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kaeichi · 7 months

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love is in the air.

. . . and maybe that's why mikage reo can view the world with such clouded, pink-hued vision, and why nagi seishiro cannot breathe at all.

series. nagi + reader + reo. no gendered terms, but some implications of m! reader. reader likes boys. bestfriend! nagi. valentines/white day. highschool setting. swearing. humor. fluff & angst.

a/n. repost bc it wasnt showing up in tags T-T i js want a shoujo anime w these two as the MLs...

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⊹ 01 : my dear partner [wc: 4.7k]

TWO YEARS AGO

“…dude. you're scaring all the hoes away.”

nagi watches your lips move, though he barely registers anything you've been saying since he has stopped listening a while ago—which, honestly, comes as no surprise to anyone.

there’s no real reason to be so lethargic at this hour (it's already late noon, plus he surprisingly had a decent amount of sleep the previous night for once), nor the time to think about trivial things, but he can’t help but think about how exactly every single thing stopped being so bothersome like it used to.

he can't quite pinpoint what brought on this gradual change, but if he had to, then it’d probably be three springs ago—when he’d wake up a little earlier than usual to the gentle kiss of the sun through his window and the cherry blossoms were in perfect bloom. around that time is when he’d received his quiet companion choki, he’d finally scored top 1 in the leaderboards after months and months of grinding in his favorite mobile game, and… when you’d first sat next to him in middle school.

for as long as he remembers, you were simply just there. an unexpected oddity that has not only forced its way through, but has also wedged firmly into every aspect in his life. and somehow, he’d concluded that maybe some things weren't so bad—that some things weren't such a hassle to him after all.

“move, idiot. at this point you might as well hold my hand.” the snow-haired male barely hears your voice over his wandering thoughts, stumbling from the light shove you give him. he has now become acutely aware of your swinging hand, wary of the close proximity and the faint buzz of static that lingers on his skin. huh. maybe it is better to move away.

still, he’d rather not reposition himself. it’s too much work, he’d like to reason, and it's certainly not because of anything else… maybe. he doesn't really know for sure. what he does know though, is that the space beside him suddenly feels strangely empty.

when he looks at you to see a pout forming on your lips, he can't help but sigh. you're being unreasonable. there's something that's been nagging his curiosity for a while now, and it took him quite a bit to realize what it is.

“seishirooo,” you whined one day, allowing your head to sink against his mattress, taking up nearly the whole space while nagi sits at the corner of the bed. you came over to his place that day to bother him, stating that you needed some comfort because apparently, “no one ever looks at me. i feel so damn invisible.” he shrugged and offered you his controller, challenging you to a 1v1 with him as a distraction.

“…but i look at you all the time?” he replied.

“yeah, but that's different.” and he would've asked you to elaborate more, if not for the fact that you've been horribly vague about it when he does ask, and the perpetually sleepy gamer only has so much patience before he gives up and decides it's something not worth spending his energy on.

besides, you're always emotional like that. this was probably just another one of your fleeting phases.

it's not until he notices you've been longingly gazing at the couples on the campus, quietly seething under your breath that it finally clicks. now, he may not have the greatest understanding when it comes to feelings and all its complexities, but even he can tell you’re reeking with jealousy.

despite being pushed off only seconds ago, nagi shuffles closer again as he falls into step beside you. even if sparks prick his skin, it feels right in this way. “dunno why you ‘need’ hoes when you already have me.”

“just because i'm into guys doesn’t mean that i like you in that way,” you mutter, sending him an odd glance like you thought there’s something wrong with his head for even suggesting that. not knowing how to respond, he settles for staring right back without a word.

“what's with that look? you know what i mean, seishiro.” you continue, averting your gaze from him. what look? he asks internally. “it's just, well, literally everyone is getting into relationships. and i know we're still first years, but… it just feels like i’m missing out, y’know?

“do you really? sounds like a hassle to me,” he shrugs, and it truly does—he never saw the appeal of dumb crushes, of drama nearly every day, of possible unrequited “love,” or of wasting half your time and energy on someone just for it to not mean anything at all in the end. video games sound way more fun, and way less heartbreak inducing.

“you can't say that when you haven’t even experienced it,” you argue, still pouting.

“it’s overrated anyways. being single is better.”

“hah! of course you’d say that, you virgin.”

“you’re one to talk,” nagi boredly quips. “i’m celibate purely by choice, but you on the other hand… if you really think about it, you're basically an incel.”

nearly choking on your spit, you exclaim, “hah?!”

“you don't even really talk to other guys except for me, and on top of that, you're barely approached by anybody,” he explains in a matter-of-fact tone, oblivious to the way his best friend’s confidence waning rapidly by the second the more he speaks.

“yeah? and who’s fault is it, you cockblocker!”

nagi simply sticks a tongue out as you flip him off.

right after that, the two of you ended up breaking into a sprint as you heard the clicking sound of heels walking on the tiles around the corner, not wanting to get caught for skipping classes. well, you ran, and just dragged him by the wrist. he felt the warmth of your fingers even through the thick barrier of his baggy sleeve.

PRESENT

you try not to trip and fall face first as a cold hand guides you through the crowded hallway.

it's embarrassing enough as it is to be rushing through the middle of the corridor and pushing past the bodies of random students like you're a main character or some sort, but even more so when the (apparently) most popular guy of the campus that you’ve (never) seen is walking right in front of you.

and it gets even more humiliating when said popular guy has taken hostage of your wrist, leading you away to a more secluded area. shocked, harsh whispers echo throughout nearly the whole floor, and multiple eyes shoot daggers at the fingers wrapped around the sleeve of your uniform, and you’ve never wanted to bury yourself alive more than this moment.

after rounding a corner into a miraculously empty hallway, you finally skid to a stop, yanking your hand away, ready to pounce at the culprit who made you go through all that unnecessary attention. however, before you can get a word in, the refined male bows his head low in front of you, and you find yourself face-to-face with sleek purple locks.

“i’m sorry, but i have no time for dating. i’m really flattered, though. i hope we can stay friends still.” he hurriedly says, hope gleaming in his matching purple eyes.

…what.

who is he again? and why is he rejecting you?

for some reason, you find the stranger’s gaze too bright that you have to look away; so you do exactly that, tilting your chin downwards instead and letting your hair mask your expression.

after a few beats of silence, he clears his throat. “i'm really sorry, it hurts me to see you look so down… i’m sure we can put this behind us and—”

“nice shoes,” you interrupt, still not raising your head to meet his now confused stare. “i can tell you really love wearing them, judging by the busted, worn out stitches. hey, is it just me or is that prada logo kinda wonky too?”

the male's jaw drops down nearly all the way to the floor.

“pardon me?” he says through gritted teeth, keeping his composure by flashing his usual award-winning smile, albeit a lot more stiffer. “i know i just rejected you, but you don't have to be so hostile…”

when you finally raise your head, your expression can only be described as terribly and solemnly unamused, unimpressed beyond words.

then, you suddenly lean closer, peering closely into his violet irises with thoughtful hum. an unwilling flush of red creeps on the tips of the boy’s ears, his eyes widening comically at the sudden intrusion of space. “you’ll do,” nodding to yourself, you now grab his wrist and pull him away. “come.”

“w-wait, huh? where are we go—”

“you're the one who made me late. let's go!”

reo isn't quite sure why he's the one being dragged away now.

he has only initially planned to gently turn down the person who last confessed to him, whose family just so happened to be related to his father’s business partners—but now he somehow finds himself on a whole date with that person? (the same one who brazenly insulted him by implying his shoes are fake, by the way!)

“i have other plans today, you know…” the heir says, subtly trying to inch away from you.

you tug him back by his sleeve, with twice as much force than he had used on you earlier. “i can imagine, my dear partner.”

“w-what?” reo stutters, and he's cringes at himself for how he's acting at the moment. the usually composed and charming mikage reo, now reduced to a stuttering and blushing mess? how embarrassing.

“normally my best friend would do this with me, but he slept in today.” leave it to seishiro to leave me all alone on the day that actually matters, you irritatedly mutter under your breath. “well, whatever. come on.”

as you and him enter the packed bubble tea shop, the fingers that were wrapped around his sleeve slides down to interlace with reo’s own clammy ones. he realizes this a second too late, and before he has the chance to let go, the clerk by the entrance greets them with an enthusiastic “welcome, lovebirds!”

“huh?!” reo’s jaw slackens, dumbfounded. he’s really starting to hate himself now—it's unbecoming of him, really, but it's hard to process everything when you're so close to him that the scent of your shampoo keeps invading his senses and subsequently messing with his head.

“here’s your special tickets for today. thank you for participating, and happy valentines!” you drag him straight to the back, where the colorful claw machines are set up. reo catches a glimpse of the pink posters set up on the walls of the quaint shop, which reads: couples get free special tickets! today only! …ah. that's why he's here.

“aoi-san… you're gripping too tight,” he says, gritting his teeth together into a forced smile.

“aoi?” you repeat, your grip finally loosening until you let go entirely. “huh… i see. by the way, what's your name again?”

needless to say, the purple-haired male is beyond perplexed. “is this your unique attempt at a joke or something?”

“come on, rich boy. we've held hands and i don’t even know your name!”

“right… which i totally wasn't being forced to do…” he lets out an awkward laugh. sure, some admirers of his tend to get a tad excessive, but they were never able to get far with him, much less forcibly drag him out on a date—and it's not even because they want him to spend his unlimited budget on them and spoil them rotten, but just so they can get… a free special ticket for a claw machine. how did he end up getting in this bizarre situation? more importantly, how does he get out?

you simply shrug. “your fault, rich boy. you should try thinking about anyone other than yourself for once.”

“excuse me?” he narrows his eyes, slightly peeved. he's had enough of your rude attitude; potential business partner or not, he hopes that he never has to interact with you again in the future. “stop calling me that. i have a name, and it's mikage reo.”

the way your eyes widen doesn't go unnoticed by him. “and what did you even mean by that?” he presses defensively.

you plop down on the seat, with reo mirroring you as you insert the rouge ticket decorated with pink hearts into the slot of the claw machine. “well, mikage reo. i’m sure you're aware how aoi’s family is important, right?”

yeah, this person is definitely a weirdo, reo muses. who refers to themselves in third person?

“i heard they had connections everywhere… just like you. it's crucial to maintain a good relationship with someone like that, right?” you conclude—that would explain why reo had taken the time to personally talk to “aoi” one-on-one instead of just flat out rejecting them on the spot.

reo tilts his head to the side. “i’m not following…?”

“mikage.” you emphasize, looking at him straight in the eye before turning your attention back to playing. “i’m saying that the poor kid’s still waiting for an answer. your heartfelt and sincere rejection, to be exact.”

a few seconds of silence pass. well, as silent as it can be with the loud chattering of the crowd and the mechanical whirrs of the claw machine you're currently messing with resounding in the air.

“you mean, you're not…” reo trails off, all color draining from his face. “i’m so, so sorr—”

“aoi’s the one you should apologize to, not me. oh, i got a double! how lucky.” you eagerly grab the prize, the limited edition valentine’s merch exclusive to this boba shop; a plushie collectible that comes with a redeemable code for your favorite video game. you want to collect all of them, but you’re broke as hell and you’re only here due to the free ticket. turning to reo, you shove the second plushie to his chest. “here, this is for you. since you did help me out with getting these.”

“ah, thank you…” reo absentmindedly accepts the small toy, still reeling on how he could make such a careless mistake. “listen, i do apologize—”

“i wonder how'd you even mix us up. is it ‘cause we have the same hair color?” you ask, slightly amused because aside from that, you and aoi look nothing alike. your fingers tap on the surface of the control panel, observing reo’s shame-stricken visage. “or maybe… is it because everyone just looks the same to you?”

at that moment, mikage reo realizes two things: (1) maybe he's more transparent and vulnerable than he thinks, and (2) you're dangerous, and it's better to stay far, far away from you. how could you see right through him so quickly? what if that's something you'll use against him?

he doesn't like to admit it, but it's true—in his perspective, everyone's the same. they're just after him for money and status, and at some point, they've all just become faceless, superficial pawns vying for his attention.

and of course, you’re no exemption.

noticing he’s gone quiet, you continue, “but i guess if my world was as vast as yours, i couldn't possibly keep up with everything either, so i get it. i’m not saying i’m in the same situation as you, but i can kind of relate, i guess. i only keep the ones who's important to me close, and the rest just exist and do whatever. i’m selective, but in that way, at least i can give my all to the ones that really matter.”

reo closes his mouth shut. here you are casually saying that you don't matter to him, and while that isn't a lie in the slightest, he still can't help but feel guilty. maybe it's just the people-pleaser in him, or maybe it’s the way the corners of your lips are slightly quirked up and to form a miniscule, accepting smile, but he wants to reassure you, “still, i’m sure you feel that—”

“i don’t.” you don't mind that he didn't know you, because you didn't even know him either—there’s no reason for you to take it personal. you’d be a hypocrite otherwise. “i really don’t.”

you smile at him. he thinks it's out of understanding, but unbeknownst to him you're actually just entertained by how his inner turmoil is so clearly reflected on his expression. “so don’t worry about it. plus, we’re even now.” you add, gesturing towards the prize.

hopping off the stool, you wave at him as you start to walk away. “...happy valentines. i'll see you around, mikage. maybe. er, probably not.”

“wait!” he hurriedly jumps off the stool as well, clutching the plushie in his hand as he follows after you. “i… let me drive you home.” the words stumble out before he even realizes what he's saying. you're probably just using him, and you're dangerous, and you see right through him, and he should stop wasting his time because his actual valentine's date is probably three seconds away from storming out the restaurant he's booked at—

so why is he doing this?

“drive?” you repeat, because of course he’d have a driver. damn rich people, you think internally. “nuh uh. it's like a ten minute walk, and i’d rather save the environment.”

“then i’ll walk with you.”

“you do realize i’m done dragging you for the day, right?” you quirk a brow up, amused; you could've sworn he was itching to get the hell away half an hour ago. “you're free. you can go home if you want.”

reo smiles, a more genial one this time. “i know.”

“so, you into popular guys now?”

“hell no.”

nagi narrows his eyes at you. “you’re just into reo, then?”

while you expected to be grilled first thing in the morning by random people about your apparent relationship with mikage reo (to which you simply replied, “i don’t know who that is, sorry,” and proceeded to run away), you didn't expect to be interrogated by your apathetic best friend as well.

usually, nagi prefers to be completely silent during the 1st period (and actually all the way through lunch), not bothering to utter more than a few words, but today, he seems uncharacteristically on edge, waiting for you at the corner of the gym with a wrinkle between his brows.

“why are you on a first name basis with him?”

“everyone calls him reo.” he shrugs. “why him?”

“i never said i was into him.”

“then what's all that partner thing about?” he asks, which confuses you a bit. you doubt that reo would go around announcing to everyone how you teasingly called him ‘partner’ and practically dragged him to a date against his will, but it's not like him and nagi are close either, so you wonder where nagi has heard this information from. then, you suddenly recall back to yesterday, where you saw the curtain of your neighbor’s bedroom window swinging side-to-side, as if it was drawn close a mere second before you looked up.

it seems that your mind wasn't playing tricks with you after all, and that a certain someone was eavesdropping on your conversation with reo as he walked you to your door.

“fake partners, you mean? and it was a just a joke—i met him that day.”

“that day? why are you acting so close if you've just met that day?”

“you're awfully talkative today, seishiro.”

“i know. it's making me exhausted, and it's all your fault.” he then presses his weight against you, leaning his forehead on your shoulder—as he always does when he's tired and you're within reach. your eyes widen immediately, darting around the gymnasium to see if any of your classmates has noticed.

you don't want people to get the wrong idea about you two. it's not because it kills your chances with anyone due to the assumption that you aren't single (which you still very much are, by the way), or even because of potential issues of being a two-timer due to a certain rich boy—it's just that whenever you get asked if you and your best friend are together, you can't help but flinch from the idea, like ice is being poured inside the back of your shirt. you don’t really know what to call it, but you do know that you've answered the question a hundred times and you're positively sick of it.

“i told you to stop doing this in public,” you hiss, trying to push the giant, clingy sloth off you. “and stop whining, nagi. i’m not going anywhere. besides, i’m not even looking for a relationship or anything like that. not after… you know, what happened during our first year.”

he lifts his head up, frowning at you. “don’t call me nagi. just ‘cause you met a new guy doesn't mean you get to call me nagi.”

you raise an unimpressed brow. what’s his problem? “only if you stop whining.”

“…‘m not.” he slurs his words together, only proving your point.

“yes you are!”

“why do you have to be so annoying? you're such a pain,” he sighs, now walking away from you.

“i'm the annoying one?! and don't call me a pain, you—!” without hesitation, you promptly snatch a red ball from the steel ball cart beside you before swinging your arm at him, slamming the dodgeball right to his head. well, you tried to, at least; even with his back facing towards you, nagi only takes one step to the side to avoid it.

“your shitty aim sucks balls,” the tall male comments unenthusiastically, his white fringe falling over his eyes as he gazes at you over his shoulder. his nonchalance only spurs you on, now hauling multiple dodgeballs at him.

“how about you suck my ba—”

“give it up already. you're never gonna hit me.” and nagi actually has the audacity to yawn mid-dodge. of course, it only fuels your irritation even more. you eventually run out of balls to throw, so you mindlessly grab the nearest object to your right and chuck that as well.

…which unfortunately, happens to be nagi’s phone that he's snuck inside the gym, peeking under a face towel on the bench.

“oh, fu—”

because of your (rightfully) so-called shitty aim, it swung way up high to the left, a few steps away from nagi. in less than a second, he realizes what you have flung at him, and his body moves instinctively; he throws himself towards it, swinging his leg upward and trapping it with his foot with perfect ease before it has the chance to plummet down on the floor.

“why are you making me move so much…” he sighs. “what a pain.”

“you’re supposed to move anyways, we're in PE. you're welcome,” you smugly reason out. and then not even a second later you fold, shoulders curling inwards as you glance toward his phone; if it weren't for his godly reflexes, you would've broken it. with a small voice, you meekly add, “sorry.”

nagi shrugs in response.

when he saunters over to place his phone on the bench again, a silver glint catches your eye. a small charm swings lightly, small beads of white and black strung haphazardly together attached to the side of his phone case.

“wait, this is…” a phone charm crafted by hand, which is your birthday present for him four years ago. “i didnt know you still had that.”

“why wouldn't i?”

“where was it this whole time? this wasn't here a few days ago.”

“i just kept it in my drawer ‘cause i don’t wanna lose it.”

tilting your head to the side, you ask, “so why'd you suddenly decide to attach it to your phone now?”

he looks away, scratching the back of his neck. “…dunno.”

eyes dropping into slits, you mutter, “you know, that kinda sounds sus—”

“hey! that was amazing! nagi, right? you should play soccer with me!”

nagi and yourself both turn to the direction of the sudden voice, seeing a familiar figure running towards you, vivid purple eyes gleaming under the gymnasium’s stark white lights.

“mikage?” you exclaim.

ever so slightly, nagi sharpens his usual droopy eyes. “nah.” he immediately says, turning on his heel.

“seishiro? wait, weren't you supposed to be looking for a club?”

“don’t really care.” you follow him, lightly jogging to keep up. as soon as you catch up by his side, the taller male glances at you as he asks, “will you join too?”

is he seriously asking you that… “no?”

“then i won't.” nagi concludes as he continues to walk away from reo.

“hey, wait up!” reo calls out, placing a hand on your shoulder. “ah, i was completely shut down… say, will you help me convince him?”

your brows shoot up as your gaze flicks down where he's casually touching you. after your initial confusion of who he is yesterday, you then recognize him after learning his name—the most popular boy in school, known for his good looks, charisma, and most especially, his wealth. he gets along well with literally everyone, and acts genuinely close with them even if they aren't.

“uh, why should i?”

“remember that limited edition merch you like? i can get you the rest of the collection. in fact, i’ll even buy out the whole place just for you.”

“wha– seriously?” you feel your eye twitch. damn rich people. “it was limited edition. they all ran out of stock already.”

“i have my ways.” well, that's not shady at all. he flashes a grin at your skepticism, winking at you, “anything for my partner.”

and you now understand why he's earned his title. this is probably how he always gets what he wants—with a smile like that, anyone would drop to their knees and do whatever he’d ask. two years ago, you would've keeled over for attention like this, but now, you're nothing but indifferent.

he places his hands on both of your shoulders now, completely stopping you from taking off. wide violet eyes scrutinize your own, making you scrunch your nose at the close proximity. “shouldn't you be begging him and not me?”

“yeah, but...” reo swears he feels an air of animosity radiating from the white-haired male, and that's why he has decided to turn you instead. “you wouldn't leave your partner hanging, right? as partners, we help each other out, riiiight?” he says, dragging his words out.

you lean as far as you physically can from his grip, but he doesn't seem to care, excitedly looking at you with stars evident in his eyes. “mikage, you—” he smiles at you, bright and blinding, and you find yourself withering under his intense gaze. “okay, fine, just—”

“well, that's settled then! they’re joining the club too, nagi seishiro. they can be our manager.” you briefly wonder why he didn't outright offer to have you join the team, but he probably saw how you threw the dodgeballs earlier… though it's not like you have to use your hands in soccer, so what the hell, this is kind of insulting.

“says who, mikage?”

“you're gonna come watch all our games?” he negotiates.

“why don’t you offer that i join the team?”

“ahahaha. haha. hah.” he laughs awkwardly, swinging an arm around your shoulder and ultimately evading your question.

because you were too busy trying to shrug him off, you miss the way nagi’s eyes zero on to reo’s arm around you, wordlessly observing the whole interaction with his lips pressed taut.

you still don’t know why reo hasn't moved away; he's so close that you can see the dark amethyst specks in his irises, the long strands that frame his face are lightly tickling your cheek, and if you lean in even just an inch, you can practically—

“you said anything i want, right?” your voice drops to a low whisper, and reo nods slowly, still seemingly oblivious to the lack of space between you.

“then... what if i said i wanted a kiss?”

reo’s smile drops immediately, recoiling away from you as if you've slapped him, his whole entire face heating up all the way to the tips of his ears. finally out of his grasp, you erupt into boisterous laughter, shaking your head as you leave the flustered boy alone and catching up to nagi.

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footiehoefics · 11 months

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Pretty eyes / Ojitos lindos

This is a repost bc the tags weren't working :(. Anyways sorry I hadn't posted in a while, I'm glad i was able to write this one bc it was an idea I've had for a while now. I hope you guys like :)! Tw none, fluff/light smut, 2.7k words

Gif: bluesmason

Hace tiempo que no agarro a nadie de la mano

Hace tiempo que no envío un: “buenos días te amo”

Pero tu me tiene’ enredao, me envolví

Iba por mi camino y me perdí

Mi mirada cambió cuando tus ojos vi

Yo no te busque, no

Chocamo’ en el trayecto

Con tu alma es la que yo conecto

Tranquila, no tiene que ser perfecto, no

I haven't hеld somebody's hand in a while

I haven't sent a "Good morning, I love you" in a while

But you've got me entangled, I got involved

I was on my own way and I got lost

My gaze changed when I saw your eyes

I didn't look for you, no,

We bumped into each other through our path

Your soul is the one I connect with

Stay calm, it doesn't have to be perfect, no

What you and Mason had was something very special, and both of you knew it. You are both certain it was love at first sight, as cheesy as it sounds. You fell for him, quick and hard. The first time you looked at him properly, like look straight into his hazel eyes, you knew you were fucked.

Before meeting him you knew who he was of course, and you never thought you would meet him in a coffee shop in Manchester and end up falling in love with him. However, the last thing you were expecting was him falling in love with you.

It was lonely for him those first days in Manchester, but he had you. After you two met, he sat down at your table for a cup of tea and a chat and he asked for your number. He thought you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He definitely did not plan on seeing someone right now in his life, especially after making such a big change in his life. That all changed of course when he took you on a date.

He didn't know where to take you not having lived in Manchester before, so you chose the place since you were a local. It was a nice, cozy and cute restaurant. It was also very private which he loved. That whole night was probably some of the best moments he had ever shared with someone. He knew he felt something for you that day at the coffee shop, but on your first date it completely solidified it.

During your first date, you could not stop staring into his eyes. It was the loveliest and best first date you've ever been to. He made you feel things no one had, and things you hadn't felt in a while.

After dinner, you took him to a park nearby. You were walking and talking, talking and walking. You learned so much from him and him from you. It was like you were talking to someone who you had trusted your whole entire life. It felt right and it felt like home.

After debating it in his head, Mason finally had the courage to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers with his. It made your heart melt and your cheeks blush too which caused Mason to giggle to himself.

Every day after that, the thing you both wanted the most was to be with one another. You craved each other’s touch and presence. It did not take him long for him to tell you about his feelings and how serious he was taking your relationship. You felt exactly the same.

It scared you a bit, you feel like maybe all of this happening in the span of a month or 2 months was rushing it. All those thoughts went away when you were with him though.

“Do you want to go to my home game tomorrow?” Mason asked you while you both layed on top of each other on his couch.

You had never seen him play, the season was just starting and his first game was a home game. You lifted your head up from his chest to look him in the eyes. The same eyes that drove you crazy every single time you looked at them.

“Do you want me to go?” you asked him back, resting your chin on his chest.

“Of course I want you to go…” he replied, smiling and caressing your cheeks with his warm hands. You smiled at him, still looking at his eyes.

“I’ll go, I want to see you play.” you told him.

You lifted your body up towards him and kissed him lovingly. Kissing him was another thing that drove you crazy. Feeling his lips against yours, his nose brushing against yours.

“I love you so much, you know?” he said, your noses still touching.

“You do?” you whispered.

“More than you know” he replied, smiling.

“I love you,” you said, kissing him, “so much.”

After that night, every morning you woke up to a “Good morning” and an “I love you” from your boyfriend.

After what you went through with your ex relationships, you didn’t think it was possible to find someone as perfect as him. But you were very thankful and you thanked your lucky stars every day.

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Yo le hablo a Dio’ y tu eres su respuesta

Aprendí que los momento’ lindo’ nunca cuestan

Como cuando me regalas tu mirada

Y el sol su puesta, y el sol su puesta

Nada más seremos do’, tu y yo acariciándono’

En medio del tiempo, sin decir adiós

I talk to God and you are his answer

I learned that pretty moments are priceless

Like when you gift me your gaze

And the sun its setting, and the sun its setting

It’ll only be us two, you and i caressing each other

In the midst of time, not saying goodbye

The season did not start the way everyone at United was expecting, and certainly not the way Mason expected. He had trained loads during the summer to get back on track from his previous injury and start contributing to the team. The first games he felt like it was not clicking for him.

On top of the hateful comments and mean headlines about him, he picked up an injury. It added to the frustration he had and it upset him how the team could not count on him now.

Once he felt his muscle tingle, he knew he had to get subbed off. He hand signaled his manager to take him off. He immediately knew Mason was injured and called another player from the bench to replace him.

You could see from the stands Mason limping off the pitch. Your heart sank, you felt awful. He had been beating himself up for the poor performances, no matter how much you tried assuring him he was not responsible for the performances of 10 other men. It hurt you to see him this way. His confidence was low, his performances were not great because of it, his face when he looked at social media after games.

After the game, you waited for him in the player’s lounge. You were nervous. You wanted to give him space but you also wanted him to know he could talk to you and confide in you. After all, you were his girlfriend, and you loved him more than anything.

You saw him say goodbye to his physio, got up and got ready to comfort him. He approached you, and you could see the sparkle in his eyes was gone. Those eyes that you loved so much, did not look the same. He looked defeated. Once you two were close, you hugged him, not caring if he wanted it or not. It hurt you seeing him like that. He appreciated the hug. Your arms embracing him was the best feeling in the world for him.

You two stood there hugging each other, your arms around his shoulders and his arms around your waist, for what felt like hours, in the midst of time. Your face was buried on the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry baby” you whispered only for him to hear.

“Thank you for being here, always” he replied, kissing your cheek.

“Always.” you pulled away to look at him, and kiss him.

You both left Old Trafford and headed home. The drive home was silent which was unusual, but you didn’t want to talk about it unless he started the conversation.

Once home, you asked him if he was hungry but he said no. You watched him head to his bedroom with his head hanging low. You cooked something for yourself since you were starving, and also to give him some space.

You ate your food alone in the dining room and cleaned up the kitchen and plates. You headed to his bedroom and saw him lying face down on his bed. You laid right next to him sideways, so you could scratch his head and look at him.

“What did the physio say?” you asked, trying to start a conversation with him.

“Um, I have to go tomorrow to get some tests done but…they think it will be at least a month out…” he said, turning his head to your side so he could see you.

“Fuck…” you muttered under your breath. You got closer to him, still scratching his head with your nails, and brushing your nose against him. “I hate seeing you like this Mase…”

“It’ll be fine…I hope” he sounded sad and defeated.

“It will baby, I promise” you tried reassuring him. “I will always be here, after every good and bad game.”

“Good, you're the only person I want to see after every game” he said, pulling a smile out of both of you.

“You will get better, you will start getting into the rhythm of the team I promise. I don’t want to see your eyes and just see sadness, I hate it.” you said kissing his nose.

“You have a weird obsession with my eyes you know” he told you smiling to himself.

“Excuse you, but they are my favorite” you replied, pecking his lips.

You changed into more comfortable clothes and got back in bed with him. These moments sucked for Mason, feeling the weight of the world in him. It also sucked for you too, feeling helpless. However, being there for one another was very precious to you both.

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Cuando estoy encima de ti, de ti

Mami yo me olvido de todo, todo

No hace falta nadie aquí

Solamente tú y yo

When I'm on top of you, of you

Mami, I forget about everything, everything

Nobody is needed here

Just you and me

Having sex with Mason was something you were definitely nervous about. Before him, it had been a while since you did anything with anyone. You didn’t just want to sleep with someone and not talk to them the next day. It felt wrong to you.

When Mason suggested you stay over after a nice dinner cooked by him, you knew it would probably lead to both of you naked on his bed. You’re not gonna lie, you really wanted him. There was no one else in the world that would make you feel this way.

Nothing had escalated more than a heated make out session. Honestly, it could have since both of you got really horny sometimes. However, you wanted it to be somewhat special and so did Mason. Mason wanted to make love with you, not just have sex.

After dinner, you of course started making out on the couch, both of you had thought about this moment for a long time. How it would feel to have him inside you, how it would feel for him to be inside you. How it would feel to kiss every inch of each other’s bodies.

Mason was currently on top of you, both of you completely naked, and just anticipating that moment.

“Mase baby, I need you” you moaned against his mouth.

He lined himself up with you, and started thrusting in slowly. He wanted to make you feel good, and like you two were the only people in the world.

The room was filled with both of your moans and grunts.

“Oh my god” you moaned against his ear.

“You feel so good my love” Mason said, now looking at you.

You stared into his eyes, while he thrusted still slowly to take his time and make you feel every good sensation.

Once you both started panting more and more, you knew you were close.

“Fucking hell” Mason said, as he finished, making you moan and finish too.

“You are something else…” he said, moving hair out of your face and smiling down at you.

You lifted your head a bit to kiss him. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” he replied, kissing you again.

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Y solo mírame con esos ojito’ lindo’

Que con eso yo estoy bien

Hoy he vuelto a nacer

Tu y yo, tu y yo

And just look at me with those pretty eyes

Cause with that I am fine,

I have been reborn

You and me, you and me

Mason was a little disappointed in not being called up for the England capm this month. He knew, however, he had just returned back from his injury and understood the manager’s decision.

He thought this break was the perfect opportunity to do a little road trip with you, and take you somewhere a little more sunny. It was still cold, but the sun and the beach made it better.

He wanted this trip to be just you and him, no one else and no distractions. He also wanted to make this trip for you as a thank you, for being there for him even though it got tough.

When you arrived at the airbnb he rented, which was right in front of the beach, you gasped. It was a beautiful little house with the perfect view. You both got settled in the house and decided to go to the pier which was not far away. It was a 15 minute walk from your place.

The whole day was perfect. Holding hands the whole time, him giving you sneaky kisses, shopping a little, exploring the town and eating delicious food he was normally not allowed.

“Why don’t we go to the beach to watch the sun set?” he asked, giving a kiss to your left hand.

“Okay, let me just finish this” you replied, licking the drop of chocolate that was about to fall off your churro.

Mason looked at you, and started giggling.

“What is it?” you asked, “do i have something on my face? Mason!” both of you now laughing.

“You have chocolate on the tip of your nose” he said, giggling.

“How the hell did that get there?” you laughed, trying to reach for the napkin but Mason beat you to it.

“I mean, you are devouring that churro like it’s your last meal” he replied, removing the chocolate from your nose and making you gasp, jokingly acting offended.

You both headed down to the beach and found a comfy place to sit down and admire the sunset. You were sitting side by side, resting against a rock, his hands on your legs and your legs over his.

You rested your head on his shoulder looking at the seagulls fly by, the waves crashing and the sun setting.

“This is nice” Mason sighed.

You looked up at him, his eyes were closed, clearly enjoying the moment. You still looked at him though, admiring his side profile. He was perfect.

“Are you staring at me?” he asked, still didn’t open his eyes.

“So? I can stare at you” you said, kissing his cheek.

He smiled, and opened his eyes, now looking at you. Those fucking eyes.

“Your eyes look even brighter right now with the sun” you said, placing your hand on his cheek.

“Mmm” he hummed at the feeling of your skin on his, closing his eyes again.

He leaned in and kissed you.

“I love this, just you and me” he said, still inches away from your face. “Just you and me.” you replied, kissing him once again.

#mason mount #mason mount imagine #mason mount fan fiction #mason mount fluff #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #Spotify

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psychesetra · 4 months

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NO REPOSTING OF MY ART PLEASE!!! ANY PLATFORM DONT DO THAT!!!!!!! REBLOGS ARE HIGHLY APPRECIATED THO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALSO CONSERVATIVES DNI!!!

study alt: @setra-studies

hiiii !! i literally just got tumblr yesterday and from how i remember old blogs i used to scroll on anonymously (w/o an acc) people have posts with info right...?

so this is mine :3

my user is psychesetra, but you guys can call me setra/stella or harti :)

i like (to):

• write original stories

• draw

• perhaps write fanfic

• read fanfic

• psychology (if it wasn't obvious haha)

• philosophy

• history (I AM SO ADDICTED TO HISTORY CLASS ‼️‼️‼️)

fandoms?

• op (one piece)

• dcst (dr. stone)

• hh (hazbin hotel)

• mp100 (mob psycho 100)

i do have knowledge of other fandoms, but i just don't participate / do a lot w them :)

tags if i got any?

• setrawrites - writings/stories :3

• setraquotes - quotes from my ocs/show

• setradraws - my art :D

• setrastories - either history stories, or stories that actually happened to me :3 probably won't post abt these often but when i do it's gonna be LLOOOOOONG (ph history tho >>>)

may add more, who knows?

like i mentioned earlier (and in the blog description i think) i write original stories! but the stories are actually more like mini-stories from a show i help produce! to explore our characters, i make oneshots in a google doc :) i will post them here too though !!! (esp the ones about my ocs bc they were originally a standalone story)

i might also occasionally post about fic recos (ofc only for the fandoms i listed) because ao3 is my life at this point

thanks for reading and bye bye !! see ya if you choose to read my writing or see my art !!

for the stories i write, for better context, this is the summary of the show they're from:

lily, a normal woman who had never really achieved anything amazing or world-shifting, dies in a car accident. panicking in her last moments about how she was never able to make her ambitious wishes come true, death gives her a choice -- die and reincarnate with no memory, like everyone else, or reincarnate into a fantastical world where she could attain her ambitions. choosing the latter, she is tossed into a war-torn world, and despite her lack of skills, she gathers a group of outcasts to help her stop the impending war.

masterlist

fanfics:

child of red - hh fanfic based on a prompt by @/6esiree

p1; rotten roses -

p2; pitter patter of petals falling -

the untitled luci fanfic i'm working on - :( nothing yet

the other untitled luci fic i'm working on - :( nothing yet

clashing universes / none-standalone stories:

NOT IN ORDER!!! THERE IS NO SPECIFIC ORDER IN WHICH YOU SHOULD READ SO THEY'RE NOT IN ORDER

and the tires came to a screech; pov lily

to my love unrequited;

bet a dollar, worth a mil

(i wish you weren't) not too tired to please; pov lily

please, please let me cry; pov setra

mother is (not) home; pov surna

familiarity; pov surna

standalone / random oneshots (not linked since i can't put links anymore D:) :

these are unrelated to clashing universes

and the sun went down

life's exp (the game) (STORY CONCEPT)

use, use, make yourself of use (poem)

rouge-stained letters (but is red not the color of love?)

#introduction #blog intro #pinned intro #intro post #introductory post #masterlist

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halsinsheart · 9 months

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a/n: i got carried away. probably ooc, definitely not logical, absolutely kinky. Act 2 but no spoilers. reposting bc tumblr refused to show it in the tags, cowards.

summary: Dammon tests just how deep reader's devotion is.

tags: NSFW MDNI; DARK CONTENT, gn!reader, branding/physical scarring, light CNC, pain/wounds, exhibitionism, light d/s, petnames (love, sweet little lamb)

wc: 2.2k

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The sight of the silver-haired blacksmith slaving away in his shop never failed to captivate you. Dammon was a hard worker and you admired him for that; he worked tirelessly for those seeking refuge at Last Light Inn, knowing he'd receive little in return. Apart from the respect you had for his work ethic, you also harbored deeper feelings that fell somewhere between the categories of love and lust.

You couldn't pinpoint exactly when you started to fall for him, you just knew that those feelings were present now and they wouldn’t go away how much you willed them to. It didn't matter anyways, you had much more pressing matters to deal with given the creature in your head, and you took solace in the fact that Dammon wouldn't return the feelings. Besides, you had several camp members express interest in you, and with them, you would at least be traveling together.

Still, it wouldn't hurt to take advantage of the opportunity to chat with Dammon while you still had the chance…

“What can I do for you?” His smile greeted you as he put his hammer down and turned to face where you stood.

“Oh, uhm, I wanted to see what you had for trade today. I'm… looking for a gift for someone,” it wasn't the first time you bullshit your way through a conversation, though at least this time it was for the innocent reason of talking with him longer.

“A gift, yeah? Does the chosen one have a special love?” He teased lightly and his smile shifted into a smirk.

“You might say that. Do you have anything that might impress someone?” you rocked back and forth on your feet as you inquired further, “What's something you would want to receive? Uh, just to give me some ideas, of course!”

Dammon leaned away from his workbench and raised an eyebrow at the way you fidgeted nervously in front of him. “The things I'd like to receive are much more binding than any material item. But perhaps I have similar things to what you're looking for in the cellar.”

Without giving you a chance to ask any more questions about what he meant, Dammon turned and started towards an inconspicuous hatch. You weren't aware there was a cellar beneath the stables area, but it's not as if you could snoop around everywhere. The entrance was rather obscured, but Dammon opened it with ease, gesturing for you to descend the staircase. The trust you put in him was tested at the moment, yet you were unable to refuse, out of both curiosity and adoration for the man ushering you into the dim light.

The hatch slammed heavily behind him and you didn't think anything more of it as you walked down into the room. Looking around, confusion filled you and heat scorched your cheeks as your heart quickened. This wasn't a storage shelter for his trade items. These items were of a much more scandalous nature, shocked was an understatement, but it wasn’t an unwelcome revelation that he had some sort of sex dungeon at his disposal.

“Pray tell, how dedicated are you to this special love?”

You gasped when he spoke right behind you, causing you to spin around and face him. He was closer than you expected and you stepped back before his hands wrapped around your forearms. The pressure was gentle but prevented you from going far and avoiding his question. Swallowing the lump that was in your throat, the intense eye contact he was giving made you aware he wasn't asking about the faux love interest you were shopping for.

“Wholly,” the word was spoken breathlessly before you steeled your nerves and returned his gaze, “I'm wholly dedicated to them.”

“And would you do anything for them?”

“Anything.”

His pupils dilated at your answer, the sight taking your breath away as his hands slid up your arms before cupping each cheek. “Would you do anything for me?”

“Anything,” you answered him again and put your hands over his, turning your head to one side to kiss his palm, “I would do anything for you. Just ask it of me.”

“Pick one. Then rejoin me upstairs,” he nodded towards the back wall and his hands fell to find yours, kissing the knuckles on each hand.

After you shook your head in acknowledgment, he returned to the surface and left you alone with whatever exactly the items on the back wall were. You mulled over the events of the past five minutes, scoffing at the thought that so much emotional development happened so quickly when you had been agonizing over such a thing for… well since you arrived. Not that you were complaining, for you told the truth when you said you would do anything for him and let him do anything to you.

This was a good mindset to have because, as you examined the items on the back wall all fashioned into different shapes or letters, you realized you were looking at branding irons. Your blood ran cold as his request fully took hold of you. Perhaps because it was unexpected from the sweet blacksmith. Or perhaps more because you were appalled at how okay you were with the idea, how the thought of Dammon marking you made your thighs press tighter together.

The shapes sat in front of you and you took each one of them in, feeling for one that called to you like the man awaiting above called to you with each waking moment of your existence. Your fingers traced over the cool metal of a few of them until you paused on one and picked it from the shelf. Making your way back up to the workshop, your heart tightened when Dammon’s expression brightened at the sight of you with an iron in your hands.

“This one. I want you to mark me with this one,” you stated plainly as you took the branding iron with the letter “D” fashioned on the end and held it out for him to take.

Callused hands gently plucked the metal from your hands and twirled it around as you watched him do plenty of times before. Though this time, you would be the victim. His oh-so-willing victim, who nearly begged him for it with their sweet doe eyes. A final twirl and then the shaped end was nested into the ember red coals, allowing Dammon to turn his attention to you.

“A fine choice,” he barely contained his pleasure at your pick of brand shape, and the simple praise inflated your confidence, “now everyone will properly know you belong to me.”

Guiding you into a simple chair, he sat you in front of where the iron was heating up, allowing you to watch as your fate was being prepared for you. It was a simple test in his eyes. Not to give him satisfaction, but to allow you the time to contemplate what was to come, and to bow out if needed.

“It’s going to hurt,” he stated plainly, not sugarcoating the obvious.

Your eyes met his over your shoulder, “I know.”

“You don’t have-”

“I want you to mark me,” you repeated from earlier, this time more forceful in tone, “I want it.”

His eyebrows raised ever so slightly in mild surprise before he looked off to the side and coughed to try and steel his resolve. The last thing he needed before doing this was to be distracted by the sweet temptation you offered him, at least, that’s what he kept telling himself. He stood up and moved to instead squat in front of you.

“I just wanted to be sure. I’m more than happy to follow through,” his hands slowly rubbed up and down your thighs as he looked up at you, “I want you to touch yourself while I do it until you can’t anymore. Would you do that for me? And, where do you want me on you?”

Briefly, your eyes scanned over the members of the Inn who bustled about just outside of the blacksmith’s shop, yet you nodded eagerly and echoed your promise from before, “Anything,” peeling your shirt off, you tossed it to the workbench and bared your chest to the sweltering heat of the smithery, “I want it here.”

“Consider it done, my sweet lamb,” he smiled and leaned up to kiss the area of your chest you pointed to while his hands roamed up to play with the newly exposed flesh, reveling in the way you moaned softly when his rough fingers pulled at your nipples.

A pleasured sigh left your lips as you rolled your head back and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to feel the sensual gratification he offered you: the proverbial calm before the storm. Kisses adorned over your chest and up your neck as your hand slipped to your crotch and you slowly began to play with yourself through your pants. The anticipation of the pain soon to come only made the satisfaction heightened now. One of his hands replaced yours and his kisses finally reached your lips, the sensation better than what you had daydreamed it would be.

“Are you ready to become mine, love?”

Slowly, your eyes opened to meet his, pupils wide with lust as you nodded, “Please, take me.”

His jaw clenched at your reply and his plans shifted all at once, morals becoming skewed as he tugged you down the chair ever so slightly. He rid you of your pants, exposing you further to anyone who wished to pay attention to the innocent-looking blacksmith. Tugging his own down, he dripped his shop oil onto your entrance and over his cock before he slowly stroked it. So responsive to his touch, you shuddered feeling him stretch you delightfully.

The first thrusts were slow and testing as he cleaned the area where you wished to have his brand. His touch was full of reverence for the mere existence of you and the movement of his hips was equally praising as he was driven solely by the sweet sound of your noises. Your mind fogged with sweet bliss as you touched yourself like he asked, nearly forgetting what was to come when Dammon leaned over you. His body was surprisingly heavy, his line of work was something that required strength and bulk.

One arm braced over your upper chest, pressing into the bottom of your neck slightly while his hips never faltered and earning a sultry string of curses from you, “Oh fuck, please.”

They were the last words you uttered before the brand was pressed into your skin for the longest four seconds of your life. The action didn’t register until it was nearly done with and only when the brand was discarded to the ground did you finally let out the first garbled cry of pain. Your burnt flesh smelled revolting, stinging your nostrils as the pain radiated through your nerves and you thrashed and wailed within Dammon’s arms.

He put more force into restraining your body until you were left immobile and mentally grappling with the pain. Still, he barely slowed his thrusts down during the ordeal, if anything he ached harder watching your skin scorch. Your nerves were going into overdrive as he fucked into you rougher and admired your new mark- his mark.

“By the gods, look at you, absolutely perfect,” his tone was darker than any you’d heard him speak with before and it made you throb around him pathetically.

Noises from the common area of the camp made you acutely aware once again that you were far from hidden from anyone, but the man fucking you made it hard for you to care. And Dammon himself didn’t seem to care a shred, if anything he wanted others to see how primally and wholly he claimed you. The sight of your raised, angry skin beginning to blister over spurred him on with the promise that you would indeed scar with the mark he bestowed upon you.

“I’m-” your words broke off, voice weak from expressing your pain, but the rest of your sentence was inferred.

“Go ahead, cum for me now that you’re branded as my sweet little lamb,” he kissed you once before continuing his movements and offering one of his hands to get you off faster, nearing his own high as well, “People will see you and know you belong to me.”

His fingers ghosted around the broken and angry flesh, making your back arch and you gasped as his other hand still aided you until your pleasure finally peaked. Dammon groaned as he watched you cover him in your juices, returning the favor as he did the same to you. Your body ached, with most of the pain rightfully centered around the pulsating wound on your chest. Still, the chair did nothing to help as you tried to right yourself, leaning into the help the blacksmith offered you.

Although it throbbed with pain, the newest addition to your bodily scars also twinged with pleasure as you thought about everyone knowing the depraved things you had been up to. Let alone the thought of those who stuck around to watch…

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#🍄{my creations}🐻#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 dammon #dammon smut #dammon #smut #bg3 smut #kinkmas 2023 #mdni #🥀kiss me once queue me twice

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chevvy-yates · 1 year

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"New in town? Me? Nah — been living here since I can think!"

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⚠️ READ: Please do not repost/reupload any of my art here or to any other platform, or I will be forced to do anything to get it annihilated.

So here's a lil info on him:

As you may have noticed through tags, Jaysen is the twin brother of Vijay. V didn't know about him until in 2078 — Jaysen found out about his brother earlier but was never able to find him until 2078 as well bc V is hard to find.

Jaysen was given away because his and Vijay's parents weren't able to handle two children (you may already know they weren't good parents for V either since they only had work in mind devoting their lives to Corpos, so Vijay grew up with a nanny looking after him instead).

Jay was adopted by a caring pair living in Night City. His foster dad worked as an officer at the NCPD. Jay thought to be their blood until he got to a certain teenage age starting to ask questions where they couldn't hide the truth from him anymore, telling him he was adopted and he was born with the last name 'Steyr' in Monterey and not 'Grayford'. His foster parents knew that he has a twin brother but not his name. So it was all they were able to tell him. After that Jaysen got obsessed with wanting to find him and his real parents.

So, like Vijay, he got himself into exploring the net more and more, collecting data, trying to find out more about his family tree. Over the years he managed digging out data of his parents and finds out his brother's name is Vijay but V seems to have vanished (because V went to live with that gang and deleted his data during that time, giving himself an alias also when moving to Night City because he still did netrunning service for people wanting their data removed (like Ryder)). This is just first thoughts on all this. Details might change a bit and ofc there is more about his backtory, but it's just bits and nothing final so this info should do for now.

On the other side i can add that Vijay already gets foretold by Arki (and Misty), that he's not one only but one of two through tarot cards.

"Wait — why does it say it's two of you. You're an only child, right?" "Yeah, I am." "Like I'm doing this for the fifth time now and it says two. Two of you." "Must've read wrong then. Or those cards are cursed." "Oh, they are never wrong. I'll go to Misty. Can't shake that there is something to it."

Misty confirms that as well but the cards won't say more so it will be the usual investigation to look into but the team has other important stuff and problems right now to do and it happens that Jaysen is the one finding his brother before Vijay can even start to look. How this is going to be, I'll keep for another time. :D

But:

If you ask yourself now where the idea of a sudden brother for Vijay came? Simple: I looked up 'Vijay' again; it derives from 'Vijaya' (Hindi for victory). Vijaya, alongside Jaya, is a gatekeeper of the abode of Vishnu. Due to a curse both (demonic) brothers were forced to reincarnate three times on earth.

A long while ago I defined for Vijay that he believes in soulmates and other more spiritual stuff. E.g. when you die and get born again, that you will find your soulmate, even if it takes centuries. I don't want to say that V's soulmate is Jay here, no, because his soulmate is Arki (hence they fall for each other so rapidly). Arki, too can't shake the feeling that Vijay must have been some ancient divine centuries ago (I did not start this, haha), they both do not just get to know each together, it's more they discover each other again.

Maybe it is similar with Vijay and Jaysen but I see them more like they are one mind in some cases. They have different likes, tastes and character bc they didn't grew up together but also are very much alike.

And what can I say other than this Vijaya and Jaya stuff was not too far away and I thought why not?

This is basically the idea behind giving Vijay a twin brother now just because of looking up name origins, tarot and ancient (soul) stuff, yo. That is how my inspiration works, yeah. And @nervouswizardcycle is always super inspiring and helping if I have doubts.

#cyberpunk 2077 #male v #masc v #oc: jaysen steyr #about: jaysen steyr #about: vijay steyr #cyberpunk oc #cyberpunk v #virtual photography #listen I didn't plan this - it just happened #and somehow I am very happy with that deicion to give Vijay a twin brother #his back story concerning family was very thin #now he's got Jay at last :D #same but different (I have to find out also)

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kyokiiro · 5 months

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How about romantic hcs with robin x gender neutral!reader who also has wings I think it would be fun:p

The singers dove

Synopsis - Robin dating a halovian!reader

Warnings/Content - gn!reader, fluff, headcanons, halovian!reader, LOTS AND I MEAN LOTS OF PHYSICAL AFFECTION (sorry none physical touch lovers), mentions of harassment, ooc Robin?, yall act like a married couple, tiny bit of crack, possible grammar mistakes, not proofread

A/N: I had so much fun writing this, i think Robin is my fav hsr character next to Acheron! Still funny how i have 0 Acheron fics, BUT LETS IGNORE THAT FOR NOW- Overall enjoy the fic! Also i couldnt think of an end hc so its pretty random😭 (Yk now i look back at it, its kinda similar to my "dating hcs w/ robin" fic-)

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☆Before yall started dating. To say Robin was shocked would be an understatement.. She never expected to meet another fellow Halovian like her and her brother, but she was also glad to find someone similar to her!

★Due you guys being the same type of species, you guys got along fairly quickly. Eventually you guys got in an official relationship

☆Robin was already touchy with you before yall started dating, but that doubled after you guys got together. Handholding, kisses, hugs, pet names, compliments, etc. Robin is smothering you with affection (not that you are complaining)

★But Robin doesn't want you to be uncomfortable, so if you tell her that her affection makes you uncomfortable. She'll stop, tho it does make her a tiny bit sad, but she understands

☆You guys definitely act like yoi guys are married, you already live together, cook together. Just general domestic stuff

★One of Robin's favorite moments and activities are when you guys preen eachothers wings. Since Halovian's wings are quite sensitive, it's can be handful to preen them. But now that she has someone who can help her and is familar with them since you're also a Halovian, she knows that you would do a wonderful job and vice versa<33

☆Due Robin being a popular star across the cosmo, it's no surprise that she's busy, but also her fanbase! Most of her fans were supportive of her relationship for you, but some of them weren't so happy.. So unhappy that they started to harass you. Though Robin found out rather quick and warned (threatened) them to never do that again or they will suffer the consequences

★After that little incident, Robin became slightly protective you. Scared that you would be harassed or even attacked by one of her fans, but you always reassured that you would be fine<33

☆One of the most funniest thing to see is when yall bicker, bc yall bicker like an old married couple. Talking about arguments. Fights dont happen often between you two and when they to they get quickly resolved

★Robin does love friendly fights specifically tickle fights and pillow fights! It makes her feel like a child again. She also just gets to spend more time with you<3

☆You guys are a match made in heaven and live happily ever after♡

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wooyunhwa · 4 years

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𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 | 𝑱𝒀

Genre: smut

Pairing: Yunho x fem reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: very dom!yunho, power dynamic, size kink, corruption kink kind of?, sex with your boss, choking, crying, rough sex, mentions of pain.

Synopsis: When the heartless boss at your company pulls you into his office for the second time, you prepare to be fired. But he has other plans for you...

Tall, dark, handsome.

Those were the three words you would use to describe him. Sure, they were cliche, but they had never applied to anyone else like they did to him. There was only one problem -- he was your boss. Also… he seemed to hate you.

Power dynamics had always appealed to you. You were turned on by the idea of control, and he had the most.

On the outside, you looked innocent. You made it a point to dress nicely every day, and your style of choice was soft, sweet, and girly. You wouldn’t say you were that innocent, although your previous sexual experiences had been less that gratifying, and almost excruciatingly vanilla.

Everyone in the office feared him, and you were no exception. Being called into his office was the worst thing anyone could imagine. You and your coworkers would joke around: “You better not take an extra minute on your lunch today, or Yunho will call you into his office.” There was a saying in your department, that if he called you in, you wouldn’t make it out.

You had been called in once. You were reprimanded harshly about a mistake you made on an important document you had submitted. He was harsh, cold, and his deep voice sent shivers down your spine. You thought he was going to fire you on the spot that day. Instead, to your surprise, he let you go. You remember the fear you felt, the anxiety, and most of all you remember the feeling of his gaze on your back as he watched you leave his office. You were humiliated. Ever since that day, you avoided eye contact with him completely. Most people around the office did, anyway.

But that fear made your attraction to him even greater. You couldn’t explain it, but the taboo of it all was appealing to you. It didn’t matter though. You were convinced he hated you, you were just another disposable girl right out of college he could use for a while, and then fire without warning. There was no way anything ever would happen between you, but you couldn’t help but daydream at your desk about the things he could do to you.

It was Friday, and you were sitting at your desk, watching the clock move slowly. Only 10 minutes to weekend freedom, you thought. The idea washed you over with relief.

The rest of your coworkers had dressed casually today, as they usually did on Fridays, but you were in your usually extra outfit -- a pleated skirt that fell above your knees, a cute blouse with lace trim, and a sweet bow tying your hair up out of your face. You had perfected the balance between cute and professional. Your co-workers sometimes teased you for how you dressed, your cutesy style drawing attention to how small you were. You were often mistaken for younger than you actually were because of it, but you didn’t mind too much.

Yunho would usually make his rounds around the office to wish everyone a good weekend. It was something he did every Friday, the only day of the week he seemed to have a glimmer of humanity. Regardless, everyone was on edge as he paced through the workspace. 5 minutes left in the day, yet everyone would dig into their work and try to look as busy as possible, fearing punishment if they slacked off.

As he approached your desk, he stopped there for an unusually long amount of time, looming silently. You kept your eyes forward, not daring to acknowledge him before he spoke to you.

He cleared his throat. “Y/N,” he started. He never used the names of his employees, unless he was reprimanding them, and even then, he rarely did so in front of the whole office. Your name rolling off his tongue made you freeze.

Fuck, fuck, what did I do? Your mind was in a frenzy. You looked up at him, eyes wide, trembling with anxiety. You probably looked like a deer in headlights.

He flashed you a smile, and you couldn’t comprehend it. You’d never seen him smile. You couldn’t read it -- was it sinister, or was it genuine? “No need to work so hard,” he said, the words dripping off his tongue smoothly. His deep voice was one of the most attractive things about him. You swallowed, quickly exiting out of your document. “It’s Friday.” You swallowed. “Yes, sir, sorry. I just wanted to get this proposal finished before I left.”

“Mhm…” he leaned his back against your desk, making piercing eye contact. You couldn’t help but glance down at the suit he was wearing. He looked incredible in it... He was so tall and lean, and his perfectly tailored suit accentuated that. You two looked out of place in the office today, the only two who weren’t dressed casually. He towered over you even when you were standing, but especially now, as you had to practically tip your head 90 degrees to meet his gaze. He tapped his fingers on your desk. “Why don’t you see me in my office before you go, okay?”

You gulped. Those were words you never wanted to hear. “Y-yes sir,” you stammered. He turned his back and walked out into the hallway. You didn’t realize it, but you had been nearly holding your breath for the entire encounter, and as he left, you exhaled in relief, only forgetting for a second what he had asked.

Your coworker made eye contact from across the desk. “Holy fuck, Y/N, what was that?”

“I don’t know…” you responded, still shaken from your interaction.

As you gathered your things and made your way to his office, you mentally prepared to be fired. One time in his office wasn’t too bad, but two? You were toast for sure.

You made a few quick knocks before entering the room meekly, head down. You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact. He was standing behind his desk, tapping his fingers on the wood expectantly. He gestured you over with a finger. Legs wobbly, you made your way over. You expected him to start scolding you, but instead…

“Why do you always dress like that?” he asked. You stopped in your tracks.

Huh? Did you hear him right? “Like- like what sir?”

“So cute. So innocent. Are you trying to tease me?” His voice was firm, and you felt the heat of his gaze on you.

You were taken aback. “No, sir, I-I just like dressing like this,” you stammered. You weren’t sure how to respond. Teasing him?

He took one step closer to you, closing the distance, and tipped your chin up until you had no choice but to look him in the eyes. “You walk around here looking so cute, so innocent, it drives me crazy,” he growled. His voice was lowered even deeper than usual. He looked angry. “Ignoring eye contact, teasing me… I won’t take it.”

“I swear, I’m not trying to tease you. I thought- I thought you hated me. That’s why I avoid eye contact,” your voice was shaky. Your mind was spinning - was this really happening? Did your boss, the one you feared and yet dreamed about, the one you fantasized about, the one you couldn’t help but picture fucking the life out of you… did he just admit to being attracted to you?

He pushed back, his eyes still boring holes in you. “If you can tell me honestly that you’re not attracted to me, that you haven’t been teasing me, I’ll let this go, and I’ll never bother you about it again,” he said, his voice softer now. “But if you can’t…”

“I-” you started, but paused. You contemplated lying. You contemplated saying you’d never thought about it. “I… I can’t tell you that I’ve never thought about you in that way.” You couldn’t believe you were telling him this.

He leaned his butt up against his desk, and you raised your gaze to meet his. God, he looked so good in that suit.

“I know everyone here fears me,” he started, “but I’m not a monster...” You couldn’t help but scoff a bit under your breath. He sure did act like one. There wasn’t a soul around the office who didn’t view him as any less than a heartless villain. “Unless you want me to be.” Before you could react to his words, he was in front of you, pinning you against the edge of his desk. You looked around nervously, worried someone was going to see you “Don’t worry,” he assured, leaning closer. “Everyone else is already gone.”

Your legs tensed up from under you, and suddenly you felt dampness pooling between your legs. His sudden display of control had your head spinning. He brought his thumb up to your mouth, wiping it gently across your lips, sending a chill down your spine. He had you completely pinned under him, his other hand pressed flat on the desk for stability. You could feel his dick through his suit, pressing against your body.

Was this really happening? Was this another one of your dreams about him? If it was, you were completely lucid.

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he said firmly, as you watched lust grow in his eyes. It was a statement, not a question. You had ample room to protest, but you didn’t. You wanted this even more than he knew.

His lips collided with yours and you took in his taste. He tasted better than you could have ever imagined, and his lips were even softer than they looked. You made out for a good while, passion escalating as your bodies moved and ground against each other.

He hoisted you up onto his desk to get a better angle on you, pushing himself between your legs, and you felt the bulge in his suit grow against you. He hadn’t even undressed yet, and you could already tell he was huge. He had discarded his suit jacket already, now only left in his well fitted button down and pants, waist cinched in beautifully by his belt.

He started pulling your clothes off between kisses as he made his way down your neck: first your shirt, your skirt, your bra. His kisses were hungry, desperate, and he went in on your breasts, sucking and licking at your nipples as he moved a hand to your panties. His thumb made circles on your soaked-through panties, and you moaned at the sudden stimulation.

“I can’t wait to ruin you...” he moaned against the skin of your chest, finally pulling off your panties to reveal you fully. He toyed his fingers on the folds of your pussy, testing your wetness, and circling his thumb now on your clit. He knew exactly what he was doing with his fingers, and he inserted two inside of you as he continued to mark your breasts. “So pretty, so innocent,” he breathed against your skin. The warmth of his breath felt so good in the chilly air of his office.

His long fingers took care of the inside of you while his thumb continued to circle your clit, eliciting squeaks and moans as you started to build to your climax. Before you could go over the edge, he stopped the movement of his fingers, pulling out of you. He knelt down between your legs, admiring you for a moment before slowly swiping his tongue, lapping up wetness. His tongue was everything you ever dreamed about and more, and without much effort on his part, he sent you over the edge, your hips involuntarily bucking up into his face. You felt his lips inch into a wicked smile. “You look so cute when you’re cumming,” he praised. His sweet words felt so contrasted against the lustful look in his eye, and the rough way he handled you.

He pulled back to unbutton his shirt, revealing his figure. His chest glistened lightly with sweat. He always wore well-fitting clothes, so you knew he was fit… but his body was even more incredible than you could have dreamed of. He started to unbuckle his belt, and when he pulled down his pants to reveal his cock, you nearly choked. It was huge. Scary big. There was no way that was going to fit. He must have watched your eyes widen, because his lips twitched up into a devilish grin. “Don’t worry, pretty girl,” he comforted, “I’m sure you can take it.”

He positioned himself between your legs, preparing himself with your wetness. You thought he was going to go slow… you were so tiny in comparison to him, and his dick was bigger than you had ever experienced. Instead, he shoved himself in without any warning, leaving you crying out in surprise. You were wet, sure, but that did little to help you take his girth. Not to mention his length...

He brought his large hand up to your throat, easily wrapping his fingers around, applying gentle pressure as he bottomed out inside of you. Your brain didn’t know what to focus on -- his grip tightening around your neck, making your vision go fuzzy, or the pain of his dick inside you stretching you out to your limit. God, he was huge, and you couldn’t believe he even made it inside.

He squeezed his long fingers around your neck tighter, and for a moment you were certain you were going to lose consciousness. You scrambled to pull his hand from your throat, tears welling up in your eyes, mind starting to fade out of reality. You were released from your high as he loosened his grip, and you sputtered and coughed as involuntary tears spilled down your cheeks.

He hadn’t even moved yet inside of you; instead he sat there, hips flush with yours, torturing you. The hand that had been glued to your neck like a vice moved to the cup under your chin, pulling your gaze to meet his.

“You look like a mess,” he cooed. His words were harsh, but his voice was like honey. “You look so pretty when you cry.” He swiped the back of his hand across your face, smearing your tears across your cheek. Still pushed deep inside of you, he leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on your jaw, tasting the saltwater off your skin.

Without warning, he took an aggressive thrust inside of you, causing you to cry out. “Shh, shh, angel,” he shushed sweetly, stroking your hair softly. “I know you can take it.” You loved when he the way he talked to you, soothed you. Something about his words and his tone of voice were so comforting despite the less-than-gentle way he handled you.

“You’re so big- it hurts- I’ve never-- ah-” he thrusted in again, and tears again spilled down your cheeks. You couldn’t tell if the pain was overwhelming the pleasure, or the pleasure overwhelming the pain.

“You know you can tell me if you want me to stop.” Another hard thrust. You let out a choked moan, unable to control the noises you were making.

“No, no, I want this,” you persisted. You could take whatever he had for you. You had been dreaming of fucking him since the moment you saw him, and you weren’t going to let a bit of pain come in the way of your opportunity.

He pulled out of you suddenly, filling you with emptiness, and you let out a gasp. He grabbed you haphazardly and flipped you over on to your stomach, easily maneuvering your body with his large hands, like a toy. You were draped over the desk like a doll. He grabbed your hips and pulled them against his.. His hands took their time positioning on your hips, and he seemed to be admiring the view he had. “So tiny…” he mused, admiring the small of your waist from this angle. “I could destroy you.”

You shivered. His words felt like a threat, and yet you welcomed the thought of him ruining you.

This time he entered you slowly -- almost too slowly. It was torturous as he took his time, and it wasn’t any easier the second time for his dick to spread you open. He pumped shallowly, tracing his fingers along the skin of your back and sides. It tickled, and you couldn’t help but squirm and giggle a bit, letting your guard down.

That’s when he made his move. He thrusted into you even harder than before, causing you to yelp. “Sir- ah-” you moaned, giving in to the pain a bit. One of his hands came to grip your hair from behind, tugging your head back as he thrust into you deeply, finally getting into a rhythm with his hips. The pain subsided as he pumped in and out, and your pleasured moans harmonized with his throaty grunts as you moved together. You felt barely in control of your own vocal cords, every so often choking out a “fuck”, “please don’t stop”, or crying out his name.

His hips against your ass made a loud slapping sound with every thrust. From this angle you could feel every inch of him fully inside you, scraping against your tight walls. The sensations seemed to have doubled. “You're so tight,” he growled, his breathing getting heavier, approaching his climax. He delivered a final thrust before pulling out, and you felt warm liquid spill onto your back as he came. You immediately collapsed your upper body onto the desk, your legs barely holding you up.

He lifted you off the desk easily in a bridal hold position and laid you down on the couch in the corner of his office. He left briefly for the bathroom and came back with a few paper towels to wipe you off with, singing you sweet praises as he took care of you. His voice again was sweet, smooth like honey. “What a good girl you were,” he said softly, leaning up to your ear. He lowered his voice into a whisper, sending chills down your spine. “Next time we can see how pretty you look choking on my cock.”

All you could do was nod wordlessly. You were breathless, eyes heavy, succumbing to the darkness beneath your lids. You thought about trying to get up, as you weren’t really keen to the idea of falling asleep in the office, but there was no way you’d be able to stand on your feet, let alone drive home. You felt him draw a blanket over you, covering you in much needed warmth. “I’ll see you on Monday,” he whispered into your ear as you drifted off. “The keys out of the building are on the desk.” And with that, the world fell away.

#yunho smut #seonghwa smut #san smut #mingi smut #wooyoung smut #ateez smut #ateez fic #smut #kpop smut #had to repost bc tags weren't working

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ohbrien · 4 years

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Chris Evans and Mckenna Grace for WIRED (2017)

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#chris evans #evansedit #cevansedit #marvelcastedit #bbelcher #mckenna grace #gifs:chrisevans #my:gifs #had to repost bc the tags weren't working yesterday :')

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sipsteainanxiety · 3 years

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mentions: 3.9k, pro hero au, no pronouns mentioned i think!, emotionally constipated bakugou, ur quirk is like mt. lady’s except you can grow and shrink to any size and your strength increases depending on how big u are, v rushed i’m sorry if it’s bad lol, reposting bc it didn’t show up in tags >:c gn

you liked to think that you were on good terms with most of your coworkers. after all, you had to be, with the profession you were in. it was good to have people you trusted both in the office and out in the field. people who you knew would have your back no matter the situation and vice versa.

that being said, you... didn't think bakugou katsuki was that... fond of you, per se.

you didn't think you'd done anything wrong. you were perfectly nice to him whenever you saw him walking around his agency. you would greet him with a cheerful smile, maybe a wave, and be on your way to talk to whichever hero you needed to. you didn't pay much attention to him otherwise, and there weren't any instances you could recall where you'd had a proper conversation with him. sure you both had worked together out in the streets to deal with villains, but other than that, you didn't really interact with bakugou katsuki.

which made you wonder why the fuck he tended to glare at you like you'd ran over his dog when he was fifteen.

since the agency you were under worked closely with bakugou's, you found yourself wandering back and forth between the two buildings a lot to communicate and deal with all the tedious reports that came with numerous hero missions. that meant that you were at bakugou's agency quite a lot. you didn't mind, not really, since you liked talking to the other pro-heroes who worked there. they were fun and nice and not at all like their grouchy boss that stomped around the place from time to time.

kirishima eijirou—one of the co-owners of the ground zero agency—told you not to worry about bakugou. that he pretty much tended to glare at everyone he saw.

"don't take it to heart," he'd said as you both grabbed coffee in the agency's break room. "bakugou's been like that since we were teens."

you'd frowned but ultimately decided to take bakugou's glares with a grain of salt after that conversation. if that was just his personality, then who were you to judge? admittedly, it was a rather shitty personality, but it was whatever.

only, the glaring seemed to get worse to you the more you saw him. and to top it all off, it seemed like he just didn't want to talk to you. didn't... didn't like your presence at his agency. he'd huff at your greetings, grumble under his breath whenever you found yourself in the same room as him (then he would leave, the audacity), and just generally be such a piece of shit to you that you were stuck wondering where the hell you'd gone wrong.

you didn't want to exhaust yourself over your strained... 'relationship' or whatever the hell you had with bakugou. so you just—stopped trying. you avoided him, not wanting to give him the time of day. why would you, anyways? you knew he would just be rude to you. it wasn't hard to ignore his presence, especially since you were quite busy anyways. wasn't hard to stop greeting him or waving at him whenever you saw him. wasn't hard to look away and pretend you were busy whenever he entered a room. you didn't particularly like getting yelled at, after all.

and for a good, peaceful time, you were content.

until you weren't.

"is it just me or has great explosion murder god dynamight been grouchier than usual?" kaminari denki—one of the pros also working at the ground zero agency—whispered to you one day. you were both hanging around the little desk you were given for whenever you traveled to the agency.

"what do you mean?" you asked, pausing in your rapid typing on your keyboard as you went through a report for a robbery that had occurred earlier in the day.

"i mean he's been stomping around all week, yelling at the smallest things!" kaminari exclaimed and you shushed him so he wouldn't bother anyone else working. he lowered his voice and leaned his hip against the side of your desk. "usually he's... chiller, i dunno."

"i didn't notice," you said sarcastically and returned your focus to your computer. it wasn't hard to tell when bakugou was in a bad mood. but then again, he always seemed to be.

"no no, denki's onto something here." kirishima slid into the conversation, popping up from behind your monitor to rest his arms lightly on the top. "he's acting like that one time we had to do this massive group project for our final grade at U.A. and tasked himself with micromanaging every detail."

"yeah!!" kaminari nodded his head vigorously. "it was awful. he was so high strung and mean."

"isn't that how he always is, though?" you rolled your eyes. you honestly couldn't care less, though you did enjoy the company.

"well, yeah, but he's gotten better with his temper since U.A., y'know?" kaminari rubbed his forehead thoughtfully. "what could've happened?"

"maybe the media's giving him a hard time?" kirishima wondered, trying to remember if there were any news about dynamight floating around recently.

"maybe it's the commission?"

"something with izuku again? they're always competing—"

"either way," you interrupted their musings, "i don't care. he's been a piece of shit to me from day one, so... not like he's been acting any different to me."

kaminari and kirishima looked at each other for a moment, then looked back at you with bewildered expressions.

"he's been mean to you?" kaminari asked, staring at you with a funny look on his face. "like, meaner than usual?"

you raised an eyebrow at him. "um, yeah?"

"hmmmmmmm," kirishima stroked his chin, "well. i know he was pissed at first about having to work with another agency, but you've been here for so long, i thought he would've gotten over it by now."

"especially since you work under todoroki," kaminari added. he then rolled his eyes. "man, bakugou's just too emotionally constipated to admit he's friends with todo even after all these years."

"that still doesn't explain why he looks at me like i've spat in his favorite meal," you said dryly. kirishima and kaminari exchanged looks again.

"i'll talk to him!" kirishima gave you a determined nod as he straightened up and slammed his fist onto his open palm.

"we'll talk to him!" kaminari corrected with a mischievous grin, one of his arms wrapping around kirishima's shoulders. he gave you a thumbs up that you made a face at.

"you guys really don't have to—" you started quickly, standing up from your seat to reach out to them, but they only waved you off.

"we'll be subtle, don't worry." kaminari winked. your eye twitched. kaminari was as subtle as a punch to the face.

"but—"

"don't worry! we'll talk to you later!" kirishima told you cheerfully, and before you could protest even further, they left. you watched them head towards the elevator that would take them up to the floor bakugou's office was on, whispering quickly to each other. you sighed loudly and plopped back down on your chair, rubbing at your temples. you hoped this wouldn't cause any unnecessary drama. damn it.

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your tendency to avoid bakugou at every waking moment possible meant that you knew, unfortunately, when he was in his office and when he wasn't. it just made it easier for you to drop reports on his desk that he needed to sign off on. you were in and out of his office whenever you saw him leave on a patrol or go down to the gym his agency had on the second floor.

you actually saw him go down to the gym a few hours ago. he usually spent a long time down there, doing god knows what, so you knew you had enough time to finish up this report and plop it in his office.

you finished in record time and found yourself walking up the stairs to bakugou's office. the agency was six floors high, and of course he wanted his office to be on the topmost floor. your desk was down on the third floor, with some of his other interns and sidekicks. you didn't mind the exercise, and you certainly didn't mind the distance.

you walked right into his office without bothering to knock, aimed straight for his desk, and plopped the cream folder down on top of his keyboard. then, you immediately turned around to walk right back out. only, the door opened before you could reach it and you froze like a goddamn deer in headlights.

bakugou walked in, decked out in grey sweats and a black tank with a white towel around his neck. he paused when he saw you, one of his hands holding onto a black water bottle. there was a moment where you both just stared at each other. then he let out a tch.

"fuck are you doing here?" he asked bluntly and you tried to keep your disdain from showing on your face. did he just click his tongue at you? what the fuck you didn't even do anything.

you pointed behind you at his desk with your thumb. "dropped off a report for you to sign."

he huffed and pushed past you, the strange smell of burnt caramel following him. your eyes narrowed at him, but you ultimately decided to say nothing else as you continued to walk to the door. no need to poke the sleeping bear.

"wait," he called out to you just as you'd grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door open slightly. you raised an eyebrow at him as you looked back. ugh, what now? he was standing behind his desk, looking at you impassively. again, he was quiet, and you grumpily noticed that he was staring at you with this intense look in his eyes. was he trying to kill you by glaring or something?

"what?" you eventually asked when a minute of silence had gone by and he'd done nothing. he stared at you some more, his jaw tensing slightly, before he looked down and flipped open the folder you left on his desk.

"s'nothin'," he grumbled, refusing to address you any further. you stared at him for a moment, noticing that the tips of his ears were pink, but left anyways with a hmph. you didn't think you'd ever understand him.

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after being called in with bakugou and kirishima to assist in defeating a villain that was wreaking havoc with their earthquake-type quirk, you were helping out with cleanup and evacuation in the aftermath. there was a lot of damage done to surrounding buildings, many of which had not been fully evacuated. it didn't help that the area was still feeling the aftershocks, with the occasional rumble shaking the streets and causing more damage to the unstable buildings. you didn't know how long they would last for, but it was important to get everyone out of the impact zone in case any more buildings collapsed.

"there are a few families trapped in that building," a police officer said as she came up to you. you'd been overseeing the evacuation of a few people from a store that had its front caved in. the officer pointed to an apartment complex in the distance that looked like it had most of its lower foundation destroyed. the only thing keeping it up was a thick steel beam, though even that looked like it was about to fold. "evac's been going too slowly. we might not get to them in time, the staircases are blocked. can you help?"

"sure," you gestured to the store you were standing in front of, "make sure this is handled, yeah?" once the officer nodded, you started jogging over to the building she'd pointed at. there were some more officers and firefighters around it, trying to help the families waving down at them from the higher floors.

right as you got to the building however, a rumble shook through the streets. you stumbled, losing your balance as the ground trembled with the force of an aftershock. something groaned in front of you, and there were a few yells as the unstable complex started to tip to the side the beam was on. your eyes widened as the beam bent even further, threatening to give out.

"shit!" you cursed as you launched yourself at the building, activating your quirk in the process. you felt that familiar tingle spread throughout your body and you forced yourself to grow bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until you were large and strong enough to shove yourself under the complex. the beam broke just as you raised your hands to catch the floor above you.

the weight of an eight-story complex nearly crushed you.

you groaned, your body nearly folding as you strained your muscles to hold up tons and tons and tons of brick and metal. you were brought to your knees, the building's weight literally on your shoulders. debris crumbled to the ground and the screams from the families still inside the complex made you grit your teeth. you huffed and activated your quirk again, growing a bit bigger until you were standing with your legs bent slightly. you shifted until most of the weight was on your shoulders and back, with your palms pressed against the concrete of the floor you were holding up.

"holy shit, are you okay!?" you heard kirishima call out your name and you peeked your eyes open to squint down at him standing on the road in front of you. you hadn't even realized he was there. by now the aftershock had stopped, thankfully.

"yeah," you were just barely able to force out. fuck, this shit was heavy. your muscles screamed with the effort to hold everything up. sweat was starting to form on your face, droplets sliding down your nose.

"are you fuckin' CRAZY?!" another rough voice yelled at you, an explosion following right after. bakugou landed heavily on the ground, face contorted in a vicious snarl as he glared up at you with those intense crimson eyes of his. "what were you thinkin'?!"

"i was thinking," you strained out through clenched teeth, "that there are still families trapped in here. so hurry up and get them out already!" you let out a pained sound as the building's foundations groaned again. everything seemed to get heavier, and you found yourself bending down further.

"got it!" kirishima saluted you, a worried look on his face. he tugged at bakugou's arm. "c'mon bro, we don't know how much time we've got."

bakugou glared at you some more, but when you gave him a pointed look through your scrunched up features, he growled out a "fine!" and exploded himself up into the air. you would've let out a huff at his attitude, but you didn't think you could.

you felt like you were going to die, standing there holding up this goddamn building. your legs were starting to shake and you found yourself slowly sinking to your knees. which was bad, since that caused the building to tip even further. you did your best to hold out, knowing that in addition to the families being evacuated from the complex, they also had to clear out the surrounding area for when the building inevitably collapsed.

kirishima and a few firefighters occasionally checked on how you were doing. you could hear bakugou's explosions from time to time as well, letting you know he was working to evacuate the families until the firefighters could get a safety net set up.

"i can't... hold it much longer!" you strained out after what felt like hours, one of your knees now on the ground and the other propped up to form a right angle. dust rained down from the ceiling, coating your hair and shoulders.

"so you're jus' gonna let a fuckin' building defeat you?" bakugou scoffed from somewhere beneath you. you squinted at him standing close to your knee. when did he get there? he looked tiny down there. like a little action figure.

"what are you doing?!" you grounded out instead. "get away from the building, dumbass." why the hell was he so close?! wasn't he aware the complex was going to collapse at any moment now?

"no." bakugou looked up at you, his jaw tensing. "evac's done. get ready to let go and run."

you let out a grunt, peering around to see the area around you was clear. you could see kirishima in the distance with the other police and firefighters, safe. you looked back down at bakugou. "not until you get outta here."

bakugou bared his teeth at you, irate. "worry about yourself first, idiot. the building's gonna tip this way," he pointed his thumb in the direction of the tilt, "so once you let go, aim for that alley over there and run like hell." he then pointed to an alley in the opposite direction, across the road.

you gave him a nod and inhaled deeply, shifting yourself so you could activate your quirk again. you felt yourself grow until you were able to stand up again on shaky legs. you shifted around so that it would be easy to launch yourself from under the complex.

"if you even think," bakugou suddenly snarled, "of getting caught under the fucking complex, i'll kill you."

"what the hell, man—" before you could even roll your eyes at him, the ground shook again with an aftershock.

"ack!" you coughed out as you staggered, your back bending forward to keep the building from tipping over and crushing you and bakugou. you hissed, pieces of debris falling to the ground around bakugou. he opened his mouth to say something, but you gave him a little kick to his front to send him away from the building. "just go! i have to let go now!"

he only glared at you, but eventually used his explosions to shoot himself into the air. you inhaled deeply, bracing yourself as you stood as solidly as you could with the ground trembling beneath you. as carefully as you could, you shifted yourself inch by inch until you were at the edge of the building. you activated your quirk and slowly slid yourself out from underneath it until you were struggling to hold up the building with your hands alone instead of with your entire body.

then, you let go.

you lunged away from the building, not looking behind you as you shrunk yourself with every step you took towards the alley. you could hear the crumbling of the complex behind you, crashing harshly onto the ground that shook with its impact. you stumbled around, hands covering your head to give you some sort of protection. a few things hit the back of your arms and thighs, but you only ran, managing to dive into the alley in the nick of time. your legs felt like jello, but you just continued on until you were sure you were out of harm's way.

you let out a loud exhale, then started coughing dust out of your lungs. you leaned against one of the walls in the alley, your legs shaking beneath you. every single muscle in your body ached. you weren't sure if you could move after all that. you spent a moment just catching your breath and listening to the remaining rumbles of the collapsed complex in the distance.

an explosion erupted somewhere above you. you didn't even have the energy to jump as a figure landed heavily in front of you, sending dust into the air again. he stormed over to you, gloved hand gripping you by the face so he could turn it this way and that.

"y'good?" bakugou grunted, crimson eyes flicking over your face before moving to check your arms. you batted him away, befuddled by the way he was acting.

"yeah, i'm fine." you sighed and stood up straighter to shake out your legs. bakugou glanced down to watch your actions for a moment before he tugged at your arm and wrapped it around his shoulders. his other arm wrapped around the middle of your back. you gaped at him as you stumbled, forced to follow along as he practically dragged you down the alley. "hey—?!"

"'m gonna bring you to the fuckin' ambulance," he growled, his eyes firmly focused ahead of him. you had to activate your quirk to make yourself a bit taller since it was awkward to have him practically holding you up by the arm. "they're gonna check y'over and then 'm gonna take you out."

take me out?! you choked on your spit. "like, with a gun?!"

"no! dumbass!" bakugou looked down at you with a scowl. you stared, with wide eyes, at the flush on his cheeks. his ears were tinged red as well. what the hell. he looked away from you and grumbled lowly, "like on a date." his flush deepened.

you stared at him for a second. two seconds. you were having a hard time processing what he'd just said. you shook your head and abruptly tugged yourself out of his hold, coming to a stop so you could rub at your temples. bakugou let you go in surprise and turned around to stare at you standing a few feet behind him.

"hold up," you raised a hand at him before he could take a step closer, "i thought you fucking hated me?! where the fuck is this coming from?!" you were confused. when had he ever shown interest in you... in you like that?!

bakugou let out a huff and crossed his thick arms. he looked to the side, staring at a random brick. you took that moment to observe him. him, decked out in his hero suit with dust coating his body here and there, his ash-blond hair ruffled all over the place. there were a few rips in his shirt from the battle with the villain, exposing some shallow cuts. his ears got redder.

"i don't..." he mumbled and you had to strain your ears to hear him properly. "i don't... hate you, or anythin'." you stared at him some more.

"coulda fooled me," you eventually said, a burning feeling in your cheeks. and that's when you realized you were both standing in the middle of a fucking dirty alley. you stepped forward and brushed past him, your gaze focused ahead of you as you walked towards the open streets.

"oi!" bakugou called out to you and jogged so he could catch up and fall in stride with your shaky steps. you didn't look at him, too embarrassed by what you were slowly coming to realize. bakugou katsuki wanted to go on a date with you. fuck. he snarled when you didn't pay him any attention. "don't just—"

"one," you interrupted him, holding up your index finger. "you get one date. and be glad i'm giving you a chance at all with how shitty you've treated me."

bakugou gaped at you for a moment then nodded determinedly. "i'll take ya on the best fuckin' date you've ever been on." you hated how your heart jumped at his words. this man was going to be the death of you.

"yeah, whatever," you mumbled, rubbing at your face as though that could get rid of the blush you had on your cheeks.

part two

#aka the fic where bkg thinks ur sooo hot and a total baddie #but is too emotionally constipated to tell u #not me reposting this 3 times #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader #someone ask me for a part two i love the reader's quirk

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hmm-self-indulgence · 2 years

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Yandere Michael Distortion x Reader HC

Requested headcanon - "May you do yandere headcanons for michael distortion?"

Sorry for how long this took, but honestly being a slow writer is a personality trait at this point and I have a small pt 2 in the works that will feature a bit more yandere themes, so be warned. Let me know if I forgot to tag anything. Also comments are super appreciated i will give you a soft platonic smooch on the hand in return, criticism or fixes are totally allowed.

YANDERE FIC! This is not a healthy relationship, do not read if you are under 16 years of age. SFW. I have a part 2 ready to release soon so hold on. Michael is creepy. Also this could technically be read as platonic.

TW: Stalking, yandere behavior, kidnapping, reader is GN but likes men? or at least thinks Michael is hot. Reader is called pretty. Confusing use of pronouns bc Michael is a mess of them and I like it (he/him, they/them, it/it’s and generally calling Michael 2 people, Them is used for distortion). Repetition. Reader is called pretty. Reader has a pet, but no specific animal is named( he vaguely threatens it) . Michael watches you sleep. Michael Kills someone for you. General fuckeray with the plot at my whims, and yeah this is prob a bit out of character but its the best I can do.

No one has the permission to repost this on any website. I will not post these on other websites so if you see any of my writing on another site, let me know. Do not use my content or claim it as your own! I do not own these characters, they are made, owned and are the property of Johnathan Sims. I am in no way profiting off of this and this is made with full respect to Rusty Quill.

They were following the vase held by Salesa. They didn't need to follow the vase, it had no target and it would not be hard for the Distortion to find later, the spiral things called to each other, but they followed anyway. That is when It saw you, It was not sure what drew you to them, but from the moment it saw you, they needed to know more. You were just another person on the street, not even the target of the fractals.

They weren't sure what it was that drew the Avatar to you, but it could not look away. Just a normal, unmarked human. Normal fears, nothing that gorged any power in particular but they needed to know more. So they followed you. Days passed, and Their obsession only grew. They knew where you lived, and they wanted to see you.

It was easy to watch you, you couldn’t hide from what wasn’t there and never looked. It wasn’t the eye, and could not see through yours, but your doors were easy to manipulate, and getting into your home was child's play. Doors like that only keep out the real things, and They were not real. Your home was better than They could have expected, so full of you and Michael felt at ease when they watched you. You were peaceful when you slept, Michael and the thing that was not Michael liked that about you.

You had a pet. A squishy thing that did not like Them at first, but They were around often enough that the creature tolerated Them eventually. They could not pet the squishy thing, nor did either beings wish for it, as Michael’s hands were sharp, so they merely ignored each other. The squishy thing never alerted you to his presence, so Michael was fine to let it live.

A few weeks of just watching you sleep and go about your day was not enough. He enjoyed watching you when you slept, going through your phone and listening in at work, but he wanted to know more. To be closer to you. That was normal with a target (that is what he had to call you in his mind).

Obviously he was not attached to you. Just vaguely interested, right? That is what Michael told himself when a customer was cruel to you. Words you didn't need to hear spilled from the wretched stranger, and for the first time in a long while Michael was angry. What right did that thing have to criticize you? Michael resigned himself to not act, he was not a watcher but he would just observe, that is what he said as the cruel man walked right into one of michael's conveniently placed doors. Michael fed himself on that wretch’s fear, and spat him out when nothing was left but a broken mind. Michael still watched you cry that night, and that is when he decided he needed to properly meet you.

Your attention would be divided at work, and he wanted it all. Your job would be inconvenient, so they planned. Your phone wasn’t fully charged on Saturday when you always went to the coffee shop, courtesy of Michael unplugging it. You liked the routine so you went anyway, bringing a book you swore you would read at some point. So you sat, drinking and listening to the boring music in the cafe. Michael could not be sated by watching, he needed to have your attention on him. So he entered the shop as Michael Shelley. They would blend in there, Blonde curls on a pretty demure boy wouldn't raise any alarms, but their real form would. He took a table next to you, acquired a drink from the counter he had no capacity nor will to consume, pulled out a phone charger, and waited.

They just had to wait for attention as you fiddled and cursed your phone for being unplugged, so Michael offered his (it was from your home, but you would never know). You moved and plugged your phone in, feeling obligated to talk to the young man who offered to help you. You asked his name. Its nature pulled it to lie, to deceive and to tell you something that was not truth. But It didn’t. “Michael,” the man said. That is all it took for you to give him your name. They already knew it, but it felt like a promise to the Thing calling itself Michael. You gave him your name, what a silly mistake. You two talked for a bit, likely less than an hour, your book left to the side as you spoke, and you left to continue with your day.

Later that day you called a friend, you told them of the pretty boy at the coffee shop. Michael’s unnatural smile grew even larger as he heard that. They thought you were pretty too. You cursed yourself for not getting his number. He laughed, having no number or phone. They felt seen when you spoke of them, not the type of invasive seen the wretched watching one gave, but noticed. But you called him pretty, that means you saw him. You were drawn to him as he was drawn to you.

The Distortion knew it was likely the mother of spiders was pulling the strings here. How else would they be so drawn to you? But for all the discomfort the thought of being manipulated by the spider was worth it if it meant having you. It was meant to be, the Mother of Spiders did not make mistakes, and they did not sully you by marking your flesh, so they could forgive the intervention.

The distortion was almost content with the arrangement you had, even if only They knew of it. Watching you throughout the day, feeding on some fools when needed, and standing over your bed while you slept. It even became routine to meet at your coffee shop,where he talked in riddles and listened to your laugh, you never questioned why theirs gave you a headache. He got bolder, showing up to certain places he knew you would be at, the store down the street for groceries, outside a bus stop he knew you would pass, and even went to your work once. It was almost comical, how easy it was for him to insert himself into your life in small ways without you even noticing something odd.

It went wrong when the corruption arrived at your job. A coworker with the writhing mass of rot on their mind. It would not allow the infestation to spread, you wouldn’t know till its too late. You were in danger. You were not in danger. You would be in danger. You wouldn’t be in danger with them. The crawling rot wouldn’t taint you. They could keep you somewhere where it wouldn’t infect you. You would stay with them. The plan would take time, no more than a few days but Michael was enraged at the thought of you being hurt by the squirming mass you saw as a coworker, so Michael got rid of them. It was easy enough, the corruption would lose a thing close to becoming an avatar and you would be safe while they plan. Even though the rot was taken care of, you were not touched by powers, and you would be susceptible to their whims. It made him sick to think that you would be harmed, you weren't strong enough on your own. So he planned to take you.

It made sense to keep you in the halls, It existed in and as the halls, you belong with it, and you weren’t safe outside of them. Maybe… if you found the center of the place that does not exist you would join them. You would be safe as a part of them. The spiral protects its own. But for now, you will open a door and will not be where you were. You would lose your mind to the fractal madness of shifting stairs and doors, but you are safe from those who would corrupt you with their power. You were too good for them, no other power deserved your fear.

If only you hadn’t been special that day, or called them pretty. Perhaps if you hadn’t lived alone then someone could have saved you, but there is nothing to save you now. If only the door was labeled “do not open”.

#michael distortion x reader #tma micheal shelly #tma michael #tma #Yandere!Michael x reader #Yandere TMA #tma michael x reader #platonic!michael distortion x reader #michael distortion

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haitaniapologist · 2 years

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THE SUN.

pairings — bonten!akashi takeomi x female!reader.

warnings — fluff, omi is a dad, one of his daughters is a menace and sanzu is trying to be a good uncle, omi is 38, reader is in her mid 20s.

word count — 2.3k

notes — aria my baby, my love. no words can describe how grateful i'm for befriending you in this site, and all the aus and the other things you introduced to me. i hope you'll like it as much as i liked writing 🤍 also a big credit to aria because emiko and anzu are a creation of hers !! this is a repost bc the original post isn't showing the tags :(

tagging — @aetheriaess @tooweirdforyou @etheralyonn @sincerelyraylene @chronic-claire-universe @aqualesha @winterv-black @softbajis @dai-tsukki-desu

you still remembered the first time you saw takeomi as if it happened a few hours ago.

it was a sunny afternoon. you had just returned from your lunch break with some of your friends to your workplace — a small and cozy café that you battled hard to work there — when you spotted two young girls, petting what seemed like a cat. they looked like relatives, maybe even siblings, and you looked around to see if any adult was near them, as they seemed not to be older than five. there wasn't one, and you sighed, already worried about their safety. it wasn't a violent neighborhood, but they were still little girls.

you were surprised as how quickly they warmed up to you — maybe it was your offering of getting free pastries? — but you enjoyed their company. the black haired one introduced herself as emiko, the youngest twin, and said the brown haired one's name was anzu, her older sister. you smiled at their cuteness, and asked what they were doing all alone in the street. emiko explained they were shopping with their uncles when they saw the stray, and went running to it when their uncle haru let go of their hands.

she told you that with a smile on her face while her sister was having the time of her life eating the sweets you provided for them, and you wondered who their parents were for leaving them with such an irresponsible uncle like their uncle haru seemed to be. but you smiled, asking if she knew the number of her papa or mama — you noticed how anzu's eyes became sad at the mention of their mom, and your heart clenched — and emiko promptly gave you a paper, with the number of akashi takeomi, who seemed to be their father.

the moment takeomi entered your small cafe, you knew you were doomed. he was too handsome to be an actual person — black and white hair, scar on his face and designed suit adorning his shoulders — and you wondered what woman was foolish enough to let him go, if the sad look in anzu's brown eyes meant their mother wasn't around.

but you weren't like her. and when the opportunity to have takeomi in your life came, you grabbed it as if your life depended on it. and it was the best decision you ever made.

not only did you became mother to two beautiful little girls, but takeomi was the best boyfriend you ever had. of course, his line of work wasn't the best in the world — your grandmother would faint if she knew her beloved granddaughter's boyfriend was the advisor of the most powerful gang in the country — but takeomi always made sure that neither you nor the girls were tainted by it. his top priority was the safety of you three, and you were okay with the fact that dates or going out to have fun with anzu and emiko weren't a routine for your little family.

but from time to time he treated you to dinner in a fancy restaurant owned by one of his colleagues, and that was exactly what he was doing. you two were honoring the opening of kokonoi's new restaurant, and takeomi took advantage of the situation to do something he should've done the first time he laid his eyes on you. he gave you his black card, and you took the girls with you on a shopping trip, so they could help you choose your date's outfit — they made you buy a pastel pink princess dress with white heels, because they knew their dad would like to see you wearing it — and treated them to ice cream before going back home, to get ready and wait for both their dad and haruchiyo, who was going to be their babysitter.

you weren't the best fan of haruchiyo's babysit ways — kakucho or ran would be your first choice, but the youngest akashi brother wanted to spend time with his nieces, so you agreed to his offer. but you were worried, and checked your phone every two seconds to see if anything happened.

“you don't need to worry your pretty head about them, darling.” takeomi reassured you while you two were waiting for the desserts to come, his fingers intertwined with yours on the table. “he's probably hiding from emiko now.” you giggled thinking about haruchiyo, a twenty-eight year old man, hiding from emiko — a five-year-old girl, that was born with his exact same personality.

“well, now he knows the trouble he put you into when he was a kid, doesn't he?” you said with a glint of mischief in your eyes, and takeomi playfully rolled his green orbs.

“probably not.” your boyfriend answered, smiling politely at the waiter, who was putting the desserts in front of you — yours a chocolate cheesecake, his a lemon cake. “as he keeps putting me in trouble. but now it's worse.” you nodded, mouth stuffed with the sweet. it was amazing, and takeomi smiled fondly at your expression. he loved to take you out like that — you always looked like a curious child seeing the lights of an amusement park for the first time, and he was happy to know he was the one who could provide such experiences for you.

the conversation over dessert was mainly focused on the girls and haruchiyo, with takeomi occasionally saying some things that happened in the headquarters. he always had amusing stories to tell, and you loved to hear every single one of them. you giggled loudly when he told you about a bet the haitanis did with kakucho, which ended with the brothers on their knees, getting scolded by bonten's number 3. you liked to see takeomi acting so carefree. when you worked as the babysitter of the girls — after they made you quit your job in the café with their puppy eyes that you couldn't say no to — you noticed how tensed he always looked, and to know that, now, you were one of the reasons he allowed himself to relax, made your heart flutter with butterflies.

dessert ended, and you thought you two were going home, but takeomi said koko suggested you two go to the last floor of the building — if the weather was fine, it was supposed to be one of the most beautiful sights in the whole city. it was a bit chilly, and takeomi draped your form in his suit jacket, but the view was breathtaking. the stars seemed to be closer than before, and you could see the light of the whole city from there. you always knew kokonoi was a man of taste, but he really outdid himself when buying the whole building.

you felt takeomi’s arms circling your shoulder and bringing your body closer to his, but your eyes were glued on the sight before you. you weren’t used to such things — before dating takeomi, you were just someone who was graduating from college, who worked part-time in a small café, and the luxuries he provided for you were things you only dreamed about having.

“penny for your thoughts, pretty girl?” takeomi asked curiously, seeing how you were biting your lip — a sign you were in deep thinking. he was, too, but he was thinking about how he would drop the question without scaring you off. he knew it was a big step that he thought you two were both ready to take together, but he wasn’t in your mind to say he was a hundred percent sure. what if you wanted to wait a few more years? you were younger than — a lot younger, actually — and he wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t want to spend the rest of your life with an old man like him. takeomi wouldn’t blame you if that was the case.

you hummed, nuzzling your face on his chest. “just thinking about how i love you.” you were still a bit shy saying out loud how deep your affections for him were, but you needed to make sure he knew how much you loved him — because you knew what people talked behind both of your backs. that you were probably with him just because of his money, how you would babytrap him when the opportunity came. nobody could at least think that you were with takeomi because he made you safe, because you loved him, because he was a good father and a good man, despite everything.

the hand that was resting on your shoulder cupped your cheek, and you closed your eyes when you felt his lips pressing against your forehead. “you’re my whole world, you know.” takeomi smiled seeing how flustered your face became when he said that, chuckling softly when you hid your face on his chest once more.

“i thought it was the girls.” you argued, stubborn as always.

he gently manoeuvred your face again, both of his hands now holding it as if you were the most precious jewel in the world. “they are too, yes, but i like to think of our little family as the solar system. i’m the earth, and they are my moons, but you are our sun.” the puzzled look you gave him was too adorable, and he needed to restrain himself to not pinch your cheeks. “you brought warmth and life to your home.” takeomi remembered how dull and lifeless his penthouse was before you moved in — the girls were the main source of life, but the walls were plain, and the decoration was too simple before you. now, his house looked like a proper home, the home he always wanted to give his siblings while they were growing up.

“you’re gonna make me cry.” you murmured, vision a bit glossy already.

“then i’ll be short: i love you.” takeomi’s hands let go of your cheeks, and you watched dumbfounded as how he got on one knee, his hands holding a small black velvet box.

“and because of that, please, marry me.”

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the house was too quiet.

you and takeomi were walking hand in hand, the diamond ring shining on your finger — you obviously said yes to his almost command, and you couldn’t wait to be called akashi y/n after you two signed the papers. it was a dream coming true and, in the way back, your now fiancé said you didn’t have a budget for anything in the celebration, you could do anything you liked, and your mind was spiralling with ideas. and, of course, you two were excited to tell the girls about the news. you were already their mother, but it would be official in a few months.

you exchanged some worried looks with takeomi because of the quietness. the girls couldn’t be sleeping, not when haruchiyo was babysitting them. you thought they were either watching tv, or baking cookies, or even running around chasing their uncle.

“mama! papa!” it was anzu who greeted you both when takeomi opened the door for you, her tiny legs making her run towards you, and you picked her up, kissing her cheeks. takeomi kissed her hair, and the little girl giggled in your arms.

“where is your sister, baby?” he asked, and anzu looked anxiously to her dad. emiko was a force of nature to reckon with, and she tried — she really did — to stop her younger sister from using their uncle as her guinea pig, but emiko never listened to her. but before she could answer, anzu caught a glimpse of the ring on your finger, and she gasped loudly. “i’ll just confirm what this means when you tell me where emiko is, sweetheart.”

“okay, papa.” anzu answered, her tiny arms encircling your shoulders. “she’s with uncle haru in her room! she wants to be a hairdresser, and he is her first client.”

you and your fiancé shared a worried look. “emiko! mama and papa are home!” you called the youngest twin, hearing her giggles and the sound of her running. she promptly jumped in her father’s arms, smooching her cheek against his. you smiled at the sight, patting anzu’s head — who started to do the same with you. you and takeomi walked towards the living room, putting the girls on the sofa.

you showed them the rings and they squealed. “anzu, do you see this? mama will be our official mama now!” the older twin nodded excitedly at her younger sister, and you kneeled in front of them so they could hug you. takeomi smiled down at the sight in front of him — allowing you into his life was the best decision he ever made.

hearing the sound coming from the living room, haruchiyo stumbled out of emiko’s room, his hair full of shiny butterfly clips, his nails painted with different colors and his face painted with makeup — and a look of pure terror on his eyes. but they softened when he saw the ring on your finger, and he awkwardly patted his older brother’s shoulder. takeomi smiled at his brother, knowing it was his way to show how happy he was for both of you. he and haruchiyo still had a long way to mend what was broken, but step by step, they were rebuilding what they lost. “i swear.” he whispered at takeomi’s side, both of them watching as you excitedly told the girls about your plans for the marriage. “emiko is little gremlin.”

takeomi chuckled. “as you were.” haruchiyo rolled his eyes in annoyance. he couldn’t be like his niece — he was an angel.

“uncle haru!” emiko squealed again, running towards her uncle, and you snorted seeing his appearance. “mama and papa are going to marry! you, me and anzu are going to be the flower girls!”

the look on haruchiyo’s face made you and takeomi to laugh as hard as you two never did before.

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tagging the ones who interacted with the first post too, so you guys can have the final post in your likes/reblogs !!! but thank you, really <3

@nanamis-wifey-reye @lonnie19 @twochainsandrollies @joxuke @s-hera @danceafternoon @sanzus-katana @lunarie-e @randomblogie @manjirosgrl

#akashi takeomi x reader #akashi takeomi #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #— june writes.

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kelmitty · 7 years

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just two snakes hanging around 🐍

#had to repost bcs the tags weren't working and i had to fix some mistakes ;;#septicart #inktober #therealjacksepticeye #jacksepticeye #antisepticeye #jacksepticeye fanart #youtube #art #my art

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midnightsconspiracy · 3 years

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Moonlight

Moonlight - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: Cheering up your boyfriend was a difficult task, but you think you’ve found the perfect idea

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1086

Requested: No

A/N: This is my first Spencer one and I love it!!!! Repost bc of tag issue

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Work had been long as always, but what else could you expect from a job that involved chasing the country's most relentless serial killers. In return though, you got to work with some of the best in the field, who also just so happened to be some of your good friends as well. And on top of that, you even worked alongside your boyfriend, the infamous boy genius Spencer Reid.

This case had been like any other, some psychopath was killing middle-aged women in their houses, and your team had been sent out to take them off the streets to save anyone else from being hurt. It had planned out as usual, giving the profile based on the facts you had, proceeding to arrest them shortly after they'd made a fatal mistake. Nothing was extraordinarily different from any other case that you'd had previously worked on, no one was targeting the team and a member hadn't gone missing, but you had this gut feeling about wanting to be near Spencer as if something would happen. Luckily nothing had, sticking by his side at every step, making sure that he was safe each and every second. And now that you were back and protected in the safety of his apartment nothing had changed, wanting to cling to him as if you were his shadow. Fortunately enough he hadn't minded, wanting to spend any amount of time together after the stressful and tireless case that you'd just solved. And everything had seemed fine as you stepped through the threshold of your now shared apartment, just bathing in the comfort and relaxation it had bought. You'd thrown your shoes off quickly, flopping down onto the couch for a well-needed rest. But of course, being in the BAU something had to disturb the peace, although this time it didn't involve work.

Spencer had picked up the phone unsuspectingly, not thinking anything about seeing his mother's care home's contact pop up, but instead of a positive message from his mother, it had been bad news. Turns out she'd had a bad fall in the shower and had been hospitalised for a few days, in which they coincidentally hadn't informed him. Now that she was back in the home she'd requested to see her son, hence the call. The gut feeling seemingly hadn't been about him leaving you by getting injured or dying but instead his departure to his home town. In that moment of panic, he'd looked up the next available flights to Las Vagas, getting angry when the next possible one had been the next day. Calming him down after half an hour or so had been a challenge, so startled from the news and just wanting to be with his mother. What once had been a calm, relaxing evening had turned into a stressful, panicked one, in which you would have to utilize the rest of the time you had with Spencer before he left.

Ordering his favourite takeout and watching some documentary that you'd meant to see before leaving had relieved some tension, calming to the point where he'd accepted the inevitable. But after a while of cuddling though, he'd got antsy again, getting up to rant about how stupid the airline companies were. And as much as you loved him, spending your time listening to him rant about something neither of you could control was not on your list for tonight. So in that moment you decided you would do something to keep that huge brain of his occupied. What to do though was the question, you'd already done some of the things he loved like takeout and television. You thought reading maybe, however his brain was moving too fast for him to concentrate for that. Plus you didn't want to leave your apartment or spend any money, leaving you with absolutely no ideas. Getting physical with him was an option too, but you weren't in the mood, too tired for any frivolous physical activity, and you doubted he was either, considering all that was on his mind was his mother.

Finally, after ten minutes of watching him pace, you came up with something that you hoped you both would enjoy. Turning on the radio in the kitchen, you grabbed his hand, bringing his walking to a stop, leading him towards the little balcony connected to the apartment. Pulling the both of you out into the cold, winters night, you turned to face him, watching as his expression turned from sullen to confused.

"Y/N what are you doing?" He asked, looking at you as if you'd gone mad, having bought him outside in the middle of the night.

"I thought of something that might cheer you up, dance with me?" Grabbing his hands, you placed them on your hips, proceeding to put yours onto his shoulders, getting into proper dancing position. Although this wasn't a sure plan to get him to relax, at least you were getting to spend some time with him and show some affection. Plus the night sky was an extra bonus, the moon and stars shining brightly.

Your plan was seemingly working as well, not hearing a peep out of Spencer in the ten minutes that you had been outside. He had even moved himself closer to embrace your warmth, wrapping his arms around your waist fully. It was like he was enjoying it and as you looked up towards his face, he no longer looked worried but instead content. And that was the only thing you'd hoped for, always looking out for your boyfriend's happiness.

"See that one there, that Orion, the hunter," he said breaking the silence, pointing out one of the constellations that littered the sky. You knew he was a genius, but you didn't think he knew much about the stars, especially because you knew nothing about it yourself.

"It's beautiful Spence." And it really was, a perfect scene for the romantic moment you were having.

"Thank you for this," he voiced, looking down towards you, tears brimming his eyes after the amount of stress he'd had to endure that day.

"You know I'd do anything for you, especially because you were so worried for your mom," you explained, telling him how much he really meant to you. Spencer Reid was a special man and you'd do anything in your power to show him that.

"I love you," you both professed as you danced into the early hours of the morning, the moonlight setting the stage for your eternal love.

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agustdiv1ne · 4 years

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want (m) — scb

pairing: seo changbin x f!reader (ft. minsung)

genre: underground rapper!bin, college au, smut

wc: 2.8k

synopsis: no hookups with random strangers, that's your rule. well, that was your rule until you saw him up on that stage.

warnings: 18+, dom!changbin, sub! reader, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it), from behind, couch sex

note: i know changbin’s birthday was about a week ago and this is very belated..but! i have an excuse! i had a fic, but i scrapped it since the plot wasn’t going anywhere and decided to write a whole new one (which obviously took longer than expected). school also started last week and getting acclimated to the online setting was,, interesting, so it took a bit longer for me to complete it. i hope y'all enjoy anyway :) (also repost bc tumblr hates me and isn’t letting this show up in tags)

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your week had been long, tiring, and absolutely infuriating.

assignment after assignment, project after project, you were absolutely swamped with work. your group for one of your projects left you to complete it on your own, and you had to pull two fucking all-nighters just to do the work that they left you. you felt your brain cells deteriorating the less you slept and the more enraged you became. you were exhausted, you were angry, and, most of all, you were unsatisfied.

you hadn't gotten action in months, a mountain homework piling up on you and taking up all of your time. you were always too tired to get yourself off, and you weren't looking to go to frat parties to find a random hookup. that was a complete last resort, and, while you were horny, having a mindless fuck with a random person was not on your to-do list.

it didn't help that your friend (and roommate), jisung, was always looking to set you up to do exactly that.

"jisung, i'm not going to whatever underground club bullshit you're going to. i want to sleep," you glared at your roommate.

"but there's a really cool performance tonight, i heard he was a student at our uni," he begged, "besides, you should get out on a friday night! staying inside isn't good for you, and maybe you can find someone to hook up with." he looked at you with puppy dog eyes, which he knew always got you to do what he wanted.

you huffed, "fine. i'll go, but i'm leaving if it's lame. and i'm not hooking up with anyone, you weirdo." you were still fuming inside, but you could never take it out on jisung, no matter how much of a little shit he was.

"great! go get changed, you look like shit right now," he shoved you towards your bedroom, ignoring your cries of protest, "this is gonna be so fun, you won't regret it!"

"i probably will," you mumbled, closing your bedroom door behind you. you sighed. this was going to be a long night.

you emerged from your room a half an hour later wearing a tight black shirt and skirt and heeled boots to match. the winged eyeliner and the wine colored lipstick your applied completed your look. half-assing things was not in your vocabulary, and tonight was not an exception, even if you were tired.

jisung stared at you, "woah, you did all that in thirty minutes? you look hot," he winked and you rolled your eyes, fake gagging. your friendship with jisung was very...interesting, to say the least. he may have acted like a flirt, but he was happily dating minho. no one could ever come between them, and you weren't ever planning on it.

the club was fucking defeaning, and you weren't even inside yet. the bright lights tinged you and everyone in line a bright red. you thought it was fitting, red usually correlated with hell, and this damn club was your own personal hell. it was everything you hated: loud, crowded, and full of drunk assholes.

"shut up, let's just go," you pushed him towards the door, and you were off.

if jisung knew how uncomfortable you were, he didn't mention it, "i wonder if we know him. i have a feeling he's in one of my music theory classes, you know? oh, what if it's chan, that senior from australia? i know he performs here a lot."

"oh, really?" you grumbled in faux acknowledgment. you didn't really care who was performing tonight, you were just there because jisung dragged you away from your comfortable bed and netflix. you picked at your nails.

"yeah! he always-" you tuned him out. you couldn't care less who it was. he continued to talk your ear off, but you spaced out thirty seconds into his monologue, occasionally offering a noncommittal 'mhm' as the line shuffled forward.

after a few minutes, you finally got inside. the flashing lights gave you a headache, and the rapper currently yelling on stage didn't help either.

jisung dragged you to an area directly in front of the stage. you were jostled around by the drunk strangers around you, and your expression turned even more sour.

you yelled over the music, "when's this kid performing? i'm leaving once he does."

"he's up next! minho's here, so i'm gonna go find him. you'll be okay on your own for a few minutes, right?" he raised his eyebrows at you, and you nodded. you watched as he pushed his way through the crowd, and you eventually lost him in the sea of sweaty bodies. you turned back towards the stage right as they announced the next performer.

"up next, we have spearb!" the male onstage said into the microphone in his hand. the male who walked out from backstage was not who you expected. he was dressed in pitch black from head to toe, a baseball cap on top of his head. you could clearly see his muscular arms through his t-shirt, and his face was angular from what you could see under his hat. he looked a bit older than you, maybe by a year, you thought.

he positioned himself at the middle of the stage as the music began. his verse started slow, and the raspiness of his voice shocked you. you stared up at the stage, now right next to it as the crowd shoved you forward. he played with crowd like it was second nature to him, drunk girls screaming whenever he came near. he might have been on the shorter side, but his stage presence made him seem twenty feet tall. his words began to speed up with the tempo of the song, eventually settling on an almost impossible speed. he spat words quickly, precisely, his tone aggressive and borderline angry.

fuck no mindless hookups, you wanted him.

towards the middle of his song, his piercing eyes caught yours. he sauntered over to where you were standing, crouching down in front of you. he continued rapping as he reached out a veiny hand to you. your stared at him in shock, and he smirked. he snapped his outstretched hand in front of your face and you blinked. you shook yourself from your stupor and grabbed his hand. fuck it, if this was your chance, you were obligated to make the most of it.

he pulled you up onto the bright stage, the muscles in his arm flexing. your face flushed in embarrassment, feeling the burning stares of the crowd behind you. thank god the bright lights covered it. he faced you, and you finally got a good look at him.

he was fucking hot.

you bit your lip, and you watched as his eyes flitted down to them. he almost faltered in his verse, briefly distracted, but caught himself before his words stumbled.

he brought a hand up to his head and took off his baseball cap before placing it on top of your head. you could hear the crowd roar, girls in jealousy, guys in excitement, and minho and jisung in pure, unadulterated shock.

your eyebrows raised, and before you could react, the song ended, and the lights went dark, no longer illuminating the stage. he pulled you closer to him before murmuring in your ear, "come backstage after my set if you want, doll. i'll be waiting."

you shivered as his warm breath hit your ear. you stared up at him in surprise, lips parted. you wanted him, but he actually reciprocated?

"i- uh, okay," you stuttered out.

he laughed before helping you back down to where you were previously standing. you shot him a dazed smile before he turned to start his next song.

jisung and minho were finally back, and their eyes were as wide as saucers. jisung grabbed your shoulders and shook you back and forth, "what was that up there, huh? he was literally undressing you with his eyes right on stage! what the fuck!" you tried wiggling out of jisung's grip, but to no avail. he continued, "are you gonna go find him? you should! you should go hook up with him!"

"quit yelling in my face, oh my god," you finally shoved him away from you, "he invited me backstage, so yeah, i guess i am gonna fuck him."

"fucking finally!" minho chimed in and you glared over at him.

"not you, too," you groaned.

he cackled, "the dude just got off stage, you better go find him." he waggled his eyebrows and you groaned once again. you hadn't even noticed that he left the stage.

"you guys are so weird, i'm leaving. have fun," you began shoving your way past the drunk strangers blocking your path to the backstage entrance.

"go get that dick, y/n!" you heard jisung scream at you. you ducked your head in embarrassment before flipping him off, not bothering to turn back around. you came face to face with a security guard once you reached your destination.

"uh, hi. i'm looking for, uh, spearb? he told me to come find him," you questioned nervously. you had no clue if he was going to let you in, you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't.

"ah, yeah. he's in the first dressing room to the right," he replied, letting you through the door behind him. you nodded in thanks before making your way to the door.

you paused in front of it. what if you regretted this? what if he was joking? did you truly wish to fuck a random (albeit quite attractive) guy?

to be quite frank, you did.

you took a deep breath and knocked on the plain white door in front of you. it took a mere few seconds for him to open it, grabbing you by the arm and gently pulling you inside.

"that was quick," you quipped as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pressing sloppy kisses into your neck. you moaned quietly when he brought his mouth to your ear, his gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine.

"i told you i'd be waiting, doll. i'm not one to go back on my promises, especially with someone like you," he pressed himself closer to your back, and you could feel his hard-on rubbing against your ass. you grinded back against him, and he growled, spinning you around to face him. he brought his lips to yours, and the kiss wasn't soft. no, it was rough, it was messy.

it was exactly what you needed right now.

he abruptly broke the kiss, making you whine. he exhaled deeply at the desperate noise you let out. he brought his hands to your hips, gripping them, "my name is changbin." his sharp eyes found yours again, and you felt yourself tremble under his gaze.

"y-y/n," you whispered breathlessly before he enveloped your lips in a searing kiss again.

he walked you backwards, toward the couch in the middle of the room. he switched your position, so he could land on the couch with you above him. you straddled his thighs, grinding down against his hard cock with each languid kiss shared. you whimpered into his mouth, feeling your panties getting wetter with each minute that passed.

this time, you broke the kiss, removing yourself from his lap to get on your knees between his thighs. you brought your hand up to the tent in his pants, palming him teasingly, and he groaned. you giggled, unzipping his pants before finally taking his achingly hard cock out of his pants. his tip was an angry red, precum already leaking from it. you slowly rubbed your hand up and down his veiny cock, thumbing at the tip. he moaned, bucking his hips up into your touch.

"quit teasing, doll, before i shove my cock down your throat," he glared down at you. if your panties were wet before, they were soaked now, his domineering attitude turning you on.

you licked your lips, then brought your tongue to his tip, giving it a small kitten lick before engulfing his cock in the warmth of your mouth. his tip hit the back of your throat, and you gagged slightly, tears springing in your eyes. you began bobbing your head up and down on his member.

"shit, doll, you take my cock so well," he released breathy groans until he felt your tight throat gag around his cock, and his eyes rolled back, his throat releasing a loud moan. before he could finish, he pulled your mouth off of him with a loud 'pop.'

"why'd you stop me?" you pouted, looking up at him with doe eyes.

he growled at your innocent expression, but didn't reply. instead he stood up, lifting you up and maneuvering you to bend over the back of the couch, making you squeal in surprise, before slipping your skirt and panties off your legs. he brought his fingers to your entrance, and he bit his lip at how drenched you were.

"you're this wet just from sucking my dick? fuck, doll," he but his lip as he inserted two of his calloused fingers into your sopping entrance, and you whimpered. the stretch was stung slightly, but you were too overwhelmed by his rough fingers caressing your walls.

he began pumping his fingers, slowly at first, "relax, doll. it'll feel better if you do." you tried your best to, and he felt your walls ease up around his fingers and began pumping faster, scissoring them to stretch you out.

"a-ah, shit," you panted. the friction felt heavenly. you felt your arousal begin to coat the inside of your thighs as he continued to finger you at a quick pace.

you knew you were getting close to cumming, and it seemed that he knew too. suddenly, he pulled them out, and you let out a broken whine, gripping the leather couch below you, "why did you sto-"

your complaint melted into a moan as you felt the tip of his dick breach your entrance, slowly filling you up. he went inch by inch, allowing you to get used to the intense stretch. soon enough he bottomed out, and he gripped your hips as your walls clenched around him.

"fuck, you're so tight," he slowly pulled out before slamming himself back into you, making you squeal. he threw all caution to the wind, beginning with a rough pace that caused your head to slump forward in pleasure. you could hear his loud pants and the way his hips slapped against your ass with every thrust. pleasure shot straight through your body as his cock brushed against your g-spot. your legs went weak, and changbin tightened his grip on your hips in order to keep you balanced.

"oh god, a-ah! right there!" you gasped.

"hm, right there? you like that?" he shifted his hips so that he could continue hitting that spot, your vision going foggy as your mind was overwhelmed with pleasure.

"nghhh, yes!" you nodded your head rapidly as he thrusts sped up, wrapping one hand around your front to rub frantic circles around your clit. you attempted to find purchase in the couch supporting your upper body, but to no avail. you had to rely on changbin's strength to support your weak body as his thrusts grew sloppy.

"say my name, doll," he grunted from behind you. he was getting close.

"f-fuck, changbin!" you sobbed, on the verge of completely losing your mind, "i'm cumming!"

"cum, doll. cum around my cock, shit," like you were under his spell, you came hard, your vision going white and your body quaking. he continued thrusting as your walls convulsed around him. he pulled out, jerking himself off rapidly until he finally came with a loud groan and painted long white ribbons on your back.

his breaths came out in heavy pants, and you felt his presence leave behind you before appearing a few seconds later. you felt him wipe your back off with tissues, then watched as he walked over to the trash can in the corner of the dressing room to dispose of them.

despite your shaky legs, you managed to stand upright, walking to where your panties and skirt were thrown and slipping them back on. you began walking towards the door until he spoke, making you pause, your back towards him.

"can i have your number?" he asked, and you turned towards him.

"why? wasn't this just a one night stand?" you were genuinely confused as to why he was asking that. to you, he seemed like the type of guy to fuck and move on.

"if you want it to be, sure, but i kinda want to take you out to dinner," he smirked.

"only kinda?" you teased, shooting the same expression back at him, a sudden rush of confidence filling you.

"nah, for sure," he walked and stopped in front of you, extending his phone towards you.

you giggled, snatching his phone from him, "then i for sure accept."

"it's a date then."

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