#and i think his ego automatically thinks

[not-poignant]

Hi Pia,

Let me just say I'm very excited about underline the red! Also it's really fun that Caleb is someone that immediately asks Faber if he's fucking Gary, but will in the future have to contend with Kenneth in their relationship. Like I can imagine that it initally does not go very well (although I may be wrong of course).

Really looking forward to to story!

Hi hi!

Caleb definitely picked up on the chemistry between Faber and Gary (a lot of people have assumed Faber might be in love with Gary, including Efnisien!)

Like I can imagine that it initally does not go very well (although I may be wrong of course).

Kenneth comes into the story for Caleb as a role model, tutor and mentor, so it might go better than you think! (Like, Caleb has a well-established and close connection with Kenneth long before he knows that Kenneth and Faber have anything to do with each other - and Faber is never really 'in love' with Kenneth the way he is with Caleb. I think of Kenneth more as a facilitator, like Luuk in Eversion, or Augus in The Ice Plague).

But who knows, I haven't written about it yet, and I do love me a possessive alpha :D

[cheetabites]

☆彡 age ain’t nothing but a number ˳༄꠶

characters: park gyeong seok (player 246), kang dae ho (player 388), and hwang in ho (player 001 / the frontman)

˳༄꠶ summary: headcannons i have regarding if you - their partner - were younger than them (fem intended! reader, and all legal babes 💋)

park gyeong seok (player 246)

★ he works as a portrait painter near an amusement park, he’s been approached by many younger woman. they usually directly express their interest in him by flirting but he usually brushes it off with a smile and a timid shake of his head. regarding this, i don’t think it would’ve been a problem if he’d gotten into a relationship with a younger woman; he is a the type of older man to get really shy about it though

★ despite the hierarchy in korea where juniors are supposed to automatically respect their elders, gyeong seok doesn’t really push it too much. he treats you as an equal with a bit of extra pampering - he does believe that since he’s the older one in the relationship, he should carry most of the responsibilities, whether that be household chores, bringing money home, or just caring for you and his daughter

★ he isn’t too sensitive to other’s opinions on your relationship, but there are some times where he worries about the age gap. it’s mostly out of worry for you though; i mean he’s nearing closer to finally turning forty and he has a young daughter. he just wants you to be happy. although if you talk it out with him and ease his worries, then i think thoughts like those will eventually dissipate

★ sex with him wouldn’t be any different even if you were younger, he’d still have the same kinks. although he would treat you more gently just to make sure he doesn’t “hurt” you

★ his daughter doesn’t mind the age gap either. you’re sweet, thoughtful and you make her dad happy. the only way she’d ever question the age difference would be from an external factor like whispers from other parents that she overhears or if one her classmates says something about it. if this does happen though, you and gyeong seok would obviously clear stuff up for her

kang dae ho (player 388)

★ to be honest, when he first met you he didn’t even think that you were younger than him. it was only when you clarified your age that he realized that he was older than you. he still pursued you despite it though, because you were both legal adults and he found himself captivated with you; he does tend to get with older women though, more often than he does with younger women

★ he’s another one that gets a bit shy about the fact that he’s dating a younger woman. you and his friends love to tease him about it too, just so you can hear him stutter as he tries to figure out a comeback; if one of his friends make a bad comment about your relationship though, he’ll post tf up. but make sure to drag him away, he’s not really good in physical fights

★ he’s more shy when he subs for you. something about you being younger than him yet having all this power over him makes him red in the face (and rock hard in his slacks)

★ i feel like he’d try to coddle you, but you’d hit him with the “i had you crying and begging for me last night, i can take care of myself.” he’d pout when you’d brushed off his advances, but would eventually get over it; he just loves you sm

★ with you, he honestly acts like a himbo. don’t get me wrong, he’s not unintelligent, but it’s like he’s so starstruck with your presence that it kinda short circuits his brain; it makes him all the more lovable though!

hwang in ho / 001 / the frontman

★ this man does not give one flying fuck that you’re younger than him. in fact, it boosts his ego that he was able to bag such a beautiful young baddie like you; just know you’re gonna be as spoiled as hell

★ he’s so detached from people���s opinions that he could not give less of a rats ass about their opinion on your relationship. if it does somehow tick him off though, then he’ll just put a bullet in them

★ if you’re his significant other, there isn’t much of an opportunity to return back to society. he doesn’t want to risk you interacting with other people - especially if you were a previous player; you disappeared without a trace and then suddenly returned to society? it would cause more problems than solutions. he makes sure to make it up to you in other ways though, he doesn’t want you to be unhappy

★ he tries to hide your relationship from the guards, but since you can’t leave he eventually just lets it be. there isn’t much to do at the facility / where the games are held so the guards are constantly exposed to you trailing after him wherever he goes, curious as ever - you often ask him random questions and he regularly indulges in you to keep you satiated. i can just picture you trampling around the halls doing whatever you want in the most fabulous outfit that he gifted you - obviously breaking the rules - and the guards just give eachother a look, kinda saying “damn, if we did that boss would fire - a bullet at - us.”

★ sex with him is relatively the same. but with a younger partner, i believe things like thigh riding and a daddy kink will appear sometime after you get intimate together

the end! I hope you enjoyed <3!

© cheetabites. don’t translate, claim or repost my works on any platform. jan 4 2025.

[briefinquiries]

Tyler Owens x Reader: Read Between the Lines

Request: anonymous said: "I was wondering maybeeee if you could write some protective bf Tyler ( because i would be swooning ) maybe either someone keeps hitting on her so he steps in or someone maybe in another storm chasing crew is being mean so he steps in and defends her <3 idk"

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: language, mild fighting i guess?? slight angst

A/N: sorry I haven't been posting as frequently! I started work up again and ya girl has been BUSY. Anyyywayyy, thank you for reading! please keep the comments coming! I love to see all your requests and I promise i'm getting to them as quickly as i can :)

“Need anything?” Tyler asked, leaning against the hood of the truck in a way that shouldn’t be as adorable as it is. 

“I’m good,” you said, offering him a gentle smile before brushing a few loose strands of hair from your sticky forehead. 

“You wanna come in with me then?” 

You shook your head– the idea of sitting in a stale diner with no AC was just about as unbearable as the thought of driving another second. “No, I think I’ll stretch my legs out here.”

“Okay,” he said in a tone that indicated you’d be missing out. He gave the truck a pat before adding, “We won’t be long.”

“Take your time,” you assured him. 

He offered one final nod before turning and following Dani, Boone, and Lily across the parking lot. Dexter also stayed behind. Instead of shitty diner food, he’s opted to take a nap inside the RV accompanied by his noise canceling headphones and a fan blasting right at his face. 

You were exhausted, down to your bones. You and the rest of the team had driven nearly six hours that day tracking a cell that hadn’t ended up amounting to anything. You were stiff and tired and irritable– just like everyone else. But you hoped that some time alone outside might help at least level out your mood.

You extended your arms over your head, groaning when you felt something lightly pop in your back, before craning your neck from side to side. The air was stifling– thick and humid with little to no breeze for any sort of relief. The heat hadn’t broken in nearly a week, and unfortunately for just about everyone, the truck’s AC didn’t work as well as it used to. 

The parking lot to the diner was relatively empty. Aside from the crew’s RV and truck, there was an SUV parked in one of the front spots and a small sports car with a steady cloud of smoke pouring out the cracked window.  

You let your eyes wander past the diner parking lot at the sprawling field across the road. The windmills were agonizingly still in the stale air– like even they were desperate for some reprieve. 

Your eyes fell shut as you took a few deep breaths, trying to get your bearings. 

Your peace lasted for about thirty seconds. And then the sound of blaring music and screeching tires had you turning your pulsing head. Instantly, you rolled your eyes at the sight of the familiar vans pulling into the lot beside you. 

Merrill Anderson and his crew started chasing in the area almost thirteen months ago. You knew because each and every moment that you’d known about their existence had been more painful than the last. 

Anderson was a meteorologist out of Texas that wore a cowboy hat almost as big as his mouth and an inflated ego to match it. He made sure you and everyone else around him knew that he had a PhD, and therefore, in his opinion, was automatically more entitled to chase. Him and Tyler had hated each other from the moment they met while chasing an EF2 in Arkansas– their feud only grew each time their paths crossed. 

Anderson was grinning at you through the window as soon as his van rolled by. You did your best to avert your gaze– hoping that lack of eye contact would avoid any sort of conversation. 

Unfortunately, you weren’t so lucky. 

“There she is,” he announced, boots scuffing against the dirt parking lot as he hopped out from the driver’s seat. 

“Now what're you doin’ out here all by yourself? Your team finally leave you behind? Realized they didn’t need two uni drop outs on their team?” he asked, tone already dripping in sarcasm. 

He was an antagonizer who got off on provoking others. And although you and Anderson had your fair share of unpleasant exchanges, you knew he only ever bothered you to get under Tyler’s skin. 

Tyler’s biggest weakness was that he was endlessly protective of the people he loved. You saw this particular trait as a strength– but you knew that Anderson fed off Tyler's anger, which you could only imagine was his intention now. Thankfully Tyler was in the diner– hopefully gorging on raspberry pancakes as you spoke. Because if he were to see Anderson talking to you– you knew this whole interaction would escalate quickly. 

“Anderson,” you sighed, leaning casually against the hood of Tyler’s truck. The smile you forced on your face was almost painful. “So lovely to see you, as always.”

You hoped if you withheld from his taunting, he might move on quicker. 

Instead, to your despair, he backtracked from his van to stand across from you. “You guys go ahead,” he instructed his crew. “I’m gonna spend some time with my friend here.”

They nodded before heading towards the diner, leaving the two of you alone. 

“You should teach that hillbilly- boyfriend of yours some manners. If I remember correctly, last time I saw him, he drove through a puddle to splash me.”

You bit back a grin as you recalled the moment he was referring to. “I’m sure it wasn’t on purpose,” you lied (it was absolutely on purpose). 

Anderson chuckled. “You know– I don’t know if we’ve ever had a conversation just us, without him lingering around. You’re much more pleasant. Both in conversation and in looks.” 

You felt a chill run down the length of your spine at his words– but the way he was looking at you was infinitely worse. You watched as his eyes flickered from your face to your chest– currently more exposed than you would like in the tanktop you wore in the stifling Oklahoma heat. You wished you had grabbed a shirt to cover up in– but they were all either dirty and packed away somewhere in your duffel. 

Clearing your throat, you stood up straight and crossed your arms, attempting to shield yourself from his lingering gaze. 

“Oh, hey now darlin’, don’t cover up. I’ve been stuck in the van all day with these jokers, this is the most action I’ve gotten all summer.” 

You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you tried desperately to remain level headed. Anderson was a jerk– and he’d definitely make you uncomfortable… but you couldn’t imagine that he’d ever actually do anything to harm you.  

Then again, you’d never interacted with him for longer than a minute or two with Tyler and the rest of the crew at your side. This was uncharted territory that you didn’t care to explore. You felt your earlier determination to handle him on your own fade away with uneasiness.  

You turned your head towards the diner, hoping you might catch Tyler’s gaze through the window or something. Of course you were too far away for that– all you caught was the glare from the sun. 

“You know I’m not used to seeing you in clothes like this, usually you’re all covered up,” Anderson whistled. 

As soon as he took a step closer, you instinctively moved too. Except your legs collided with Tyler’s truck– preventing you from actually going anywhere. For some dumb reason, you felt obligated to hold your ground– to not let him see how uncomfortable he was really making you. But with each passing comment, you grew more and more fearful. 

Anderson now had his body angled towards you with a look that could only be described as predatorial. “God, it’s true you don’t know what you’re missin’ til you see it. We should have these heat waves more often if it means I get to take a look at this every day.”

You tried and failed to remain stoic. You wanted to yell– to tell him to shut the fuck up. But for some reason, your body and brain weren’t connecting. 

“C’mon, where is she?” he taunted. “You know, your sweet side has its perks. But I much prefer ‘em a little spicy.” 

He took another few steps closer to you. It was subtle, but you noticed. Anderson was so obviously getting a kick out of whatever the hell he was doing here, and you were doing a piss-poor job at withholding from it, like you’d originally planned. 

“Why don’t you come on back in my van with me,” he winked. “I’m not sure how your hillbilly does it, but I can show ya a real good time.” 

Get away from me, you wanted to scream. But your mouth wouldn’t move– your voice was lost somewhere inside of you. And all you could get your body to do was lean away from him slightly. 

“Don’t be like that, darlin’,” he cooed. He was so close that you could almost smell his breath. Your brain told you to fight– to shove or kick or do something to get him away from you. But all those previous instincts you had to fight back faded into paralyzing fear. 

Anderson reached across the space between you to move a loose strand of hair from your face as you began to tremble. “And don’t be afraid, baby doll. I don’t bite… too hard. Owens ain’t gotta know–”

“Anderson!” 

Your head snapped at the sound of a familiar voice… Not just any familiar voice– Tyler’s voice. He was currently storming across the parking lot with a look of pure hatred across his face. The second his eyes landed on you– undoubtedly and obviously terrified, that anger only intensified. 

“Get the fuck away from her,” he demanded. His eyes were narrowed and shockingly darker than their normal shade of sage. 

“Here he is!” Anderson taunted. “Her douche bag in shining armor.”

You couldn’t help but notice Anderson didn’t step away. In fact, if anything, he looked like he was about to step closer, just to really test his limits. But then, to your relief, you saw Boone, Dani, and Lily storming out of the diner in Tyler’s wake– all coming to your rescue. 

In an instant, Tyler was there, stepping between you and Anderson– forming the protective barrier you needed to finally feel safe again. Without thinking, you fisted the back of Tyler’s T-shirt for good measure. 

“Easy, Rambo,” Anderson sneered. “I was just tellin’ your sweetheart here how much I enjoy her new look. Who knew she had all this hidin’ under those baggy shirts? That the reason you keep her hangin’ around, Owens? I knew she had to be good for something–”

But Anderson didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. Because before you knew what was happening, Tyler was lunging forward and connecting his fist with Anderson’s nose. 

The crack as it broke was deafening, you released Tyler’s shirt to cover your mouth in shock. Tyler hit him with enough force that he went staggering back a few steps, his hands instantly moving to cup his face. 

Tyler was still shaking off his hand when Anderson stood up straight, blood pouring out of both nostrils. 

“Damn, that bitch must be as good as she looks if she’s worth all this,” Anderson continued to taunt. Even with a broken nose, he didn’t back down.  

Without even hesitating, Tyler moved to strike again. But as soon as he did, Boone and Dani were both stepping in front of him to break things up. 

“Easy, T–” Boone said. 

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Tyler snarled in warning, pointing his finger over Boone’s shoulder. You’d never quite heard his voice so malicious or threatening before, and even though it was in your defense, it sent shivers down your spine.   

Suddenly, Lily grabbed your hand from the side, causing you to flinch. “It’s okay,” she said, tugging you a few steps away from the chaos– like she knew how badly you needed space from everything. “You alright?”

You nodded, flustered.  

“Next time you want to settle this without your little army of strays, you let me know, Owens. And next time you want a good time, Y/N, you know where to find me,” Anderson said, offering you a wink that churned your stomach. With that, he wiped some blood from his nose and began sauntering back towards his van. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Tyler snarled, still being physically held back by Dani and Boone. 

“Yeah, and he’d deserve it. But he’s not worth catchin’ a charge,” Boone said. “It’s been a slow season and we don’t got the kind of money to bail you out of jail.”

“Take a breath, T,” Dani said. “He’s walkin’ away. Take a breath.”

You watched Tyler slowly come back to his body. He listened to Dani and took a deep breath– his shoulders visibly relaxing when he exhaled. It seemed to be enough for his friends to finally release him. 

As soon as he was free from their grasp, Tyler turned around– his attention landing on you. “Are you okay?” he asked, his previously menacing voice now laced with so much care and concern. He stood in front of you– his body blocking all views of Anderson and their vans. His hands moved to cup your cheeks gently. 

“I’m fine,” you said, attempting to convince yourself more than anyone else. But even you knew it didn’t sound convincing. Your voice subtly cracked on the final word. 

Tyler stroked his thumb along your skin. The look on his face told you he didn’t quite believe you as his eyes flickered down to your trembling hands. Thankfully he didn’t ask more. 

“I gotta say that was a nasty right hook, T,” Boone said, clapping Tyler on the back as he approached. “I didn’t know you had it in ya.”

“What’d that asshat say to you?” Lily asked. “You looked really shaken up when we saw you out the diner window.”

“Nothing,” you mumbled, too embarrassed to repeat his taunts. You were shocked by how self-conscious you suddenly felt with everyone’s eyes on you. Anderson’s previous words had made you incredibly aware of every inch of yourself– like there was an electrical current humming underneath the surface of your skin. 

“Just the usual shit,” you tried to brush it off.  

You felt grateful when they didn’t push. 

Eventually, the crew disassembled– everyone focused on getting their stuff together to hit the road again. Anderson didn’t reemerge from his van, but as you sat idly in the passenger seat of Tyler’s truck, you didn’t take your eyes off from where it was parked– like you were anticipating some sort of retaliation. 

You remained hidden from the team– feeling so awkward and uncomfortable– like you didn’t want to be perceived or noticed by anyone. And you hated that Anderson’s words were the ones to make you feel that way. You couldn’t find any shirts in your duffel bag that weren’t disgusting. And currently you didn’t have the time or patience to dig through your second bag in the RV. So instead, you wrapped your arms awkwardly over your chest, trying to make yourself as small as possible just as Tyler climbed into the front seat. 

“Everyone else is riding in the RV, it’s just us,” he said, eyes lingering on you. 

“Okay,” you said, trying your best to sound casual. You wondered if he ordered everyone in the RV so that you’d feel more comfortable. You made a mental note to thank him for that later, he was always so good at reading between the lines.  

Tyler instantly noticed your uneasiness. “Baby, what’d he say to you?” 

You shrugged, refusing to meet his gaze out of sheer embarrassment. “I mean, I think you caught the gist of it at the end there… Just a lot of that.”

You heard his loud exhale. “Just say the word and I’ll barge into that stupid van and kill him right now.”

The corner of your lip tugged into a small smile. “I just want you to stay here,” you admitted. 

He nodded solemnly. Without another word, Tyler passed you something he had scrunched up in his fist. It was one of his T-shirts– like he knew you wanted to cover up without even having to say it. You took the shirt– the thanks you wanted to offer him remained stuck in your throat, but Tyler didn’t seem to mind. 

Instead, he pretended to fiddle with the radio while you silently slipped the shirt on. Almost instantly, you felt like you could relax underneath the fabric of his clothes. 

You curled your arms around yourself and tucked your knees to your chest. When Tyler asked if you were ready to head out, you nodded without another word. 

…

It was only seven when you arrived at the motel. Tyler went into the lobby to book the rooms while everyone else hung back. Boone and Lily were going on and on about using the pool later that night, but once you’d grabbed your bags from the truck, you sort of tuned it all out. 

Tyler found you sitting on the curb once he’d passed out everyone else’s room keys. He picked up your duffel from the ground before speaking for the first time in almost an hour. 

“You ready for bed?”

You nodded, offering him your best attempt at a convincing smile.  

“C’mon,” he motioned his head to the left. “We’re upstairs.”

Tyler led the way to your room– and even though this was a dingy motel, you’d never seen anything more perfect. The shades were dark, the AC worked, and there was a single, plush-looking queen bed in the middle of the room just screaming your name. 

Tyler let you shower first. And when you emerged from the bathroom, all the sweat and grime finally washed from your skin, he was gone. But in his place, he’d laid out one of his T-shirts and a pair of his boxers on the bed for you to use. You almost teared up at the sight of just how thoughtful he was… Still reading between the lines. 

You’d spent the entire duration of your shower trying to convince yourself that what had happened earlier wasn’t that big of a deal. Anderson was a jerk– of course he was going to say some jerk-ish things. It shouldn’t have been a surprise– and yet, you couldn’t shake the discomfort you felt. It was like all the words he’d said to you had nestled underneath your skin and made a home for themselves. 

In an attempt to shake the thoughts away, you quickly shrugged on Tyler’s clothes before sitting on the edge of the bed and wrapping your arms around yourself. 

Almost as soon as you sat down, you heard the front door to the motel open up. Tyler stepped into the room carrying his own bag and a couple of water bottles he must’ve grabbed for the two of you. 

“Better?” he asked, handing you one. 

You nodded and cracked it open. “Much.”

Tyler sighed before joining you on the edge of the bed. “Baby, are you sure you’re okay?” 

“I-” you started and then stopped. Your hands were shaking, but you jumped when you felt Tyler’s hand close around yours, steadying them. His touch gave you just an ounce of courage to speak. 

“It wasn’t even anything that bad–” you admitted. “I meant it earlier, you heard the worst of it… I just, I don't know, I can't explain it. But everything he said made me feel so gross… and dirty, and…” And, well, you didn’t quite know what else. Words were hard to come by tonight. 

“Oh, baby,” Tyler exhaled. He released your hand to wind his arm around your shoulders, tugging you to his chest instead.  

It wasn’t until he shushed you that you even realized you were crying, but it came out in a rush. You clung to him, instantly impressed by his ability to just make you feel so much safer. 

“I’m sorry,” you said. 

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he assured you, only squeezing tighter. 

“I don’t know why this bothered me so much–” 

“Because Anderson is an asshole and he intentionally said some gross shit to shake you up,” he answered for you. “You’re allowed to be upset by that.” 

You exhaled against his shirt, and when you licked your lips, you tasted salt. 

“I’m the sorry one,” he said. 

“What?” you shook your head. “You don’t have to be sorry–”

“I should have been there.”

“You were there,” you reminded him. “Unless I blacked out or something and I was really the one who punched him in the nose…”

Tyler chuckled softly, you felt the vibration against your chest– instantly soothing you. 

You sighed after a moment, trying to decide if you wanted to share what was really bothering you. You bit the inside of your cheek. It was so tempting to keep it to yourself, but more tempting than that was the idea of finally feeling a little more at ease again after just telling Tyler the truth. 

“I just–” you paused again. “I–” 

“Hey,” he said. You looked up at him briefly. “It’s just me.” 

That was the problem– it was Tyler. And you didn’t want Tyler thinking less of you because of what had happened. 

“I didn’t fight back,” you said quietly. “I just froze up– it was like I couldn’t even think straight. And he kept going and going, and I just stood there– taking it.”

Tyler ran his hand up and down your arm reassuringly. “What are you talking about?”

“It just felt like…” your voice tapered off. 

Tyler waited a moment before asking gently, “Like what?” 

“It just felt like I didn’t do anything to stop it,” you whispered so quietly you weren’t even sure he’d heard you. “Like I let it happen.”

“Baby,” Tyler sighed. “Baby, no. Anderson is such a jackass, it wouldn’t have mattered what you said–”

“But I could have told him to get the fuck away from me–”

“You were just trying to keep yourself safe. Baby, we can’t control how we react when we’re scared. It’s fight or flight–”

“Or freeze,” you mumbled, embarrassed. 

“Or freeze. I’m pretty sure fawning is one too, now,” he said. “But it doesn’t matter– what matters is you can’t control that you froze. Just like–”

“Just like you couldn’t control punching him in the face?” you asked. 

You glanced up just in time to see Tyler’s lips tug into a smile. “Exactly,” he said. 

“I just wish my fear reaction was a little more effective,” you pouted. “Freezing didn’t do much.”

You let your eyes fall shut when Tyler tugged you closed to his chest. “I guess it’s a good thing you have a douchebag in shining armor to come help whenever you need it,” he smirked. 

“Thanks for protecting me,” you said quietly. 

“I’ll always protect you, you know that,” he said, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. 

You smiled against his chest. You really did know that. “And thanks for punching him in the nose.”

Tyler snorted. “Anderson’s had that coming for a long time.”

[aninipanin1]

A FAIRYTALE

Notes: Its been a while since I wrote about Young Manager! So I'm doing this before continuing my requests hehee

"You mean, none of you haven't seen Y/n-chan ever since the practice earlier?" Isagi asked Yukimiya and Hiori, face contorted in confusion. Usually, you'd be walking around the facility, doing your rounds and chores. But, it had been a few hours since any of the players have seen you and they were starting to get a bit worried.

"It's not usual for her to suddenly be gone. Besides, you know how she doesn't know the word 'rest,' that girl, I swear." Hiori sighed, peeking through any rooms they passed by, to see if you were in any of them, but to no avail.

"It's almost dinner time, and Y/n-chan and some of our teammates are still not here. Ego-san will not be happy." Yukimiya added. As the trio turned a corner, they heard a muffled voice in one of the rooms, the familiar soft voice immediately registering in their heads, that voice was definitely yours.

Sighing in relief that they won't be scolded by Ego tonight, they entered once the automatic door opened to let them in.

"Y/n-chan, dinner is al- Eh?" Isagi, along with Hiori and Yukimiya, can only blink in confusion, taken aback by the rather...unique and odd scene in front of them. The room where Kaiser and Ness were staying in was in a huge mess, with many books scattered, there was even one mini board on the floor with what looks to be mathematical equations written on them.

But the weirdest scenery was what was in the middle of the mess. You sat, criss-crossed on the ground holding what seems to be a children's book of sorts due to the rather whimsical cover as you read the content in a soft voice, similar to that of a mother singing her lullaby. Charles' head was on your lap, head in between your arms that was holding the book as he seemed to be so focused on the book that his little fangs were sticking out.

Bachira was resting his head on your left shoulder, eyes listening to your voice and looking at the book. While on your other shoulder was an uncharacteristically quiet Shidou, who looked to be taken and focused on your voice as well. Ness, meanwhile, sat beside Bachira, listening and peeking at the book with a calm smile too.

Kaiser, Loki and Lorenzo were the most shocking ones in the equation as they were not as clingy to you, but they seemed to be listening to the story, too, yes, Kaiser was bad at hiding his interest.

'This looks like...a daycare.'

The three Bastard Munchen players can only comment in their minds at the scene. To think that these people, who are quite the opponents on the field, with some having questionnable ethics (ehem Shidou, Kaiser and Bachira ehem), can be calmed down by a mere children's story was unbelievable.

They were all hyper-focused on your voice, too. Like your mouth held the tongue of an angel, ready to give them the tales of the future. And so, they were really wondering now; what the hell did they walk into?

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" He chortled in his joy."

Your vouce narrated the poem, trying to mimic a much deeper voice for the supposed persona of the dialogue.

"Huh? What the hell is frabjous?" Charles pointed out at the word, you stopped to try and remember what it meant.

"Hmm, in this context, I think it means joyous. Like that day is a joyous day, Charles."

"Oooh, okay! Continue!"

'Are we statues here?'

Isagi, Hiori, and Yukimiya wondered as it seemed that none of them there noticed the three of them standing in front of the door. Then as if on cue, Bachira turned his head to find the three of them to which his grin only widened as he waved at the trio.

"Isagi! Oh and Yukki and Hiorin too! Join us! Y/n-chan is reading us the Ja-Jawoc...Jawocky..."

"Jabberwocky..." You softly corrected him.

"Right! Jabberwocky!" The male cheered as he went back to resting his body and head against yours, causing you to flinch a bit due to the heaviness. It was not easy to have three males who are probably double your muscle mass resting their body against yours.

"I understand Bachira and the other two. But what are you four of all people doing here?" Yukimiya turned his head to Kaiser, Ness, Lorenzo, and Loki. To which Loki shrugged his shoulders.

"I searched for Charles and Shidou and ended up here. I don't mind it though...the story reminds me of when I was younger!" And it did. He remembered his mother telling him stories ranging from the typical fairytales like Hansel and Gretel or Snow White to the weirdest ones, like Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz and the Jabberwocky, the one you were currently reading. The nostalgia was quite heavy, especially now that he's on the other side of the world, feeling homesick at times, because, even if he is a world-class striker, he is still a child at heart, a fact he would never admit to anyone.

"It's our room, idiot. Of course we'll be here." Kaiser rolled his eyes and pointed to Ness and him. But, truthfully, it wasn't just that reason as to why he was there, listening to your words. Growing up, he was not taught how to read, let alone read to by any adult. He has seen those scenes in movies before, but he never experienced that nor did he think he would want that.

But, he kind of liked the soft tone to your voice, the way you ennounciate your words, trying to make impressions on each persona or character of the stories.

It added heaviness to the situation when he remembered that he never went to school and just started learning how to read proper books when he was out of the hell he was once in. So, classics like fairytales were something he did not know of. He would even quip questions about the story and some words he does not understand of, partially because most of the words and ideas were so silly in his mind.

Did adults think kids are that stupid? Although, even if it was stupid...it was entertaining and well, warming. Naive, yes, but not offending. Was this the childhood of those other kids? He was someone who did not dwell on the past, but he still could not help but wonder.

Ness, on the other hand, was the opposite. He was someone who would tear up at even the memory of his rough past. He grew up being alienated and deprived of love by his family just because he believed in something they did not. The books you were currently holding was his, a stash he hid and bought with him to this stupid facility to kill time.

But instead of tearing it apart like his siblings would have done, you took it seriously, reading it happily to him and the others. It felt so satisfying...so joyful to see that the girl he loved was more than happy to support and take his love and belief in something impossible, instead of making fun of him and shunning him out like the people of his past.

"Heh, what's wrong with a lil sprinkly sparkle in your life every once in a while?" Lorenzo smirked, shrugging at Yukimiya before turning hisbhead to face you again.

Like with Kaiser, life has not been kind to a young Lorenzo. He has not been imparted any books of those kind, nor was he even given the chance to get an education. How would he, when he did not even have enough money for a few bread scraps? In life, you need to sacrifice, and for him, survival was the definite better option than some paper and a chance to wear some sort of ugly toga.

But, he would be lying if he said he was not curious what it would feel like to have grown up in a normal place, a normal environment with normal people who do not struggle financially? To have learned how to read better than what his current skill is due to his lack of education. To know any references or fairytail the others would inquire you about, due to the familiarity of the story. He wondered how it feels to have that privilege of familiarity.

But, he digressed. The past is the past, and dwelling on it was just the shittiest way to live. He was here for a good time, for God's sake!

"Geez..." Hiori sighed as he watched your cheeks plump up mainly because of the hugs Bachira, Shidou and Charles gave you, squeezing your cheeks along with it which made him let out a low chuckle. God, were you just adorable.

"C'mon Y/n-chaaaan! Read the next story!"

"But, Shidou-san, dinner is about to-"

"We can eat dinner later, Y/n! You can continue reading!" Charles encouraged as he looked up at you from your lap, a mischievous grin on his face matching that of Shidou's and Bachira's.

You can only sigh at the three's childlike brhaviour before relenting.

"Okay, one more story then we eat, okay?"

In the end, the one story became five as Hiori, Yukimiya, and Isagi also joined in on the fairytale marathon you gave them.

ADDITIONAL TIME!

• BACHIRA saw Ness' books un this and asked you to read the first story, Cinderella to them, since he thought your voice fitted the beautiful maiden in the story. Like Loki and Charles, he missed his home and his mother's voice, remembering the nights where he would sleep next to her on her bed as she would lull him to sleep with mindless stories about fairytales and mystical wonders that let his mind go wild.

• CHARLES, having to grow up with so many siblings, has always had to share the attention of his parents, hence why he is a bit touch and attention starved. That included the bedtime stories and many pleasantries before bed, having to give up that privilege at a young age because of his younger siblings coming into the picture. So, he loved that he got to rekindle those memories and with you of all people in the midst of it!

• SHIDOU is not a believer of magic nor fairytales. He hates it, the impossible to him is something that can be broken apart by anyone, but magic was not the impossible that he believes in. Magic was just plain unethical, not true, fictional. Completely different in his brain. But, your voice was quite pleasant to listen to, and for the first time ever, he was willing to sit down and listen to a dumb fairytale, just to hear you.

This became a lil too angsty than I thought it would be LMAO

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[bannock-freak]

#i hope this is ok and doesnt come off rude!!#1st time rlly interacting on tumblr

hey no worries!!! you weren't rude at all and you stated your point really well! if im understanding you right then in your opinion its the egregious nature of the mischaracterization that puts it over the top for you? thats totally fair! i think ive said this but its been a while since i've read or watched saiki k all the way through, so i could absolutely be misremembering there.

uhm. im sorry. i think. i rambled a bit. so. oops. sorry *u* its just. fun for me to talk about ig????

i think part of it for me is how they treat him in response to their ideas of him. like with rifuta, at least iirc, she was extra antagonistic toward him after this until they settled into a more sibling-like dynamic. teruhashi is interesting with this because the sheer number of her fantasies, combined with a very consistent seeming characterization of him, is what put that over the top for me a bit. BUT she also seems to take efforts to learn about him? when they go on a date to keep away from her brother's filming location, she says that she's learned saiki really likes sweets and uses that to cajole him into staying. if she actually believed the saiki of her fantasies was real, would she still feel the need to do that? which is what also helps me to believe that she's willing to let go of those to accept who he really is, but still uses those fantasies as a crutch for to uphold her ego. i think that may be the same for rifuta.

the idea of getting chased by a very handsome but manipulative playboy and being able to reject him, maybe that appeals to her? especially since it's 'saiki' setting her at odds with teruhashi and not rifuta bringing it up herself. once she comes to like teruhashi, i could see why that'd rub her the wrong way, so maybe the mischaracterization comforts her - and is therefore an ego crutch. yumehara has a looooooot of fantasies in one episode but once she gets distracted from him she seems to stop seeing him through that filter for the most part, brief discontent with her boyfriend aside.

BUT. AIURA. the actual point of the conversation alskdfj

okay. i don't think aiura knows him inside and out, first off, i just think she's closer to the bullseye than the other girls who fantasized about him. if that didn't come across properly then i apologize but that is what i meant to convey.

andddd i don't really take what aiura says about saiki after she has a fight with him too seriously tbh, it's clear to see that she is seriously fired up over what she sees as a refusal to help a person who needs it. like, it's something she says in a moment of frustration more than how she genuinely sees him. for me that jives better with her attitude toward him afterwards. aiura seems to have a huge 'i need to help people whenever i can' thing, so it'd make sense to me that if she actually saw saiki as a person who's completely selfish and doesn't care about other people, she either wouldn't spend the time of day on him (like she legit storms off to just get it done herself, i think she'd maintain that attitude) or would hound him to convert him.

instead she not only continues to associate with him, but she actually retains the instinct to go to him for help on things like train derailments and other 'psychicker' type problems. and when saiki asks HER to help HIM help people (ala stoning Nendo and Kaidou or saving the world from a super volcano or, less personally and therefore probably less aligned with his 'i dont care if it doesnt concern me' mantra, saving suzumiya from herself) she doesn't respond to him as though she believes it's OOC. which i think makes sense given saiki was forced to reveal himself to her for the explicit purpose of saving yumehara's life. like that's her introduction to him, it'd be hard for her not to figure out that he does actually care for people even if he says he doesnt cus hes a mega tsundere in denial.

(i like how hes drawn here, the lad looks Very cool)

in other words, it doesn't change her behaviour toward him. and i think that could be said similarly about her fantasies, too. she might press a bit to try and get the response he wants ala 'but that's what you mean right right right' but i don't recall her doing that as often as teruhashi thinks something like 'now he's DEFINITELY gonna say Oh Wow/Offu!'. so it's less consistent. she'll take a swing anytime she thinks she sees an opportunity, but (again in my memory) doesn't chafe nearly as much as teruhashi does (or yumehara tbh... the look on her face when she's comfort-eating those cookies, woof LMAO) when her expectations aren't fulfilled.

instead aiura actually pivots course when she needs to. for example the 'my parents arent home' miscommunication. she swings and misses and whines but she also knows straight up why saiki asked for her help, she needs no clarification. so it makes me wonder how much she's pushing for the reaction she wants (and therefore probably somewhat aware it's not gonna happen) and how much she's actually teasing him completely unseriously (with the full awareness that he's not gonna stop playing hard to get).

and when she asks to kiss him after the supervolcano is dealt with she RESPECTS it when saiki tells her no. instead they hug. it's a really sweet moment~

even when she's being pushy in other words, there's not as much of this VVVV her world isn't legit ending cus of the mere possibility that saiki MIGHT turn her down

which might even be why saiki is able to tell her no, given he's a bit of a soft touch and doesn't want girls to die just because he refuses to reciprocate their romantic interest LMAO this moment is somewhat early on in his and teruhashis relationship but if i remember right i think aiuras are too???? so if thats true it could be a decent comparison but again i could be wrong.

she also doesnt pull the same 'trick' repeatedly in my memory, whereas teruhashi tries a few times to go on a date with saiki to win his 'oh wow' at long last (and does debatably have more success since she's so hard to say no to lmaoooo). i do think that counts for something. not sure how much, but something lmao

i keep bringing up teruhashi because i think, of the girls who fantasize about him, its aiura and then her that seem to display a greater understanding of his character compared to yumehara and rifuta, in addition to her and aiura being the primary 'rivals' for his affections.

im not saying any of this to insinuate teruhashi is acting inappropriately or that she's wrong, it's just a good point of contrast in their behaviour for me

back to the radtacular fortune teller. OFC since she acts that way from the start, she could just be going on the basis of her assumptions and treating him that way since her behaviour doesnt really change. to me it just aligns better with how she treats him outside those moments, it would make less sense to me otherwise ykno? she might not be a hundred percent on the mark when it comes to her understanding of who saiki is as a person, but she's also not a telepath so she wasn't going to be anyways. well, not unless end of eva happens and they get tanged but that's a different show so LOL

also a really great point of contrast to see where the changes are and who's static. rifuta and yumeharas attitudes change toward saiki, teruhashi's attitude changes toward herself, and aiura is by and large static... just rly fun to think about!

BUT YEAH....i dont know if aaaaaany of that makes sense? i hope it does. but that was my logic behind that part of the post anyways LOL anyways apologies again for the unnecessarily long response alksdfj

the disparity in how the girls view saiki entertains me also btw

rifuta imagines saiki as a debonair and oh so dangerous playboy with his shirt unbuttoned, shimmering eyes, and glamorous hair. she's actually completely replaced a memory with this scenario too instead of making something up wholesale.

yumehara imagines saiki as soft and rounded with big guileless eyes - completely nonthreatening in other words, which she somehow combines with the edward cullen creep factor because in her imagination he likes to sniff her hanky....?????

teruhashi imagines him as mostly himself, just with a complete personality switch. unless it's during art class in which case you either get plainer-than-satou or bishoujo-romance-kun. so apart from those instances, you could say that she understands certain pieces of his character, but overrides the others completely to her own preferences. IE 'Kunio' vs 'Kusuo'.

aiura doesnt have nearly as many imagine spots iirc, probably since, of the girls, she knows saiki the best? and iirc she seems to know it's more fantasy than reality. she accepts that this version of him lives in her head. but she's probably the closest of all of them there, too, albeit she's ramped a certain part of his personality WAY up. saiki is prone to giving mischievous and charming grins like below but he wouldn't say that in a thousand years.

(i also think it's very funny that yumehara and kaidou's interpretations of saiki are very freaking similar)

of the girls, rifutas and aiuras fantasies are the most similar and yumehara and teruhashi's are the most similar. i think they all have things in common with saiki - if you mash them all together, you might get a character that's somewhat similar - but ofc they're certainly not him.

it's also interesting which pieces of him they play up and play down, and who of them most commonly use him as a prop to uphold their egos. rifuta makes up a completely different character, yumehara idealizes him to an enormous extent, teruhashi doesn't mind his appearance but doesn't prefer his natural personality (though i think she warms up to that aspect of him as they get to know each other) and aiura, well... manga readers know whats up there. but again, she likes his face and she really likes it when he shows his domineering side - but that's only one aspect of his personality.

it's too bad that of the boys the only one who has imagine spots of him is kaidou, at least to my recollection. would've been fun to compare and contrast those too. for example what do 'shadow leader' and 'partner' and 'master' look like?

anyways idk. just thinking lol

PS some Official Saikis that alignish with the above headcanons

aiura - rifuta

teruhashi - yumehara

[evie-sturns]

make up - Chris Sturniolo

summary: you and your boyfriend chris have a massive argument, and even after he apologises you still dont forgive him. he makes it up to you a totally different way.

contains: smut, makeup sex, angst, arguing, yelling, fluff, swearing.

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9:38pm

chris walks into the warm kitchen, i lean against the counter with a small smile.

"hi chris!" i speak softly, i walk up to him and wrap my arms around him.

he pats me once on the back before shrugging me off with a small incoherent mumble. "chris-? whats wrong with you?" i ask calmly, cocking my head to the side.

he scoffs, "nothings 'wrong with me', just not in the mood for it.", his voice is hoarse and he sounds pissed.

"not in the mood for what-?" i ask, staring up at him as he continues to look down at his phone, the light of the screen illuminating his features.

"not in the mood for you," he snaps back almost instantly before turning around and walking into the dining room.

my eyebrows knit together as i try to stay calm.

"what do you mean? what did i even do?" i ask, following him into the dining room.

he sits down at one of the chairs with a huff, his eyes closed as if hes trying to block me out.

"chris-" i start but he instantly cuts me off,

"every single minute you wanna be grabbing on me and shit, every. single. minute." he replies quickly,

"i dont understand why youre so obsessed with me or something? like god can i get any time alone?" he spits,

i let out an audible gasp,

"what- why is your ego so big that you automatically assume i'm 'obsessed' with you?" i laugh,

"you're my boyfriend of course i want to touch you?" i follow up, a frown clear on my face.

"you know you can be so damn clingy, pisses me off." chris raises his voice as he stares up at me from the dining chair.

i stare down at him, my eyebrows knit together as i try to figure out how to calm this situation down.

but i can’t, he’s pissed me off now and i’m known for talking back quite often…

“not my fault your a moody grown ass man, but you never fail to act like a child.” i told my arms,

“god, listen to yourself, just a whole load of yap yap yap.” chris mumbles as he makes a mouth with his hands.

he rolls his eyes,

“why are you acting like this?” i raise my voice, folding my arms over my chest with a hurt expression.

“i’m not acting like anything! you genuinely annoy me so much and i’m not sure how much longer i can keep putting up with your bullshit.” he scoots his chair back, it makes a loud screech on the wooden floor as he stands up to meet my gaze.

“well what then- you’re gonna break up with me cause you’re in a sensitive fuckin mood?” i yell back,

“you’re making it hard not to.” he laughs bitterly,

“chris- you get like this too often! i mean all you do is complain and bitch-?”

he cuts me off, “all i do is complain? you can’t go a full hour without whining to me, i hate that about you, seriously hate it.”

i throw my hands in the air, he takes a firm grip of my wrist and clutches it tight.

“let me go you asshole!” i yell, tugging my arm.

he grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

i stare up into his piercing blue eyes as he speaks.

“you are such a bitch, such a fucking bitch.” he speaks codly, a hint of honesty behind his words.

i finally get my wrist free with a loud huff,

“where are you off to now? ‘gonna go have another cry in the bedroom? seems like the only thing you do.” chris grumbles,

“fuck- i hate you!” i scream, storming off down the hallway into my room.

“i bet you do” he scoffs,

i slam the door of my room, i walk over to the bed and flop down on it.

-

i promised myself i wouldn’t cry, i don’t want chris thinking i’m a crybaby.

but now i’ve been alone for 20 minutes, the emotions are finally building up as i replay the argument over and over in my head.

i burst into a sob, instantly trying to wipe the tears away, but it’s no use, they spill down my cheeks quicker than i can control.

i bury my face in my hands as i let out wracked sobs,

i grab chris and i’s shared stuffed animal, which we collectively got for our 6 month anniversary.

i let out shaky breathes as i try to calm myself down

my thoughts get interrupted by two knocks at the bedroom door,

it follows by chris walking in with a small smile, all of his anger from earlier gone.

“hey..” he whispers, a nervous expression on his face

i ignore him, keeping my eyes fixed on my lap.

“can we have a little chat- please?” chris asks softly,

i shake my head, maybe i’m being somewhat immature, but i don’t care.

“i just wanna say i’m sorry, i love you a lot and i wasn’t thinking straight- at all.” he whispers, staring at me.

he sits on the bed infront of me,

“i don’t like fighting with you, and i’m sorry that i managed to start an argument it wasn’t your fault.” he speaks, his hand resting on my knee,

“i’m sorry baby.” he sighs,

i give him total radio silence, my mouth presses in a thin line.

“can i have an answer please?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over my knee softly.

i shake my head with a small pout,

“oh- please don’t give me that pout, i hate seeing you so upset.” he sighs,

“i don’t forgive you.” i mumble, i fidget with my nails as i stare down at my hands.

“okay, do you want more time alone?” he asks,

i shake my head with a small “no.”

“would you like me to stay here with you?” he follows up,

i shrug,

“what can i do to prove i’m sorry?” chris asks, scooting up next to me on the bed and resting his back against the headboard.

i shrug again,

chris reaches out and glides his fingers over the waistband of my sweatpants, keeping his eyes locked on my face.

he slowly dips his hand under my waistband, i feel his cool fingertips grace over the lace of the panties.

i nod slightly, a signal for him to keep going.

“can i make you feel really good please?” chris asks, his voice is slightly more hoarse now.

i nod, “fine..”

i try to sound as uninterested as possible, just as a little reminder i’m still mad at him.

chris grabs me under my arms and lifts me onto his lap,

i straddle him, my legs on either side of his thighs.

he reaches for the hem of my shirt, i nod.

“and.. up!” he gently lifts my shirt off over my head,

he reaches round and unclasps my bra, letting it fall onto his chest

“so so beautiful ‘f me.” he sighs, his hands roam over the curve of my waist.

i stay seated happily on chris’s lap, looking into his eyes as he sits up against the headboard.

he reaches round for my sweatpants, gently tugging them down my legs and off my ankles, leaving me in just my baby pink pair of panties. a little bow decorating the top.

my clothed cunt presses against his sweatpants,

his eyes rake over my body with a small groan,

i whine, reaching for the hem of my panties.

“i’m sorry doll, i don’t mean to tease ‘ya.” he whispers, quickly discarding my panties and shoving them in his pocket

i sit completely bare ontop of him, he’s fully clothed still just admiring me.

he gently rolls me off of him onto my back, i lay spread out across the mattress.

he stands up off the bed and gently tugs me to the edge of the bed, my legs dangling off the end of the bed.

he reaches for his belt buckle, which makes a loud clinking noise as he lets it drop to the floor.

chris tugs off his shirt, which is slightly cropped at the bottom.

finally he reaches for the button of his jeans, letting it drop to the floor and pool around his ankles.

he stands in his boxers, his happy trail peeks out the top of his waistband.

chris pulls me even closer to the edge of the bed,

he kneels down on the floor infront of me, his head inches away from where i need him most.

my breathing picks up as i feel his hair graze the inside of my thighs, my clit practically throbbing now with how bad i need him.

“i- chris- please you- you said you wouldn’t tease me-“ i whimper, shifting my hips to bring them closer to chris.

he chuckles softly, his hands wrap around my thighs and position them over his shoulders.

he tugs me close to him, his nose brushing against my clit.

i feel him finally place his tongue onto my entrance, tingles shoot straight through my body.

he licks a stripe from my hole up to my clit, savouring the flavour as he slowly presses his lips to my clit.

he hums against my clit as he sucks on it lightly, jolts of pleasure rushing through me.

chris has never been known for being gentle or slow, he usually goes so rough to the point of me screaming out his name, so this is definitely a change.

he speeds up, i clench around nothing as i get closer and closer.

my hands tangle into his hair, tugging softly at the silky strands.

“oh- oh chris-!” i moan out, he gently thrusts his fingers in and out of me, my walls stretching around his longer fingers.

that’s enough to tip me over the edge, i clench around his fingers.

i let out a breathless moan as i release, chris gently unlatches his mouth off of me with a grin, my juices covering his chin.

he wipes his chin on the back of his hands,

“feeling a bit better sweetie?” he asks, his lips glossy.

i nod, laying my arm messily across my face.

“tell me what you want now.” he whispers, his hands travel up the sides of my torso as he gently removes my arm from my face.

“you a bit sensitive? do you wanna wait a minute?” he asks softly,

i shake my head, “just want-.. you.”

“okay baby.” he whispers, standing between my legs.

“hold my hand if you need to.” chris says, his blue eyes fixed on mine.

i nod, reaching up and gripping his hand.

“okay- ‘s gonna hurt a little bit but you’ll get used to it like always.”

he gently pushes inside of me, his tip stretching me out already.

i squeeze his hand tight before letting out a pathetic moan.

he pushes deeper inside of me, i let out small whimpers.

“i know, i know.” he whispers, his free hand coming up and resting on the side of my face.

he grabs a pillow and positions it under my back,

“feel a little better?” chris asks as his cock sits fully inside of me.

i nod, finally cracking a small smile.

chris leans down, his arms caging around me as his face hovers inches from mine.

he slowly starts to thrust, keeping his eyes locked on mine as his chain dangles in my face.

“oh- fuck- you’re so tight.” he mutters, positioning himself so he repeatedly hits my g-spot.

“chris-“ i moan, gripping his bicep.

chris quickens his pace just so slightly, his tip repeatedly brushed against that sweet spot.

“i’m so sorry baby- fuck..” he groans,

“didn-didn’t mean to upset you- earlier-“ he moans out as his thrusts keep their steady rythm.

“you- you cum whenever you want to baby, don’t gotta ask me for permission.” he whispers,

i nod frantically,

“fuck- oh my gosh!” i arch my back off the bed,

“feels so full chris-“ i whimper, he reaches a hand down and presses on my lower stomach,

“you feel me right there?” he asks, gently massaging my stomach.

i nod, a choked moan escaping my lips.

“such a pretty girl,” he groans,

i whine, opening my mouth wide.

“yeah?- ‘ya want my fingers?” he asks,

i nod frantically, needing something to muffle my noises.

he gently presses two fingers in my mouth, letting them rest on my tongue.

“goood girl, good girl.” he rambles, keeping his fingers resting on my tongue.

“oh- ‘m so- ‘m so close-“ i say through a muffled moan,

my gummy walls clench around him, feeling the knot in my stomach get closer to snapping.

and finally,

it does.

i let out a loud whine against his fingers as i finish, clenching around him so tight.

chris instantly lets go, burying his release deep inside of me.

he pulls his dick out of me with a loud pop, followed by his fingers.

he stands hunched over between my legs as he catches his breath. “god- god y/n.” he whispers,

his cum slowly drips out of me onto the bedsheets, which chris seems to pick up on,

he gets the two fingers which were just in my mouth and gently pushes his release back inside of me, “there we go, gonna take it all ‘f me.”

he finally collapses beside me, pulling me onto his chest.

i bury my head in his collarbone, wrapping my arms around him.

“do- do you finally forgive me?” chris asks with a small chuckle, still completely out of breath.

“i guess so.” i grin cheekily,

-

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[charmedsquirell]

How I got into the void

Hey guys,

My name is Sylvie. i want to share that two years ago, I started to look into the void state because I was in bad place in my life. I wanted to be useful for my family and give them everything in an instant. I downloaded tumblr and started to follow all the blogs I could find. I found a lot of information. Most of it contradicted one another and that confused me a lot. The people that helped me the most were b4ddprincess, lucky kiwii, adambja and wizlizbelle. When Wizliz left, i also deleted my tumblr since she was the only one who i used to rant to and i was really suicidal.

i found her again and started to ranting to her about my life which was irritating and I'm sure like most bloggers do not want to be trauma dumped on but i just did not have anyone on my side. But I wanted to make this post bc i know her blog doesn't exist anymore but there were people who wanted to know more about this stuff. I basically asked for tarot readings from her so i could see why it was not working for me and i would like ask every single day. one day she told me that my only problem is resistance. I will try my best to explain it like she did.

so basically the ego feeds on resistance because it knows you do not believe in the positive things you tell it fully and some people have their ego under control, some people do not. I used to do like 4 hour non stop affirming every day and it did not work for me. so she said stop affirming, stop asking tarot, and give in to the voice. I was like is she guiding me to do the wrong thing but then she said it helped her a lot. So i was not believing in this but i did it (she sent a script of what to say) and the voice came

"you will never date Alek and he will never love you" and i said "yeah i know. and?"

"you will never lose weight and be fat forever" and i said " yeah i won't. and?"

"you will never enter the void state" and i said "yeah i know i won't, and?" and then the voice like just stopped. there was nothing. literally nothing and my mind had never ever been clear. so i teold her like this happened and she says "you basically tamed your ego and put it to sleep by giving it what it wanted to hear but because you've been affirming and trying all these methods in your past, your subconscious will not buy into negtivity. Your subconscious is the part of your brain that cannot function on its own and blindly believes you. It cannot even see what u see."

i was literally so shocked because i would always affirm "no! he will love me and i'll enter the void" like trying to convince the go but wiz said that you can tame the ego and make it work for you instead of trying to convince it. when you agree with it, it becomes silent. like oh she gave me what i wanted to hear, now what? so now when i would think "the void is hard" automatically i would hear "no it's not". like not even me saying it but just a same voice that would be negative before.

look, i do not really care for like what is and what is not or whatever drama that happened. and it was bad to see her go but the truth is that we do not need to hear from others. Of course if she had not told me, i would not know but sometimes putting in the work does more damage than good sometimes and i used to see many like me here.

So then finally i tried this at night, when lying down i let the negativity came in and i did not resist it. when my mind became completely silent (it took maybe one to two minutes) i said "i am in the void" and i felt no resistance. then i did not expect anything but just to affirm over and over. finally i was there. it was the void and i knew because i did not even feel my whole body just like a floating thing like ball of light. I affirmed that my dad would get his job back and my bf would love me. i affirmed for losing weight. all that came true so fast but i spent time in the void. when i woke up, i had it. my dad was happy he brought sweets to celebrate. everything else came true as well. so now i come back to tumblr to say goodbye again that maybe we have to work with us and not against.

just to be safe, this is just my experience and i'm not gonna like respond or anything bc i do not want to be a blogger especially after seeing the drama. you may not feel this way but this worked for me. maybe it will work for you and maybe not.

[callsign-rogueone]

Going off your wingleader!Liam idea… Liam and reader are third-years and total couple goals. A first year comes in and starts flirting with reader every time he sees her. He doesn’t know she’s dating his wingleader. She’s polite but doesn’t mention Liam.

One day during training the new guy is watching reader and running his mouth about how hot she is, nudging other guys in his squad and making all kinds of remarks, even going so far as to make a comment to Liam. Liam just smirks, showing off those cute little dimples, as reader walks over and kisses him in front of everyone. New guy just stares in absolute shock (and horror when he realizes the woman he’s been objectifying is his wingleader’s girl.) Need a fic like this immediately 😭

I love this so much. I don't have the bandwidth to write this into a whole chapter but I DO have ideas. so here they are. (future Liz here… I got very carried away. but it’s Liam, so it’s fine.)

this guy clearly thinks he's hot shit. not even bonded yet, but his ego is bigger than Tairn's. so of course he goes after you, a third year with a leadership position at the top of your class. (because Liam's girl is as perfect as him.)

at this point you're used to these boys coming in and trying to flex on everyone. so you know how to brush it off. it's so routine that you don't even mention it to Liam, because you've got more important things to do / discuss.

anyway.

a couple weeks go by of the same thing, until one day, mister confidence is just in the wrong place at the wrong time. running his mouth without realizing who's around him, watching you demonstrate something and making comments to his friends instead of paying attention. Liam's about to elbow him and tell him to shut up, and then he realizes that they're talking about you.

immediately, he's upset — he's just itching to tell this guy off, both for talking when he's supposed to be listening to directions that could save his life, and also for saying those things about you, making comments on your body and how much he wants to... you know what I’m getting at here. anyway.

you can see Liam standing at the back of the gym, can see the visible frustration on his face and the way his jaw is clenched, his shoulders tight and tense... and you know it's hard to upset our sunshine boy, so something bad must have happened.

you wrap up the demonstration, get the youngins paired up to work, and then you slip away to Liam and give him a little kiss, because that’s your default greeting, that’s just automatic at this point when you see him, and take his hand and ask what’s wrong.

and then all the stress and tension just fades out of him, and he gives you a genuine smile, pulls you closer and holds you in a way that makes it clear that you’re a couple.

normally he isn’t one for PDA, so you’re a little surprised, but you don’t question it at all, just happy to cuddle up with him, resting your head on his shoulder and taking a moment to relax — his presence is always so soothing, and you don’t get moments like this very often in your very busy days as a wingleader and a section leader.

you don’t even notice the boy’s slack-jawed look as he realizes that you have a boyfriend. you’re too busy appreciating the moment you get to spend with Liam — but over your shoulder, he’s definitely smirking at the kid, like… get fucked, she’s mine. not that our boy would ever say that. he’s just thinking it really hard.

he gets a little pouty once you're behind closed doors, though, and tells you about it.

you laugh, and remind him that the first year boys can look all they want, but he's the only one who can touch, and if they do, they're going to get their nose broken. and that he's the only one who can set foot in your room, because you absolutely warded them like Xaden and Violet's.

that pacifies him, but he’s still thinking about it for the rest of the day.

he doesn’t consider himself particularly possessive, but he realizes that he just wants people to know that you’re his — or more so that you’re together and in love, and you’re it for each other.

the pair of you have always been focused on the present, the incredibly stressful lives that you lead here at this death trap of a school. but now he starts really thinking about the future.

you’ll be graduating soon, a pair of lieutenants headed off… somewhere. he hasn’t decided yet. he’ll get his choice, being a wingleader. but what about you? section leaders aren’t promised anything. there’s only one other way to guarantee that you’ll stay together… and damn, does he like the idea of you having matching name patches on your flight jackets.

but you deserve a real proposal, a romantic one, not something rushed, decided out of practicality. and when is too soon in your relationship to talk about that? you’ve been together since your threshing, but it feels like a lot longer than that — everything you’ve endured has brought you closer, he supposes.

you curl further into his side with a sleepy hum. “what’s on your mind?”

he’s about to tell you it’s nothing, but you know him better than that. “you have that look on your face,” you mumble, your eyes still closed. “know you’re thinkin' about something.”

“about you," he answers honestly, lifting the arm you have slung around his waist and finding your hand, taking it in his. it fits perfectly, your skin smooth against the callouses and scars decorating his hands from years of making his carvings. a dangerous hobby, you’d joked. you have a point. he’s amassed more tiny injuries from his own knives than from anything Basgiath has put him through. “about us.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he answers, his thumb brushing over your ring finger, where a wedding band would go. “about the future.”

“two kids and a cat,” you murmur. “and trips to Morraine in the summer. rent a little house on the lake for a week or two, and just lay around.”

“sounds perfect.”

you just hum in reply, too tired to keep talking. Liam presses a kiss to your forehead, pulling the covers a little higher. “I love you.”

“Love y’too.”

[fairestwriting]

rq for reader pranking jack, sebek, and floyd by asking them to open a bottle for them but they secretly super glued the bottle shut

oh i love a good silly request. for Once this is actually pretty short

𐙚 Jack Howl

Doesn’t think twice about you asking him for help to open the bottle. It’s actually something he’s so used to do it’s nearly automatic, his siblings ask him to open bottles all the time, especially since he got more serious about working out. It’s still a little flattering, of course, but he’ll keep that feeling lowkey. Or as lowkey as he can, when his body kanguage immediately perks up at the request.

Jack is humble enough, and studious enough, to not be very shaken by it not opening on the first try. He’s aware it’s not a matter of brute strength. He just frowns slightly as he looks at the bottle with more seriousness than the situation really calls for. You might have to hold back your laughter. He’ll try again and again, changing the way he presses on the cap, so focused on just completing the task you’d think you offered to pay him for it.

Gives up within a reasonable few minutes, his ears flat against his head. ”…Are you sure this bottle cap is supposed to be just twisted? I think you might be supposed to cut the seal open instead.” It’s a weird idea for such a regular looking bottle, sure, but he can’t come up with any other explanations. He gets a gut feeling it was tampered with somehow, but who would do this to just a random bottle? Makes no sense to him. You just happen to be lucky he’s not outgoing enough to know how often Savanaclaw students play pranks like that on each other...

𐙚 Floyd Leech

The request itself makes him feel quite proud. He might not even really feel like it, initially telling you if you couldn’t ask Jade instead, but it still feeds his ego. Adding in a little compliment to his strength is an easy way to sway him, if he’s in a lazier mood.

He’s honestly kind of surprised you’re asking for help with something as silly as opening a bottle— Humans are definitely funny, he thinks. The fact the bottle is really putting up a fight against him just feeds into that thought. Why make a bottle that you’re too weak to open? Floyd muses out loud while he’s giving it a try, and you shrug, trying to not give yourself away.

He complains about it scraping his hands around the third try or so. Even if he has the gloves of his dorm uniform on. He’ll actually do it more if he has the gloves on, saying that it’s so bad he can feel it through them. Gets too annoyed to try again and decides to just… bite it off. ”Ew, why’s the seal so nasty tasting... you better ask Jade t’open it next time, Shrimpy.” He spits off the cap and hands it back. Never once does it cross his mind that he just bit through a layer of glue. Or that you might not want to drink from a bottle with bite marks on it.

𐙚 Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek has been just waiting to get a request like that. Sure, his training isn’t just about becoming strong, but it’s an important part of it, and something he works very hard on. So yes, of course he’ll open that bottle for you, he’s always up for helping anyone in need, he’ll announce with a big smile.

He takes the bottle from your hands with a little dramatic pause. He’s expecting the cap to just slide off the second his fingers close around it. It’s just a bottle, and if he was the first person you thought of asking to help, that must mean he’s gotten even stronger, to him— Of course, he’s immediately humbled, the second he gives it his first try. Granted, he wasn’t really putting any strength into it, something he admits, slightly flustered.

”I’d imagine a bottle made for humans would be more mindful of your needs.” He huffs, giving it a second go. His pride is a little wounded, yes, but his words are actually pretty genuine. He tries again, then again, then again. His hands start to hurt and he’s genuinely stunned that something like this could be produced— And he rants about that while he keeps trying. The glue might actually give out at one point, because he won’t just stop unless you tell him what’s really going on. If you manage to get to that point without giving yourself away, he’ll just leave believing human-run bottle factories are insane.

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[hitomisuzuya]

hi suzu! how r u! it was actually my birthday like 3 days ago ! anyyway could you pretty please with a cherry ontop do smut after hours in a bar with scara? (he owns the bar) or maybe even like smut in a VIP/private room of a fancy bar. You could do both if you’d like; or just one, whatever you prefer!!

(i actually have a note for ideas that come to mind so i don’t forget them nd can go back to them when your requests open…)

- 🎧

bar owner!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. degradation. creampie. praise. finger sucking. hookup to lovers. scara is kinda really feral in this.

a very happy very belated birthday to you❤️ aw i am flattered. it always makes me happy knowing someone enjoys my writing that much🥺

you usually didn't do hookups, but you just couldn't help yourself. no matter what you did, you just couldn't get the handsome, and quite frankly very grumpy (it only adds to his charm) bar tender out of your head.

recently, you'd been showing up a few nights a week, always sitting in the barstool closest to where he was working. you'd been putting careful thought into what dress you wore that night or how you did your hair, hopeful that maybe you could get his attention in some small way.

scaramouche sure has noticed you. his customers generally were boring to him, but you suddenly stood out to him. there was just something so cute about the little things you did for his attention. like how on some nights, you wore a shorter, tighter dress. even the corner of his eye would be trained to notice when you crossed or uncrossed your legs, straining to see that extra peek of thigh.

thighs he wanted to spread and hold apart while he fucks his cock so deep into you, your pussy squeezing so tight around his cock that it left him senseless.

no sooner had scaramouche closed the bar, he was pressing hungry kisses on your soft lips, guiding you towards the decadent vip lounge room while he pawed at your clothes.

he knew he could just take you home, but this is his bar. if he wants to fuck you in the vip lounge after hours then that's what he would do.

"don't think i haven't noticed all the little ways you try to get my attention," both his hands firmly grope your ass before he lifts you to sit on the bar. "so pathetically cute," his teeth nip at your lips as he hastily bunches your dress above your thighs.

your hardening nipples poking up underneath your dress are a clear indication of just how good his hands felt on your body.

if your teeny dress hadn't been strapless, the straps would've snapped in half when scaramouche pulled your dress down off your chest. "no bra," he licks his pierced lips, "perfect," seeing your bare breasts made his cock strain harder in his jeans.

your cheeks flush as you look away shyly, "i.. didn't think you noticed," you shiver as his hands grope at your thighs before he spreads them.

his fingers are already feeling around on your panties, searching for your clit outside the dampening fabric. he sighs shakily as his fingers circle your clit outside your panties. "so wet," he breathes, easily nudging your lacy panties aside.

you let out a soft moan as your panties peel aside from your pussy. your hips automatically twitch up, seeking friction on your bare clit. "just thinking about you makes me wet," the confession tumbles out unbidden as he wags his finger on your throbbing clit.

scaramouche chuckles. even more perfect, you stretch his ego. you throw your head back as he pushes two fingers inside you. your fingernails claw a little into the bar top, his fingers finally stretching you apart felt so fucking good. "yo-your fingers are so beautiful," once the words started, you couldn't stop them, not especially when he found your sweet spot.

his cock pulses at your words. he hooks them to the knuckle inside you, slowly pumping them in and out, utterly bullying your sweet spot. you whimper, reaching to stroke his wrist in appreciation. "shh, i gotta stretch you apart first," he soothes, so tempted to add a third finger to hear you be louder.

you are all but limp on the bar, the only motion from you is the rocking of your hips accompanied by moans rising in octave. it is very easy for you to lose yourself in the pure pleasure of his fingers. your cunt clenches in protest as he suddenly withdraws them. "wh-why?" you almost sound whiny as you look at him with question.

your pussy felt so empty.

"taste how wet you are for me, dollface," he taps his juice costed fingers on your lower lip. watching your cheeks flush as he offers his fingers to you makes his cock strain harder in his jeans.

your tongue darts out to curl around his fingers, tasting yourself on your tongue. you obidently open your mouth, gagging quietly as he presses on your tongue. you are quick to recover your breathing, and start sucking.

scaramouche hisses as he pumps his fingers in and out of your willing mouth, reaching down to free his cock from his jeans. he pushes them into your throat, more precum beading onto his cock head hearing you choke so well.

"i'll take you home with me," he cut the trail of saliva connecting your tongue to his fingers as he takes them out of your mouth. taking his cock, he wasted no time lining it up with your entrance, "tie you up," he groans as he starts to push his cock inside, "make you scream," he moans, bottoming out with a calculated thrust.

any words you could barely comprehend to form came out in moans that sounded way too good for him. it fueled his pace, your breasts bouncing in time with his thrusts. your eyes roll closed as he fucks his cock a little deeper into your sweet spot, your thighs trembling on the bar as pleasure bursts stronger still through your body.

"i hope you understand," he groans, gently grasping your jaw to make you open your eyes, "that i don't settle for anything less than cumming inside," he pulls out halfway, nearly keening a scream of pleasure from you as he bottoms out again.

"ah, ah! please," you plead, looping your arms around his neck to helplessly cling to him. scaramouche is utterly captivated. every fiber of your being screams that you want him.

the way you moan, the way you shiver with the anticipation of him cumming inside you, the way your hips buck into his, your pussy clenching like it is begging him to fuck you deeper. he is positive that if need has a tangible form, it would be you.

your eyes are glazed with a haze of fucked out bliss. you shake as you lean up as best you could to kiss him. he hungrily deepens the kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth to swallow your moans.

the building know of your orgasm causes you pull away abruptly, crying out as your arms tighten around him. "i can hardly stop thinking about you!" scaramouche lets out a loud moan at your words, his pace stuttering for a moment as cum spurts inside of you.

he whimpers softly, reaching down to rub your clit. "i won't settle for anything less than you cumming hard on my cock," he nips at your lips, pinching your clit between his fingers, "am i understood?"

[tobesolnelyx]

fratboy lottie 🤤🤤 u obviously go to every party her frat throws and she ends up whisking u up to her bedroom to fuck u senseless b/c she just can’t handle how hot u look when u dance

NSFW - MDNI

the frat house is packed as hell. it smells thick like weed, cigs and…vomits, probably. there’s people wearing random pieces of clothing. some are making out in the corners, some are playing drunken games and it seems like in the kitchen is some weird gathering of drunken philosophers

lottie invites you to every single party, holding you close almost the whole time. cause it’s not even a possibility that some guy might hit on you. like she would go either drag you back into her car, or just broke vodka bottle on his head. maybe both. maybe she has some problems with keeping her temper when it comes to you.

at some point, when you both had few drinks, she goes into the bathroom. leaving you for just few minutes.

few minutes are enough.

of course you’re dumbly drunk. your ego and confidence is suddenly higher than normally. you swiftly find yourself, well, friends. i mean, she knows those people better, but you’re her girlfriend so they automatically assumed your their another buddy or something.

you talk shit with her about them anyway.

when she returns, glancing around to spot you, she nearly gets a huge boner right and there. she stares at you while you’re swinging your hips, currently giggling, and dancing with some girls. presumably girlfriends of her teammates.

obviously you had to wear this tight dress. the one she loved fucking you in. the one that was just exposing your breasts and shoulders. sweat is glistening on your skin while you’re dancing around. music is loud, and lottie thinks she’s going to blow up because of this cacophony.

she needs to adjust her jeans while she seats on the couch again, trying not to make it obvious that her dick is already hard and throbbing at the sight of you.

sometimes she feels like really horny teenage boy. but god, how she could feel other way when you look like that? when you’re nipples are picking out, and all she wants to do is to suck on them until they’re swollen. until they’re sticky from her hot saliva.

and when you twirl around, showing off your ass, gaining looks from other guys. she has enough. she knows she won’t take it anymore.

“babe,” she appears, taking your hips in her hands. she’s towering over you, obviously. you throw your arms around her neck, giggling like total idiot at the sight of her. not actually registering that the others are looking, and her erection brushes against your thigh. “come with me.”

she doesn’t even wait for the answer. she listens to your pouts that you were hustling having fun! but she’s already manoeuvring you towards the stairs. her bedroom.

you whine grabbing her so slightly muscular arms and you look up at her with pleading eyes. “what are doing…?” you sigh, glancing at her. maybe you’re a bit drunk. but not completely wasted.

she glances around like she’s thinking and then, without any warning, her hands are on the back of your thighs. lifting your ass up. you yelp, arms wrapped tightly around her neck, legs clenching around her hips and…

oh.

it hits you when you feel her bulge brushing against you.

there’s a pause. one look that you both share. something shifts, something becomes way hotter and sultry than seconds ago. like someone just turned on the heating more.

she caries you all the way to her bedroom. you try to grind against her, but she nearly drops you when she feels your body rubbing her dick. in her hands you weight nothing, but she’s so fucking sensitive right now.

she kicks the door when she enters the room. and to close them? she slams you on them (placing hand behind your head so you won’t get yourself hurt tho <3).

her lips are on yours on instant. her hands are holding your hips against her large bulge. you tangle fingers in her hair pulling her closer as you both completely pressed. party long forgotten when her hot tongue pushes down your throat.

she’s already panting. the kiss is basically just tongue, saliva and sucking on lips.

you both moan when she grinds against you. the wetness in your panties is getting hotter, sticking painfully to your cunt.

her lips are on your jawline and neck. well, those are barely kisses when it’s all tongue and teeth. marking you up, so everyone knows that you’re hers. your head falls back off against the door and you’re desperately bucking your hips towards her cock, whimpering her name all over again.

you don’t know if you feel more or less drunk right now.

“lottie…lottie, please—“ you whine trying to get her closer, gain more friction.

“i know, babe” she murmurs. “shut up, princess. someone will hear it.” she mumbles again, and panting like hell, she starts to undo her jeans and boxers.

“it’s not like you think it’s hot if someone might catch us— oh fuck!” you dig nails into her neck when somehow, with one hand holding you against the door, she managed to pull out her cock, put your panties aside, and shove dick in your entrance without a warning.

“you could’ve…holy shit…” you pant clinging to her. your words are turning into series of soft “oh’s” when she starts thrusting into you.

“yeah, yeah” she murmur focusing on holding you tightly and making as deep and as hard pumps she can. “shut it, pretty girl”

she feels your walls clenching around her dick. she groans loudly. her tip is stroking your g-spot so good that you think you see fucking stars for a moment. you buckle your hips towards her movements, meeting her halfway.

“fuck im gonna cum—“ she whines pumping into you frantically. room is filled with your moans, her pantings, and cock slapping into your pussy. you take her greedily.

and you know you’re going to need those birth-control pills

[couch-potato28]

Imagine being a Blue Lock manager! ⚽️

VERSION XX.

(a/n: guys this is the last part of the main series i can’t believe this 😭 we’ve come a long way so thank you to everyone who has liked, read, commented, reblogged and followed this series. It means the world to me tysm 🎉❤️)

Warning-Shidou

wc: 1k

also: @ttheggrimrreaper @irethepotato @ohagiyoo ❤️

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FROM THE PROLOGUE:

"Congratulations L/N Y/N! Based on your results, you've earned your place in Blue Lock as the manager of player number…

…111, Shidou Ryusei.”

A roar of voices began to talk, everyone turning their head to the other, loudly whispering about your ‘bad luck’ and how ‘you were definitely not gonna make it out alive”.

Staring at the name, your jaw hit the floor while your body automatically froze for a good minute, stuck on the fact you went through all that suffering just to get…him? The devil himself, the one who was apparently electrocuted for aggressive behavior towards others? What are the chances of getting him out of all the contenders here, and most importantly—why are you the chosen victim?

Coming back to reality, Ego ordered you to go to Anri’s office to pick up a few things along the way before the first meeting.

Anri, with a pitiful look and a soft, “Be careful,” officially sent you off.

Imagine being Shidou Ryusei’s manager.

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Shidou Ryusei who you knew was a big deal the moment you stepped onto the empty field only to find him all alone. Blonde hair tipped with vibrant pink, he fired shot after shot into the net with perfect precision.

You took a deep breath before calling out his name, interrupting his focus. Trying your best to stay calm as he turned his attention to you, you gave a deep bow, avoiding eye contact as he stared at your nervous figure with a smirk.

“Aaaa… you’re my manager, huh?” he asked, slowly walking closer and leaning onto the barrier, clearly amused by your presence.

“Yes. From now on, I’m going to manage your schedule.” you replied, ignoring his teasing tone as you took a step back from the barrier, flustered by his closeness.

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•Shidou who is extremely hard to keep up with, his sensual remarks, and freaky nature paired with his intense training making it nearly impossible to handle him along with his routine. He barely even listens to you, doing what he thinks is right, leaving you to clean up all the mess he causes.

•Being one of the best in the facility means more plans, events, practice matches to attend but he? Unless he’s not playing on the field, he doesn’t give a flying fig about the rest of the schedule, instead instructing you to find him some players that can make him actually explode.

•Takes training seriously, and will not let you go before carefully examining his workout. Makes you participate in his trainings either by sitting under the goalpost to improve his accuracy while he shoots, or by counting how many pushups he can do while you sit on his back.

•Loves to tease you from day one, weird nicknames and overly affectionate hugs are all part of being his manager.

•Causing fights is also a regular occurrence—he’s never afraid to get his hands dirty, which usually ends with you throwing your clipboard at his head right before he’s about to beat someone up.

•Wild on the field, you barely manage to hold him down from injuring, or saying very offensive things to other players. Stress is what you would describe your job with, and after a certain incident including Kunigami, you are ready to resign.

•Strangely enough, Shidou is probably only friendly to you, his hostile and provocative attitude being at the bare minimum when you’re with him. The weird thing is that he’s also extremely protective but for what? Nobody dares to approach you anyway, making him the only person you can really talk to.

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AFTER THE U20 MATCH…

•Shidou is even more uncontrollable, his obsession with the older Itoshi, and now being on the same team as the younger one causes his hormones to explode each time he’s on the field.

•You would think he would crash out every two minutes after playing with Rin but is actually quite composed, focusing on winning the game before bullying the boy. It’s a strange sight that makes you question if he had acquired any injuries the past month as he brushes you off with a laugh.

•Social media is a no-no, you don’t let him manage his account ‘cause the possibility of him being banned is right at your door.

•He seems to be doing well on his own tho, finding some of his new teammates entertaining enough to talk to, and play together on the field.

•His behavior also changes over time, with less anger issues you have to deal with. Tho, you make a mental note to yourself to keep Charles away from him in case he ruins the child’s innocence.

•During the nights when you two analyze, he seems to be paying attention most of the time, yet on some days you’ll catch him drawing or doing very impressive sketches on his paper, quietly humming while you talk.

•Public affection stays the same—he doesn’t care if the cameras catch him using you as a headrest or if one of his hands is on your waist, pulling you closer as he leans down to hear you better, acting like a boyfriend without a second thought. (lowk controversial af)

•Shidou who lets you see his hair without the excessive amount of hair gel, often asking you to brush it out, or dry it for him, while he sits down, and finally stays calm for a few minutes.

•Surprisingly enough, he also pays a lot of attention to your likings, often handing you your favorite drink or snack out of the blue, asking for a kiss in exchange.

•He also looooves to give you compliments, no matter what—you could look like a sleep-deprived zombie (you watched all of his matches and were traumatized by his actions) or a rat who just climbed out of a sewer and he would still call you beautiful.

•Shidou who silently watches as you clean up the messes he leaves behind—on and off the field. He swears he’s seen you bow more times than he ever has in his life, always apologizing to seniors, staff, media, or even fans after his chaos. He feels kinda guilty… but he’d never admit it.

•Still a beast on the field, getting scratches and bruises left and right—obsessed when you gently tend to his wounds, it makes him go crazy, forgetting all the pain.

•You’re the calmness and he’s the storm that follows right after—be it in interviews, meetings, or fan interactions. It’s just how your dynamic works, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[dynakatsposts]

"Recreate"

Pairings: Pro Hero K. Bakugo x Civilian Fem. Reader

Author's Note: I just like to think that since reader got in a relationship with Bakugo, she became his own fan. It's rotting inside my brain for so long. This is short, but I hope y'all like it. Enjoy!

Warning: Suggestive, Swearing

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Since you've got in a relationship with Bakugo, you became his fan. Not the "I'll be your biggest supporter, babe." Nuh uh, what I'm saying is the kind of fan whose totally into him, reads and draws fanarts of him because you're getting obsessed. The best part of it? You're dating him.

But of course, you still know your boundaries. You're just having some fun reading fanfictions that his fans made, looking at fanarts that you secretly save in your private album, and joining some Bakugo fandom group in some social media.

Bakugo's completely unaware of this. He doesn't know that his sweet pretty girlfriend got influenced by his own fans and slowly turned into one. That is until you left your phone unlocked while you were taking a shower.

He isn't the type to snoop on your phone because he trusts you. But he's curious what's in your phone that always had you invested in it. One sneak wouldn't hurt? Can't your boyfriend just be curious what could possibly be making you interested and entertained when he's out for work?

He took your phone that was placed in your desk, it was unlocked so he started scrolling down to see what apps you've recently used. He opened each apps that he saw, until he read the most filthiest and sinful smut fanfiction about him.

Bakugo was shocked when he read each paragraph, thinking to himself:

"This is what she reads when I'm out for work?"

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His girlfriend that looked so pure, so sweet, so innocent, was reading something filthy and sinful smut that his own fans wrote.

Even if he's totally shocked, he doesn't feel an ounce of disgust. Probably an ego boost for him, knowing that even if he's not here, you're still thinking of him, even in the dirtiest way possible.

You came inside your room, fresh out of the shower, wearing your comfortable clothes. You were about to take your phone at the desk where you left it, but you're surprised to see that Bakugo was there, holding your phone with a slight blush on his face.

'I forgot to lock my phone.'

The color in your face faded as soon as you saw him holding your phone up for you to see the screen. A small teasing smirk crept its way onto his lips.

"Care to explain, princess?"

Your lips went dry, mind automatically shutting down, and body frozen on the spot you're standing on.

"Didn't knew my girlfriend was a fan of mine too?"

He took a step closer to you, holding the phone closer to your face.

"You read this?"

You couldn't say anything, so you just nodded. He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. Making you blush more.

"Embarrassed now, huh? I'm not mad at you, princess."

He leaned in next to your ear, hot breath fanning your neck as he spoke in his lower voice.

"Want me to recreate this story for you?"

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[burgerrat]

Harley Sawyer x Reader

NOTE: reader is gender-neutral. Scenarios are often sporiadic.

( Because there's little to none and it upsets me greatly how out of character people write him as or label him as yandere, in the few writings there are about him. So I'm going to try my hardest to keep him strictly canon. )

Pre-Experiment 1354.

At first he might come across as grouchy, irritable even.

Then, there is interest. Genuine interest. He wants to study you, see what makes you tick.

Realistically, Harley seems to be quite literally incapable of caring about anyone that isn't himself in a normal way most would expect. His form of feeling 'love', in his mind, is really just a sugarcoated form of saying "I need you alive, you are useful and resourceful to keep."

He does not feel love in the traditional way, that doesn't mean he doesn't care for you. He just does not feel.

His way of showing love is through acts of service, verbal affirmations and gift-giving. He keeps a list of what you like, your interests, and important dates.

Complimenting him or any sort of praise instantly sends dopamine in his brain. Inflating his ego. Automatically in his best mood.

And boy is he smug. He doesn't even attempt to hide it.

He'll keep a facade, perhaps not even tell you about the kind of 'workplace' he's part of at Playtime Co., he needs you to trust him, and you can trust him! He needs you.

Although he uses emotional manipulation, it is not done with malicious intent. He seeks to build a meaningful relation with this person that he wants by his side.

You can sometimes tell he's very... robotic with his behaviour, his gentle voice can only make his charm go so far.

But god does he try, he doesn't even get mad and threaten you for forgetting to take out the sweet pickles in his sandwich! Instead politely reminding you that he dislikes them😁

His perception of having a partner is a very alien concept to him. It feels like focusing on his work for another Bigger Bodies Iniciative experiment, there's that same passion behind to get to know you. He carefully constructs a face to seem normal for you, and studies your behaviour in the back of his mind. Observes you, takes note of what you tell him, etc.

He acts like he's studying a future guinea pig for Playtime Co., honestly. Yet the thought of using you never even crossed his mind.

Physical contact is another thing that feels alien to him, you can feel him stiffen when you hug him, he remains frozen for a few seconds before reciprocating. You can get a small glimpse of his almost-robotic attempt to recreate genuine human emotion. He'd start sputtering incoherently when you'd suddenly give him a peck on the lips.

"No, don't worry, you don't need to ask for my consent, I allow it, you and only you are allowed. I was simply unprepared."

You of course get concerned everytime he freezes or doesn't respond right away, thinking you've crossed boundaries since he noticeably grows tense. But he's always reassured you that he does not mind, he merely gets surprised.

The one time you've managed to aggravate him is by being so insistent on making sure he was consenting because of his initial reactions. He wouldn't audibly admit "Yes I like you holding my hand, hugging me, kissing me." But he WILL angrily tell you something along the lines of "I do cherish your displays of affection. Believe me, you will know if something upsets me."

It's a half-joke half-genuine warning. He's aware of his inability to get along with most people because of his anger.

With you... he's making an attempt to be less volatile. Even at work his shift in behaviour is noticeable when he thinks of you.

He genuinely struggles to grasp the concept of why he'd allow himself to have a loved one at all, having internal fights with himself about the 'pointlessness' of it, realizing the hypocricy of it given his disgust at others for feeling sympathy for his experiments.

He eventually comes to terms that he is allowed to have a loved one because he deserves to be appreciated for his work and how hard it is to share his workspace with people who are objectively inferior and incompetent.

He makes sure to keep this relationship secretive as humanly possible. The last thing he needs is for Leith or anyone at Playtime Co. to discover he has a weakness. He has a loved one too.

Although he doesn't show it, and you need constant reminders from him, that he does enjoy physical contact, he's just kind of like a ragdoll. He allows it but doesn't often reciprocate, and when he tries to- it's often awkward and very automatic like he's trying to copy what you're doing, he prefers to recieve contact rather than giving it. Again, it's another thing that fuels his ego.

He doesn't understand you fully, your compassion, your display of emotion, your sympathy.

And it's what draws him further in, mixed with disgust at how 'lovable' you are. It makes him question himself (not in a moral/self-reflection way, oh no no no, more of a 'why do I like this? This is counterproductive for my work. But I like it.' way) and it makes him question human nature, what it is that draws us to seek closure in such a way towards one another.

He might get vocal about that. And you're going to end up getting a semi-pessimistic philosophy lesson, all because you wanted to cuddle.

Post-Experiment 1354.

Remember his ragdoll-non reciprocative behaviour when you'd initiate physical contact? Suddenly he regrets not having indulged you more often, or asked for more.

Probably laughs at himself over the irony of how he didn't value simple things he had daily access to, and now that has been taken away, and he resents that.

Should you be able to find him in this state, in however way you managed to dig so deep into the foundation to find him, and should you be able to still see him with the same eyes you did before even in the state he's in, discovering what he'd done. Well, you'll make his (metaphorical) jaw drop.

After the shock, there is an uncharacteristic fear. Because of the Prototype, it must know you are here just as well as he does, but it does not know your connection to him, and he must keep it that way.

You refuse to go? He'll go on a long-winded monologue about himself (of course), how stupid one must be to refuse to run away from danger, proudly boasts about his work, it's purpose, long story-short: he fully tears off the mask. Because what he wants is to get you out. He doesn't want you to leave him, but you are useless to him if you are dead.

You want to stay? Even after all of this? With the state that he's in? Being only a brain, lungs and liver inside Vital System Center machines?

He laughs. Starts genuinely pondering your sanity, and survival instincts.

As you approach the large machinery containing his mind, visible through the glass, his laughs grow silent. Waiting.

"Do you think yourself a hero? Coming to rescue the beast?" He'd condescendingly ask you to break the silence, dead-serious and mildly irritated that you'd be that stupid to risk your own survival for him.

"I don't. You deserved it."

Silence. Then, laughter booming through the lab.

"My, my! And here I thought you were always such an understanding golden heart. What happened to the old Y/N?"

You two argue. He's very mad at you for being so stubborn on staying with him even though now you know in full detail of just how evil he is. As if your relationship with him can ever go back to normal like before.

You are within his grasp, in his lab, deep down an abandoned toy factory. He could turn you into his next, newest experiment, he could feed you to Yarnaby, he could dissect you and keep you alive just like himself.

Yet he doesn't.

Something in his evil, metaphorical heart stirs.

You, the only person that he could tolerate. Could get along with. That he felt... something for. Something worth keeping.

"I've missed you."

Make no mistake, he says that with absolute seething spite. He hates the sentence he just uttered from the speakers.

But alas, it is a bitter truth.

Silence

...

He can't feel per-say your arms wrap awkwardly around the giant machinery containing his mind, but he sees it through his cameras, ever so-intently observing you; he heard it, as your clothes' fabric brushed and pressed against the metal.

Another incredulous laughter rasped from the speakers.

Though he can't feel it, it... warms him, in a way, that you still somehow find it possible to 'love', to care.

"I wonder... perhaps, somewhere deep down, we share a kinship of depravity? Or maybe you're just blindly loyal as my dear Yarnaby?" He'd playfully mock.

One thing is for certain though: you intrigue him. He doesn't understand you, your affections towards him, and it makes him want to keep studying you.

His mechanical vessels are a bit trickier to 'cuddle' with, if at all. You're welcome to try, Harley won't stop you, just be careful not to open a wound that'll require stitches.

He does appreciate the effort. And this time, unlike when he was human, he initiates contact first.

His hand reaches for yours, guides you to touch his screen. Although he can't feel it, he tries recreating the sensation in his mind.

You hear him sigh often when he feels content. And/or hum.

He might grumble incoherently in the typical old man fashion and try to pick at you in his typical, eloquent way of speaking, if you try to point out his hypocrisy towards his carelessness for others having loved ones.

[txttletale]

what is/are the worst ttrpg, the one u dislike playing the most, the one you would recommend the least and/or the most unplayable ttrpg that you know of?

hmmm i mean. this is kind of a tough question without more parameters, because, like. stick adventure is an rpg i would probably not recommend but also it is a joke rpg obviously not meant to be played. even the higher-profile but famously awful stuff like FATAL, it's obvious from how tedious and difficult it is to actually do any of the math in that that the prupose of FATAL is not to be Played, it is to Exist to flatter the ego of its creator and piss off The Libs. so is it fair to even, like, call it 'the worst ttrpg' when it's obviously not designed to be a playable game? can you call MYFAROG a 'bad ttrpg' when its role in the world is not really as a 'roleplaying game' but as a way for varg vikernes to express his nazi views? i don't really think that makes sense as a coherent answer to this question, yknow, or makes for anything interesting to talk about.

so the only thing i can answer is which ttrpg have i disliked playing the most, which automatically excludes anything that is obvious on-its-surface unplayable and therefore all famously 'bad' ttrpgs, and that is of course d&d 5e

[everrinsly]

a/n; dedicated to all your favorite boys, thank you for reading! This one is a little long hehe but i hope you like or see the vision at least haha, I'm sorry been slow, busy these days (ಥ﹏ಥ)

strappy heels. fluff. very suggestive. fem!reader. | not proofread.

when he helps you take of your strappy heels after a girls' night out.

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The door clicks open with a soft creak, and he doesn’t even need to look at the clock to know you’re later than usual. He hears the muffled shuffle of your keys hitting the tray, the distant, light, breathy giggle, and the way you whisper “oops” to no one in particular when your purse slides off your shoulder and hits the floor.

You’re tipsy. Definitely tipsy.

He exhales through his nose, dragging himself up from the couch, where he’s been watching a rerun of your favorite anime—the one he once flatly declared, “I hate that shit,” without even giving it a real shot. 

(And yet… here he is, halfway through the episode because it reminds him of you).

He’s not worried. He doesn’t worry about you when you’re out with your girls, but he does count the minutes until you’re home again—just a little. 

You hum, delighted when you spot him walking toward you, towering and rumpled in a black hoodie and grey sweats. “Hiii! I’m back.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

His tone is dry, but you don’t miss the subtle flicker of relief in his eyes. He looks you over, like he’s making sure all your limbs are intact, checking for twisted ankles and bruised egos.

“How’d it go?” he asks, already reaching to steady you by the waist when you wobble closer to him.

You’re a vision of chaos and glitter, all flushed cheeks and glossy lips, in those ridiculous five-inch strappy heels. The ribbons are starting to slip loose from one ankle, and your steps are full of drunk determination—unsteady but prideful, like you’ve conquered something just by making it to him.

Your arms reach out blindly because you knew he’d catch you before you ever had to think about falling.

(And he does. Of course he does).

You grin up at him, doe-eyes wide and shiny, hands gripping his forearms. “Baby! Baby! You won’t believe what I did!”

That gets a slight raise of his brow. He’s not quite alarmed—more so curious in that lazy, slow-blinking way of his.

“I danced!”

His mouth twitches. “You always dance when you’re drunk.”

“No no no! I danced danced!” you emphasize, grabbing onto his hoodie strings, like they're your anchors. “Like—slutty.”

He pauses. “Slutty,” he echoes flatly.

You nod, so proud. “I was in the center. In a circle. Lights flashing. It was very dramatic. I did this thing—” 

You break off to demonstrate some vaguely suggestive body roll that almost knocks you off balance. His hands immediately catch your hips, grip tightening instinctively.

“Okay, okay,” he mutters, holding you still. “You’re banned from moving.”

“No, wait—this one girl screamed, ‘Go off, queen!’” you say with a giggle. “I think I was possessed. My hands were, like, on my knees. I was dropping low, like, so low. I don’t even do squats. And, like, I could feel God watching.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then he exhales, long and slow, as if trying very hard not to react.

“Baby… you’re so fucking weird,” he says finally.

You beam. “But hot-weird, right?”

He doesn’t answer right away. He just stares at you, then moves his hand from your hip to your jaw, tipping your face up just slightly.

“You’re always hot,” he says simply.

It’s so straightforward that it short-circuits your brain. Your mouth opens, some kind of automatic protest on the tip of your tongue, but nothing comes out because he means it, because he’s looking at you like that again, taking his time, like he enjoys how flustered you get under his gaze.

Then, finally, he lets his hand fall from your face, dragging it down your arm in a grounding stroke.

“Aight, pretty girl,” he mutters, eyes flicking down to your feet. “That’s enough for one night. Get out of those heels before you sprain something.”

You blink at him, lips tugging into a playful pout. “They’re cute, though.”

He crouches slightly to eye them again, hands sliding to your waist. “Yeah. They are.”

Your brows lift. “Then why do I have to take them off?”

His eyes flick back up to yours, a hint of smugness creeping into his expression.

“‘Cause if you do,” he says, voice dipping lower, “I’ll give you something cuter in return.”

You squint, suspicious but intrigued. “What kind of something?”

He shrugs, like he didn’t just offer that in a voice that made your knees feel like warm jelly. “Guess you’ll find out.”

“You’re bribing me now?”

“I’m motivating you,” he corrects, already nudging you gently backward until your knees hit the couch, and you drop down with a soft thump.

He kneels in front of you, hoodie sleeves bunched up at his elbows, fingers already brushing against the intricate straps that crisscross up your shin. 

The moment feels thick, suspended—quiet and slow, like the night’s paused just to make room for this.

He doesn’t rush.

His touch is gentle, purposeful, as he slips a finger beneath the nearest loop of ribbon, grazing the warm skin underneath. The delicate strings wind high on your legs, wrapped just tight enough to indent slightly into your skin, and he follows the pattern with his eyes like he’s memorizing it.

(He kind of already has).

He could do this without thinking. He’s seen you wear these before, tie them with a bow behind your calves, legs bent, brows scrunched in concentration while sitting on the edge of the bed. He knows how they work, knows exactly how to undo them.

But tonight, he doesn’t.

Not right away.

His fingers skate deliberately over your shin, dragging along each knot with a kind of reverence, letting the loose ends of the ties slip through his hands. He could’ve unraveled them in seconds, but instead, he watches the way they unravel over your skin, like he’s unwrapping something he’s waited all night to touch.

Your legs look so fucking good.

Too good.

The lighting’s soft and golden, catching the sheen on your skin, the subtle dip of muscle beneath softness, the way your thighs shift slightly as you settle. He’s still kneeling, still eye-level with all that bare skin, and for a moment—just a moment—his thoughts tip filthy.

He imagines you in the club with your girls, hips moving to the bass, doing that stupid slutty dance you mentioned, legs flashing with every twist and turn. These legs. Your laugh echoing, hands in your hair, eyes bright. He pictures them wrapped around him instead, loose and trembling. He can practically feel it.

He blinks, jaw tight, breath caught somewhere deep in his chest.

Focus.

He tugs gently on the first ribbon, unwinding it with care, his knuckles brushing up and down your calf as he follows the path up your leg. One loop. Then the next. He’s quiet as he works, but his hands keep brushing higher, sliding over the smooth skin of your shin, your knee, the edge of your thigh.

“You’re stalling” you murmur, breath catching.

(He is).

“Mm,” he hums, barely glancing up. 

He keeps going, unwrapping you—one slow tie at a time.

When the last ribbon slips loose and the heel finally drops from your foot, he doesn’t move right away, doesn’t even pretend to. He just lets his palm rest over your ankle, thumb drawing soothing little circles over the bone.

And then, he reaches for the other foot.

This one takes longer. This one’s worse.

You shift a little under his touch, and his eyes flick up for just a second—just long enough to catch the way your lips part, the way your breath shallows, the way you're watching him watch you.

He lets out a low breath, something that's barely restrained.

The second heel comes off in the same slow ritual, the straps dragging over your skin, like whispers. And when it’s done, he smooths his hands up the length of your calves again, until they settle on your thighs—fingers spread, thumbs brushing little arcs into the skin there, grounding himself more than you.

He looks up.

His eyes are dark but burning, like his restraint is made of thread; it’s starting to fray.

You swallow, pulse fluttering where his thumbs press into your thighs.

Then, softly, breathlessly, and a little shy despite the heat curling in your stomach, you murmur, “You said you’d give me something cuter once the heels are off.”

He tilts his head, eyes flicking up with amusement. “Right. I did, pretty.”

His gaze doesn’t waver; it dips back down your legs. And his hands slide lower.

“You want it now?” he teases. 

Your breath stutters. “Y-Yeah.”

That smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth—lazy, crooked, all trouble.

“‘Kay.”

He leans in, and you feel it before you see it: the press of his mouth against your ankle, warm and soft, lips lingering, like he’s sealing a promise. Then another kiss, just above it. And another, higher still. He trails them up the inside of your calf, slow and steady, like he’s tasting you, mapping every inch.

You inhale shakily as his hands slide up to cradle the backs of your knees, guiding them apart just slightly, just enough to make room for him between.

Your pulse skips, and almost without thinking, your hands reach out, threading through the dark strands of his hair. It’s soft, warm from the room, and a little messy from how he’s been moving—impossibly touchable. Your fingers curl in deeper, tugging gently, not enough to hurt, just enough to make him look up at you through his lashes.

His eyes flash dark, something smug and heavy simmering beneath the surface.

“You trying to distract me?” he murmurs, voice low, but you can feel it in your stomach.

You blink down at him, flushed, lips parted. “Maybe.”

He smirks like you’ve just challenged him to something he knows he’s going to win.

“Try harder.”

“You're mean.”

“Mm. Worth it?” he murmurs into your skin, breath hot where he pauses at your shin.

You giggle, dizzy. “Uh huh.”

“Good. Means I’m doing it right.” 

He takes his time, pressing a kiss to the delicate skin beside your knee, then the other, alternating sides like he's trying to make you squirm. 

(He’s succeeding). 

You feel his fingers splay wider, curling around your thighs again, thumbs pressing in purposefully. He kisses just above your knee, mouth barely brushing the hem of your dress, and your hips twitch before you can stop them.

His smirk returns, heavier this time, eyes flicking up without lifting his head. “You always this squirmy or is it just me?”

You let out a weak laugh, fingers threading nervously through the hem of your dress. “It’s definitely you.”

“So what happens if I keep going?”

You don’t answer right away. You can’t, really. Your brain’s too fuzzy; your skin’s too hot. He watches you for a moment longer and press one last kiss to the inside of your thigh.

Then, he pulls back, towering over you, hoodie sleeves still shoved up, hair slightly tousled from where you tugged on it.

You pout instinctively. “That’s it?”

He tilts his head, eyes lidded. “For now.”

“For now,” you repeat, muttering. “Cruel.”

He leans down again, but this time his hands frame your face, palms warm against your cheeks as he kisses you—full and close. His thumb brushes the curve of your jaw as his tongue coaxes at your lower lip. You sigh into him, mouth parting instinctively, and he takes the invitation without hesitation, slipping his tongue past your lips.

His lips move against yours like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.

When he finally pulls away, his voice is lower, gentler.

“You’re home. You’re safe. That’s enough for me.”

And that’s enough for you too.