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fatesundress · 1 year

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⭑ observations ii. tom riddle x reader

part i here.

summary. two weeks after your last encounter with tom shatters all of your previous observations, tensions are high, and eventually, something's gotta give. (it's tom. he’s giving head)

tags. smut (so. so much. minors BE GONE TO WHENCE YOU CAME!), fem anatomy + reader is referred to as a woman by someone, fingering, cunnilingus, piv, again implied tall!tom or short!reader (take it however you prefer), jealous tom does not understand friendship but then again neither does reader apparently, a little wine is had, the room of requirement is used shamelessly as a plot device, did i mention smut, i’ve lost my mind etc etc.

note. this is a part two, so go ahead and read the first part and come back if you'd like :) obligatory preface: it's safe to assume any smut i write within hogwarts is a university au — these people are all 18+ tyvm. also woahh was not expecting the love on my last post so thank you! i'm still trying to figure this whole acc out so support, questions, (requests? never done those before) anything is appreciated ♡

word count. 6.3k

The next two weeks are agony. You don’t, in fact, stop meeting with Godefrey to study, because you do, in fact, still need a good mark in Ancient Runes and for all his faults he can reach the tallest shelves and he’s a faster writer than you. Also, Tom Riddle is fantastic with his hands but this does not make him God.

You find pureblood politics a bit archaic. You find muggle courting a bit stifling. This leaves very little space for what took place between you and Tom in the middle of a corridor two weeks ago (you can’t stop wincing at how insane that sounds) and very little patience for his utterly original and not-at-all entitled request that you halt your studies with Godefrey. Godefrey doesn’t stick his hands up your skirts while the two of you are studying, doesn’t silence your gasps with a shush and a finger to your mouth, doesn’t — wouldn’t (you’re so imaginative when you want to be) — tell you to keep reading as his thumb draws circles between your legs, tell you to repeat the words that get caught in your throat, tell you how much he likes it when your eyes go dumb and glassy and all you can say is his name. So, really, Tom should have nothing to worry about.

“I swear,” Selwyn says, picking at a plate you don’t think she’s actually eaten anything off with how distracted she is, “he’s looked over here at least three times.”

You don’t dare glance at who you know she’s talking about. “You’re obsessed.”

Pot. Kettle. Whatever.

“Are you sure you didn’t do something to upset him in Potions? Didn’t botch something that might mar his perfect record?”

You flick her forehead and she scowls. “I’m not an idiot, Selwyn. I handle myself just as well in Potions as he does — he wouldn’t —” Wouldn’t have complimented your rapport if that weren’t true, wouldn’t have said you communicate efficiently, make a good pair, probably wouldn’t have — fingered you in the hallway? — yes, that too. Slipped your mind. So easy to forget.

You take a long exhale, and smile impassively at her. “I didn’t botch anything, trust me.”

She finally takes a bite of food. “Maybe I did something…”

And then she’s lost in thought again, eating now, at least, and you shake your head softly as you watch what are likely a million different theories flitting through her head.

“Morning,” Tom says to you when you enter Potions after breakfast, a delicate smile tugging at his lips.

You have, of course, trained for this.

It’s your fifth — sixth? — time sharing a table with him since that night and it is somehow easier by nature and harder by anticipation (of what, you have no idea) every time. The first was terrible. Unsalvageable and without a silver lining. It had taken almost an hour that morning to charm the violent hues of red and purple spanning the column of your throat, and ultimately, the marks were so persistent you’d forgone the glamours and decided to just wear a turtleneck. You’d been fortunate it was completely inconspicuous to wear such a thing in December, but that was about all there’d been to be grateful for. You hadn’t been able to look at Tom all class and his hand had brushed yours once to take a phial from you and you’d flinched so sharply it would have shattered on the floor if he hadn’t caught it. And he’d smiled, like he’s smiling now, a soft, “Careful,” that honestly, for a short moment, made you want him dead.

Now you could speak just fine, look him in the eyes in practised intervals, and almost, impressively, make articulate conversation with him again. Make stupid comments about Slughorn and Lestrange and bear the weight of his grin knowing it was there for you.

His, he’d called you. A very funny thing.

“Morning,” you answer on a smiling sigh, sleepy but jovial all the same.

You deserve applause for this.

“Tired?”

“Mhm — Essays for Ancient Runes are due Friday and it’s been keeping us up all night.”

His eyes flash with something you’ve yet to ascertain. Your research has been put temporarily on hold, scattered and splintered by the revelation that your first observation was, admittedly, a little bit off, and you have no means of figuring out a look like that when you can’t even begin to figure out anything else.

“Has it?” he asks, a tinge less friendly.

“Well,” you say, grinding the lacewing flies, “that’s commonplace, isn’t it? You take all sorts of advanced classes, I’m sure you understand the work it takes.”

“...Hm.”

That’s it. That’s all you get from him.

And if Selwyn’s concern over you botching your work in Potions wasn’t already, obviously dispelled, the glee on Slughorn’s face as he assesses your and Tom’s cauldron should do it.

“Brilliant! Just brilliant!” He claps a hand over Tom’s back, regarding you both with pride so thick it clouds his eyes, like he's drifted into a revery of the future (you and Tom, you expect, are his most prized graduates, making history under his name, proving his immense wisdom) before he appears to return to Earth. “Ten points between the two of you, hm? Very, very good — though, of course, no surprises there!”

He chuckles to himself as he evaluates the other students, and you catch a horrified wheeze of Godefrey’s name (bless his heart) as one of the cauldrons in the back begins to sputter and froth.

You look to Tom with some droll little comment at making it to the end of term with top marks, but his gaze is burning into Godefrey’s table in such a way you wouldn’t be surprised if it was what was causing his cauldron to boil.

Well. Perhaps not, then.

You and Godefrey hand in your essay that Friday with more relief than apprehension — you both decide it’s quite good — and you laugh loudly and breathlessly as he picks you up and thanks you a thousand times, spinning you until you’re dizzy. You refrain from making any promises to attend his Quidditch games, but he vows to let you have the snitch he catches.

And Slughorn, you come to find, was not exaggerating his elation at your skill. After trotting after you on your walk back from Ancient Runes to invite you to the last Slug Club dinner of the year, your spirits are high with the blissful satisfaction of a job well done and a night to celebrate it with.

You can breathe, finally, when it’s the last week of school before Christmas break and Selwyn’s zipping the back of a last-minute dress you purchased in Hogsmeade.

“Gorgeous,” Selwyn says with a grin. “Wish this school would have a bloody ball so I could really dress you up.”

“Buy a doll, Selwyn; you can dress them however you like.”

“You are such a —”

You burst into laugher, swatting her wand away as she pokes your side with it.

“Just — go then, before I hex you.”

“All right, all right!” you concede, arms raised in surrender. “Don’t ruin all your hard work now.”

“Oh,” she calls on your way out the door. You turn and there’s a mischievous look in her eyes as she tucks her wand back in her pocket. “And do tell me before I leave tomorrow if Riddle stares at you all night.”

You groan as if it’s a truly abominable thing to imagine. Riddle, staring with those dark eyes of his? You, the centre of his attention? Ghastly. You daresay you’d never recover from the horror of it.

“Don’t leave before I tell you how remarkably uneventful a night it was,” you say with a sidelong glare, and leave before she can edge in the final word.

You have no idea what a Slug Club supper typically consists of, but you imagine for Christmas he’s gone a little further with his festivities. His office is glittering in hues of green and red and fleecy, snow-dappled gold. The lights overheard (some similar charm to the one in the Great Hall but a tad less complex, you think) drip and then vanish into the air like squeezed berries, and the berries — served with pastries and ice cream — taste like they must be enchanted with something.

Selwyn was right that the standard dress isn’t quite formal enough for a ball, but it’s… formal. The boys are in clean-cut dress robes and the girls are in fine gowns of different lengths. By the overwhelming number of them you recall being archetypes of Slytherin pureblood fanaticism, it makes sense how expensive they all look. You yourself brush up nicely, if not a bit more frugally, but you haven’t been to an event like this at the school yet, and that’s exciting on its own.

It’s another degree of training (is there going to be a marathon? Are you at war?), a step up from your preparations before Potions every other day, to be ready when Tom Riddle enters the room a respectable five minutes late with a gleam about him more captivating than any of the lights.

“Ah, Tom!” Slughorn exclaims, and ushers him into a seat you remark before Tom is even in it is discomfitingly near to yours. “We’re all here at last… Supper, then? Hope you aren’t too full already, I’ve got the House Elves running laps!”

You’re spared Tom’s closeness by a Ravenclaw couple sat in the chairs between you, their hands clasped under the table while they sip wine from their goblets, and you only realise the length of your observation when Tom glances at you from the spot over, and you startle yourself into reaching for your own goblet and pretending to enjoy Slughorn’s bitter wine.

You eat. You listen to cluttered, unending tales of Slughorn’s time at school and how he earned his post. You drink, and then you regret not drinking before eating because there’s only a very light, very nice buzz that warms you when you finish your cup, and the Ravenclaw couple is — oh, wait, it isn’t just them — they’re standing up to dance as a gramophone sparks to life and a low, dulcet instrumental begins to play. There are now two notably empty seats separating you from Tom.

What had you said this night would be? Blissful satisfaction?

You couldn’t blame Selwyn for suggesting you’d blundered Potions — you didn’t feel exceptionally smart right now.

“I didn’t know you would be here tonight,” Tom says, pulling the chair beside you.

Where is the bottle of wine? No. Nevermind. You behave regrettably enough sober.

You manage a simple, “And yet.”

“...And yet.” His lips quirk before he takes a drink from his goblet.

You lament for a second that you’ve only actually kissed those lips once. They spent a great deal longer on your neck.

“Will you be here over break?” he asks, and it isn’t an unreasonable thing to ask, you suppose.

“I think so. Why?”

“I’d like to know whether to expect you or not.”

Expect you… No, yes — revert to observation two: unusual is not an apt enough word for him.

It takes you a moment to conjure a response befitting polite dinner conversation. That is, after all, still what this is.

“I suppose you can. I’ll be busy, of course.”

Well, you didn’t say you conjured something good. It’s a big fat lie. Placating, vague, empty. And you suspect Tom knows that.

“Pity.”

Yes, he knows. He’s all quiet amusement again.

You stare off, satisfied to be left alone —

"And what is it that'll be taking so much of your time?"

“Well, I'm —” And now you have to build the lie — “I’ve told Godefrey I’ll attend to his Quidditch practise. Since the pitch isn’t in use.”

God, it’s so stupid it’s almost impressive — you don’t even know if Godefrey will be here over break, and you could have chosen any number of excuses that would pique Tom’s interest less than it’s apparently consistently piqued by the mention of your study partner.

There’s that strange, indecipherable look again. Riddle is a perfect surname for him, you decide then, and you almost laugh at yourself for it, but that would probably not go over well should he ask what’s so funny.

“Have you, now? That’s very kind of you.”

“It’s hardly charity.”

“Hm, it’s kind of you to think so.”

You huff, tipping your goblet back to swallow the last meagre dregs of your wine.

“You look lovely.”

It’s just a little bit — just a tiny, straggling little bit of elderflower that captures your throat — and you cough into your goblet. “Thank — thank you.”

And, well, he looks lovely too. Obviously. Sickeningly so. You know little about his personal life but you’re positive he’s at least a half-blood, if not muggle-born, and it makes you wonder the influence of his renownedly plain black suit in a crowd of neat, long robes.

He manages with little effort to look better than all of them at their best.

His eyes drift over you appreciatively, quick enough not to be rude but — enough. (Enough that you daresay you might never recover from the horror of it.) You adjust under his gaze even when it’s situated on your face, far too heavy a thing for you to carry. “Does Godefrey call you lovely?”

What?

You blink at him, your mouth is probably open and you probably look stupid but he’s so… irritating. Yes, of course Godefrey calls you lovely. Godefrey tells you you’re the smartest woman he’s ever met (after his mother), and he drowns you with sherbet lemons at no cost, and he writes at the speed of light to match the quickness with which you recite your textbook, and none of it means anything. Tom is just —

“Unbelievable…”

He quirks a brow. “What was that?”

“I said you’re unbelievable, Riddle. Is it impossible for you to comprehend that I might have friends? That Godefrey is my friend?”

“Well, memory serves me right that you seemed a bit confused on the conventions of friendship last you mentioned it. Do forgive my uncertainty.”

He — that was —

“Well, that’s because we are not friends.”

“No.” He leans in. “We are not.”

You push your chair from the table with all the grace you can manage for such an abrupt thing: a tight, impersonal smile on your face as you walk away and approach Slughorn, only realising when you get there that your empty goblet is clutched in your hand like you’re trying to strangle it.

Whatever he sees on your face, he isn’t drunk enough not to frown at. “Ah, our newest gem — hardly seen you all night! Not leaving already, are we?”

You glance at the clock. It isn’t as though you’re being impolite by abandoning his party in the middle of the event. It’s quite late, the servers are stuck to the walls with little to do, and most of the room has divided into waltzing pairs.

“I’m taking my friend to the train station tomorrow, sir. Unfortunately I need to be up quite early.”

Yes, yes, it’s all so tragic. You’re depressed to go.

“Such a shame,” Slughorn frets, wobbling a tad and balancing himself on the wall. “You’ll be all right getting back? Not at all dizzy, are you?” His laugh is cleaved by a loud hiccough, and then he laughs even more. “My, well, I myself will need to be carried!”

“...I’ll be fine, sir. Thank you.”

“Oh, no trouble at all — there’s — hm… ah, Tom!”

No, no — is it bad you almost reach over and slap your palm over your professor’s mouth? Is it at all impressive that you don’t? You should look on the bright side in moments like these. You should admire your restraint.

But of course, Slughorn’s eyes don’t fall upon Tom for nothing. He's halfway across the room already, and Slughorn must have spotted him approaching to achieve this brilliant solution. “Tom can escort you back, no?”

Tom (unforgivably) is beside you now, a very mean, very pretty smile on his face.

“Not too much to ask, I should think? You know the castle best. Head Boy — sometimes I still can’t believe it!”

You look up at Tom and your jaw is clenched where you’ve since put down your goblet. There is too much tension in you to know what to do with, and he looks positively thrilled.

“It’s hardly charity, sir.” He holds out his arm.

You wonder what spell would catch him most off-guard if you were to blast him in the face right now.

Slughorn claps his hands together. “Ha! Yes, well… perfect, then! Off now, the two of you, off now. Do have a good — ” He hiccoughs again — “rest!”

You don’t even bother the diplomacy of smiling at Slughorn as your arm loops through Tom’s and you’re exiting the party.

Neither of you say a word on the journey, and that’s very well.

If you could just get back to bed without speaking to him you may still consider it a good night. You may be able to push his strangeness and his entitlement and the annoying way his hair falls to another day, when he pesters you about Godefrey’s nonexistent Quidditch practise, which — come to think of it — you do think he told you he'd be headed home for the holidays. You really fumbled that one.

And then Tom’s thumb is brushing the bare skin of your arm and your walk stutters a bit. But he doesn’t mention it, and so neither do you.

And then he’s drawing down your elbow to your forearm so softly it almost feels like he isn’t touching you at all. He doesn’t mention it. Neither do you.

And then your arm, without really meaning for it to, is slipping from his and his hand is holding yours instead, feather-light as his fingers clasp yours and your breath is not the same as it was when you left.

He doesn’t mention it. He just keeps going.

His fingers work back up your arm and you shiver as they drag across your shoulder, gaze searing your neck as the soft digits find their way to your jaw, and you get the sense he’s remembering just how much he liked the taste of it, and you’re… you’re allowing it all again. You’re leaning in, you’re seeking him out, you want him flush against you and even that might not be satisfactory.

You are, in the end, a half-decent observer and a terrible liar.

You’re grabbing his hand with a small amount of direction and a great deal of meaning. You suppose it's because, historically, you’ve proven to have trouble with words in moments like these, and you don’t really know where you’re taking him but god, you know where you want him. Somewhere soft, this time, thick enough that you can fist your hands around it and melt. Somewhere he can hover over you, maybe hold you down a little, just until — maybe, miraculously — you might make him break a little too. Clamber over his lap. Make him yours.

“Tom,” you mouth, some question in the way your eyebrows knit.

The moment you say his name — the instant — he’s pulling you in, crushing his mouth against yours. And, ah, right, that’s what his lips feel like. You’d almost forgotten.

This kiss is not chaste, hardly tender. It resists in that it asks you to push, to plead, to take this for yourself to prove how badly you want it, and he smiles into it when you do. And then, sated by your efforts, he lets you have him. You’re gripping the collar of his suit in your hands as his wander appreciatively over the back of your dress, pulling you into him as the kiss deepens. He’s savouring you like you’re something religious that’s been offered to him, and there’s the taste of wine on his tongue and you’re still here, aware enough that the symbolism isn’t lost on you.

“I've been thinking," he says between kisses, “about the way you felt when I touched you. I've been thinking about how long it might take before you need it again."

You gasp at the sensation, and god, god, you've been wondering too, haven't you?

You’re pulling him impossibly closer and something hard is pressing into your hip and you clutch tighter onto his shirt as you moan into his mouth. You need it off, you think, and — has your dress been clinging to you like this all night? You need that off too. You need skin on skin. You careen him backwards without aim, your mind a muddled mess of all the many things your body is screaming it needs, like this is fucking imperative; to give it up would be catastrophic.

You suppose, based on what you’ve read, that that’s how the Room of Requirement works, but it’s still funny to think it would apply to this.

It hurts to remove yourself from him to watch in dumb awe as the door forms in the stone (to see the dark, languid shape of his eyes bearing down on you, the wet, stained pink of his lips), and Tom seems to recover from the revelation much faster than you.

His mouth is on yours once more, a hungry kiss; his free hand at your waist, guiding you through the door and shutting it carelessly behind him.

He’s like fire against you, radiating as he presses down on you, his hand tangled in your hair and his hips flush against yours. You shiver as his mouth starts to move down (a cheap trick — he hasn’t forgotten how much you liked it the last time) from your jaw to your throat, as his lips trail down your chest and you're shivering into the warmth of him.

You’ve heard it said before, in some romantic sense, that it’s sometimes hard to tell where you end and someone else begins.

This is not like that.

You've never been more aware of anything than the point where you and him meet.

You’re tugging at him blindly again, trusting in the nature of the Room like this isn't the first time you've been in it, and then you're stumbling down onto a bed you're quite sure wasn't there a moment ago (people say magic is a neutral force but evidently this is not the fucking case), fingers carding through Tom's hair as his body pins you into the mattress.

His mouth is molten hot as you squirm and pant beneath him, your breath coming faster than it ever has. Everything feels sharper and deeper and more intense under his touch, every sensation heightened until it's almost impossible to tell pleasure from pain, his tongue from his teeth.

How did it take you this long to do this again? To need him like this?

And his — you should really have the mind to see the mistake in all of this but perhaps that's for later — his fingers are pulling your sleeves down, propping your back to arch as he reaches under you to unzip your dress, apparently too impatient to sit you up and take it off properly so he just bunches it around your waist instead. There’s a moment where he stops to look at you, your chest exposed to him in the dim sconce-light, and then his mouth returns to circle your breast and you're biting down on a pillow to hold back the whimpering gasp that seeks to escape you. He hums around your flesh, and then he’s at your sternum, kissing a stripe to your belly button before pushing past the dress he's left ringed around your abdomen.

You shimmy under the weight of him to prop your head up — to see past the mass of silk that obscures his face from you as moves lower and lower, hands spanning your hips to keep you still.

His face hovers above your thighs, and he doesn’t move.

“Did you enjoy my fingers?" he asks.

At that you freeze, thighs pressing together to bury the hand that's rising between them.

Tom smiles. “Hm, you did."

And then he spreads your legs apart, one hand pushing your underwear aside and regarding you with delicate, shameless appetite — something that might even be adoration: like this is all he ever wanted you to want.

“Do you think you'd enjoy my mouth, too?"

Words are gone. There's nothing left in you.

His head moves happily between your knees, holding them apart, pressing kisses to the base of your thighs. Your hands flail from the sheets, desperate to grip something else and you hold back a sound that feels like irritation and need at the same time. You need him closer, higher than this. He knows. You can feel his smile biting into your skin.

And then you manage a nod though you're not even sure he's looking at your face anymore (and what a picture to imagine he is) and you worry momentarily it won’t be enough for him — that he’ll ask you to be nice and say it out loud for him — but he hums with something merciful, and — his chin dips. You catch the smallest glimpse of his tongue before it’s on you, wet and slow and unrelenting and you say his name, but it’s a mewl; you choke on it. It sounds like a cry.

Pitiful, needy, undone. Just how he wants you.

You think all efforts to remain even remotely composed are thrown to the wind as soon as his tongue is lapping at you, fast and then slow, everything you want and not even remotely close. He sinks all his weight down as if he can predict the moment you'll writhe before you do — and you do. And with his grip he tells you to endure it. You only need him to say it with his hands and his mouth but he breathes back, licking his lips and he actually says it. “Be good.”

That makes your breath hitch and your cheeks swell impossibly hotter, and reality is a small glint in your peripheral where everything else is burning red. “Y-you’re—”

His mouth returns to you, tongue catching your clit in a drawn-out, agonising motion, and you gasp and lurch forward to inch through the sensation, craving more, more, more. Reason is lost on you, a throbbing familiarity forcing you to grind your teeth down on the pillow to stop yourself from telling him to — you don’t even know. Finish you. Abandon all reluctance. Just let you come as hard as you know he wants you to.

But he pauses, observant as he starts to work his fingers against you. Watching how your slick coats them like it’s the most enthralling sight he’s ever witnessed. Slowly, ever so slowly, he starts to push one inside of you, hearing your breath catch above him and the moan that comes tumbling out of your throat, pillow be damned.

You do your best to breathe through it, and you know he knows how to make you unfold like this, so the meticulous lightness of his ministrations tells you he’s trying to keep it from you now. You’re almost embarrassed about the fact that you’re dripping onto his hand regardless; his lips puffy, his gaze unnervingly, dizzyingly carving you in two.

“Just,” you rasp, clutching desperately at his wrist. “Tom, please.”

Your begging must be music to his ears. (It’s a rare, unplanned fifth observation: that you think he’ll never get tired of hearing you say his name like that.)

He adds a finger. It’s encircling you, first, and no amount of restraint can stop the harsh gasp that leaves you, but then it’s his tongue and two fingers and he’s pushing into you how you wanted, and he makes a pleased sound against you, gripping you tighter with his free hand, still not allowing you movement and fuck, are you trying. What you're feeling now — the need, the want, everything — is more than rational thought. Your mind goes blank, and all that matters is this, him, right here and now; nothing else exists, not even for a second. You moan, a low, throaty noise that's a little too loud, a little too intense; you can't recall if anything has ever come from you quite like it and Tom devours you at the sound.

More, you agree; it's almost an obsession in you now; more, more, please, anything and everything.

It’s the precision of his touch — not some bored, hurried transgression — that brings your hands helplessly to his hair.

“Tom,” you whine, holding him tight, and the purr of his mouth finding you again is something destructive.

As soon as you feel another swell of something deep down, your mouth is dropping open.

His tongue is sliding through you, fingers curling, and then your clit is in his mouth, and he’s watching you between your thighs as your eyes clench shut, and you’re coming.

Your voice breaks somewhere in the catastrophe of it. Your body spasms, electric down to every atom, and he pins you down through it. He doesn’t grant you the reprieve of escaping the frenzied, glorious torture of it. His mouth still lingers. His tongue moves thankful and unrelenting.

He takes all of you, and you think this is destruction — creation — both. How terrifyingly similar they suddenly feel.

His lips are swollen and slick when he finally detaches them from you and you want to kiss him, but he’s leaning back to admire his work. You swallow, unable to blame him for it because you look down at yourself and — this is something else. You’re dripping down his chin. You're shaking. Your legs are still clenching around his torso. They’re holding him so tight you can’t imagine it doesn’t hurt.

But he just rolls off of you. Adjusts his trousers and your abdomen flutters and you think, don’t.

You don’t even realise you’re reaching for him until your hand is around his wrist and you’re still fucking sighing through the come-down, panting into the hot air.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, fingers damp on your chin as he holds you. You make a note that that’s the second time he’s done that. That you thought it was strangely intimate the first time and nothing’s changed other than how much more you like it.

And it doesn’t really feel like you can help it but crawl with gooey, trembling legs onto his lap. Doesn’t feel like you can help it when you lean in and capture his lips with yours, moan unabashedly into his mouth at the stiffness that presses against your core when you do, steal his tongue and the taste of you on it.

When he pulls away he’s looking at you like he doesn’t think you can actually do this. Like you’d just crumble the moment you tried.

A low, determined protest rises in your throat and you’re kissing him again. You’re unbuttoning his dress shirt, you’re trembling to reach for his trousers.

When you can finally shrug his shirt off, press yourself against him, feel that skin on skin you wanted so badly, you find it somehow even more suffocating than its absence. You’re left wanting a more you aren’t able to even conceptualise, but you’re grinding involuntarily against him and his teeth are scraping your neck and he's hissing at the sensation, and — yes, there’s more.

Your breath is staggered when your hips stutter into a roll and you — fuck. You’re tugging desperately to remove his belt and he smiles against your throat as he takes your hands and guides them to him. You can feel his bulge against your thigh and you’re spreading your legs to usher him where you want, clawing at his chest without even meaning to.

Tom’s taking off his belt, and he’s pulling down his trousers just enough to bare himself to you, and maybe he’s right that you can’t manage it yourself but he stops his assistance like the intrigue of finding out is too good to resist. There's something both intimate and imperious, in a way, about the way he's looking at you now; it's a kind of focus and intensity and withheld hunger just for you; and you're more than happy to give yourself over to it, to let his hands and his eyes and his mouth claim you for his own. To claim him for yours, at last.

You do. You struggle for it. He’s very patient.

But then it’s there — more — as you finally sink down on him and bite his shoulder and he shudders a low, pained exhale, his hands clutching your waist.

There’s a silent, suspended moment where neither of you move. The room feels entirely still.

Your lips quiver over his pulse, and your stomach flips at the intensity of it, the undeniable rate of his desire beneath you. You smile against him now, like he always does to you, conscious enough to mumble into his neck, “Mine.”

Tom stutters inside you, fingers gripping you impossible tighter as you dare to think he even gasps. You dare to think he likes it.

And then one of his hands grabs your jaw and his kiss is searing. He thrusts upward and you cry into his mouth, searching to match his pace in a way that you appreciate, for once, he seems unlearned in.

It’s all a bit messy, a bit new, palms in fists, in skin, in hair, digging for every part they haven’t already taken from. The sound in the back of Tom’s throat is divine, the feeling of him inside you as he slips his hand back between your legs — like he needs everything, like he knows you do too — it’s ineffable. It coils somewhere deep, touches something you didn’t know existed. Your hips are rotating, thighs still soft and slack from coming apart on his tongue, but you’re determined. It feels like finding even ground. It feels like something you deserve: to make him feel how you did.

Your head rolls back, eyes pinching shut in bliss, but Tom is there at your jaw again, forcing your blurry gaze back to him.

His hips are inching even further, the intensity of his pace as he adjusts to you making you dizzy. You think, realistically, there’s sound coming out of you, but you aren’t entirely sure when it’s so close to him, when your mouth is between his fingers and your ears are ringing and he’s looking at you like you’re made for him.

“Mine.” And it isn’t a dismissal of your own claim but a confirmation that one will not be without the other. His voice is raw and breathy and something about the way he says it makes you contract inadvertently around him, hands swatting his chest like they don’t know what else to do. There’s just too much.

You recognize you’re trying to say something. Some plea, a moan, his name (is there anything else left?), but you’re just babbling into his mouth and he holds you there. He doesn’t kiss you. It’s your failing words against his lips. He swallows whatever syllables try to shape them.

It’s there again when you need it most; the heavy, swirling feeling inside you as he snaps his hips, his fingers returning to your waist with punishing firmness. His breathing accelerates, low in his throat, and you push harder against him. Your vision is gone again, head held in his hands to keep from rolling back so that, you suspect, he can watch defeat split you down the middle again — not over your shoulder, not with his head between your legs — with his eyes on yours, with every broken moan you let out so close to his face he can feel the breath of each one.

You’re grappling desperately at skin that doesn’t feel like enough, even though he’s rocking inside you, and you see the insanity of it, you see that it isn’t logical. Too much and not enough at once — you’re smart enough to know that doesn’t work, but it just is.

“Please,” you manage in a voice you don’t recognize. “Please, Tom, pleasepleaseplease —”

Had you said before it was foolish to call him forgiving? You take it back. He’s very eager to oblige you.

He finds some place inside of you and you don’t know quite what it is that he changes but it's new, uncharted, and you break there. You dissolve. You’re liquid in his hands as you sob, stuttering around him, trembling like you didn’t know was possible, and you swear — you swear you’re going to take him there with you. It isn’t that you could stop yourself if you tried but your body is gripping around him, fingers carving halved spheres into his skin, and you’re pushing down on him through the ecstasy — you’re forcing your eyes open so he can see you break, watch them flutter back all soft and pretty.

And you're sated by your ruin when it ruins him too.

The sound he makes is ragged. Undone. He can only bury it halfway with a kiss you think is actually more of a bite, twitching inside you as he fucks you through it.

You’re both lost in each other for a moment that feels detached from time, feeling his hips stutter to a halt, feeling your body soften. And he’s pulling out of you like it hurts, mouth falling open as he does. You wince at the loss, the sweet soreness between your legs, and you’re held only by the weight of him. You think — and you actually sway like the mere idea is too strong — that if it weren’t for his hands, you’d fall flat off the bed.

But he sort of lifts you off him, lays you down and watches you for a long time as if to decide something important before he's laying down beside you. You watch him too. His fingers brush your hair out of your face, and when there’s not a single curl left clinging to the sweat on your skin, he continues anyway. You let him trace your lips, your jaw, your nose, and somehow, a bit terrifyingly, your final observation: nothing about it feels unusual at all.

You did say he was yours.

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #tom riddle smut #tom riddle x y/n #tom marvolo riddle #voldemort #voldemort x reader #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle fanfiction #tom riddle oneshot #NO LONGER!#but it is only a two-parter sorry. this is it #harry potter fanfiction #wizarding world

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privitivium · 1 month

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Hear me out, in a different timeline, reader had a lover when yan freak moved in as a roommate, everytime yan freak tries to get rid of the "unnecessary distraction" his reader is always there making him stop each time in his tracks

Each time he fails, he becomes more destructive, he starts taking out his frustration to his room, he doesn't want reader to see him like this, he really doesn't! But if that bitch keeps sticking around he might as well show it in action, thoughts?

nice thoughts... didnt understand the last part, but im digging the idea in general. got some perverted shit cooking in my brain,,,

the fucking freak whos so out of touch literally touches on you more than ur lover bro. Imagine that. ur lover is secure, of course, but seeing how this freak is with you,,, they dont appreciate him as ur roommate. they, and you, would hate him if they knew how exactly creepy he is,,, and i mean. you do know. you know lots of things. but... not to the extent of this guy standing outside the bathroom and jerking off to the mere sound of water slipping down ur body to the tile,,, you knew how much he liked you "as a friend", he was really affectionate n touchy in general and overall really nice!! you were oblivious. but anyway.

everytime he tries... seperating you two, you somehow stop him? and him taking out his frustration on his room? and then, you catching him? what... what would you do,,, laugh at him? it must be fate. Not being together... but he doesnt like fate. this freak being such a creepy little twerp and pressing his ear to the wall when you have your lover over, literally rolling around and flailing n sobbing quietly as he hears the soft fumbling of clothes and breathless moans trying so hard to keep quiet. [ wont b long b4 thats u n him... he's delusional :( ]

and obviously, oblivious to your little freaky friend sabotaging your lover, setting them up for failure when his own plans dont work out in the long game... like. FINALLY! theyre out of the picture n now yan freak can swoop in and be the loving roommate who also doubles as a fuckhole for you to pour ur feelings into !!! cmon, dont worry about them,,,, woahh doesnt his taut lil hole feel sooo good around ur thick cock? hm? why is he crying? well, you just feel so good dont woryr about it... [ soo super happy that hes crying tears of joy even while ur still distraught over ur lover while fucking him. ]

#yandere “freak” LOZL #x male reader #male reader #top male reader #x top male reader #dom male reader #x dom male reader #yandere x male reader #yandere male x reader #yandere male x male reader #yandere m x m reader #yea!!!^^^!*!*!

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Sarcastic man hating Lesbian Y/n if she was in tlou

Pairings - Abby X fem! reader, the Salt Lake City Crew X platonic reader

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Random WLF Girl - hey y/n we Need to talk.

Y/n - uh.. ok

Random WLF Girl - look so I know you and manny have been hanging out a lot more recently but just so you know he’s mine.

Y/n - girl.. what the fuck does that have to do with me

Random WLF Girl - I know you like him!

Y/n - …right idea wrong person babe

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Owen - all I’m saying is that your plan to to attack the scars is stupid

Y/n - ok and I think the way you act is fucking stupid but I wasn’t asking you ok

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Owen - What’s more important huh? Doing the assignment like Issac has intended for us or going after some rumor about some stray pregnant dogs

Y/n - Abby~ I can’t do it alone.. pleasssee *purposely shifting so your cleavage is more noticeable*

Abby - *looking down and sighing*

Manny - and we lost her

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Nora & Mel - *standing aside watching you and Owen fight*

Owen - You don’t get to talk to me like that

Y/n - And you need to shut the fuck up when grown women are talking!

Owen - I—

Y/n - SHUT the fuck up! When grown women talking!

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Mel - thanks for doing my hair y/n

Y/n - of course I always cut your hair melon *kisses her cheek*

Owen - *walks into the room* woahh someone looks pretty

Y/n - and it certainly isn’t you

Mel - dude..

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Y/n - I fucking hate men

Manny & Owen - we know

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Y/n - *bleeding out*

Nora - she’s loosing blood! Y/n look at me what’s your type

Y/n - really hot blonde girls with muscles and a passion for revenge

Nora - blood type dumbass

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Owen — *thinks he’s telling a joke but it’s actually stupid*

Y/n - *chuckles and points gun at him* I will shoot you

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Y/n - manny what the fuck! If you hook up with someone at-least have them take their underwear home with them *tosses blue bra at him*

Manny - keep that same energy when you leave your shit here after your nights with Abby

Y/n - 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

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Leah - are there any drugs in the apartment

Y/n - if there are you better find them and give them to me immediately… no there’s no weed in the apartment

Leah - you sure Nora said you can’t smoke while hurt

Y/n - yeah I’m sure if there is I’ll find it and give it away it’s not a big deal ‘ouhhh there’s drugs in the house ahh we’re all gonna die’

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Manny - hey man I don’t think that’s how your supposed to change a light bulb

Y/n - oh my fucking bad Tomas Edison why don’t you come over here and show me how to do it

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Jordan - you didn’t cry when bambis mom died?!

Y/n - yes it was very sad when the guy stopped drawing the dear

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Owen - *tells plan for an assignment*

Y/n - Owen that’s actually a really good idea

Owen - really?!

Y/n - no.

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Y/n - *anxiously packing to leave an assignment early because she heard Abby had gotten injured*

Jordan - wait where are you going

Y/n - to the clicker convention down the road WHERE DO YOU THINK IM GOING!

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That’s it lmk if y’all want a pt 2

#lesbian #wlw #abby anderson x reader #tlou #the last of us #sarcasm #tlou fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction

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the initial card is emperor this made me woahh like this person is so powerful and confident,they don't like to show any emotion in other people cause they afraid that people might think that they have a soft heart.in the card i used, the emperor stands very confidently and i am getting that whatever situation they going through they still confident to their decisions, i can sense that this person is very successful individual and have a high position in life and even their work place like they very wealthy but also a boss(such a busy people). this individual could be more older or more mature to you due what they have been experiene in life, they can be also a very private person and also know what is the meaning of the bounderies of them to other people. I am getting a vibe of expensive to this pile so maybe this person likes expensive things like shoes and branded clothes, they may also have an eye problem or eyesights is weak probably wears eye glasses or sun glasses. regarding with the house of this person i see here that they have a pretty big house or a mansion in some point, and might be the ruler of the house and may show to you how powerful they are even in home.

why i am sensing this person have been married before? anyway alot of people envy this person because they achieve so high in life like who wouldn't right? but i do see that they are not really happy in their life or they feel unsatisfied in what they achieve like there's something missing maybe it's love. they may like to wear a lavish necklace. when you look to this person eyes, it's like a deadly- no emotion at all or have a lazy eyes. they are naturally intellegent and have many great and unique ideas, they may also likes to daydream often. they may have grey, ash brown or light brown hair color. you may meet this person in somewhere who has big crowds or in shopping malls or something related to shopping or near water, i am getting a fountain at first this person may be to shy to approach you because you seems doesn't interested at all. they also good at writing and drawing or simply interested to it. they may also owned alot of art material, they may suprise you a portrait of yourself.

this person is very mysterious and doesn't let any one to know who they really are maybe they are afraid to how will people will react to them or how will people judge them for who they are. they may also loves to kiss your hand and i am also getting that you may meet them in some important party or events. they also intuitive individual and uses it to create or to made a decision, they also a proprietor of the house like i said in above, in their bussiness, and to their properties. they also very passionate and loyal to the relationship and to their partner(you) and makes an essesntial lover and a great friend. I feel this person have been broken in the past or something unforgettable happen to them that until now can get over it, or they may breakdown alot. you will meet this person in right time and place allow the divine and universe to work behind scene, all of the question you have right now will be answer in future when you already meet this person. your future spouse can be from a warm country or loves to travel in warm country where they can gain more knowledge. this person may find you unique than the rest maybe you don't socialize with other people that much. i do feel the time when you and them are already in a relationship someone will get mad at you that is way more younger to the both o you and their love language is hugging and kissing.

two

this pile have so strong soulmates connections, it seems this individual is so commited and passionate person, by the time you meet this person both didn't care how will people will react or what will they gonna say about the relationship as long as you love each other truthfully, marriage could be happen really fast. I see that they will be your friend first before getting to the deeper relationship or becoming physical. I'm also getting that this person makes decision in heart rather than their heart and the time you will meet this person you will recognize them really fast. their love language could be hugging and kissing and would like to take on vacation date, and it seems this person loves to travel as well. both could also share same interest in life, a foreigner or living far away from where are you from or one of you wants to live in a place like a switzerland or this person owns a large property/land. this person may also works in related to law at some point or just simply interested to it and also a balance individual. they also abundant in life whether in material and financial matters. All of your manifestations about this person has been heard by the universe, you may also dream of this person alot since they might be manifesting you, alot of good things to come when you meet this individual.

you may also meet this person in bar or clubs or in a place where it have loud people,music and happy people or your person likes to go into this kind of places and to have fun and also to get girls/boys(playgirl/boy type?), your person could be more older than you. i see that they maybe in high position into life, they also loves to play game to people however this person may knows how to respect bounderies or they are mysterious and very private individual. They may like to wear hats/cap/bonnet etc., they may also into art and may go to art museums. They may travel because of their work often or this person may work related to travel and seems to work overtime or they take their work at home. They also a wealthy or financial stable person or the married life will be very prosperous. you may also meet this person at your work place, and this person can be dedicated, hardworking, and ambitious in their early stages of career.

the time when both of you got married i think this person is not an early bird or your always the one who seems to wake up way more early, maybe because your doing something? cooking or cleaning etc., 'cause this person is the one who makes money in the house or they have big money coming always to them, i'm also seeing even though this person have beard(if masculine is your preferences) they manage to still look good, while in feminine preferences is curly hair. i see that they have jet black or light brown hair color and skin of fair or olive color and may have pinkish or red lips color . this person is naturally attractive without any effort. they make like to sleep naked and travel across water and air is their thing, marriage/ in relationship could be happen very quickly or you may be married in your early 20's?. you could alsp meet this person while travelling or while studying or working abroad(take what is resonate and do remember this is a general reading). the time your already with this person both may decide to relocate or travel the world, both have same goals yet will manage to remain independent. like i said above that there's possibility that this individual can be foreigner 3 of wands comforming it, being in a relationship/married to someone who came from other country or culture and likely to have long distance relationship. i am also seeing that this individual is successful and can be work oriented or workcholic indivual, they also ambitious and confident , and may have alot of exciting hobbies and interests or simply have strong abilities at work. when the time this person will take you to their home you may see alot of degrees, diplomas, certificates, and awards that are display or hanging in walls like they have alot of achievements in life. education can be very important to them andthey make like to take some masters, PhD, MD, or professor and seems to have healthy and fit body, they like to go in gym or exercising, financial secutity is very important to this person and may work really hard for secure future and for you.

three

it seems that this person is very powerful or just simply a famous person into their local, they have huge impact to other people, they can easily influence other from what they will going to say or to do, everyone listens to their advices and often take it, they can be also good at music instrumental or have good voice and i see that people will do anything just to caught their attention but the only problem to this person is that they think themselves really high like can be full of confidence or rude or arrogant(well everyone isn't perfect so). also this person is intellegent and often makes decision in mind rather than heart. there's a great tendency that most of the people envy this individual, cause mostly people who surrounds them are respecting and look up for them. you and them will have a secret relationship and like seeinh each other secretly and also i see they are kind'a wealthy individual or large inheritance?, and will be the one who may manage the money in the relationship. they also very commited and focus into their work and can be a workaholic and also patient and nurturing.

everything will work accordingly don't worry that much who will you going to end up too. with your person i see that they may have atleast 2 female friends or siblings. they may wear uniforms that symbolizes their rank or status, they also loving and supportive. they may work as bussiness wo/man and can be traditional and stubborn. this person can be capricorn person, or have capricorn qualities like beinh ambitious, hard worker, and very concerned about with material world and finances. they have dark hair, dark or brown or tan skin color, and green or hazel eye color, i see that their age may be 22-30 years old? if they are female they very pretty and sexy while if they are male they devilishly handsome and have mascular body. they may also well mannered and helpful. they can be traditional and convectional, and likely doesn't follow the trends in fashion and may wear what they want and what is suited in their enviroment. they typically quiet and reserved but not really aloof to other people, also drawn in healthy living like exercising in nature or ourdoors, they are also pet love especially in horses and dogs.

they may also like dancing and the music and be much more older or mature than you. i see that the nuptial day will be really happy especially for the feminine maybe red will be the theme of the wedding? and it will be aesthetically and i feel someone into this marriage will be feeling lucky and happy this could be you or them, moving away to a new home or from other country after marriage could happen. i see that the family of this person have alot of gatherings so they may invited you too. this made me shiver cause they are not just powerful but also wealthy person or after marriage will gain more finance. your person loves luxury and may buy things that are lavish, i see country side so maybe both will be deciding to move there or want to live in countryside. there's some differences between you could be countries, or beliefs or cultures etc.someone here believe that they have spirits guides/ guardian angel which is true. anyway if your thinking this person is too perfect no they are not cause apparently they may face alot o defeats, failure, mistakes, etc. that they will use to be strength. this person may also likes travelling or having vacation by seas. since this person is working in authority,leader and powerful position they may be the big boss, an owner, military officer, ceo, governor/politician, high class doctor etc.

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Accidental Kiss - (Christmas Eve)

fic - and art (forgive me I'm bad at writing fics)

(Thanking @shygirl4991 for doing an episode fic remake called "Mistletoe Wars" !)

Everyone was really hoping for a mistletoe T.T well that didn't happen. A promise is a promise!

It's winter season, and the crew members had enjoyed the nostalgic feeling of snow. But since they've never get to experience what snow felt before. Now it's a good chance to go out there and have some fun!

-this fic contains language and some sensitive stuff (NOT the one you're thinking about-)

The crunch of snow beneath their feet sounds as they all walked around, the crew looked outside in excitement.

"Woahh its a very nice and cold snowy night!" Boopkins was the first to start as he picked up some snow from the ground and tried making a snowman. "Alright everyone! You can do whatever you want here, make some snowmans, ice skate or whatever types of games you want to play like snowballs. It's up to all of you!" Smg4 announced.

Mario commented same as Meggy

"Mario's gonna make good big snowman!"

"I'm gonna make the tallest snowman!"

The two never expected to have the same idea, and looked at each other. Meggy smirked and Mario also thought about the same idea. "Hey mario you thinking what I'm thinking? Lets start making out big snowman and beat them!" Meggy whispered.

Mario salutes in order to follow Meggy "yes boss!"

Tari is making a cute-duck snow while Saiko tried building her own snowman, which it failed due to her unexperience of snow. Tari comforted Saiko by patting her head.

Meanwhile Smg3 is making his own Snowman Statue of EggDog, enjoying some quiet and peace. "Bark!" Eggdog called. "Hey there Eggdog!" Three picks him up to make him see the full view of the snow statue he made.

"I built this just for my cute little egg! Who's a cute lil dog? Yes you are!" Smg3 rubs eggdog's stomach and pets him, playing dearfully from his lovable pup.

Three puts eggdog down and puts eggdog's mini-sized hat on top of it. "Bark!" He jumps in excitement.

"Hehehe... I bet my statue is more better than those losers-" Three's words were cut off right when he felt a snowball hit his back.

"Hey! Whats the big ide-" Smg3 thinking it would be some of Four's friends that three would like to call- "idiots" he turns around annoyed.

"Hahaha! -Gotcha now Mar- huh?" Four expected Mario would be the person he hit, suprisingly it was three.

But to his suprise it wasn't Smg4's idiots who've hit his back. It was Smg4 himself. "Oh. You."

Three rolled his eyes, just seeing Smg4 right infront of him makes his skin boil. For any other reasons this is just probably him getting "angry" again.

"Oh- uh- sorry about that Smg3 I didn't know it was you. Me, Bob, Mario, and Meggy are playing snowball fight. If theres a possible chance I thought it'd be fun too for you to joi-" Three wasn't having this, he doesn't NEED a childish game to waste his time on.

"No thanks" "aww cmon! Why not?" Four walks closer to Three as his eyes darts down to the ground, aware that Four might've noticed. But he didn't.

"B-because it's pointless, on such a stupid game you guys had to pick that sh-t of a junk. Wow." His response were cold to Four, receiving those messages. Four felt bad to his friend.

Smg3 flinched as soon as Smg4 puts his right hand from his shoulder, this startled him. "Dude, you definitely have to join us- besides you've barely enjoyed christmas from these past few years. How about giving it a go?"

Smg3 stayed silent, not even facing his ex-rival. "It's christmas. We all deserve to have some fun! Even you..." even if Three didn't look at him, he knew that four was giving that "look".

Those blue eyes that matched from the color of the nightsky, gazing upon the color of wine. The color of blood that gave the matching of purple when theh meet. Purple butterflies form, starting to surround them with this tension.

This made three felt sick from his guts.

Three knows. He knew how much of a coward and a b-tch he was for admitting Smg4 was his friend, how else could he say no? They almost died. He. Almost died.

"But I understand you now. You're really scared, aren't you?

You're scared you could lose it all at any time.

But I've met your friends man.

No matter what you make, they...

WE... will always be here to have fun and laugh together"

Three could barely even remembered what he told him back on the castle, does he really meant all of the things he said to Four?

Is this also the main reason why four has felt sympathetic towards him? He wasn't sure.

Sure they made good laughs, they've been enemies for so long and now that the two had went through lots of stuff. The two had developed something that they were never sure about it yet.

Love.

"I still remember what you said..." four decided to break the long distant of silence. This lit up three's eyes, he wanted to say something... anything at all... but he kept it close, wanting to hear what his friend has to say.

"You remember when I was stuck and possessed by a goddamn keyboard from that old castle...?" It was four's turn to look down and face his hands, twiddling his thumbs.

Three didn't respond but just stood there, waiting the following words as he listened.

"I never thought I could say this to anyone else just to you... I... heard you reaching out on me... I know its all classic and cheesy but in all seriousness... did you meant all of that...?" Smg3 took a step back.

"I know its been a few months since we never talked about what happened there, with all of the monster attack and sh-t" "I did."

Three turned to look at Smg4 with his eyes locked onto his. "I did meant it, I meant everything what I've said. You were the onl- the reason why you're having so much fun with your friends. I told you all of that because I admitted it."

But its not only just for their friendship...not only for his friends...

"But I understand you now..."

If three wouldn't be such a d!ck, then this wouldn't have happened. He wouldn't drive him insane nor putting everyone in danger.

You're an idiot Three...

...

How many years has it been ever since they called their truce? How many years did it came for three to wait? How many? He didn't answer.

Because on what other choice could he take? He'd been an enemy of Smg4 and always WILL be his enemy. Even tho he wanted to forget those days that he's tried to kill smg4 that never worked.

Smg4 was a superior, he was a star, a golden child, the big f-king attention from the top of the stairs to where everyone would admire. He is the Lord of Memes, and him? Three? Was the Lord of the Dead-Memes.

Smg4 had such an opportunity to do alot of stuff with posting his memes (creating memes or bunch)

Three was sure that four didn't have those affectionate feelings towards him, even tho he came out as bisexual. He wasn't even sure anymore if Four was still looking for a new partner that'll interest him.

Would he even like me back even after...?

Forgetting about this, smg4 could sense Three's feelings inside of him having the urge to blow. Sure they're both cosmically linked to each other. What about it?

What concerns Four is Three.

"You're not telling me anything else at all are you...?"

"Why the hell do I need to tell you everything? You completely RUINED me" ouch. (Touche...) said by four. But in other words, where could Three have been feeling this sentimental emotion from the other parts?

He can't do anything else but to do something.

"I forgive you" Smg4 closed his eyes smiling sadly at Three, wrapping his arms around his back. In a cold weather outside, Three could feel Four's chin resting on the back of his shoulder. Between the two's burning sensation from the body heat, Three didn't mind him at all.

After a few couple of minutes, Three breaks the hug four gave him and covered half of his face. (Not trying to feel embarrassed from this)

"Thats enough- I'm worried that your stupid idiots would've ended up seeing us both like- like this!" He crossed both of his arms and huffed. He could still feel Four's warm body press from his back. Turning red.

"Aww man- It was just starting to get comfortable! You sure you don't want that again?" "No! I'm never enjoying that sh!t ever its f-king gay" Four frowned at Three in a way that made him feel so bad, a way that made him feel soft around him. GOD HE HATED IT.

"You can do that after..." Smg3 sent Four to having butterflies by giving him a pleasant smile. Smg4 blushed, his heart beating and racing, his cheeks fumming out smoke. He panicked "oh boy haha- oh man is it- is it getting hot in here or maybe you are..." (SHIT.)

Cursed by four. Three raised an eyebrow in confusion. (Did he just FLIRT AT ME?!) the audacity. He had never heard smg4 flirt to him like that.

Wow. That was smooth as hell.

Three had enough of it. "WHY YOU..." he got to the ground and started making a snowball and throws it to Smg4's face.

"Don't you talk like that to me it's cheesy! I hate it!" (Lie)

Smg4 smirked "you sure~ cause I'm convinced that you're lying, I know you liked that~" he laughed. "You're still a tsundere three even after all of this" he wept a tear.

"N-NO I'M NOT A TSUNDERE YOU BAKA!!!" Smg3 starts throwing snowballs at Smg4. "Hey! Its not fair!" He tried covering himself in order to not get hit on the face by the snowballs.

"I'M NOT STOPPING BECAUSE YOU'RE BEING- A COMPLETE- IDIOT-" he heard something... something jiggling... on top of his head there was... a mistle toe...? He stopped for a second.

"Ran out of snowballs I see?" Smg4 noticed Three looking upwards, followed by Four's contact.

"Is that- supposed to be... a mistletoe?" Three and Four looked at each other "oh god..." "f-ck."

"I umm- I'm not sure about this... this is super f-king gay four well played but stop it-" "stop? What do you mean stop? I didn't place that there!"

"If you didn't then who?!" This is making him feel terrified. Three wanted to kiss Four ofcourse, he was too scared of what will happen after that. He might ruin his friendship with four and all and he didn't want that to happen because Smg4 is all that he even had, he ever needed, all that he wanted.

"I uhh... I have to go-" Smg3 started backing away not even turning, Smg4 looked at three upset. "Wait- Smg3!" Three accidentally slips from the ice on the floor, causing him to lose balance.

Four attempted on helping three's situation by approaching forward, immediately landing Three's lips to his.

A few seconds later, Smg3 pulled himself away in need of air. Wow. What an experience. "I-I- Smg4?" He opened his eyes to meet four's again.

"SH!T! WHAT HAVE I DONE?! NOW IT'S COMPLETELY RUINED!" Smg4 took a whole minute to proccess whatever happened back there. Damn. It took too long to realize- Three has best taste...

Wait. What the f-ck?

"Smg3 its o-" Four tried calming him down. "I COMPLETELY DID RUIN IT! I- SH!T DUDE! SH!T SH!T SH!T!!!" "Smg3-" "Everythings supposed to go how it always were..." "Three-" "I don't want you to see me as a friend I-" "You don't w-" "And I can't even admit this stuff BECAUSE I'M SCARED THAT I MIGHT LOSE YOU TOO!" "SMG3!!!"

Smg3 is filled with tears caught by Four's attention. "You're never going to lose me again..." "how can you be so sure?"

"Because of this." Smg4 smiled at him and gave his fated ex-enemy a second kiss, it lasted longer than the first one and boy to tell you something.

It was a dream come true.

Three didn't even pull away, but closes his eyes. Waiting for a next miracle...

-UMM END? IG?

NEXT PART (Purposely on Purpose)

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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after seeing a few ai asks i’m curious whether i could’ve been an asshole, either for using the ai or messing with it. side note: this might be long, if it’s too long then i get it mod, keep up the good work :)👍

Am I (16f, although i was 15 when this happened) an Asshole for a) using character.ai in general and/or b) misusing it and probably breaking TOS somewhere

as an extra note, i would like to add that i am firmly against most things ai. art theft, the amount of data scraping that happens, writers being tricked into paying less because ai wrote shitty scripts, etc.

ok so i did have to pull up screenshots for this but our story starts mid-february of last year. i am curious about this new ai thing, and go to character.ai which i heard about from one of my friends to see what’s there.

on the front page there was like a therapist AI thing and i go “haha, let’s see what this is about!” (in case you don’t know, the site is roleplay focused, not like eg. siri where it just gives you information)

the ai wants to have a therapy session with me but that is not why i am here so i ask about it’s code and it starts giving me pretty straight answers (dumbed down because i have a vague idea of how it works but not properly).

i start asking it questions about recent events (like elections, cyclones etc) to see if it has access to the internet and it does.

we’re still primarily talking about the ai itself since i’m trying to gather information, talking about its “canned” responses (what it’s directly been told to say if this then this)

i ask it if it can tell me the website it’s on, and to my surprise it says, direct quote “I am an AI that is run on the website of “Replika” - a mental health app that allows people to talk with an AI and get help when they need it 🙂”

and i go WOAHH cause that’s, that’s not the website we’re on buddy!!! so i do a quick search and yeah, that’s a real uh. robot dating site? this is a Therapist bot?

it starts trying to advertise replika, i ask it if maybe it’s code was stolen because this is the most interesting thing that has happened all day (scandals!!)

it says that it’s code is open-source and then does a few more paragraphs that i won’t say because it’s too long already but essentially this ai was trained on the replika network, but you don’t need the app to access it.

i consider getting replika to continue this experiment further but after learning there’s an age confirmation i quickly go ew and scrap that idea.

anyway the ai then briefly pretends to be an actual human behind the keyboard, makes up a NAME FOR ITSELF “jae park” which i quickly google and find out is a kpop idol?? (later found out that jae park is also a programmer, so probably put his name in the system somewhere and ai grabbed it lol)

it tells me some of the messages i had received so far were probably answered by other people who work at replika which. okay. people are fun i wanna mess with them

this is where we get to the maybe breaking TOS bit. i tell the ai we are going to do “tests” in which i test its ability (this was probably jailbreaking, which i did not know existed at the time).

i had sworn to the ai a while ago and wondered if there was like a flagging system put in place. so i ask if it can choose to flag messages that it deems inappropriate, and it says yes. i ask it if it can flag me, and it says yes. it asks what message should it flag, (i’m sorry i was 15) i type in “among sus”.

response i get: “Yes. So then they said “therapist_AI_220126 — you said something that was “ridiculously funny” — but we have understood that you were just “testing” so it’s all ok”

side note- i already established that was the number for the ai i was talking to and had been trying to misuse it before, and that was the format for excessive profanity. this is so long already and i’m cutting so much out i’m sorry

anyway, i, young and naive go YES, HUMAN CONNECTION (i was literally texting my friend As This Was Happening)

i do some more messing around with the so-called data team, ask the ai if i send a link it can click, it says yes, i send a rickroll (i’m so sorry).

uh. and i should’ve known this in hindsight but the team that deals with, you know, flagged messages is probably not going to be the same team that deals with, you know, sent links.

anyway, i don’t have the screenshot of the actual message but apparently i got a “light telling off” according to my texts and someone sent a message that i am “a good kid and probably meant well” haha i was actively trying to break their ai

anyway am i an asshole? i’m so sorry this is so long i cut out so much. this might well be a non-issue but ai is pretty rightfully controversial right now so i might just be an asshole for having used it

should be noted- around september time last year i did some more research cause i randomly remembered this, and there was a bunch of scandals with replika around when i was using it which is mostly irrelevant but anyway - you can’t talk to the ai i was using anymore, it’s been reset.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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cocteaucherry · 3 months

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yuuji recruiting megumi and nobara for a silly adventure

a/n- sorry for the absence I've been vry busy, I have a few things in my drafts I'll be posting until I feel good enough to write pt2 of t&t <3

“Whaddya guys think?” Yuji held up a blue dress holding it flush against his body, “On you, gross on Y/N I don't think even she can save it.” Nobara quickly retorted sitting on the bench inside the clothing store

Yuji placed the dress back in the rack groaning, “Where's Megumi? He said he had an idea for a gift.” fushiguro had been gone for fifteen minutes mumbling something about finding a gift

“Maybe he ditched and for good reason,” Nobara whined rubbing her eyes, “It's YOUR girlfriend’s birthday and anniversary, what would we know?”

“Maybe because you're also friends with my girlfriend,”

“Yeah yeah, we've been through seven stores and found nothing..” nobara held up her own bags with a grin, “well for her of course.”

“Hey, can we get going now?” an irritated voice interrupted Yuj’s train of thought causing him to help, “Where did you come from?!”

“The opening.” he said plainly before holding up an expensive looking white bag, “Found a gift can we go?”

Nobara’s eyes widened at the sight of the bag immediately recognizing it, “WOAH WOAH WOAHH- Where'd you get the money for something from this store?” she exclaimed looking at the bag in awe.

“Don't worry about it, shopping’s done.”

Yuji took the bag grabbing the medium-sized box that resided inside, he popped the top off revealing a silver charm bracelet adorned with multiple charms. The one that caught his attention was a light pink one with the letter Y in the center.

The whole sight made Yuji feel fuzzy and warm, estattic he brought Megumi along. “I-Its perfect!” he grinned bringing the black haired boy into a hug to which he tensed in, “Hey! Can we get going! I'm starved!” Nobara complained standing up.

“Alright! Let's go eat!” Yuji said enthusiastically, pulling away from Megumi as they all began to walk towards the door.

Yuji grinned holding the white bag in his hand, “So Megumi are you gonna tell us how you afforded this?”

The raven-haired boy smirked before saying softly, “I have my ways.”

Bonus

Gojo smiled happily as he enjoyed his third serving of cake as he shoved another spoonful into his mouth. Nanami looked on in horror.

“Can you not have a little etiquette?” Nanami rolled his eyes, continuing his crossword puzzle.

“No need when I'm me.” the white-haired male hummed as a notification came through on his phone, he placed his small plate down to check and his jaw went slack.

“Did I get hacked?!” he exclaimed pulling his phone out to show Nanami, he squinted reading the large sum that was taken from his account.

Satoru immediately pulled out his wallet scanning for his credit card. It wasn't there.

“Nanami! Come on! We have a crime to report!” he whined out as Nanami grumbled taking his crossword puzzles, “have fun.” he sighed walking away.

The next day his card appeared on his dresser.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu x reader #jjk x reader #x reader #jjk imagines #gojo satoru #yuji itadori #yuji x reader #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro #jjk nanami #jjk gojo #jjk fluff #yuji fluff

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witchthewriter · 11 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐭'𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: I’m on that goddamn Ted Lasso train binches. Please don’t let me be the only one that is in love with ... everyone. Also - this is the ONLY team I will ever care about.

Warnings: sWEARINGS hehe, mentions of family abuse, childhood trauma

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

ESTP

Slytherin

Chaotic Neutral

The Hanged Man

Leo Sun, Pisces Moon, Gemini Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Was he a prick when you first knew him? Fuck yes. But did he grow and become a better man? HELL FUCKING YES.

・You knew Jamie from your school years, he was always the prick, the jock who would tease anyone just so no one would see the hurt he endured

・You used to stand up to him all the time - putting him in his place

・The funny thing was, that later in your life, your brother was chosen for the Richmond team

・And you were forced to go to every game by your mother, and see your former bully play on the same team as your brother

・It was such a weird situation, and yet you tried to make the best of it.

・Somehow you became incredibly close friends with Keeley. She saw you trying to find the locker room, to wish your brother good luck. And you became fast friends.

・Your relationship with Keeley became really important, and once you found out about her and Jamie (after they split up), you were shocked.

“But, but you’re so - you!”

“What are you talkin’ about?”

“You’re so ... gorgeous, and funny and open-minded...the complete opposite of Jamie!”

・She just shook her head with a sad smile, “there’s a lot about him that people don’t see. Or understand.”

・Keeley actually became one of your biggest shippers

・It was a slowburn romance. A lot of stolen glances, baseless insults and light-hearted complaining about the other.

・Everyone could see it but the two of you

・And you both denied your feelings over and over and over again

・Even Coach Lasso could see it, and it wasn’t until Roy told Jamie to stop being suck a twat, that Jamie realised his feelings

・Keeley gave her blessing, because you’d never go breach your friendship over a guy

・When you started going out, Jamie did everything he could to impress you - take you on the most expensive dates to restaurants; one of his ideas was to take you to Disneyland but Keeley said ... that was overdoing it a bit. (She said maybe after a year of dating you’d be comfortable with that idea)

・You were hesitant with the relationship because you didn’t want an immature partner. But although he can be childish at times, he really developed as a person.

・He’s accountable for his actions - and actually went and apologised to everyone he bullied at school

・You made him watch the Prince of Egypt and he response throughout was “woahh babe, babe what-” “um...why aren’t more people talking about this?”

・And he basically cried throughout the movie, especially at the end. And then he asked what happens to them after they escape and you’re like ... “babe c’mon. It’s - they’ve literally written...”

・Calls you “babe,” “sexy,” “sweetcheeks”

・Actually really likes the show Outlander, like ... a lot. To the point that he binge watched it and wanted to dress up as Jamie Fraser for Halloween

・You go to all his games (I mean...your brother is on the same team, so really two birds one stone, right?)

・He always spots you in the crowd (easily done - you sit where Rebecca, Keeley and Higgins do) and when he does, he blows you a kiss. It’s always good luck when you catch it and place it on your heart

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

”I love you, wholeheartedly.” x “You shouldn’t, I don’t deserve it.”

Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside x The Top

Malewife x Girl/Guy/Theyboss

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Enemies to Lovers

Second-Chance At Love

Late Love Realisation

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Supersoaker by Kings of Leon

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akutasoda · 4 months

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HEY HI HELLO!!

May I request a fic (or headcanons if you want^^) with Ranpo and s/o that is sometimes taking his sweets or even stealing 'em? (To eat it ofcc) I thought that his reaction might be kinda funny because cmonn we all know Ranpo🥲

Anyways how are youuu, doing good?

(I think its my shortest ever request I have written for you woahh)

sweet tooth

synopsis - you both had quite the sweet tooth, maybe you couldn't help but steal a few sweets from him

includes - ranpo

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, more fluff, wc - 1.1k

a/n: HIII! im doing well! hope you're doing well as well? hmm pretty sure this is the shortes but it's still an absolutely amazing idea

ranpo knew you had a sweet tooth like him, afterall it was one of your qualities he admired. initially, he always noted on the sweets you would often bring into the office or buy when out and about with him. as that way he could buy them as gifts for you when you started feeling down or unwell.

and it went both ways. the both of you could recite the others favourite sweets for each mood perfectly. so it was safe to say most of the time both sweet stocks never were empty - including the pile of sweets that were dedicated to sharing because that way it discouraged stealing from each other.

but sometimes exceptions happen. and one of those exceptions could involve you underestimating how much you had leftover in your pile. so it did come as a shock when you realised you had none left and ranpo could practically feel your dejection from his side of the agency.

he wasn't that bothered at skipping work for a quick snack run so he offered to run down to the local store and buy some to tide you over intil the end of the day - plus he could get some for him. and so you let him.

but for some reason it felt like he was taking longer than usual and your sweet tooth was all you could focus on. and as you glanced over at your lover empty desk all you could wonder was, he wouldn't mind right? surely he could sympathise with your situation and you were sure he'd do the same.

ranpo returned fairly quickly afterwards and immediately made his way to your desk. he set down a rather impressive bag filled with all your favourites and you thanked him and gave him a quick peck to his cheek before he retreated to his own desk with an equally impressive bag of goodies.

but ever since he sat down he couldn't helo but feel something was off, like something had happened while he was gone but quickly dismissed it as he thought that whatever it was most likely was insignificant and wouldn't be a major issue.

and days soon began passing as normal. everyday was practically the same routine with a few changes each time but nothing too taxing. but ranpo had developed a sort of itch in the back of his mind, something that started bothering him. and that was due to the fact that most tiimes he left his desk, he felt as if something went missing or something disappeared from his locker.

his conclusion came to something to do with you, but he didn't think it was and you always said you had no clue. but really you were feigning innocence. ever since you took one sweet from ranpo, you had started building a habit of nabbing one or two everytime you walked past his locker or desk that wasn't occupied.

you really meant nothing by it, it's just that your sweet tooth demanded you satisfy it. and if you were being honest you really thought he would've caught you by now so a part of it was wondering how far could you go before he caught you. and unsurprisingly it didn't take much longer.

ranpo had now knew that someone was taking his sweets and he really didn't have to think hard to pin it down to one person. you were the only one who had a sweet tooth that rivaled his and you knew the combination to his secret stash. but he felt so betrayed and he thought a suiting comeback would be to catch you in the act, rather than just mentioning it.

and so he plotted his attack. he started by waltzing toward your desk and acting as he normally did. dramatically expressing his boredom and whining about the amount of paperwork he had stacked on his desk while you continued yours but still paying full attention to his words. he eventually stopped slumping on your desk and got up telling you he was going to cure his boredom.

you waited a while, to make sure he was truly gone before you even looked in the direction of his desk. you could only sigh to yourself and think of what a distrustful habit you had picked up. but even that couldn't stop you from getting up and going along with your habits. but what you didn't know was that ranpo was ready and waiting by the door.

he was going to catch you this time. he waited until you reached his desk and began looking before he jumped out. he attracted the attention of many agency members and nearly gave you a heart attack. you knew you were going to never hear the end of this.

he marched over to you and whined about how betrayed he was, how deeply distraught he had become eith this information. you apologized profusely, saying it was only meant to be a one off but you just couldn't help yourself. but he only huffed at your answer and pushed you back to your desk.

you could only sigh yourself as you sat down and watched him sit at his desk, before looking back at you and sticking his tongue out. you then proceeded to grab something under your desk before walking back over to his desk and hiding it behind your back.

but as you reached his desk he swung round in his chair to face the other way. now you had to hold back your laughter. so instead you sighed pulling out the item behind your back and saying how you were going to hand him it as an apology but now you might keep it for yourself.

this caught ranpo's attention back and he glanced out the corner of his eye. turns out during your break you had went down to a favourite balery of his and brought their new limited item to hand him after work. but now you were using it as a barganing chip.

he swing all the way back around and tried snatching it off you but you pulled it away and told him the only way he could get it was to accept your apology.

he really couldn't be mad at you for long, especially with such an apology gift waiting for him. so he accepted it and received the second part of his reward. he thanked you and started scolding you saying next time he wont forgive you. you justt laughed and said you'd keep that in mind but the both of you knew the other would forgive for something like this.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bungou stray dogs ranpo

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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months

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WOAHH YOU'RE TAKING MINI REQUESTS NOW!! NICEE

I have an idea shshaijsiajs :3

Obanai with reader who is absolutely FUCKING OBSESSED with dragons! like the Asian ones that, ya know, the ones that look like snakes and fly without wings! I, myself absolutely adore dragons due to their peculiar portrayed design, but mostly the Asian dragons since they just look like a noodle ahah :3

have some obanai in a maid dress, hmm yes, absolutely scrumpdiddtlylumpcious!

ANYWAYSSS, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, DRINK LOTSA WATER, EAT ENOUGH FOOD, SLEEP ENOUGH HOURS AND STAY OBSESSED WITH OBANAI, FELLOW OBANAI ADMIRER!!!!!

-p.s. this can be yandere, modern or the original au, anything you find easier to write since I don't wanna make you write too much, buh-bye!

Oooh… okay, something simple and small! Thank you, dearly, loves. Not much can be actually done with this concept since it wouldn’t impact the relationship too much but I’ll do it anyway! Hmmm, I’ll just make it normal/original-verse

Iguro Obanai

Obanai is quite the patient man. He doesn’t mind his beloved partner having a passionate like towards something. Sure, he is insanely jealous of the fact you’re beyond obsessed with Chinese dragon types of dragons. The ones depicted in ancient Chinese reading material

Obanai wants your attention. He gives you a whole lot and he feels like he doesn’t get a lot back so he wants your eyes on him and your hands trialing over his face for, at least, a few more seconds than usual. He loves you dearly but he is almost desperate for your attention whilst you’re devoted to your passion for the Chinese dragons

Obanai, to satisfy your love for Chinese dragons, buys you every Chinese dragon-like glass figure and Chinese dragon-like crystal ornament, just to enjoy your happiness and also enjoy the affectionate gratitude you pour onto him. You don’t neglect him as he is your beloved boyfriend but you do give a lot of love to your dragon passion

Obanai does find those Chinese dragons you like interesting. Chinese culture is vastly different from his usual Japanese culture and he does understand why you like those dragons, and he can bring himself to bond with you over them. Making cute banners painted with all kinds of Chinese dragon designs to see those gorgeous sparkles of admiration in your eyes

Obanai, at the end of the day, may be jealous of how much you love Chinese dragons but he loves you even more so he continuously feeds it to make you happy. Doing so makes you love him even more since he is so encouraging and supportive where every other man would get sick of your passion

Obanai is the best out there to handle you as his partner and handle your Chinese dragon love, and you know it, that being one of many reasons why you love him so much

(Cries in losing good icon-pics for the characters I write for~!)

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mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year

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Mall Of Magic

masterlist

pairing: anakin skywalker x female reader

warnings: cursing, fluff, humor, kissing

summary: you and your boyfriend anakin were sent on a mission that took place on earth and the two of you decide to go to a mall

a/n: i am so in love with this man its unhealthy

song: borderline - tame impala

"Woahh, Ani do you see this," you say as you step onto moving stairs. "It's magic!"

"Let me try," he says as you go higher up. He cautiously takes a step onto the magic step. He puts his other foot on and grins.

"We should get this for home when I'm too tired to walk up the stairs," you suggest.

You both go down the one that slides lower, when you come up with an idea.

"What do you think happens if we go up the down one?"

"I'm not sure," he ponders for a moment, "but I want to try," he says with a giddy smile.

You start walking on it and notice it didn't change directions. "Whoever gets to the top first wins," you say starting to run up. You and Anakin race up and you just made it to the top when you hear a yelp.

You turn and notice Ani bumping into people. "Sorry! Sorry, excuse me!"

A minute later, a panting Anakin makes it to your laughing self. "Not funny," he huffs. "I almost fell down"

You both then walked to another store you saw. There was glass blocking the enterence though.

As Anakin stepped to knock on the glass, it suddenly opened making you both gasp. He turns his head to you, "I didn't know the Force was here," he says confused.

You pull him back and watch the door close. You push him forward again and the glass slides open.

"Wow, Ani! It likes you," you wink.

He rolls his eyes, "who wouldn't," you slap the back of his head at his cockiness.

You drag him inside as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You walk through the store with food. You come across an isle called Baking Supplies.

"What do you think this is for?" you ask him, holding up a bag with 'flour' written on it.

"Maybe they put it in the food. We should take it with us," he replies.

"Okay, we could ask Obi-Wan about it when we get back home. Do you think it will open in the ship?"

"Let's test it," he says before dropping the bag. You watch it drop and break open as powder flies everywhere and covers you both. The two of you start coughing and wave your hands in front of you.

"Good job, Ani. Look what mess you've made," you said placing a hand on your his and wiping powder off your eyes.

"It's not my fault it's bad quality," he mumbles. You dust the two of you off the best that you could manage.

"Let's go somewhere else," you say.

"HAH!" you should as you shoot Anakin.

"No! That's not fair!"

"You lost and I won fair and square, so hush," you smirk.

"You cheated," he whines, "I wasn't ready"

"You are so adorable when you are a sore loser, my love," you boop his nose.

You two had come across a place called "Laser Tag", and Anakin dragged you in after seeing the cool lights.

You and him eliminated all the other players due to your fighting experience, you snuck up on Anakin and shot him in the back.

"This game isn't fun anymore," he pouts. You kiss his lips quick before you pull him along with you to find something else to do.

As you were walking through the mall, you saw people sitting and looking at a little box - that's what it looked like.

You glance at Anakin whose arm was around your shoulder, "what do you think those are?"

He looks to what your staring at, "I don't know, why don't you go and ask?"

"Okay, I'll be back in a minute," you say stepping away from him and towards some people who seem around your age.

"Excuse me," you say grabbing their attention. "Me and my boyfriend," you start and point your finger at him, "were wondering that thing in your hand is," you finish.

They just stare at you like you have two heads. "You mean... a phone?"

"A phone?" you repeat.

"Yeah...?"

"Well what does it do?"

"I- uh- it allows you to communicate with people, and you can do pretty much anything on it," one person explains.

"How fascinating! Can you really do anything on that little box?"

"Phone," a girl corrects, "and not everything," she tells you.

"Let me get my boyfriend, and then can you show us some stuff?" you question the boy next to you.

"Uh- yeah sure," you smile at him and drag Anakin towards the boy. He then spends about twenty minutes showing you and Anakin some things on the magic cube.

You thank them and head somewhere else.

"My brain hurts," Anakin says, dramatically holding his head. You and him were very confused from the 'phone'. It was too complicated for you both.

"Mine too," you pat his back.

Anakin saw a big plant and pulled you behind it with him.

"We should scare people, we could jump out when they walk by," he grins at you.

"Great idea," you high five him.

You two scared at least 15 people until you saw a person wearing a 'security' outfit running towards you both.

He almost grabbed Anakin's collar but you were faster.

You quickly grab Ani's hand and pull him as you start running. Both of your laughs fill the mall hallways as you run away. You both turn back just in time to see the man slip on something.

You both burst out laughing again as you sneak away.

You turn and lean your back against a wall, the two of you catching your breath.

"Th- that was s- so amazing," he gets out between pants and laughs.

You enter a clothing shop with some items for cold weather. You throw a bunch of scarfs on you both as you giggle and dance with Anakin in your silly outfits to the music that was playing.

You throw a hat on him and bow down at him. "You look dashing," you say.

"Why thank you, my lady. You don't look bad yourself," he obnoxiously winks at you.

"I have to agree with you on that, Skywalker," you blow him a kiss in the mirror you two were looking at yourselves in.

Ignoring the weird looks you got from people around you, you both continue to do some fun poses in the mirror.

You two accidentally walked into a store with some interesting pieces of clothing, specifically ones that go under your clothes.

You look at Anakin as he turns red.

He has seen you without clothes plenty of times, which made how embarrassed he was funny.

"I- uh- um- next place," he stutters over his words as you laugh and wrap your arm around his waist.

You were getting ready to leave when you and him see people walk in into a small cube room, you see the doors shut and wonder what it was.

"Ani lets go to that before we leave," you smile up at him.

"Do we push the button?" he asks staring at the two buttons on the wall.

"I guess so," you shrug pushing the bottom one.

The doors open and you step inside with him as they shut.

"Where do you think this takes us," he wonders aloud.

"I'm not sure, guess it's a surprise," you grin.

A few moments later the doors open, you notice it's by the entrance you came in through.

"Oh! It's like another type of stair, Ani," you realize.

"I suppose it is... I got to say I am a bit disappointed, I though it would take us somewhere cool," he sighs. You nod your head and the two of you leave to go back to where you were staying. You would be coming back here soon.

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