#mod sun x reader

[triplexdoublex]

Truly, Madly, Deeply

Pairing: Derek Smith (Modsun) x reader

Warnings/ tags: fluffy smut, pinning down by wrists, mentions of a possible future pregnancy/children.

A/N: 3,253 words! I’m absolutely in love with how this turned out. Based off a dream I had. Hopefully, other people besides my old ass catch the reference at the end. Enjoy! Gimme all the Feedback!!!

With hugging, cuddling, chaste kisses and exchanging ‘I love yous’, it’s safe to say the line between friends and lovers is definitely blurred when it comes to you and Derek. In your heart of hearts the line no longer exists for you; you’ve fallen head over heels IN-LOVE with your best friend. You can only hope he feels the same way.

And while you’ve always found Derek attractive throughout his ever changing style, his latest look made it even harder for you to keep your eyes off him. His once blonde hair now dark as a Raven, with a matching mustache , makes his ocean eyes appear a more vibrant tropical blue. He looked like a dark tempting mystery you were dying to solve.

After torturing yourself over the ‘should I’s’ and ‘what if’s’ of confessing your true feelings for Derek, you decide to confide in his best friend Colson and get his opinion on it.

“I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual,” he assures you. “I see the way he looks at you when he thinks no one is watching, the boys smitten.”

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Armed with all the bravery you can muster up and Colson’s assurance from the previous day, you decide today's the day you're going to tell Derek the way you really feel. You should be nervous right now but it's hard to feel anything negative when you’re already laying in the grass at the skatepark with the man of your dreams, your head using Derek’s unshaven chest —also part of his new edgier look— as a pillow, while you watch the clouds roll by.

“That one looks like a heart,” you point out. “Your turn.”

“Ok, ummmm.. ooh that one looks like Genesha!”

“Like the Hindu God on your back tattoo? I’m not seeing it,” you say quizzically.

“Right there,” he points, “That big fluffy part uptop is like the elephant ears and head, and all the thin wispy cirrus clouds below it are the trunk and its multiple arms.”

“Looks more like an octopus or jellyfish to me,” you shrug. “But I always love the creative things your brilliant mind comes up with when we do this together.”

Then suddenly you remember when Derek first got his Ganesha tattoo, and how he explained how it symbolizes the removal of obstacles and new beginnings. ‘This is it! This is a sign!’ You think to yourself ‘Now’s the time!’

“Derek, I need to tell you something.” You state, switching your position onto your stomach and elbows next to him.

“Of course, what is it?” He questions, half sitting up resting back on his forearms.

“I love you!” You blurt out.

“Ok… I love you too, you know that.” He sounds confused.

“No..” You take a big breath. “Like I’m IN LOVE with you, I wanna be with you…” You let your words hang in the air as you patiently wait for Derek to hopefully say he’s in love with you too.

But all he finally says is “OH.”

Your stomach sinks and you swallow hard. “I was hoping you feel the same way??” You prompt him.

“Y/N… I-I don’t think it’s a good idea, I cherish our friendship and I don’t want anything to potentially ruin it.”

“Derek, I cherish our friendship too, and I get your concern but we could make it work, I know we could. We’ll always be best friends no matter what. We have an unbreakable bond. Just tell me if you feel the same —“

“Y/N, I already told you how I feel,” he quickly gets up and grabs his skateboard and heads to the half pipe without another word.

You walk over to a shady spot under the pavilion and pull out your phone to text Colson.

Y/N: Thx a lot, the feeling is NOT mutual and I’m pretty sure Derek’s never gonna talk 2 me again now 😫

Colson: Derek’s literally textin me right now freakin out cuz he DOES feel the same way but he's scared to tell you and take things further cuz he’s terrified that if it doesn’t work out he’ll lose you forever, but now he’s worried that your mad at him and you guys are gonna be awkward around each other.

Y/N: Wait , seriously! He said that???

Colson: Yes! I told you! Do I know my boy or what?

Y/N: So now what do I do?

Colson: give him time. he needs to realize on his own it’ll work & he won’t lose you. act normal but flirty so he knows you’re still interested & not upset. i say he breaks by the end of the day!

Y/N: thx you’re the best! Shit, phone’s about to die

Right after you hit send your phone screen goes black. “Fuck,” you mumble to yourself looking around for a clock. You don’t see one but you do see another skater sitting nearby looking down at his phone, and you get up and walk over.

“Hey, you mind telling me the time? My phone just died.”

“Yeah, 2:13. But you sure you should be talking to me. I don’t want no drama with your boyfriend over there?”

“We’re not dating,” you roll your eyes at first but then smile to yourself realizing that even a stranger can see the chemistry you and Derek have.

“That’s what he said too when I asked him, but then when I asked if he minded if I shoot my shot he said ‘I'd prefer if you didn’t.’ So I was confused.”

“Oh reallllly,” you snicker to yourself, saving that tidbit of information for later, and instead calling out to Derek, who’s now grabbing a water from the vending machine “See even strangers think we’re dating!”

He responds by sticking his tongue out at you in true Derek fashion, his playful personality shining through. And that’s when you know you guys are gonna be okay.

The ride back to Derek’s is mostly quiet, but not awkward. You share the same comfortable silence you’re always able to with Derek. You’re the first to speak as the car approaches his street.

“Have I told you how much I like this new look on you?” You smile “Very mysterious,” you add in a mock deep voice.

“Yeah?” Derek laughs, pulling into his driveway.

“Yeah, you look a hott guy at a poetry slam, a sexy Gomez Addams, a handsome modern day Edgar Allen Poe, if you will.” You playfully compliment him as you both exit the car. “Ohhh and Johnny Depp!”

“You’re too much,” he cracks up, turning the key in the front door.

Once inside his bedroom Derek— still shirtless— sits on the bottom edge of his bed to kick off his shoes. It’s then that you take notice of the pink hue of his cheeks.

“I made you blush,” you tease in a sing-song voice, making your way over to him. “C’mon Derek, just admit you feel the same way I do, I already know you do, I just wanna hear you say it.” You step closer and into a wider stance, his legs now sandwiched between yours.

A warm, guilty smile spreads across his face; a smile that says everything he’s too scared to. But he’s almost there. You can feel it. You have to keep trying.

“Soooo Derek, if you won't admit you have feelings for me, then why’d you tell the guy at the skatepark that you ‘prefer he didn't shoot his shot’ at me, huh?”

His smile spreads and his blush deepens, but he still hasn’t said a word.

Time to up the ante.

“I know it’s hard to talk about feelings sometimes, so let’s talk about something different…” you smirk, pausing to lift your knees onto the bed; one on either side of Derek’s lap, officially straddling him. You lean forward and tuck a piece of dark hair behind his ear and whisper “Tell me Derek, do you ever wonder how it would feel to be inside me?”

Involuntarily, Derek lifts his hips, briefly grinding against you, already half hard.

“I’ll take that as a yes!” You giggle, rolling your hips against him as you pull your shirt up over your head and off.

The next thing you know, Derek’s lips are on your clavicle. Low grumbling moans escape him as he kisses a path up your neck, and over your jaw to your mouth. He gently cradles your face; thumbs by your ears and fingertips pressed to the nape of your neck. You part your lips for him; a silent invitation you pray his tongue RSVPs to.

It replies almost instantly, slipping in between your lips and over your teeth to the warm welcome of your own tongue. They dance and twirl in rhythm with your heavy breathing, as you both fall back onto the bed, with you on top.

Sure you’ve kissed Derek before, but nothing like this. This is far more intimate than friendly pecks hello and goodbye. This is a declaration of love written in calligraphy with his tongue. And even though his actions speak louder than words, a part of you still needs to hear him say it.

“Derek…” you pull back from a kiss, your hand gently pushing down on his chest.

“W-what’s wrong?” He sits up half way, on his elbows, and looks up at you confused and concerned.

“Derek,I’m sorry but I need to hear you actually say it before we take this any further. I need to know it’s true.”

Finally, Derek begins to speak; A endless river of rapidly flowing words: “What do you want me to say Y/N? That I’m in love with you, that I’ve been in love with you since the first day we met all those years ago at that party Colson threw, but that I never made a move because I respected the fact that you had a boyfriend at the time. And that by the time that relationship ended I had already dug myself so deep in the friendzone that I didn’t know how to claw myself back out, so all I could do was offer you a shoulder to cry on, because I didn’t want to compromise our friendship. That it was more important to me to have you in my life forever, than to take a chance at love and possibly lose you forever. That every relationship I’ve had since then has failed, because mentally all I do is compare them to you, and they’ll never be good enough. That at times I’ve kept my eyes closed during sex with other women so that I could picture you beneath me instead. So to answer your question — yes, I have wondered what it would feel like to be inside you. I’ve whispered your name as I climaxed alone thinking about it late at night when I can’t sleep. In fact every stain on my sheets is because of you. Or that I’ve mentally picked out your engagement ring; a one carat Marquis-cut Solitare because you like the simplicity, with a white gold band because you think yellow gold is dated and platinum is unnecessary because white gold looks just as good for half the price. That I’ve imagined your belly swollen with my children; boy/girl twins because they run in your family. And we would name them Melody and Lyric after your love of music —especially the 90’s—and the fact that you’ve had the names picked out since you were a child yourself. And lastly, but most importantly that I’m so grateful that you were braver than me and admitted your feelings for me today because I don’t know if I ever would have found the courage.” He finally takes a breath. “Is that what you wanted me to say?”

“Yes!” Your eyes brim with happy tears. “That’s all I wanted to hear you say and more.”

“Good, cuz it’s all true,” his smile reaches his eyes. “Now where were we?” He sits up fully, his mouth transforming into a smirk before finding your neck again.

He licks, sucks and nibbles the column of flesh while he explores your body. The feeling of his mouth and tongue on your neck sends a tingle through your whole body straight to your core. His hands swiftly roam over your bra, cupping your breasts before ascending down your sides to your hips, then finally, landing on your ass. He grips in tightly, moving you against him. His breath is warm and heavy against your flesh, as he enjoys the friction. Sliding his hands up from your ass to your back, he pauses momentarily to unhook your bra. You assist him in its removal, shrugging the straps off your shoulders and tossing it to the side.

“Fuck, they’re even more perfect in real life, than my fantasies,” he gasps, grabbing two handfuls before swiftly rolling you over so that he’s now on top— now in control.

The quick position change catches you by surprise and you let out a small playful shriek that makes Derek laugh as he pins your wrists above your head.

“I love you so much.” He kisses the words into your chest.

“I love you so much, too — Fuck…” you let out a ragged breath at the feeling of Derek taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He teases the tender nub with his teeth tugging gently, the arousing sensation causing you to squirm underneath him. Derek looks up, watching your face morph in pleasure: eyebrows knitted, lids closed, mouth open. He continues to suck and tease your breasts, really getting into it, when suddenly his mustache brushes against your sensitive nipple making you laugh.

Derek pauses a moment. “What’s so funny?”

“Your mustache—it tickles.”

“Yeah?.. .” he smirks. “I’ll show where else it tickles.” With his fingers hooked in the waistband of your leggings and panties, he quickly tugs you to the foot of the bed, pulling them down to your ankles in the process. You kick them off the rest of the way and Derek settles between your legs, wrapping an arm around each thigh before pulling you to his mouth. The instant his tongue and lips make contact with your wetness, all your breath leaves your body; and with the way he’s now begun a pulsating suction on your clit, you know your soul will be soon to follow. But the second your back arches off the bed and your legs begin to tremble, he pauses and switches things up, licking lazy circles around your clit. He selfishly wants to make this last.

“Fucking tease,” you whimper, collapsing back down against the bed. You let out a low moan as he slides two fingers inside you, working them in tandem with his tongue. It’s hard to describe the alluring yet slightly taboo feeling of his fingers—that you once only knew in a friendly manner: holding back your hair after one too many drinks or holding your hand while you've cried —are now inside of you on a journey to your peak. Each lick of his tongue and added friction of his mustache kindles a fire in your abdomen. Each curl of his fingers stokes the flame higher and hotter, until you're engulfed in the blaze of your orgasm. “F-uck— Derek, don’t stop!” You wail in ecstasy, reaching out to grab the back of his head as your legs clamp around the sides of his face. He works you through your orgasm, slowly and gently taming the inferno down to glowing embers.

Slowly, he begins kissing back up your torso, his bright blue eyes looking up at you through messy midnight stands. As he makes his way to your lips you can’t help but notice droplets of your arousal still clinging to the tips of his mustache like morning dew. You reach out and cup his face with both hands.

“Saving this for later?” You tease, swiping your thumbs over the residue on the dark hair of his upper lip, before pulling him in for a kiss.

Surprisingly turned on at the fact that you can still taste yourself on his tongue, you moan into the kiss as Derek fumbles with his belt and zipper. Once undone, you aid Derek in the removal of his pants and boxers, wrestling them off with your legs and feet while you continue to steal each other’s breath with your needy mouths.

With both your nude bodies pressed together, Derek reverses your positions, so he’s on the bottom but sitting upright with you perched on his lap.

“Ready?” he reaches down to graps himself, watching as he teases the head back and forth between your excited folds before guiding himself to your entrance. Both your bodies move in unison; him slowly pushing in as you sink down, then finally meeting at the hilt.

For a moment neither of you move, your eyes locked, joyful smiles spread across your face as you just take in everything that comes with being connected like this— the emotions, the sensation, the way he fits like he was molded just for you, the long awaited fantasies come to fruition. It all feels too good to be true, both you and Derek’s eyes well with happiness. A single tear rolls down your cheek and Derek thumbs it away, cradling your face.

“I love you, Y/N—,” his voice cracks “and I always will”

“I love you too, Derek I’ve waited for this for so long”

“Me too,” he smiles, pressing his forehead to yours.

Naturally, your bodies respond to one another and fall into rhythm— you rocking your hips in his lap as he gently thrusts, using your backside for leverage, pulling you in. Each following movement increases in speed and vigor until the meeting of your bodies is audible—although the sound of you chanting Derek’s name drowns it out.

“Derek, FUCK—!” You pant, as he marks up your neck. “DER—EK! Fuck you’ve got me so close!”

“Fuck, y/n, want you to ride me,” he moans breathily into your ear, pulling you down on top of him as he lays back. “Yeah, fuck, j-just like that” he grips your hips, as they rolls in waves against his pelvis.

“God, Derek, I’m so close!” You begin stirring your hips faster and faster until you feel your climax start to build.

“Me too.. Mmmhmm, Fuck, Cum for me!” He helps guide your movements when they falter and grow sloppy the closer you get to your peak.

And then it hits: a bolt of pleasure striking in your abdomen, sending tendrils of electricity buzzing through your body, as you cry out in ecstasy. The way your walls contract around him has him dangerously close as well.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” He quickly rolls you both over and pulls out, pumping himself a few times before finishing on your stomach. “S-sorry…,” he starts, out of breath. “… couldn’t remember… if you were still taking … birth control or not?”

“I.. am.” You reply, equally out of breath.

“Ok good, lemme get you cleaned up.”

Derek retreats to the bathroom and returns with a warm cloth. He wipes his remnants from you, tosses the cloth in his laundry basket and lays down beside you. You scoot closer to him and place your head on his chest,tracing delicate circles through his chest hair, while you both silently bask in the post-sex afterglow.

“I wanna lay like this forever,” Derek breaks the silence.

“Until the sky falls down on me,” You agree with a smile.

[chimkin-samich]

My take on character behavior and a glimpse of how the romancing part would work on sassy Sun

....it's really more like a rant.

But anyway.

The reason he's not passive aggressive with (oc/yn) is because they complied from the very first moment, treated him nicely and with respect, which is something so foreign to him .

He is nice to the kids not only because he's programmed to do so, but because they are the ones that hold his purpose and life, we could say, in their tiny palms.

He's nice but anxious to the kids because he needs them to like him , he needs to keep the parents complaint only from the parents and not from the kids as well.

He can't go all out with them.

Theyre tiny

They're fragile

And they hold a power over him that he despises, and avoids it with anyone else.

That said, it's not like he dislikes the kids he has to watch over , he has fun entertaining them most often than not but see, he knows that with kids there's a much clearer chance, a 50 percent chance they like him, or not.

A clarity adults don't have till last minute.

Parents and staff members stray far away from him and as often as possible , if not too busy being rude and disrespectful to him , or offering a forced smile before booking it in the other direction that simple and genuine "please"and "thank you" make his rude demeanor falter.

He's used to being treated like trash, so he had only been getting sassier in response as a form of protest.

We see in help wanted that as mad as he gets , he truly gets aggravated when we make it clear he has no power over us.

He should be worrying about the test and instead he's warning you to stop it , over and over, and that sells it for me cuz someone with badly concealed anger issues doesn't warn you more than ONCE if you're lucky.

This is clearly an insecurity display.

And we note it on moon.

If you piss him off he won't think twice to jump at your face.

Sun on the other hand , has that as a last resort only, and he's continuously pretending he has control over the situation.

.....

Idk.

Rant over.

[bloonmonnie]

So hi i am nervous but

Here is chapter 5 in 2k words i am so happy about it

Summary:

You finally discovers their names and something more is in the daycare... something is lurking in the shadows

[robinette-green]

I just went to wind my grandmother clock and the words I said to it gave me caused inspiration to slam into me and now I’m working on a new fic…

Maybe one day I’ll actually finish a fic one day.

[littlemsrose]

Have some sun,moon, and eclipse headcanons from yours truly

Sundrop/Sunrise:

He's not really that lively, when he's alone he's just that person who's always moving and sometimes talks too fast.

He does some Stims when he's happy they are: Jump in place, shake his wrists, quickly rotate his spokes, spin in the same place

Because he is a daycare attendant he has a special scent to attract children, Sun smells like honey and sunflowers, and can you sometimes smell sugar from him.

He is a hopeless romantic, always falling in love too fast, and sometimes this has caused him to get hurt too much with relationships.

He has special nicknames for the people he loves, and each one is sweeter and more childlike than the next.

When Sundrop was infected, he created anxiety and was alone, because of this he is quite talkative when he is in this state.

Definitely an cuddle bug, will hug you without any warn or anything at all, and he loves to do tackle hugs.

Moondrop/Moonrise

He is an soft spoken tired bot that is trying his best to be likeble

Because of his red eyes(someone thought it would be funny to get his eyes permanently stuck on security mode and fazbear didn't bother to change it back) some kids are so afraid of him, some of them even cried

There's an small groupof children that love him and they pretend to be asleep and when he found them they play hide and go see and other things

Moon is not romantic but he likes to give his S/O gifts, like old dolls from the glamrocks (sometimes he brings them his old dolls and think that they will toss them out :(), Clothes, and sometimes little stars made out of an paper that glow in the dark

He rarely sleep,but if he trust you enough, he'll sleep on top of you like a cat, and i don't think you'd have the guts to move to wake him up do you?

When he was infected he first hid from everyone and even the group of children who like him a lot for fear of doing anything bad,but that didn't stop glitchtrap from hunting every one of them

He is back to normal but he still feels very guilty about what he did, and you can occasionally catch him crying over it.

He doesn't like hugs but if you ask him he will hug you and control himself so he doesn't melt with the demonstration of love

Eclipse

He got stuck inside the arcade cabinet because fazbear thought he was extremely scary because of that he hates his own appearance

Extremely touched starved any touch, caress, and kiss makes him start to cry and want more of your attention as he thinks it's the last time he's going to get it.

He doesn't communicate through his voice, he communicates using his bare hands or sometimes writing things down with his fingers.

He doesn't like to hear the noises of something banging,it rememind him when he was trapped inside the arcade cabinet.

When he actually tries to speak his voice is a mixture of Sun and moon with something else, which makes it sound distorted and extremely scary he doesn't like to speak because of that either.

When Sun and Moon were caught by the virus, eclipse was the one who was blamed for doing it for and that was also one of the reasons he was locked inside the cabinet.

Please hug him as many times as you want, no matter what he will say yes as he has been trapped inside for over 4 years.

Well i hope you guys like it, if you guys have any requests please feel free to send in an ask

[crownofgildedlilies]

SUNNIEEEE number 14 for the summer prompt with leo... like i feel its SO in character (when they wear tank-tops while doing manly labor and you're just there admiring the sight) LITERALLY HIMMM imagine him adding cute mods (is that the term???) or smth to ur car and ur just sitting on a stool and kicking ur feet

leo my one true love (jason and percy don’t LOOK) also let's pretend I know things about cars :)

based on this post opening requests for blurbs with certain prompts!

mr. do it all!

pairing: leo valdez x greek demigod!reader

"Almost done?"

"Baby, I just started."

"Fine," You huffed. You weren't exactly sure why you were complaining. Leo was fixing the reason why your check engine light was on, for free, the summer sun was warm against your skin, and you were treated to the sight of your boyfriend in a tank top while he worked.

Really, you should have just been happy to sit back in watch. You didn't exactly want to admit that you might have been jealous that a car was getting all of his attention.

"Soon as I'm done, I'm all yours, pretty." Leo called out, inspecting the engine of your car with the hood open, his back to you. Trying not to flush at the nickname, you blew a puff of air past your lips before retreating to the swivel chair you had dragged out of Leo's office at the auto shop to watch him work in the front yard.

"Is it really important that you fix this right now?" You questioned, propping your elbow on the arm of the chair, chin in your palm as you watched.

"And have my baby break down on the side of the road?" Leo asked, aghast, breaking his focus long enough to shook you a look of disbelief that had you grinning. "What kind of self-respecting super mechanic smoking hot and incredibly funny boyfriend would I be then?"

"Your title gets longer each time," You snorted, shaking your head and definitely not disagreeing. Leo was nothing if not doting to you. "I want a kiss when you're done."

"Absolutely," He mock saluted, grinning crookedly before launching headfirst back into the engine of your car.

You knew that you could simply leave and go find something to entertain yourself with inside the shop, but you couldn't get yourself to move away from Leo while her worked, the sight warming something in your chest.

He teased you more than his fair share of times as he labored, grinning and winking from his spot by the car. At first, you were embarrassed at being caught out, but by the end you didn't have it in you to care.

Especially as he rested his hands on each arm of your chair to lean in for the kiss you had requested.

"Enjoy the show, princesa?" He teased, bumping his nose against yours as you scrunched your face in protest. "Your car is set and your handsome boyfriend is paying attention to you."

Your fingers knotted in the front of his tank top, pulling him closer with the fabric as you slotted your lips over his for a quick and hard earned kiss.

"Can you fix my air conditioner, next?"

[anonymous-rendezvous]

The Sun’s Embrace

💖🖤❤️ Doppio/Hex/Ver x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨.

✧ — Contains: Established Poly Relationship [Doppio/Hex/Ver], getting together, light angst, panic attack, comfort, & fluff

✦ — Word count: 4.5k | Ao3

The boys have started to notice that you’ve been avoiding them, and they have no idea why. Deciding it's time to take matters into their own hands, Doppio suggests a plan of attack. After all, there’s no way this could end badly. Right? Based on the sentence prompt - “Can I hug you?”

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Standing at your dorm door, one hand tightly clutches at the strap of your bag while the other hovers over the doorknob. “Okay, I can do this.” The statement mumbled, a sort of pep talk as your weight shifted from one foot to the other. “Just do the normal greetings, don’t make eye contact, and make it to the front door.” You didn’t need to glance at the time to know that there was already a high chance the rest of the council members were awake and hanging around in the common room. Hence your panic. ‘I knew I should’ve set another alarm.’ You think, cursing yourself with a groan.

Taking another deep breath to steel your nerves, you throw the door open and rush down the hallway, head faced forward with one goal in mind; interact as little as possible. Upon entering the common room, the scent of coffee and breakfast hits you like a truck. That seems to be all your stomach needs to remind you that eating food is important, growling loudly as if to alert the entire dorm of your presence; causing you to grumble. The room's occupants turn, finding you standing awkwardly in the hall entrance. ‘Well, there goes leaving unnoticed.’

Your attention is drawn to Meloco as she giggles. As she leans against the island of the kitchen, she waves you over. “Well, someone’s hungry! Come on, we have plenty of food here. Well, unless you want donuts.” She looks at the council president from the corner of her eyes. “Ver's pretty much eaten most of those.” She laughs as Ver turns to glare at her, returning it with a small smirk. You hesitate for a moment, however, seeing as only Kotoka and Meloco are currently making themselves some food, you enter the kitchen.

“Ah, I think I’ll just take a wrap. Not feeling like a full-course breakfast today.”

Kotoka pipes up as she hears you and happily walks over to you. “Oh, I’m eating one too! Here I grabbed one for later, but you can have this one. I’ll just take a different one.” After giving her a brief thanks, you make your way to the fridge and grab a water, subtly taking a peek at the other three members. Ver is sitting on the couch enjoying a cup of coffee as he talks to Hex, who is enjoying some tea. ‘ Good, ’ you think to yourself, ‘ they’re in the same spot. ’ After staring for probably a bit too long at the pair, you close the fridge and look around for Doppio. Your eyes scan the room until you find him at the dining table, devouring his breakfast; not at all waiting for the girls that are going to sit with him.

You can’t help the fond chuckle that slips from your lips as you slide the bottled water into your bag. Once that's put away, you start opening your wrap while edging your way back out of the kitchen. “Okay, well, I gotta get going now. I’ll see you all later!” You make a rush for the door, causing everyone to startle; heads tilting simultaneously in confusion. In such a hurry you don’t see Ver quickly stand from the couch and try to make his way to you.

“Woah wait,” he hurriedly speaks up, hand reaching out in an attempt to try to slow you. “I wanted to discuss something with you today. We still have a fair amount of time before classes, so why don’t you sta–” He’s unable to even finish his sentence before you cut him off, the door already half-open in front of you.

“Ah, sorry, Kaichou, really gotta go. Okay, bye!” Your words are a rush as the door is quickly shut behind you. Ver stands there bewildered as he’s left staring at the door for a few seconds, processing what the hell just happened. He only regains his composure when Kotoka's voice suddenly breaks the silence, turning to look in her direction.

“Wonder what they're in such a hurry for.” The half-blonde pouts in thought before gasping, “I wonder if they have a date!” She turns towards the other, a beaming smile on her face. “Why else would they be in such a hurry?”

Ver feels a ghost of a frown cross his lips at the suggestion. However, Hex interjects before he’s able to turn down her suggestion, raising a hand in a calming motion. “Come now, Koto, let’s not jump to conclusions. They could be going to ask a professor about a class or maybe it’s something to do with family. There are many other reasons for them to be in such a hurry.”

“Ah well, I guess you’re right. It’d be exciting if it was true, though!” She laughs as she makes her way to the table with Meloco, the girls claiming the open seats across from Doppio.

“I think you just want a reason to fawn over them, Koto,” Meloco takes a sip from her coffee, then gives her a sly smile. “You’d just fangirl over watching them be all lovey-dovey like watching a Shoujo.”

Kotoka pouts, ready to object, but is interrupted by Doppio joining the conversation. “Ohhh right! That would explain all the manga I see in your room with the people kissing on the cover.”

“Doppio!” Kotoka screeches at him from across the table, trying to reach over to hit him as he just cackles from his seat, leaning back to make sure she can’t reach him.

Ver and Hex watch on, shaking their heads affectionately. Though Hex notices the hint of melancholy on Ver’s face, standing from the couch to talk to him. Reaching a hand out, he gently cups the small of the shorter man's back, the council president's eyes shifting to meet his. Leaning forward, Hex keeps his voice low as he whispers in the other's ear, “What’s wrong? Worried about them?”

Ver sighs and crosses his arms, turning his body slightly towards the other while lowering his voice as well. “How can I not be? I’m sure you’ve noticed it too... They’ve been avoiding us for weeks, Hex. And it’s only been the two of us and Doppio. They seem fine with the girls…”

Hex adjusts his glasses, silent for a moment before he responds. “I’ve noticed it too… I can’t think of anything we’ve done wrong. And even if there was, I’d like to believe they'd tell us… The past few weeks have been the same as always, so what’s changed?” Silence hangs between them as Ver thinks it over, recalling the past few weeks in his mind; not able to pinpoint a single clue that could help them. They’re so lost in thought they almost don’t notice Doppio joining them, Kotoka and Meloco having already left for class.

He looks between them both before questioning, “What’s wrong? You both look like you're thinking hard about something. Is it what we talked about last week?” Their pair of eyes look up at Doppio as he speaks, and Hex is quick to answer him.

“Ah, no no, I think that’s been settled between all of us Dopi.” He gives the taller man a smile before continuing; expression becoming sullen. “We’re worried about what happened earlier, you know, with…”

Doppio’s eyes blink open in recognition, putting his hands on his hips. “Ohhh yeah, what was that about? Do either of you know what’s with them avoiding me recently? They’ve stopped showing up to our weekly game nights!” He pouts, and he drops his head, sulking to himself.

“Okay, good, so you’ve noticed it as well. They’ve been doing it to all three of us then. We need a plan to handle this quickly before things spiral. This isn’t just bad for the council… but for our friendship with them as well.” Ver sighs once again, bringing a hand up to his mouth in thought.

“Actually, I think I have an idea…” Doppio pulls them both into a huddle, explaining his idea to them. Exchanging looks of confusion as the trio talks it out, but eventually, they agree to set the plans in motion. They agree to message if anything came up. They parted ways, heading to their own classes. Though not before Hex presses a kiss to each boys’ temples.

Feeling a little lighter than before, Ver waves them off with a smile. ‘ Let’s just hope that they're willing to cooperate even a little, or else it could all go out the window. ’ He thinks, sighing as the smile slips from his face. Now all they need to do is wait.

Really, that’s all they can do.

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Time passes as your day goes on. It’d be just like any other if you weren’t constantly watching out for the trio anytime they pass you in the hall. Every time you saw them, you’d panic and immediately take cover, trying to calm your racing heart. Ducking behind arches on campus. Sliding into the nearest bathroom until they walked away. Whatever it took to avoid running into them. You hated it. Hated having to avoid them ever since this stupid crush had started brewing in your heart; making you avoid your friends. You’d been content for a long time just being their friend, so why did your stupid feeling decide to spring this on you? Especially for three people!

Letting out a big sigh, your shoulders sag as you wearily tug open the council building's doors, making it back after your last class. Planning to get some work done before passing out, you slide your jacket off and hang it on the coat rack before taking off your shoes, remembering to shut the door behind you. After setting your shoes aside, you take a sweep around the common room – almost sighing in relief when you don’t spot anyone else. Moving further in, you can’t help but notice just how quiet the building is. There’s a chance everyone is still wondering about campus, or maybe a mission suddenly sprung up. The thought helps to ease your tension, heading toward your room. However, just as you’re about to reach out for the doorknob, three tall figures suddenly slide in front of it, startling you as they block you from the safety of your room.

“Ah! What the hell, guys? You can’t just come out of nowhere–” Suddenly, Hex and Doppio are on either side of you, hooking their arms beneath yours and lifting you up. “Wait, what are you doing? Gu–guys? Guys?! Where are we going?” None of them grant you an answer, continuing to carry your struggling body, feet kicking in protest as Ver leads the way toward his room. As though they’ve practiced this before, Kaichou swiftly opens his door and holds it open as the other two pull you into his mini-apartment with ease. The door shuts with a thump, and you're only released when the lock clicks into place.

Both Hex and Doppio take a step back as you scramble to stand straight, turning on your heel to scold them. “What the fuck, guys? Is this some sort of prank? What is Doppio paying you two?” You squint between Hex and Ver. It’s unnerving, however, when they return your gaze with serious expressions. Your arms subconsciously wrap around yourself in comfort, voice cracking as you ask, “Ummm, what's going on he–” 

“Don’t act like you don’t know.” Ver steps closer to you, which causes you to step back. He notices, making no further effort to close the distance; subconsciously softening his expression. Looking at Hex and Doppio behind him, they give him subtle nods, and he continues. Locking eyes with you, he asks, “You’ve been avoiding us, haven’t you?” You break eye contact first, seemingly finding the wall behind him to be much more interesting. Ver lets out a heavy sigh as he rubs his temple. “Listen, if we’ve done something wrong, you need to tell us. Because we have no idea, and being avoided like this isn’t gonna solve the problem…”

Hands clenched at your sides, biting down harder on your lip with each of his words, still unable to look at him. You can’t bring yourself to look at any of them. In truth, you’d known it was only a matter of time until they confronted you. It was unavoidable. Though you wish you could have had more time to prepare.

The silence stretches on. Hex lets out a long breath, crossing his arms over his chest, ready to break this standstill – however, you beat him to the punch. “You–” Your throat feels tight, having to force the words out as you try to remember to breathe, “None of you have done anything wrong…” 

“Then why have you been avoiding us, darling?” Hex inquires, taking a step forward to stand beside Ver. If you had taken even a small glance at him, you might have seen the worry etched deep into his expression.

The pet name causes your heart to ache, hands moving to clutch at your shirt tightly; almost too tightly. “Be–because…” Frustration builds in your throat as you try to find the proper way to put this. Except, everything you think of just results in you outing yourself. Exposing your crush. Swallowing hard, you close your eyes tightly. It's hard to think over the sound of blood rushing in your ears - your heart pounding. The feelings you thought you could keep quiet bubble up until there’s no choice left but to let them spill out. “Because I’ve been dealing with these stupid feelings for you all, and I hate it! If I just– I thought if I just avoided you all, they’d go away, eventually. They’d have to, right? And–and then everything could go back to normal…” People say telling the truth can make you feel lighter, and yet it feels as though it’s dragged you down further. There’s a knot in your stomach, and the tightness in your throat grows worse; making it hard to breathe. Hell, just knowing you're in Ver’s room makes you feel sick. Standing in the middle of his space, encircled by his things – by him – makes these feelings worse.

Dreading what you think is to come next; the rejection, the scolding, the disgust. Even in your best-case scenario of one of them liking you, the one that does gets mad that your feelings are split. Not trusting you in the process. The anxiety makes you feel small, the knot in your stomach twisting– making you feel like you're going to puke, breathing heavy and shallow.

You’re so lost in your own head you can’t hear them calling your name in a panic. Reality rushing back to you as you register a warmth on your back. Your eyes open – when had you closed them? – except everything seems blurred. Raising a hand to rub blurriness away, it’s only then do you realize it’s because of tears. It takes a moment longer for you to realize you're crouched on the floor and a hand is running soothing circles over your back. Rubbing away what’s left of the tears, you take a deep, albeit shaky breath before looking towards the source of the comforting touch. Doppio is kneeling on the floor beside you, the Duke of Discipline likely having reached you first, but with a glance, you find Hex and Ver close by.

“Wha–” You have to cut your words off with a cough, trying to clear the uncomfortable feeling in your throat. “What happened?” The question had more so been directed at yourself because, really; ‘Tell me I didn’t just have a panic attack over losing them in front of them.’

“Well,” Doppio starts, “you were telling us about your feelings before going quiet. Your breathing had already seemed off, but then you started hyperventilating and practically caved in on yourself. Really scared us there. We thought you were gonna pass out.” The entire time he explains, Doppio keeps rubbing your back, the feel of his touch comforting. A bit too comforting for your complicated emotions right now, honestly. “Hex wanted to use his powers on you, but Ver said it might just make you panic again afterward. But I didn’t want to just leave you alone, so I thought some nice back rubs could help! Is it helping?” His head tilts in such an endearing way that you can’t stop your affection for him from growing stronger.

“Can… I hug you ?” The words slip past your lips without you thinking before quickly covering your mouth. What you hadn’t expected, however, is how suddenly you’re engulfed by Doppio’s arms; zero hesitation as he pulls you against his chest. Your hands shift from your mouth to his jacket, ready to push him away and explain yourself, except– you can’t bring yourself to. No, you don’t want to. Not when it feels so nice. Not when he smells so sweet and like home. Your heart pounds somehow faster when he rests his cheek on the top of your head, holding you tightly. Being so caught up in the hug, you almost miss the other two talking, something about water and finding a blanket; you don’t really catch all of it. Lost in your own world within the comfort of Doppio's arms.

By the time the pair have reappeared, your breathing has steadied, and you feel much calmer than you had before. Except… you still have emotions to deal with, and with every interaction you’ve had the past few minutes, it’s only made them worse. You practically feel the heat radiating off your face, palms sweaty as Doppio slowly lets you go, a rare sweet smile on his face as he looks at you. Embarrassed, you swivel your head away, looking up at Ver as you hear him approach and offer you a hand.

“Come on, let’s move outta my entryway. I think the living room would be more comfortable than sitting on the floor.” Taking his hand, he helps you up with ease, offering you a glass of water once you're steady. You quietly thank him before taking a big sip, the three leading you to the couch. It’s not a long walk to his living room and when you take your spot on the couch, you feel something being draped over you. Looking down, you realize it’s a blanket. One hand reaches up to brush against the soft fabric, while the other clutches at the cup of water in your lap. The couch dips beside you, and naturally, you turn your head to find Hex taking claim to one spot next to you. He’s sitting in such proximity to you, his thigh practically touches yours, his body angled in your direction.

Jerking your head back down, you stare at the water in the cup, trying not to acknowledge the closeness. This gives you a chance to see Doppio settle himself on the coffee table in front of you, not offering many places for you to look other than at your lap. Lucky for you, Ver speaks up, sitting on the other side of you; thankfully, at a more respectable distance.

“There we go. This is much better, right?” He watches the way you nod stiffly. The council president’s gaze softens as he watches you and speaks even softer as he places a hand on your back; replicating what Doppio was doing earlier. “Listen, we aren’t mad or upset at you for the way you're feeling. It’s okay to feel things and sometimes emotions change over time. That doesn’t make them bad, it just means that – in this case – you’ve found yourself more comfortable with us, right?” Ver chuckles, endeared as he watches the way you turn to look at him; shocked eyes locking with calm, muted magenta.

Shaking your head, your gaze shifts back down before returning to him, expression pensive. “Ar–are you sure? I mean it’s…” You pause, swallowing hard. “It’s not just feelings for one of you, it’s all three of you. Won’t that complicate things?”

Doppio laughs, quickly drawing your attention to him. “No, not at all! This works out perfectly for us. It's a win!”

“... Huh?” You tilt your head, looking at him with utter confusion.

“Well,” Hex finally speaks up from the other side of you, drawing your attention to him now, “he could have said it better, but we’ve actually been discussing our feelings for you and each other for a few months now, darling.” He chuckles, placing a hand lightly on your knee. “We all came to an agreement that if you liked us too, we’d share or even officially get together. We’ve been careful to keep it private for the past few weeks. Didn't need people butting in and asking questions when we didn’t even know if you liked us or not. I mean, we wanted you to be a part of us from the very start…” 

Blinking a couple of times, you can’t help but stare off into space, completely baffled by this new information. Once you give it a moment, you gather enough of your senses back to speak. “Wait, wait …” Your head twists around, looking towards each of them before settling back on the therapist beside you. “So all this time that I’ve been avoiding you, the three of you have discussed this? And… and you like me back?” 

“I’d even go so far and say ‘I love you’, but Ver told me to save that.” Hex laughs as he watches you get immensely flustered, sputtering out your words. Ver, reaching around you, lightly hits him on the arm and gives the taller man a soft glare. 

“Well, so much for ‘ saving ’ that…” He sighs before leaning a bit closer to get your attention, moving his hand to your shoulder. “But yes, we all like you. Though, even if we didn’t, there was no need to be so scared about talking to us about it. I might be the council president, but I am also your friend. I’m sure the other two feel the same as well.” He looks to Hex and Doppio for confirmation, and both nod in agreement.

Seeing that, you can’t help but huff, shoulders relaxing a bit. “I guess… I guess I over-complicated it by avoiding it, didn’t I?” The trio nods in unison, causing you to let out a bigger huff. “Well shit, what else is new…” Taking a deep breath, you set your water down on the coffee table, careful not to set it too close to Doppio. You look at Hex’s hand on your thigh and Ver’s hand on your shoulder before gazing at Doppio, who’s sitting in front of you. Taking in the fact you have three new boyfriends now, you pat the hands that are on you, looking around at the trio. “This is definitely a surprise, but I… I’m glad that it worked out so well. I feel really bad for avoiding you all for so long, though, so I’ll have to find some way to make it up to you.”

“Hehehe~” The three of you hear Doppio let out a mischievous giggle, which instinctively makes you nervous. “I can think of a few ways, but I think I got the perfect idea for this specific scenario!” He scoots to the edge of the coffee table, leaning forward so he’s just inches from your face.

“U–uh,” You slightly panicked, looking to the other two for help. Bad idea. The pair – who had quickly picked up on the duke’s idea – decide to play along, leaning their faces closer to you as well. You don’t know whether the heat you feel is the blood rushing to your face or their breath fanning across your skin, quickly looking between them as you plead. “Gu–guys, come on. No need to get so hasty! I can, umm, do chores for you? Or maybe, uh, laundry! I know nobody likes doing laundry!”

“Aww look, our baby’s getting all embarrassed.” You glare as Hex teases you further, his words dripping with honey, as his thumb draws circles along the side of your knee. “What? Don’t want kisses from your new boyfriends?”

You pout in response. “No, no, I do. I mean, um, fuck– I just–” Your mind spins as your heartbeat pound in your ears, hands gripping at the fabric on your thighs. They don’t give you time to think, taking your words as consent as they move closer; lips colliding with your skin. Doppio reaches his hands forward, placing one on your knee opposite Hex’s hand, and the other grips the therapist’s arm as he places a chaste kiss on your lips. Ver and Hex – seeing as your lips are occupied – kiss your cheeks. Ver’s are feather-light and slow, whereas Hex’s are a bit more forceful and quick. You feel nearly overwhelmed by all the sudden affection. The only thing you're able to muster is kissing Doppio back, puckering your lips every time he briefly pulls back. You can feel how he smiles against your lips, giggling as he fulfills your silent requests.

A few minutes pass of them just showering you with kisses, and when they deem they’ve had sufficient payment, they pull back; smiling as they’ve left you in a different kind of daze now. You wonder if this is how the Pokemon Spinda feels, tottering about. The men can’t help but laugh, completely endeared as Hex snakes his arm around your waist to keep you steady, as you recollect yourself. 

Placing a hand on your chest, you take slow deep breaths before asking, “I’m gonna have to get used to that, aren’t I?” 

“Mhm! Let’s see you avoided us for…” Doppio starts counting on his fingers before shooting you another mischievous smile. “A week and a half? So we have a fair bit to make up for.” You let out a nervous yet amused sigh as Doppio makes this arrangement in front of you, knowing that you can’t argue your way out of the hole you’ve dug yourself.

‘Oh boy, I’m really in for it now, aren’t I?’

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Bonus added by Mod I ✨ as a funny hehe haha:

The four of you have ended up in a cuddle pile, barely fitting all together on Ver’s couch. Said man suddenly stiffens against you. You shoot him a curious glance as he pulls back enough to glare at the counselor beside you. “Hex?”

“Yes, dear?” He smoothly replies.

“Is that your hand on my butt?” You have to smack a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh.

“It’s an accident.”

“...........It’s still on my butt, Hex.” The glare on the council president’s face is dark. However, Hex just smiles sweetly back.

“It’s still an accident.”

“Hey no fair!” Doppio whines, sliding his hand down beside Hex’s. “If Hex gets a handful of Kaichou, I want one, too.”

“Get out.”

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[triplexdoublex]

Sneak Peek of Mod fic

*he’s not famous in this so using his real name, Derek.

🥵🥵🥵🥵

‘He continues to suck and tease your breasts, really getting into it, when suddenly his mustache brushes against your sensitive nipple making you laugh.

Derek pauses a moment. “What’s so funny?”

“Your mustache—it tickles.”

“Yeah?.. .” he smirks. “I’ll show where else it tickles,” he quickly tugs you down to the foot of the bed; his fingers hooked in the waistband of your leggings and panties,pulling them to your ankles in the process. You kick them off the rest of the way and Derek settles between your legs, wrapping an arm around each thigh before pulling you to his mouth. The instant his tongue and lips make contact with your wetness, all your breath leaves your body; and with the way he’s now begun a pulsating suction on your clit, you know your soul will be soon to follow.

🥵🥵🥵🥵

[chimkin-samich]

"their worst nightmare"

Under the cut:

⚠️trigger warning⚠️

eye strain and robot gore

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Or alternatively

"regret"

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Or alternatively:

"ill"

[cleverri]

Hiya would you possibly be able to Do Macaque, Sun Wukong and (and possibly) Syntax who’s gained a crush on S/O, but the S/O is extremely shy and awkward?

MULTI x SHY!AWKWARD!READER | written by MOD clever

warnings; none

Six-Eared Macaque, Sun Wukong, and Syntax who’s crush is shy and awkward...

Six-Eared Macaque

- He is honestly, out of these three at least, the most to actually gain a crush on someone who’s shy and awkward. It depends really, but he’ll just learn that they are just, really considerate and easy to fluster.

- They probably don’t talk often, especially with strangers, and with that he can relate, he doesn’t exactly like talking to strangers either. Although he’s just able to hide that feeling much better.

- But, if they know each other, then let’s just say he’d give a lot of flirty teases. He’ll play it off as a joke, for *both* of their sakes, but is genuinely interested in how it would play out.

- I said it before, he has trust issues. He may actually think it’s an act, deceit. At first. If he takes legitimate interest, he’ll stick around, and soon realize that, maybe he was wrong about his thoughts on them.

- If anything were to ever make fun of, or verbally attack his crush just for not being talkative, or too scared to talk to people, he’ll simply appear behind his crush and glare at the person. Like I said, simple.

- He doesn’t try to break them out of their shell. He gets it, uncomfortable to talk to people, just wants to stay reserved so nobody else can disturb them. He understands. If they want to change, then he’ll *try* to help, but otherwise, he likes them for who they are.

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Sun Wukong

- I can picture him 50/50, it really depends. He’s a stubborn, charming, and a bit egotistical of a creature. While, yes, he’s reserved, just not to the point where he’s not willing to talk to people. He needs time to understand that being shy is just, something some people can’t exactly control.

- His outgoing personality definitely clashes against his crush’s personality. He’s going to try and change that, make them more confident and have some selflessness. Patience is key here, I’ll be honest.

- Similar to Macaque, he’ll think it’s a trick, but only for a second. He’ll realize that his crush just doesn't like interacting with people, and keeps to themselves. Even if he finds it confusing, he doesn’t get involved until his crush actually develops over them.

- FLIRT- A HUGE FLIRT TRUST ME- He’ll stick around often and be a bit affectionate even. He likes seeing how flustered they can get.

Anyone ever tried to insult (Y/N) for being shy? Welp, they’re gonna have to deal with a very stubborn and sassy monkey, that’s for sure. He doesn’t like when people are mean to others, especially when it’s something they’ve just, grown with.

- A bit awkward around them at first, due to the opposite personalities, but over time, will become overprotective and charming towards them. They just have to learn how to deal with this childish monkey.

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Syntax (FINALLY!!!)

- Okay, listen, this man doesn’t go well with shy and awkward people. He’s so used to competitiveness and anger, he thinks he doesn’t have time for people like that. Not to say he can’t fall for someone like that, it’s just less likely.

- He’s smart, *way* too egotistical for his own good. His personality just doesn’t seem to go well with someone who’s shy and doesn’t like talking to people. Another one who needs patience in order for this relationship to actually work out.

- This man is so confused when he develops a crush, because huh??? WHY??? They’d have to be around him for a long time, and even then, he’s still trying to get used to their shyness. Trust me though, after he figures out how this would work, it works out *well-*

- A bit of a flirt? I feel like he’d do it unintentionally and react confused when he sees his crush all flustered and red faced- Before realizing himself and quickly moves on from the situation. He continues to then ignore them for the next hour cause he’s stupid with emotions-

- The second someone even shows signs of hurting his crush’s feelings, he’s over there, slyfully and proudly insulting them, being a smartass. Belittling them, insulting their intelligence, it’s a funny and entertaining scene, really.

- This relationship just, needs time, that’s all. Take time to actually get used to the other, and learn how to clash with their personalities. If he genuinely likes them, he’s going to tru hard with it.

[bloonmonnie]

Chapter 2 is out,and alpha is going to be confronted by freddy

[axofluff]

The masked giant || Fem!reader x Konig

・❥・Masterlist

・❥・Tags/warnings: Nothing really much to say other than use of guns, first meeting, strangers to friends/crush,

・❥・Summary: With Ghost and the most of task force 141 out on a mission, leaving you behind. They assigned you to a new person...although he isn't what you thought, ・❥・Word count: 1926 ・❥・A/N: Wanted to start on my Konig mini series for the Fem!reader pov so I figured why not start with strangers to friends. Might make this mini series a slow burn since I HC Konig to be more shy and sheltered than Ghost.

BEEP BEEP BEEP You groggily slam your hand on the alarm clock, its daylight already and the rest of the team's already gone. You rub your eyes and sit up and stretch of any remaining sleep that is clinging onto you. Checking the schedule for today, you notice you have to meet your new supervisor whilst the teams out on an important mission. You knew almost nothing to who your suppose to meet other than "Konig- Training grounds 8AM." By his first name, you instantly knew he was somewhat either German or Austrian. You figured to take a quick shower since you still had an hour, the warm water running over your skin as you allow it to refill your energy. You always focused better when you was clean, although training was surely gonna make you sweat later on. Once done you decide to head over to the training grounds, you were 15 minuets early but its better to be early than late right? The sun hung up nicely in the sky and it was oddly warm for an autumn day. The base was quiet still at this time, the odd clangs and bangs from the garage as the mechanics work on the variety of vehicles that you had. Arriving at the training camp, you put your bag and water bottle down on one of the benches supplied. It's quiet...almost too quiet. You were so used to hearing Soap's cringy banter and Ghost's gruff voice as he barks commands at you. Complaining every time you missed a target. You decide to head over to the targets, a rifle on the table catches your eye. What's an unsupervised gun doing out...loaded to? Your curiosity gets the better of you as you pick it up and you aim it down at a target 10 Meters away from the post. "H-hello?" A thick germen accent suddenly causes you to lose focus and you turn around and your heart drops in your chest, A man around 6'10 looms over you, his arms crossed. His eyes glare behind the curtain draped on his head, secured on what seems to be a modded bike helmet. You suddenly put the gun down and you feel so small against him and this is the first time you've genuinely felt true fear here. His frame suddenly loosens as he realizes he's scaring at you. "Ah...I'm sorry...you must be yc/s (Your call sign), yes?" He extends his very large hand to you. It's as big as your head and you shyly accept it, his hand grips on yours. His huge fingers encasing yours in a tight shake. "Yes..." You squeak and you suddenly feel embarrassed, not quite sure on how to approach the giant before you. "I'm sorry if my size scares you....hah...well I'm Konig. I was told by Ghost to be your instructor whilst they were way the next few weeks. I...uhh...have never been a supervisor before." He plays with his mask and you can tell he's just as nervous as you are. How can such a person be so scared at his height? You think to yourself as his gaze is now soft. His green eyes avoiding eye contact with you as he glances to the side. "Ah...It's nice to meet you Konig. Please....just call me y/n. No need to be formal. " You nod, it hurts to crane your neck to look at him. You've never seen a man so tall, yet feel so shy

"Y-you too Y/n...such a pretty name haha...I hope you don't mind me saying that...I...uh....heh, anyways..." Konig gets all flustered and clears his throat. "Price gave me a training schedule for you to do...today's was just some spotting...I'm assuming you know how to work a rifle. So why don't you go ahead and take a few rounds at the targets for half an hour or so and we can move from there." "Sure, and not at all! Your not the first to mention it...I'll go ahead and load a rifle and shoot." You can't help but form a small blush. "Good...I'll watch..." He nods lightly as you pick the rifle again and aim down sight. Taking a breath before checking ammo count, realizing the mag's already full you turn safety off and you begin to drill bullets at the target. Missing a few but hitting the majority. After the mags done you take it out and switch it for a new mag, locking it in place before moving onto the next target. "Always aim a little higher when shooting targets at a longer distance." Konig calls out, you nod in reply and continue your attack. Still missing a lot. Two very large hands grab your waist and pull you upwards to change your stance. "Arms up...out stretched. Keep back upright." Konig re aligns your stance and you can't help but feel butterflies in your stomach. The slightest touch sending you shivers. He suddenly let's go of you and walks off. Leaving you a flustered mess. You've never felt this strange fuzzy feeling and you do your best to push those aside. Konig was caring unlike Ghost, the way he talks, his body movemnts. Ghost was always belittling you, shouting at you. It was a nice change of pace for once. "Carry on...that should be better for you." Konig gives you the sign to carry on. You take his advice and fire another round. This time hitting 95% of your shots and you smile to yourself. "There you go...you aren't so bad after all haha!" Konig chuckles behind you and the sound erupts through you. Like a lions growl. It's enough to make you stop and freeze. "Is everything alright y/n?" He takes a sudden concern to how silent you just went. "Yeah...yeah just happy I was able to hit that target. ..T-thank you Konig." You turn your head around and flash him a small smile at the man. "Did ghost not teach you that at all...?" He tilts his head, pointing at your rifle in your hands. "No, just assumed I learnt it in bootcamp...shouted at me every time I missed." You shake your head as your eyes meet his again but this time he doesn't look away, the stare holding a little longer before you suddenly realize your staring. "Sorry...Konig...can I ask you something personal?" You bite your lip, itching to know how he was so tall. "Natürlich...of course" He leans against the wall next to you, nodding gently as he gives you permission. ((Natürlich- Of course.)) "How are you...well...so tall?" Your eyes glance from his feet to his eyes. "Ahhh...well...my Vater was quite tall...I don't actually know why I'm so big." He chuckles again, looking down. ((Vater- Father))

"Ah, I assume your height must cause you some issues with being a soldier." Your desire to get to know Konig etched more and more, the masked giant maybe wasn't so scary after all. "Funny you should mention that...I wanted to be a sniper...they took me off the course since I was way to tall. Now, I just mostly do demolitions  and I'm a insertion specialist. Nothing fancy of what you and the task force does. " Konig shrugs, his eyes never leave you but as soon as you look back he quickly looks away bashfully.

"I haven't been on any serious mission with the boys...I'm still classed as new. It's why I didn't go with them today. I'm sure I'll get my fair share of action with them in time. Have my own scars to tell." You put the rifle down and shake your head, knowing your not the best soldier to be placed in the same honor if the team, but you felt proud none the less Konig recognized you as such. "Don't think so lowly of yourself. Y/n, I'm sure your strong, we all start off as a small bird waiting for its wings. You'll develop yours in time." He catches you off by guard, almost like he's reading your mind. "That means a lot Konig...thank you." You can't help but feel so drawn to him, yet you don't know why. You hardly knew nothing of the man yet it feels like you've known him from somewhere before. "It's a pleasure Y/n...We're getting off course haha...why don't you try with a sidearm now?" Konig heads over and hands you a small pistol. You smile as you accept it and you walk to the spot again. This time taking Konigs advice again and you fire. Hitting every bullet. "Look at you! You'll be the best shooter this team has seen in no time!" Konig tease's walking over and giving your shoulder a small squeeze. You blush again at the sudden contact, feeling your cheeks run pink. "Ah...I'm sorry." Konig pulls away and he begins to franticly blurt out an apology. His hands suddenly fumble with his pouches at the front, wanting a distraction. "No no It's okay!" You reassure him, smiling warmly and even though you can't see his face. You can tell he's smiling back. His demeanor was surprisingly warn and inviting, you can't help but want to learn more. You and Konig both go through target practice, he makes small adjustments here and there but none the less, you hit most of your shots. You feel Konig warm to you during your session as you both trade light banter and he doesn't stutter as much. If anyone walked in, they'd assume you were life long friends. "You did well, care to join me for lunch?" Konig helps you clear the shells and you put away the guns back in their designated areas. "Sure, I'd love to." You smile and grab your bag and water bottle. Konig nods and you follow him to the cafeteria. It was rather quiet and the only thing on the menu today was some soup. You wouldn't complain though as your starving. You both find a small table and he sits in front of you. He was still towering over you as you both sat. You looked like an innocent child with her father. The broth in your hands was just asking to be eaten and you hungrily take a sip only for it to burn your tongue and you drop your spoon. "Ah ah hot hot hot!" You take a swig of your water, hoping to sooth the pain. Your tongue screaming in pain. "Are you ok, y/n?" Konig leans over, his frame looming over. Your heart catches in your throat, hammering away at your fragile chest, "Y-yeah, just burnt my tongue. I'm rather hungry today, I should be more careful." You swirl your spoon in the soup, blowing on it gently. "You are certainly clumsy, Kleiner." He chuckles, shaking his head. ((Kleiner- Little one)) "It just smells good." You reply laughing, a smile forming on your face "Y/n your blushing...how cute." You never knew you was blushing and you look down shyly. You look down at your soup and you see your reflection in the spoon and it proves right, looking right back in the spoon you see your cheeks a rosy red. "S-sorry...it's the soup." You play it off, knowing the reason why your blushing is because of him. You just couldn't help it. The mysterious man just had this effect that made you craving more. "I can tell I'm gonna enjoy these next few weeks with you, y/n." Konig chuckles, leaning back. He cross's his arms, looking at you with a soft stare, his mask moves gently as he breaths. "I shall look forward to it." You decide to take another sip of your soup and this time its not like eating lava of the sun, turning your gaze back to the soup to hide your blushing. Your butterfly's racing around in your chest.

Were you falling for someone you just met?

Was it even possible?

[littlemsrose]

Hello there you reading this right now, i am rose and i am 25 and welcome to my little blog.

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I saw your gojo x social anxious reader. i get a lot of sensory overload and gojo satoru is a comfort characger. Can i have some imagines to how he would help someone dealing with overload?

hii hii~! i love this ask!! ՞ ⸝⸝>v<⸝⸝ ՞⸜ ♡ ⸝💕gojo is my biggest comfort character ever my fellow gojo nation friend :3 AND I LOVE HIM SO SO SO MUCHHHHHH <333 i was so so SO happy to work on this!!! >w< i really hope it touches your heart! <3 also, the fic just kept getting longer and longer in the blink of an eye cuz ideas kept popping up in my head as it went along hehe! i am NOT and never will be physically capable of being normal when it comes to this man ASKDJHFDJKS - ENJOYYYYYY!!! >:DDD

~ Mod Astraea!!!

Walking hand in hand with Gojo excitedly, you’re over the moon to be heading to see a movie at the theaters. Choosing to go the more scenic route to enjoy a walk together, you both ended up near a big park. You thought it would be nice and peaceful, that you would be able to enjoy nature and take your time, only to find out there was a huge crowd for some kind of event. Which happened to include playing the drums and whistling. On top of it, you could suddenly feel the sun’s harsh rays hitting your face more than before, which wasn't helping at all. The lights blind your eyes, and the loud noises make you feel lightheaded. Too loud…too bright…it all feels so overwhelming, and your heartbeat starts to race. At this moment, you wish you could just transform the area to be calm and depopulated. 

And that’s when amidst everything, you feel a gentle squeeze of your hand. It’s a reassuring gesture from Gojo, who instinctively senses your discomfort without you even having to utter a word. “(Y/n), what’s wrong?” He stops in his tracks and looks down, his attention fully focused on you now. 

You squeeze it back and look up at him, noticing that your legs are wobbling a bit like a newborn baby fawn. You squeeze his hand harder, finding it to be the one source of stability and comfort in the moment. Squeezing it so hard and you can feel the pads of your fingers wedge deep within his hand, and he lets you. Even with his glasses on, you can tell he looks so concerned by the way the corner of his mouth turns slightly downright. You open your mouth, wanting to tell him you're okay, to tell him not to worry - but you just can’t. When you’re with him, it just feels right to be open about everything. Impossible to hide anything from him. So instead of the words I’m fine coming out of your slightly parted lips, you confess, “it’s all too loud…it’s too much…” 

In one fluid motion, Gojo drapes his cream colored coat around your shoulders, and you feel it’s warmth envelop you. The first thing you notice after that is the smell. It’s minty and woody, with notes of blue hibiscus. It smells like Gojo. It smells like home. 

In no time, he quickly takes you to a secluded area, deeper into the forest where you guys are away from the action. “Just breathe, breathe, breathe.” You’re trying your best, but the world just feels like it’s shaking and your breaths are still spastic. Gojo takes off his glasses abruptly and takes his hand up to your face, tilting your chin, making you look directly into his eyes. “Look at me. Look at me. You’re fine, I’m right here. Just focus on me.” 

He stares into your eyes, and you notice they look different. More beautiful than usual. Maybe it’s because they’re laced with worry and concern? You stare back. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t wanna make us late to the movie because of this-“

“Screw the movie! Don’t you dare apologize.”

You cling onto his shirt, and he lets you. Not only that, he pulls you in closer, rubbing his hand up and down your back reassuringly: protectively. Taking off his limitless completely, as you cradle your head into his chest to listen to the sound of his heartbeat. It’s so steady and strong, and becomes the anchor in the storm. You focus on its rhythm, matching your breaths to its cadence. With every inhale and exhale, you feel a sense of serenity washing over you. It’s so comforting and warm; you feel so safe within his arms as his presence envelops you, cocooning you from the chaos that was overwhelming you just moments ago and start to feel yourself calm down a little. 

"You're doing great," Gojo murmurs softly, his voice a soothing melody that wraps around you like a soft embrace. "Remember, there's no rush. We have all the time in the world. Just be here, in this moment, with me."

With each passing second, your tense muscles begin to relax, and the world which made you feel like you had sunken under water now felt like you had your head over the surface. Just enough to speak. 

“Satoru…,” you muffle softly, head still in his chest.

“Hm?” He’s quick to respond. 

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“I…it’s just that, a lot of things can just be too much for me in the moment and- and you’re always there to help me but I can’t help but feel like I’m being a burden-“

“Stop right there-,” Gojo’s interrupts, his voice firm yet gentle.

“But I mean…! Don’t you feel like protecting the weak is well…necessary but still tiring?” You look up at him, tears welling in your eyes. “I- I don’t want for you to feel burdened with me or like I’m a constant reminder of your work.”

Gojo’s gaze softens at you, and his hand cups your cheek, as he wipes away a tear from your eyes. “Listen to me, (y/n). You’re not weak. I mean it.” His tone is serious and caring, and his facial features show nothing but genuine concern for you. “You’re a strong, brilliant person. And it’s not the same. I want to protect you. I want to be by your side and look out for you and make sure you’re always smiling and safe. Protecting you has never been a burden, but a blessing. Because it’s you; the person I fell in love with,” he says with a gaze filled with something that can only be described as adoration. “And you need to give yourself more credit, you hold yourself so well in so many situations. So don’t hesitate to lean on me when things get hard, okay?”

A soft sigh escapes you as his thumb brushes against your skin, the tenderness of the gesture making your heart flutter, but it doesn’t stop there. He leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, then peppers his way down your face to kiss away another tear. 

You blush from his affectionate gestures, and from hearing him be so serious about you and accepting of your feelings. It really struck a cord in your heart when he was so caring and validating he was in times like these, despite the playful tease he usually was. You love it about him; how he knows you so well and gets so tender during moments like these. 

“Satoru…thank you,” you say as you cling even closer to him.

“You don’t have to thank me, angel,” he chuckles softly, when suddenly his face lights up. “Hehe, I have the perfect thing to make you feel better!” He says enthusiastically, as he quickly moves his hands down to the inside of his coat pockets, which is still wrapped around you. He pulls out an assortment of sweets, ranging from chocolates to lollipops. Your eyes widened as you witnessed his big hands seemingly disappear into the pockets to pull out such an immense amount of candies. 

“You have so many!! Way more than usual! This is like a kid coming home with a Halloween basket!” You excitedly state, looking down at all the sugary goodness.

“It was the snacks to sneak into the movie of course, No one's gonna pay that insane amount for snacks. Capitalistic schemes, tsk tsk tsk.”

“That’s so true,” you agree. “How are your pockets even that big, though? I wish women’s clothes came with bigger pockets, it would be soooo much nicer to have. And convenient,” you pout, thinking about all the times you went to put your phone in your jacket or pants pockets, only to find out they can fit probably only a singular cheeto in there, or worse - it’s just a pattern sewn on for the sole purpose of decoration. 

Gojo grins at you, his eyes twinkling mischievously, “Heh, I wouldn’t mind being your portable handy, dandy backpack whenever,” he chives in a playful tone. “I mean~ Isn’t it so cool that I can even teleport to you too? You also got yourself a portable boyfriend! A wombo combo,” he states, winking at you. “And if I get to see this cute face of yours each time I were to show up, it would be totally worth the distance,” he teases, a chuckle escaping his lips at the sight of your pouting face.

You laugh, and proclaim in a singsong voice, “wow~ my boyfriend is just soooo amazing, look at everything he can do.”

“Awh angel, you’re gonna make me blush. I’m just so great aren’t I?” He jokes, and as soon as you open up your mouth to deliver a comeback, he reaches over to your lips and plops a chocolate confection right inside before you even notice what’s happening. “There!” He proclaims like he just won a plush toy in a crane game, and he closes your lips using his index finger, brushing over them softly.

The gesture throws you off, especially with the way his big hands are caressing you so tenderly. You’re certain you can feel your heart skip multiple beats. And you’re pretty sure with the way it’s beating he’ll hear it jumping out of your chest. 

I’m gonna get ikemen overload at this rate-, you begin to think to yourself until you start chewing the little dessert. Your eyes open wide upon tasting it, and you quickly finish eating the whole thing. “That was so good!” You exclaim. One thing about Gojo that you happened to share a lot in common with is his sweet tooth, and sweets never failed to cheer you up. “What flavor was that?”

“I knew you’d like it! And as for the flavor-,” he leans down to your ears and whispers, “it’s a flavor called love~” 

“Satoru!” You state, slapping his chest playfully, a blush blossoming all over your face.

“Ahaha! I knew this would give you energy! It’s cheese curd from a Hungarian chocolate called Túro Rudi.” He pauses for a bit, admiring the way your face lit up after having eaten the sweet, and how interested you were in listening about it. “You really are so adorable when you get all excited like that, over even the littlest of things. Hehe, you know, I’m gonna give you even more of these sweets if you keep being this cute.

“Then I guess I should feed you some too, since you’re so cute,” you giggle.

Gojo chuckles and leans down in response, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. “Mm, thanks angel. It really is delicious.”

You whimper softly after he pulls away, wanting the feeling of his lips on yours back. A blush creeps on your face, and you can feel yourself melting like ice cream on the inside.

“There’s more in your pockets, right?”

“Yeah, but it tastes better this way.”

“You wanna taste more?” You ask sheepishly. 

“I’m dying too.”

He cups your face in his hands, and his lips meet yours once again. They’re so soft, and you can taste a little bit of strawberry from the lip balm he uses. You smile against them and respond to his kiss, weaving your hands through his silky locks. This time it’s longer, and both of you are savoring the moment. 

After pulling away to catch your breath, he gazed lovingly at your face, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Are you feeling better angel?”

“Mmhm,” you hum as you lean your head on his collarbone. “Much better.”

You guys stay like this for a while, just soaking in each other’s company. Gojo isn’t a fan of plans, but one thing he knows for sure is he plans to stay by your side for the rest of the day.

[magicalink]

NSFW Dream: First time with Scaramouche on his desk in a cyberpunk AU!

So today was finally saturday and I took the chance to take a nap after lunch and was blessed with another NSFW Genshin dream!

This one was a little longer so instead of just writing a summary I'll try to write it down as a fic in second person so that you can enjoy it too!💜

Warning! Smut under cut!

cw: scara x f!reader smut, stepcest, Yae is your mom and is married to Ei, you all live in the same house in a cyberpunk city called Neo TokyoYork 3, sorry but I swear I even remember the name and yes it was this cringy ,you both are 18 and in the last year of hs, not proof read, first drabble, not much sense of plot bc it was a dream, sex on desk, sex in shower, unprotected sex, risk of pregnancy, breeding kink, Scara is referred as Kunikuzushi, Kuni is a turbo virgin discord mod not even his mom loves and has been horny for his stepsister since the beginning and just wants to fuck her already so he takes the first chance he has.

He was tired.

It was another gloomy afternoon in the busy Neo TokyoYork 3, the sky so polluted that the sun couldn't illuminate enough, so the streetlights were already on. Houses were rare in this huge metropoli filled with ridiculously tall buildings, but his mother was one of the richest bussinesswomen in the country, so they could afford the enormous mansion in which they lived.

He used to have a peaceful existence, until his mother decided to marry yours. Since you and her came to live in his house, his patience was starting to wear down. He was a nitpick and a misanthrope, but he didn't really have anything in particular against your mom. The problem, were you.

You were fucking unstandable. A little ray of sunshine, totally opposite from him. And so fucking compliant, always doing chores no one ever asked you for, making dinner and cleaning the whole house up and down. Fluttering all around the house with your fucking short-ass skirts, as if trying to provoke him. Yeah he was convinced you were fucking trying to tease him. To see how much more he could stand.

He was already going crazy. He found you hot since his mom introduced you to him. Now, having you living in his house, sleeping every night in a short and thinn nighdress just a thin wall away from him was driving him insane. He was breathing steam. He wanted to fuck your brains out.

And today you simply went too far.

Sweeping the floor of the livingroom while he was watching tv in the sofa was one thing. Clearing the table while he was finishing eating, leaning with your boobs near his face was another. He could even stand you crossing the corridor from the bathroom to your room with jusr a thin towel wrapped around your dripping body, coincidentally in the exact same moment he was getting out of his room.

But taking the chance of both your mothers being out to invade his room with the excuse of helping him cleaning it was crossing the fucking line. This was his territory. His virgin ratcave. Not even his fearsome mother could force him to clean his disaster. It was his to reign upon!

But here you were. You had pushed your way through his door despite all of his complaints and whines against it. Now you were inside with your annoying shining smile, feigning innocence as always, picking up clothes from the floor because it was so full of them you couldn't even sweep it.

You were touching all over his stuff, moving his precious things out of their places, dusting the shelves while your mini skirt swayed at the rythm of your arm.

"Y/N get the fuck out" he said with a rather calm voice, contrasting with his bitchy screams from earlier. He was breathing steam at this point, his full body sweating not only from the anger but also from the months worth of repressed lust he was holding back.

"Oh, come on Kuni, don't get mad, I'm just giving you a little hand. I'm just tidying up a bit" you chimed in a high pitched voice "You'll see that with a little bit of effort we can make this place look much better!"

Now you were messing with his desk. You pushed the screen and keyboard of his pc to the side, making his blood boil.

"Y/N I'm warning you" he panted, a big frown on his face, his eyes glued to your butt which was swinging in front of his face as you cleaned the desk, barely covered by your short skirt, hypnotizing him.

"Don't be a meanie" you said "You are always locked in this gloomy hole of yours. You don't even open the window!" You added, grabbing the curtain that was behind the desk.

"There's no point in opening the fucking window" he grunted between gritted teeth, getting angrier by the second "The sun is down already. And you can't even see it in this fucking disgusting city!"

"Poor Kuni, always pent up in this dark place, alone. Don't you get lonely in here, Kuni?" You asked him, still pawing over his belongings. You wished his answer was a yes. You wished that he asked you to stay there to keep him company.

"Y/N get out of my room" but that was his somber answer. He reached the door with his hand. But instead of opening it to push you back out through it, he closed it behind the two of you.

"You're so anti-social, Kuni..." you kept nagging him, still giving him your back, dusting his piles of videogame boxes, pretty aware of the sound of the door signaling that you were alone in that room. In the entire house.

"Y/N this is your last chance, get the fuck out" he sentenced. A naughty smile formed on your lips.

You knocked a metal pencil holder with your duster. It fell to the floor to the other side of the table, making a strident noise that made him rug his noise and a mess of school supplies all over the floor.

"Oops!" You said, leaving the duster aside "I'm sorry, I'll pick everything up" you giggled, and procceeded to bend over the desk, rising your butt high in front of him, to reach for the things that were on the ground.

Kuni's eye twitched. That was his last drop of patience. There was simply no way you weren't provoking him. You were simply begging for it.

So you were getting it.

But you didn't expect his virgin ass to be as straightforward as he was. He was always repressing it, but now he exploded and was willing to let everything out. You deserved it.

He strided with heavy feet in your direction and towered over you, who were resting with your stomach on the desk. Then, without any more warnings–he considered he had given you enough already–he simply lifted up your skirt with one merciless hand and yanked your pretty white panties down with the other.

"Kuni!" You exclaimed when you felt the cold air on your folds, completely surprised by such a display of boldness. You clearly had underestimated him.

A wide smile crept to his lips upon seeing your bare butt served to him like that. It was even prettier than he had imagined. He panted in anticipation and without wasting another second he pulled his pants down just enough to let his cock spring free. It was hard as a rock and throbbing in desperation. He had been waiting for this moment for months and he wasn't waiting another second more, so he placed a hand on each of your buttcheeks and let out a chuckle. The desk had the perfect height.

Without a second thought, he spanked his dick all over your ass.

"Y/N stop acting this slutty already" he scolded, finally pushing inside of you with all the strength his thirsty body had "You already made me angry"

You gripped the other edge of the desk with both hands to be able to resist his thrusts without falling. Damn! You were expecting a reaction but definitely not this! You thought you had him in the palm of your hand and he took you completely by surprise! Maybe you had teased him too much? You never thought he could be this bold! It was better than expected, he made you so, so wet...

"Ah...!" A needy moan escaped your lips, and he chuckled again.

"Knew you were waiting for it" he said upon feeling how ready and dripping you were.

"You're so daring Kunii!" You even had the nerve of scolding him, while pushing yourself against his hips to be as stuck to him as possible, as if having him plunging through your guts wasn't enough proximity for you.

"You really have no shame, Y/N" he said, his hands kneading all over your butt, feasting on your beautiful body that he had been fantasizing with since the day he met you "I'm gonna fuck you until this disrespectful tendencies of yours get fixed"

The sound that emerged from your throat was more similar to a purr than to a moan, a high trill of bliss that meant that you were willing to do anything for him as long as he kept fucking you.

You didn't know if he was able to understand such an animal display. You only knew that he was finally fucking you after you had waited for what felt like an eternity for you, and you were savouring and enjoying every second of it. Every push, every thrust, every centimeter in and out.

The sound of skin slapping skin flooded the room, he was rutting inside of you with such passion that the desk was being shaken back and forth. It was like a dream come true. For the two of you.

You were moaning like a hentai protagonist just to show him just how happy you were of having him inside of you. To stimulate him even further. To let him know that you wanted more and more.

He had his bangs stuck to his face due to the sweat that was dripping down his forehead as he kept slamming inside of you.

It was even better than he expected. Than he dreamed you to be. Than he imagined while fucking his fist, locked up inside his lonely, gloomy room that you had lit with your lewd presence.

Having touched up all over your ass already, he started moving his hands up your body. Willing to give him anything he wanted, you quickly threw you shirt over your head so that he could explore every inch of your body he desired.

His hands traveled from your waist up to your back until cupping your breasts. Of course his virgin ass was unable to unclasp your bra. You panted. Yeah, that was the pathetic Kuni you were crazy for! You wanted more of him, so you lifted the bra over your head too, giving him free way to grope your boobs as much as he wanted.

He too started to pant over your back, your willingness making him crazy. He knew you were teasing him, but he never expected you to be as desperate for him as he was for you. He wasn't gonna waste a second of it.

"You were always provoking me from the beginning, weren't you?" He smiled, pawing your boobs with both hands, exploring them, getting to know them, completely sure that this was the beginning of a long relationship with them, discovering the nipples with the pads of his fingers. You moaned in response, eliciting another chuckle from his throat "You damn naughty girl...Gonna give you a first time you can't forget!" He groaned, already hanging from the edge.

"F-first time?" You asked in between thrusts, this time your innocence being real. Then you covered your mouth with your hand, realizing what he had thought. Yoy wished you didn't say anything, you had ruined his dream. You felt bad.

He grunted again.

"Should have known it wasn't your first time" he said with a forced smile.

"Kuni! I'm 18!" You protested.

"Who knows how many dozens of idiots you have seduced with these dirty tricks of yours already!" He said, thrusting even harder "You need someone to put you in place!"

"Kuni!!" You chanted the pet name he had forbid you to call him and now he loved to hear from your lips like a mantra "You are so dramatic! I've only been with two people before you!"

"I don't remember asking...you" he said with difficulty. You felt his breath hitch and his dick pulsate a few times inside of you. Then a wave of warm liquid and the length turning soft, dissapearing along with the blissful sensation.

You heard the lewd sound he made when pulling out from your pussy, which was now a mess of slick and cum, and then the one of the waistband of his pants when he put his cock back in.

"Kuni..." you let out a whine. You felt his hot seed drip down your thighs, which you pressed together, desperate for friction.

I mean, you were happy of having his cum in and over you, but it hadn't been enough. You wanted more.

A few moments of deafening silence passed, they were unbearable for you. So you decided to turn in his direction to look at him.

"Kuni! Was this your first time??" You asked, your heart beating hard, feeling tight in your chest.

He snorted a loud laugh.

"Of course not!" He exclaimed, putting his hands on his hips, feeling insulted.

Of course it was! It was written all over his face. You smiled from ear to ear, filled with happiness. You had been his first time! You wanted to squeal. But you didn't want him to get defensive and make a scene, you wanted to fuck him again, so you pretended to believe him.

It had been really short, honestly. He didn't last much. But it was his first time and he had been horny and pent up for months, so you thought it was normal. And you had enjoyed every second of it like pure gold. It made your whole body burn and your heart was set on fire. You had always been horny for him but now you were at a whole nother level. You were crazy for him and willing to do anything to get him.

"Did you like it?" You said, giving him the puppy eyes.

He exhaled another laugh, looking at you with squinted eyes.

"You really are out of control..." he murmured, tracing a finger all over your butt, making you desire him even more.

You shook your ass from one side to another, hoping to tempt him.

"Again? Please? Again?" You begged, rising your butt high.

He took a good look at your pussy to save it in his long term memory. He never thought he would he able to see it, much less having turned it into such a masterpiece. Your inner lips were reddened by so much blood being cencentrated there due to your arousal. Same with your clit. And it was dripping with his thick, white cum.

"Again? Already?" He tried to make fun of you, hiding the fact that he was terrorised of not being able to get hard again "Look at you, now you are making a bigger mess of my room" he said, pointing down at how your leaking pussy was dripping drops of cum, dirtying the floor. Your panties, hanging fron your ankles, were a drenched mess too.

"You need someone to correct you" he laughed

At first you were sad and alarmed because you thought he was going to abandoned you, but your worried were quickly dispersed when he put his hands under your stomach to pick you up and lift you in the air.

"Where are we going?" You asked, filled with excitement as he carried you towards the door.

"To get you clean" he said, heading to the bathroom "You are a disgusting mess" he added. The truth was that he loved to see you like that, but he wanted no mess to hide for when your mothers got back home.

You let out cute whines as he carried you inside the bathroom and closed the door behind you. You felt cold when his arms abandoned you to go and open the water tap of the shower.

"Kuni!" You squeaked, extending your hands towards him. You wanted nothing but to be sticked to him.

"Stop whining" he smirked in your direction, undressing in front of you. You observed him, amazed by the look in front of your eyes. Finally! Naked Kuni all yours yo devour! "Get in already" he ordered.

You nodded and procceded to toss the few pieces of clothing you still had on before jumping into the shower with him.

"Ahh" you sighed in pleasure. The water was just warm enough, and being by his side made your heart shake with happiness.

"If wonder if there's a way to get such a dirty girl clean" he made fun of you while hugging you from behind. His hands quickly ran down your body, helping you clean your pussy.

"You are a meanie" you huffed while resting your back on his stomach "I already told you I've only been with two guys and..."

"Yeah, yeah, it's impossible to forget such idiots" he hissed, now moving up to play with your boobs, pretending to wash them.

He hated your ex boyfriends with his guts. Honestly he hadn't met Guy, the first one, because you had broken up with him upon transferring to his school, but he hated him nonetheless.

The other one was Huffman, the shredded, idiotic quarterback of the football team all the girls were crazy about. He hated him blind. He had hated him for being popular since middle school, but he started truly despising him when he started going out with you. His step sister. The girl he was most deperate to bang and the one who was strictly forbidden.

He had to bite his tongue off and refrain himself fron jumping down at his throat everytime he came home to pick you up. He only wanted to snitch you from his arms and fuck you in front of him and have you all for himself. But he only could lock himself up in his room and discharge his rage on poor radoms in online games, desperarely trying to forget about you, avoiding the thoughts of Huffman kissing you and touching you on your date that were torturing him. He never had thought for a single second that all those months you were wishing he did it. That you would have preferred to have him asking you to keep him company in his gloomy room, to sit on his lap while he was playing videogames than to go out with Huffman to boring games and parties.

Those had been difficult months for the two of you. You had been unable to forget about him with Huffman. Your teasings to Kuni had been scaling, getting more and more desperate until exploding like this. Finally, you had him. Kuni had no idea why you would change the celebrity, ripped quarterback for a cave rat like him, but you had yanked the tag of incel from his forehead along with his virginity from his dick and that had boosted his ego over cloud nine.

He was confident now. Maybe he hadn't been your first time, but he was determined to make you all his. He was kind of dumb and still didn't quite grasp just how crazy for him you were.

You turned around in his arms and hugged him, taking him by surprise.

"Kuni..." you moaned his name, making his heart jump. Your lips landed on the crook of his neck. He clumsily put his hands around your waist, pretending to be calm and in control.

You kept hugging him and kissing him, making him pant.

"What's up with you, Y/N?" He said with a half smirk "You want me to go easy on you?"

"I want you" you sighed, lifting your hand to caress the back of his head. A loving smile formed on your lips upon lookinh at him in the eyes while running your fingers through his silky black hair.

His lips trembled. Damn you made it so hard for him to be calm and in control. You made his heart throb way too hard. No one had ever wanted him before. And now having the person he most wanted wanting him too was so much to handle. He was right, you were completely out of control. You drove him crazy and made him do wild things just like the one he did in his room, lifting your skirt and fucking you raw like that. He had never been that courageous. It was you who drove him insane.

"You're so damn..." you didn't let him finish. You realized he was finally hard again and you were determined to show him your devotion towards him.

You directed him a loving gaze again and knelt down in front of him in the empty bathtub, clinging from his legs.

A low gasp escaped Kuni's lips when he felt you had put his dick inside your mouth, all wet and warm to comfort him.

"Oh my..." he sighed, trying to pull himself together. He wanted to act all hard and you were giving your best to melt him all the way to his heart.

You gently caressed his thighs as you kissed and licked his dick like you were starving for it. He felt every kiss to his tip like a scratch on heaven's door. One of his hands grabbed the water tap for support while the other one traveled trembly to your head. He caressed it clumsily and grabbed your hair, making a big effort not to moan like a cat in heat.

You hummed happily in response, ready to give him your all. You were always polar opposites. You weren't afraid of showing him your feelings. All you wanted was to see him happy. To show him that you would do everything for him. To demonstrate him that he didn't need to keep his walls up in front of you, that you loved even the most weak and disgusting parts of him and that he didn't need to hide anything from you.

You opened your mouth wide and laid your tongue flat under his shaft, bobbing your head to engulf it completely.

Kuni let a moan escape his lips making you happy when he felt his dick touch your throat.

He gritted his teeth. He wanted to make you his, not the other way around! His walls were definetely hard to bring down.

"Damn..." he grunted "You are so good at this...is there anything you haven't done yet??" He asked, frowning down at you.

You gave his cock a deep suck while pulling back to leave it with a lewd pop sound.

"Cut it out with that already" you whined, looking up at him with puppy eyes "I don't care what I've done with others before, I just care about doing things with you now!" You exclaimed.

Well that seemed to start convincing him.

"With me?" He said with squinted eyes, a half smirk appearing on his face.

"Only with you, Kuni..." you nodded, your hand reaching for his hand that was on your hair. The both met on your cheek.

"So from now on you will do everything only with me?" He teased you.

"Only with you, Kuni!" You exclaimed with shiny eyes, swaying your butt in excitement "You'll be my last and only, I swear!" You declared the content of your heart.

Well that was more than he ever expected.

"Goddamn..." he panted. You were trying to suck his dick again but he forced you to stand up "Come here, you've earned it, come do it again"

"Yay!" You couldn't avoid celebrating it out loud, grabbing the taps of the running water and positioning giving him your back, arching it to give him a good look of your ass.

He wrapped his arms around you, one of his hands on your belly and the other one on your breast. He reached your neck with his mouth when he pushed inside of you again.

Again, it was pure bliss. Paradise. This was all he had ever wanted. But it was better than he had dreamed. He wasn't precisely big and he was aware of it, so he never thought you would be so impossibly tight around him, squeezing him as if trying to milk him dry.

And you kept arching your back, smashing your butt against his hips, making the clapping sound louder and louder.

You were driving him crazy.

His online friend Childe had told him several times to stop reading so much hentai because it would fry his brain and make him expect unrealistic things and that he would get dissapointed when finally getting laid. He had told him that in the real world, women didn't get that wet. Well this was the first time he had seen a real pussy and he was fucking amazed at how dripping you were.

And it was that you were horny as fuck. You had been wanting this since you had moved in with him. You had been teasing him, trying to get his attention for such a long time. You had desired him so much, masturbating alone in your bed while wishing with all your heart that he crossed the fucking wall to your room to fuck you blind.

It didn't matter that Huffman lasted longer or that his dick was way bigger. You had enjoyed the two minutes Kuni had fucked you more than your entire relationship with him. That was the only dick you wanted, the one of your pathetic, anti social, universally hated and crabby, bratty step brother next door. He was the one you were head over heels for since the beginning. You had nade a big effort to resist your urge for him when your mother had introduced you to him. But upon moving all together it got impossible. It was set in stone. You were in love.

"I-love-you-Ku-ni!" You exclaimed, a syllable in between each of his delicious trusts.

Damn you went too far.

"What the fuck did you just say??" He demanded, his dick impossibly hard inside your warm and loving walls. He nibbled on your neck, pulling moans out of your lips.

"I love youuu~" you cried from pleasure, one of your hands letting go of the tab to reach down for your desperate clit. You were finally getting close to the edge.

"Who do you love??" He insisted, rutting inside of you passionately.

"You Kuni, I love you!" You moaned only for him to hear.

"Only me?"

"Only you!" You chanted.

"Forever??"

"Forever!!" You yelled, circling a finger over your clit at the rythm of his thrusts.

"You'll di anything for me??" He asked.

"Anything!" You exclaimed "Please, Kuni, please love me too..." you whined, a centimeter from the edge as two big tears rolled down from your cheeks becuase of the physical and emotional effort.

"Fine" he said, smirking against your neck "I'll love you too" he whispered in your ear "I'm gonna love you and fuck you until the only thing you can say is my name" he laughed.

And you finally reached it. That knot that had been building inside of you such a long time ago finally realeased, exploding in the first real orgasm you could really call like that in your life.

Finally. Finally you had your beloved Kuni inside of you. All over you. All for yourself.

You came and he realized because of the spasms of your walls around him. He did his best to keep the rythm and not cum to let you ride and enjoy your orgasm to the fullest. And miraculously, he succeded.

He felt your body lose strength and falling limp. He catched you, supporting all your weight in his arms.

He never felt more proud and happy.

"Are you satisfied now?" He whispered in your ear, tickling your now oversensitive body. You weakly nodded, lifting the hand that was on your clit to cling from his neck.

"I love you" you said, presenting your bare heart to him, raising your head to ask him for a kiss. Your first kiss.

That sight yanked a smile of pure happiness out of him, and he caressed your lips with his thumb before leaning down to concede it.

Finally. You were finally kissing. It was unveliebable. For the two of you.

It made you so euphoric it gave you enough strength to lift your arms and wrap them around his neck.

It was a hungry, deperate kiss that turned into a full make out session, hands caressing all over each other's bodies.

"I can't no more, Kuni..." you whined, pointing down at his dick that was still inside your tired pussy. It was overstimulated and his thrusts now felt like burning your skin.

"How come?" He said, biting your ear "You can't? For me?"

"It hurts" you squeaked,, squishing his face between your neck and your shoulder due to the pleasure of his bites.

"Hmmm" he pretended to scold you while pulling out.

He continued to kiss your neck, dilighting you. Then he slowly started to lower doen, guiding your body, until kneeling on the empty bathtub.

He set you on all fours in front of him, under the warm water. He took a moment to admire just how beautiful you looked. He started caressing your butt again.

His dick throbbed upon touching it. Then a marvelous idea crossed his mind.

"Eek!" You yelped when his pre-cum leaking tip bumped against your butt's entrance "Kuni what are you doing??" You protested, looking back at him.

"Just getting in through the back door" he let out a little chuckle.

"What?? Are you crazy?" You questioned a little alarmed.

"Why?" He smirked.

"I..." you stammered "I don't know how it feels..." you said, flushing.

Hus eyes shone brightly.

"Oh so there is something you have never done yet!" He exclaimed triumphantly. Now he definetely wanted to do it. To be the first person with whom you do something finally.

"Well, yeah..." you murmured.

He naughtily bit your ass.

"Didn't you say you would do anything with me?" He teased.

"Kuni!" You whined "You're a meanie!" You scolded.

He laughed, the sound sending pleasurable shivers up your spine.

"Come on, wouldn't you like to have your beloved Kuni inside of you like that?" He provoked you, hovering over you, the sound of his voice deepening making you desire him more and more. The truth was that yeah, in fact , you wanted to entirely absorb him.

"But I'm scared" you said.

He stood in his knees, caressing your butt, positioning himself behind you.

"Let's give it a little try. I promise that if it hurts I'll pull out"

"Right away?" You asked.

"Right away" he guaranteed, kissing your upper back, your legs instinctively opening under him.

"Okay...I'm trusting you..." you squeaked, rising your butt higher for him. He licked his lips, delighted at the sight in front of him.

"Here we go" he whispered, pushing in, wrapping your entire body.

You let out a sound in between a moan and a whine, trying ti adjust at the new sensation.

"Hurts?" He asked, pushin in ever so slowly.

You didnt quite know, it was strange and new.

"Wait" you said when you felt he was pulling back "Don't get it out yet!" You exclaimed.

He chuckled and you huffed at him.

"Just keep doing it!" You ordered. He was such a meanie!

He smirked and started moving back and forth, much more delicately in comparisson to when he fucked your pussy.

"Ah.." he exhaled, his high approaching rapidly. If your pussy was tight, this was a whole nother level.

You kinda liked it. It felt like he was scratching the crumbs of your horny itches away. And he was so subtle and slow it felt like he was cradling you. Now that the horny beast you had became was appeased, you were starting to feel more sleepily lovey dovey.

"Oh..." just when you thought you were dozing off, he gently pulled out to cum all over your lower back. You liked it. His semen was warm as the water of the shower, that slowly started to wash it all away.

Kuni heavily exhaled, resting his forehead in your back. When you turned your back to look at him, he made a big effort and leaned back to seat. He pulled from your hand so you got up and sat on his lap. You cuddled on his chest, under his chin, almost purring.

He patred your head lovingly, still unable to believe that all this was finally real and not another wet dream. He held you in his arms tightly, still a bit afraid of it really being a dream.

It didn't matter. If it resulted to be a dream, he was determined to go and make it reality again.

Fortunately for the both of you, it was real and you enjoyed his cuddling thoroughly.

"Do you love me Kuni?" You asked looking up at him with puppy eyes again.

He sighed and looked down at you. Yeah you were out of control. And he loved it.

He didn't answer with words but with a passionate kiss.

After a magical make out session, he stood up and when his blood pressure adjusted he gave you his hand to pull you up too.

"Let's get cleaned before our mothers get back and see the mess we made out of our lives" he said with a little smirk on his face.

You exchanged looks complicitly. The only obstacle for your relationship now was the one between your mothers. If they hadn't married, what you just did wouldn't have been forbidden. But neither you would have had the chance of all of this happened under the same roof.

You got out the shower, cleaned the bathroom and the stain of cum on Kuni's room's floor. Washed all the dirty clothes, put some clean ones on and dried you hairs so that they wouldn't suspect you had bathed together.

Fortunately, you had enough time.

By the time your mothers were back, you were drinking tea at the kitchen table and Kuni was watching tv on the couch like nothing had ever happened. Like he still hated you.

You greeted the both of them like normal.

You agreed to keep your kisses and hookups a secret from the world. You tried to appear distant as you always were but you couldn't help but to want to baby him 24/7.

One afternoon you mom catched you with a bag fool of sweets you had never eaten before and a slushy of Kuni's favorite flavor. You knew he had a sweet tooth and wanted nothing but to feed him.

You gave Yae a lame excuse. She found it strange. She realized your relationship had changed. You were afraid that the fact that you were fucking like animals every day was written all over your face. Fortunately that wasn't the thought that crossed her mind. She simply thought you were already getting along.

You waited until she went upstairs to sneak into Kuni's room, where he finally made your dream come true.

You sat on his lap, feeding him sweets while he played videogames on his pc, his hands caressing and groping you every time he could get them off from the mouse and keyboard.

You were the most happy you had been in your entire life, and there wasn't a care in the world.

Until he got tired of playing videogames and turned his pc off to play with your boobs.

You had come to learn he was a real fan of them. And you were delighted to having clinging from your breasts, kneading them and nursing from them for hours. You loved it, it felt amazing and it made your pussy ridiculously wet. It made it ready to get banged. But it also make your heart flutter with a sweet and caring love for him.

When he opened his eyes to look up at you, you caressed his head and smiled at him lovingly.

"I love you with all my soul, Kuni" you mused, headpatting him and pushin his fsce deeper into your boobs.

"I love you too" he said, lost in love, with a nipple muffling his mouth.

"You're my sweet little baby" you murmured.

That made his two brain cells make synapsis finally.

"Hey Y/N, talking about babies..." he started "At what hour do you take your pills every day? I've never seen you taking them" he said pensively. You had been spending a lot of time together that week, and as he said, he had never seen you taking them.

"Pills? What pills?" You said, tilting your head in his direction.

He felt like a lightning had striked him and got up, starting ti get nervous.

"You know, birth control pills" he said, sitting straight to look at you in the eye.

Your eyes widened as big as his, a trembling smile appearing on your face.

"Birth control pills?" You repeated, feeling a bit uncomfortsble.

He got impatient.

"Come on Y/N, don't joke around with this" he almost begged.

You gulped.

"I'm not on birth control" you admitted, shrugging nervously.

"And you tell me this NOW??" He exclaimed, terrified.

"What made you think I was on birth control??" You replayed, getting nervous too.

"I don't know, maybe the fact that you let me fuck you raw and cum inside of you this entire time?!" He almost yelled, containing himself to not be heard outside the room.

"I've always used condoms!" You defended yourself "It's not my fault you didn't have any!"

He stood up, sitting you on the gaming chair to start walkin from one corner of the room to another. He had to bit his tongue not to yell you. The truth was that the time he lifted your skirt, pulled your panties down and fucked you bent over his desk he didn't think about anything. But since you didn't complain or show any worry, all the following times he fucked you during the week he assumed you were on birth control. How come you were so calm if not??

"Why didn't you tell me??" He complained, exasperated.

You flushed, embareassed, and looked down at your feet.

"I didn't even think about it" you admitted.

He huffed heavily, unable to believe such a surreal situation.

"You make my reasoning go numb!" You whined, tears prickling the corners of your eyes "I'm lost in love with you! That was all I thought this week!"

He hurried towards you, extending his hands into the air, not knowing what to do to solve the situation and prevent you from crying. He was desperate.

"Don't worry, don't worry, we'll get out of this" he said, trying to convince the both of you, completely scared.

"You mean you don't want it??" You asked, the tears threstening to spill down your cheeks.

"Y/N for Archons sake, remembet why we were hiding?? Our moms are married. We are fucking step-siblings! And on top of that, we haven't even finished highschool, what the fuck would we do with a baby?! My mother will kick us out of the house!" He exclaimed exasperated. He only realized he had said it out loud when he saw you sobbing.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, calm down. Don't cry" he said, easing off his tone and wiping away your tears "We'll solve this, don't worry" he assured you, patting your back.

You hiccuped, making a huge effort to stop you cries.

"I'm sorry" you said, wiping your eyes with your sleeves.

"I'm sorry, I should have asked that question earlier" he sighed, caressing your hair "Don't worry, it's only been a couple of days, maybe we still have hope" he already had a plan "Ima disguise myself and head to a pharmacy at the other side of the city where no one could recognize me and buy the morning after pill, yeah, thsts exactly what I'm gonna do" he said, aiming to go for his coat.

You pulled from his arm to prevent him from getting away.

"But it's the morning after pill, not the week after pill!" You sobbed.

You destroyed his little hopes.

"Well it's worth the try. Let's have hope. And come on, when couples try to do it on purpose it takes them months and months! We can't be as unlucky as to..." you crying again interrupted his desperate blabnering.

"So you don't want it!" You sobbed.

He looked at you skeptically.

"What do you mean, Y/N? You want it? Is that why you didn't say anything?" He asked, his brows raised in disbelief.

You looked at your feet, ashamed.

"I didn't even think about telling you because the idea of getting pregnant by you made me horny as hell" you admitted, hiding your face in your hands "This week has been such a dream come true I didn't even think about the consecuences! I didn't even took into consideration if you wanted it or not! I'm sorry, I've been an idiot" you sobbed.

Kuni sighed. Even in this situation, your words made his dick build a tent in his pants.

He kept caressing your hair.

"Are you telling me the truth?" He said with a stern tone.

"What do you mean?" You asked, looking up at him. You saw lust in his eyes instead of anger.

He cupped your chin with his hand, locking eyes with you.

"Does it make you wet? The idea of me getting you pregnant?"

You nodded.

"It makes me horny as fuck" you admitted, pressing you thighs together.

He kissed you roughly.

"You are completely out of control" he repeated for the nth time, and just now you realized how right he was "I'm gonna fuck you into your senses. But after I get back. Now I'm going to get that fucking pill and a decade worth of comdons" he said, putting on a coat, a hat, some glasses and a facemask. Fortunately, it was normal in that unhealthy city for citizens to protect their respiratory sytems like that.

"And don't cry!" He said before opening the door and ascertain that the ground floor was clear of mothers. Then he whispered "sit and reflect upon this. If you end up getting pregnant , which I beg the Arcons doesn't happen now and I know you would fucking love, I swear you will be the one working to support the family, because my mother would kick us both out!"

You shot a hypnotized look at him and he knew he was unsane at that moment but he could swear your pupils were heart shaped.

"We'd be a family??" You questioned, almost drooling.

"Y/N!!!" He scolded "You're hopeless! You're really getting it when I come back!" He screamed in a whisper, closing the door behind him to leave the house.

You still felt a bit guilty, but you giggled upom seeing him like that. You tried to relax on the chair, waiting patienly for him to come back from the pharmacy.

You rubbed your belly with one hand.

Whether you got pregnant and had to work to support a family with Kuni or not and you got to continue you everyday life until you finished highschool, keeping your relationship a secret, you were happy as long as you were by his side.

You still didn't know Ei very well, and you knew she wasn't very fond of his son. But you and your mother Yae had a good relationship and you knew she always rooted for true love. You were sure that if she knew how much you loved Kuni she would understand. That she would forgive the fact that you banged the only one boy that was forbidden. Because it wasn't to ruin her new marriage. It was because he was the only one who made you feel like that. You were head over heels for him.

Honestly the best outcome would be that you didn't get pregnant.

But still, the idea of being pregnant with his baby got you insanely horny, so you decided that while you waited for Kuni's return, you would play with yourself fantasizing about it...

Woosh! That was really long! I actuslly can't believe I was able to actually complete a work, and in a single day! I'm exhausted and I'm going to sleep already, hoping to rest and see Scara again. This was rushed and based on a dream that really didn't make much sense and I had to invent an ending bc it really didn't hsve one and honestly I dont't know if I'm cintent with the ending🤔 Again this was not proofread so I'm going to sleep and probably after I'm rested I'll check it and see if I fix it 😅 I hope there are more Genshin smut dreams in the future!

Ps: I got obsessed with step brother Scara after reading xianoii's Rocket and have been thinking about this scenario every night before going to sleep for months now, a dream like this was bound to happen, step brother Scara literslly can't leave my mind! Or should I say...Kuni?? Damn I'm head over heels for this lovely cave rat! 💜

[7minutesinheavennaruto]

hello :) i hope you are doing well, I’d like to request an itachi x fem reader nsfw or itachi with a praise kink, I think it’s very fitting , thank you ^.^

✿❀ Hi Anon! Thank you so much for this request, I had a lot of fun writing it! I hope you enjoy ❀✿

Mod Nightshade

WARNING: NSFW, 18+ ONLY

It’s those precious few moments before evening fades into hazy dusk, when the sky is reddish-gold and everything looks far too perfect, the landscape bathed in sun-slick fire. The air smells of fresh rain, and of tree-bark, and it reminds Itachi far too much of home– of the village he’d planned to grow up defending, only to abandon it in a flurry of senseless violence.

It had hurt– had felt like severing a limb, watching decades of love and friendship and opportunity crumble to dust at his feet– but Itachi had survived it, his thoughts growing sharp and his heart cold to compensate.

Despite everything, however, he’d never quite been able to sever the one thing he’d loved most in Kohona: [y/n].

At first, the pair had planned on meeting just the once: for closure, for a final burst of happiness, to lock that door permanently and throw away the key. But once had not been nearly enough– had made it worse, almost– had slowly turned into just a few more times, which had morphed into something of a regular occurrence.

Itachi’s heart flutters at the sound of a twig snapping, then drops into his stomach at the realization that it is only a doe, picking her way gracefully through the underbrush and nuzzling at the wild raspberries that edge the perimeter of the clearing.

He wonders, as he always does, whether [y/n] will come, or whether she’s realized what he has always known: that she is wasting her life chasing a monster, that only one of them had truly needed to throw away their chance at happiness.

He wonders how cruel he must be to keep meeting like this– to crave her presence so viscerally that he cannot bring himself to put a stop to it, even though the ANBU black-ops would surely tear her apart if they knew.

“I’ve missed you”

Though Itachi still feels the initial pang of panic at being caught entirely off-guard, it fades as quickly as it came on, transforming instead into warmth and elation at the sound of [y/n]’s voice. It feels like the first scent of spring after a long and dangerous winter, like the first strummed notes of a symphony, and Itachi turns to search frantically for her through the gaps between the tree-trunks, breaking his stoic composure.

He’s seen her dozens of times over the years, but Itachi still feels as though his lungs and stomach are filled with something far too warm and far too fluttering to not be alive– as though something within him lives only to see her step from the shadows into the golden dusk, to feel her soft hair slip through his fingers as he raises a hand to gently cup [y/n]’s cheek, to smell the gently-floral musk of her shampoo.

“I’ve missed you too, [y/n],” he whispers, unable to stop his hands from traveling down to her shoulders, tracing the curves of her body and settling at her hips. “It’s been too long, I’m so sorry, I–”

His words are choked, and he rushes to explain those past two months: the letters delivered to [y/n] by crows, his jagged handwriting vague and hasty, with messages stating simply that he cannot safely leave the Akatsuki headquarters without arousing suspicion. He needs her to understand that she’s wanted more than he needs to breathe, but [y/n] only smiles and places a cool finger against his lips, shushing him.

“It’s alright,” she reassures. “I know”

At [y/n]’s touch, Itachi presses his fingertips roughly into the softness of her hips, closing the distance between them and smiling as [y/n] lets out the faintest hint of a little gasp, her chest heaving against his own.

“Itachi, I–” [y/n] begins, but her words turn into a soft hum of pleasure as he kisses her, hands moving hungrily up the curve of her back to scratch lightly down her spine, then coming to rest in her hair, tugging gently until she is forced to look up at him through half-lidded eyes. The evening light reflects beautifully off her gorgeous features, the multifaceted hues of her [e/c] eyes too complex and glorious to put into words.

Silently, Itachi draws back, ignoring [y/n]’s whine of protest as his hands rise to slowly undo the clasps of his crimson and black robes. Every movement is agonizing, patient and calculated when he wants nothing more than to tear off her clothes and fuck her senseless, but he persists, addicted to the way she bites her bottom lip and plays idly with the hem of her shirt, as though begging him to lift it over her head.

Finally, he tosses his robe on the ground, glancing down at it dismissively before looking back up at [y/n]. “Lay down,” he orders. “On your back.”

Wordlessly, she obeys, sitting carefully on the fabric before laying back, her gaze imploring him to just touch her, damn it.

Itachi lowers himself at her feet, giving [y/n] a stern glance as she tries to prop herself up on her elbows to see what he’s doing. “Did I say you could get up?” He asks, waiting for [y/n] to comply before adding– “good girl.”

Moving infuriatingly slowly, he hooks his fingers beneath the hem of [y/n]’s pants, dragging them down her thighs and pausing each time she lets out a muffled sound of pleasure or thrusts her hips slightly to help his progress. He remains cool and impassive as her fingers curl desperately in the fabric of his robes, but in truth, Itachi is almost delirious with anticipation at the thought of her fingers grabbing instead at his hair, of her thighs trembling against his shoulders.

Finally, he slips [y/n]’s pants over her feet and discards them carelessly on the ground, placing his hands on the inside of her thighs and forcefully spreading her legs.

“Oh,” [y/n] exclaims, breathless, shifting involuntarily to get closer to her lover– “please, touch me?”

“You’ve waited two months for me,” Itachi whispers, reaching to tug at the lace of her panties without making much of a move to pull them away. “You’re going to have to be a good girl and wait a little longer.”

He brushes his lips over the inside of [y/n]’s thigh, savoring how soft she is, and how she smells: like flowers and freshly-cut grass and summer sweat– and she squirms deliciously at his touch, whining with frustration when he pulls back and lets the tips of his raven-black hair brush against her before continuing.

“Do you think about me when I’m gone?” Itachi asks, kissing lower, his cheek brushing against the edge of her panties.

“Yes,” she breathes– “all the time.”

“Do you think about this?” He drags his tongue along the thin lace of her panties, tasting her arousal where it soaks through the fabric, and is rewarded with a cry of pleasure as [y/n] arches her back and grabs a fistful of his hair.

“Y-yes,” she moans. “Yes, always.”

Slowly, Itachi moves the panties aside with two fingers, though he does not touch [y/n] quite yet, his breaths hot and teasing against her exposed skin.

“I think about you too,” he admits, ghosting the tip of his tongue lightly over her slit. “When I’m awake, before I fall asleep, in my dreams. I think about how fucking beautiful you are, and how badly I want you, constantly.”

“Mm, fuck–” [y/n] gasps, closing her eyes and exhaling sharply. “C-come back to Konoha. O-or I’ll leave, and we can run away together.”

“Someday,” Itachi promises, pressing his tongue against [y/n]’s clit and savoring her taste, his eyes fluttering shut as she pulls involuntarily at his hair. “Someday, but not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to fuck you so good, you won’t forget me.”

She opens her mouth to reply– to say something like I could never forget you– but then Itachi slides two fingers inside of her and sucks on her clit, and any semblance of coherent thought is snuffed out like a dying star. Her hips rise from the makeshift bed but he places his free hand on her stomach, forcing her down onto her back with a muffled “stay.”

He’s got [y/n] reduced to a flushed and gasping mess on his Akatsuki robes, both of her hands now fisting Itachi’s glossy hair, and he’s something of a flushing, gasping mess himself, now– his cock hard and straining against the front of his pants, drool and [y/n]’s wetness running down his chin as he brings [y/n] closer to the edge with his tongue.

“Please,” she begs– “please fuck me, I want– I want all of you,” and the hitch at the end of her sentence tells Itachi she’s getting close.

He does not reply– just keeps going, speeding up a bit until she lets go of his hair to clap a hand over her mouth, thighs tensing around his head as she presses desperately against the sheets. She moans something into her open palm, and Itachi cannot tell what she is saying, but he knows what he hopes it is: I love you, I need you, you need me too– right?

The sun has finished setting, and soft moonlight reflects off [y/n]’s face as Itachi sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gazes down at her– the beads of sweat dotting her forehead, the erratic rise and fall of her chest as she struggles to catch her breath, the messy [h/c] locks stuck to her cheeks and billowing in contrast with his robes.

“Let me return the favor,” she offers, smiling at him through a haze of pleasure as she moves to sit up, but Itachi shakes his head.

“No, [y/n],” he says sternly. “Tonight is about you. Lay down, do not make me ask again.”

Though the night is pleasantly cool, Itachi feels almost unbearably hot in his thin shirt and pants, frantic to tear them off and fuck [y/n] in earnest– to pound her into the sheets until she’s senseless and moaning his name, over and over and over. He pulls off his shirt, then shoves his pants down his hips, not bothering to take them all the way off.

[y/n] moves to remove her own shirt, but Itachi gently closes his finger around her wrist, guiding her hand to rest at her side. “I’ll do that,” he murmurs, sliding his hands beneath the hem of her top and savoring the dip of her waist and the swell of her breasts beneath dark fabric. Slowly, methodically, he pulls the garment over her head, then sits back to examine his handiwork.

“You’re so beautiful,” Itachi whispers, tilting his head to examine the silver glow of moonlight, and the way it illuminates the intricacies of her figure as though she were a work of art– “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it. Like an angel, like–”

“Like your angel?“

It’s an innocuous question, phrased almost as a joke, but it causes something inside of him to tip over the edge. With a sharp exhale, Itachi takes [y/n] by the hips and slides her towards him, grabbing his cock and lining it up with her entrance. He had meant to take it slow– to tease her to the point of near-insanity, until she was begging and whimpering– but his self-restraint crumbles the moment he slides his tip in and [y/n] clenches around him in response, her lips parting in a delicious little moan.

“Fuck,” he groans, ramming his length inside of her and letting out a shaky gasp. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

She responds by pulling him down on top of her, grasping at his hair and running her fingernails down his chest as she kisses him sloppily, interspersed with little yelps as he pounds into her, hard and fast and hungry.

“You’re so good to me, so obedient,” he continues, placing a hand on her waist to hold her steady as he switches his rhythm from the erratic, desperate thrusts he’d started with to something rhythmic but no less needy, feeling her pulsate around him as he shoves so deep inside of her, his hips press up against the underside of her thighs. “I need you,” Itachi moans, kissing along her jawline, down the side of her neck, biting at her collarbones. His voice is low and heavy with arousal, and the hand at [y/n]’s waist presses into her flesh with such fervor, it’s almost painful. “I need you so fucking bad, you’re mine.”

“All yours,” [y/n] reassures, wrapping her legs around his waist, her words punctuated with the occasional stifled moan– “all yours, I’m gonna– fuck – gonna take care of you.”

All that matters is her breaths against his ear, and the way her skin tastes: salty and sweet and floral, and the fact that she’s moaning his name and digging her fingertips into his chest. He fucks her a little harder, and a little faster, and is rewarded with a muttered oh, god as she thrusts against him, teetering on the edge of a precipice. He wonders, somewhere in the back of his mind, why any of it matters at all– the Akatsuki and his plans, revenge and death and the prevention of the inevitable– when what he cares about most is here beneath him, and she’s so fucking perfect.

“Tell me you love me,” he orders, trying to sound authoritative instead of pathetic.

“I love you,” [y/n] obliges, pulling him closer. “I love you more than anything, Itachi Uchiha. I’ll – god– I’ll wait for you, die for you– whatever it takes.”

He groans into her dip between her neck and her collarbones, then pulls back to kiss her on the mouth, as though he can taste the words she’s just spoken: wonderful and earnest and better than he could have hoped. “I love you too,” he says, breathing the air from her lungs– “I love you.”

“I-I’m gonna–” [y/n] gasps, grabbing Itachi’s hips in an attempt to force his cock even deeper inside of her.

“Are you going to cum for me?” He asks, smiling against her lips. “Good girl,”

The hand on her hips moves between her legs and she tilts her head back, no longer able to keep kissing him as any iota of thought and control gives way to ecstasy. He feels her walls clench around him, once, twice– and this pushes Itachi over the edge as well, crying out her name as he finishes inside her.

For several heartbeats, neither of them can move, their chests rising and falling as they struggle to breathe.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” He whispers, letting out a low laugh and looking down at her face, tinged pink, eyes still half-shut.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”