphan.

This fandom sucks, but that's the only place where there's a tiny chance to find actually decent Ron content. Woe.

#vivi answers #harry potter #hp fandom #ron weasley #ron weasley defense squad #ron weasley defence squad #romione #hermione granger #hp meta

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dprpnshmntlf · 8 months

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Money was a bit tight this year because I quit my job to go back to school. We decided to find a roommate to help us with the rent. Little did we know we’d be getting more than we bargained for.

We went through several candidates, but it always fell through for one reason or another, until we received an email from a stern looking gentleman, old enough to be our dad. But he met all our criteria and he said he could move in right away, so we invited him to move in with us.

For the first couple weeks, everything went s you’d expect. He’d stay out of our business and our conversations were limited to brief hellos in the common areas.

One night, he came out of his room at around 12am to find me on the couch, as I normally am at that hour. He paused and stared at me for a moment. “What are you doing still up, young man?” His tone was different. I’d never heard it before. Not angry, but firm.

I explained that I’m always up this late. He shook his head and told me that was an unacceptable answer and that I needed to watch my tone. I gave him a weird look and tried to wave him off, deciding that this conversation was not one I wanted to be part of anymore. He decided that I did need to continue this conversation.

He walked over to me and said, “Young man, your bedtime is 9pm on a school night. And I will not tolerate you breaking rules, nor giving me attitude.”

I decided this guy must be crazy or going through some kind of mental break, thinking I am his kid or something. He continued, “If you’re going to give up working, like grownups do, to go back to school, like children do, then you will be treated as nothing more than a little schoolboy. And that means you will be subject to the same discipline as they are.”

I wasn’t sure what he was getting at, but I started to feel that he wasn’t crazy. He knew exactly what he was saying and he was dead serious. Without a word, his large hands reached under my armpits and effortlessly lifted me off the couch. I tried to struggle, but he had a grip like nothing I’d ever felt before. He sat on my spot on the couch and set me down on his knee, still not letting go at all.

“Young man, I expect to see improvements in your behavior. You will show me the respect I am owed and you will go to bed on time from now on. It’s for your own good. And in order to make sure you learn this lesson, you’re gettin’ a spankin’ over my knee.”

Without even a pause, he flipped me over his knee, yanked down my pajamas, and started spanking my diapers. I couldn’t believe it, but there was nothing I could do to stop him. He spanked me good and hard until I was kicking and crying akin to the naughty little boy I was dressed like.

I obviously did not enjoy it and wanted it to stop, but it had a cathartic effect on me. Getting those tears out released some kind of angst in me and by the end, I was quietly sobbing, but felt more at peace than I had in years. Something about surrendering control and submitting to a father figure gave me tremendous relief.

When he was done, he sat me back down on his lap and held me for a minute, explaining that he didn’t like doing that, but I needed it and he would not hesitate to do it again. I responded with, “Yes, sir.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say and I didn’t need to.

He told me to go to bed, without letting me pick up my pants that had flung across the room amidst my flurry of kicks. I was normally too embarrassed to go to bed with my diaper exposed, but tonight I didn’t have a choice.

My wife somehow slept through that whole first incident, but was treated to a front row seat the next morning, when I approached the breakfast table, only to be stopped by him. “Let’s get this diaper checked.” My wife was surprised by this statement, only to be shocked when he easily lifted me from the back of my diaper’s waistband, suspending me in the air in front of him with only a single arm. He then used his other hand to feel and squeeze all over my diaper before pulling my butt up to his nose to give me a thorough smell check. I submitted to this, as I now recognized him as the dominant man in this house. He finally said, “Young man, it’s a responsible thing to wear a diaper in case of an accident, but it’s another thing all together to actually use it. This thing is soaked. Schoolboys are too old to be wetting diapers. You know what’s coming.”

“Yes, sir,” I could only look down, too afraid to even think about looking over to my wife. Without any resistance, he guided me over to the couch, and laid me down on my back, lifting my legs up in the air, not dissimilar to a child getting his diaper changed. In that position, I couldn’t really move and really had nowhere else to look except right at my disciplinarian. He began administering another round of punishment, applying firm swats to the seat of my diaper.

After several minutes of smacking and crying, he stopped and said, “Son, I’m going to ask you a question and your spanking is not going to stop until you get the answer right… Who’s your daddy?”

“W-what?” I could barely blubber out through my tears. Another swift set of smacks occurred. “I said, who is your daddy?” I remained silent for a second, contemplating the implications of my answer, before another bout of spankings began. I succumbed to the pain and cried out, loud and clear, “You! You’re my daddy, you’re my daddy! Please stop spanking me, Daddy!” It was hard to get me to say it, but once it was out, it felt like a perfectly natural thing for me to say. Like I secretly wanted to say it all along and finally could. “Good boy,” was all he said in return, before patting my butt a couple more times.

This whole spanking occurred right in front of my wife. She watched her husband, a grown man, wearing nothing but a diaper, bawling his eyes out, while getting spanked by another man (his daddy apparently), in what could only be described as the most childish spanking pose imaginable. Needless to say, this marked a huge shift in our relationship.

I wasn’t sure exactly what my wife’s reaction would be, but I was surprised that it was complete and instant agreement. While I was standing, facing the corner following my spanking, my wife began chatting with him about him spanking me. She actually thanked him and asked if he’d be willing to do it again at her request. He agreed.

From that day forward, my misdeeds were met with a, “Just wait til your father gets home, young man.” I am spanked almost daily. I’d be lying if I said I loved it, but it would also be a lie if I said I wanted it to stop. Schoolboys get spankings. It’s the only way they learn.

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silversatoru · 3 years

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play-thing — part one

gojo satoru x getou suguru x f!reader

t/w: nsfw 18+, dark content, drugging, manipulation, noncon/dubcon, oral (f!receiving), nipple play, this story contains very dark themes so please do not read it you’re sensitive to any of these topics

synopsis: suguru and satoru are missing something in their lives, and who better to manipulate than an lonely, impressionable girl who just moved to tokyo from another city. they’re willing to take extreme measures to transform you into their perfectly submissive little play-thing.

wc: 1.9k

suguru and satoru do everything together; live in the same house, work at the same company, even share a closet of the most expensive clothes, but something was missing. they both felt it, the empty space between them, and they were determined to find the perfect piece to fill the gaping hole in their lives.

and you practically fell right into the palm of their hands, in a local grocery store of all places. a pretty little thing with a freshly broken heart who’d just moved here from a neighboring city. no friends, no family nearby, anxious and impressionable and desperately in need of a couple capable men to show her around. it all started with an innocent question: “hey, sorry to bother you guys, but could you tell me where the baking aisle is?”

how you ended up here you still weren't quite sure.

“let us take you on a tour of the city tonight,” satoru had cooed at you.

“there’s a few really nice bars, we could grab some drinks,” suguru added, both their voices smooth and terrifyingly persuasive.

but they seemed nice enough, and you weren't in any position to be picky with making friends right now — after all, you’d have to get accustomed to the city somehow, right?

wear something pretty, satoru had winked at you before you parted ways and continued your shopping, and for some reason you were very inclined to do as he said. they were both intimidatingly attractive and you weren’t exactly sure what their dynamic was yet, but you decided that if you ended up in bed with one of them tonight, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

you’d chosen a short and silky black dress, something elegant but classic that would absolutely catch the eyes of both men. and it did, satoru’s eyes glazing over your body several times before he even bothered to say hello to you. suguru was less obvious, his dark eyes giving you a quick once-over before giving you a warm smile and wrapping his arm around your shoulders as the three of you entered the first bar.

it was small, dimly lit with a few lanterns and packed tight with people. a little too crowded for your level of comfort, so you stuck closely to the sides of suguru and satoru as they led you deeper into the pub. the dark-haired male gestured towards an empty seat at the end of the countertop, the two of them standing on either side of you after you slid into it. satoru spoke with an impressive level of charisma, ordering three of the same drink from the bartender — who he seemed to know quite well.

taking a few sips of the liquor did wonders for you initial anxiety, and the casual conversation with both men was helping you to settle in as well.

so, where are you from?

what made you want to move to tokyo?

what do you do for a living?

you were painfully oblivious to how the conversation stayed entirely centered around you; you still hadn’t learned anything about the two men, but they were learning everything about you.

an hour or so in, a warm dizziness began to swirl around the inside of your head, slowly exacerbating until you felt like you were about to tumble out of your seat. you’d only had a couple drinks, and you normally handled your alcohol fairly well, so why did you feel absolutely sloshed right now?

“guys, i think maybe-” you turned towards your two tour guides and crashed forward into suguru’s chest without warning.

“think you went a little heavy, toru?” he scooped his hands under your plump ass and lifted your unconscious body into his muscularly arms.

“not my fault she has no tolerance,” satoru shrugged, throwing some cash on the counter, “might be easier with her like this anyway”.

“i suppose,” suguru clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth, “stupid girl, didn’t your parents teach you not to trust strangers so easily?”

the two of them casually made their way out of the bar together, making jokes about how poorly you handle your liquor to anyone who gave them a questionable look — but the bar was so loud and jam-packed with people that they made it out without any incident.

you were slow to come out of your sleepy haze, head nodding up and down as you struggled to maintain consciousness and take in the scenery around you. in a futile attempt to brush some hair out of your face you realized your hands were tightly secured behind your back. panic immediately flooded your system, chest tightening and hot tears brimming at the edges of your eyes.

“just a precaution, angel,” suguru came walking into your hazy vision, a warm smile on his face as he tucked the loose strands of hair behind your ears, “how are you feeling?”

“wha-, whaaat happen- ed?” your words were garbled, your brain barely able to form them.

“don’t worry about it,” satoru appeared next to suguru, “you just drank a little too much, but we’ll take good care of you, won’t we suguru?”

“of course, no need for you to worry about anything anymore,” he gave an affirmative nod.

“i don’t think-” you wracked your brain for any recollection of what had happened tonight, but you found nothing, “i don’t th- think i — understand”.

“you will soon,” satoru flashed a bright smile, but it wasn’t nearly as inviting as the first time you saw it. this time it was eerie, evil, threatening — what exactly was he talking about?

your brain was quickly turning to absolute mush, your vision getting darker and foggier than it already was as you tried to hang on to the sound of their voices.

just relax

we’re gonna make you feel good, you wanna feel good, princess?

you want us to make you feel better?

“mhm,” you gave them a slow nod. you did want them to make you feel better! you felt groggy and confused and nauseas! so of course you said yes! that is what they were asking? right?

you felt the bed shift around you, several hands tracing over your skin and gently pushing you onto your back. you tried to question them, tried to form the words, but your brain was unable to produce a single word or movement at this point.

a hot tongue connected with the side of your neck, lips latched onto the skin and sucking gently on the sensitive area. another mouth was on your inner thigh, sucking a little harder and undoubtedly leaving a small marking. you subconsciously let out a squeaky, shaky breath, the warmth of their tongues eliciting a response in your doped-up body.

goosebumps raked through your body when you felt a pair of slender fingers slip under your dress and brush over the thin material of your panties. it was satoru, his middle and index fingers prodding at your clothed cunt and sending jolts through your legs. meanwhile suguru continued to cover your neck in sloppy kisses, one of his large hands groping at your covered breasts.

your brain had gone numb, from the drugs, the confusion, the terribly intoxicating pleasure. you hated how clueless you were, how useless your body was right now, but what you hated most of all was that you weren’t even trying to fight back. their touch felt good — too good for you to ask them to stop.

it wasn’t long before satoru’s fingers were replaced with his mouth, his tongue running up and down the fold in your panties and absolutely soaking the material with his saliva. he groaned from the taste, getting just as much pleasure from this as you were. he was quick to push the fabric to the side, sliding his tongue against your sticky folds with hunger and urgency. he lapped at your cunt, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue and evoking a series of twitches from your lazy body.

“be gentle with her” suguru’s voice sounded far off in the distance as he mumbled into your chest.

satoru heeded to the other man’s instructions, slowing his pace and going more gentle on your sensitive, puffy clit. suguru found your hardened nipples through your thin dress, rolling them in his fingers and enhancing the already blissful feeling you were getting from satoru’s tongue.

the two of them working together was incomprehensibly euphoric, your stomach coiling into tight knots with each swipe of his tongue. without warning he dove even deeper, his tongue shooting into your cunt while his nose rubbed against your throbbing bundle of nerves. between that and suguru giving your nipples a sudden tug, your body was crashing with waves of pleasure — strangled moans and pitiful whimpers the only sounds that your mouth could produce.

it was a near-holy experience, the feeling of the sedatives pumping through your veins as satoru tongued your pussy and suguru massaged your breasts through your heightened orgasm. you felt like you were floating, the room was spinning, and then everything went dark.

a real shame that you wouldn’t be able to remember any of it by the time you woke up.

bright sunlight pierced through your eyelids the following morning, forcing you awake and causing you to jolt up. you were laying in a large bed that was situated at the back of a rather large room, fitted silk sheets cool under your skin. confused of what happened and where you were, you stood from the bed and made your way to the door, feet patting on the soft carpeted floor.

when you opened the door you entered a long hallway that led to a wide stairway covered in the same fluffy carpeting. two voices were laughing and talking beneath you, and curiosity fueled your motivation to walk down the stairs and into an open-concept kitchen and living room.

satoru and suguru, the two men from yesterday were busy at the stove, pancakes and bacon sizzling away on two cast-iron pans. they wore matching aprons, suguru’s reading chef daddy, and satoru’s reading mr. good-lookin’ is cookin’.

who the fuck were these guys?

“feeling better?” suguru was the first to notice you loitering at the edge of the room.

“yeah, how are you? didn’t picture you to be such a heavy drinker,” satoru laughed, flipping a pancake with grace.

you didn’t remember much, nothing past sitting down at the bar with them. you weren’t much for getting wasted but you were plagued with more stress than usual lately — maybe you really let yourself go last night.

“ah, sorry about that, I don’t even remember what i did, honestly,” you shrugged, “thanks for looking out for me though, where’s my stuff?”

“in a hurry to leave? stay for breakfast,” suguru brushed off your question with a captivating smile, his eyes squinting together in the most adorable way.

“we insist,” satoru chimed in, humming as he continued to focus on the sweet-smelling food.

and so you stayed, which was probably the worst mistake that you’d made in the past twenty-four hours of countless terrible mistakes.

part one | part two

a/n: im on a yandere/dark content kick today i cant help it. anyway if u wanna be tagged when i post part two lemme know :) and if u want some yandere megumi go read @katslutski ‘s tell me

(ily kat <33 so happy to have someone to get into very specific obsessions with)

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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SuperM as Boyfriends Headcanon

↪ caro’s note. extra long version because i miss ‘em. best boys, they’re all bf material to the moon and back ♡

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○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub play, shibari, female reader, grinding, poly mentions, threesomes, face-sitting, femdom & vanilla, smut and fluff

⌈ ten

— motto: they won’t underestimate me for long.

most of your social environment is gonna be confused by ten at the beginning

and don’t really get what he’s all about

or think he’s like whatever, some random guy in a tank top

acting peculiar

finding him kind of hard to gauge

some of your family and relatives might even think he’s totally unusual and a sneaky fuckboy making you mad

they seriously wonder what you see in him

down the line that perception has turned by 180 degrees

as it should

ten becomes more irreplaceable, relatable, beautiful, perfect and impressive the more you know him

he’s not as mysterious and impossibly badass as everyone assumes

his personality is very approachable to you

and you find him interesting in every aspect, looks to hobbies to background to personal habits

and also opinions because ten is a guy who really thinks stuff through

so you gotta be roughly on the same wavelength

he likes discussing controversial and complicated stuff a lot for sure

being far wiser than his age suggests

you are the first to share those things with him until the rest of the world catches up to this gem of a person

spending so much time with you

in the most personal way he can

he takes you to see the floating markets in bangkok, you spend the summer in thailand

wakeboarding and playing badminton

his entire family knows you inside out at some point this shit is serious

it’s very important to him to go back to the roots every now and then

and that you have been around his home city as well

getting to enjoy the area and time together eating the most savory delicacies

renting a boat and paddling you around to the important spots, he can explain any question you have

this kissing is gonna be so romantic

who needs a vacation in venice when you can go to thailand with none other than ten himself as your ferryman let that sink in

except eating durian there he is, the boyfriend who can do anything!

with seemingly no effort

ten does little kind services of love for you throughout the day

he pours you herbal tea, fixes some furniture (he’s surprisingly good at tinkering), comes home from the bakery with your favorite pastry, does the laundry with your favorite fabric softener

he also goes on a huge shopping spree with you monthly because fashion is key in this household and it’s tremendous fun

you giggle when he puts on oversized shirts deliberately to look funny

everyone in the clothing store will think oh man what an adorable pair

ten will model the living hell out of the entire stock

and buy you the cape you really really want as a birthday present

said item turns out to be your favorite couple accessory

because you can sit next to each other on a bench at the river and wear it

what’s not to love about a portable blanket

of course he will take to instagram and make it such a cool thing, photographies of you wearing really cool coats and jackets

mirror bathroom selfies together as well, with a back hug, the classic

and not just for insta

you snuggle a lot generally

ten is always available for affection

and accepts all PDA

he’s a kitty after all, he loves the warmth of your body more than you know

remember how taemin said ten’s hands are always cold, newsflash not anymore since you stuff them into the pocket of your hoodie whenever you can

and hello sir your paws will be nice and cozy on my waist

or hand in hand when you waltz through your apartment

time for dance is a must

oh my god ten is so good at all of this

although say he’s definitely faster into latin than standard genres

tango argentino, he loves flamenco as well

don’t believe me? ten is a diehard rosalía stan!

vamos

so, no-brainer, expect a lot of dancy stuff

that escalates into wild, passionate fucking

which probably looks like an aggressive form of couple exercises

you poor sore souls

ten’s lil kitty butt is falling apart from all the “i can handle a bigger one!”-level pegging and you have aching legs all over

favorite position? full nelson

if you ask me ten’s ass is probably so carved out by the end of this you could fit lucas and kai in there from head to toe

this is not for the faint of heart

sex with this guy is extra cardio

and if you’re into that a threesome is gonna go down sooner or later

with our girl lisa

there. i said it

miss manoban in those knee-high boots, grinding her thighs between yours and you finishing off on ten’s face? the fucking hottest thing ever i need a moment wow

i don’t have to tell you how orgasmic this is gonna be

steamy sex life with ten very recommended

⌈ kai

— motto: you’re like a precious rose. i’ll protect you forever.

to be straightforward with you

he is in so heavily in demand it’s madness

to give you an idea of the scale

mark is basically occupied by yuta until the end of time

but kai has an entire idol fanclub on top of all erigoms

those sharp moves did not go unnoticed

he gets an inkigayo sandwich every other day

jesus christ

if rent-a-sexy-bf.com was a thing kai would be the most requested

his phone would be blowing up with contracts like

and you also have to pass kyungsoo’s vibe check

and taemin’s

the road to being kai’s gf is indeed the way of the samurai

i mean honestly: kim jongin is without a doubt the hardest member to get a date with

this has got to be the most selective man of the entire industry or something

if he likes you he REALLY likes you

and he will be the one showing initiative

because he wants to make it clear he isn’t just spending time out of politeness or something

although it’s pretty logical that if kai was unable to reject someone he would no longer be an idol but a harem husband busy every hour of the day

seoul would be able to found its own village

kai town

where like 70% of the population is pregnant

but since kai wants to keep on dancing obviously and he wants to lend his heart to only one person

seoul has to settle with a singular nini family house instead of a kai district

where you and the man himself are a full-fledged household basically since kai’s nieces double as actual kids

if you wanna be a young ass ‘mom but not mom with kids’ and be married to kim kai this is it

does he have a thing for milfs or something

that thought just came to my mind

anyway you’re mommy anyway wink wink

fucking til’ dawn until even his muscles hurt

going raw at the gym together

him cooking the most random food with the infamous waffle maker

cuddling with an army of teddy bears surrounding you

walking the dogs with the sexiest dancer alive

and the sexiness is only the tip of the iceberg

we know he’s all-round amazing

kai is the king of figuring out ways to chill out with you anywhere anytime

and yes innocent chilling

...unless you’re in the mood for something else

up to you

anyway

sweet innocent chilling for now... with the stunner... just smooching at best things aren’t going raw or anything

on the couch in the kitchen in the car when it’s parked somewhere in nature

kai takes you very seriously and is a great listener

he’s literally so respectful and open-minded i can’t

he will keep your secrets and stand up for you if it’s ever needed

yes he is extremely caring and invested

kai does not tolerate others being shady towards you

if there’s an instance where you are hurt and unable to assert yourself don’t worry. he knows how to confront others with measure but a firm determination.

kai takes a lot of that responsibility but only to the degree where you are comfortable

i think you get what i mean by that

and he is diplomatic instead of plain patronizing

you have a right to be protected. it means he not only treats you well, but also makes sure your well-being isn’t disturbed in any other way outside of the relationships

outside influences aren’t to be underestimated

and since kai is a godly man you encounter a lot of jealousy from others

a matter he will take into his hands since he knows he’s the reason

standing up for you also means saying no

to these jealous voices so this is an important boundary he has to draw

that all kinds of hellbent people want to get into his pants and take his stage image too literally is not up to you to fix

kai is there for you to enjoy and love not to defend

that’d be exhausting and beside the point

kai prevents stress and negativity to come to you

i hope i explained this well he doesn’t do this to be bossed up or make you weak it’s because he wants to make life easier for you

guys being protective will be chalked up as chauvinistic these days. often rightfully so

but what i mean is that kai support you in all regards so you won’t be at a disadvantage or feel terrible about something

⌈ taeyong

— motto: we’ll take good care. enjoy the pleasure.

he’s the type of boyfriend who will ask you about things he missed out on while he was busy

things um from the internet

while mark literally knows that one by heart already taeyong will ask you things like what the wellerman song is

and you thought it would be something nsfw

i got you fooled

did we forget that the man literally watched nct memes on youtube

taeyong is both even more 18+ than you think but also even more innocent than you think it’s complicated

this man is just hard to describe he’s so different, i mean every person is unique but he’s an original it’s the extra mile you know

anyway

sea shanties

bopping to it all day since he just heard it

singing it while he prepares dinner based on a youtube recipe video as he often does

he’s the most adorable person ever ever ever

asking you why shanties are back in fashion

(good question, requires a deeper sociocultural analysis i reckon)

planning to remix one for his soundcloud lmao i kid you not

maybe your favorite shanty

featuring fast-pace rap and all

creating his own previously unknown phrases and shit like that you know him

palazzo rocco lemon detox flashbacks

he’s hilarious i swear

taeyong will produce his own shanties for you can you imagine

as he says: my happiness is your happiness

watch out he will drop a shanty music video with extra krumping moves

taeyong is a never-ending source of pure crack

prepare to laugh a lot like, a lot lot

how can a man who seemingly has such a serious outlook on life and such a bonkers kinda face be so lighthearted

it’s like he’s peter pan or something

especially since he has to manage like over 20 brats in nct his cutesy behavior towards you as his gf will stand out to you

yeah so to be clear we all know he’s the cute one in the relationship

and guess who wears the pants

that’s always you ma’am don’t deny it

or wait

not for long actually because they come off um physically

but not metaphorically

because who doesn’t wanna sit on his face tbh

your favorite reserved spot

he loves it

taeyong has such a thing for your body it’s ridiculous

mister lee got a sexy mama

and you have such a thing for the gloriousness that is him

but neither of you will not admit it as openly as other people would think

all there is... is being flustered

baekhyun probably has to play some cupid now and then

and give you some ideas

like gifting taeyong plushies and things like that

baekhyun knows what taeyong is all about so the advice is very welcome

but most things you find out for yourself

by being a little braver with him you know

you walking around naked in the apartment or basically fresh out the shower with nothing but a towel

will shake up taeyong so immensely, he will back himself against a wall without you even pinning him there lmao!

jeez he’s so deep into kinky stuff but easily shook anyway

i quote him again: “born to be cute, i dunno!”

you can imagine the overwhelm when you rub yourself against him like it’s nobody’s business

it’s so much fun to give taeyong a regular horny meltdown not gonna lie

this man was grinding his whole body all over the superm stage and now he’s basically freezing up and drooling

how many denied and ruined orgasms he’s gonna get, so much overstimulation all the way

you’ll lose count of it

and just how wet you’re gonna be

is a thing for the history books

taeyong isn’t such a big deal in nct for no reason god gave him every talent

so great sex is obviously in his repertoire

i think you’re gonna break some records for most fucks per week

you know... guys like lucas taemin kai and baekhyun spend more time wooing and teasing and flirting

but taeyong gets down to business

one glance is enough

⌈ lucas

— motto: the hottest couple around.

ah, big boy

you really got this man’s attention

doing nothing much at all really

he probably just saw you walking around talking to friends

carrying an impossibly huge veggie burger munching and enjoying yourself after going on a jog

yeah boy that’s how you catch his eye

they say love begins in the stomach and that is the true meaning

or the nose, your food smells really good, lucas is going crazy, he’s seeing stars and shit

anyway

the towering burger isn’t the only thing he wants

lucas cannot get you out of his mind no matter how much he tries to distract himself

with more good food, movies, games

fooling around with wayv or the superm maknaes, and working out

he’s admittedly... a little himbo head over himbo heels with you the feels got to him

he’s not gonna say it’s a date he’s just gonna invite you just because

to hang out in the kitchen while taeyong cooks and baekhyun comes up with the idea to play twister

imagine lucas with his long arms and legs bending himself all over the place

fighting with kai who almost crashed his shoulders into taemin who avoided the accident quickly

making you lose a round

obviously lucas will hustle until your team wins

mostly because he’s so tall and baekhyun is so small which is a huge advantage when stacking each other over the map

let’s just face it baekhyun only suggested this game to bite everyone’s butts and to see you have skinship with lucas

which is definitely a successful plan of the leader

yukhei is in paradise

jumping around his room like an oversized bunny after you went home

don’t lie, you fell hard for him as well he’s just such a presence

emotionally, physically

a gentle but persistent giant

he’ll do anything to make your relationship happen once he knows you’re interested

if there’s someone meant to be a boyfriend it’s gotta be him come on

he will cave in after a while and admit he can’t just forget about you

not gonna lie

your ex is gonna be shaking in his ratty boots

his poor eyes will literally jop from their unexpecting sockets

when he sees lucas hanging out with you

with his shining blonde hair and tall stature, that perfect shapely body, with great fashion on top of that

looking like your guardian angel

man, xuxi really does

pulling you out of your slump that’s been going on for months

and bringing back smiles and a good time he knows how to do that best

and big big hugs of course

you can imagine how soothing and grounded it feels with such huge arms around you

he will make sure that feeling is always there when you need it

because you deserve that treatment

which means he will come over very very often

yeah get ready for how yukhei is a lot more driven than you think just dial and he will be there

underneath the meme surface is someone very determined who really really wants you

yukhei is chaotic good incarnate but in that area he isn’t messing around

his brain is like: “gotta be with her”

on repeat

he must call you, he literally can’t sleep without tying loose ends together as quickly as possible

no second wasted with this guy, even far down the relationship timeline

i really pity your ex

i mean someone dating any superm member would drive their former partner completely nuts

but lucas is a special case

he has that kind of look and aura that makes other guys dig themselves into the ground like wiggling worms or cope by fanboying over him

i don’t wanna make this sound like a competition and yet — congrats on your noodly blondie boyfriend alright

⌈ mark

— motto: two nerds in love.

how to explain this. mark is a perfect balance of a lover, a talker, and a shy bean

with a tendency toward bean

and flicking the bean

you know

cutting right to the chase are we

mark is very invested in pleasing you as good as he can

and defeating his awkwardness

because if we know one thing it’s that he always strives to become better and better like he can’t help it

and isn’t afraid of almost biting off more than he can chew

how many subunits is he part of at this point is it gonna be nct hollywood as well god dangit

back to the point mark doesn’t treat relationships and sex as something static which is a good and rare thing

he does his best and always looks for room to improve

while being very nervous, very bilingual, it takes two languages or more to express what he thinks about you let that sink in

that’s very shaky first date sex while being extremely in love with each other

lucky you

and an afterglow where he plays the guitar for you

that’s so nice

he can play it while laying down and shit

while singing

not rapping, actual full-fledged serenading

we’ve heard how that sounds in the relay cam

are you dating some kind of teenage heartthrob or something huh

mark will make it very clear he’ll stick around, this bad bitch is here to stay

or actually, he’s a good bitch, don’t misunderstand

mark doesn’t have a lot of edgy in him unless rap is concerned

he’s the kinda guy to get lost in IKEA with

having a good time

as often as his schedule permits

you really have to make use of your time together

this man might as well the busiest idol out there

and you are no different because birds of a feather

you’re both mr. and ms. independent

out and about very often

so meeting up becomes something special during comeback season

or wait mark always has a comeback going on

which is a double-edged sword but something you both know you signed up for

which is why you spend a lot of time around NCT dream, 127, and SuperM

sm’s publicity agents have to work extra hard i’m telling you

a dating rumor is the last thing both of you would need

since you befriend several members you gotta stay on the low as well

but hey the rage of jealous people of the public is nothing compared to the force of nature that is yuta nakamoto

who seriously thinks himself threatened and robbed

in case you are feeling possessive as well...

...you might have to fistfight yuta

to be able to be with mark

who is basically property of osaka at this point

yuta is a scorpio that’s just the way it is

unlike taeyong who wishes his rap buddy the best, yuta kinda wants to be mark’s wingman and see him date, live his best life

but also have mark for himself to fawn over and to adore, to be fascinated by

we get it yuta. bisexual struggles. very understandable

you have to promise in person that mark doesn’t forget about the holy gaming nights with yuta

which is hilarious since that’s not up to you but mark’s memory

bestie, yuta uses everyone as a scapegoat don’t sweat it too much

regardless you put a weekly reminder on the fridge

so the roaring lion yuta would be pacified

he doesn’t want to lose his sweetheart can you blame him

the ultimate but also most risky solution is obviously inviting yuta for movies

which will be appreciated but also cause a storm

mark will definitely break a sweat when you start a popcorn war or try to prove who hugs mark the best

caught in the middle of mayhem is mark lee’s specialty what did you expect

this either ends with murder or a chaotic open relationship down the line

yuta really is attached but who wouldn’t be

it could be worse mark has double the love you know

⌈ baekhyun

— motto: you wanna know why i’m your candy?

baby tell me are you ridin’?

in fair verona where we lay our scene...

that baekhyun always wants to woo you — his way, which proves to be very interesting to say the least — is never hard to miss

putting in effort is mochi default mode

no matter what stage of the relationship you’re in

he might as well regularly serenade you under your balcony in the backyard just because

probably singing ‘baby we can stay up’ and wiggling his ass in all directions because he’s a dirty boy gone wild

yeah. nowadays romeo is twerking instead of feuding with tybalt

that’s good for him and everyone involved

you in particular because you get some very racy eye candy

you know how baekhyun is

at least nobody’s around seeing him put on an 18+ show like that

your little guy is one unhinged fella

if it starts pouring he will grind up and down the next lantern and belt out ‘singing in the rain’

you bet he can do some actual pole dance

he’s strong and bendy you know

and loves to gyrate his whole bag of bones like... he wants to hit you with all the body rolls

in the rain

what a freaky man

but hey you wanna stay up for sure

doesn’t take long until you beckon him to come upstairs

where the only way to alleviate him of his wet clothes—

oh well he has those roger rabbit vibes and you can’t be mad at it

he will play off all his hormonal antics

baekhyun is hilarious

and so perverted, he can keep up with your spicy idea of playing patty-cake don’t worry

how do i know you’re an extra nsfw kinda person?

who else would like baekhyun

he says juicy things all the time

and does juicy things

yes. finally a couple on eye level indeed.

when baekhyun asks are you ridin’ you ask how hard

bruh

this is gonna be fun

and remember

beside handing you sacks of money

his priority is always to make you smile

i’m kidding about the bags but

baekhyun is so rich it’ll show in your relationship, but he’s more about the interactions with you rather than the lifestyle

baekhyun didn’t hustle for a bentley he hustled to sing and get out of sm alive alright

financial stability: important

luxury: very nice to have, he can make you the presents you want to have and travel a lot together

but smiles: baekhyun priority

because he so badly wants to know you love him and adore him, he sometimes feels so insecure

of course you do

you always reassure him with your reactions

it’s very important to him don’t underestimate it

baekhyun has always been talking about his ideal type in terms of how he can cheer her up

so even the naughtiest sexy time evenings are gonna be filled with all giggles

anyway other than that your pussy will be dripping

because this guy is as horny as all other members of super m combined

and you have your ways of leaving him tongue-tied and wrists-tied

taemin’s impact

superm isn’t short of bondage supplies we all know that

so yeah. shibari baekhyun is gonna happen

since he does pilates imagine what kinda shapes you can bend this lil guy into

and take some pictures

privé is in trouble

bondage model baekhyun is bursting onto the scene

you might even run a risque blog that features cropped pictures with him

heh — you think people will recognize him by his body?

nope

first: you only upload HD pictures that aren’t whitewashed

baekhyun is basically never photographed like that

second: who expects baekhyun to be featured on a bdsm blog with his girlfriend

and this is the guy that drives you around in his expensive car with his big black shades on

well what can i say

nothing is the way it seems

⌈ taemin

— motto: i’ll unfold a whole new world for you.

taemin is cocky, he’s sensual, and: a very smiley person as we know

least boring relationship ever

he will prance toward you whenever he can to involve you in cuddles

touch-starved taemin is a thing

kkoong can tell you about it, he needs kisses and embraces so often

might as well pepper him with it no problem

and put him into your oversized sweaters when he eats ice cream on the sofa, watching movies, and you brush his ever-growing hair

he’s smol he’s gonna fit into them don’t worry

and on the other hand he likes a rough and tough girl who thinks of him like a boy toy

who acts tsundere or like his bodyguard

working out almost daily to the point of sweat all over

a gal probably able to pretzel minho lucas and chanyeol into one giant bundle

taemin truly has the taste of a divo

multi-layered as always

so you couldn’t say the relationship is always the same in sentiment, the vibe of the dynamic could be different every day

we love a complex man

what would be volatile to others is actually an advantage up close

because taemin understands every difficult facet of himself and his partner

even if those facets might be contradictory

or something that’s felt shameful about

he will accept and listen anyway

the same goes for getting what drives you

taemin is like a walking psychology velvet couch with fancy swirls as arm rests

point is he isn’t fooled by the surface of the world

he knows what has to be known

which also means your looks aren’t the part he prioritizes

and not even outward personality and habit is what he’s drawn to

it’s the mentality and values underneath

that’s true compatibility to him and he can feel it

he’s really really smart

and also finds it important that you get along with shinee and superm, that you think they’re nice to be around and vice versa

especially kai as taemin’s absolute bearly bestie. if kai thinks you’re shady and you don’t like kai either

or if you’re permanently super awkward and taemin’s moodmaking doesn’t help

we have a problem

but fair enough

kai and taemin are basically one soul at this point so if taemin likes you jongin does anyway

bff telepathy

in fact jongin was probably the one introducing you to taemin lmao!

because he knows you go well together instinctively and he is correct

so not to worry then

and it’s good on taemin to think longterm and not see you as a person outside of social interaction y’know

cough cough he thinks about marriage, you might be ms. lee one day

here he goes again taemin is just very mature seeing you as well-rounded in every aspect of life

without letting his dick make the important decisions at the detriment of making this a relationship of two lives not just two bodies only

but obviously don’t assume taemin is no horny devil. we all know he dreams of the freakiest scenarios and fantasies in this whole group

going kinda crazy about the thought of making you cum which he always wants to try with new methods

which occupies his mind more than a big bowl of super spicy noodles which is taemin’s favorite meal so

at the same time taemin junior is definitely the same clingy attention whore as his sparkly owner

limp wrists from all the handjobs on your side

and very swollen lips from giving all that head on his side

this is gonna be interesting

he puts the 6v6 in 69

equals 69v69 am i right

but i’m serious that’s gonna be a lot of oral action

you definitely ask each other about having sex very often, daily if you have the time and find a nice spot

and how on earth do both of you keep your hands off each other sleeping in one bed

taemin is touchy as hell with no shyness, and you squish squeeze and grope this guy like the mochi he is

ah when things go both ways

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bookofmirth · 2 years

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Hi I am another Elriel shipper that genuinely loves reading you thoughts. While I don’t agree with everything you say I think they are very insightful and thought provoking and I enjoy them . Before I get to my point I just want to say that I am truly sorry on behalf of the Elriel fandom for all the negative that has been going down as of late. As someone who yearns for peace in the fandom and cannot tolerate seeing honest people being torn because of a ship.. seeing this shipwar pains me . I am fairly new to this fandom and I follow many Elriel blogs and pro Elaine and pro Lucien blogs. Some happen to be Elucien shippers too and I find myself gravitating towards them more as people rather than of my fellow Elriel shippers. Don’t get me wrong I still adore Elriel . But I just don’t want to surround myself with certain type of people no longer . My question is , Do you know of any blogs that lean more towards neutral shipping or don’t care about shipping at all?

Hello lovely person!

I'm glad you don't agree with everything I say - I'd assume you weren't really paying attention if you just nodded along like you had a blank smile on your face. I'm sorry the fandom isn't a great experience for you right now. I hope that it changes soon 🤞 In the meantime, ship whatever your heart desires!

These blogs do share similar ships with me, but I know that they either don't participate in the ship war and/or they just vibe. If anyone else wants to recommend their blog as well, feel free! I am not good at going through my dash and I talk so much with people in comments or on discord that I can't remember who is actually active on tumblr.

@cassianandfenrysaremyboyos Lisa and I have been mutuals forever and while we share ships, she's good at just ignoring the BS and doing her own thing

@aelin-godkiller Lou is also a long-time mutual and while she doesn't post quite as much anymore, when she does it's 🔥 she's so smart

@eyllweambassador Ezra is more into ToG, but is a devoted multi/rarepair shipper

@feysandfeels the Lady Lulu to my Lady Lele. She doesn't put up with any anti sjm BS and is a positive space.

@moononastring Yes Gigi is very much an elucien, but she tends to stay away from the drama

@writtenonreceipts lots of fanfic, no drama

@separatist-apologist MB just vibes with whatever she likes in the moment and I appreciate that about her

@gimme-mor is a multishipper - despite being critical of certain portions of the fandom in the past. Can you ask for more?

@ruhncervos Tati just vibes with what she likes

@elains makes lots of lovely aesthetic things

@sjmkinkmeme yes this is my side project with a couple other people, but we only post creative works - no ship war stuff allowed

@tangledraysofsunshine idek if Alex posts that much lol but she is probably the sweetest person you will ever meet in this fandom, and I've known her for a few years. I know. Trust me. The sweetest.

@rayonfrozenwings Renée is the original theory queen

@feyre-cursebreaker Carley always has interesting thoughts

@yazthebookish obviously Yaz has Gwynriel feelings but she has been doing a lot of great theory lately and making posts sorting out all the lore. And if y'all had any idea how much restraint she has shown with this ship war...

and some others for funsies: @darling-archeron @shyvioletcat @starseternalnighttriumphant

I know there are other people who are amazing humans and funny and smart and don't have time for this nonsense, but they may not post much so I might have forgotten to include them.

#blog recommendations #acotar fandom #ask #anon #I love my friends 😭😭😭

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thismaydestroyme · 3 years

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Denver: Love on Tour

i didn’t have any idea what i wanted to name this blurb. this shit wiped me out, and i don’t know if this is any good. i can’t bring myself to reread this over. it’s currently 2 in the morning, and i’m about to hit the hay. i hope you find this somewhat tolerable.

warning: that’s a loaded question

word count: 3084

That fucking little teasing dance Harry did while he was performing ‘Woman” will forever be ingrained in your head.

That fucking cheeky bastard.

Harry is so loved on stage and he was feeling himself the entire night, that’s why he did that cheeky dance because he knew his beautiful girlfriend, Y/N would go in a frenzy and that’s what he wanted. Of course he had to throw something in for Y/N, what kind of boyfriend would he be?

When Harry was finished with his show, he ran backstage to find Y/N, but he had to stop and appreciate everyone’s remark when they were throwing gratitude and compliments his way by his performance tonight. We could all say Denver won this round compared to the Las Vegas show.

“Harry, you ate that!”

“You whore!”

“That was amazing”

“You deserve to have your ass eaten out.”

Harry immediately turned around to find who said that last part, because deep down he knew. Y/N pushed some people out of her way while she was trudging her way to Harry. Y/N is wearing her infamous white booties so when she walks you can hear her coming from all directions. When Y/N enters the room, all eyes are all on you because you own every room you’re graced in. When you finally get to Harry he’s already giving you a smirk which you gave right back.

“Oh no…. Not this again.” Couple of people behind you said that while they start packing up their gears so you guys can leave and head to your next location and that’s San Antonio.

“Hello puppet. I see that you’re in your dom headspace. I can see it in your eyes.” Harry said while he brought his hand to rub your cheeks. You give him a glare and push his hand away and you start walking back to the table which is covered by random shit- which you have to pack and clean. You hate the idea of leaving things a mess, so when you guys leave, people here won’t have to clean up all the mess you guys left behind.

You can be a bitch, but you’re not disrespectful.

After a couple of minutes has passed where you put things back in the duffle bags that you brought and wipe down the vanities and tables with Lysol. Making sure things are squeaky clean.

You feel a presence behind you, but you don’t have to wonder who because you can spot that Tobacco Vanille fragrance anywhere. You turn around and you see Harry looking down at you, his eyes burning onto yours.

“Why are you being like this?” Harry asked.

“I’m not being like anything, you’re…”

“I’m what?”

“I just didn’t like you doing that ‘little’ dance. Flaunting your hips around and toying with your nipples while you were performing, Women.” You said annoyingly. You try to turn around, but Harry grabs your hand to make you stand right in front of him.

“Are you jealous?” Harry said all knowling with that fucking grin on his damn face. You try to look over him because you don’t want to have this conversion, but he grabs your jaw so you’re forced to look at him. His green eyes are so blown out, you can hardly see any green.

“I’m not-”

“Pet. Stop it right now. Answer my question.”

“Yes. I was jealous” You mumbled hoping he’ll drop it.

“Awe, baby. That’s adorable.” He giggled.

“It’s not funny nor adorable.” You push his hands away to storm off but he still is holding onto you.

Harry looks around and you’re not sure what he wanted because this room is already packed up and no one else is here beside you too. Then you realize there's a couch in this room and before you know it Harry is trudging you along to the couch. He plops down and you’re still standing between his legs that he purposely did on purpose because he loves it when you’re between his legs. His arms are stretched out, hanging loosely on the back of the couch. He’s staring right at you. Fuck, this man right here with his red pants on, with his blue and white strip button up shirt with his red spenders on. Like you said… this outfit beats the Las Vegas show.

“What you want, baby, you want to punish me?” He said while wiggling his eyebrows, which you taught him to do. It took him a year to master it.

You cross your arms which have your boobs stand out more.

“Puppet, stop it, m’okay? Come to daddy.”

You turn your head around because you’re just annoyed with the fact he turns himself on so easily and the fans witnessed it. You’re happy and glad Harry is finally at this point in his life where he’s able to live his authentic life and he’s able to express himself in the most beautiful way, but when it comes to his horny meter, you want to be the only one to see it.

“C’mon darling, I will be a good boy for mommy. I want to be a good boy to mommy.” He said in the wine.

Fuck.

You try to ignore his neediness, but it’s so hard to because he knows how much hearing him whine will send you into an overdrive. You try to ignore your needs, but you feel his hand on your waist, trancing his name on your waist. Due to the low rise jean you’re currently wearing, his name is on display. His hands started to work his way up to your stomach which he stopped at your belly button so he could play with your belly ring.

His hands are so gentle and soft. It feels like Harry is doing figure skating motion on your stomach. It flows in the wind. You start to completely forget why you’re even mad at him. Your eyes flutter close. Everything just feels heightened.

You jolt because you feel Harry’s lips on your stomach and his hands are roaming your back and inching it way to your ass, but before he could even reach it he brings his hands back up. Harry is pampering you in kisses. It’s like his way of apologizing. Your hand finds its way to the back of his hair to tossle it up a bit. You feel so good and it feels so right.

“Mommy?” Harry whispered which broke you out of your trance. You open your eyes and you see Harry looking at you with admiration.

“Yes, baby?” You said in a gentle tone still twirling his hair in your hands.

“I’m so sorry. I went overboard on stage. I just want you to know that.” He slowly gave you a kiss on your blushy stomach which resulted in you moaning.

“It’s okay baby. I’m not mad, I’m just sad I wasn’t the one to get you turned on.” You lean down to kiss the top of his head, so he knows that you’re not angry with him.

“NO! The reason I did that was because I was thinking about you when I was singing Woman.” He rushed out his words.

You bring your hand to his chin so he could look at you, “is that true, my pretty boy?”

“Yes! I want to be a good boy. That’s all I want. Please.” He rambled and immediately started kissing your stomach over and over again. Not missing any skin.

“Fuck… you’re such a good boy to mommy. Mmmhh.” Harry starts sucking your skin. You toss your head back letting this feeling consume you.

“H. I think we need to stop. We have to leave.” Your words were so broken up.

There was a plop sound due to Harry letting go of your extra skin that was in his mouth just a second ago.

“Don’t worry about that. I told them to leave. We’ll just order an uber when they’re at their resting stop.” Harry went back to your stomach and his hands are roaming freely. You don’t want to argue with him how that’s unprofessional, but at this moment… fuck it.

“Okay baby.” You said to him. People wouldn’t think having someone making out with your stomach wouldn’t be considered sexy or whatnot but this moment is so intimate and so perfect for the both of you.

While you have Harry praising you, you couldn’t help but think what he did on stage toying with his nipples. Just that sight almost had you cuming, but you had to control yourself, but now you don’t have to.

You pushed Harry’s face away from your stomach and you could tell there was a hint of defiance in his eyes, so you had to stop it before he actually got in trouble.

“That’s not a good boy behavior. Sit back.” Harry let out an annoyance huff, but you stopped it by glaring at him. He obeyed and he moved himself back on the couch.

“Happy now?” Harry lifts his arms up so he can let it land on his thighs. He’s being a brat now.

“Bad boys don’t get treats. So if I was you, I would stop this shenanigan right now.” You glared at him. He softened his eyes.

“Good boy.”

You walked little more up to him so it would be easier for you sit on his lap facing him. You lower yourself onto him. His hands found it’s way to your waist. When you're completely on his lap you feel a nice bulge forming, you couldn’t help but to smile. You raise your eyebrows which he responded by pulling you closer to him.

“I didn’t realize how needy my superstar is.” You taunted him. You start moving your hips into a small circle which results in a moan getting stuck at the back of his throat.

“Awe, my baby is all choked up. Do you need mommy to help you?” You whispered to him leaning over to toy with his earlobe with your tongue. Slowly flicking it. Harry goes into a frenzy when you play around with his earlobes.

“I- I’m- MOMMY!”

You bite on his earlobe the way he likes it. You suck on his earlobe to bring him back and help with the sharp bite.

“Don’t worry, I got you darling.” You whispered. You change position and start licking his neck to collect the remnant of his sweat. It’s so salty, but so tasty. You start sucking him kissing and leaving wet kisses to soothe the pain. The way Harry is holding onto your waist you know when you wake up there will be bruises which you don’t mind because you love seeing the marks he left you to remember him by. You’re still swaying your hips, but it’s getting hard to do due to how Harry cemented his hands onto your waist.

You’re suctioning your mouth on his neck but you can feel his veins in your mouth due how turned on he is. You couldn't tell he’s holding himself back, which you don’t like. So you remove your mouth from his neck which resulted with him whining.

Your eyes connected with his and omg, you wished your phone wasn’t at the far end of the room because you would want to take a picture of his beautiful face.

“Don’t hold back. If you do I will walk away.” Before he could say anything your lips landed on his and shit, that kiss is wet, messy, and a lot of fucking tongue. His tongue immidently found yours and you began to suck on the tip of his tongue. He had to open his mouth more so you can have enough room to suck his tongue. The mix of yours and Harry saliva are all over you guys. You pull Harry’s hair so his head is more lean back so you could do something you guys both shared a common interest in and that is spit play.

You roughly spit in his mouth and the sound he made was so delicious. He closed his mouth to form his own spit and before you knew it, it landed on your face. All over your face. His salvia landed on your eyelids, your mouth, and your forehead.

You grab his cheeks and kiss him with so much force. The room is filled with pronographic sounds that’s both making you guys get so turned on because you guys both love hearing the sound you too make together. You remove your lips from his and you push yourself off from Harry so you can be right next to him. Before he could say anything you grab his face so he can turn to you and go back to feverishly kissing him all over.

The image of him on stage with him swaying his hips and giving his nipple attention is something that’s not leaving you anytime soon. Both of your lips separated and Harry breathing is all over the place, if you didn’t see him taking his inhaler after he got off the stage you would’ve immediately gotten up and fetched his inhaler.

“Stop teasing me.” He said groggily.

“I’m not teasing anymore, baby.” You gave him a peck on his lips. You pushed him back so his back hit the back of the cushion. You’re eyeing him up and down, trying to figure out what you want to do to him, after a couple of seconds you have an idea.

“Take off your shirt.” You said.

Harry immediately did what you asked him to do. Snapping off his suspenders and unbuttoning his blouse. His whole stomach, his butterfly, and the bird tattoos are finally on display. Before you knew it your lips were on one of his four nipples. You suck on his nipple, but make sure you pay attention to the other three. You’re twirling your tongue around while sucking it because you love it when Harry does it to you.

“Fuck baby. Omg.” Harry moaned out. His hand is at the back of your head playing with your hair. You move on to the next but instead of toying with his nipples with that one hand that isn’t be preoccupied you bring that hand to his covered bulge.

Harry landed a nice smack to your ass. You made eye contact with him. You let go of his nipple and you dribble spit over that nipple you were just sucking. He look at you like you were going to eat him alive. You gave him a smirk and went back to paying attention to his nipples. You keep palming his crotch while twirling your tongue, on his nipples. Keeping track of three nipples while you’re sucking on one is hard, but hey, whatever your pretty boy wants, he gets.

“Mommy, I’m feeling weird.” Harry whined. You immediately stopped what you were doing because the last you wanted to do is make him feel uncomfortable.

“I stop, I stop. Are you okay? What did I do? I’m sor-”

“No, everything is fine, more than fine… amazing I might add. Just, you’re sucking on my nipples and palming my dick which is so simple, but that simplicity makes me feel I might cum any minute.” Harry whispered feeling lost how such a small act of you has him feeling like he could cum, just by this.

“So I didn’t do anything wrong?” You asked Harry, making sure you’re not misinterpreting any of this.

“No, absolutely not.”

“Well…. If you want, I would like to make you cum just by doing that, if you don’t mind?”

“Yes, mommy. Do whatever you like to do with me.” Harry rambled. You let out a toothy grin how excited and new how all of this is for him.

You lean over to give him a quick peck on his lip, “good boy.” You said while giving him his last peck.

Your wet mouth went back to his nipples and your hand went back giving his cock attention. His cock is settled on his left thigh due to how hard he is. Just the image of him cuming on himself is something you were so destined to achieve.

You lap your tongue around his areola. Just the sound of it all has you feeling something running down your inner legs, you know you have to take care of it, but not right now. Not at this moment.

You tighten your grip on his cock to hopefully create a nice friction which rewards you having to listen to Harry’s moans. Harry’s hands are on your head trying to compose himself, but you knew the second he made that sound you knew he would cum any second.

You remove your mouth from his nipples and went down to the other one that was below the one you just previously sucked. You guess this nipple holds a lot of sensitivity because Harry buckled himself out and let out a horrific sound you weren’t expecting to come down. So you decided the pace you were going at, will have him cuming, pretty fucking soon.

“Baby, just like that. I’m going to cum. Can I take my cock out?” He whined. He can’t help himself to stay still due to the overload his body is feeling. This is pretty much all new to him.

You exchange positions so your mouth is next to his ear, so he knows that isn’t going to happen. “No baby, I want you to cum just the way you are. I want the world to see how filthy you are by cuming in your trousers. Be a good boy and cum for me.”

“Baby- Fuck” You start speeding your pace and you attach your lips to his to swallow every drop of his moan. After a couple of minutes of passionately kissing and letting him use your mouth as a soundproof room to let his moans and rubbing him off inside his pants, he finally came undone.

“Fuck, Fuck, Yes!” You feel something warm coming out of him. You start massaging his swollen cock to bring him down your high and for him to come back to you. You start whispering sweetnothings to his ear to help him come back.

His head fell onto your shoulder and you started soothing his hair pampering him with praises and love. Your baby boy deserves the world, and just wait and see what you have planned for him for the next couple of months.

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In the Garden || A. Hotchner x Fem!Reader

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You can’t remember the last time you wore a dress, much less a gown like the one JJ was zipping you into now-- dresses weren’t practical for field work with the BAU, and even when you’d worked in the counterterrorism unit, you’d much preferred a professional blouse and pair of slacks. But the First Lady had decided to throw a ball in the White House to celebrate federal employees, and the Bureau was receiving an award, which the Director had hand-picked the BAU to accept. So, gown. Even though you’d much prefer to be changing into a pair of sweats-- you had been called on a case two days before the ball, and Garcia saved the day by running to everyone’s apartments and grabbing their nice clothes so you all wouldn’t be late. Which is how you found yourself squeezing into a sleek off the shoulder number in the Batcave, with Emily batting at your face with a makeup brush and JJ tugging at your zipper.

“Babe, you look hot.” Penelope says as Emily and JJ step away from you, admiring their work.

“All Emily’s work,” you deflected with a shy smile.

“We’ll have that fight when we’re not running late,” Emily said, pulling you out of Garcia’s office, she and JJ not far behind.

Derek let out a wolf whistle when he saw you all approaching, and you heard JJ’s windchime laugh from a few steps behind.

“Hello ladies,” he said with an exaggerated leer.

“Derek Morgan, you’re lucky that my thigh holster doesn’t go with this dress.” Emily spits out, and all of you burst out in laughter.

“Chocolate thunder, you clean up good,” Garcia says, crossing to Derek, who moved to put his arm around her shoulders as Reid emerged into the bullpen.

“Speaking of cleaning up good,” JJ says with a small smile, and you catch Reid blushing.

“Did you know that balls like this can cost American taxpayers up to a million dollars?” He asks the group, and you smile.

“Maybe don’t mention that when the first lady gives us the award, yeah Spence?” You tease, and he treats you to a little chuckle.

You hear Hotch before you turn to see him and Rossi. “Alright, let’s go,” He says, leading the group out of the BAU and towards your SUVs. You end up in the passenger seat of the car Rossi is driving.

“You doing okay, kid? You’re awful quiet this evening. Invitations to Federal Government Prom don’t come often, you know.” He smirks, and you half-ass a smile in return.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Rossi. Just tired, you know. Would have preferred to get a night’s sleep in my own bed before we did this, you know?”

He nods, but there’s no use in lying to a profiler.

The food, you have to admit, is leagues better than the instant ramen you would have cooked up if you had gone home tonight. And the conversation isn’t half bad either, you admit to yourself as you lazily flirt with Paul, a junior fellow from the Department of Health and Human Services, just barely putting in enough effort to seem interested while allowing your mind to wander.

The sensation of a warm hand in between your exposed shoulder blades distracts you from your train of thought.

“Excuse me,” Aaron’s deep baritone interrupts Paul’s nervous tenor. “I’d like to cut in for a dance, if you don’t mind.”

Paul sputters, and you laugh, because you know that Aaron was asking you, not this early-thirties politico type that he towered over, both physically and morally.

“We’ll catch up later?” you said to Paul, with absolutely no intent to catch up later, before Aaron led you out to the dance floor.

“Hotch, I’m gonna step on your feet.” You warned.

“No you won’t,” he assures you. “Follow my lead.”

You do as you’re told, and you’re surprised to realize just how easy it is to follow him, anywhere.

“Aaron Hotchner, when on Earth did you learn to ballroom dance?” You asked incredulously.

“Boarding school,” He answers with an easy smile.

“You’re joking,” you accuse.

“Ah, yes, something I’m known to do.”

“You remain a mystery, Hotchner.” You tell him.

“I don’t know. That might have been my last secret.”

You roll your eyes, content to continue dancing, and finding yourself getting distracted again.

“What are you thinking about?” Aaron asks, and you mentally curse yourself for letting your guard down in front of your boss.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I’m just tired. But really grateful to be here, of course, and--”

“I wasn’t asking as your boss, you can stand down,” He smirks, dipping you quickly and it takes your breath away. “You’re thinking of leaving.” He says as he lifts you back up, and it’s not a question.

“How did you-- I can’t believe-- Damn profilers.” You harrumphed.

“You’ve been distant, the past couple weeks. You’re in your early twenties accepting an award at the White House, by all accounts you should be ecstatic. That’s when I knew something was wrong. And when I saw you with Peter, or whatever his name was, who you couldn’t be less interested in, that’s when I knew it was us.”

“See, and that’s exactly why I need to leave. Because I’ll never be able to do that.” You tell him, finally looking him in the eye.

“You will,” He says in a self-assured tone that does nothing to assuage your anxiety.

“I don’t know,” you sighed.

“I do.”

“Maybe I’m not good enough, Hotch.” You confess carelessly. He’s already figured you out. Might as well fess up to your deepest insecurities while your boss holds you and stares you down with his deep brown eyes in the middle of the East Room.

“You are,” he says in that same tone, that you’re sure is supposed to be calming but is only infuriating.

“But maybe I’m not! Maybe I’m one of those people who always wanted to do it, who always wanted to be an agent, but it’s like a pipe dream for me. I don’t contribute to the team the same way everyone else does. I don’t pick up on the things that seem so obvious to all of you, and it sucks. I can still do good work, but you know-- you change your dreams and you grow up. Maybe I’m one of those people and I’m just not supposed to be here. I just can’t stay knowing that I’m not supposed to be here-- I have to leave.” You’re not even sure if your soliloquy makes any sense, but Aaron pulls you a little closer, so he can speak the next few words lowly, directly into your ear.

“You’ve been here eight months. It takes time. You are an incredible agent, and an asset to this team. I don’t need another profiler that sees the same things we all see-- I need you, and your observations, the things we missed-- those are the things that solve cases. I can’t-- I can’t allow you to change your dream. I can’t let you leave. I need you here.”

You let his words hang in the air for a moment before he speaks again.

“The, uh-- the team needs you. We all need you, and your observations, is what I meant.” He stammers.

“Hotch?’ You ask, confused by the sudden change in tone.

“Do you want to go get some fresh air? Get away from the crowd?” He asks, pulling away to look at you, and there’s an invitation in his eyes. Maybe a more seasoned profiler would know exactly what it was, but you were excited to find out nonetheless.

“Yeah, I think I do.”

You’re certain that you’re breaking some sort of law as Hotch pulls you out of the ballroom and down a hallway, his fingers interlocked with yours. You try not to think about it too much. Your heels click against the marble floors as you follow Aaron’s brisk pace, and eventually he finds a door outside, opening it up and allowing you to pass through it first. It takes a minute to place yourself, especially under the cover of night, but after a moment you realize you’re in the rose garden.

“Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore,” You say under your breath with a little laugh as you look out over the sprawling display of flowers and plants.

“It definitely beats the Quantico courtyard,” Aaron agrees.

“Never thought I’d make it there, either.” You confess, not looking at him.

“But you did. It wasn’t meant to be easy, but you made it, and you’ll grow. You just need time.” He tells you.

“How can you be so sure?” You ask, feeling your eyes well up.

“I was young once, too.” He tells you with a self-deprecating grin.

“You can’t play up the wise, ancient elder with me, Hotch. I’ve seen you chase Jack across a soccer field like you’re still in your twenties.” You laugh, but he can hear the emotions behind it.

“Hey, come on, I mean it. I’m not Rossi, but I’ve got my fair dose of wisdom to share,” he says, moving closer to you and placing a hand on your arm, trying to comfort you. “Let’s keep dancing. If you want to talk, you can talk. But you thought you couldn’t dance, and you could dance, right? So we can keep doing that until you believe me.” He said, pulling your hand up in his and placing his other on your waist.

The two of you moved slowly, the orchestra from inside only barely audible from where you were standing. With Hotch’s bad ear, he could really only hear it when his body was angled just right in the direction of the East Room, but somehow he had perfect rhythm regardless. You move in silence for a song or two or three before Hotch speaks up again.

“I lied to you, earlier.” He confesses, still guiding you effortlessly through a simple waltz.

“How do you mean?” You ask, suddenly nervous that you were right, that you’re a complete failure of an agent, and that you need to pack your bags and head on back to Kansas.

“I lied when I said that I’d told you my last secret.”

“Oh,” you said, too caught up in your own head to try to understand what he was saying.

“And I lied when I told you that I meant the team needed you--” you felt that bone-crushing weight on your soul again-- “we do, of course, but that’s not what I meant.”

“Hotchner, what are you talking about?” You finally asked, no longer able to tolerate the emotional whiplash of his conversation.

“When I said I needed you, I meant it.”

“Oh,” you say, your face a portrait of shock and confusion, even though you understood him completely.

“That’s selfish of me as a person, and wrong of me as your superior, and maybe that means that I’m outing myself as the kind of fucked-up person that isn’t worth another second of your time, but I needed you to know.” He stops dancing now, tries to hedge a bit of space between you without letting you go entirely.

“Aaron,” you whisper, clinging to him more tightly as he pulls away, feeling his jacket wrinkle under your fingernails.

“Yes?” he whispers back.

“I’m glad you told me,” you tell him, and that’s all the permission he needs to take your face in both of your hands and kiss you, with a gentleness that makes you feel like spun gold, with the reverence of a man who knows that love is not a game, with the hunger of one who has been starved for months.

He pulls away from you, too soon, and your eyes are wet. “My resignation will be on your desk by Monday morning.”

He takes a step away. “What do you--”

“Goodnight, Aaron,” You tell him with a sad little smile, turning around towards the door you came from and leaving him in the garden.

You’re drowning your sorrows in a pint of Ben and Jerry’s when the doorbell rings the next day. You swing the door open grumpily, to reveal Aaron.

“It’s Saturday, and you can’t turn in your resignation until 9am Monday. What can I do in the next forty eight hours to convince you that you belong here?” Aaron asks, still standing in the hall of your apartment complex.

You sigh, stepping aside to let him in. You can’t give him what he wants, but you won’t have this argument where all the neighbors will hear, either. “It’s too late, Hotch.”

“It’s not too late,” he argues, checking his watch. “I have forty six hours and thirteen minutes.”

“I’ll still be the girl who got this job on her back forty six hours from now.” You tell him, folding your arms.

“You’ll be what?” He asks, incredulous.

“I know that you heard me loud and clear.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t know that you slept with Erin Strauss. I didn’t think you were her type.” He says, and you let out an exasperated sigh.

“You’re absolutely incorrigible!” You cry out.

“Who implied that you got this job on anything other than your own merit?” Aaron asks, a glint in his eye that lets you know that they’ll be handled just as soon as he gets you to shred the letter of resignation you drafted last night.

“Didn’t I? You didn’t clear my promotion because you were attracted to me?” You asked.

“I cleared your promotion before we even met-- your interview was a bureau formality. Your reputation and the glowing recommendations from your peers in counterterrorism spoke volumes.” He assures you.

“Oh,” you let out, your anger deflating.

“If you want to leave because of my inappropriate behavior, please reconsider. I’m incredibly sorry for--” He starts, but you cut him off, placing your hands on his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

“Nothing to be sorry for. Please continue to be inappropriate,” you tell him in between kisses.

He smiles as he continues to place kisses across your face, your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. “Right now?” He asks, slipping a hand underneath your shirt. “You want me to be inappropriate right now?”

“If you’re really good at it, I’ll let you tear up my resignation yourself.”

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