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𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 | satoru gojō

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : The start of the spring semester is supposed to be fresh and new, not be cramped up in a closet with your frenemy at a party! And what's worse: you actually like the feeling of his lips on yours!?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Gojo x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern + college AU - frenemies to lovers - Gojo and reader are at least age 20 - implied that reader is a virgin - first kiss - awakening feelings - virginity loss - kissing/making out in a closet - thigh riding - grinding/humping - sex in shared rooms; college dorms (empty) - breast fondling + sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - orgasm denial- clitoral play (sucking, pinching and swiping) - missionary position - protected sex (psa: wrap it up or get tf up) - pet names (baby, cutie, gorgeous, pretty, princess, sweetie) - cameos: Utahime, Geto, Shoko and Mei Mei - humor bc I'm [not] funny - mention of vaginal pain, spit and tears.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10.3k (i'm so sick...)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: yessirrrr let's get this party started, shall we? >:333 plz enjoy the first part of this series!! and tysm for 5.3k !!! y'all are too kind && happy bday to my gal, jazzy!! hope you enjoyed your special day, jazzy jam c:

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“GO FUCK YOURSELF, SATORU GOJO!”

“BETTER THAN FUCKING YOU, Y/N L/N!”

“They’re at it again already, huh?”

“Yeah, man, it’s going to two o’clock. Might as well enjoy the show.”

College is hard enough as is. The fact that you’re now back for the spring semester is tiring enough, wanting to get these classes over with and wrap this up. Spring, Easter, and Summer break are just right around the corner, the cherry on top for this exhausting second half of your junior year. Those are the end goals!

But alas, the semester just started. The students scramble around buying their textbooks and switching courses around, struggling to make final move-in decisions and already stressing over seasonal depression at this time of year. Spring semester, huh? Same old, same old.

Although there are negatives that make it nerve-racking, there are still good things that come with this junior year. Finally over with winter break, you’re excited to be back to living with your roommates, Utahime, Mei Mei, and Shoko! They’re your girlfriends for a reason; missing hanging and stressing with them as they made your college experience much better than you expected.

And it doesn’t end there, either! You missed study sessions at the campus café with your second-year peers, Yu Haibara and Kento Nanami. The two best friends always help with your studies whenever you need it. And, of course, you can’t forget about their roommate and your friend, Geto. The tall, raven-haired Biology major is always looking out for you and paying visits to study with Shoko. There was even a time he helped with a mouse situation in your dorm! Poor Utahime that day – saw the rodent when she came out of the shower.

However, you’re not exactly thrilled to see everyone after coming back. You throwing a middle finger at someone on the opposite side of the pathway should be evidence of such. “Oh, go jump off a cliff, Gojo!”

“Hah! I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction!” Satoru Gojo was the direct roommate of Suguru Geto, best friend of his and Shoko, and was the star player of the campus basketball team. But most of all, he’s the kid you despise with every fiber of your being. “I’d be more entertained with you slipping on some ice.”

“Oh, you wish! I saw you slip on some ice yesterday on your way to Professor Yaga’s class.” You puff your chest with pride when you see the white-haired guy suck his teeth in annoyance. “Made my whole day, what a fucking moron. How about slowing down next time? You were late anyway!”

Snowy brows furrow with a scoff. “God, you really are a perfect roommate for Utahime; the both of you are so tiny and angry at the world around you for no reason.”

Utahime, standing beside you during this yelling competition, decides to chip in after that remark. She almost popped a vein, “WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY, SATORU!?”

“You heard me!” He barks a laugh at the two of you, turning around to go on his way. “Heard it’s gonna snow later tonight. Be sure to find a nice, big, puffy jacket and some boots so the storm doesn’t sweep you away, Y/n~.”

“I’ll be sure to shove an icicle up your ass before that, you fucker!” You turn on your heel and stomp your way out of the scene, Utahime following your move. “Hmph! Hate his ass so much…”

“Tch, right there with you.” Your roommate sighs heavily to exude the aggression. “But damn, the way you two go at it is worse than mine.”

She is not wrong; it’s true – everyone within the campus grounds knows how much you and Gojo can’t stand each other. It’s no secret; at least you two make that apparent everywhere you go. This little feud between you started freshman year with you two in the same first-year engagement program. Tiny disagreements turned into narrowed glares, which then pivoted into prominent arguments, and now here we are.

You hoped that freshman year would be the last you’d ever see of that snow-haired prude. Unfortunately, you were wrong. The year after, you were unhappy to discover he’s best buds and roomies with Geto. And what’s worse is that you were ill-fated to share a class with him every semester — especially this one with Professor Naga for Contemporary Issues. Is this the universe’s way of punishing you for something? For what!??

You’ve been a good kid, doing what you can and getting the grades that brought you merit and accolades. So, you don’t get how this one guy with his stupid round sunglasses is getting under your skin. So fucking annoying…

You hate him. You hate everything about him. From the way he immediately gives you a smug look when you walk into the room and take your seat right in front of him. The way he surprises you from behind because he finds your reactions amusing. The way he relentlessly calls your name to get your attention when you’re obviously ignoring him, even when he doesn’t need you for something.

It all makes you heated. You hate Satoru Gojo. I hate him so much!

“…hear me?…Y/n?”

You blink, realizing you were too deep in thought for your ears to pick up Utahime calling out for you. “Hmm? What’s up?”

She pulls out the keys to the dorm from her coat. “So? You coming along?”

Huh? “Where are you going?”

“To Haibara’s get-together?”

Oh, hell no! “No, Uta. I think I’ll stay here.”

The dark-haired girl watches you walk past her when she opens the door. “Why?? It’s the first Friday night of the semester; it’s not gonna be a big party or anything. Just close friends.”

“What are we talking about?” Shoko chimes in after leaving the bathroom, brushing her teeth with sleepy eyes. “Haibara’s thing tonight?”

Utahime nods hurriedly at the drowsy nursing student. “I’m trying to convince Y/n to come!”

The brunette shrugs at the comment, following you two to your room. “Well, it’s not like I’m going either.” She snickers when the eldest dark-haired roommate turns to her with a hurt expression. “Sorry. I already have notes I need to get behind on. You can tell the guys I said hi, though.”

Another sigh leaves Utahime as she puts her bag on her desk. “…Mei Meiiiii,”

“Yesss~?” The fourth roommate calls out from the hallway.

“Are you going?”

“Mmmm, not sure.” Mei Mei comes to the doorframe, her long silverish-blue hair done in pigtails with a green skin-care mask covering her face. “Got a meeting for my club to head to later. And even then, it might still be a while for me to join, depending on if people are hanging out afterward.”

Now is when the Utahime whines to her hands before she turns back to you, sitting on your bed. “Y/n, please, come with me!”

You don’t give in to her cries. “No, think I’ll stay and keep Shoko company.”

But she doesn’t give up. “Please! It’s just a small group of friends and maybe a few classmates Haibara’s familiar with. No biggie!”

“Small group of friends, huh?”

“Yes!”

“You know who else are his friends?” You lift a brow when she does the same. “His roommates: Nanami, Geto, and—“

“Gojo…” Utahime completes your sentence in defeat, understanding why your reluctance is present.

“Sorry, Uta. Maybe next time.”

Now, you’re not saying you’ve never been to the guys’ place before; they reside on the other side of campus where senior housing is (Nanami’s pick because he’s an RA). However, it’s the first Friday night of the semester. Meaning it’s the first free weekend for most students. And you’re going to ruin everyone’s fun by being in the same place as Gojo? Yeah, no thanks.

That is until Mei Mei says, “Actually, I heard from a friend that the basketball team are planning on going out somewhere tonight.”

Shoko adds on while taking out her toothbrush to appropriately speak to her friends. “Yeah, now that you mention it, Gojo told me he probably won’t be at the place in the first place. Something about meeting up with a group for one of his classes.”

All separate reasons from different accounts, yet that only fuels Utahime to beam out of her mini-depression and face you once more. “See? Gojo won’t be there by the time we get there! He’ll be busy with a group project – or whatever – and will hang with his sports buddies. So, you up for it now?”

Your brows trench down. “I…I don’t know—“

If there’s one thing the oldest roommate is good at, it’s not giving up. And it’s because she bats her pretty brown eyes and gives you the most grandiose pleading puppy face she can. It’s the oldest manipulation tactic in the book, yet it works by making your heart cringe.

Of all things to be dragged into now, it was a party? The semester just started, and you haven’t even touched a single piece of reading yet. Is this a good idea? You can’t really go based on the perspective of your roommates because what’ll happen on the off-chance you do see Gojo? The thought of it is already headache-inducing.

Then again, it’s the first time since last semester that you’ll be able to see the other guys. You didn’t say goodbye to Geto and Haibara before break because they were swarmed with finals, and Nanami was gone the moment he found out all his exams were take-home. You’re not much for parties, to be quite honest. Regardless, it would be nice to catch up on the gang and see how they’re doing before we all revert to non-stress-free college life.

You release a sigh through your nostrils before making your decision begrudgingly. “...Don’t make me regret this.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

I regret this so fucking much…

Well, this night was going to be quite a drag. Why? Let’s go over the reasons, shall we?

The party that was supposedly at Haibara’s dorm? So, it turns out, there was a change of plans, and to be relocated somewhere else — like outside campus grounds. Screw walking, you and Utahime had to go by car with Geto to go to the party, following down the main street into this big, beautiful neighborhood and parking by a big house. Perfect for housing an event for many people to drink, dance, and vibe.

Oh yeah, that was another thing, too; the many that were attending this fucking party. Word got out about the get-together, so, of course, lots of people wanted to come and celebrate the first weekend. So, not only are you outside campus grounds, but now you’re forced to interact with a crowd rather than a small group of people. You practically have been to every corner of the place to disassociate with people you didn’t know.

So, where are you now? Upstairs in one of the bedrooms, where the bass of the speakers downstairs can be heard. You’re not alone — sitting in a circle with Utahime, Geto, and a couple of other kids who’re present at your university. What’s happening in the room? Just a chill game of truth, drink, or seven minutes in heaven; either you answer truthfully to a question, drink to avoid it, or go to the closet and do what you want with the person who spun the bottle on you.

But, there was nothing chill about the game, and the players would agree to that notion apprehensively. Because you most definitely silently dreaded every second of this entire night. Why? How about asking the person across you that you’ve been glaring at since you opened the bedroom door and saw his face?

Apparently, as word got out about the party, the college basketball team heard about it and decided to come and celebrate. Meaning the whole team is at this party. Let’s say that again: the entire basketball team – all the players – are here to enjoy the party.

The person who stood across from you sat criss-cross with long, jean-covered legs, leaning with his hands behind him, a navy blue sweatshirt, and dark round shades that cover his eyes that you know are looking dead at you. And a smug grin that patronizes you to the core.

You peer to your night, giving Utahime the nastiest look you can. And the eldest could only meekly mumble an “I’m sorry…” with twiddled thumbs.

Satoru Gojo looked at you, and you frowned right back at him. The tense atmosphere between you two was enough to suffocate the other players. Some would try to break the tension by playing the game. But even then, it was still strenuous. One girl rolled the bottle on Geto, to which he picked “truth” and answered her question: “How did you and Gojo meet?”

Even though he didn’t pick the option, he’d take a small swig of his beer. “Satoru and I have been friends since middle school — same with my other bud, Shoko. We’ve been inseparable since, and now we’re here. He can be an asshole, though, so watch out.”

A guy spun the bottle on Utahime and asked, “Were you ever interested in Gojo?” The raven-haired girl clicked her teeth and took a chug, drinking the whole thing in one sig.

“Hmph! I’d rather drink sweat from Professor Gakunaji’s crusty beard and eyebrows!” She’d admit after a burp.

“Ahaha! That’s a sight I’d like to see,” Gojo would chuckle at her insult, prompting a few around him to laugh. “Bet you’d get more satisfaction from it than being with me anyway.”

The senior rolls her eyes before opening another bottle. “Fucking bastard…”

Another spin to the bottle after a couple comes out of the closet all close and giggly. This time, it lands on you. Some bubbly girl who had her eyes all up on Gojo, her nipple piercings able to be seen from her crop tee, was the one who spun it. She asks you, “Y/n, could you please tell me why you hate Satoru so much?”

You couldn’t fight the twitch of your eye. Of fucking course. You’re in no mood to drink, and you barely know this girl to think of being in the closet with her. You exhale through your nostrils, “….We’re friends, to an extent.”

“To an extent?” She asked more questions with a naive tone. “But Satoru's so nice, no?”

Oh, drop it, will you? And why are you referring to him by his first name like you know him? “We’re—“

“They mean that we’re kinda friends, kinda not.” Of course, nothing can be to yourself because the white-haired nuisance went ahead and answered your question. “They’re friends with my roomies, and my friends are their roomies. So, I guess that makes us friends by association. At least that’s the only way to see it since we nearly argued our heads off freshman year.”

You scoff with narrowed eyes, “By association, huh.”

He quirks a brow up. “Mhmm.”

Good God, the more you two throw invisible daggers at each other, the more uncomfortable people feel being in this room. Oh, but don’t worry; the night gets even worse. Three turns later, it was your turn to spin the bottle. And – sit with me here – just guess who it lands on? Bingo! Satoru Gojo.

The hushed gasps that filled the room were telling; it was bound to happen, but no one thought it would happen. The star-crossed haters spun the bottle and landed on each other. And since Gojo doesn’t drink (and he finds the questions rather lackluster), he chooses the closet. The gasps were louder that time, and your blood began to boil.

The first time it happened was uneventful; it’s what you preferred. After the door closed, you told him, “Don’t even think about touching me.” It was just pure silence for the entire seven minutes. You sat on one side of the emptied closet while Gojo was on the other. There were the occasional sniffles of your nose and his loud yawns. But other than that, you two stayed at your respective sides of the closet. Seven minutes of no words, just keeping to yourself and watching the lava lamp in your corner be your light.

You two survived the first set of seven minutes, not a scratch on either of you, to everyone’s thankful stars. Keywords: first set. Because why wouldn’t there be more?

When it got to Gojo’s turn, he spun the bottle and got you! So, here you are, walking into the closet again with your notorious opp. You swore to God this had to be the universe’s way of toying with you as if the start of this semester wouldn’t be a handful to deal with already.

You’re back on your side of the closet, groaning at your hands. It’s okay, Y/n, calm down. You can sit through another seven minutes. You got this! Don’t even act like he’s there…

And so you compose yourself, watching the heated, yellow wax of the purple lava lamp prompt up to the top to cool and sink back down. Six minutes…Five…Four—

“So, let’s say, hypothetically,” your eyelids closed shut for your eyes to roll freely. “I asked for a little something-—“

“I guess I should’ve added no talking, too. Thought that was rather self-explanatory to you.” You shut him down quickly. “And I thought I said don’t even think of touching me.”

“Well, you’re not in control of my brain,” you don’t have to turn your head to know that the fucker is looking at you. “Besides, I did say hypothetically.”

This motherfucker… ”Well, then, I’d, hypothetically, break every single one of your fingers and give them to Mei Mei so she can sell them to all your fangirls.”

“Hah! Nice to know you see me of high value.” He shifts his feet around from their crisscrossed position. “Bet you’d keep one of them.”

You scoff. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself! I’m annoyed just from not looking at you; what the fuck would I need your stupid finger for.”

“Hmmm, I can think of many, like—“

“Do not finish that sentence, Gojo.” Your tone dialed lower; a warning. He notices it, bringing his hands up defensively.

“Jeez, lighten up, Y/n.” He says while leaning against the back wall. “With an attitude like that, no other guy or gal in that room will ever want to be in a closet with you.”

Oh, you don’t say, fuckface! “I barely want to be in this closet with you. Hell, I didn’t even want to be here! I only came for Utahime, assuming it would be a small party…How the hell did you even get here? I thought the basketball team was going out somewhere.“

“Awww, you spying on me, Y/n?” Oh, you hate his fucking snicker, shoving a middle finger in his direction. “We were supposed to be at some restaurant joint, but a few of the crew flunked out on us and said they’d go to some ‘big party,’ then everyone wanted to go, and now we’re here. You know I don’t like alcohol, but I just tagged along because Suguru was here. I didn’t know about you, though.”

You bring your hands to your face to sigh in private. “We gotta stop meeting like this…It’s like I can never escape you.”

“…Is that a bad thing?”

You open your mouth to refute, but no words leave….Huh?

That was…..odd. Why did he ask that question like that: you couldn’t detect a remnant of childish malice he’d been throwing at you back and forth. Even when you faced him, his face was straight ahead. But when you don’t answer, his left eye goes to his peripheral to glimpse at you.

What the…Is he being genuine right now?

You gaze at him briefly before turning away, “I….I don’t know.” He hums to your response. “….Do you think so?”

Gojo shrugs. “Can’t say so either.” You hum back, and the silence takes over once again.

Okay, now things are even more awkward. You came into this closet with irritation, yet somehow, it vanished into thin air. It was the one thing that’s been constant throughout this evening. Now that it’s gone, you can only replay the moment from a few seconds ago in your head.

Is it a bad thing? Why would he ask that? Of course, it’s a bad thing! Has he forgotten how much hostility we have for each other? Jesus Christ….Wait, why did he say he didn’t know either? What does that even mean!!??

“You look nice.”

You—……I’m sorry, what???

The way you snapped your head back to him, you could’ve sworn you heard your neck crack. Holy fuck, why the hell was he looking at you right now? His round glasses shine from the lava lamp, so you can’t see his eyes.

“Wh….What?” It was cold; the weather app said it would snow later tonight. Therefore, the temperatures and winds were unforgiving after sunset. So you took it upon yourself to dress warmly. It was all simple, just a white, long-sleeved halter blouse that matched your black skirt – it was the only nice thing you had outside of regular leggings. And you covered your legs with black pantyhoses but decorated with cute white knitted leg warmers.

He repeated in a singing tune. “You look nice.”

When it came to the white-haired guy in this closet with you, there were rare moments where you felt as though you were shocked by him. This was beyond astounding, the comment continuing to ring throughout your ears.

You blinked at him before averting your eyes down to your hands, trying to distract the increase of heat on your cheeks by intertwining your fingers together. “….Thank you, Gojo.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he’d shrug again, chuckling to himself before adding on. “It’s way better than your other outfits. Baggy old sweatshirts, bags under your eyes even if you’re wearing glasses, sweatpants with stains. You look like a homeless librarian.”

Annnnnd just like that, with the drop of your quivering lip, all the warm feelings you felt for a minute evaporated in seconds. The anger returned with the twitch of a brow. “…Tch, gee, thanks. I can’t say the same for you.”

“Oh, you know you look cute when you’re jealous~.”

You almost busted a nerve. Who the hell are you calling, cute? “As if. From the sound of it, you must be jealous of me; who told you to be looking and criticizing what I wear? Must be rough not being able to wear comfortable clothes all the time, huh?”

“Shut the hell up,” he finally snaps, and you stick your tongue out in victory.

“No, I’ll keep going! I’m sorry, Mr. Perfect, but not everyone wants to put on their best outfits to impress you, not like your fangirls who get their best bras to push up their breasts for you to notice.”

“Huh, you lookin’ at other girls' boobies? Wow, Y/n, never took you as a pervert.” He laughs at your stare of pure anger. “You are jealous, huh? That I’m talking at other girls and not you? Awww, don’t be so selfish; there’s plenty of me to go around!”

You snarl at him. “Ugh, you’re so gross! I don’t want anything to deal with you. So all those girls can have you and rip you to shreds for all I care. Let them know how much of a big fucking baby the wonderful, amazing Satoru Gojo is when he drops his ice cream on the floor and cries on Geto’s shoulders. Or that you’re such a lightweight that you accidentally vomited in Nanami’s cup one time, which he threw at you...Or maybe I should tell them.”

His brows furrow, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would, and then some.” You sneer. “In fact, I’ll go downstairs, grab that red punch, and spill it right on you in front of that girl next to you. I’ll make your hair look like strawberry shaved ice.”

He leans his cheek against his fist with a huff. “I take it back; you don’t look nice at all. So uncute.”

You gasped with trenched brows. “Excuse me!?”

“You heard me, you’re uncute!” Yup, today was the day: you’re going to choke the hell out of this motherfucker. “I feel bad for any guy who'd wound up in this closet with you, dealing with such a little devil.”

“You’re one to talk, dickhead! I’d much rather be stuck in this closet with anyone else — even Geto!”

“Taah, as if! I bet you never even had your first kiss with such an attitude like that.”

Again, you open your mouth to say something, yet words evade you at that very moment. And Gojo catches it quickly. Because his brows raise, lifting his head back up, eyes scanning your face.

Oh fuck.

“...”

Don’t.

“….Y/n,”

Don’t say it.

“You never had your first ki—“

BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!

He couldn’t finish that sentence, thank God, because the phone alarm from the outside rang. Seven minutes are up — this session is up, so you quickly stood up and opened the closet door.

With swift feet, you sit back next to Utahime, your eyes downcast to the bottle, avoiding Gojo’s feet coming around and taking his spot across from you. Your roommate perks at your silence, “You okay, Y/n?”

A nod is offered to her, “Yeah, I’m fine.” No, you weren’t. Your heart was pounding like crazy, your skin dropping in color. And you can feel the eyeballs from across boring into your being. “Let’s just keep playing.”

And so the game carried on from Gojo’s turn. Your eyes could only ever look at the bottle, hoping it would never land on you from there on out. But that would be the easy way out, and – as life is – nothing goes your way when you want it to be.

Because when it gets to your turn, you watch with patient eyes as the glass spins on the cold hardwood floor. One spin goes by, and another swings around. Finally, it stops, the neck of the bottle pointing vertically from you, and your whole figure washes in apprehension with the hushed sounds of exclamation of the other people in the room.

Alas, the bottle pointed to Gojo. It was inevitable – you couldn’t avoid his presence since the last session anymore. You look at him, your brows scrunched with mercy. But he points to the closet with his chin, and you follow his lead to the small space with anxiousness at every step.

Back to your respective stations in the closet. You can only use the mesmerizing wax of the lava lamp as a sort of comfort – a distraction for your nerves that are at an all-time high. Why were you so nervous? All he did was ask if you ever had your first kiss taken.

Yeah, that’s the problem! Why did he have to know that!? Ughhhh, I should’ve just lied or something…Now what? Will he make fun of me for not having my first kiss taken yet? What is this, middle school!?? The thoughts in your head were a battle to deal with, one personal worry after another.

But all that washes away when the silver-haired guy finally breaks the quiet after a minute. “…Wanna kiss me?”

It felt like your heart dropped at that abrupt question; the warm circulation coursing through your body transitioned to an ice-cold sensation. Your breathing stops, and your eyes shoot wide at the person you’re with. “….Wha….What did you say?”

He doesn’t hesitate at your request. “Wanna kiss?”

Have….Have you lost—“your mind!? Why would you ask me that??” You whisper yelled at him so the people outside don’t hear you.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Why not?”

Why not?!? “Gojo, you can’t be serious. Just because I never had my first kiss doesn’t mean I need it to happen this instant! Are you that much of a horndog that you’d ask—“

“Let me explain, alright!?” He yells in whispers back with a hand raised to stop your rambling, and you hold your tongue. “Listen, I’m not asking to be a dick, okay? I just thought that…ya know, being in a place full of strangers, someone’s bound to be in this closet with you and ask you for a kiss.”

Your face screws to a magnificent expression of confusion you could ever contour. “Why are you concerned about who I kiss? It’s not like I’d agree or—“

“Yeah, but like, what if they did, huh?” His sky-blue eyes peek from above his sunglasses. The sharpness they carried told you he was serious about this — like he was serious about you. That…That was so off of him. “What if some weirdo forces themselves on you, and me and Suguru can’t help you in time, huh? I can think of two guys in this room who’d probably do that.”

It takes a few seconds for you to soak in his words, “….So? What are you getting at?” He opens his mouth but stops from saying something, his pointer finger up but back to a fist. You could tell; whatever he was thinking had him in mental turbulence.

He releases a deep sigh before saying, “I’m just…I’m saying, wouldn’t it be better to have your first kiss with someone you know, at least?”

You couldn’t believe he was saying such things to you. “And…you think you’re the one I should….kiss?”

“….I don’t hear a no.”

You wanted to refute that statement — challenge him or prove him wrong! You looked at his face, examining every feature to find an indication that whatever he was saying was just a way to get under your skin. He loves to poke fun at you, so why wouldn’t he use this as a perfect opportunity?

However, you couldn’t find anything. His eyes were sincere, stationed right back on yours. You saw his Adam’s apple move from a gulp, letting you know that he was a little nervous, too. And your gaze drifted to his mouth, the thought of his lips being on yours staining your brain for the first time. It was scary to think about, your heart racing to no end.

“Y/n,” he said your name so quietly that you almost missed it. “Do you trust me?”

What an odd question to ask in this awkward atmosphere. Do you trust Satoru Gojo, the boy you would smack with a given chance? He’s undoubtedly the most annoying person you’ve ever bumped into — a thorn in your side since freshman year. He is such a tactless fool, doing and saying whatever he thinks comes to mind, picking on you like you were a child, and not taking you seriously when you wanted him to. You could list many things that you saw wrong with this guy.

Yet, he wasn’t the worst. There hasn’t been an instance where you felt uncomfortable around him, only annoyance. He was friends with Geto and Shoko; that alone should be enough to tell you he’s someone worth depending on. And even when you two would be tasked to do something together, you’d surely click your tongue and bicker until the cows came home. But at the end of the day, you still knew how to work with one another and get the job done.

In all things considered, Satoru Gojo was an irritant. Even so, he was an irritant you could depend on — to trust.

Breathing was a hard thing to do, taking in air and exhaling excruciatingly slow. You chew on your bottom lip and give him a curt nod. “I…I trust you, Gojo.”

He lets your answer sink in for a bit before he moves his position, his back to the wall while facing you, legs straight down to the ground. He pats on a thigh, “C’mere.”

Hesitance was there for a split second, but you followed his command and quietly maneuvered your way toward his direction, situating on top of his legs. Of course, you were anxious as hell; your ears and cheeks shared a warmth unbearable to host. Your figure being so close to his, you had to be dreaming.

But you weren’t. The hands he placed on your waist prove so, earning a gasp to leave you. His voice is low for just the two of you to hear. “Put your hands on my shoulders…Ya scared?” A slow nod is what you give him, and he chuckles lightly. “It’s okay. Try closing your eyes for me. Relax, I’m not gonna do anything dumb.”

He only said that because of that look you gave him. He is going to do something to you — just nothing too rash.

“Trust me, pretty.”

Pretty? Yes, he just called you pretty. You were used to him calling you dumb names to get you riled up, yet none nearly sweet and fitting the mood like this one. It made your heart skip a beat.

With that, you held back reluctance when closing your eyelids. It made you a little uneasy, unable to see him in front of you, what he was doing, what he looked like while having you on him like this.

Suddenly, you squeak when something softly presses down to your clavicle. It was his lips.

He snickers, “Ya know, I gotta admit.” He brings his mouth up your neck with kisses, your breath shaking with every peck, and your hands clinging onto his sweatshirt. “It’s kinda nice seeing you be all shy on top of me like this.”

“Go..jo...” you flinch at his soft kiss on your forehead, his hands rubbing your sides.

“Don’t do that. Call me by my first name.” You can feel him bringing a hand to your cheek, caressing your bottom lip gently with his thumb. “I know you know it. I wanna hear it with your voice.”

Holy fuck, this got intense way too fast. He brings his nose close to yours, and you shiver at the contact. It only means he’s mere centimeters away. Thank God your eyes were closed now because you swear you’d turn to stone if you snuck a peek.

“S..Sa…Toru—Mmmph!?“

And there it was, the inexorable. Gojo’s lips fleshed with yours softly, nothing too explicit or unpleasant for you. It was a simple kiss, yet it felt so foreign to you. Your first kiss had been with Satoru Gojo. What a momentous day.

It lasted a few seconds, your body stiff and hands balled to fists nonetheless. He removes from you with a soft noise between your lips, the heat from his face taken with him now that you have space to breathe. You open your eyes for him.

“There ya go,” he says with a small smile, stroking your cheek with his thumb while his forefinger plays with your earlobe. “Was it so bad?”You huffed, shaking your head no. Gojo hums, the hand on your waist gripping your flesh faintly. “….Can I kiss you again?”

Your breath hitched. It was a tiny request. One more wouldn’t hurt, right? You nod, closing your eyes again and awaiting his move.

Gojo leans in and claims your lips again, a soft hum from him when his face is back on yours. The next one was a little more risqué than the last, your bottom lip being taken by his playfully. The third kiss was where the mood dialed to a more wanton plane, him nibbling on your lip to allow him access. It’s here that Gojo can’t contain the reins, removing his glasses, “Come here, cutie.”

And you can’t help yourself either, succumbing to these smooches while wrapping your arms around his neck. Gojo’s no better, snaking his hand to the back of your neck and his other sneaking down to your butt.

You break the kiss to inquire, “Hahhh—…you pervert,” your eyes half-lidded.

He puffs a laugh, “Whaaat? I thought you’d like me to be touchy.”

You don’t admit anything to him, just slamming your face to his again. You decided to be a little adventurous and lick his lips. Gojo senses the initiative and takes your tongue to suck on. The whimper you let out was too cute, egging him on to suck and tease the muscle more.

It makes you dwell in the moment more, your limbs no longer stiff, yet your hips subtly move voluntarily. The friction from your groin rubbing on his jean-covered thigh was strangely enticing, your restraint becoming lesser the more you moved. And it gets worse after both Gojo’s hands creep into your skirt and tease your ass with squeezes.

“Ahhh, mmmm, Satoru..” you wailed.

“Relax, baby,” there it goes again, another cute pet name to call you. He really knew how to get you going. “Let me take care of you….Mmmm”

He shoves his tongue into your mouth – not too forceful to scare you, but enough to get that he is impatient. You moan to his mouth, a hand grabbing tuffs of his snowy hair.

His nose is pressed to your cheek like yours, and it’s getting harder to breathe now that things are getting intimate. But it all felt good, and the mood was just right. You rub your chasm onto his leg, which he lifts just a bit to make grazing your groin a little better. And God, the way his hands groped your butt, it turned you on even more.

Ohh fuck, tongues swirl around each other, your head begins to pound, and your ears ring from the heat on your face.. Oh, God, you could feel a hand come up to the top of your stocking, teasing its way down your skin and to the hem of your underwear. Please, please—

BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!!

Even so, everything freezes in time, and both you and Gojo stop whatever you’re doing. Lips still on lips, your ass on his lap, and his middle and forefinger barely grazing the crack of your ass. It’s here that everything hits you all at once: you are not the only one here — you’re not even in your room! You’re still at the party you were dragged into, in some stranger’s bedroom closet, smooching with your supposed most hated person.

You immediately withdraw from him, Gojo removing his hands from you to put up defensively. Your hands rush to cover your lips, which are wet from spit. A thousand thoughts run around your head. Holy shit, what the hell was I doing!? Did I really just kiss Gojo? Satoru Gojo!? What was I thinking!!?

And Gojo didn’t say anything, only gauging your reaction to see what goes from here. The light from the lava lamp behind you is sheltered, your silhouette drawn to cover the guy in front of you.

I need to leave. That’s your final thought, taking an immediate stand and storming out of the closet. Utahime noticed you make a beeline to the door, and the roommate pursues right behind you down the stairs. She moves past drunk dudes to grab your wrist, “Y/n! What’s wrong – are you okay?”

It’s time to lie. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just tired, you know.” You lead her to the broom closet where all the initial guests’ jackets were stored. You grab for yours and put it on, “I think I’m just gonna call an Uber and head back to campus before the snowfall.”

Her face contorts to an expression of worry. “Are you sure? I’ll come with you; this place bugs any—“

“No, no. You don’t have to worry, Uta.” You place a hand on her shoulder before she can move another step.

“When you say it like that, I can’t help but worry.”

Your lips twinge to a smile to display faux comfort. “It’s okay, really. You don’t have to ruin your fun for me. Besides, I saw some underclassmen waiting to speak with you all night somewhere down here.”

Utahime doesn’t buy it, and you knew she doesn’t. But thankfully, she doesn’t try to fight with you and gives you the okay. She watches you open the door before leaving, “Make sure you call or text me when you get to our dorm!”

It made you laugh; the girl can be such an older sister. “Don’t worry, Shoko’s still there, remember? Cya later, have fun!”

“Bye, be careful!” A final warning to you before the roommate closes the door for you.

You spoke too soon. Now outside, snow was already falling to the ground, probably a few minutes earlier since it wasn’t sticking to the ground yet. The little cold flakes touching the skin of your face were almost remedial, evening out the warmth of your cheeks.

You use this moment to recuperate from what transpired in that house. It was so out of the ordinary and was completely weirding you out, but not in a terrible way. It was more like odd-ish, strange, downright out of the norm. The more you think about it, visiting back to the senses of your hands in his hair, his slender fingers teasing the flesh of your butt, and the pillowy sensation of his lips glued to yours while whispering sweet things…..

….Nope, the cold was not helping at all. There goes the warmness creeping back on your cheeks and ears. Let me hurry and get the fuck out of here, grabbing for your phone and unlocking it to find the Uber app.

“Y/n!”

But before your thumb could press on the application, you instinctively turned around to see the door was open again. And the person who called out to you had your breath come to a complete stop.

Gojo closed the door behind him, coming down the driveway while hurriedly putting on his grey Chesterfield coat. “Fuuuuuck, it got cold quick!”

“G–Gojo!” You stuttered when out by the time he could make it to you. “What’s up? What are you—“

“I saw you weren’t in the bedroom, and Suguru told me you headed downstairs. You could’ve told me you were leaving; that fox with bangs was giving me an earful,” he stuffs his hands in his pockets and then curses. “Fuck, I should’ve checked for my gloves before I left….Anyway, where are you heading off to?”

You were a little taken aback. “Uhhh, back to the dorms?”

“Great!” He wraps an arm around your shoulders and walks with you down the road. “My car’s over there; let’s hurry before we freeze to death.”

Huh? “Hurry where??”

“Huh? We’re going back to campus, no?”

We!? “Together!?”

“Yeah?”

“Gojo, please!” You promptly removed yourself away from Gojo, standing in front of him. “Why are you doing this? Why are you being all nice now?”

He shrugged “Ehhhh? Are friends not supposed to give friends rides back home?”

“No, not us! We aren’t friends; we’re friends to an extent, remember!?”

“Ahhh, stop being a baby. You act as if you’ve never been in my car before.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Yeah, but not when I’m alone with you, dummy! “C’mon, it’s gonna get colder with this snow.”

“Okay, just—Stop!” Your hands go up to prevent him from getting any closer to you. He stops, the fallen flakes camouflaging with his hair. “Gojo….you understand what just happened back there, right?”

He doesn’t say anything, only a single nod.

“So, you know that my mind is going at like a hundred miles per hour right now.”

“….Yeah.”

“Okay….So, just please…I need a minute.” Your face goes to your feet to divert your thoughts elsewhere because you don’t know if you could handle looking at the white-haired man for a mere second.

Gojo looks at you mumble to yourself, avoiding him. He releases a deep sigh, walking towards you and lifting a side of his coat to shield you two from the windows of the house party. “…You’re doing it again.”

His shoes come to your direct line of sight, your heart pounding even more. “…Doing what?”

“The thing where you push people out whenever you feel overwhelmed.” You flinch when his finger grazes the back of your palm. “Don’t do that, not right now. I want you to talk to me.”

What is there to talk about? You could’ve said that to throw him off — be avoidant to this whole conversation. But it’s futile after he brings your chin up to face him.

“Did I make you uncomfortable back there?”

“….No.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I….I don’t know.” Honestly, you did not know. Your mind had too much to go through; so many memories and phrases from moments ago hit you all at once. You’re fighting the urge to tremble — not from the cold, but from overstimulation of brain power and senses.

His eyes are still fixed on you, noting you chewing on your lip. “Come with me.” The sudden revelation quirked your eyebrows up. “Whatever’s going on with you is obviously because of me. So, I’d feel like a dick if I just let you leave because of me. Plus, there’s no way you’re getting an Uber from here. Shit is like $20, I checked.”

“Gojo, I—“ he silences you with a kiss on your forehead. The feel of his lips on your skin again almost made you shut down.

“Sorry,” he whispered while placing his forehead on yours. You never really noticed how tall he was until he did that, your heart skipping again. “I’ll make it up to you. Promise.”

Picture it: you are out in the cold with Gojo, snow falling down silently onto your figures, him bringing his coat up to shield you from the world. If you were naive enough, you’d mistake this as a scene from a fairy tale. And how he was looking at you, too; his sunglasses were back on, but you could make out the blue orbs that lingered on yours. It’s as if he didn’t want to look at anything else. Just you and only you.

You don’t know where the hell this side of confidence came from, but you lifted your hands to cup his cheeks and bring him in for another kiss. Cold lips instantaneously warm up at each other’s contact, Gojo leaning into your touch more.

Snow continues to fall and stick, and the music from the house can still be heard from the outside. Yet it doesn’t bother you because it all drowns out in this moment you feel with him. Whatever these feelings you are experiencing are something new — scary, but new. And for some reason, it felt right to have them for him.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

A sheet of white cascades over the university grasses, students’ cars topped with sprinkles of snowflakes, and the lampposts emit a glow that fits the dark, cloudy weather.

You were back on campus but not in your dorm where you told Utahime you’d be. You did text her when you arrived, so she doesn’t have to worry too much for you. In turn, she texted back that something had come up and is going to another event with Haibara and some other friends. She said she wouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning; it sounds like she’s having a good time.

The same thing goes for Geto, only that the raven-haired boy called Gojo to say he’d be home in the morning because he was getting “private” with someone he met at the party. “Will be back in the morning. Don’t cause a fire alarm like last time, you dork."

Haibara is supposedly with your roommate, meaning he won’t be back until the morning, either. The only person left to account for would be Nanami, who is currently away for the weekend because he had to visit home to grab last-minute things from break.

That leaves only you inside their apartment – in Gojo’s room on top of his bed with your top and bra down on the carpeted floor, along with Gojo’s sweatshirt and jeans. His bed is like any other twin bed for college dorms, a little impossible to move around for two people and limited positions. Nonetheless, to start things off slow, you lie comfortably on his bed with your head to his pillow as he crawls above you and works from above.

Gojo is straddled on top of you, kissing your lips and sucking on your tongue, evoking the prettiest wails he’s ever heard. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders while his are busy roaming your body.

The kiss is broken when you gasp at the contact of his pinkie grazing a nipple on your breast. “Ahhnn, Satoru, don’t touch…Mmmph!”

“Hmmm, what, gorgeous?” He places his lips from your chin down to your neck, sucking on your skin and leaving ticklish nibbles. “Don’t touch what?”

“M–My ni—Ohhoo!” He gives the hardened bud a tweeze, and your cry results from the sudden action.

He chuckles, “So cute.” Kisses travel down from your collarbone, your breasts, and finally, your other unattended nipple. A whimper leaves your lips at the wet sensation of his tongue swirling around the sensitive nob, and you shriek when he takes it into his mouth. The frequent grazes of his teeth and the tongue pushing your nipple to the roof of his mouth — it all felt surreal.

Yet, it wasn’t as surreal as the next thing he was about to do. Sucking on your tit was the perfect distraction for him to sneak a hand down into your pantyhose, sinking it to the lower regions of your underwear. You gasp at the feeling of a digit pressing on the wet spot of your underwear.

“W–Mmmph…’toru, wait…” you pat him on his shoulder to get his attention, yet he doesn’t lift from your breast yet. “Don’t—Stop, it’s embarrassing—Khhmm!“ Shivers shoot up your spine after Gojo uses his middle and forefinger to go in between your panty-covered folds. Your wetness sticks onto him the more he rubs.

Gojo lets go of your nipple with one last suck, the cool air chilling the wet bud. “Awww, is my lil’ princess shy?” You could only answer in pants and puffs, his blue eyes surveying your entire body laid out for him. “Heh, shit, you look so good...Hmm? Hey, you got a tear down here.”

“Huh?” You follow his eyes down to your tights, bringing your attention to a worn-down incision where Gojo’s hand is between the material and your underwear. It must’ve been from when I was grinding on him earlier today…

The snow-haired boy removes his hand from inside your tights and uses both to make the rip bigger. Your eyes shot wide, “Wha—What are you doing?”

“Making it easier to see your pussy.” He continues to tear a hole big enough for the damp spot of your pussy to be prevalent.

Your face dials up in warmth at the vulgar word. “You could’ve just taken them off, you idiot…”

“Pssh, that’s no fun. Besides,” Gojo uses a thumb to remove the panty barrier to reveal what he’s wanted to see the moment you crawled up on his bed. Your bare cunt, wet substance glistening the pretty folds of your labia. He bites his lip. “I’ve been dying to see this pretty thing you’ve been hiding from me.”

Your hands rush to cover up your vagina, “D-Don’t say such embarrassing things, Gojo!”

“Hey, hey, let me see it,” his hands are used to pull yours aside, your slit throbbing from his gaze without your control. “And what did I say about calling me by my last name?”

It was a force of habit, dummy. “...Just be gentle, okay, Satoru?”

He beams a smile at you, the dimples on his cheek prevalent with his childish manner. “I will, princess! Now, what’s goin’ on here…”

He ditches his head down to your chasm, giving the inviting genitalia a slow lick up to your clitoris. You bucked your hips in shock, jerking at the sudden intrusion of his tongue situating between your slit. He uses his hands to keep your legs still while he sucks and teases your vagina.

You grab for his hair, “—Khhaa!! Ohhh, ohhfuckkk, Satoru, no—Ohhh!!” Your eyes screw shut, mouth open to let your cries fly out.

It only pushes Gojo to keep going, his tongue ravaging your folds as if he’s going to lick you clean. And when he sucks on clit? Holy fuck, you could’ve sworn your soul left your body right there and then.

“Satoruuu!! Ohhhshit, ohhhh…Mmmph,” the noises that come from the commotion below of Gojo’s tongue lapping and slurping your essence were so pornographic to the ears as if they’d melt on the spot. “Oh, God, I’m gonna cum, I think I’m gonna…Nnmmph!”

Gojo hears you; that’s why he removes his mouth from your clit before you can experience your orgasm. You throw an unsatisfied whine at him, a shit-eating grin apparent on his face. “Sorry, cutie. But I wanna have a feel for you first.” He straightens his posture and spreads your legs for him. You follow his hands that land at the hem of his boxer briefs, where a tent protrudes until his erection is sprung out with one fell swoop.

The erect limb you gawked at was definitely something you weren’t mentally prepared enough to see. Your eyes take in every single detail you can: from his pink tip, where precum exudes from the urethra down to the underside of his cock, to the long body curved slightly to the left. A whole living a breathing dick — and it’s Gojo’s dick, of all things. It was oddly pretty, you had to admit.

“Ya ready?” You snap back to reality when Gojo calls out to you as he scoots forward to you after putting the condom on, the cockhead aligning with your labia. You hold your breath at the proximity, “Listen to me, Y/n. Since this is your first time, I need you to take deep breaths and try to relax for me. Think you can do that for me?” You sigh through your nostrils, but you nod. “Heh, good. Now stay still, and let me know if it hurts, okay, princess?”

He lightly pushes his glans to your labia, swirling it around to warm you up before kissing the entrance of your vagina. He begins to propel into you, and you begin to brace yourself for the pain that accompanies his insertion. You grab the pillowcase, your teeth clinging to your bottom lip as tears well up. But you remind yourself to breathe, drawing out as much of an exhale for Gojo to shove the tip in.

And when it does get in, you release the loudest gasp you’ve ever expressed that night! Your body froze stiffly as Gojo plunged more of his length into you; the curve scraping your side caused such an exhilarating spike in your nerves that your walls immediately began clenching around him.

Oh fuck, It’s coming, I’m gon— “Ahhhh!”

And just like that, your orgasm that was avoided before came back in seconds., the walls of your slit fluttering on Gojo’s cock like crazy, electric shocks climbing up to your head and pulling you in for a haze.

The sudden contraction of you makes Gojo hiss, “—Fuuuck, you’re gripping me like crazy…! Damn, you feel so fucking good…” He continues to push himself onto you until the base rises your southern lips and grinds his pelvis, which only fuels your screams even more with the overstimulation. “—Khhh! D-Damn…did you cum, baby?”

You can’t even form a proper sentence, your lower half feeling too full to speak, and your figure trembling from the crescendo.

Your expression has Gojo bend down to laugh. “Never had that happened before. Heh, glad I could make you cum for the first time. Congrats, pretty…” Pillowy lips claim yours again, taking your whines and whimpers as he roughly grinds his hips to you.

Gojo begins moving his hips at a slow pace, letting you adjust to his size and shape. However, the peak has made your entire lower body dial-up in sensitivity, your back arching to him every time your clit is barely touched. Tears have long fallen since he successfully entered inside you.

Jesus, the fucking curve of his shaft was so fucking dangerous! Not only was the feeling of his veins coming to and fro with your inner walls had you twitching, but the way the tip of his cock was scratching and poking every spot that had you humming was so unfair. Especially now, when he changes the rhythm to a faster cadence, you’re bound to come again!

“Ohooo, ahahhh, Sa-‘toru…! Ughhh, Jesus, it feels so….Hooohhh!!” Your words slurred in between kisses, almost choking on your tongue with the slap of his balls hitting your taint.

“Yeah, baby…—Ohhh, shit, shit, shiiiit…!” You feel so good to Gojo; he can’t help but slam onto you with all his might. Your nails were causing eclipses on the skin of his shoulders. He didn’t mind; he knew it was because you were feeling good, too. “Hnngh…How’re you feelin’, Y/n? Hmm?”

“—Eeshh!! I–I…don’t know…” Your brain was too mushy to think adequately, too distracted by what was between your legs.

But Gojo wasn’t buying that mess. “Ohoho, I think you do know, sweetie.” The tall silver-haired boy creeps a hand down to your clit to give it a pinch. You scream, your legs wrapping around his hips involuntarily. “How’re you feeling?”

“—Fuuuhucck!! It feels good,” There, you finally said it. “It feels soo good…Hic–pleaseeee, make me feel good, ‘toruuuu!!”

He puts his forehead to yours before kissing it. “God, you’re so fucking, cute…”

Gojo increases his tempo to an erratic fashion, your howls bouncing off the walls with every plunge of his dick inside you. Your gummy walls clamp onto him while his fingers swipe around your clitoris, and more tears strike down your wet cheeks.

The familiar tingling sensation from before begins to climb up. Oh, God, it’s happening again. “Ahhooo—OhmyfuckingGooood!! I’m gonna cum again, I’m gonna cummm…! Aiiishh, ahhhhh!!”

And there it goes, your second crescendo hitting you like a wall. Your walls twitch around Gojo’s length again, prompting the man above you to impetuously thrust in a harsh motion, evoking more choked sobs from your puffy lips. And when he dwells into a finish of his own, you can feel his limb pulsate along with your contractions withering away.

The two of you heave and pant close to each other before Gojo slumps his body on your nude figure, allowing him to rest while he pumps his load into your stimulated cunt. The sheets beneath you stick to your sweaty skin, the air of Gojo’s huffs tickling your neck.

When you feel your body subsided from the excitement, you two turn to each other. Noses touching each other, eyes locked into each other’s stares.

“….So,” he’s the first to speak in a whisper. “…What does this make us?”

His eyes were so alluring to look at, like looking at the most beautiful azure gems in your adjacency. “…I’ll punch you if you say I’m your girlfriend.”

That has him chuckling in shaky breathes. “Fair enough, but it’d be dumb if we didn't talk after this.”

A curt nod in agreement, “…Is there a thing called frenemies-with-benefits?”

“Pfft, I don’t know, but why not? I wouldn’t mind.” Gojo then decides to get up and finally remove himself from you, slowly taking out his cock with the condom. The bed creaks when he leaves to remove the plastic and wrap it to discard it. “You okay?”

You ponder for a few seconds before coming to an honest answer. “I think so…My pantyhose isn’t fine, though, you fiend.”

He flashes another smile at you, his dimples taking your heart away. “Yeah, yeah, sorry about that. I’ll get you another pair.”

“You better.”

BZZZT!! BZZZT!! BZZZT!!

Before you could get off the bed, a vibration came from Gojo’s dresser top. It was his phone, the caller ID reading as “punk-boy bangy wannabe”

You blink and give the phone to Gojo after he puts his sweatshirt back on. With raised brows, he says, “It’s Suguru?” His thumb presses the green button before bringing the device to his ear while he puts his limp dick back in his boxers. “Yo. Wassup?”

“Okay, good, you picked up. I’m getting in the elevator right now to grab something from the room real quick. Open the door for me, will ya?”

The white-haired roommate couldn’t express his shock in time because Geto ended the call before he could have the chance. He turns to you slowly, and you can tell whatever he’s going to say isn’t good based on that dumb look on his face. “Suguru's coming up…now.”

Panic spiked up as it rightfully should. You were still braless and topless, for Christ’s sake! And wearing torn tights!? Something you did not want Geto to see in the likes of his and Gojo’s room. “W–What should I do?!”

Gojp quickly scans the room for a plan, immediately pointing to a door to his right. “Hide in my closet!” He hurries to grab the door open. “Quick, grab your clothes and get in here!”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…!” You grab for everything in your direct line of sight, making a straight beeline to the closet when you’ve got everything. “Don’t forget my shoes at the front; just quickly hide them somewhere!”

“Okay, okay—“

“I’m serious, Gojo! Do not do anything stupid!”

“I heard you, jeez.” He watches you move around the closet, moving his shoes to one side while trying to hide behind one of his suits. Jesus, you looked real cute even when you were scared. “…Hey.”

You peer up at him, moving his blazer so he could see your complete face. “What?”

“Be careful not to leave your panties here ‘cause I might not give them back.”

The last thing Gojo saw within that second was one of his dress shoes thrown dead at his face. His hands come to his stinging nose and cheek, exclaiming at the pain with a loud groan. “Fucking pervert, quit playing dumb games and get my shoes!”

I take it fucking back. He slams the closet door closed. “So uncute…”

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• Protective dreamies •

♡ Dreamies being protective over you.

♡ Fluff x 100

♡ Dreamies are anxious

♡ haechan's a tad bit longer

[Requested]

Mark

~ he was always concerned for your safety, making sure to drop you everywhere. He was paranoid about his antifans potentially hurting you, so he ended up going overboard sometimes like not letting you go anywhere alone especially when he is on schedule. "Understand baby, I'm scared that someone might try to hurt you." he will be fine when you assure him that you will be careful while going out alone and always have your live location on. Will constantly call your family and friends to check on you when he is away.

Renjun

~ he tends to overthink a lot and gets upset when you don't pick up his phone right away. He needs to be away from you frequently due to his busy schedules so he feels bad that he isn't there to look after you. You not picking up his calls right away makes him take the next flight back to you in fear because what if someone broke in? Or worse kidnap you? "Sweetheart, we already talked about this? I don't like it when you keep your phone at random places." He is just a worried baby but you are always his perfect match to calm him down.

Jeno

~ he is a clingy lil baby, he always and ALWAYS needs to have his hand on you. Doesn't let you sit away from him even when you are out with your friend. Keeps his hand on you in risky public places as well. Guides you through very crowded places without letting you stop near any stall. You scolded him once for this once and he acts like the saddest puppy ever "Baby, what if you get lost? What if I never find you again?" Will carry you in his pocket if he could.

Haechan

~ I feel like Haechan would be very protective of the person he loves, is cautious of every other guy around you who acts even a bit sus. You guys go out for drinks every day and he double checks every drink before handing it you making the bartender annoyed as well because why tf would he try to spike your drink right infront of you? He would glare at any guy who looks at you for more than a second. Punched the shit out of a guy for groping you and got into a heated argument with your friends once for treating your feelings like shit "I don't care baby, no motherfucker can disregard you in such a way." He always has your back. You just need to keep his temper in check.

Jaemin

~ never makes you do any heavy chores, scolds you gently for eating junk all the time and God forbid if you ever get sick. He is gonna wrap you in a burrito and keep you in bed for days. If you get hurt he would gently coo on the spot and speak in a babyish tone. If you ever get annoyed, he will feel bad, and you will need to reassure him that you are never annoyed by his caring nature, and that it was just a spur of the moment. "You don't need to do all that princess when I'm right here to help you relax"

Chenle

~ Chenle loves spoiling you all the time and would want you to be with him everywhere he goes. He feels anxious when he has to go on tour without you, and would make amends to bring you with him. Everything you eat and use will always be double checked by him to make sure that they aren't expired or harmful. Would gently ask you to not trust any stranger blindly even if they act nice because they could be antifans. "Stop trying to eat the expired ice cream from the fridge princess. Let me order a new one." Will still join you sometimes to eat the expired ice cream just because it looked good.

Jisung

~ he is a big baby and is always afraid of hurting you. Will keep all the things on the counter for you to reach safely even if you are tall enough. Holds you so gently that you could barely feel his touch so you hold his hands on yours in a tight grip making him panic "What if you get hurt? I know baby you are not made of glass but still." He is just worried and will pull a dramatic skit if he sees you doing anything slightly dangerous.

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sexydoffyman · 6 months

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Hello 👋, could I request some cod characters (perhaps Ghost, Price or Graves) defending a male military reader from a bunch of guys that are being homophobic to him?

DEFENDING YOU FROM HOMOPHOBES

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genre: fluff

characters: Simon Riley, John Price, Phillip Graves

A/N: Sick of writing for kinktober. Mby that's why I can't write fucking properly. So let's look at some fluff.

SIMON GHOST RILEY

Ghost is a fairly scary man. He's known for being cold and serious. No one expected you to hang around him. He had six inches on you (15cm). Some people joked about you being the love birds in your TF. They could never guess how correct they were.

You weren't dating or anything, but you both held some kind of mutual respect, trust and maybe even attraction. You both had some qualities of a couple. He was a little possessive of you. You were a little clingy with him.

Although you had some kind of a relationship, that didn't really matter. The thing that mattered was you having each other's backs.

He was like a predator, making sure no one hurts his weaker companion. But when he wasn't around, you were left vulnerable. Not physically, no. You held great strength. What was left to hurt if people cant hurt your body? Your mind.

They mocked you ever since you met at boot camp. Any time they saw your face, they felt the need to embarrass you. You could handle it. You were a soldier, after all. But that didn't stop you from feeling hurt.

This time, you just sat there and took it. They yelled. They impersonated. Of course, that commotion would attract some people's attention.

The one that had showed up was Ghost. You couldn't even register him when you saw a 6'4 dude punch one of them. The others tried running, but none of them could get far enough to escape him. Their jaws broken. Ribs shattered.

You could hear him laughing under his mask. He then glanced at you "Coffee?" He asked.

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

All I can say is father energy.

He has been your captain for a few years now. You have gone through shit with him, and you both trusted each other. You viewed him as a kind of father that you never had. And he viewed you as his new child.

He is not possessive, but he is protective. He wouldn't let anyone fuck with you. His rank helped him with scaring people off. He never really had a problem with disobeying soldiers to begin with, so he never actually used his rank, but now. He has to stick up for you.

You really do resemble a kid he would have had. You have similar hair colour and eye colour. Your postures don't have a difference, and you find yourselves finishing up each other's sentences.

These assholes who have been making fun of you were your superiors. What that meant was that you could do nothing to stop them. They could say anything they wanted, and they'd get away with it.

"Thirty laps now!" Your eyes averted to the sudden voice coming from the hall. He heard them. They slowly realised they fucked up. It was raining cats and dogs outside. Everything was muddy and slippery. Running thirty laps would be torture.

"Do I have to repeat myself?" Price grunted with a more aggressive tone. They stormed off to the exit to run their laps. He yelled at them before they got out. "Being on good terms with your fellow soldiers is a must. I will have your ranks stripped away from you until you learn that!"

As soon as they left, Price let out a small chuckle. He was proud of himself. Cheeky bastard.

PHILLIP GRAVES

I love this son of a bitch.

Now, this man is always with you. It's not an obsession. It's just the fact that everyone else wants to be either alone or already has someone to be with. He just doesn't want to be alone.

You felt like you were the chosen one. He was still your superior, after all. After some time together, you got used to it. He always apologised for being such a bother. You got free snacks, which you didn't mind at all.

You were fucking around the base, chilling. You would've never thought you'd be sharing stories with him, but there you were. You didn't know what kind of relationship it was. Were you friends, or were you together just because of the situation? You never figure it out.

The dudes who embarrassed you were your rank. But they fuck with both of you since they didn't know Graves's position. A big mistake. He never really said anything to them. One day, they were just gone.

When you looked deeper into it, you found out that two were dead, and three lost their jobs.

Graves is such a gentleman.

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beiasluv · 1 year

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hi im in love with ur writing

anyway

my bby boy neteyam and aonung need to be happy because that last fic destroyed me, what would happen if reader survived and the sully family just cling to her for days same with aonung

a/n: glad to hear that people are suffering (just joking 😳, writing that took a part of my soul as well) anyways, fluff to the rescue 🤍 / this would be a continuation of part 1 but just imagine and do your own editing that you survived

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enjoy! :)

surprise, the sullys were doubting if they would be able to save you in time. neteyam sprinting to the village on his ilu and holding on to your body as fast as he could

while his family are fighting against the demon-blooded na’vi, he couldn’t muster up a will to go one glimpse away from you. your boy was holding on to his dear lifee

ronal, the tsahik, sighed once more of the sight before her. another sully for her to save; but she waited no second, and dove right into it.

“boy, put pressure on her chest …now!” neteyam got into work as his shakiness submerged to his hand. as if everything was a blur, ronal finished her ceremony on your body and stitched up your open, now opened chest. the herbs and the smoke lingered in the air after ronal went out, but her spirit never left the marui. the tsahik, herself, cared greatly for whom her son adored.

your boi, neteyam is panicking to the panicking. he washed a cold cloth over your face every minute and every second he sees a sweat running down your face. big brother mode to the max. swatting every flies that dared to touch you.

he would tell stories, make jokes, and laughing by himself to preserve his sanity. admiring your face, something he wouldn’t do while you are awake. unexpected sobs and tears, here and there. he waited for you until the end.

jake and neytiri came rushing through when they’ve finished. jake holding on to your body as tight as he could. pressing his hand against your chest, making sure there is still a heartbeat in you.

neytiri’s eye fluctuated between anger, sadness, and love. she couldn’t decide whether what to feel in the heat of the moment. her daughter, the daughter of the clan, the awaited daughter, was sleeping mindlessly on the mattress. she didn’t know what to feel. neytiri often broke down quietly in front of your marui and the sullys would comfort her.

our boi, lo’ak, peaked at your marui every. day. he would be too shy to go in alone and express his feelings towards you. when he doesn’t even know if you are aware or still coming back, he would break tf down. 😭

kiri and tuk, the girlss. taking care of you everyday, slayed. they would do your hair and singing lullaby. kiri would occasionally sobs but she had to stay strong for tuk. tuk would cry and lay on your stomach, maybe sometimes curling under your arms ;-;

SPIDER 👁👁 nah, he ain’t surviving. in the heat of the conversation, he did not choose a wise choice of words. now, he’s regretting his life choices. neteyam giving him disgusting looks everyday. lo’ak almost gifted him with a chance to go see ewya.

he still thinks you should’ve been left for good. quaritch made it clear to him blah, blah, blah. “if only one dies for jake sully, then we’re done.” no, we are not having any of your shi

ao’nung sad boyy. a certified lover boy, caring for your condition, as he should. always always ask his mom how are you and if she could help you again. tsireya started getting sick of him, slay

“mother, are you sure that’s all you could do?” he marched swiftly after her. “there must be something you could discover.”

“no means no, ao’nung, it is up to the great mother,” she replied swatting his arm. “you worry for no good, she is strong, i can feel that her spirit is mighty.”

“a sick lover boy, i see,” tsireya giggled. “don’t worry, she’s going to make it.”

ao’nung bringing snacks and flowers to your marui everyday as. he. should. i mean, placing them nicely by your bedside, and throwing them at neteyam. almost cost them a fight but for the sake of you, they agreed to seize the war.

he will definitely kill anyone who mocks you and your condition 100%

until the moment they have waited for arrived, you twitched.

neteyam almost got a heart attack. he was as excited as a mom to a baby’s first kick.

“y/n! y/n! thank the great mother! yes! my baby sister! I knew it!” he jumped around the marui like a maniac, earning looks from the villagers around him. the news traveled far and fast; moments later the sullys and ronal’s family were filling the marui.

“y/n, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand two times,” jake spoke softly. “one…c’mon babygirl…one more…two! yes!” the whole marui celebrated as if you were running and flying, but that’s what family is for, right?

everyday you healed more and more. your first walk out of the marui was like a flashback to your first walk. jake holding your arm, neytiri holding your other arm, and lo’ak holding your waist.

“guys, i can walk” “we know.”

lo’ak feeding you foods, 10/10

jake will spoil you, amen. his baby girl wants, she will get. you don’t even have to move an inch to get something you want.

kiri and tuk are not as protective, which you appreciated a lot, but they are always supportive. kiri will encourage you to take a dip in the ocean, playing in the forest, or doing the things you love to do.

hugs and kisses every moment they could. aaaaaa

family cuddling time. jake will hold you in his embrace and snuggled you close to him. neytiri holding you two. the rest snuggled in and you guys are basically a family ball.

the family overall is clinging on to you to make sure you’re okay. as they said, sullys sticks together, am i right.

ao’nunggggg

they day you woke up he was so happy, running down the village to your marui. got him blushing and shi when you met his eyes in the corner.

tsireya is so relieved when she heard you woke up, she thought have to comfort her broken brother while being broken herself.

ao’nung just clings to you wherever you go. he will get anyone out of your way if it is necessary.

he just loves to bring you out to the ocean and spend time with you, awh. practice breathing underwater and chasing underwater is a must.

once he realized he almost lose his chance. one day, he managed to muster up a courage to ask you OUT.

“y/n, you wanna see baby ilus today?” he guided you through the village. “today is their first day coming out.”

“sure, are you luring me to somewhere private?” “are you doing to kill me?”

“of course not,” he tucked a hair behind your ear.

…

“y/n, i gotta tell you something,” he gazed into your eyes. “i- i…”

“yes?”

“i see you, but i don’t know if you see too,” he sighed. “I know, i have been a bad friend to your brothers but i am trying so hard for you. and you sleeping unconscious for weeks had me dying-“ you placed a peck on his soft blue lips and held his hand.

“i know, thank you,” you giggled at his red cheeks. “thought you were cold blooded but your face is so red now.”

“hey! it’s just so hot here!” “i guess this calls for a slash in the ocean,” without a second word, he pulled you into the ocean and called his ilu. you guys rode it into the reefs and entered a hiding leaf.

“i see you, y/n”

“i see you, too”

lost of love ❤️ happy new year and have a great time! today’s a great day to take care of yourself 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @loudcolorwolfgarden / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

#avatar x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar imagine #avatar #neteyam imagine #lo’ak imagine #jake sully imagine #neytiri #neteyam x reader #fanfiction

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frickinsleepdeprived · 1 year

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Stress Relief~ (Giyuu Tomioka x fem! Reader) ***MINORS DNI***

Had this scenario for my "hashiras with a burnt out s/o" headcanons and it was too good to pass up as a good fic. So here ya go Giyuu simps LMAO

As a reminder MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

CW: Soft sensual sex, breeding kink, orgasm denial, reader being stressed tf out, Giyuu fucking the stress out-

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Giyuu just got home from probably his longest mission to date, only to find you missing from the house. “Huh, I guess (y/n)’s still out…” he thought to himself, slipping off his shoes and hanging his haori on a nearby rack. But as he got closer to the room, he saw the door was open, which was unusual because you never leave the door open, especially when you’re going out of the house.

Upon further inspection, he found you scrubbing the deck in your pajamas, which could only mean one of two things. One, you’re either pent up with emotion, or two, you got over being pent up said emotions and you’re trying to distract yourself. “Who’s there?” your voice cracked, sounding hoarse as you spoke.

“It’s just me, what’s going on?” he asked, taking off his slayer uniform and putting something else on in place of it. You put your sponge back in the bucket of hot water and started scrubbing the deck, not even bothering to answer his question. You more than likely didn’t hear him ask anything, as you would usually drown out the noises of anything that could distract you from your current distraction. “(y/n).” you popped your head up upon hearing your name, only to find that Giyuu was talking to you. He sighed, knowing that something’s on your mind but you won’t falter so easily. So as you went back to scrubbing, Giyuu took the bucket and set it elsewhere so you’d stop working and focus on him talking to you. “(y/n), you’re doing it again. What’s going on?” you thought about it for a second. You weren’t really sure why you were acting this way, frankly you didn’t even acknowledge it in the first place. “Are you stressed out about something?”

“Possibly, I can’t quite put my finger on it though…” you sighed, looking up to the moon, asking for an answer. “But what I do know is that I’m sick of getting back to back missions and running around all the time. Just hope I can catch a break…” you admitted, but Giyuu also knew that there was so much more to this than just stress.

“Anything else?-”

“Everything, it’s everything Giyuu, I can barely breathe nowadays it’s so overwhelming. I just don’t know how to handle these intrusive thoughts anymore they’re driving me crazy… is there something wrong with me?” you finally said it all, allowing real tears to spill down your cheeks. He kneeled next to you, his shirtless form shining in a divine way in the moonlight. Rubbing your back he pulled you into a gentle embrace, picking you up and carrying you to your shared bed. “Giyuu?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, I promise, and if I have to prove it to you then so be it.” he places you on the bed gently, moving to hover over you. His face looked heavenly in the dim moonlight mixed with the soft light of surrounding candles. It was almost serene to you, but it didn't stop any intrusive thoughts at all.

"Still don't see how there's nothing wrong with-" You were soon cut off by an unexpected kiss, one that seemed a little more heated than usual. Giyuu wasn't like this when he gets home after a mission. Was it really that stressful? He dragged out the kiss, wanting it to last a lifetime. If only oxygen wasn't a requirement to live.

"Stop, you're talking nonsense (y/n). There's nothing wrong with you, you're just stuck in a rut…" He leaned in to get closer to your ear. "And I'm going to make sure you get out of it, one way or another my darling…" He spoke softly, gently nibbling on your ear, making your breath hitch in your throat. He started undoing the tie to your robe, gently tugging at the soft fabric and tossing it aside. He sat down, pulled you up into his lap as you straddled his hips. Kissing you deeply as you shrugged off whatever fabric was adorning your body. You ran your fingers through his soft raven hair as he did so, tugging at the luscious strands making him groan. He took off the rest of your robe, exposing a satin bra and matching panties that you know he adores. Frankly you didn’t even realize you grabbed it before you went into the shower. “God you know that bra and panty set gets me going…” He dug his fingers into your hair, feeling it’s soft, cashmere-like texture. Trailing kisses down your jawline and neck he stopped at your pulse point, gently sucking on it as you moaned.

“G-Giyuu…” you whined, rocking your hips on his now hardened length. He groaned at the motion, only to lay you back down again to move to your chest. Undoing your bra and tossing it to the side, he gently cupped one on of the soft mounts, suckling on the other’s nipple so as to elicit another lewd moan from your throat. “Oh f-fuuck!”

“You like it when you’re pampered like this, don’t you?” he inquired softly, pulling down his pants bringing his boxers down with them. You marveled at how large he is, for a shy dude nonetheless. He took off your panties, tossed them to the side, and went down on you in one swift motion. Lapping up all of your arousal like a hungry man in the desert, but oh honey, you’re his oasis… and he’s one thirsty man.

“Fuck… oh Giyuu it’s so good…” you praised his tongue, which is making long, drawn out strokes on your folds. You gripped onto his head, keeping it in place exactly where you wanted him to be. He moved to slip a finger in your hole, using his thumb to toy around with your clit. “Fuck!” you yelped, arching your back from the wave of pleasure. As his finger started pumping in and out of you he realized it wasn’t enough, so he stuck in a second one to see what would happen. Well, it was a good reaction to say the least, seeing as how your walls immediately clenched around them.

“Ah, I see my beautiful girl likes being finger fucked, yeah?” Giyuu teased, finding that one spot and hooking his fingers, making you cry out his name.

“Ah! Giyuu right there!” you let him know what he was hitting. Only to make him push on the spot a tad more before pumping his fingers faster with every passing second. Your breathing was heavy, you were starting to see stars and you’re so close to orgasming… until he pulled out his fingers and quickly replaced what was there with his member.

“You ready to relax, my dearest?” he whispered, just centimeters away from your mouth.

“Yes…” you breathed out, feeling his lips crash onto yours as he plunged in all the way. Using the kiss to muffle your screams, wrapping your legs around his hips and holding onto his neck tightly. You wondered how long he’s been pent up, he did spend about a month out in the field after all.

“Good, because tonight…” he leaned down by your ear, “I’m gonna fill you up, put a baby in you, and you won’t ever have to worry about anything ever again…” he spoke softly as he gave you short, sweet strokes with his hips. He looked you dead in the eyes, his gaze soft and knowing exactly what your body likes. A faint ghost smile appeared on his lips as he snaked his arms around your frame, holding you close with strong arms. “You’re going to be the mother of my children… got that?” he muttered in the crook of your neck.

“Y-yes… yes make me the mother of your kids Giyuu…” you pleaded to him, making him chuckle somewhat darkly. This wasn’t anything new though, this usually happens after a mission, but something about this makes you feel like he’s being serious.

“Fuck, baby you know how to make me feel so good…” he turned around so you’re on top, giving you free reign to do whatever you wanted. Slowly you started to rock your hips back and forth, giving yourself full reigns to pleasure yourself. "Yesss (y/n), ride my cock like a good girl…" He groaned out, wrapping his hands around your waist as he slowly picked you up and down at a moderate pace. Seeing you like this in the moonlight, it was intoxicating to him. But the noises you were making were even better.

"H-hah! Shit… Giyuu I'm gonna cum soon if you keep this up…" you felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter, not feeling too sure if you could go on for much longer. Hearing this, Giyuu decided hey why not just flip back over and go painfully slow? You know, just to edge you a bit.

“You’re gonna cum huh? Well, you’ll just have to wait a little longer for that my beloved…” his teasing was too much for you right now. All you wanted was a sweet release, a release from the tightness in your stomach that’s driving you absolutely mad. It was almost hard to not focus on your own orgasm, frankly it was something you’ve never done before. “You’re holding out so well for me baby…” Giyuu praised your patience, kissing your temple before looking you in the eyes. Every whimper, moan, groan, and cry of pleasure just adds to the fuel you’re giving him. Like gasoline on a fire, rain in a flood, wind during a tornado. With each passing second you’re unsure of how much longer you can hold out, usually at this point you’ve already tapped out. “Just a little longer my love.. I promise you it’ll be worth it…” he whispered those husky words in your ear, causing a shiver to roll inside of you.

“Giyuu… I wanna cum so badly, please just let me cum I’ll do anything you want. Just please let me have my release. I want it so bad please please please…” you begged and pleaded as your nails dug into his back, hearing him groan in response. He looked you dead in the eye, sweat sheening off of his skin in the moonlight, his muscular form holding you securely underneath him. He smiled, kissing your forehead to let you know everything will be okay. His movements became sloppy, his hips lost their rhythm, his breathing became hitched and sporadic. Seems like he’s getting close.

“Cum, do it now…” you held no hesitation as you felt the knot in your stomach release, letting out a loud and lewd moan that wouldn’t have been heard otherwise. Sooner or later he cums too, letting his seed fertilize your fruitful bounty. It wasn’t every day that you guys had sex like this, moreover, you’ve never had sex with him like this at all. But it didn’t matter as he pulled out of you, rolling over to your left trying to catch his breath. He looked at you, taking your hand and kissing it gently. “I’ll be right back, okay?” you nodded in response, unsure of how to form words at this point.

He came back a few minutes later with a hot towel, gently wiping you down to get rid of anything that could cause discomfort, he soon did the same with himself. Laying back down he pulled the covers over you both and brought you closer to him. Kissing you on your head as you looked at him with heavy eyes. “I don’t know what caused you all of that stress, perhaps it was because of me being away for so long. Or it may have been something else, but either way it doesn’t really matter now. Just relax beautiful, there's no need to worry anymore, okay?” You hummed in response, still unable to form proper words. All you wanted was to savor the moment, and so did he.

After all, there’s nothing better than falling asleep in his arms. Safe and sound knowing that one day, you both can really get on with your lives.

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I'm so proud of this omfg

Hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know what you want to see next!

As a reminder MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #giyuu x reader #giyuu tomioka #giyu smut

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lavouredior · 16 days

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a vox x siren!reader?? :3

LEMME EAT THIS TF UP ❕❕❕everyone scream it for vox x siren!assistant!reader

warnings: vox’s hypnotism, reader’s siren song, valentino warning, y/n mention, this is also super short.

“i’m telling you voxxy, i’m getting quite sick of that little bonita assistant of yours” you rolled ur eyes as you hoisted yourself so that you could sit on vox’s desk. “valentino for once could you actually acknowledge that i’m in the room?”

“val. she’s not going anywhere get used to her.” you yawned at vox’s response “yeah val. i’m not going anywhere so you might as well get used to me.” you smirked before looking at your boss who shook his head knowing what you were thinking.

you weren’t good at listening to vox when he tried to tell you no, so you just turned so he was out of your peripheral vision. “val.” you said seductively, knowing it would get the dumb moth’s attention on you. “you know, i’m a pretty great singer, you wanna hear?”

with your last comment vox practically gave up on trying to stop you. “sure bonita.” valentino sighed. with his response you started singing your siren song, usually used by sirens for hypnotizing, in your case you’re using it to shut valentino up.

valentino just sat there dumbfounded, “i think he’s done now.” your boss said hearing you still singing your song after valentino was clearly hypnotized, but he wasn’t even acknowledged by you. he sighed grabbing your shoulders and starting his hypnosis “y/n stop your siren song. it’s not worth it.”

“it’s not worth it.” you repeated once stopping your song. it took you a second to snap out of the hypnosis, but once you did your boss got an immediate glare from you.

“you used your hypnosis on me?! you told me you would never!” vox shook his head before pulling you into a kiss. “and i told you not to hypnotize my business partner yet you did.”

“he’ll snap out of it in like an hour! it’s his fault for always deciding to shit talk me.” you crossed your arms your glare going back towards vox. “plus i’m saving all the whores in hell while having him hypnotized!”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel siren!reader

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artemfication · 2 years

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Mammon and his crushing problems

Let’s be real here, he is an absolute simp for MC

He would quite literally kiss the ground they walk on

However…

Mans is too embarrassed to admit he fell in love with a human

Like he is literally the second most powerful of the seven sins, tf u mean simping for some dumb ass human???

Oh fuck they smiled at him, RUN!

poor MC takes that as a sign that he doesn’t like them

They didn’t expect for the seven brothers to like them at all, but it seems like even being near them is too embarrassing for the second born

“MC is not with us for breakfast?”

“Huh? Wdym MC isn’t there for breakfast?! They never miss out on breakfast, and here I thought we could do our make-up togethee!” Asmodeus is a bit confused.

“Do any of you happen to know about their whereabouts?”

“I did hear their door when I was making breakfast. Think it was around seven? They must’ve gone to school early.” Satan mumbles as he takes a bite from his sandwich.

“Strange…I see no need for them to go that early. Not that I’m complaining, but their grades look fine.”

Lucifer’s gaze turns to Mammon and he can already feel another scolding coming from the oldest.

“Don’ look at me, they didn’t tell me anythin’ this mornin’ so ya can’t blame me.”

“You’re right. I was suppose to assign someone else as MC made a request to swap you out for one of your brothers. Their preference was Beelzebub or Satan. Not to worry, I will seek them out at RAD. I have a hunch either the Angels or Solomon came to pick them up…perhaps Thirteen since they became quite close lately. It does make me wonder what made them want to change guardians, though they assured me it’s because they wanted to get to know the others better.”

Ouch…that hurt mammon’s teeny tiny heart

Wasn’t he enough for you?

Did he do something that pissed you off?

“I’m done with breakfast. I’ll go ahead. Mammon’s got the dishes right? I’ll go and seek out MC to accompany them until you’ve had your little talky talk.” Asmodeus quickly gets up and takes one last glance in the mirror before going out to make his way to RAD.

One by one the brothers leave the table until it’s just mammon and lucifer.

“You’ve been awfully quiet mammon”

“Wha- you wanna have me talkin’ all the time or what?”

“That’s not what I was implying, however, you seemed quite surprised and sad when you heard about the change in guardianship. Mind telling me if you did something anyway?”

“Argh, how am I suppose to know? I’m just glad I got them off my back-“

“Lucifer?”

Mammon freezes at the sound of your voice.

“You wanted to speak to me? I’m sorry for not attending breakfast, I was in the library to print out my assignment papers. I have a free period right now as the professor got sick. Asmodeus told me you wanted to talk to me so I came back as you were still here. Saves you a trip to seek me out.”

“How thoughtful of you MC. Yes, I did want to talk to you about the change of guardianship. Please follow me to my office.”

Mammon tries to talk to MC but they give him the cold shoulder and avoid his gaze like the plague.

He’s fucked up for good, hasn’t he?

For the rest of the day he has locked himself in his room, lying on his bed and staring at his screen which plays some random video about how to hack a gambling machine.

Did they hear him say those harsh words?

But he didn’t mean it…

Beelzebub calls for dinner, but mammon has no appetite.

How is he suppose to fix this?

His old self would’ve been happy to be free from that guardianship

But the him now has become so attached to that puny little human

He never wanted to admit it, but it is a fact.

He’s in love with you

But expressing such a thing is so hard

How does Asmodeus do this shit all the time?

Well…not like he’s ever confessed, but rather received confessions…

Mammon has had his fair share of confessions as well. But he never confessed himself.

Do humans and demons confess in the same ways?

He looks up how to confess on Deviltube, watches some human confession movie scenes, but he is none the wiser

A little while later he hears laughter from outside his door and he quietly walks towards the door the peek outside.

“…and so his mom exposed him at a family dinner, for dating all these girls, because she found out their names by accident and the poor guy had to sit through the embarrassment, it was so funny when I heard it!”

MC and Asmodeus are gossiping and giggling as they’re making their way to Asmo’s room

That sweet smile MC wears…

They never smiled at him like that

“Let me get you some cute accessories I recently bought, when I was back home! See if they match with your fit for tomorrow, yeah?”

MC walks to their own room to look through their vanity drawer and are too busy searching that they don’t hear mammon walk in, until he clears his throat

O-oi, human. Can we talk for a sec?”

“I don’t have any grimm on me and no you can’t sell my bathwater.”

“That’s not what I wanted to t-talk about. I-it’s about that guardianship…”

“You’re welcome. Was that it?”

Guilt is weighing heavy on his heart as he hears the slight hurt in their voice

“I don’t want a “you’re welcome”…I just wanted to know why…?”

“Because you’re obviously embarrassed of me. You always run away whenever I look at you. When I try to be nice, you run off. When I ask you a question, you insult me without missing a beat. I know you didn’t like me in the beginning, but what did I ever do for you to hate me so much? Is it because I’m human?”

“N…no, I swear on my Goldie, it ain’t you who’s the problem. It’s me, I’m the one being stupid. I never meant any of those insult towards ya. Ya gotta believe me MC! I-It’s just this stupid feelin’ I get whenever I’m near ya…ya make me feel kinda weird…”

“As in disgust?”

“Nah, nah, not disgust…it’s just…it feels nice…but it also makes me anxious, ya know what I mean?”

At this point mammon is redder than Lucifer’s eyes.

He can feel those beats of sweat drip down the sides of his face

C’mon ya stupid demon, just say your shit!

“I….uh….I…I like you, okay?!” He splutters, eyes closed and his fist balled, not daring to look MC in the eyes

They’re gonna reject him, aren’t they? Just like everyone else-

“Mammon a-are you sure…?”

“You’re ma human…I’m ya first man…I don’t want any of those others to become ya guardian…you’re my precious dumbass human…”

Would you reject this adorably tall, white haired, blushing, stuttering, avatar of Greed?

You must be stupid if you did.

“I’m sorry for being so mean to ya…I was just a lil’ scared of myself.”

The MC is too stunned to speak

“I-I get it if ya gonna reject me…but it was unfair of me to keep ya in the dark…I’m sorry…”

“You dumbass demon…why didn’t you say that earlier?!”

The mammon was too stunned to speak as MC’s arms have found their way around his waist.

“I’m not rejecting you, but you really need to stop doing stupid things…”

“I heard ya…”

Spoiler alert: He didn’t

Mans still gets flustered as hell whenever MC does something as mundane as asking him something or even just walking beside him!

He once passed out when receiving a scolding from Lucifer because MC held his hand

#obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me x reader #mammon is baby #protect this dumbass i beg

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thefiery-phoenix · 2 months

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YANDERE OVERHAUL HEADCANONS

He'd be attracted to people who don't have that 'sick disease' also known as a quirk. He'd want someone who's pure and clean and the minute he sees you and your quirkless form, he thinks you're an innocent naive helpless little darling that he NEEDS to protect since the pro heroes suck at doing their job

The idea of him keeping you locked away and isolating you from the rest of the world so you can rely ONLY on him for everything is really tempting and appealing to him (Sadistic prick)

If you had a really strong and useful quirk, he'd still be attracted to you though. Just, he'll make sure to get rid of it and rob you of it by stealing it so he won't have to see you 'suffer'. And THEN, he might lock you up and leave you in isolation

If you're someone he decided to protect from everyone else, oh man... I PRAY for ya. He'll try befriending you and worming his way into you life and pretty soon, he'll ask you to come live with him. You agree but when you start rebelling against him, you'll be restricted from using your favorite things and lose your freedom

He thinks that he'd doing everything for the sake of your 'best interests' and to be honest, he knows more about you than anyone, even YOURSELF, considering the amount of time he spent stalking you and asking his men to keep an eye on you. He's like a doctor, but a really creepy and short tempered one. He'll give you regular checkups so expect constant fussing by him over you since he thinks proper health, nutrition and hygiene are a TOP priority

If you're behaving well, you'll get all sorts of things you want but you'll have to EARN them by gaining his trust and behave good around him since there's only so much fun one can have when they sit and stare at a wall for 24 hours everyday

The WORST thing this sicko might do is try convincing you in his sick and twisted way that he's NOT treating you bad. And after a while, you'll fall into his trap and web of lies and you'll start believing him and start feeling guilty if you misbehave around him. Damn does this dude know how to pull out an UNO Manipulation card

Punishments are simple if you try escaping or behaving badly. If you yell and scream at him and throw insults at him, he'll just ban you from using your favorite things and it'll be a really LOOONNGGG time after you get them back. You won't be getting them back till you apologize and admit that you were in the wrong. If you manage to hit him or kick him, you'll be denied of his attention for a while even after you cry out an apology

He isn't going to punish you physically but his punishments can take a really HUGE toll on your mental health and state of mind and so.... like I said, for the sake of your sanity just don't argue with Bird Face and agree to everything he says

If you manage to attack him with a weapon (One, HOW TF did you manage to do THAT!? And 2, that's actually way cool Hehehe.... okay, I sound like an evil twin of Sangwoo,imma stop nowTvT) , you'll be isolated in a room with white walls and he'll only come by to give you your meals and THAT'S IT. No screen time, no favorite things, nothing. He'll isolate you till you're practically BEGGING him for forgiveness

This dude ain't a Romeo so don't expect him to be all lovey-dovey with you. But occasionally when he feels like it, he might hold you and hug you from time to time and say how glad he is to have found you, his little pure angel to care for and protect. Who KNOWS what would have happened to you by now if you didn't come under his care?

He'll let you roam around the backyard ONLY (Not without you having at least a dozen of heavily armed bodyguards keeping a close eye on you) and if you still complain, he's gonna make sure you're grateful for letting you at least step out of the house

He'll let you look after Eri and Eri just ADORES you. She sees you as a parental figure and I won't be surprised if she develops platonic yandere tendencies and feelings towards you. She'll be sad and pouting when you won't focus your attention and honestly, WHO can resist her CUTE adorable little face? I sure as heck can't....

So... Mr Bird Mask is really SCARY yandere who can haunt you in your dreams and become your WORST nightmare unless you abide by his rules and laws. And THAT children, is today's moral of the story UvU

"Angel.... I'm doing this for YOU now it's time for your daily checkup. Don't be a brat, I only want what's best for you~"

#yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #yandere kai chisaki #yandere kai chisaki scenarios #yandere kai chisaku headcanons #yandere kai chisaki oneshots #yandere kai chisaki imagines #yandere kai chisaki x reader #yandere overhaul #yandere overhaul x reader #yandere overhaul scenarios #yandere overhaul oneshots #yandere overhaul headcanons #yandere overhaul imagines #yandere overhaul x reader imagines

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IWTV Trailer (me losing my freaking marbles - YOLO) Pt2

I'm just going frame by frame thru AMC'S BEAUTIFUL new IWTV trailer. But I had to split this into 2 parts cuz Tumblr won't let me post 30+ pics. 🙄

They transition from Louis telling Claudia "It's you and me," to BB!Dan being "disrespectful"--yelling at Louis wanting him to make him a vamp, like we heard in S01E01.

And they immediately cut to the clip we've seen before of Louis crying & being dragged off by some old dude (if that's a vampire I feel bad for him, LOL). This might be Claudia/Madeleine's execution, rather than the Trial itself, cuz Louis was wearing a different outfit. (And Claudia's wearing the YELLOW DRESS! Imma be sick! 😭)

So I wonder when the "best outfit" Jam Reiderson said Claudia wears is gonna take place--which I'm assuming is the red Flamenco dress from the posters.

It is SO incredible that we're actually gonna see The Trial, and LESTAT BEING THERE, and seeing Madeleine & Armand & Santiago.

It's interesting that they cut from Armand saying it wasn't SanFran where he failed Louis but Paris, and jump to hallucination!Lestat mocking Armand, yelling "HA!" Is Louis' outfit the same as the one where the old dude dragged him out crying? It kinda looks the same. So is Louis imagining Lestat being FURIOUS with Armand for what's about to happen to Claudia? I wonder why Les is in THAT suit, cuz it looks like the same one he wore in S1E03 the night he kicked Jelly Roll Morton out of town & ragged on Louis about not wanting to kill humans.

Good lord, here we go. #GoneTooSoonMadeleine. U_U And I LIKE THE IMAGERY of the joint/shared transformation, nodding to Claudia desperately wanting Louis to be her (blood) spouse, as they make Madeleine together.

Jfc Louis really did almost kill BB!Daniel. O_O He shattered all that plaster--that's brain damage for sure--no wonder he can't remember the interview, LOL. (I still think Armand used the Mind Gift to make him forget everything.)

A lot of paintings and canvases--art heist Armand?! Are we finally gonna see how he made all that money, going around stealing priceless treasures!? (You can see Armand's feet floating, LOL.) Or is the inside of that chateau his coven raided, "we own dominion!"?

Daniel asking Louis: "YOU BUY THAT?"

AMC thinks they're FUNNY! Cuz they cut right from Armand stealing art he didn't BUY, to lovebomber!Lestat laughing in the townhouse and Louis yelling in what looks like a train station? So he's freaking TF out in public (just like Paul).

Ooooo--then they have Lelio!WolfKiller!Lestat about to attack someone (Magnus? Nope, I double-checked it's Armand cuz ofc it is), looking like the freaking BEAST in his red cape--

--right before we get Lestat's POV of Louis and him fighting in Ep5.

Cuz yeah, Lestat had snapped, and was beating Louis like he was a DOG, like he wasn't even seeing a PERSON, let alone someone he was supposed to be protecting from vampires/monsters LIKE HIM--and OMFG Louis was in blue just like Belle was during the wolf attack--I hate this show.

And they immediately jump from Louis getting beat by Lestat to what I assume is Louis getting jumped by the Theatre--trapped in the coffin they were gonna bury him alive in.

What on earth is Claudia throwing? I swear I think these are bombed/blown-up body parts--pieces of someone's life gone cuz of the WAR. (And immediately cut to Loustat fighting.)

"Who are you, Louis? If there was no ME, if there was no HIM." So yes, the fan theory that Louis WANTS those pieces gone are correct. Or rather--Louis THOUGHT that having those pieces removed would help him. He thought he could recover the lost parts of himself if he wiped his mind of the painful memories. But something must've triggered him--likely finding Claudia's diaries after the 1970s--we are SOOOOO deep in Merrick territory. Cuz Louis wants those memories BACK now--with a vengeance.

*squints* Are they really GOING THERE with Lesmand!? O_O That's not Nickistat, right? Cuz the very next clip is Armand--using telekinesis on Louis (or Daniel?) WTF?!

And then we see the familiar clip of Armand using the Fire Gift when he first meets Louis. Just paralleling how much Armand openly flaunts his many gifts in front of Louis, while Lestat tried to hide everything he could do to not scare Louis away--until Ep5 ofc.

Doomed "happy" "family." YELLOW DRESS ALERT ☝️. The calm b4 ish hits the fan. They immediately cut to Claudia being "welcomed" by the Theatre and Santiago zooming thru the tunnel--

--DEATH to all of them! "F**k these vampires"--Claudia never lied!

Louis, you are just too dang pretty--GTFO off my dang screen. 😍

Another YELLOW dress--these images are cursed.

Loustat reunion at the Trial, if that's the same outfit Lestat wore here.

Give him hell, Armand! 😈 He wanted to be the Devil's Minion so bad--here you go! Look at all that glass shattering around him; no wonder Daniel's scared for his life, LOL! (If this is actually Louis throwing a fit I will DIE.)

Louis finna GO OFF on this BUFFOON! So THAT'S why Armand was mad! XD Louis (or Claudia?) was about to rip Santiago's whole jaw off! XDDDD

The sound of Louis just crying has me in a STATE. AMC is doing something SO freaking different from the film & the books. Louis is actively trying to make sense of things, as we see this poor man just suffering with PTSD and mental illness; with no one to HELP him but some crotchety old man who borderline hates him, and an old AF vampire who'd loves him so much that he'd rather have Louis forget everything cuz ignorance is bliss. 😩

Louis WANTS to remember everything. Armand does NOT want the interview. And Daniel is scared.

Holy freaking goodness, what an incredible trailer. 👏 May 12th can't get here fast enough!

#interview with the vampire #loustat #loumand #louis de pointe du lac #louis de pointe du black #justice for claudia #must see tv #the hype is real

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odyssean-flower · 10 months

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Everything Shall Return to the Sea Chapter 3: We Are Trapped Together in a False Paradise (Yandere! Neuvillette x GN Reader)

how tf did this end up being 2.4k words-

i wrote this instead of sleeping so if it's messy...that's why

This is the third (bonus) chapter of Everything Shall Return to the Sea. Please read that if you want to understand what's going on

tw: dark themes, suicidal thoughts (kind of), mentions of imprisonment, my shitty dialogue

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

The wavering light overhead was dim and faint, more a memory than anything substantial. And yet you were craning your head towards it with all your might, like a sunflower seeking the sun.

Your arm, despite knowing full well how futile it was, reached up and tried to grasp it in your hands. Of course, nothing except for water slipped through your fingers.

Water–you’ve become so sick of that substance.

You closed your eyes and tried your best to imagine you were somewhere else. Anywhere else. A place where you were surrounded by weightless air. Your small, bare, but familiar apartment. The dull, sterile atmosphere of your job. The cozy and warm house where you met your friends in person for the first time–

That last memory sent a bolt of pain through your head, and you shook your head to get rid of it. Thinking about those people would make you fall into another spiral of depression that you might not ever be able to get out of.

The flickering light above you seemed to dart away, as though it was scared off by the sudden change in your mood. You tried to chase after it, but you couldn’t move from your spot. For a split second, you wondered if there was something weighing down your legs, and then you remembered.

You tried not to look down at the red, glittering appendage that now consisted your entire lower body.

The waters shifted behind you. You knew who was there even before turning around.

“My love, have I not told you over and over again that you must not look up at the surface? You would only strain your neck.”

The deep, smooth voice of Neuvillette, your mate–just thinking about that word made you feel ill– no longer sounded in your head, but reverberated straight into your ears. In some ways, that was a good thing. You didn’t know what you would do if he still spoke into your head.

You ignored his endearment of “my love.” You were in no mood to argue with him today, not to mention how sore your throat still was from your last yelling match with him. Well, it was more like you yelled at him while he simply stared at you blankly with his violet eyes, like it was just another tantrum you were having.

“Don’t you mean that you don’t like it when I do it?” you muttered. You let the unspoken reason hang between the two of you. Because you don’t like me clinging to my past life and rejecting you.

Neuvillette either didn’t hear your mutter or let it pass. His hand circled around your arm. “Come, my love. Let us return. I’ve prepared a wonderful surprise for you.”

You let him lead you by the arm. You were still unused to swimming with a tail and kept lagging behind, but he never hurried you. He only gave you gentle encouragements like “Yes, my dear, keep moving your tail like that” and “You’ve become so much better at swimming in such a short time” and helped you along.

He had been like this during your earliest days as a mermaid as well, when he was teaching you how to swim. Endlessly patient, endlessly understanding. You hated it. You hated the fond look in his eyes as he watched you struggle with the most basic skills that even a mermaid infant could grasp easily. You hated the firm grip of his hands on your shoulders and waist (although you quickly learned to put up with it, compared to the humiliation of crawling in the sand). And you especially hated his warm breath in your ear as he murmured instructions to you.

All of it was a reminder of the fact that you were utterly dependent on him now.

Sometimes, you wished he would just give up on you and leave you drifting in the depths alone. At least that was something you were used to for all your life: depending on yourself because there was no one else. You wondered why he didn’t. Surely even someone like him couldn’t endure constant rejection and hatred from someone he supposedly loved.

You never asked him that question. You didn’t think he would understand anyway.

His long hair billowed out and tickled your back as the two of you swam back to your abode.

Neuvillette’s people were nomadic, but they still had a permanent settlement of interconnected sea caves hidden from human eyes by the dark waters. They were currently staying there because of you.

You had expected to be met with scorn and contempt by the other mermaids for being deadweight, but instead, they treated you with a reverence befitting of a ruler. You were waited on by the other mermaids, your every need attended to before you could even voice it. There were kind smiles, warm gazes, and sincere compliments everywhere you looked. The worst part was, you were pretty sure that they weren’t even ordered by Neuvillette to do those things.

Ever since you were a child, your deepest wish was to be cared for and loved by someone, even if it were just one person. But now that your wish was fulfilled in the worst way possible, you simply wanted to be left alone. Even your previous solitude seemed like a comforting blanket to you now.

You had learned the hard way that mermaids considered the mating bond to be a sacred, inviolable connection. When you begged one of the mermaids to help you escape back to the surface, they had simply stared at you with wide, uncomprehending eyes. “But…are you not Lord Neuvillette’s mate? Why would you ever want to be parted from him?” they asked, as though your kidnapping and forced transformation at his hands were completely irrelevant. They immediately took you to Neuvillette, who proceeded to imprison you in your chambers for what felt like an eternity (the passage of time was so difficult to tell now). That wouldn’t have been so bad, if not for the fact that he chained you to your bed and insisted on taking care of you himself, from brushing your hair to feeding you. He No one else was allowed to see you. He was your sole source of companionship.

After he elicited a promise from you to never even think about escaping again, he unchained you and kissed your bruised wrists.

“I know it’s a difficult adjustment for you, but you must accept the fact that this is your new life now.”

You remember staring up at those violet eyes and feeling white-hot, visceral hatred for the first time in your life.

On your way back to the caves, the two of you were greeted by many mermaids. Even through the filter of your hatred for him, you could still tell that Neuvillette was a respected and well-loved leader.

“Lord Neuvillette and his mate look so lovely together,” you heard one sigh. “I wish I could have a bond like that one day!”

“Me too!” another chimed in. “I’d be happy for the rest of my life if my mate had half of Lord Neuvillette’s devotion. It’s so sad that humans can’t seem to understand it.”

“Oh yes, it’s truly pitiful. I do hope that they will learn soon.”

The gulf of understanding between you and the mermaids never felt more stark to you than now. All of your previous research and animated discussions with your friends seemed naive and silly. These creatures were fundamentally different from you.

You peek up at Neuvillette’s face and was mortified when your eyes met his. They softened, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips. Your stomach churned with a mix of different emotions. Despite everything, he was still the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

“We’re almost there to your surprise,” he told you. “I’ve been working on it for some time now. I think you’ll love it.”

Sometimes, you wondered if he really believed in what he was saying. Did he really think that this was the best and only way? Did he really believe that he was being kind to you? Did he really believe that you would come to love him?

Neuvillette led you to a round dome of opaque sea glass. There was a watery film set into the dome that appeared to be the door. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, if at all. All you hoped was that he left you alone to your thoughts soon.

You crossed the threshold and gasped at the sight in front of you.

The whole interior was softly illuminated by a wispy light set in a glass orb overhead, like a miniature sun. The ground was covered in swaying verdant green kelp. Colorful corals clustered in neat, stone-lined beds. A sleek, wooden bench was half-hidden under the shades of two rose-red weeping willows, whose branches almost brushed against the ground. Little fish swam amongst the branches like birds. At the center of it all was a white marble statue covered in moss. It must have come from some long-ago shipwreck, for its features and contours were heavily eroded. You could somehow tell, though, that it once depicted someone beautiful.

It was a perfect recreation of the park near your apartment you once frequented, but the underwater version.

You suddenly recalled telling Neuvillette about it during one of your weekly visits. He had taken an unusual interest in it and asked you many detailed questions about it. You had a tough time trying to describe it in a way he would understand, so you brought him pictures on your next visit. The intense way he had pored over them made you laugh and tease him at the time. You remembered even wishing there was a way to bring him there.

“I know that you’ve had a difficult time adapting to your new life,” Neuvillette’s voice brought you back to the present. “And I cannot blame you. Your old life was all you knew, after all, and you cannot help but cling to it. I made this place for you in the hopes that its familiarity would grant you some comfort. Of course, only you and I can enter this place. It will be our little secret refuge away from the world.”

The expectation in his voice made you look up at his face. The hopeful anticipation in his eyes caused something inside you to snap.

“I don’t understand…” you whisper.

“What don’t you understand?” he frowned.

“I don’t understand how you can do all these things. I don’t get how you can kidnap me, force me to transform into a mermaid, take me away from everything I care about, and act like I will inevitably return your feelings. I don’t get it at all! I don’t get why you try so hard to get me to love you, even…even doing all this! Why do you keep on trying, even when you know I will only reject you and hate you? Why? Is it because of that stupid mating bond you and all your people care so much about? Don’t you hate being forced to love someone because of something in your body that you can’t control? Don’t you want to be free of that? Why don’t you just dump me somewhere and find a new mate? I’m sure there’s plenty of mermaids out there who would happily become your mate if you just asked them. Better yet, just kill me! Just kill me and be rid of it all!”

Your words bubbled up from the pit of your stomach and erupted from your mouth in the form of a scream. You had never shouted like this before. You were panting heavily, and the back of your eyes was burning hot. You were probably crying right now, but it had been a long time since you had felt tears on your skin.

Despite it all, you glared up into his eyes, willing your feelings to reach him.

And they did.

Neuvillette’s face was twisted in rage. He looked furious. You had never seen that look on his face before. Your survival instincts, which you long thought were dormant, caused you to back away. I’ve gone too far, you thought. This is it.

Neuvillette’s hand reached out to grab your wrist and pulled you towards him, crushing you against his chest.

“Never say that again,” his voice was a trembling hiss. “Never tell me to kill you, ever again. I would rather give myself up to the humans than lay a finger on you.”

You couldn’t say anything. Not just because he was holding you so tightly, but also because the fierce emotion in his voice took your breath again.

“You ask me why I keeping persisting? Let me ask you a question, then. Why do you keep on clinging to that miserable, hopeless life you led? There’s no one who loves you or sees you for who you truly are. You attach yourself to those so-called friends of yours, who have never done anything for you, and yet you give all you have to them. What’s more, you gave yourself to someone barely knows your soul, deluding yourself into believing that is love. And you ask me why I did what I did?”

His voice was like the rumbling of the earth. It shook you to your core and you could do nothing except listen even as your heart sank. He never understood you at all.

“I have loved you, wanted you, thought only of you since the day we met. I’ve belonged to you, just as you’ve belonged to me, far before the bond snapped into place. The bond only confirms what already exists. Abandoning you, killing you, will be akin to killing me as well.”

You felt Neuvillette’s arm shake around you. It took you a few moments to realize that he was crying as well.

You wondered. What if Neuvillette had confessed his feelings to you normally? Would you have accepted them? Maybe, if it was the old, lonely you, you would have agreed to be with him in a heartbeat. But the you who finally experienced friendship and being cared about?

It was pointless to think about such what-ifs now. Those possibilities had dissolved into seafoam, along with your old life. Or perhaps your old life had been nothing but bubbles on the surface of the water to begin with, and this was the start of your real life.

One thing was for sure: you felt things with Neuvillette that you’ve never felt for anyone before. And you doubted that would change.

In that imitation garden at the bottom of the sea, you tilted your head upward and kissed the man who you were eternally trapped together with.

#neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #my works

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hyperraduo22 · 11 months

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my long list of random dps headcanons

+ includes spencer and stick !! :))))

• neil only has problems with reading in one eye and still to this day cannot figure out why. he assumes it’s genetic atp

• meeks and pitts do not like excessive gore in movies although pitts is more prone to dislike body horror— they won’t get physically sick from looking at gore they just generally don’t like it and get easily squeamish from it

• pitts likes pink lemonade simply cause it’s pink

• whenever knox gets a fortune whether from a fortune cookie or one of those mechanical tellers, he takes it so seriously for the next two weeks

• meeks and todd are slow eaters

• neil is the pickiest eater out of all the poets although he’s slowly learning to get over it and try new foods. cameron and meeks try to encourage him little by little since they used to be picky as well but got over it

• todd has sensory issues when it comes to texture. if he feels something he doesn’t like for a long period of time, he could possibly get anxious and start crying from it. example: he absolutely hates the feeling of shedded snake skin and will never ever stick his hands in those “guess what you’re touching” boxes at those wilderness exhibits— bro is traumatized from it

• despite popular belief of neil hating roller coasters, i think he has a neutral opinion on them and there’s some he can tolerate and some that he does like. although he’s very picky with roller coasters and there’s some he absolutely refuses to go on even with todd

• cameron actually likes trains a lot and hyperfixates on them (and yes there’s a bittersweet story behind it from his childhood)

• pitts loves anything s’mores flavored

• stick knows how to bake really well and the dps always ask (more like beg atp) to be his personal taste testers cause they know the finished product will be delicious

• meeks cannot eat spicy food for the life of him. he tried cajun food once and he loved it but some of the cheyenne peppers knocked him tf out- like his face was redder than his hair

• knox loves rooftop dining (rich bastard)

• charlie has a personal barber that he always goes to even when he becomes an adult

• todd’s mom is a lesbian (( i wanna post my dps family headcanons so bad cause this deserves context😭 ))

• pitts grew up with a compromised immune system and spent his days inside a lot during late elementary school and a little bit into middle school. since meeks was also pressured to do good academically at such a young age and ended up staying inside more often, the two bonded over that and meeks didn’t mind taking care of pitts when he got sick<3

• charlie and cameron are really good at golf

• cameron prefers taking chewable pills whenever possible since he has trouble swallowing larger pills

• meeks can name the 50 states in alphabetical order off the top of his head

• todd and pitts have that friendship where they always support each other no matter if they both know what they’re doing/saying is dumb and absolutely wrong by all logical standpoints

• pitts is better in biology and anatomy. the only reason why he’s passing chemistry is cause he’s good with remembering chemical reactions and organizing his work during lab projects. otherwise stoichometry fucks him up badly

• todd chews on the ice whenever he has certain cold drinks

• stick crochets in his free time— he even crocheted a blanket for spencer and spencer still uses it to this day :(((

• spencer can get really invested in dramas or sports shows and end up having really dramatic reactions at the things that happen on tv— stick has witnessed this once and bro was dying laughing the entire time. every since then, the duo watch tv together and it feels like a therapeutic bond between the two

• ^speaking of spencer and stick, they’re childhood besties!! they have that bond where even when they separate for long periods of time, they’re able to reunite and catch up/have nothing change between them

• because todd loves bird watching and meeks loves stargazing, they invite each other whenever they’re doing those activities and hype each other up whenever they spot something rare (ie. rare bird species or a rare celestial event) <3

• because stick likes to feed hummingbirds around the campus from time to time, todd sometimes joins him so he can also appreciate the birds

• whenever he reads up that an eclipse is coming up, meeks gets all the poets together on the rooftop to watch it

• pitts actually knows how to play a few songs on piano but hasn’t touched a piano in a very long time

• charlie learned to play clarinet in a orchestra/symphony that played for the town and raised money for local charities—that’s right. he’s so rich that his parents didn’t enroll him in private lessons but rather a more professional band class with other kids. he originally wanted to try out the oboe just cause (he also secretly loved the oboe solo in that one tchaikovsky piece) but his parents obviously made him do clarinet instead. he would later teach himself saxophone

• charlie has an immunity to ibuprofen and some other over the counter drugs (don’t ask why. he’s probs the type of person that gets headaches or body aches easily- whether self induced or not- and took so much ibuprofen over the course of a month that it doesn’t work anymore)

• cameron has sensitive teeth and gets toothaches easily from cold foods like ice cream. therefore, he’s careful with his portions when eating certain desserts, takes smaller sips when drinking water at restaurants (or he just asks to have no ice in his drinks), and he prefers drinking room temperature water

• stick is scared of butterflies- like i’m talking bro has a full on phobia of them cause of some traumatic childhood incident- but still thinks they’re really beautiful :(((

• ^because of this- when walking outside, spencer will make sure there aren’t butterflies nearby for stick. he’ll either swat them away or gently pick them up and make them fly away elsewhere like the true best friend he is🫡

• no matter the circumstance, spencer just does not give two fucks about true crime whatsoever. you can make him watch a true crime doc and he’ll either get bored or be like “really? that’s all the killer can do?” “…couldn’t they like- i don’t know- not enter a complete stranger’s home??” “i could’ve beaten up that guy you know.”

• knox and spencer have a brotherly relationship and have known each other since middle school. knox would invite spencer to tag along with him and charlie, obviously tease him in the middle of class, and he’d ask for help on school work. plus knox and charlie have stood up for him on multiple occasions and help raise his confidence in social situations

• stick has hypoglycemia (low blood sugar) episodes from time to time. sometimes they sync up with spencer’s random nosebleeds and they both sit in the nurse’s office together.

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okay now i wanna post dps family headcanons and stick and spencer headcanons now🏃‍♂️🗣️

let me and todd’s lesbian mom cook

#dead poets society #dead poets headcanons #i love stick and spencer #dps fandom #dead poets fandom #dps #dps boys #dps hcs #todd anderson #charlie dalton #neil perry #steven meeks #gerard pitts #knox overstreet #stick dps #richard cameron #dps spencer #spencer dps

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joojeans · 10 months

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hi sno! im just wondering who do you think would be the boy dad or girl dad among hyung line? imsoo sick im already thinking of them as the father of my children (i dont think id ever want to have kids...) thank you <3

&team hyung line: girl dads vs boy dads

k: k is such a boy dad. i think he would get nervous with a little girl because he would be so afraid of accidentally hurting her sdfjsfs :( but a little boy! he would be k's shadow. he'd take him with him to run errands, to walk the dog, even to work if he's able. he would make it his duty to turn the little guy into a miniature version of himself. he'd even have him double team you (the mom) with matching pouty faces when k wants to go for ice cream but you've said it's too late. because how can you say no to both of them at the same time? he's the cool dad 99% of the time so you usually have to be the disciplinarian but he can step up to the plate if and when he needs to. fake beefs with his son about which one you love more.

fuma: equal parts girl dad and boy dad. with a little girl, he's spoiling tf out of her and treating her like she hung the moon in the sky. it's a stark contrast to how he'd raise a little boy—making sure he corrects even the smallest misbehavior. he teaches his son about nutrition and being active from a young age so he doesn’t have to struggle with it later in in life while also playing video games with him when they get back home. his little girl is his princess and he buys her pretty things and snuggles with her mid-day if she wants him to. his little boy is expected to help with dinner and cleaning up and he watches his words a lot more carefully. it's not that he doesn't hold them to the same standard so much as it is letting the mom take the lead with the daughter while he takes the lead with his son. he will still make sure his little princess isn't acting crazy. she just gets away with a little bit more until her mom's around.

nicholas: he's a girl dad and i'm so sad about it !! he's the softest dad, carrying her around as much as she wants. he will cave to anything she asks for and if mom says no, he'll give it to her in secret. paints her tiny nails :(( her freedom of expression is very important to him so he'll be walking around the grocery store with her dressed fully in costume if that's what she wanted to wear that day. he's good at disciplining her, but in the gentlest way possible. he'll use a soft voice and puppy eyes to make sure she doesn't feel like he's angry. she's his heart for real. he comes home and no matter what kind of day he's had, he finds her first thing and spends quality time with her, only to make your heart swell with that much more love for him.

euijoo: both pt. 2. with a son, he's dedicated to raising a polite, well-intentioned young man. he has many heart to hearts with him as he's growing up to make sure he understands that just because some boys may act this way or that way, it doesn't mean that it's right. makes sure he understands how to treat women and be mindful of their struggles. his daughter is his sunshine in a sometimes stormy world. he's so protective of her. if she trips or hurts her finger or someone at school makes her cry, he's falling over his feet to make sure she's okay. makes sure to warn her about "how boys can be" and will give a stern look to any boy around her so they know to be on their best behavior with his daughter. good at talking either of them through any misbehavior by making them understand exactly why what they did was wrong and how they can handle it better next time. will watch them carefully when the situation arises again, a proud smile and words of praise when they navigate it successfully.

#all team #k #fuma #nicho #ej #&team fluff #andteam fluff

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sinsandsweetness · 7 months

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Sin sin sin sin just had a dirty ass thought (not inspired by real life…) would any of the boys you write for have a Prince Albert??

If you want to could you write a little piece about reader finding out they have it, like she’s shocked but turned tf on

And I mean any of them, Walking Dead, Punisher, Supernatural or more.

(Personally I think Shane might have gotten one while he was drunk, Daryl and Merle the same. Even Rick the dirty fucker 😫 I can see Frank and Dean having one too 😫😫

♠️.

I can totally see that with Shane.

Imagine, it’s been a few days since he got a little too drunk and woke up with a painful surprise in his boxers. Shane shows up at the diner him and Rick frequent, and maybe you’re a waitress there and you’re already talking to Rick at the bar. Your favourite regulars. They’ve been stopping by for lunch at least once a week for a year. You don’t even need to take their order when they walk in, you just ring in their usual and pour them a beer.

Shane slumps down beside Rick on one of the stools at the bar and immediately grimaces. A pained groan escapes his throat that has both you and Rick sharing a look.

“The hell happened to you?” Rick is smirking. Knowing how hungover Shane was the other day when he called in sick.

“Nothin’.” He brushed it off immediately. Trying to order his burger as a distraction instead. But you interrupt him.

“Nuh uh, what’s up? Someone use a little too much teeth the other night, or what?”

Rick chuckles, the sound garbled by the mouth full of food.

“No- I-,” Shane sighs, adjusting himself once more on the uncomfortable stool. “I got a- I got a pmmhm”

“What?” You ask, “I didn’t catch that last part.”

Shane mumbles once more and has both you and Rick rolling your eyes.

“Shane. Speak the fuck up.” You finally tell him, placing a beer down on the coaster in front of him.

“I got a piercing.”

“A piercing?” Ricks eyes are wide.

“Shh,” Shane looks around, ensuring the conversation hasn’t gained too much conversation. “Yes. A piercing. Now let’s eat our food and get back to work, hm?” He whispers.

“You pierced your dick?” Rick whispers and the two of you lean in closer. Making sure that the privacy of the conversation was held to the degree that Shane clearly needed.

“Did it hurt?” You ask, eyes following his button up all the way down. You can’t help the image he’s created in your mind.

“There’s a metal bar through my dick, sweetheart. Course it hurt.”

You bite your lip, leaned in against the counter. Unintentionally pressing your breasts together and on display in the deep v of your blouse.

Shane can’t help but notice. Gaze catching yours once more before he asks, “what?” Why are you staring?

“Just thinkin’ about how it might feel for the next girl you bring home.”

Rick smirks, taking another bite of his burger and trying not to look at the fact that their favourite waitress is eye-fucking his best friend.

“Oh yeah?” Shane’s demeanour shifts back to his usual hyper sexual cockiness. Less shy now that what used to be an embarrassing drunk mistake, has actually piqued your interest. “Maybe you’ll have to come over sometime. Then you can tell me just how good it feels.”

“Shane,” Rick can’t help but scold his friend for his inappropriate behaviour. But you’re blushing hard and Shane just holds back a laugh. A devious smirk still fixed in his face. The three of you share a little laugh before you’re forced to acknowledge the other costumers you should be tending to.

All you can think about for the rest of your shift is if Shane actually meant it. And what it would be like if you actually were to actually find out.

#2 Shane drabbles in one day? unheard of #kinda drunk tank vibes honestly #shane x you #shane walsh x y/n #shane walsh x reader #shane x reader #shane walsh fanfiction #shane walsh x you

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crackedpumpkin · 1 year

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I saw that you had requests open uh-

Rise Leo with a fem reader that works for/with the purple dragons?

Either as like another coder or an artist for the crappy group of teens- lol

a/n: lovely anon, the amount of agony i have just experienced in the past few hours as i try to release my brain from its den of constipated creativity is all for you. I hope you enjoy <3 Also, idk how tf I'm still sick even though it's been like, 5 days. Am i fated to simply shrivel away? Find out in the next update!

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Another day, another round of going through the same motions once again. I dread walking into the hallways drenched with the scent of overpowering cologne, where no one understands me. The smell burns like a thousand suns upon my being, making me shrivel away into a husk of mineself.

I despise the sunlight. It keeps me at bay, because the darkness is where I belong. It calls to me, draws me in like the everlasting comfort of father’s arms. If his arms were actually clean and comfortable, that is.

Ah, the classroom approaches my vision. I hesitate. Is it truly worth the risk? Alas, I must follow through for the sake of my family. If only there were someone who truly understands me, and sees me for my true worth hidden under this hood of mine.

Am I just fated to be forever this amazing at being undercover?

“Okay Leo, you can stop with the inner monologue now.”

“Hey, if reinventing oneself is this easy, why aren’t the rest of you here then?” Leo whispers back into his watch harshly, eyes narrowed into a glare directed at the neon light that depicts the time.

“We sent you in because Mikey would get distracted, and I’m not there because I need to make sure Donnie has parental supervision at all times. And the reason why Donnie’s not there is because he’d stand out too much.”

“That is true; it is hard to hide such genius away instead of dazzling the clueless students.” Donnie muses over the small speaker he installed in the watch, having created this gadget specifically for this mission.

“Now remember, Leo, your mission is to get in, blend in, and make sure that Kendra’s not up to anything good. There’s been word on the street-”

“A.k.a. April,” Donnie interrupts.

“That there’s been a newcomer. And you know what they say about newcomers; they’re always up to no good.” Raph ignores Donnie, his firm instructions making Leo roll his eyes.

“Chill out, guys. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’m the best at going undercover! I’ll find what they’re planning and be out lickety-split!”

“Leo-”

“Oh, would you look at that! It’s time for class to start. Byeeee,” Leo cuts off his brother from saying anything further, quickly pressing a button on the side of his watch that ends all communication.

He breathes a sigh of relief, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sleek black hoodie. He eyes the color distastefully. The sacrifices he’s had to make for this mission are excruciating.

“Alright Leo, time to get your best emo goth phase going.” He mutters under his breath, using his elbow to nudge the door open and entering with slouched shoulders. He peeks out from under his hood to scan the classroom.

It’s packed with quiet students who stare at their monitors with eyes of focus. He’s pretty sure they don’t blink. He sucks in a nervous breath through his pursed lips, wandering around until he finds a seat.

He glances around. The number of students around him is sparse, providing him with some form of relief. He’s secured a spot to survey the scene. Now, to find the little troublemakers that call themselves the Purple Dragons or whatever.

He does a quick spin in his chair, hands on the top as he balances himself on his knees. He frowns when he doesn’t see them, only to pause once his gaze lands on a group at the front.

One, two, three, and four, he counts off mentally, pausing when he realises something’s amiss.

Four? There weren’t four the last time he checked. He vaguely recalls Raph’s words from earlier about some sort of newcomer. Ah, this must be her!

But once you turn your head, he forgets everything entirely.

No one told him that the newcomer would be pretty.

He watches as you scoff at something Kendra says, leaning back in your seat as your fingers fly across the keyboard so quickly that all he registers is a blur.

She’s pretty, so what? Don’t let it distract you from the mission, goth Leo. You’re here to flirt- I mean, find out what Kendra’s up to, he chides himself. He sits back down in his seat when the bell rings, slumping against the chair. The very picture of refined laziness of a high schooler that cares for nothing.

You gather your things and stand up from where Kendra, Jeremy, and Jason had gathered around you. “Look, I’ll continue debugging the programme later, okay?” You promise, Kendra nodding in satisfaction before she lets you go.

You breathe a sigh of relief, walking away from them and scanning the classroom for any empty seats, preferably away from the new gang you’ve suddenly found yourself a part of. You spot an empty seat at the back next to a student you’ve never seen before.

You raise a brow. You know everyone in this classroom, already having familiarised yourself with their faces. But they’re someone you’ve never seen before. You make your way over, unable to contain your curiosity at their getup. It’s as if they’re allergic to the very air itself, from the way they’re dressed in a hoodie and long black sweatpants that cover every inch of their body.

Leo spots you approaching from the corner of his eye, heart pounding as he does his best to remain unbothered. This is the time to put his acting skills to the test. He watches you sit down warily, his body tensing when you turn to face him with a smile.

“I’m Y/n,” You introduce yourself, noting the slight raise of their head when you speak.

“Leonardo,” He introduces himself smoothly, relieved when his voice doesn’t crack from how nervous he is.

“Well, nice to meet you, Leonardo. Is this your first time taking this class?” You ask, resting your elbows on the table while propping your chin on your hand. You’re a little wary of his character, based on the way he’s dressed. Maybe he’s cold. In this heat, though? But it wouldn’t hurt to get to know him, you suppose.

“Yeah, would someone as kind as you show me the ropes, hermosa?” He grins.

You take a moment to contemplate, glancing back at your project that still has so much work to be done. However, it wouldn’t hurt to help out a newbie. Plus, you could just google what he had called you later.

"So, are you just chilling here or...?" You ask, gesturing to the black screen of his monitor. "Do you not know how to turn it on...?"

"Oh, I just prefer not to. I do my best thinking monitor-less."

"Sure..." You hide a grin at his words, chuckling. "Power button's on the bottom right." You whisper, pressing another button to turn on his CPU for him.

Huh. Leo rather liked the sound of your laugh.

“Thanks. Looks like my first lesson of the day’s already going smoothly,” He chirps, already moving the mouse and double-clicking on random programs that have been pre-downloaded into the PC. He leans over to you slightly, peeking at your screen and comparing it with his.

He opens a coding software that looks similar to yours, the only difference being that his is blank, whilst yours is filled with hundreds of lines of code. You take a moment to read through your own code, trying to find the singular error that’s making your life a living hell.

“Woah,” You flinch, caught off guard by his sudden closeness to your side. “What’s that mean?” He points to a random line, looking at you for an explanation.

“This function just makes it so that when a button is clicked, it’ll check all the fields of my form before it’s allowed to go through to the server. It’s supposed to be simple validation, but for some reason, it’s not going through.” You all but growl under your breath, growing irritated at the wonderful reminder of your current progress.

“Riiiight, functions.” Leo nods, though the slow drawl in his voice makes you hesitate.

“Sorry,” You apologize sheepishly, “This chunk here is basically making it so that when this button is pressed, it checks if everything’s been filled before letting it process,” You attempt to simplify, pleased when you hear a sound of realisation from the boy beside you.

Guess you have to start from scratch. You shift your chair closer to his, sharing the desk with him. You reach out and grab the keyboard, sliding it closer. “Now, type what I’m highlighting on my screen, okay?”

He readies his sleeve-covered hands, placing them on top of the keyboard confidently and accidentally pressing down on multiple keys. The page gets spammed with random sequences of numbers and letters, and he chuckles sheepishly before rapidly backspacing.

You wait patiently, his inexperience making you reminisce fondly on the days spent reading up and watching Youtube tutorials on how to code. Once he clears the screen of the numerous characters, you clear your throat, sitting up a little straighter in your seat.

“So, you’re gonna type this.” You tilt the screen of your own monitor and use your mouse to highlight a certain part of your code. He types away, looking up now and then to compare your code to his.

"So, what'd these nerds ask you to do?" He takes the chance to ask, using his chin to nod at the people you were with earlier whilst propping his feet up on the desk.

"Acting as if you're not a nerd yourself," You laugh, "I was helping them debug a few things in their program."

"Ah-ah," Leo holds up a finger, quickly shoving it back inside the pockets of his hoodie when his sleeves start to slip, "I'm a dork, not a nerd. The main difference? Dorks are lovable, and girls like lovable."

“Sure they do,” You snort, leaning back in your seat.

“Of course they do! After all, you’re still talking to me, aren’t you, hermosa?” He points out smugly.

Well, that is true. You pause, cheeks warm as you try to think of a way to retort but come up with none. “I suppose you’re right,” You admit in defeat, sharing a chuckle with him.

“You do know that they’re bad news, though, right?”

You purse your lips, frowning slightly as you sigh. “Yeah, but I owe Kendra a favour.” You admit with a simple shrug.

“A favour? That’s it?” Leo’s baffled by how simple your reason is.

“Yeah, I don’t like owing favours to people. Besides, it’s just temporary,” You say, raising a brow at his rather intrusive questions. Did he know…?

He wouldn’t know, you chuckle. There’s no way he’d know about the hacking device Kendra had asked you to help debug for her.

Oh, she knows something. Leo can feel it in his gut, noting the slight suspicion in your gaze. He shrugs, propping his elbows behind his back and leaning against his chair. “None of my business anyway. Besides that, though, what do you think? I did pretty good, huh?”

“Not bad for a first timer,” You smile, pleasantly surprised that he had figured out how to toy around with the different aspects of the webpage in such a short time, relaxing at his carefree attitude.

“Anyway, what’s your favourite movie?” Leo asks eagerly, trying to figure out a way to build back up to the conversation about the Purple Dragons once more. A harmless question wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Oh, right now it’s Frozen. But I’ll always have an attachment to the ones I grew up with, like Lou Jitsu,” You answer absentmindedly, having moved your chair back to resume debugging your own code.

“You know Lou Jitsu?”

“Yeah, my dad made me watch every single one when I was younger. Now it’s like a guilty pleasure,” You say, pausing after. “Wait, you know Lou Jitsu too?” You question with wide eyes, shocked that there’s someone else in this school who knows of Lou Jitsu.

“Of course! I’m his biggest fan, along with Jupiter Jim, of course,” Leo brags, lazily spinning in his chair.

“I haven’t heard that name in forever,” You lean your cheek into your palm, nostalgia hitting as you remember the days spent in your room, rifling through page after page of Jupiter Jim comics. “Jupiter Jim was fantastic. Actually, I think I still have a few issues still in mint condition. Planned to sell them, but kinda forgot with all the projects I got going on,” You gesture tiredly to your bright screen in silent explanation.

Wow. If he wasn’t already infatuated with you, he sure is now.

Leo’s about to speak when the school bell rings, signalling the start of lunch. Students start to pack up, streaming out the door automatically in search of food. You hear a small growl from his stomach, looking at him with eyes that shine with amusement.

“Shall we continue this conversation over lunch?” You ask as you hold his gaze. Well, you’re pretty sure that you’re looking straight into his eyes. It’s hard to tell where his are under the hood. You’re still not sure why he’s hiding his face, but hey, Leonardo seems fun to hang out with.

Plus, he’s funny.

You like funny.

“Yo, Y/n!” You turn at the mention of your name, deflating slightly when you see Kendra gesturing you over to the front.

“Looks like we have to postpone that lunch date, mi amor.”

You pause in the middle of gathering your things. You’re not a native Spanish speaker by any means, but you’re pretty sure you know what the nickname implies. A rosy pink blush blossoms on your cheeks, clearing your throat and standing up in your seat.

“Catch you later, Corazón,” You rush off to meet Kendra after your daring reply, though Leo spots the flustered glance you throw over your shoulder. He grins, a rush of euphoria giving him a high he never thought possible.

"Leo, anything to report?" Raph’s voice suddenly speaks from his watch. He immediately covers it with his hand, glancing around furtively to check if anyone’s heard. Luckily, it’s only him in the lab, and the Purple Dragons are too far away to have heard.

He hesitates, watching you join Kendra and leave, but not before you cast an apologetic glance over your back to him. The smile doesn’t leave his lips, his gaze fixated on you as you round the corner. He finally lifts up his watch to his face, answering his brothers.

"No, nothing special to report, dear brother. Over and out."

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