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hyperfixatedbastard · 2 months

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sweet, sweet silence

Vox x Autistic!GN!Reader

Dating the CEO of VoxTek Enterprises has its perks. You always get brand new devices before they even hit the shelves, and occasionally, Vox makes things specifically for you - like noise-cancelling headphones.

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WARNINGS: none!

A/N: this is for the autistic homies but it works for anyone with sensory issues! 'tis based off of my own experiences so apologies if it feels inaccurate to anyone, i'm projecting so hard rn. this is also my first time writing x reader/2nd person POV so I hope I did alright! also, i do requests if anyone would like to see more of this kind of thing :)

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"Doll, c'mere for a second, would ya?" Vox calls out to you, gesturing for you to come to his desk with a 'come hither' motion.

You raise a brow in interest as you approach your boyfriend where he's sitting in his rather eccentric chair, tinkering with...something. You hop up onto the desk, careful to sit in a spot that you know has no important screens or buttons (you learned the hard way). You don't say anything, instead just tilting your head and waiting for Vox to show off whatever he's been working on this time.

He finally lets you see what's in his clawed hands: a pair of headphones. They're clearly a VoxTek product—the blue and red color scheme gives it away—though you're certain you've never seen these on sale before. It's not uncommon for Vox to show off new products to you before they're released, though, so you don't question it.

He smirks as he holds the headphones out to you. It's not that sly, devious smile he so often has on his screen, though; it's that grin you have when you're about to surprise someone and you just know they're going to love it. "These are for you, darling."

On one hand, you get a little excited (free shit, fuck yeah!). But on the other, you're a little worried—you're not good at receiving gifts. It always ends up awkward because you don't really know how to express gratitude in an expected, neurotypical way. But Vox is well aware of that, and he can tell when you're grateful, so you push those worries to the side and take the headphones from him.

You look at them curiously, inspecting the foldable hinges, the ear cushions, and the small assortment of buttons on the speakers. You can tell that the three buttons on the right speaker are for adjusting the volume—increase, mute, and decrease—but you have no damn clue what the button on the left speaker is for.

"Well? Put 'em on," Vox encourages you, still with that expectant grin as he anticipates your reaction.

You do as he says and place the headphones over your ears. They're certainly comfortable, but you don't see what the big deal is. You already have headphones—they’re not great, as it’s damn near impossible to drown out the unbearably overstimulating sounds of Hell, but you manage. Kinda.

Just as you’re about to ask what’s so special about these headphones, Vox presses that mystery button on the left speaker, and everything goes blissfully quiet.

Your eyes widen as you get the first moment of true silence for the first time since you arrived in Hell. The sudden difference is initially jarring, but the relief is downright euphoric.

During the entirety of your afterlife in Hell, it's been ceaselessly loud and often unbearable. The screams, the explosions, the gunshots—it's incessant, and you never get a moment of peace. The V Tower is not nearly as bad as the rest of the Pride Ring, thanks to a lot of soundproofing, but there's always something. Moans and other lewd noises fill the halls of anywhere within five floors of Valentino's studios. You can hear the screeching and yelling beneath the thrum of music emitting from Velvette’s section of the tower. 666 Studios isn't much better, with the constant chattering of the crew and bickering between newscasters.

Vox's lair office is by far the quietest place in the entirety of Hell, at least in your experience. The soundproofing here is much more effective than anywhere else in V Tower, and Vox is the only person ever here. He does talk and maniacally laugh to himself fairly often, but you don’t usually don’t mind that (and he’ll typically quite down if he can tell you’re having a rough day). But it’s far from perfect—there’s still the intermittent click-clacking of a keyboard, the constant whirring of the computer fans, the low humming of all the tech, and the audio from whatever security camera Vox is spying on. You can tune it out most of the time, but it all overwhelms you so, so easily.

And you aren't very good at hiding it (at least not with Vox, who’s too observant for his own damn good when it comes to you).

Which is why your dear boyfriend has just spent the past several days making you the best noise-canceling headphones Hell has ever seen. He knows what the constant overstimulation does to you, and he sees it far more often than he'd like to. You get irritated and snippy, and sometimes it gets so bad you have a meltdown. It's gotten less common over time, but it still happens way too frequently for either of your likings.

“So, who’s the best boyfriend ever?” he hints, clearly fishing for a compliment. His voice is surprisingly clear despite the headphones practically deafening you—his words are muffled, but just loud enough for you to understand what’s being said. He's grinning at you like he's the one that just got the excruciatingly heartfelt present.

Usually, you’d have a witty comeback to Vox’s attempts at getting you to stroke his ego (always followed by an actual, genuine compliment to ease his insecurities hiding behind that ego), but you’re drawing a blank right now.

The gift is so thoughtful that you don’t even know where to start on expressing your gratitude. Noise-canceling headphones seem so obvious now, but this is Hell! Both you and Vox had died before this technology became commonplace, and not many people in Hell care that much about the noise. Vox made these headphones specifically for you. He doesn’t need them (he can quite literally just turn off his audio input) and he probably won’t make much of a profit with them as a VoxTek product. He’s a busy man, being a CEO and an Overlord, yet he took the time to make this for you himself, not even passing the project off to one of the poor souls that works for him.

“Babe?” Vox calls out gently, waving a hand in front of your face. Oh, shit—you’re overthinking your response so much that you forgot to actually fucking respond.

You blink a few times, meeting your boyfriend’s gaze. His brows are slightly furrowed, in what you think is a mix of concern and amusement. He’s a little worried he’s fucked up somehow, but he knows you well enough by now to recognize when you’re thinking too hard about something. He actually finds it quite adorable, at least when you’re not about to have a panic attack from it.

As he looks at you expectantly, you decide to just go with your gut (at least, that’s what you think you’re doing—you’ve never entirely understood what the fuck that phrase means).

You don’t give yourself time to second-guess your actions before you’re practically jumping into Vox’s lap—though it’s more like falling since you were just sitting on the desk. He lets out a little ‘oof’ of surprise before he chuckles and moves his hands to your waist, holding you steady while being careful of his claws. He smirks as you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his neck, jostling the headphones a little but not enough to fuck with the noise cancellation.

“So…you like them, then?” Vox prompts, just wanting the confirmation even though the answer is already clear. You can tell by his tone that he’s still grinning proudly.

You just gently nod, inadvertently rubbing your face against the fabric of his shirt (fortunately, Vox is a fancy bastard with high standards when it comes to clothing, and he’d long ago thrown out any garment made with fabric that triggered your sensory issues).

“Thank you,” you murmur against his neck.

His hands tighten ever so slightly around your waist, and his response is so soft you can barely hear it through the headphones. “Anything for you, doll.”

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simpingland · 4 months

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Hi hi! I would like to request a modern introvert aemond x extrovert fem!reader smut where reader just needs a lot of comfort because she's so drained from everyone and constantly putting on a brave front by being outgoing and happy. So she comes home and aemond just takes care of her and ends their night with soft smut

Thank you thank you!!

To Imagine// Modern!Introvert! Aemond x Fem!Extrovert!reader.

Summary: reader has been nothing but the the moon and Sun for Aemond, so when she breaks down for the first time in front of him, he just can't help but confess all she makes him feel.

TW: body issues! SMUT! (Fingering, oral sex female recivin, p in v).

Watching you from across the room, smiling and chatting with anyone you came across was Aemond's favourite pastime. You always managed to get a laugh out of them, a sincere smile, some gossip that you would pass on to his ears while he pretended not to care. The truth is that whatever you said to him mattered to him. Ever since that dinner when his family invited yours, he couldn't take his eyes off you, though your attention was focused most of the night on Helaena. You let her talk to you at length about stories she had dreamed, and yet you maintained such a tender interest that Aemond needed to find fault with you.

"My sister Helaena can be an...overwhelming girl," he said as he sat down next to you, the family distracted, and you turned away for a second.

"Your sister Helaena is a creative girl, and those people are always nice. Aren't you creative?" Your blunt answer caught him off guard, he didn't expect you to twist your attention to him.

"I'm much more logical..."

"Or so you think. You spend a lot of time looking."

"Looking? I don't know what you mean..." he turned red and very serious. You just smiled at him.

"Don't worry, it's okay to look. But when one looks so intently, it's to imagine."

"To imagine what?" he looked you in the eye.

You shrugged mischievously.

"I suppose you know that better than I do."

You kept your eyes on him, as if you wanted to know what he had imagined, but Aemond wasn't like you. He didn't feel as brave as you and your smile and your words. He sat there beside you as you spoke to him of all that you thought of his house. Your first impression of Aegon made him chuckle, and he leaned back to watch you prattle on and on. He had fully fallen for your charms.

Your first kiss happened that very night, in the corridors of his manor, apart from everyone else. Aemond had let his imagination run away with him as he watched you flee, and in your gaze he saw himself invited to follow. You leaned against a pillar as he loomed over you to make it clear that he too could be a determined man.

Since then, Aemond had spent his days and nights in love with you. He had known you well. He had spent weeks at your side, and those weeks when you were apart, he was always attentive to your messages, listening to your endless voice notes. You had long since ceased to be a mystery to him, although you never really were. He had rarely seen you upset, though he was slowly learning what things could hurt you and tried to avoid them. He used to be the one who brought bad news to the table because he knew it was you who turned it around, trying to put him in a good mood. He saw you cry for the first time in a shopping mall. He always waited patiently outside the fitting room, waiting for your orders to admire your dress or change the size of the garment. When he noticed your broken voice, he entered the fitting room.

"It just won't zip" you told him.

"We'll get another one," he replied as if it were obvious.

"It's just... this is my usual size..."

And he saw your little eyes sparkling with stress. He put his hand on your cheek and asked you to look at him.

"You're going to look as pretty as ever in a size up."

"I just don't want to be a size bigger."

"And I want you to wear that dress."

"...You don't control me..." you smiled mischievously again.

"No, but I do control this dress and if I pay for it, you keep it."

He bought you the dress ignoring the hundreds of "no"s and your soft swipes, and smiled when he saw you getting into his car with it on.

"I'm sorry I got all worked up over the dress, how ridiculous..." your apology surprised him.

"You don't have to apologise."

"Crying over a silly thing like that is stupid, there are so many worse things in the world. I'll stop eating so much bread."

"You have as much right to be sad as anyone else, love." He braked the car and before getting out he took your hand gently.

"I know...but you shouldn't feel sorry for me."

"You don't control me."

You laughed and Aemond smiled and let you kiss him on the lips before getting out of the car.

That night, as usual, Aemond lost you in the crowd. Many times you tried to pull him out of his corner, pulling him by the arm and forcing him to wave, but you used to respect him and let him drink in peace. You would meet him every now and then, updating him on everything you were told. This time he noticed a lack of brightness in your gaze towards the others. He could see the slight sadness that came over you as soon as the person you were talking to took your attention away from you. You immediately sought him out when you were finally alone. He was more than ready to go home.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"I'm a little tired, do you mind if we leave?" You grabbed his arm as you leaned against him.

"Of course not."

He kissed you on the forehead and watched you say goodbye to your friends with your characteristic good humour. Only the hostess asked you if everything was alright, to which you lied so as not to worry her. The trip back was quiet, Aemond listened to you humming the song on the radio.

"I've fantasised about having my house in silence and tranquillity but I miss your little voice too much, what's the matter? Aemond followed you with his eyes as you walked around the house, taking off your coat and making a cup of tea. You handed him a cup and stroked his hair, smiling at his concern.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired."

You took a sip of the tea as you went to the bedroom, he followed and watched you lie straight down on the bed, face down and hugging your pillow.

"Did some asshole say something to you?" He wanted to sound threatening and terrifying but it was more funny than anything else. You shook your head. "I'll punch whoever you want."

Suddenly, you began to cry. With a cry so loud that it frightened Aemond, who had never heard you cry like that before. He started to call out to you in whispers, but your face was completely buried in the pillow.

"Please, tell me what's wrong, don't cry, I beg you..."

You turned your head to look at him, Aemond had laid down beside you to put his face close. He stroked your hair and dried your face as much as he could.

"I feel... so overwhelmed..." you confessed.

"Why, my love?"

"I feel that nothing I feel is valid. That nothing I feel is important because that's not my role. Today I told my friends what happened to me in the fitting room and they laughed, and they agreed with me, I was stupid. You think so yourself."

"I don't think you're stupid, I don't understand you, please don't cry".

"I feel that if I don't stop talking, people will forget about me, because I really am a basic, boring woman and people use me to tell me about their lives and I mustn't show any kind of emotion other than that of someone who is sure of herself."

Aemond preferred to keep quiet rather than repeat himself, this was completely new and he wasn't sure if he understood you.

"I hope that one day you will understand that this is not true.

"There are things that even you can't understand."

"Do you want to cry?" Aemond saw you nod, and it broke his heart a little, but he walked away, but not before giving you a kiss on your tear-stained cheek. He didn't close the door, but left the room and stood in the corridor. There he listened to you sniffle and couldn't stop feeling that he was doing something wrong.

It didn't take him long to come back in, rushing to the bed to lie down next to you again, letting you hug and squeeze him as the last of your cries came out of you.

"You should drink some water, it will stop your headache." He felt your head nod and ran to bring it to you.

He admired from afar as you drank the glass and set it down on the floor to lie down again. There was no crying now, and your face looked up at him, and Aemond stood with his arms folded, admiring your figure, which still had your dress on. Only your feet were bare.

"I've always liked your feet," he confessed, running a soft finger along the sole of one of them, tickling you. "But I like your legs best of all."

"I like your legs too, Aemond."

"Really? What's so special about them?"

"...what's between them."

Aemond made a mock-tired gesture and heard your laughter echo through the room.

"I thought you were more romantic than me."

"You thought wrong. You're more creative than you always think."

"That's true...though maybe some people motivate my imagination more than others." He moved his hand down your calfs, slowly lifting your skirt. You were still lying on your back. "Not at all basic or boring people...generous in every sense of the word."

He bent down on the bed, lifting your skirt and uncovering everything underneath, raising his hands to caress your ass. He deposited a kiss on your buttocks and reached behind you. His massage relaxed you, but before continuing he sought your face, turning your face to give you a soft kiss. When you continued the kiss, he accepted your consent.

"It hurts me to see you cry, and I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel."

Then he nimbly removed your panties and with one hand lifted your pelvis, and with the other pushed one buttock aside. His lips went straight to your pearl. As he kissed and licked, he felt himself grow as he heard cries that were no longer of pain. He felt your wetness increase and didn't hesitate to slip one of his long fingers inside you.

"Aemond..." you whispered and gasped his name and it served to realise that he needed to feel you and soon.

He removed the rest of your dress, leaving kisses on every bare patch, and was soon removing his own clothes under your impatient gaze, still lying there and catching your breath. He moved back on top of you and groped where he should thrust. When he entered you, you both felt a wave of pleasure.

He moved slowly but decisively, as Aemond was. Nothing about him was clumsy, and he preferred to climax by enjoying all the sensations you could give him. He kept a rhythm that made you shiver and pressed his body to yours, his lips close to your ear.

"Do you want me to tell you what I imagined when I looked at you the day I met you?" his voice was even softer, almost purring.

"Tell me, Aemond."

"I imagined you like this...under me, touching me like you always do, I imagined what it would be like to kiss you...and what the moles on your back would be like."

His pace was no faster, but he did penetrate you deeper and deeper, making you gasp with every thrust.

"I wondered what a girl like you would be like in a place as quiet as my bed. I needed to know what it was like to hear you whisper so that only I could hear you..."

"Aemond...I'm going to cum."

"But imagination has its limited functions." You felt the tingles peeking out, Aemond was sliding more and more over your body in sweat, and your hand came to rest in his hair, you felt his kisses and his tongue run down your neck in almost the same way it had run over your clit.

His grunts grew louder, and Aemond began to pant with you. You came first, letting out a small cry as the pleasure stirred inside you. Within a minute Aemond came, cumming inside you, as he loved to do. And before he pulled out of you, he rested his head in the hollow of your shoulder blades, catching his breath and pushing your hair aside. You felt the coolness of his breath. It didn't take long for him to pull you to lie down in front of him and cover you with a blanket. Your smile was back, and he had that special colour that sex gives him. You were about to speak, probably to make a comment of yours, but Aemond silenced you with an intense kiss, long and sweet but serious. When you broke apart, which you regretted, you didn't want to talk any more. He stroked your chin.

"Nothing I could have imagined that night," he said, "could ever come close to what you have made me feel since then."

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deangirlsstuff67 · 1 year

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Birthday Boy

Jensen Ackles x reader

Warnings: Drinking, P in V, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (m and f receiving), Squirting, Dirty talk

Summary: Jensen has given up on finding his happily ever after. Now that he's 45 he just doesn't see the point anymore. Jared, Misha, and the SPN cast take him out on the town to celebrate and lift his spirits. That's when he looks eyes with a beautiful woman. After one too many whiskeys they go back to his place, where he learns age is only a number.

Authors note: I love Jensen and his family. I mean them no disrespect. This is set in set in a world where Jensen is single. This is a work of fiction for nothing more than entertainment.

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We walk into a bar that Jared and I found when we first came to Vancover for season one. The small, dingy, dive bar is a hidden gem that we have visited many times. Whether it was marriage, divorce, birthdays, or deaths, these four walls hold many memories for the supernatural cast and crew.

The group of us find a couple empty tables and take a seat. A lovely blonde waitress makes her way over for our drink order. Tonight we are celebrating my 45th birthday.

Getting older isnt as bad as your younger self believes. It's like a prize for surviving all the bullshit of your 20s. You no longer care what people think of you. You can go to bed early if you want without being judged. And you make the transition from hot and sexy, to handsome and distinguished.

I can't complain.

The blonde makes her way back with a tray of our drinks. Tonight we have Jared, Misha, Rob, Rich, Kim, Brianna, Mark, and Ruth with us.

She hands me my whiskey double. A sexy, flirty smile lights up her face for the brief moment we lock eyes so I can thank you. I smile politely back at the young lady. Seriously, I could be her dad.

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Three whiskey doubles in, laughs and smiles floating around our table, I got to say this has turned out to be a good night. Jared leans over and speaks directly in my ear so I can hear over the music coming from the speakers, "dont look now but you got a y/h/c who cant keep her eyes away from you."

Great, cue eye roll. Women have been nothing but problematic for me. They either want fame, money, connections, or someone I know. I've given up in that department.

Way too old for that shit.

"It's not going to kill you to have a look man." Jared sighs dramatically at me.

"You never know, it might." But it's too late my interest is peaked. I'm a sucker for a y/h/c. I slowly scan the bar until I lock eyes with the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

Well shit.

She's younger than me, though I don't know by how much. Casually dressed in blue jeans that hug her curves perfect and a over sized ACDC t-shirt tucked into all the right places. She simple smiles and raises her glass of amber liquor in a silent toast.

I can feel the corners of my lips curve as I toast her back. Then as quickly as the moment settled between us, it was gone and she took her friends arm as they walked out the front doors.

Dammit.

"Man I'm sorry," Misha looks over at me, "she looked interested."

Rich comes to sit on our side of the table, "ĥows the birthday boy doing?"

"Thought he was ging to get lucky tonight, but she left." Jared whisper yells. I can't stop the eye roll, the more he drinks the more of a man child he becomes.

This bit of information intrigues Rich, "you meanthe pretty y/h/c that’s walked back in?" He says with a sly smirk resting on his face.

We all watch as she glides up to the bar to speak with the young man playing bartender tonight. I can't tear my eyes away from her or how her hips sway with every step. She's a work of art. Curves in all the right places, looks like she eats more than salad. I swear she's every man's wet dream come true.

She turns and smirks as she makes her way over to our table with a tray of shot glasses, a knowing look sparkling in her y/e/c eyes. I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment knowing she caught us all gawking at her.

Placing the tray down in front of the four of us, she picks up a shot and tips hers ead back to drain her glass. I watch as she swallows the liquid, swallowing down the dirty thoughts it promotes in my whiskey soaked brain.

"Happy Birthday Beautiful, now drink." She passes over a shot, which I take without hesitation. I drain the glass, the burn of vodka ever present in my throat, before finding my voice.

"How do you..."

She answer before I can finish my thought, "I'm a fan. Don’t worry it's not in a creepy stalker kind of way. I just couldnt pass up the opportunityto buy my favorite actor a shot on his birthday." She shrugs before taking another shot. There's something sexy about a woman who can hold her liquor.

"I'm y/n by the way." She turns to leave, before she can take a step I get out of my seat and wrap her in a hug, pulling her close to my chest.

Beautiful y/e/c irises stare into mine as she searches for the reason behind the embrace. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear I softly smile down at her, "I want you to stay."

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"Shit, I dropped the keys." Y/N is wrapped around my body, pressed against the door to my apartment. Trying to unlock a door while having a beautiful woman kissing down my neck is more than distracting.

After some struggle we fall into my apartment. Guiding her backwards towards my room, hitting walls along the way. We haven't stopped kissing since getting into the cab at the bar.

She's addictive. Her taste. Her smell. I need this woman.

Breaking apart she sauntered to my bed, stripping her clothes along the way. My cock is throbbing in the jeans I'm wearing, begging for me to release it.

She crawls onto my bed positioning herself in a kneeling position. Legs spread wide showing just how dripping wet she is for me. Slowly I remove my clothing, watching as she plays with herself waiting for me. My cock drips with pre cum in anticipation. Knowing just how hot and bothered I made her with limited touching gets me high.

Walking towards the bed, y/n meets me at the edge. I stare down at her as she lowers herself before locking a strip from the base of my cock to the tip. Groaning I throw my head back at the sensation.

After a few minutes of kitten licks, y/n takes me in her mouth the first go. Straight to the base and swallowing around me. My hips jerk, hands rake through her long hair as I hold on. She's blowing my freaking mind, "Darling, I'm not going to last." She swirls her tongue around the head of my shaft, it almost does me in.

"Sweetheart... y/n... you have to stop... please"

She comes off my cock with a loud 'pop', smiling up at me while wiping her mouth.

Fuck that's hot.

Pushing her in the chest I force her to lay on the bed, "my turn," kissing my way down her soft curves to her sweet spot, wet and waiting for me.

Inhaling her sweet scent, making my head spin, "you smell delicious baby girl." Then I dive in like man starved.

Alternating between broad strokes and sucking her clit. I smile I to her center as I watch the bliss out look on her face as she shakes and squirms beneath me. Whatever I was feeling about getting older has been drowned out by her moans and whimpers as I bring to the edge before backing off, over and over again.

Rising above her tasting her on my lips, I learn down taking her mouth with mine, sharing her sweetness. My fingers trail down her body before pludging into her hot, wet center. My pace is fast as I curl my fingers, finding her g spot.

Her body jerks forward as she let's out a beautifully loud moan before I feel her soaking my hand, wrist, and thighs, "fuck darling, did you just squirt?"

Pink colors her cheeks while she looks away from me. "Hey, dont be embarassed. That's the sexiest thing I've ever experienced. " I kiss her deeply as I feed my shaft into her quivering walls. What an amazing feeling that is.

Looking down I watch her body struggle to take my girth as I bottom out inside her. Staying still to allow her to adjust before I slowly withdraw to my tip and slowly sink back into her warmth. My room is filled with nothing but moans from her, groans from me, and the wet squelched noise as our bodies become one.

Our rhythm is steady as we use our bodies to bring the other pleasure with each thrust. One, two, three more thrusts and y/n is pushing me out of her before she soaks my thigh and cock in her essence again. It's what tips me over the age as I shove myself back in making her gasp before emptying myself into my own personal heaven.

Sweat covered, limbs shaking, breathe labored, I collapse beside her after pulling out. Wrapping my arms around her I bring her into my chest as we come down from our highs together.

"That was amazing darling."

"Mhm... it was" her sleepy voice whispers into my body.

I hold her as she drifts to sleep in my arms. Happiness washes over me. I don't know her but something about this woman has intertwined deep in my soul. I look down at her kissing her forehead, "I hope this becomes more... "

I close my eyes as sleep takes me.

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matamisin · 1 year

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I am absolutely living for the Stardew art. I love that game so much and have over 600 hours of playtime in it. I did have a little bit of a request but feel free to ignore! Could you rate all of the potential spouses based on your personal interpretations?

Hiii!! Yes yes yes thank you for this ask- I planned to do quick portraits anyways! <3 <3

But let's start!!

[PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, reblogs welcome! >:3c)

Harvey: 10/10

Handsome yes yes

Very sweet and loyal like bro LETS GO that's all I need

Doctor?? AKA he fixes up love interest who regularly gets into trouble? Endless possibilities BRO this is my favorite trope to write/draw about

HOWEVER HARVEY DOESN'T ACCEPT ANY INSURANCE HE JUST CHARGES OUR ASSES bro I'm trying to have a tender moment of almost dying and him worrying and then BOOM hands me my bill like "see you at home honey ily"

Overall he would treat us right yes

Animals LOVE his ass but he's awkward with them LOL

He's often a tired man due the clinic but he'll pull through to do things with the farmer when they're dating (like outings)

In the beginning when farmer is frequently getting hurt in the mines and being brought in hurt, he buys them a walkie-talkie. He's said multiple times that he doesn't recommend going in those dangerous places but learns that farmer's determined to keep going so he'll do what he can to make sure they can relay when they need help

He'll chime in on the walkie when he sees farmer going towards the mines and has them check things off a mental list (hi, this is Harvery- going to the mines? Do you have your weapon? How about food? You have your first-aid kit on you too right?)

This man will be TENSE the whole day when he knows farmer is in the mines. He'll only ease up once he knows they're not in there anymore

Disclaimer: from here on most of what I write will be 100% from my head because I haven't married anyone else yet LMFAO

Sam: 10/10

I interpret him as the golden retriever type- very hyper and friendly

That just makes him 1000% more loveable

HE'D TREAT US RIGHT

Very good with kids cause of Vincent which is like YES

A little blunt sometimes but that's wassup

Doesn't eat the best (AKA I give him two pizzas every week. Hmm. So maybe that means I'M the problem lol)

Also doesn't really know a lot of cooking, but when he moves in farmer finds new-looking cookbooks tucked away in his spaces

I feel like he'd be the type to have a switch in attitude- he's v friendly UNTIL he has reason to distrust/not like someone and then he'll flip from bright to cold (especially if the person has bad intentions about somebody he cares about)

Doesn't realize farmer and him are dating he just thinks they’re hanging out a lot and just kissing as really good friends

When he does realize they’re dating he gets all flustered and red

Would let you win at Mario-Kart

Despite his goofiness, he knows how to be a gentleman. He's always keeping an eye on farmer and making sure they're okay. If they're out together, the moment the sun goes down his jacket is on farmer's shoulders. When it's raining and he wakes up late and sees that farmer has gone out of the house for the day, he'll get up quick and run around with an umbrella and a thermos of hot coffee until he finds farmer. He'll follow farmer around with the umbrella covering mostly farmer, so he gets pretty drenched.

Very vocal about his love

Shane: 10/10

Ah the chicken man himself

ALSO GREAT WITH KIDS but in a different light- he's way more protective about them whereas Sam is more the laid-back and playful parent-figure (he throws his children into the air)

Recovering from his alcoholism and the habits that came with it (messiness and cluttery) but he's trying his best aww

Will rub his stubble on your face when he comes in for a hug ouchie

Even though he is not a dad- he just comes with dad stuff (dad outfits, dad jokes, EVERYTHING)

His chickens are protective of him so you must prove yourself worthy

(In my headcanons, Joja is kinda twisted) Will start to distance himself from Joja after farmer tells him of how they're trying to hurt the Junimos. He may eventually quit to work elsewhere, even though he doesn’t really know what Junimos are but something about farmer telling him about them seems sincere

He's very cuddly after getting to know him and dating. His love language happens to be physical touch and every touch makes him fall harder

This also means he gets a little sad when it's summer and too hot to cuddle that farmer turns around in their sleep. He gets pouty in the morning after until he gets a kiss LMAO

He'll frequently realize how messy he leaves his spaces, and will clean up. He tries to upkeep the cleanliness and manages it for a few days before it starts to get messy again. Sometimes it lasts a while, but sometimes it just slips his mind due to bad habits

Farmer pops into mind every time he has an urge to drink, and he'll shake it off and go do something else for them. He's DETERMINED to be the best person he can be for farmer

Alex: 10/10

A little rough at first lol- his attitude is very icky in the beginning BUT he's cute

Once you get through that exterior he practically does a 180- HE'S SO SWEET AND CARING and no longer uhhh icky

He would tackle things for you (can he help farmer out of the mines when they pass out in the game? If he does I'd like to think he just picks them up and BOOKS it for the exit knocking anything in his path down LMFAO)

Becomes pouty when he gets a little jealous

Again he's very sweet- he kisses Evelyn and George on the cheeks every morning before he leaves the house, he often thinks about his late mom and visits her grave with flowers from Pierre's and has a small picnic there

I feel he would be prone to dreams about his mom, waking up in a cold sweat and tears. After the 8-heart event he gets up and does something sweet like making a whole breakfast for Evelyn & George or giving Dusty some quality time with walks, playing, and a good treat

Will be extremely protective over farmer. Farmer gives him a heart attack every time they go to the mines or the skull cavern or even in the sewer like baby what are you doing WHY ARE YOU GOING INTO THE MANHOLE

The caves he can't follow farmer with because he knows he isn't trained to fight monsters like farmer is and might hold them back instead, but he'll wait outside or tell Harvey that farmer's in the mines instead

Doesn't come out with it but he needs a lot of reassurance due to abandonment issues. He gets a little clingy and touchy but a little shy. (reaching for farmer’s hand/just pinching onto a part of the farmer’s clothes and holding on)

Sebastian: 10/10

This one might be rough cause I've never really felt much for him IM SORRY

Once farmer asks him out he's very unsure how to proceed. He'll call them things like dude and bro *with love*

It's literally like pulling teeth for him to call farmer honey just cause he's never been the affectionate type till now hehehe he'll try to say it and then drop to his knees like OTL and curl up (He'll get it eventually tho- this is just like the first few months LMFAO)

He has frogs right? He'll show you his frogs

Your void chickens will love this emo boy they just vibe y'know?

He shows his love through acts of service and gifts, finding out the things you love and bringing them to you

As awkward as he is, his true intentions are very evident when he starts to really try to reconnect with Robin and asking her for advice on most anything he hasn't much a clue about.

He wants to be able to properly feel like part of his family, because farmer tells him that he deserves to feel loved there too. He’ll have a difficult heart-to-heart with Robin, Demetrius, and Maru and over time the family dynamic starts to heal. Sebastian is eternally grateful for farmer and tells them about the relationship and they’re all overjoyed to have farmer as part of the family too

He WILL stop smoking if farmer ever raises concern for his well-being

He starts to come out of his shell more (in general) as he and farmer progress their relationship. He tries his best to be a great partner, and everyone can sense that his demeanor is a little bit brighter than before. He starts to not be as shy about PDA too

He has many hoodies for farmer to steal HOWEVER they're all the exact same pair HAHAHA

Elliott: 10/10

I may also struggle with Elliott for similar reasons

Handsome right off the bat bro

But you'll never be able to be the one with the great hair in the relationship cause man he dominates in that

I see him as a gentle lover- very old-school romantic

He writes farmer love poems and songs often HE WILL SERENADE FARMER EVEN THOUGH HE'S ALREADY MOVED IN

Has pictures of farmer EVERYWHERE like his desk, in his books and notebooks, and has one of those accordion picture holders in his wallet of farmer and himself (and their child(ren) when time comes) He shows them off to the other villagers at the Saloon even tho they literally know farmer LMAOO

Has a very comforting vibe to him- he knows how to coddle farmer after they take a visit to the clinic

He'd let farmer use his favorite pen, trusting that it would return to him

Romantic gestures are EVERYWHERE. Songs, poems, so many pretty flowers in farmer's hair.

I think he'd be the best cook out of everyone. Farmer wants to go out on a fancy date out of the village?? S'NOT GOOD ENOUGH- Elliott will change the whole decor of the kitchen and spend hours cooking and preparing for farmer to come home and then he plays all the roles (waiter, bus person, lover, etc) through the entire meal. But if farmer really actually wants to go out he'll go with it

Bachelorettes will be done in part 2 soon!

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okay, i have no idea why it took me so long to request this BUT... kokichi, nagito, kazuichi, 9S, 2B and A2 with an autistic s/o (or just neurodivergent in general <3)

i hope you're having a lovely morning, day, evening or night moonie! you're great and i'm looking forward to reading this hehe <3

Autistic S/O

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Kokichi, Nagito, Kazuichi, 9S, 2B, A2 ]

[ Killing Harmony ] [ Goodbye Despair ] [ NieR Automata ]

Thank you for requesting this V-chaaaan!!! Is been so loooong since last time i wrote for autistic reader and this was totally amazing to write!!

I was a little nervous since I didn't knew if I was writing it right but at the end I think i made a good job! Besides, i been trying to left behind all the masking and try to just be autistic so this is comforting!

Kokichi Ouma

Once someone catch Kokichi's attention the he will become clingy and incredibly curious about that person, his main reason was to get to know with what he could mess with you, that is how he find out you are autistic even before you get to tell him, and even if at first he just tries to find ways to mess with you by it as he grows to care more for you he becomes more respectful

Kokichi doesn't see anything bad on you being autistic, is the way you have born and is who you are and there is nothing wrong with it, he would call you silly if you ever feel bad about being or doing what you need to feel comfortable (besides, he doesn't want show you how much it hurt him seeing you upset by you just being you when he completely loves it). He is more than ready to step in to defend you if someone dares to say something bad about you for being you, and if someone is bold enough to call you a burden for being autistic then that person will be his new and only target for a while (he will even ask Gonta's help since Gonta is willing to protect his friends too)

Kokichi does want to know more about your autism since for everyone affects and is expressed their own ways, besides he loves learning more about you, so he will just follow you around wherever you go and ask you a lot of things (he is too curious to don't do it, but if you feel overwhelmed or like he is inviding your personal space he will stop, brushing it off with a joke of course, but will apologize when you two are alone, specially if he had upset you) he may joke about your behavior or about the way you do things but he doesn't mean to hurt you, is just his normal self and he tries to don't come up with harmful jokes

One of the biggest desire of Kokichi is to be seen as funny for others, he doesn't want to be seen as boring, and adding that he likes playing pranks is safe to say that he will pull pranks on you and joke a lot with you, however he does take in consideration your autism when thinking on the pranks or the jokes, making sure is something won't trigger you nor overwhelme you, as well that is something you can easily understand (in case you have troubles understanding certain things), he actually has a lot of fun while thinking on what jokes and pranks he can do to you but will deny it and feel incredibly embarrassed if someone ever find out, even if someone point it out as a posibility he immediatly gets on the defensive due the embarrassment (even if is you)

Kokichi grows to be quite protective over you, specially when you are more sensitive, he just hate seeing you in pain or bothered by something (and if you tent to stim in harmful ways that trigger something inside of him), still he tries to go around the topic and help you indirectly, be by distracting you or making you to only focus on him, or going against others if they had triggered you

He like hearing you talk about your special interests, he may don't remember everything you had told him because he sometimes gets easily distracted but he does remember the most important parts (or the ones that are definetly your favorites), and you can see it reflected on some of the jokes he says where he mention something you had told him about your special interest

He would think is a little silly having comfort item or even stim toys actually he is just jealous but at the same time he assure you that is completely fine, if you want them then why don't having them? He doesn't let anyone touch them or even glance at them unless he knows they have your permission (and ask like a million of times if you are sure), and he normally doesn't touch them unless he has your permision or just can't resist (over time he will learn how important they are for you and learn to don't hide them as a prank)

Nagito Komaeda

Is painfully obvious when Nagito is in love, he wants to be with you at all times (even when he sees himself as nothing more than trash and a burden), and he will pay a lot of attention to you, wanting to learn about you or just appreciate you, so even if you don't tell him about it, even before start dating, he would notice that there is something off about you (not that he find it as being bad, he just noticed)

If you decide to tell him that you are autistic he will accept it right away, telling you that nothing could make him think less of you nor love you less, he will want to know more (and even ask your permission before asking for more details), this is obviously something important for you, it affects the way you percive the world after all. Even so, if you prefer to keep it as a secret Nagito will notice the little hints of thing you like, dislike or even do, he won't confront you about it but will take mental notes about it (even when he feels like invading your privacy by doing it)

Honestly, Nagito doesn't see anything bad on your disability (not that he would ever see anything bad on you), he just thinks is something that makes you way more special and hopeful, you don't see the worlds like other and had to live in a world that isn't made with your needs in mind (sadly, he actually hates it) and that makes you even more hopeful in his eyes

Even when Nagito is really clingy and needy you will be his top priority, so he will pay close attention and hesitantly ask if you have special need that he should have in consideration, he is willing to change his whole life just to fit on what is best for you, is the least he can do and only hopes that trash like him can help you with whatever you need (that is what he insist on), besides he hates seeing you upset and if he can do something to help you out he won't even doubt on doing whatever he can for you

Nagito is touch starved and will be lying if he says that he won't like to be close to you, however he doesn't seem himself as worthy and thinks that he may just bother you, so he just let you touch him whenever you want, and however you want, if you want a hug or hold his hand is okay, as well he is always up for you to stim with him, play with his hands or hair all you want he doesn't mind (actually he feels completely flustered and honored, it brings him so much joy, although he insisted on apologizing for you having to touch or be around trash like him at first)

If you sometimes don't do simple things like eating or drinking water, wearing warm clothes when its cold or even getting hurt without noticing just because you just didn't felt it or just forgot is something that will worry him way too much, he wants you to be healthy and happy (and he is scare of losing you), so in this case he will make his personal goal to take care of you, however it would be really dificult for him to get used to do it because trash like him shouldn't tell you what to do, but he tries to remind himself that is for your own good

With time he will learn to identify how you express yourself, whenever you are happy (if you happy stim he will start doing it with you at some point, but will apologize profusely for doing it the first time) or whenever you are feeling sad or annoyed, he tries his hardest to help you avoid things you hate or hurt, still there is the posibility of you feeling overwhelmed, he would panic the first time but quickly tries to help you (remembering all he knows so far about you), he will get better at helping over time, and even if the first times he made a good job he will apologize for not being of help

As well, Nagito is completely respectful of you and your things, if you have comforting things, stiming toys or anything that can help you he treats those things with the say gentleness he treats you (however, he wont dare to touch those things unless you give him your explicit permission, and still he will feel hesitant of holding them at first, fearing that his luck will act and make him broke them or something)

Kazuichi Soda

Kazuichi tent to be blinded by his love, once he falls in love he start to seeing the person he likes as perfect and won't hear anyone saying that there is something wrong with that person, that is why even if he ever start noticing the hints of your autism he probably just won't think much of it

You have to tell him directly and with sincerity that you are autistic and that there are certain things you don't tolerate, otherwise it would take him a long time to notice (even when he notice whenever you feel upsed, he would just not fully understand), and even if you ask him to be a little less intense or there are things about him that overwhelmed you he will be grateful that you tell him now rather than just suffering in silence, it take him a moment to fully process the information but at the end he knows this is for your comfort and healthy so he has no problem on having to adapt himself to you

Kazuichi will actually have a hard time understanding that you have autism and actually remembering that there are certain things he should change or just do, he is quite clingy, touchy and loud so he probably bring you some troubles, still he does apologize everytime he sees that he had made you uncomfortable (for what he hates himself) and always promise to don't do it again, wich he always tries, in the other hand if you don't mind that part of him or even liked it that will make him feel so much joy and will even be proud of himself (but will lead him to be a little more intense for a while)

It has never been a secret how much Kazuichi loves you, and loves everything about you, so your autism will only increase the little quirks of you that he loves, your good hearing or the way you always notice little details, how diferent things bring you diferent sensations or even that there are things you prefer to avoid, everything makes you even more beautiful and special in his eyes! He has no problem on helping you avoid what it hurts and surround yourself with comforting and good things!

As well, he is quite protective over you, so he doesn't want to protect you only of your surroundings but also of people, he doesn't let anyone say anything bad about your autism, he won't be the type to jump into the fight but if someone dares to ofend you that person won't heard the end of it. As well, Kazuichi won't really be the best when it comes to comforting but he is fully focused on helping you feel well again whenever you feel the slighest upsed, he goes from reminding you how beautiful and special you are to bringing you anything that can comfort you (items, food, something related to your special interest, anything he can think on), it may be a little exaggerated but intention is what counts

Kazuichi is mesmerized by your voice, so he will be more than happy to heard you talk about your special interest, he may get confused sometimes with so much infomation and ask a few times if you can repeat yourself but he is trying his best to actually learn what are you talking about (although, there are some times where he gets completely quiet because he is lost and don't understand what are you talking about at all, but he always apologize for it). As well, he won't dare to ask you for it but he it will bring him way too much joy if you are willing to heard him rant about what he likes or what he is working on too

His workshop can be either an interesting place or a complete nightmare, with all the stimuli that are there, from visual to auditory and even olfactory, he loves your company and if you were willing to stay with him while he works then he will be more than happy, but if his workshop is something that makes you uncomfortable he will profusely apologize before taking you away from there, he even promise to make it up for you (he gets into the habit of cleaning himself before seeing you after working, although he is a little messy while cleaning himself because he wants to rush and see you right away)

9S can't just hold back himself, even when feelings are forbidden for a YoRHa Unit he just can't not feel (and express himself, he has no problem with speaking his heart out), and even if at first it was more curiosity and his duty it didn't take him long to fall in love with you

9S is a really curious android, he likes learning all he can about the world and the humans, so even before finding you he already knew quite a lot about humans, thanks to that (and for being really observant) it wont take him long to realice that, in fact you aren't as how the common humans are, what, honestly, just lead him to be more curious

At first your autism was something that make him feel really curious, but the more got to learn about it and how it affects you the more he start to love it, he sometimes feels bad about loving your disability the way he does (mainly when you feel upset or even overwhelmed) but he just can't help it, for him is like something that just makes you a million times more special, what sometimes lead him to feel a little flustered since you love him too

9S will be so curious about your autism that is more probably that he will try to ask you about it since the start, he will be a little messy and overexcited with his questions but will apologize when he realice what he is doing, reasuring you that you don't have to answer all his questions. After the initial excitement 9S will choose to be more calm and learn by watching you rather than asking (unless you don't mind), honestly he will never be tired of watching you, every time he get to learn something new about you he feels so much joy and amusment, even if is something small

Something that will make him quite sad is when he gets to learn about the stimuli that brings you discomfort, he thinks the world is quite fascinating and interesting but if there are some things that you can't just tolerate or even hurts it makes him immediatly worry, he can't be at ease when he knows you are upsed (although, he doesn't blame you or get mad in the slighest, he is just genuinely worried about you and won't dare to leave you alone when you are feeling bad, unless you really need to be alone)

9S will always try to create a comfortable and safe space around you, surrounding you with things you aprove as being comforting and not overstimulanting, always make sure to bring you new things that he find on his missions that he thinks you will like or make sure to carry around a comfort item of your safe space whenever you two go out for a walk (or in a little adventure)

If you ever have problems to express yourself or even go non-verbal he won't make a big deal out of it, he may be weird out and worried the first time but over time he just get used to, and every time it happen he is always there to try to help you find the right words or just guess what are you trying to express, you can even invent your own way to express yourself and he will just adapt to it (he actually has a lot of fun trying to help you, he finds it interesting and amusing)

9S grow to have the habit of constantly asking your opinion or put attention to your reaction to diferent things because he loves getting to know how you see the world, he loves hearing you rant about things that catch your attention or just stim to express yourself, he always watch you with a lot of love and care, those moments of peace feels like if in the world only exist you two

Also, 9S grows to love watch you stim so much that he just get used to imitate you, and end up doing it himself, specially when he has to be away for a mision and can't be with you, he just end up doing what you do to stim without even noticing

As much as 2B repeat herself that something like feelings is forbidden for a YoRHa Unit that have never stoped her from actually feeling, and falling in love wouldn't be an exception, even when it take her a while to accept her feelings at the end she started a relationship with you with the silent promise to protect you from anything and everything

2B doesn't know everything about humans, only the data that YoRHa has (and the part that she is allowed to get to know), still she will probably know (or at least suspect) that you aren't exactly like the common humans, she notice the little hints of your autism since the start but decide to don't say anything (and is quickly to shut up pod if they say something about it)

2B is more like a spectator most of the time with you, specially for your condition, she prefers to watch you go around and learn by doing so (besides, she finds quite fascinating just watching you and learning from it, is something so new and yet so beautiful in her eyes), she will learn over time to identify whenever you enjoy or hate something, she learns to identify your reactions and signals and quickly to help you whenever you are feeling upset. YoRHa units have been made to protect humanity, however is her love what lead her to see you as the most precious person in her life and the one she must protect at all cost, you are the bright of her days and her hope, she wouldn't mind perishing in battle if is to protect you

Once knowing that you are autistic she will try to learn more about it, and will even ask 9S if he knows about it, she wants to know as much as she can because is something important in your life (she will ask you too, but it would take her a while since she feels a little bit shy about asking you about it, considering it as something really personal), and, at the end she will make sure to don't forget anything she had learn and always take it in consideration when being with you (or when something is related to you)

2B goes at your rythm and following your lead most of the time, if you want physical affection she will do her best to provide it to you, if you don't want to be touched she will take some distance, if you want to go around she will be by your side, making sure your little trip is safe, if you want to infodump she is all ears, if you just feel like doing nothing she can make you company while doing nothing (honestly, most of the time she just look like some kind of bodyguard but she does it from the bottom of her heart, and will learn to feel more at ease over time, finally actually participate and will start to want more)

2B grows to be a little overprotective over you, she just want to keep you safe and by being human already make her think of you as weak or delicate (mainly for the diference of her being an android and you a human, not because she underestimate you), and your condition only makes her that idea go further, whenever you are feeling specially sensitive she gets anxious, not knowing if it would be alright for her to approach since she doesn't want to cause you any pain

Also, 2B tries her best to provide you with comforting things, she even ask 9S and the androids of the resistance camp for help, she ask that if they find anything that could make you feel more comfortable or at home please let her know

2B will just grow to have the habit of constantly look at you to make sure you are feeling alright and trying to read your body language for any sight of whatever you feel, she is always trying to make you feel comfortable, she doesn't know how it is to be human, let alone how it feels the world the way you feel it, so, at some point she will ask you to please don't doubt on expressing how you feel or if you need something, she will be there to help you at the best of her habilities

Despite everything, one of 2B's favorites things to do is just watch or heard you, the way you express, the way you stim or even just the way your carry yourself around is fascinating to her, is one of the beauties of being alive and is a reminder for her that if you love her then that means she isn't a bad person

Finding a human alive was really surprising and yet that wasn't the only reason why she decided to keep you close to her, she feel worry and care for you since the start so decided to keep you close and help you, the care only grew over time and she realiced that what she felt was love the moment she noticed how you have changed her life, making it brighter and bringing more things to her life aside form the loneliness and sadness

A2 probably won't know about humans as much as the new YoRHa Units, but since she cares for you she pays a lot of attention to you so she will just learn how you are by watching you, and she actually start to grow quite curious over time; once she feel more comfortable with having you around (and finds a way to keep you safe while still killing the machines) then she will try to learn more and maybe even get the courage to ask (what won't be too difficult when you two start dating)

A2 takes her time to get to meet you slowly, asking you little by little about your autism and your curious behavior, she takes time to fully understand what are you telling her about what and how you feel, and everything she get to know makes her feel more curious but also protective over you

A2 is really protective over you, she does regret what happened on her past and have already lost a lot, so she fears losing you too (specially after creating a special bound with you), that is why she feels frustrated about your autism because, as much as she wants there are things that she can't protect you from, stimuli and sensations that makes you feel bad or that even hurt and a full new concept for her, and even when she undestand it she just feels like she can't do anything for you, at the end is that feeling what lead her to actually ask you if there is something she can do for you when you feel overwhelmed or bothered by those things, she will try to do all she can to bring you at least a little bit of comfort

A2 tend to worry a lot when it comes to you, now that you are here with her you are all what she has, and since she let you get close to her now you mean way to much for her, that is way she gets scare whenever you feel hipersensitive or overwhelmed, just by seeing you in distress makes her feel anxious, fearing that someone have tried to attack you, it would take her a long time to get used to this kind of situation, still no matter how much times it pass she always worries a lot. It will also worry her when she saw you stim or go semi-verbal or non-verbal for the first time, she feared that something have happened to you (although, even when she feels scare she keeps the composture, so it may not be obvious)

You end up changing A2's life because she has more to do rather than just go around and kill the machines, now she has to take care of you, and yet he isn't bothered by the slighest, you could fully rely in her and she won't have troubles with be there for you because now you are her new purpose on life (however, she prefers if you don't fully relay on her for everything because it could put you at risk since you two live in a dangerous world). Is more likely A2 just end up bulding some kind of house where you can be comfortable and safe, is not A2's style but now that she has you one of her main purposes is to keep you safe (besides, if changes put you in distress it would be better to avoid them as much as posible)

A2 is really interested on learning about how you see the world and life, you two just probably have diferent ways to see the present (specially since you are human), so A2 tries to motivate you to express yourself all you want, even if she doesn't do it most of the time that shouldn't stop you, even if you do it by meaningless sounds or movements just to stim A2 will just learn that is the way you express yourself and will end up finding it quite mesmerizing

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stephaniebrownslover · 1 month

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★彡[!TICCIWORK+NINAKATE DOUBLE DATE ONESHOT!]彡★

So @crushedsweets and @necroromantics tricked me into writing this. It's bad so don't have any expectations alright. And not exactly a date scene, kinda?

Also I tried to do some research about Toby's tics but I didn't understand how to write them. If how badly written his tics makes you feel bad, please let me know and help me with fixing it!

There's nothing special about this, just a simple, light-hearted fluff, no warnings! Swearing maybe?

And meeting part is soooo sloopy I'm gonna cry and sorry for everything

V●ω●V—V●ω●V—V●ω●V—V●ω●V—V●ω●V

"C'mon, babe! It'll be fun!"

Nina could hardly stop herself from wrapping her arms around Kate's body as Nina cheerfully clapped her hands in the air. She knew that Kate wouldn't say anything to her even though she wasn't used to being touched, but she was still trying to learn not to hug her every second.

What, she was going to have a girlfriend who was worthy for planets and she wouldn't let her know how much she cared about her every second?

Bullshit!

"Not that I don't trust you but you sure?"

"Yeah! You already know Tobes and you'll just looove Clocky."

Kate took a deep breath as Nina cheerfully extended the word; she had tried her best to turn the tense expression on her lips into a smile, and Nina was struggling not to kiss her on the lips right there, right now. Kate was a wonderful person.

"...Alright."

Kate was a wonderful person, indeed.

After all, Kate had put aside her social awkwardness just for her and agreed to go on a double date with Nina's two favorite friends who happened to be her favorite couple!

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

The girl with purple and black hair throw her arms around the neck of the girl with messy black hair, fearing that she would experience an explosion of love if she controlled herself more.

"You're... cute when you, um, when, uh-"

Nina waited for her to finish her speech, looking into Kate's eyes with her own eyes, shining with joy.

"...Nevermind."

After giggling slightly, she did not neglect to plant a small kiss on Kate's cheeks.

"You're sooo cute when you're embarrassed."

"I'm not!"

Kate felt her heart tighten under the sweet expression of her lover, who gave her a puppy dog stare while trying to wipe the strawberry lipstick that formed on her cheek reflexively.

"Embarrassed..."

While Kate was talking, she gently pulled her hand away from her cheek. At the same time, Nina was admiring her precious treasure, which she valued more than anything. The way Kate's voice gradually became a whisper was so cute that she could feel her heart was going to explode.

"Whatever you say."

"Really."

Not taking the defiant gaze seriously, Nina waved her hand in the air, which had lesser bracelet compared to other.

"Believe you."

"You don't."

"Okay, okay."

After Nina didn't say anything for a while, she slowly decided to calm down Kate, who was caught up in a tsunami of thoughts in her own mind. Of course, Kate knew the other people who stayed in the forest, but she got really nervous in such situations, since she had never met anyone except Toby and Nina before, other than proxies. And that was so cute!

Kate, was like a highschooler waiting to be invited to the prom!

Sure, there was a very serious and heartbreaking truth behind this, but Nina was trying not to let Kate know that she was upset for her by looking at the positive side of the situation. Because she knew crying or pitying her would do neither of them any good.

"Actually, there are some things we should do."

Kate raised one eyebrow in the air with an inquiring expression.

"Like following them?"

"No, not like- why though?"

"To talk something."

While Kate tilted her head slightly forward, Nina reached out and held her hands to give her courage.

"That's very smart, too. But I mean other than that."

''Oh."

Nina raised her hands in the air, which were together with Kate's, as she spoke cheerfully.

"We need to go shopping. And we should buy something for the cutey couple. And I have to see the place, maybe do some decoration if necessary. Oh, also I need to do something cute but embarrassing for them and-!"

Kate didn't let her talk any more, she leaned Nina into her lap with a perfect move, which she used an extra effort while holding her because of Nina's imbalance.

And accompanied by autumn leaves falling from the trees, she kissed her girlfriend on the lips.

"Uh, hi, babe."

Nina didn't quite know what to say as she left the kiss.

She could have sworn her legs were shaking as Kate put her safely on her feet. Kate made a move to put on her mask and leave the forest. All this romance was too much for her.

Still, ignoring the voices telling her to walk, she turned around and checked on Nina.

"Comin'?"

"Um, yeah!"

Pausing, Nina came to Kate with a sudden run and took her hand.

"So, we also need to buy you new clothes-"

While Nina was starting to talk cheerfully, she suddenly felt the need to put her empty hand to her mouth and apologize.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I love your style but it's just-"

"Get you, no worry."

Kate slightly increased the squeeze on Nina's hand to reassure, and then reinstated it again.

"You're the best! Maybe we can buy couple t-shirts, too! And Megadeth stuff, I guess. I know you like them."

Kate was lucky to have her mask on.

And she was the luckiest person in the world to have such a girlfriend.

✾✾✾

"So, yeah."

Clockwork straightened up on the sofa where she and her boyfriend Toby were sitting, and joined arms. While talking normally, she was literally shocked when Toby suddenly told her that she and Nina and Kate were going out on a double date two days later.

"The fuck did ya' get us in?"

While raising one eyebrow in the air, Toby also moved to a proper sitting position, both excited and nervous. Although it was too difficult for him to make eye contact, he looked at Clockwork's right eye. He was careful not to look at her clock, since he could het distracted easily by the movements of the clock.

"Dunno, she-she was making the eyes and- and I... it happened, o-okay!"

Clockwork took a deep breath with an exasperated attitude.

"How the hell did you survive 'til this time?"

Toby tried to put on a cool expression with a big smile, but failed.

"I'm that cool."

"You're that dumb."

He waited hesitatingly while he held out his girlfriend's hands to take his. When he did not take a negative attitude from her, he took her hands in his own palms. He knew that she didn't like to be touched suddenly because of her past, so he was showing lots of effort in order to avoid hurting her.

"C-come on, Clocky, just come f-for me!"

"Know what? Screw it-"

As Clockwork took a deep breath again, she decided to give her approval to this meeting idea. After all, although Toby would ask her for many things for his entertainment, there would be very few things that he would actually ask her to do. Besides, she could already get along with Nina, and it wouldn't be bad if she met Kate, whom Toby often talks about.

"Please, p-please, please-"

"Let me finish, asshole."

Toby was already in the begging position.

"Oh, sorry sweetie."

"Don't call me sweetie."

Clockwork hadn't said that to seem rude, she just didn't like being called by an affectionate nickname, and she knew Toby was doing it to annoy her. It wasn't that she was really angry or anything, she was just making Toby realize once again how stupid and cute he was.

"I'll come but-"

Unable to hold himself any longer, Toby jumped out of the coach into the air, reflecting on the exact meaning of the word excitement, and joyfully shook his fists in a sign of victory. Then he joyfully held out his hand to take Clockwork's hands and rotate them.

"You're the best! Love ya'!"

"Fuck you, Toby!"

Clockwork certainly didn't like being interrupted in the middle of something important, and this case was no exception.

"Sorry sorry."

A devilish smile formed on Clockwork's lips as Toby instantly apologized.

Oh, how innocent and pure he was.

"I'll come only if you agree on that butterfly tattoo."

"Done!"

Her evil smile turned to a surprised feature when she saw that Toby had so easily accepted getting a butterfly tattoo on his waist area to make fun of, which had been a matter of discussion for months. This tattoo thing was a conversation that had been going on between them for months, and even though Toby found tattoos cool, he refused this offer since he didn't want to do something ridiculous.

"What kind of a speel she put you on?"

Toby leaned his head forward in a slightly embarrassed attitude. Every time he would talk about his past, he would do this.

"I-it's just, just I never had a co-cool girlfriend and real frien-ds and I want them to li-ke-ke each other so."

She could feel an anger beginning to bubble up inside her. She didn't like anything Toby had experienced in his past, and she hated everyone, especially his father, except his older sister and his mother. Toby didn't deserve for anything he went through as a child to happen to him.

She knew she couldn't undo the past, but now was in her hands, and she wasn't going to let anyone treat him like that again.

"D-don't know, just ram-ramblin'."

When he realized Toby was also uncomfortable with this topic, she changed the subject.

"Just promise me you'll don't say how 'awesome' I am in every two seconds."

She loved the way Toby's eyes shone like a puppy dog's. She could have given up almost anything for this view.

"Does t-that mean no butter-flies?"

"Nah, that's settled."

Almost.

"I had a h-hard child-hood and I was always-ways afraid of need-les because of-"

"Don't push your luck, kiddo."

When Toby started smiling, she realized that he was teasing her just to get away from the tattoo, and she decided to put a stop to it.

"Finee."

When Toby extended the word and saw that there was silence, he put a big smile on his face.

"Ever told ya' I love ya'?"

"We need to go shopping now."

Clockwork suddenly got up from the sofa and pointed to the door of the room where they were sitting.

"Why?"

Toby looked at the place she was pointing with a meaningless expression.

"To buy them a gift and normal clothes for you."

He suddenly put her hands on his chest with an expression as if he was betrayed.

"Hold o-on, what's wrong with my clot-hes?"

"All are muddy or blood stained."

"...Fair e-enough."

He had spoken in such a hoarse voice that it was almost certain Clockwork had not heard him.

He sometimes underestimated his lover's perfectly sharp ears too much.

"Let's go then."

When Clockwork pointed to the door again, Toby raised one eyebrow in surprise.

"Now?"

"Now."

He suddenly directed his gaze to his feet.

"Aw, man. That's suck."

Clockwork was content to just shrug.

"Your fault."

Toby said nothing, only came closer to Clockwork, who was waiting for him to leave the living room, and together they made their way to the bathroom of the cottage to make preparations for landing in the city.

They weren't holding hands, but the fact that their shoulders were touching was good enough for both of them.

✾✾✾

"Alright, so which one would you prefer?"

Nina held up the crop shirts she was holding, which had two different style cuts, one completely black and one completely pink; and because she was indecisive, she was asking Kate which one was more beautiful.

Kate, who wanted to finish shopping and go home as soon as possible, was disturbed by the brightness of the store's fluorescent lights and the noise of a pop song playing in the background. She leaned forward, bringing her back to a hunched position on the soft stool in which she was sitting. Fashion was definitely not her specialty, and she was surprised every time that Nina had such an impressive style.

"Both?"

"Aww, sweetheart, I'd love to buy both for myself but you know, I'm still paying for Christmas gifts."

After Nina made a noise like she was watching a kitten, Kate decided she didn't want to disappoint her. She couldn't do it reven if she wanted to anyway, she only felt that way because she wasn't used to get so much love.

She ran her fingers around the clothes rack behind her for a while, looking at the crops with a sensitivity that would hurt if she touched them, trying to choose the one that reminded her Nina most.

"Hmm, maybe... this one?"

There was a pretty cute butterfly pattern on the purple crop top she held. Instead of childish butterflies, this one was a stylish butterfly that could have been more of a music band's album cover, Nina's eyes literally lit up when she noticed the elegance of the outfit in her girlfriend's hand.

"Oh my god, you're a genius, Kate!"

Since Nina took the cloth from Kate's hands without thinking, Kate's efforts to look at the price tag were interrupted.

"Nina-"

"What? Something wrong?"

Not understanding why Kate was uneasy, Nina shook her head from side to side, had officially forgotten about her surroundings due to the excitement provided by a beautiful piece. Even though she had a ton of clothes in her closet.

"... No."

"That's like the best thing I've ever seen and I'll buy this one no matter what. But, let's check the price first!"

After grasping something through the outfit with her long nails, Kate quickly realized that the real smile on her face had been replaced by a fake one.

Nina spoke in a slightly trembling tone of voice.

"Kate, dear, you really want this one?"

"That's okay."

Kate didn't want her to but something so expensive, she would have liked to give it to her girlfriend as a gift, but she had no money left since she had invested all her money in some games and CDs last month.

Although she was trying to make a mental note of stopping by the store at midnight, she had a bad headache because of the brightness which prevented her from thinking.

Kate grimaced with a sudden headache, but Nina misinterpreted her expression and bowed down in front of Kate, thinking that she had upset her.

"No, no, no, don't do that face, my baby. Please, I'll get it, okay?"

"Don't buy it. It was just a rec."

It wasn't easy for her to speak when she was trying to massage her aching head with her fingers.

"But you liked it! We got everything you wanted and this is not an exception."

"But..."

Kate had realized what a misunderstanding there had been, and she wanted Nina to know this, and stop her from buying it. Nevertheless, Nina thought that she would tell her not to buy it again because of her previous sentence. That's why she tried to soften the atmosphere with a joke.

"No. If you liked it, everyone'll literally fall in love with me."

"Toby?"

Nina, who thought the question was whether Toby's falling in love with her or not, eagerly replied.

"Yes, even Toby."

Stopping to question what kind of misunderstanding she had fallen into, Kate raised one of her bony fingers and pointed to a person at the entrance of the store. He was not wearing his usual glasses and had used an ordinary surgical mask instead of his classic mask to hide the wound on his cheek.

"No, Toby."

When Nina looked at the place where Kate's finger was pointing, her eyes grew wide with surprise.

"Toby? Is that Clocky?"

When she confirmed that the two people talking to each other were Clocky and Toby, she grabbed Kate's hand and pulled her to her feet.

"Let's go."

Toby was holding a children's t-shirt with dinosaurs in his hand at the time, the size of the t-shirt oddly matched Clockwork, but the model was so ridiculous and babyish that Clockwork got angry. It wasn't a real anger, it was more like she was annoyed.

"Oh, don't threaten me with that shirt, bastard. You know damn well I have photos."

"D-delete them or I swear I'll fuck you-"

Nina, who was entering in the middle of them at that time, got between the two while they were arguing. She waved both hands to her friends at once.

"Hi Clocky! Hi Toby!"

While Clockwork was puzzlingly questioning whether she was seeing correctly, Toby returned her greeting.

"Nina?"

"Hi Nina!"

Nina greeted him again, as if she hadn't been the first to speak.

"Hi guys! Wow, what a sweet surprise!"

"Yeah..."

Nina cheerfully clapped her hands in the air while Clockwork hummed to herself.

"Sooo, what were you talking about?"

"This sel-fish prick you see refu-ssses to buy me clothes."

When Toby dived into the middle of a word, Clockwork felt the need to interrupt and tell the truth in order to prevent a misunderstanding.

"For fuck's sake. That's not the deal!"

Toby gently moved his hand to the side of his face that was close to Clockwork for blocking her, then he spoke in a hoarse tone of voice.

"Whatever."

Clockwork walked wearily over to Kate, who was waiting on the sidelines. She knew that this duo would soon be immersed in their own conversation and she'll be ignored. That's what he wanted anyway.

"So what're you doin' here?"

"You first."

"It's kinda a long story. So you know our date thingy and we decided to go shopping for some stuff like..."

Clockwork came near to Kate, who was waiting on the corner with a nervous attitude, and stood next to her for a while. She understood that Kate had noticed her coming but didn't care because even though she had never spoken to Kate, she knew how full of danger and caution she was.

Still, this was not enough to control Clockwork's sense of curiosity. That's why she decided to break the silence and start a conversation.

"Yo, are you Nina's girlfriend?"

Kate made a short answer without needing to look at her. Although she didn't care, she knew that she would have to talk soon with her, so she asked a question in a monotone tone that she already knew the answer to. She didn't want there to be any strange tension between them if they needed to be alone.

"Yes. Are you Toby's?"

"Sadly."

"Hmm."

Finding nothing to say to this, Kate contented herself with merely making a thinking noise. Nor could it be said that she fully understood the reason why Clockwork had said such a thing about her lover.

"He's such a pain in the ass sometimes."

Toby looked at where Kate and Clockwork were, and sent a stupid kiss to Clockwork, she rolled her eyes, but he couldn't stop her lips from curling up slightly. Then, seeing that Toby and Nina had returned to their own conversation, she spoke.

"But he's kinda cute deep under his idiotness."

Kate tried to make a joke so as not to feel too strange in this environment.

"Must be really deep."

Clockwork raised her non-eye-patch-wearing eyebrow in amazement. It was obvious that she had not expected such a thing after Kate's silence.

"Oh, I liked you."

Kate began to play restlessly with the sleeves of her long-sleeved t-shirt.

"Okay."

Clockwork felt the need to speak again a little later.

"You know, Toby talks about you a lot. Kate this and Kate that. You're kinda famous."

''Oh."

Clockwork spoke with a sarcastic grin.

"I like how you scare him."

"Uh, sorry."

"But you protect him, too. And that bastard can be cocky sometimes, so he deserves it."

Kate allowed her tense expression to relax and replied with the comfort of knowing that she was approved.

"Yeah."

"So thank you."

"For..?"

Clockwork spoke with a pause, even the thought of something like this happening caused her a deep sadness, so itwas not easy to express.

"For not letting him die."

Kate paused for a while, not quite sure what she should say.

"...You're welcome."

She made an attempt to start a conversation again without letting a new silence fall. It wasn't bad talking to Kate, but she didn't like her being so nervous. However, she couldn't say anything because she knew the reason behind it.

"How about you two?"

Kate didn't expect such a question, so it was almost like she hit a wall. She wanted to put her hands on her cheeks so that the slight redness had formed on her face wouldn't be noticed, but she just stayed still since it would attract more attention. She wished she was wearing her hoodie.

"We're... cool."

"Seems so."

Clockwork had noticed how excited Kate was, contrary to Kate's hopes for the opposite, and she had found it quite sweet.

"You really like her, don't you?"

"Yes. Why?"

"She might seem happy but she has a rough past about... relationships."

Everyone clearly knew that she was talking about Jeff.

Every time this topic was brought up, she got really mad with true anger. Clockwork's friendship with him had broken down because of his terrible behavior to Nina.

"What's your point?"

Kate had made her hands into fists, as she does every time this topic is brought up. Nina's past did not concern her, and she was also ready to fight to the death with any ghosts from her past.

"Don't ever dare to hurt her."

Kate responded by shaking her head.

"Same for you."

Feeling that she was still nervous, Clockwork decided to say the result out loud to calm down the atmosphere. As if it wasn't obvious enough.

"Glad we could sort this out then."

However, Kate still could not get rid of the uncomfortable feeling caused by this situation. And this was quite understandable for her. Obviously, if the same thing had happened with Toby, Clockwork would have given the same reactions, even more.

"I'm serious. I'll kill you if you-"

"Relax, I won't. Okay?"

Clockwork made a sign with one of her hands in order to stop her.

Kate took a deep breath and tried to relax, just like Nina had taught her.

"Okay."

There was silence between them for a while. Having figured out that Kate is not a very talkative type, Clockwork decided to use the badge of the music group she saw when they first met to start a topic to talk about.

"You like Megadeth?"

"Yeah. They're cool."

"The coolest."

Kate was excited to find someone with similar tastes to her after a long time. Nina and she had very different musical thoughts from each other, and although Toby was the closest person to hers, it became different after a while.

Unable to contain her excitement any longer, she asked a question.

"What else you listen?"

And just when they got to the really interesting part of the conversation, they were interrupted with Nina grabbing Toby by the arm and dragging him away.

"Heyyy, babeee!"

Clockwork did not neglect to hum to herself.

"Oh no."

Both of them, especially Clockwork, were literally shocked when Toby spoke cheerfully.

"So we deci-ded to go o-our date now."

"Now?!"

Because of her unwittingly shouting, all the customers turned their attention to the group of four. She could feel being being crushed under Kate's rude gaze towards her.

"Sorry, or whatever, but now?"

"Yeah! All of us are already here together so why not?"

Nina clapped her hands in the most cheerful way, as if it were possible.

"But-"

"It's okay, sweetheart. I know you don't like unplanned things but it'll be better over than waiting nervously. But it's still okay if you're not feeling good enough to talk with others. We can go back to my home."

"... It's fine. Just... surprised."

She knew that Kate did not like sudden changes of plans. It was only by immersing herself in the excitement of the moment that she had suddenly decided on such a meeting. But for Nina, it was more important than anything for Kate to feel at peace, and if Kate didn't feel comfortable, she was ready to give up the date.

But Kate had said yes.

Kate was perfect, Kate was cute, Kate was charming, Kate was a very nice person!

Nina could not stand the love surging inside her any longer and hugged Kate with a flood of emotions at that moment.

"Even Kate said yes, please come for me, Clocky."

"I'm gonna fuckin' kill you one day."

In contrast to Kate and Nina's conversation, Toby and Clockwork's talking seemed tougher, but that's how their communication was. Still, that didn't mean they didn't love each other.

"You lo-ove me."

Although Toby couldn't be seen smiling because of his mask, it could easily be understood from his eyes.

"No, I don't!"

"Aww, you'd die for me."

Clockwork gifted him a middle finger.

"Eat shit and die, asshole."

"Guys, she loves me so mucc-ch."

Toby made the special sign that they had developed, which meant that he wanted to hug Clockwork, and Clockwork approved this with a deep sigh and her head.

"Fuck all of you."

"Are we group hugging?"

"No!"

Clockwork was already getting overwhelmed by Nina jumping on top of them while Toby is buckling under pressure.

The amazing thing is that even Toby said no to this offer.

"Kate, would you like to come?"

"I'm fine."

"Here, hold my hand."

Nina held out her hand to Kate, who was standing on the edge watching them, so that she wouldn't feel lonely. Although Kate sighed with annoyance, she took Nina's hand and moved a few steps closer to the hugging trio.

"Can we stop this bullshit?"

Clockwork spoke in a strange voice as she tried to breathe.

"Just five more seconds."

"Alright."

When Nina finally loosened her arms, Toby also breathed with relief and instantly pulled on his arms.

"So what's the plan?"

"I know somewhere to hang."

"No bars in daytime, Clocky."

"..."

Kate, upon the rejection of Clockwork's offer, spoke up to make it clear that she also knows a place.

"Kate, love of my life, I love hanging out in the forest with you but I wanna do something different now."

"I know."

"..."

After there was silence for a while, Toby raised his index finger excitedly in the air, as if he had been shaken from side to side by a sudden tick wave.

"Oh, how about game saloons?"

"That's amazing!"

"Hey, you didn't pay for them!"

Just when they were leaving the store, they suddenly stopped with an angry employee calling them out.

"Oh, right."

Clockwork muttered to herself.

"God help us all."

"He won't."

She grimaced at what Kate said.

"Oh man, we're so fucked up this time."

"Hey, look at this Clocky!"

When she looked at the place Toby pointed out, she saw the rabbit hat in the section where the check out was.

May God have mercy on the poor souls of Clockwork and Kate.

V●ω●V—V●ω●V—V●ω●V—V●ω●V—V●ω●V

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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beggin' you for mercy

summary: austin knows what happens to good boys when they're bad boys and he hates it. and yet that has stopped him from being bad every once in a while. rating: m word count: 1029. warnings: orgasm control. orgasm denial. oral ( m, receiving ). allusions to oral ( f receiving ) and p in v sex. dom/sub dynamics. bit of mommy kink. author's note: consider this a faint continuation of yesterday's blurb for mommy kink. anyway! welcome to day four of kinktober orgasm control with austin butler. i am aware that some of y'all would have probably liked to see orgasm control with austin controlling the reader's orgasm, however, i was in a sub austin mood for this and i have enough requests for austin for the rest of kinktober that don't worry, y'all will get that exact thing. also please ignore the fact that i mixed up my days earlier this week. i think i'm just really excited to get to tomorrow because i'm a sucker for praise kink. thank you everyone who's read the past three days and had me marveling at the amount of notes because i wasn't sure anyone was going to read some of them. y'all are the best, truly. also tag for @oh-kurva because i did promise last night.

"Please." He groans, his hips bucking up uselessly in an effort to gain some friction, any kind of friction only to be met with air and your cunt so close and yet so far away from his aching cock.

"Please what, baby boy?" You ask, a smirk crossing your features. "What is my baby so needy for? You can tell mama."

"You know what's got me so needy. You've got me so needy. Seeing you has me this way. Just let me touch you, please." Austin's voice is high pitched, practically reedy in tone and you almost break there, but you know you must endure.

"Good boys know better than to come without mommy's permission. And what did you do while I was busy with work?" Your hand moves down Austin's chest, down his torso and right down to the v of his hips before you stop eyeing his reaction as you do. His body shudders just a bit, you note and you can see his muscles tensing so hard to try and not buck his hips up again.

"I played with myself and made a mess. But you were taking so long and you promised tonight would be about us. About me." He whines and a blush covers his face once he realizes it. He would be more put together, less whiny and less needy but it's been an hour and all he wants to do is come. He doesn't care where any more, just that he can.

Your eyebrow quirks up at his tone, noting the way he whines out me like a spoiled toddler and not like the 31 year old he is. You know you're getting there, you know you're getting to the point where he's learning his lesson. Maybe just another ten minutes, a little more teasing and he'll know truly what was wrong about what he did.

"And I told you that work calls for the next couple of months took priority over everything else. You said you understood that, said it was fine and you were patient enough to wait tonight. What changed?"

Austin leans his head back against the pillows and takes a few short heaving breaths before answering. "Your breasts. You- The dress you're wearing, it makes them look so good. Spent all night wanting to bury my face in them. Wanted to mark them up. Wanted you to- God, mama- suffocate me with them."

His words come out in a rush, half slurred once your hand slides down to touch his neglected cock. You said he couldn't come but your hand is right there squeezing and touching him in just the right way. How is he supposed to not. He shuts his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the feel of your hand.

For what it's worth, you clench your thighs together at his words and at how he starts to writhe on the bed his eyes shut like he's trying to escape the sensations of the room and everything else. Maybe- Maybe he's already learned his lesson. maybe you can cut it short this time.

"Austin, open your eyes and look at me." Your voice is soft as you lean over to whisper in his ear, your hand still moving slowly up and down his cock.

Austin forces his eyes open and realizes you're not by his face any more, not by his ear, instead you've slid down to his lap, and your mouth is hovering over his cock. He keens at the sight. "I'm looking. Please mama, please, no more teasing I'll be good. I'll do whatever you want tonight, I'll eat your pussy, I'll fuck you all night please please please."

You blow just a tiny bit of cold air onto his cock, watching his jaw clench so hard you feel he might have almost broken his teeth. "When you ask that nicely, I think I have to. But you have to promise no more touching like you did tonight. Or your punishment will be so much worse."

You don't wait to hear a yes before your mouth envelops his cock and his actual answer gets lost in a should of your name as his hands move to your hair. He's not in charge of the pace, but he needs something other than the sheets to grab at. You hum at the slight tug, your tongue tracing the underside of his cock slowly before playing with the tip. You know this won't last long, Austin's cock was practically drenched in pre-come by the time you even touched him, but still you figure both you and him might as well enjoy it. Your hand moves to his balls, playing with them in your hand as you feel Austin trying not to move his hips too much. Another hum, a longer one leaves your lips again when you move your hand and attempt to relax your throat, grabbing at Austin's hips to give him a cue to try and force his cock in a little more. Your mouth tenses just a tad before you realize he got the message and your head bobs as his hand twists even more into your hair until he's growling and groaning and you feel the first hint of his come before he lets out a choked out cry of your name. He's practically trembling when you pull off of him after you've swallowed, giving his cock little kitten licks as you do. His cock is still interested, twitching in a valiant attempt to get right back into the action when you finally pull up and give Austin a kiss, letting him taste himself on you.

"Good boy." A pause. "Now, what was this about eating my pussy? I think you might have earned it now. Earned all the attention I want to give you tonight."

Austin looks at you fo a moment, his chest heaving as he tries to settle himself before you see a glint in his eye as he slinks off the bed and onto the floor where he can put himself directly at eye level with your cunt.

"I worked up an appetite, mama, I hope you're ready."

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morkofday · 4 months

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ten bl boys i want carnally to put in my pocket like tamagotchi

thanks for tagging me krish @i-got-the-feels ♥ i took the liberty to make this a softer version of the original ^^ these are in no particular order!

I. Mork (Jimmy Jitaraphol) Last Twilight

after all this pain, i just want him to be happy. have him smiling like this, living comfortably. let him have an easy life with a lot of good days and laughter. let him have love. i care for him so much that this is all i want for him ♥

II. Ten (Off Jumpol) Cooking Crush

very my type of character. sweet and kind but has his own troubles. needs way more loving than he has received. i melted when prem was being considerate about ten's aversion to touch and never questioned him, just tried to make him comfortable, and how ten was so baffled to be treated like that. he deserves that type of love so much.

III. Cher (Book Kasidet) A Boss and a Babe

my boba-eyed baby! i adore him so much. cher was such a fun character and i felt very deeply for him. a boy filled with only happiness on the outside with a horrible sadness inside. i want to pinch his cheekies and ruffle his hair and tell him he's doing amazing ♥

IV. Zo (Dunk Natachai) Hidden Agenda

unlike the majority (i think?), i very much enjoyed hidden agenda. and zo was one of those characters that became very important to me this year. he's very familiar to me somehow and watching him change and grow gave me a lot of comfort. he was so brave!

V. Ai Di (Chiang Tien) Kiseki: Dear to Me

the casting choice here is so interesting but works beautifully. ai di is tiny but extremely spicy, and i love him for it. a hissy kitten truly, and you approach him with your own risk. most likely, he will bite you. he's the highlight of this whole show.

VI. Li Ming (Fourth Nattawat) Moonlight Chicken

i was reading some of my old tag games and there i mentioned how i could relate to li ming's struggles in a world run by adults. that one still stands and maybe that's why he is so dear to me. a very brave boy i hope knows all his efforts mean a lot ♥ it takes a lot to be so kind in this world.

VII. Nuengdiao (Phuwin Tangsakyuen) Never Let Me Go / Our Skyy 2

he's so, so precious. i will fight you if you think otherwise. i am serious. this boy deserves all the love he finally got for himself. he deserves to be carefree and happy after all the trauma. let him have a happy life with his beloved, far from death and suffering ♥

VIII. Talay (Sea Tawinan) Vice Versa / Our Skyy 2

it's huge when someone who doesn't believe in love turns into someone who is the epitome of love. that's what happened to talay who, despite this change, is still learning how to believe in love and see it as something permanent in his life. he's doing so well tho. i adore him ♥ also, he will make one amazing parent one day!

IX. Tinn (Gemini Norawit) My School President / Our Skyy 2

absolute loser of a boy, but i love him for it. there's no one more perfect out there. he has a heart of gold and so much hope in him. he believes only in love and gun. it's amazing how he was so lonely and despite it, was so ready to put all his faith in one boy and their future together.

X. Wai (Jimmy Jitaraphol) Bad Buddy / Our Skyy 2

another absolute loser. a little asshole kitten. bastard. douchebag. am using these words as i would use endearments. i love him so much. that will never change thanks for asking. i'm in this wai-loving bullshit for life.

tagging: @stormyoceans @dimpledpran @celestial-sapphicss @jimmysea @leonpob @daymork @smileytharn if any of you is interested! or if you've done this already, this is your sign to send that list to me ^^

#tag game #sorry i could not live with myself #if i did this the right way #yall have fun tho!!#go wild go bonkers i don't mind at all #tell me all your thoughts on your fave men

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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hello kaia! this is for your 555 follower sticky and sweet event ! congrats !

i would like to order a chocolate mousse, cotton candy, churro, candy necklace, and shortbread cookie with caramel and number 1 from the secret menu. for zoro from one piece. (I am a sucker for him istg.) tysm!

hello, hello! thank you v much (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ it's all so surreal tbh lmao thank u for being patient, this was a labor of love so to speak (i love zoro too, i'm sure u can tell).

2.5k words, gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni, zoro is a dumbass and needs to do better - although, according to him, a lil rough makeup sex is the way to go; feat. a lil jealousy, lots of angst, smut, maybe some fluff if u pretend idk i'm bad at it; also an appearance from sanji!

freshly baked cupcakes sit on a large tray on the kitchen table; you watch, in awe as he prepares the frosting — swift, precise, and graceful. you wish you had an ounce of his talent, even mumble that when you attempt to sample a cupcake. because he is so apt at detecting movement in his kitchen, without looking over his shoulder, he scolds you.

“y/n… you can’t have one yet. they’re too hot.”

you roll your eyes and leave the cupcake alone, sighing loudly, dramatically drumming your nails against the table, which earns you a few chuckles from the skilled chef as he puts frosting into individual piping bags. you suppose he has a point; why bother consuming the small piece of cake without any toppings? you’re not luffy, you can keep your urges at bay — for the most part.

“it’s taking too long,” you whine and hop up from the chair you previously occupied, needing something to do with your hands. “can i help?” normally, you just watch; you know he’s particular about his craft and rarely lets anyone assist him, but he seems to be in a charitable mood, so he extends a smaller piping bag for you to practice with.

after fooling around for a few minutes, you get the hang of things, and sanji allows you to frost the first batch of cupcakes without assistance. before you’re allowed to touch anything else, he makes you thoroughly clean your hands and even goes so far as to inspect them afterwards. you don’t take offense to it, of course — it’s a habit of his. he likes things tidy and safe; he doesn’t need anyone getting sick on his watch.

“don’t rush,” he warns when you squeeze the bag too hard, “be gentle. consider them as delicate creatures that need to be handled gently.” you blink repeatedly, let out a loud laugh, which causes his cheeks to flush a dark shade of pink.

“sorry, sorry. i’m not laughing at you, not really.”

the pout on his face means he doesn’t believe you, but you ignore that and frost the cupcakes under his careful guidance. you struggle with the last one, so he places a hand over yours to steady it, giving you a tip on precision — one he learned many years ago from the surly cook he studied under.

after training in the sun for an extended period of time, roronoa zoro opts to cool off inside by fetching a cold glass of water from the kitchen. brows furrowed closely, he watches how easily you laugh with the idiotic cook, how you haven’t pushed him away from you, how you seem a little too comfortable standing that close to him. as someone who prides himself in keeping his composure, especially under times of duress, this shouldn’t be an issue.

and yet, his irritation seeps out of his pores, follows him as he walks to the refrigerator, guides him as he pulls out the pitcher of water, and instructs him to slam the door once he’s done. both you and sanji look up from the table, startled at his intrusion — but you know that look on his face; something’s pissed him off. you open your mouth to greet him but he breezes past you without glancing your way, confusion swirling inside of you, making you think ridiculous things.

sanji takes note of your deflated expression and the way your lips tug downwards; frowning doesn’t suit you, he decides, but, like you, he’s confused over zoro’s childish behavior. you don’t question him when he pats your head gently, murmurs that you can take as many cupcakes as you like — which does perk you up a bit — before his long legs carry him outside of the kitchen and over to the one place he knows zoro is probably holed up in.

zoro is in the middle of a one-armed push up when sanji finds him.

while he knows the swordsman hates having his sanctuary desecrated by the stench of sanji’s cigarettes, he lets it slide; he’s too worked up.

his voice is gruff when he asks, “what do you want?”

sanji exhales deeply, sliding a free hand into his pocket as he leans against the wall closest to the door. “you’re an idiot, you know that?”

a scoff tumbles out of zoro’s mouth and he keeps on with his pushups. it’s not uncommon for them to bicker out of nowhere, but he’s in the middle of training and doesn’t have time to listen to whatever fanciful stories the cook has for him today.

“anything else?” he stands up and stretches his arms before heading to the weight bench.

a vein bulges on the side of sanji’s head at zoro’s ignorance. “y/n wanted to bake something special for you,” he starts, voice even and calm as he speaks in between puffs of his cigarette, “but as you know, none of you are close to my skill level, so i did most of the work.” zoro blinks, stupidly, at his crew mate, eye narrowing as he contemplates his statement. “also… something about an anniversary? i’m not sure.” which is a bold-faced lie, but zoro doesn’t need to know that.

maybe if he lights a fire under his ass, zoro might grow a clue.

despite being one of the more perceptive members of your crew, zoro is hopeless when it comes to romance and communicating his feelings. you know that, you understand it, even — the rejection hurts all the same. you’ve eaten five cupcakes and are on your sixth when you decide to take a bath and soak away all of the negativity.

a heavy knock against the bathroom door shakes you out of your thoughts; you assume whoever it is, they’ll go away once they realize it’s occupied. the knocking persists even after you yell “what?”, even after you climb out of the large bathtub and throw a fluffy towel around your body, and when you yank the door open, you’re fully prepared to tell them off but hesitate when you see that it’s him.

he stares at you for a moment — watches the way water drips down your neck and onto your chest, how you shift to pull the towel around you tighter as your hand grips the door handle tightly. it takes everything in you to not slam the door in his face; but you won’t, you can’t. it wouldn’t be right, and you, at the very least, have a bit more tact than he’ll ever have.

you raise a brow, annoyance simmering deep inside of you, desperate to climb out — but you push it down, as far as you can. you won’t let your emotions get the best of you. because if you do, you’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to salvage things with him.

he opens his mouth, but closes it just as quickly, the words he saved for his apology lodged tightly in the back of his throat, paralyzed due to his inaction. you place a hand on your hip and roll your eyes when he still doesn’t say anything.

“know what? forget it. i can’t do this right now. i’m in the middle of a bath.” it’s quite obvious that you were, but you still feel the need to say it; and even then you hold out for zoro to say something. he runs a hand down his face, exhaling his frustrations — with himself, with you, with the meddlesome cook — half-expecting you to fuss at him all over again. but when you don’t, he considers leaving you to your bath, maybe he can try again another time.

his hesitation makes you snap, and before you can stop yourself, your mouth is on the move again.

“coward.”

the word cuts into his skin, halts his movements entirely; there’s a sliver of rage, but it’s mostly confusion mixed with anguish at your terseness. it’s his fault, really, and he’s coming to terms with that, but still, he never thought you out of everyone important in his life would ever call him cowardly.

while you expected to feel some sort of elation at having the last word, you don’t. there’s a heaviness that you desperately want to get rid of, so you move to the side and motion for him to come in. this time, he doesn’t hesitate, especially as he closes the door behind him and reaches a large, tanned hand out to grab onto your arm.

you try to keep your head clear, but whenever you’re this close to him, it’s like your body has an agenda of its own. his grip is firm, hand rough against your skin, but you like it — a lot more than you’re willing to admit right now. he struggles, again, to get the right words out, and while you want to stay mad at him, you can’t. his brows slope downward as he attempts to formulate a coherent enough response for you, but you stop him.

“you’re an idiot,” you say with a nod; he grunts but reluctantly agrees with your opinion, his gaze softening as you take a step closer to him. “and, you’re going to make it up to me.” because you don’t like him jumping to conclusions without properly talking to you; although, you suppose the way you and sanji were standing together might have seemed intimate. you sort of understand his line of thinking, and in hindsight, everything about it is so damn silly.

“also,” you turn and wrap your arms around him, press your cheek against his firm chest, “you’re the reason why i ate five cupcakes in a row.” your cheeks flush at the confession, and he chuckles as he moves a hand to the back of your neck.

“does that mean you need to burn off the calories?”

you whip your head to stare at him and slap a hand on his arm, his audacity shocking you into silence, until you take in the heated look he gives you. oh. oh. you hadn’t realized what he meant and took his words literally; again, your cheeks flush terribly, making it impossible to look at him. “you’re the worst,” you mumble, feeling bashful for some reason, which only encourages him to tease you some more.

“i’ve been told that a lot, lately.” mostly by you, but he takes each jab as words of endearment, really. and even though you really don’t like how vulnerable you feel right now, you’re happy that you’re finally on the same page as him. your towel falls to the floor, but you don’t bother picking it up. instead, you lose bits of your resilience when zoro pulls you in for a kiss, the residual sweetness from the cupcakes you inhaled earlier still on your tongue. he’s never been a big fan of baked goods or overly sweet things, but he loves kissing you — and, more importantly, tasting you.

breathing becomes irrelevant, as you press your body closer, desperate to consume him the way he consumes you. you’re well-aware there’s something bizarre with that line of thinking, but your logic doesn’t function properly when zoro kisses you like it’s the only thing that makes sense to him. everything about you is soft and delicate — reminding him of one of those cute pastries that sanji whips up to impress the others — almost as if he could easily break you in half without trying.

but when your curious hands slide in between you and rub against his growing erection, he remembers that you’re not at all what you seem; much more impish than innocent — sassy and extremely playful. you tug on his sweatpants impatiently, bringing it lower until you pull out his cock. he pulls away briefly, breath ragged as he pushes you against the wall, hand moving around to firmly squeeze around your throat.

you gasp in surprise, but his mouth is on you almost immediately — all tongue and teeth, roughly tugging and licking, your body yearning for more. you fuss with the remainder of his clothes and when they’re cast aside on the floor, he presses kiss after kiss along your jaw, your neck — bite marks visible along your clavicle and chest. you know there will be bruises later, but you don’t care. you stroke his cock, enjoying the way his hips jut forward at your touch, his moans quiet, but loud enough to send shivers down your body.

his hands settle on your ass and you wrap your legs around him when he picks you up, peppering kisses on his face, dragging your tongue down the length of his throat, biting him back and sucking on the skin. his cock is thick and heavy against you, and you’re not sure what possesses you, but you greedily whisper, “hurry,” against his lips. zoro lines the tip of his cock with your entrance, both of you pausing as he inches inside of you. pressing you against the wall, he thrusts into you once, pulling back before thrusting into you again. you let out a strangled cry, nails clawing at his back as you moan his name repeatedly, hips rolling as his thrusts get harder. he knows he should probably slow down, take his time with you, but he’s too far gone and you’re experiencing too much bliss — the high from zoro fucking you will last for hours, it’s why you let him have his way.

but, since he feels a little bad about earlier, he presses his lips to your ear, telling you that you’re doing so well and fuck, you feel so damn good and also you can take a little more, i know you can. his words infiltrate your body, settle in your mind, covering you in a lust-filled haze, one that burns you relentlessly. skin slick with sweat, you clench around his thick cock, small bursts of pleasure erupting within both of you at the sensation. zoro powers into you, ferocious and unapologetic, hips rocking against yours as his cock kisses a spot that’s far enough to have you in tears, thighs trembling under his firm grip, his fingers digging into your plush skin. what pushes you over the edge is the tender way he’s kissing you, and maybe it feels a little romantic to simultaneously cum at the same time as him.

you should feel a bit of shame for the lewd way you keep clenching around him, but you don’t; and how could you? you like him and he likes you, that’s all there is to it.

you’re an intoxicating fixture in his life, one that has him acting up from time to time — it’s not because he doesn’t trust you, but rather he thinks you’re too damn good for him; and maybe you are, but you still want to be with him all the same, his rugged demeanor has grown on you, his brutal honesty an admirable trait that you won’t find with anyone else. you know it’s not love, and you’re not cynical enough to call it obsession, but it’s a mix between the two, one that is overly complicated for everyone outside of your relationship to try and understand.

thankfully, they don’t bother you too much about it, and since zoro hates explaining himself, they don’t bother him about it either.

#fic request #milestone event #500+ followers event #🍭✨🍨sticky & sweet event🧁✨🍭#one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x y/n #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #vinsmoke sanji #zoro smut #one piece smut #one piece angst #zoro angst #one piece imagine

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hsrmtbrm · 3 months

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Hashirama doesn't attend meetings as the heir. As such, Tobirama is his substitute. His father says its better this way, as he'll be Hashirama's heir one day. He says he may as well learn how to now.

Tobirama doesn't mind the extra responsibility. In fact, he finds it fun. He gets insight into how the clan is run, and he is able to help it run smoothly.

His father catches him up late at night, scrolls laid out across his desk. He sets a hand on his head and urges him to bed. "Even Yosan-no-Mikoto* needs his rest."

Tobirama preens at the smile in his voice, and the bubbling amusement in his chakra. He fights off his own grin and obeys.

He likes filling in as heir, right by his father's side.

He does not like being alone.

His father steps out for a moment, just a moment, to see what the head mednin is summoning him for.

The elders lunge at the opportunity, though only their chakra shows it. They all know how vulnerable he is without guidance.

"Is something the matter, Tobirama-sama?," Elder Kyo questions, his eyes relaxed and posture betraying nothing.

Tobirama keeps his eyes down, focused on the scroll in his hands. "Not at all, Kyo-sama."

"You seem rather tense. Have you been training too hard?"

Inhaling slowly through his nose, he prepares himself. "Of course. As the future heir, I must push myself beyond my limits. If I am to serve the clan-"

"We all know you could care less about the clan, Oni," Kyo interrupts, linking his fingers together. "Come now, you can be honest. It's all for him, isn't it?"

Ah. This again. He sighs and shuts his eyes.

"I live to serve the clan, which includes my father-"

"Your wielder, you mean."

"Oh leave him be, Kyo." Elder Sota comes to his rescue, though likely just to spare him the embarrassment rather than out of any respect for him.

"Of course he's going to value Butsuma-sama over the clan, he's his consort on everything but paper."

Tobirama jolts, eyes widening at the statement. He presses his tongue to the back of his teeth, trying to keep his hands still and his mouth shut.

After a beat, the elders chuckle at the 'joke'.

"Perhaps that's why he's so tense today," Elder Takahiko surmises, a wry grin on his face. "Wasn't it the anniversary of something yesterday?"

Tobirama lowers his head slowly, shoulders hunching. The ink on the scroll blurs in his vision, the symbols swimming.

"Aa, of his marriage with That Woman. Knowing him, he probably drank himself half to death and took it out on his poor son," Elder Fuguraka contributes, "The head medic is right outside, perhaps you should ask him for a healing, hm, Tobirama-sama?"

Tobirama's lips part. He forces himself to speak. "N.. No, I'll be.. fine. I'm.."

"What was that, Tobirama-sama? You'll have to speak up. You see, our ears have gone bad in our old age."

Tobirama's face begins to feel hot. He balls his fists in the fabric of his hakama pants. He can feel tears welling up in his eyes.

He bows his head to the table, squeezing his eyes shut. "I-I..! I am well!", he insists, louder. "I-I must t-thank your ven-venerable selves for your concern..!"

"Oh, so polite. What did Butsuma do to ingrain that lesson into your head? You're on your knees so often, thanking everyone around you. Do you do that for your Tou-chan, too?"

Tobirama chokes on his breath, pursing his lips and shaking his head. "Y-You're mistaken, K-Kyo-sama! Chichi-ue is a v-very respectable man, h-he would not stoop to-"

"You don't have to lie. We've all seen you walk in here with bruises beneath your collar. Is he rough with you? Do you like it?"

Tobirama grits his teeth, shame burning through his entire body.

"I-I..!"

"I think we're done here."

Tobirama's head whips up and around to face the door. He can't make out much other than his silhouette, but he can sense who it is.

"B-Butsuma-sama!," Elder Takahiko laughs, "You're back, so soon!"

Tobirama lets out a noise that must sound like a dying kitten.

"Yes.", his father intones lowly, gathering the scrolls on the table and rolling them up. "And I will be taking my leave with my son. We will discuss these.. accusations of yours at a later date. Alone."

"I assure you, it was all in jest," Kyo attempts. "We-"

"I've heard enough. To insult my name behind my back is one thing, but to bring my son into it? I'm disappointed in all of you." His jaw is set and his gaze is firm.

"I leave for one moment to attend to what could have been an urgent matter, and your first reaction is to make my son out to be a whore. I believe we have some boundaries we need to discuss."

His father sets a hand on his shoulder. "Up. We're going home."

Relieved to be out of this situation, he scrambles to his feet, tailing his father's heels.

They walk in silence for a long time.

"Do not let them talk to you that way," his father says quietly after a while.

"..Hai, Chichi-ue," he agrees easily, his mind swimming with their words.

He nearly runs straight into his back with how quickly his father stops. He turns to face him.

A hand grasps his chin.

"You don't seem to understand. Do not let them talk to you that way," he growls, his chakra swimming with anger.

Tobirama's breath catches in his throat and he focuses his vision on his chin, tense.

"You are my second son, the next heir. You are a higher ranking as you are now than they will ever be. They must fear you. You are mine, and they cannot speak to you in such a derogatory manner."

He tries not to let out any sort of pathetic noise, but with his father's chakra so close to him radiating so intensely, he can hardly focus. He catches that he is his father's, and not much else. He clings to that knowledge.

After he does not respond for too long, his father softens. His hand moves from his chin to his cheek. His chakra retracts.

"You're too overwhelmed to hear me much right now. I'll tell you again later. Let's go home."

Tobirama nods quickly, trying not to lean into his touch. He tells himself he doesn't miss his chakra spreading out so harshly, and that he didn't enjoy how intense it felt.

He follows his father home, and when he's dismissed, collapses onto his bed.

Every time the memories of what the elders said resurface, he pushes them down by smothering them with the lingering sensation of his father's chakra.

Chestnuts and persimmons.

Is he rough with you?

Do you like it?

#.txt #dont look at me #is this anything #butsutobi #dadson #*Yosan-no-Mikoto is supposed to be like. god of budgeting #writing #by me

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marshmallowprotection · 3 months

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Hi Kait, I'm the anon who played the RAE without the route and I'm back to bother you with my thoughts lol. So long ask ahead and RAE spoilers!

If I had to describe my feelings in one word, I'd say it was an intense experience. As I said, I had only played the Causal Route by then, and of course those three routes are lighter than the rest (not that they aren'temotional, but they're less emotional. So it was my first exposure to the heaviest parts of the game, and boy did I feel the change.

As for GE Saeran, it's hard to describe. I did care about him, I definitely did. But I cared because you (Kait and the other players) cared deeply for him and I got to read your analysis and fics and hopeful words for the AE. I cared because I knew Saeyoung cared, and even if I played his route after the RAE I can understand the love from a sibling and the need to protect him.

(Similar thing with V, I can understand Jumin's love and trust for him because I see my best friend and me exactly like that. So when V betrayed them, and I had no way to know that he would because I didn't know he had gone back to Rika in the route, I was absolutely heartbroken and I had to work through those feelings when I played his route)

Back to Saeran. When I started playing, I kind of feel like I was inserted in the middle of a story, if that makes sense. But aside from being scared of getting a bad ending since I had few prior knowledge, I didn't really felt too out of place. Probably because it was still the RFA.

My impression of Saeran was that he was someone who was learning how to grow as a person, but he had quite managed to understand that he was free of choice, and that I as his partner was someone who respected his freedom of choice. He also looked healthier than I expected. And he had so much love to give, which I assumed was also a new experience for him. With the choices I noticed that he was still learning how to do that, since he was figuring put what he wanted but sometimes he was still a bit dependent on the MC's choices (like the option when the player said to leave it all behind and go to the beach, which I correctly assumed would lead to a bad ending). So that was my impression of the relationship, that it was based on mutual respect for the other's choices, and Saeran was learning to find his own individuality.

So it was all about supporting his choices, and not leaving him alone, and caring about him. And that was the gut feeling that lead me through the game. And we came to his choice to sacrifice himself, but I wasn't surprised, because in my mind I thought that of course he would. I'm somewhat like that too, and he didn't see another path, and as I said he was still learning to put himself first too sometimes. But I never felt that it was the end, I knew the MC wouldn't leave him alone.

Then I got the bad relationship ending in day 4 (twice) and I was absolutely heartbroken. Anyways.

And that's about it, when I managed to pass that part, I still knew I didn't have to leave him alone, and I was very happy with the ending.

As for Rika, I was a tad confused because I didn't know much about her, so I was surprised she wanted to create a family. I got to learn more about her later.

Of course, I had a lot of feelings through the entire AE. As I said, it was intense, and in just 4 days I ended up caring deeply about Saeran in another level, because of my own experience playing. So yeah, I don't know what to say to finish this sl thank you for being interested in my thoughts

First off, thank you for sharing your experience with me because I was curious how he might read as a character to somebody who only had interactions with Unknown up until that point.

It makes me happy to know that even if people don't know him, they can see that he's trying to be better every day, and it might seem a bit messy, but that's a part of the healing process. The road to getting better is very bumpy, and sometimes you run into roadblocks along the way. It's not always going to work out the way you think it will, but what matters is that you keep trying, and God... is he a person who wants to keep trying.

Don't worry about getting that bad ending.

A lot of us got that bad ending, even those of us who know this character backward, forwards, and sideways.

This particular route was set up in a way to challenge us in a way none of us considered, and that's what made it interesting. My problem was giving V the benefit of the doubt. You are normally supposed to do that, but in this situation, you need to dump him immediately.

He will get to where he needs to be in the end, but you should only trust him once and that is on the last day.

God, yeah. Rika's goals won't make any sense to anyone unless they've played through everything the game has to offer before they've decided to open the RAE. Even then, a lot of people don't understand what's going on in her head because there are so many moving pieces to figure out along the way.

The RFA was her dream of gaining a family, but she thought she had to pretend to be an angel of light and hope to have a family. She truly believed that she had to suppress her demons and fears to be able to experience love and family. It becomes too much for her to handle, and then everything crumbles around her to prove that she might just be the devil her abusers always told her she was.

All she ever really wanted was a family and an identity that didn't feel like it was cursed with sin. She went about it in the wrong way, deciding that if she couldn't do it by pretending to be an angel, she would force everybody to be with her regardless in a paradise of her own making where nobody could ever leave her behind or think of her in a bad light. I can only imagine what you experienced going from knowing the least about her to knowing everything.

#anon #ask #mod kait

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goldenteaset · 3 months

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I need to see what you write for selshippy Vash and #1, end of a hard day -From YOU'LL NEVER GUESS

>:D I CAN'T IMAGINE WHO IT MIGHT BEEEE, but anyway, thank you!

My form of yumejoshi/selfshipping is through projecting onto OCs, so Vash's catgirl girlfriend here is named Rose. She's augmented--because if the out-there designs of the bounty hunters can exist, so can she--and she bakes at a cat cafe in one of the small towns. =v= (The OCs with one exception are all named after tea herbs, because punny.)

Anyway, prompt answer under the cut! :D

"Today sucked," Vash groaned⏤whined, really⏤as he shuffled into Rose's bedroom, dead on his feet. "People didn't listen to me, I got knocked into a table, and the Tomas jerky wound up too hard to cut again! I hope you had a better time...Rose...?"

He blinked at the scene in front of him. That was definitely Rose curled up under the blankets, he could see her fluffy tail flicking back and forth from here. But why wasn't she answering?

Trying not to think of the worst-case scenarios, he tiptoed over to the bed, calling out softly "Rose? Hey, honey, are you okay?"

Rose lifted the blankets a bit, revealing her red-rimmed eyes and blotchy face. And her cat ears, which were lowered almost to the top of her head. "I don't know," she said, her green eyes still misty with tears. "Can...can you hug me, please?"

"On the double, ma'am," Vash replied, saluting smartly and slipping into bed after her. He was soon cocooned in warmth, both from her and the blankets. "So what's wrong⏤trouble at the cafe again?" He hoped the cats were okay.

"A bit," Rose said, snuggling into his chest. "Everything I baked today turned out awful. Too salty or burned or...I couldn't possibly give our customers messes like that." She grumbled under her breath some more. "So I wasted ingredients for nothing!"

"Was it a waste, though?" Vash rubbed her back soothingly. "You learned a lot, just by trying."

Rose managed a small, mischievous smile. "Like cutting the jerky?"

"...Well, maybe a little. I still say it was just being stubborn."

She finally laughed, thank goodness. "Vash?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad your troubles were small, today." Her words were unexpectedly solemn. "Usually, um...you don't tell me about what you're going through. I like being your," she faltered a bit, blushing, "d-'desert rose', but sometimes I'd like to know why you need me so much."

Uh-oh, turn up the charm, quick! "Well obviously it's 'cause you're my favorite catgirl in Gunsmoke," he chirped, tapping her nose. "Most places aren't lucky enough to have someone like you."

She scrunched up her nose in embarrassment and turned away, laughing. "Y-Yes they do, I wouldn't have thought of it if⏤eek!"

"You dare miss the point of Vash the Stampede?!" he pressed on grandiosely, switching from cuddles to tickles. "You'll pay for this!"

"Oh no," she pretended to swoon⏤or maybe it was for real? "The scary outlaw caught me!" And then she dissolved into giggles and frantic crawling toward the other end of the bed, which ensured he had to gently tug her back, growling into her neck. And then...

After a few rounds of aggressive tickles and cuddling (and getting swatted by Rose's tail), he forgot he'd even had a bad day in the first place. And judging by Rose's contented purring against his chest, she did too.

Next time, I gotta be more careful, though. She almost got too close...

#soft otp or selfship prompts #asks #F/O: Some Chick's Boytoy #anon asks #yumejoshi #proship selfship

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nogenderbee · 1 year

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VBS, Tsukasa, Rui reacts to reader who's national language is Polish

Your first language was Polish and so you always wondered if they can hear your accent, but they couldn't which unfortunately didn't changed your self esteem. But one day they accidentally discovered that your first language isn't English...

⊱ you were on sleepover with Kohane and you texted one of your friends and you let her watch as you type

"Hey YN, didn't you meant "observation"? Spelled like o-b-s-e-r-v-a-t-i-o-n"

"Oh yes, thank you. It's a little hard for me since my first language isn't English..."

"It's not?"

⊱ and so you began to explain to Kohane about your nationality and how your accent probably always could be heard, but she never even heard your accent so she was really surprised

⊱ and so you inspired her a little to learn Polish for you

⊱ she knew she's shy so with enough convincing from An's side she gave in and first learned how to say "I love you"

⊱ honestly she's really impressed that you can speak two languages!

⊱ you and An had a little karaoke hangout, at first you wanted to decline but when she started to ramble about how good this place would be for your date, you gave in

⊱ and so here you are now, singing worried mostly about your pronunciation and that she will just laugh at you which she never will

"I don't think I singed this one right..."

"You did great! Besides, don't worry about your singing skills, we're here just to have fun!"

"I don't mean my singing skill now, I mean the way I pronounced those words..."

"What's wrong with that?"

⊱ and so you started to say all those words you think you misspelled and An who didn't even knew you misspelled them

⊱ definitely takes you to his dad's cafe to treat you on your favorite drink and cheer you on a bit

⊱ when you will get better, she will gladly go on karaoke date with you again! But for now she just waits untill you're comfortable enough

⊱ you and Akito were having movie night in his house since there was no one besides his sister who loved you either way

⊱ unfortunelly when you two were watching the movie, some word you didn't knew the meaning of appeared and you just had to check it, you wanted to be sneak about it by secretly checking it on translator but Akito noticed...

"Why are you going on translator? You have some homework to do?"

"No I just... don't know what one word means..."

⊱ it took him a while to look realize that your national language isn't English, but only a little while

"Your first language isn't English?!"

"No... you can probably hear it by my accent either way..."

"No, I can't, that's why I'm suprprised! But if it ever happens again you can ask me, and I will try to explain it to you somehow..."

⊱ he genuinely thinks that he can do better job than translator spoiler alert: he can't

⊱ you and Toya had a date in library and it just so happened that your phone just died, and you didn't had a single clue what one word in book could mean

"Toya... can you help me with something?"

"Of course, what is it?"

"Do you know what this word mean?"

⊱ he explains it to you like professional what this word means without questioning you

"Thank you, I couldn't check it on translator because my phone died..."

"Translator? Are you learning another language?"

"No, it's just that I'm Polish so I have trouble with some words..."

"I understand, if you don't know what any other word mean just tell me. Or I can lend you my phone so you can use translator?"

⊱ whichever you decide to choose, you WILL know what word you have trouble with means

⊱ also now he's careful not to speak with hard words around you he might try too much because now he speaks to you like to 5 yo just to not make you uncomfortable

⊱ Tsukasa had some trouble with his homework so you decided to visit and help him

⊱ and it just so happened that he needed help from subject you had only high grades but you didn't exactly understanded excercise because of one word so you decided to chec it on translator

"Even you don't get it?!! Well... I guess in that case googling it isn't that bad of an idea..."

"No, I think I might do but I just need to check what one word means"

"Why? Do you not know? Every word is easy here..."

"Well... yes but my national language isn't English so... I just don't know it..."

⊱ now he's impressed in you, also wants to learn another language even tho some people convince him to learn English properly first

⊱ one day he just comes up to you and says something in Polish with making like 100 spelling mistakes in one sentance, but he tries so you still appreciate it

⊱ Rui was thinking about the name for his new invention so he decided to ask you next time you two met

"...so this is what it does! But I don't have any ideas for name so do you have any?"

"What about "Hydro..." ehh... I forgot the word... I'm so sorry Rui, let me just use translator really quick so I don't leave you hanging!"

⊱ he already was interested how translator can help you with forgotten word... that's when he saw on translator word "Polish"

"Is your national language Polish?"

"Oh yes, why are you acting like you can't hear it?"

"Because I couldn't! Mind telling me how to say "I love you" in Polish~?"

⊱ if you answer him, there are two possibilities: he either will repeat it or already knew and will answer with "I love you too" but in Polish

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rosewould · 2 years

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malice; jsc

words; 6.7k

genre; smut, fluff, a hint of angst and humor

warnings; mouth on titty (what do you call this), cunnilingus, penetration, unprotected sex (maybe one day I'll learn), public sex, s-happy ending

preface; Sorry this took me *reads paper* FOURTY WEEKS TO FINISH??? I kinda get discouraged and feel like I won't be able to end it well, so I put it off. However I'm pretty happy with how this turned out. Lemme know your thoughts!

Minjeong's name wasn't on the note, Yeri would never let her participate anyway. So why was she so eager to help? Maybe she heard about it through the grapevine and wanted to try herself. The thought made you uneasy.

"You deserve to be surrounded by people who love and cherish you..."

Does she actually care about you as a person or does she just want to clear her guilty conscience? She is still dating Hyunsuk, after all. Minjeong's proposal causes Sungchan to give you a worried look, but you flash him an assured smile. The last thing you needed was for him to worry about you.

She doesn't try anything throughout your first research session. She was surprisingly easy to work with. The two of you decided to take turns researching and recording the information.

"Google scholar says a lot of people cited this book, but it looks pretty daunting."

"Let me see," Minjeong turns the Chromebook toward her and skims through the pdf. "Ah! This is about the Beauvais Cathedral? I took a tour of the building during a trip to France, I think it's a great example of medieval stained glass. How about I read this book when I get home and take some notes? I think it could be worth our time."

You shrug, a bit intimidated by how thorough she was. "I don't see why not."

Take some notes she said. She damn near wrote another book. She flipped through pages and pages of notes. They weren't messy by any means, organized in a way that made the information easy to consume.

"Woah... I gotta say, you're doing all the work." You say, dazed as you analyze her neat handwriting.

"That's not true, you've been pretty good at finding reliable sources that fit the criteria." Minjeong assures, tilting her head to the side.

"Don't try to make me feel better." You close her notebook, letting her know that it looked great. Maybe this was her way of trying to break through. Your smile falters at her possible ulterior motive.

"Well, in that case, I would appreciate more help. Your notes are pretty good, but I find it difficult to find important details. Maybe you could organize them like mine or condense the information just to what you know we'll use." Minjeong is firm but not cold with her recommendations. All you can do is nod like an idiot. Though it takes you a couple of all-nighters, you take her criticisms. She made sure to balance every criticism with praise that seemed genuine. You couldn't tell if you were just bad at reading people, but you could no longer sense an ulterior motive.

"Here, I know it's getting difficult, but we're doing pretty well for ourselves." She hands you a cup of iced coffee. "The weather's heating up a bit and I know you like mocha lattes." Minjeong says the last bit with less conviction, knowing your past relationship is a sore topic.

"Thanks." You take the drink reluctantly. She didn't seem eager to do the favor and her apprehension didn't seem forced. Perhaps it was too soon, but something was screaming at you that this was okay for now. You told yourself that the first red flag you noticed, you'd build your walls back up just as quickly as you tore them down.

Plus, the coffee was much needed. You didn't have enough disposable income to get coffee every morning, and you also had your sculpture to worry about. The multi-faced design was challenging, but you decided to just go through with it.

"That's a pretty unique idea."

You expect the observation to come from Professor Kwon, but a masculine voice has you whipping your head in the direction of its owner.

"I thought you were Professor Kwon breathing down my neck again. What are you doing here? Not many students use the studio at this hour."

Sungchan presses his lips into a thin line as he walks toward you. "I actually work on my project every day around this time. I just do it in one of the empty rooms. More privacy and whatnot." He takes a closer look at your work and you're seriously getting deja vu.

"Haven't you noticed we go home at the same time most days?"

"I guess that is true." You chew on your thumbnail as his eyes scan your hard work with an emotion you can't read. "If you're gonna say you hate it, just say it already."

"No- it's just... I can't really grasp what you're trying to say." He takes a step back, taking in more of the sculpture.

"Something about welcoming different emotions, even the uncomfortable ones. I dunno, it's stupid-"

"I think it's creative. Everyone else I know is doing something easy and recognizable. Trying to get a good grade and go, which is understandable. But you're using your art as your outlet. Just like a true artist." He props his head up with his fist, eyes moving from your art to you. His words make your cheeks heat up and it annoys you. You roll your eyes at your predictability before focusing on anything else but him.

"Thanks. I think this helped a little bit."

Minjeong and Sungchan weren't even a part of this re-friending plan Yeri and Sana made, but you couldn't help but use it to navigate your relationships with them. Even if it turns out they don't have your best interest in mind, you want to at least give them a chance. Minjeong still being with Hyunsuk made it harder. Every time you saw them walk down the hallway together it made you uncomfortable. What if you and Minjeong become friends again and you have to watch her marry him? Are you supposed to sit there and pretend you don't think he's cancer personified? What if she stays friends with Eunji and you keep butting heads? What if she keeps them around because they're all she has left?

Maybe it was because of this plan thing and you promising to be more upfront with the people in your life, but you felt compelled to ask the question.

"Have you spoken to Minjeong yet?"

Sungchan goes stiff for a moment, brows furrowing. "No, why should I? I think that chapter's just over."

"You can't just rip the last few pages out and call it finishing a chapter."

The annoyance blooming on his beautiful features almost makes you falter, but you stay firm.

"You don't understand." He says dismissively.

"I do though, more than anyone in our friend group."

He knows this very well, but he still turns away from you. When you slide back into his field of vision he inhales deeply.

"I know more than anyone that it'll take a while to restore those pages, let alone finish them, but the time will pass anyway. Why not at least try?"

He still seemed a bit dismissive of your advice, but he started working on his art in the studio with you. Just like with Minjeong, you don't feel any warning signs blaring at you. As time goes by you feel more and more natural with the two of them. Less focused on scoping out ill will.

Though you were busy, you still made time out to pretend you had just met Sana and Yeri.

"You like Hello Kitty? Me too!" Yeri fails to hold in her laugh as she tugs at the charm dangling from your purse. Snorting, you twist your body back and forth to make it wiggle.

"I've loved Hello Kitty since I was a wee lad."

Yeri jumps at the chance to speak in a British accent. "Oi! Now you're talking bruv-"

"Hey! This is a serious exercise! You're supposed to find the root of your bond!" Sana snaps her head towards the two of you before continuing to look for some book in her packed bookshelf.

"She's right. The fact that we share a love for Hello Kitty really makes me happy because I don't meet many people who see her as a comfort character." Yeri switches back to her normal talking voice and punches your shoulder to dull the sappiness.

"That makes me feel good to hear that." You smile, reapplying the sappiness to her chagrin.

"You're really asking for a shiner now bruv." She holds her fists up as the accent comes back with a vengeance.

"Found it!" Sana drops from her tippy toes with a purple book in hand. "Do you remember when you lent me this freshman year?" She hands the book to you.

"Yes! Ah, I remember reading this now." You take the book and look at it fondly.

"I was going through a hard time because my childhood dog died, and you gave this to me. You said it helped you through a hard time. Before I knew it, I was already re-reading it. I didn't want to give it back because of how good it made me feel, but I thought that maybe you needed it to get through your own hard times. When you told me to keep it, it was a moment I'd never forget. I kept it on my coffee table to remind me to keep an optimistic outlook, but honestly, I just kept thinking about how thoughtful you were. It helped even more." The tenderness in Sana's expression made you drop the book and wrap your arms around her. She returns the embrace, squeezing your body until you can't breathe. You don't mind, keeping the hug going.

A ding is what saves you from suffocating to death.

"Oh! The cookies are ready!"

The date of your presentation was approaching rapidly. Your eyes were beyond dry and your blood was half caffeine thanks to Minjeong. You open your front door and she rushes in with two drinks in her hand. You smile gratefully, struggling to keep your eyes open.

"Sorry I'm late! My manager made me stay longer since it got busy. I- god... I'm so-" Minjeong hurriedly sets the drinks on your counter, sending a frustrated hand through her much shorter hair.

"It's fine. It's understandable that you're a bit frazzled. It must be so difficult balancing a job and university."

She stays silent, opting to instead send you a thankful but apologetic look.

"Your hair looks amazing by the way. I think short hair suits you more." You find that the compliment comes naturally, and you feel warmth when she smiles.

"Thank you. Shall we get started?"

Despite the hiccup, everything went smoothly. The two of you achieved a surprising amount of progress in one day. It almost seemed as if she was pushing herself. "Are you okay? We don't need to rush this much."

"Yeah, but I want to get done as soon as possible, you know?" Minjeong laughs nervously. Her new haircut couldn't hide the fact that she wasn't getting much sleep. She knew she must've looked horrible. So much stress on top of not eating or sleeping well was doing her in. He wasn't looking at her like he used to...

"Are you really okay though?" You wanted to explain why you asked, but didn't out of fear of overstepping a boundary and deepening your relationship before you were ready.

Minjeong couldn't ignore how much she liked spending time with you. Even if it was just doing work. What she didn't like was how you could see through her lies. You had been through it before, after all. You were constantly dropping breadcrumbs that you knew Hyunsuk was sucking the life out of her.

"I'm..." She inhales, holding her breath for a moment. "Well, I think you know the answer." She exhales a laugh. "I know I'm not a good person, but you worrying about me still makes me feel good."

You wanted to deny that you were worrying about her, but it'd be especially challenging to do so without looking like a liar. So it was settled. You'd lend her a helping hand. Only because you couldn't stand seeing someone go through what you did. She says checking up on her makes her feel good, so you continue to do that. She brings you coffee and you make her food to ensure she's eating well. You walk and talk with her whenever you can, whether it's to and from class or walking home with her.

Everyone was always telling you how bad Hyunsuk was and that you just needed to break up with him already. It didn't help, it just made you feel more stupid about staying with him. It's inevitable that Minjeong will start to realize how horrible Hyunsuk is, and you know that what she needs is comfort during those painful times.

So you hold her hand as you walk her home, watching as she cried silently. You don't say anything, you just let her know that she's not alone. When you reach her house, the two of you stand there for a while. She cries to herself and continues holding your hand until she felt okay enough to go inside.

"Thank you for last night. I..." She trails off before chuckling, a hint of embarrassment flaring up inside her, "I would've never known how to ask for that."

"Don't even mention it. I know it's hard, but just know that the pain is a part of the healing process. Just like cleaning out a wound."

Minjeong brushes her hair behind her ear with a small smile. "What I said has got to be true."

You look at her questioningly as she shuts her laptop.

"If you could help me, someone who hurt you, imagine what you could do for someone who's been hurt in the same way."

"You guys did a great job on the research. We all did great." Yuto smiles genuinely. You can tell he's just happy you and Minjeong are getting along. You hate to admit that his stupid scheme worked out in the end. It feels better when you tell yourself that fixing you guys' relationship was entirely you and Minjeong's doing. He probably thought it was as simple as just talking to each other, he could keep thinking that way. You knew what went into making up with Minjeong and that's all that matters.

The two of you share a proud glance before looking back at Yuto.

"Now all that's left is to give the presentation. Sungchan, you're up!"

The glance you and Sungchan share is less confident. You ignore the awkwardness and flash him an encouraging smile.

You wave goodbye at Minjeong before slinging your tote over your shoulder. "Are you coming to the studio today?"

"Of course. I still have a lot of work to do, and watching you inspires me to get through it." He says as if the confession was embarrassing. He had no clue what it did to you.

There was no easy way to bring up Minjeong again without making it uncomfortable. You hug your book to your chest as the two of you made your way to the studio.

"What's on your mind?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You chew on your lip as he pushes the doors open for you. Opting to wait a bit, you lie.

"Nothing, just thinking about finals." You situate yourself at your station and he does the same across from you. It was hard to tell if he was being silent because he didn't believe you or because he actually didn't have a response.

"I see you and Minjeong are friends again." He notes as he sets up his station. An opening appears.

"We're getting there. It just feels good to finally work something out that had been weighing on me for the longest." You sneakily peek at him but he catches the look. He sighs disappointedly but you press on. "I promise it'll feel so much better if you just confront the issue instead of running away."

"You can't force me to make up with Minjeong." The aggravation voice makes you flinch. "You know, you're starting to sound like Yuto right now."

You expected him to leave, but he just returned his attention to his art. This was bad, you couldn't end the topic with him comparing you to Yuto. Your tongue darts out to wet your dry lips.

"I wouldn't care if you never made up with her for the rest of your life." Sure of yourself, you stop to turn your body toward him. Your words make his hand pause in the air before dropping. He shoots you a wary look. "Minjeong already accepted the fact that you may never forgive her, but this isn't about Minjeong. You're allowed to feel hurt about something that happened to you. You're the one that helped me understand this." You step closer to him cautiously, praying you're not screwing everything up.

The way he looks away makes you think he knows exactly what you're talking about.

"I know I asked if you spoke to her, but you don't even need to do that. However you choose to navigate your pain, just know I'm here for you." You extend your hand to him, pleading determination in your eyes. He examines your face before regarding your hand. Your heart does backflips when he takes it into his own, mumbling about how he wouldn't promise anything.

After you graduate, you weren't sure if you'd ever see Sungchan again. If you could be of any help in the little time you had left with him in your life, you'd do just that. You made sure to put no pressure on him, focusing on making him comfortable just like you did for Minjeong. You never brought it up first, which meant you went a while without talking about it at all. It was a miracle he even told you about what happened that night, he seems so guarded because of it.

Still, you entered the studio with a smile like you did every other day, asking him how his day went.

"I talked to her." He mumbles, not turning away from his project. You freeze, stumbling over your words.

"That's great Sungchan! What did you say?" You walk up to him, excitement oozing out of your voice no matter how much you tried to contain it.

"It was about the presentation. She wished me luck and I thanked her." His eyes flit toward yours quickly, but not too quick that you didn't notice.

You purse your lips to hide the smile that threatened to show. It was a bit cute how he announced just saying one word to her. Progress was progress, nevertheless.

"I know it's not much."

"It's plenty. Sungchan," You step closer to him. He turns toward you slightly, only putting his carving knife down when your eyes meet. "I'm so happy you're trying." You can feel his jaw clenching when you lay your hand on the side of his face.

"It was weird and awkward." He wanted to ask if it would always be like this but decided it was a stupid question. All he wanted to do was go back to ignoring her and hating her guts. Though he wouldn't admit it aloud just yet, he trusted your advice. So he pushed through.

The day of the presentation finally came. Sungchan and Minjeong were still barely speaking full sentences to each other. He kept pushing, even if he wanted to shrivel up into nothing after every interaction. He wasn't even nervous about the presentation, just about the four drinks in his hands. He sits one on the desk in front of you and you smile up at him. He smiles back. In the back of his mind, he wonders if it's too soon to pat the top of your head. Next is Minjeong, who's sitting in the front alone. He exhales through pursed lips as he makes his way down.

All of the students funneling into the lecture hall hide the fact that Sungchan is approaching until he's right in front of Minjeong. Her eyes are wide as he sets the can down with a huff. "Good luck today." He mumbles before looking away.

"Thank you! This was really sweet." Minjeong's attempt at a sweet tone falters as the uncomfortable air continues to loom over the both of them. No matter how much they try to ignore it, it's like there's a big blinking sign screaming 'Minjeong did something horrible'. She clears her throat.

"This is going to probably be the last time we'll speak so, congratulations on graduating. I hope you lead a fruitful life." Minjeong struggles to keep her expression from souring at the thought of never speaking to him again.

"I doubt it. There's a lot of time before then and now. Anything could happen." Sungchan shrugs. The reassurance was minuscule, but it was enough for hope to fill her chest.

"Right. Anything could happen."

Watching them across the room was heartwarming. It was actually happening. They were talking. The fact that this might be because of you felt fulfilling. You remember the letter stating something about you being significant in other people's lives. It felt far-fetched. Like desperate lies to make you feel good. Now you can see some of the truth in it.

You couldn't wait for Sungchan to walk through the doors of the studio. It was no use hiding your excitement. The longer it took for him to come, the harder it'd be for you to stop yourself from hugging him. There was a moment where you faltered. Sungchan and Minjeong were standing together after the presentation and someone commented on how good they'd look as a couple.

If they decide to reconcile completely and date again, maybe they'd heal their heartache sooner. It's for the best. You had no right to be upset.

Sungchan walks in with his head drooping. When he lifted it slightly, thinking about greeting you but deciding against it, you notice the uneasy look on his face.

"I'm so proud of you!- Wait, what's wrong." You rush up to him, dropping your outstretched arms once you notice. "Today was such a great day, you properly talked to Minjeong and the presentation went well. Don't you feel good about it?" You grab his arms as he looks down at you.

"I do. I feel really good. I talked to her more after her last class, things are progressing really quickly." He looks like he's holding something back. Was he about to tell you that they were dating?

"When she smiled at me, it reminded me of the first time I saw her. I always loved her smile, it could instantly improve my day. In my mind, I imagined her smiling at me after we made up and me falling for her again." He explained quietly, oblivious to the knife he was jamming into your chest. You force a smile, nodding for him to continue. You blink rapidly when his hands caress your neck and face.

"I felt nothing. No, that's not true. I couldn't stop thinking about you." He pressed his forehead against your, noses bumping into each other. There it was again, that intoxicating feeling you got when he was this close. You needed to pull away so you could think. There was a chance Minjeong's feelings for him reignited. "I want to kiss you really bad, and I have for months now." His lips brush against yours and you feel your body temperature rise. "I don't know if it's too soon for me to admit that."

Your eyes flutter closed. How were you feeling? Besides the obvious arousal, you felt a tinge of guilt. The runner-up was a prominent urge to be selfish. Was it wrong? Probably, but you stopped apologizing for your emotions months ago.

"Fuck it, kiss me."

A wave of emotions washed over you as Sungchan's lips crashed into yours. The kiss was different from the first night you had each other. This one was slower and needier. Using every millisecond you were pressed together to savor each other. Hands threading through each other's hair had he walked you toward the nearest table. He swiftly lifts you to sit atop the desk and you hiss as the cool, black material presses against your hot skin. Your lips meld together like hot wax. Every time you hold off on touching him, it makes the next time you do ever more ravenous. He licks your bottom lip, requesting access. You gladly invite his tongue in and get to work massaging yours against his.

His cool hands push your shirt up, disconnecting to pull it over your head. The garment is promptly discarded before his lips are pursuing yours again. His large hands gather the flesh guarded by your bra into a firm squeeze. He swallows your impending moans, the sweet noises pulling noises from his own throat.

When he pulls away, you notice the hint of guilt on his face. That must be the reason he was mopey earlier. It doesn't deter him just like it doesn't deter you. No matter how much you both don't want to hurt Minjeong, all you could focus on was how much you needed each other. Nothing else mattered whenever his soft lips melted against yours.

All your worries slowly faded away with each article of clothing that was plucked from your bodies.

"I want to properly experience your body this time." He breathes against your lips before pressing a kiss to your jaw. His lips were sloppy, almost lazy in the way they trailed down to the valley between your breasts. Leaving wet and loose kisses anywhere skin was exposed. Your bra was the first undergarment to go as his hands slid up your waist, then around to your back. His lips never leave your skin, discarding the bra onto the floor with the rest of the clothes.

The kisses grow more eager as his lips explore your breast. Pressing them to the underside of your breast. Darting his tongue out to skim across the soft skin. Sucking and biting whenever he wanted to hear you moan and whimper. He comes across one of your nipples and happily wraps his lips around it. Through his lashes, he watches you drowsily.

Sungchan being the perfect man wasn't even an observation worth making. It was just a fact that everyone understood as soon as they saw him. Towering over everyone else while looking like he was ripped out of the pages of a manga. A living, breathing angel sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the mere mortals. It was almost annoying.

Having someone this beautiful crouched in front of you with his mouth wrapped around your nipple as he stared into your eyes makes every sensation more palpable. You lay your hands flat on the tabletop, leaning backward to enjoy the view. His hair falls into his face his head twists to stimulate the bud with his tongue. The scene was so captivating that you wanted to paint it and hang it on your wall.

The way he delivers quick flicks to one nipple with his tongue while pinching the other has you kicking your head back. Soft and short whimpers trickle from your lips as your core ignites. Every touch and noise coming from him makes you more desperate to be fucked. God, just thinking about how he drilled into you the last time you had him has you salivating.

"Mm... mouth feels so good... need more," You drawl, running your tongue over your dry lips. His fingers hook underneath your panties. You lift your hips up to aid him. His lips continue their journey down your body until he was kissing and licking at your thighs. Growing closer and closer to where you ached for him. You buck your hips up, hoping he'd get the memo. He notices, but ignores you. Nothing was quite as important to him as watching you whine and scrunch your face up when he teased you. It was too bad he missed out on this last time.

The heat as he got closer to your core drew him in. The closer he got, the more he could smell your arousal. He grabs your knees and spreads your legs. The sight of your glistening folds makes him fully drop to his knees. His lips brush against your vagina, reveling in the way your legs jerk inward, threatening to close around him. The thought of having the pillowy flesh surrounding his head didn't seem half bad.

He continued his tried and true formula, kissing and licking until you were a whining mess. "Please..." You mewl, grabbing a fistful of his hair. His nose nudges against your clit as you push him into you. The friction on the sensitive nub makes your legs snap closed. He hums, vibration sending shockwaves through your body. Your legs clamped around him and your pathetic sounds are enough incentive for him to start giving you what you need. Firm and deliberate licks that finally give you proper pleasure. You thank him quietly and grind into his tongue.

You brush his hair out his face before tightening your grip on the strands again. His eyes roll back at the slight stinging sensation it leaves him with. If you thought his mouth on your breasts was hot, this was just heavenly. Despite how lewd it was, him gazing at you while his tongue flicks your hardened clit, he still looked like an angel. "You're so, so pretty." You mumble, jaw going slack after you speak. He reacts with a salacious moan. His saliva and your arousal drip from your crotch onto the table. You can't see, but you'd imagine his chin was glistening right about now.

Sloppy sounds fill the air, making your cheeks hot. His eager groans and the sound of his wet muscle massaging your clit were deliciously obscene. A few minutes in and you're already lurching against his face, warning about your incoming climax. "S-so close baby. Don't stop." You chant in a hushed voice again and again for him not to stop. He listens, carrying you through your first climax with long firm licks over the entirety of your slit. You shiver, pulling his head off of you before he can overstimulate.

With the release of his hair, he's rising to his feet. The sight of him wiping his mouth off with his forearm halts your breathing. He grips your thighs hard, digging his fingers into them. "You're so perfect." He whispers before pecking the top of your head. He uses his grip to pull you to the very edge of the desk. With a tug over his hips, his boxers fall to the ground. He wraps his arms around your waist and you lean into him. His tip prods at your pussy and you clench your eyes shut.

His cock is hot, turning an angry red from all the blood rushing to it. He wraps his arms tighter around you which makes his head push further into your folds. With a pleading groan, you graze your nails down his back. Moving lower until they meet his ass and you give it a firm push. His dick sinks into your wet, swollen folds. Pushing into your tight entrance and slowly opening you up.

Needy noises fill the room as you desperately cling to one another. He was drowning in your juices. It was hard to hold out with how amazing it felt to slide in and out of your wet, plush walls. "Fuck, you're so wet." He pants between grunts, entranced by the way his cock disappears inside you.

"Only for you."

He looks up at you and you press your tongue against his jaw. Licking a stripe up to his cheek and it drives him wild. He hungrily devours your lips. Tongues lapping against the other and teeth nipping soft lips. The force of his hips slamming against yours makes your legs weak. Sounds of slapping skin filling your ears and making you more turned on.

Grabbing a fist full of your hair, he tugs your head back. You whimper as he takes control of the kiss. His dick drags in and out of your puckered hole. You're milking him for all he's worth and he's fucking you hard into the table. Both getting exactly what you need in that moment. He shoves his hips hard against you, forcing your legs even wider. "Just for me?" He asks, fire in his eyes.

"Only for you." You confirm, wrapping your arms around his neck. He eagerly accepts your lips again. Sucking on your bottom lip harshly. Despite how desperate you were to get each other off last time, he still wasn't this rough. It was hotter than you expected it to be. You arch your back into him, breasts smushed between the two of you. "Give it to me," You plead, moaning helplessly as he thrusts into you with punishing force.

Filthy, intense pursuits to taste each other's mouth fade to tender pecks as you both grow close. He lifts you off the table, squeezing your ass as he fucks you on his cock. "Yes baby, fuck- you feel so good," He groans. Every sound turns whinier as he fucks you deep, "I'm so fucking close." He breaths. His lips brush against the column of your neck.

"Me too," You moan out."

The speed of your hips pushing together has your vision going out. Head falling backward as swears pour from your lips. Your legs wrap around his waist tight, pressing your heels into his hips to push him deeper. The action seemingly pushes Sungchan over the edge as his moans reach a volume you've never heard before. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder, needy noises so sweet as they enter your ears. Hearing him like this has your legs going limp. He holds you tight as you convulse. Your hands clench his brown locks as you clench his dick like a vice. As he pulls out, fluids drip onto the floor of the studio.

"Oh, fuck." You say in reaction to what just transpired and the mess you'd have to clean up.

"So filthy..." He chuckles and you whip your head toward him, cheeks hot. "What? It's the truth."

"Ugh..." You bury your head in the crook of his neck and he continues to laugh. He hugs you tighter as he settles into one of the chairs. The two of you sit there for a moment, enjoying the embrace.

"Now this? This is amazing. You should be proud of yourself." Professor Kwon nods, pleased with your finished sculpture. "Did you finally get it together because of this one?" She points toward the man smirking at you on the other side of the room.

"If anything he was the one distracting me." You say narrowing your eyes at him,

"Mrs. Kwon, that's just not true. Her sculpture wouldn't have a head if it weren't for me." He sighs, shaking his head.

"Do you still want yours?" You raise your sculpting knife and he guards his neck. Professor Kwon looks between the two of you disapprovingly.

"Children, I swear. Good job, ___. I'm seriously impressed." Her pleased tone was dampened by her displeasure with your antics. The compliment was still appreciated.

"Thank you, Professor Kwon."

She loved your piece, so why were you still so nervous to show it off at the festival? If anyone's input was valuable it was her. Still, you wrung your hands together as each person walked up to your piece. "Hey," Sungchan rests his hand on your shoulder. You knew he could tell how stressed you were.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Was a bald-faced lie, but you said it anyway, ignoring the enormous lump in your throat.

"I don't mind worrying about you, though."

You glance up at his light-hearted smile. He looked dashing in his white button-up. He could make anything look like a designer suit. His brown locks hung forward as he looked down at you. You couldn't help but look away.

"Okay," You give in, giggling as he squeezed your side.

He continued to comfort you every day of the festival, pointing out every amazed reaction to your art. Each day you longed for him more, heart clenching at the mere thought of his attentiveness.

The last day arrived, and Yeri approached you with her arms full.

"Woah... do I really need this many?" You pick up one of the many lanyards. They're teal with your school name printed all over the fabric. Clipped to the end was a card with the same heart design from the wax seal.

"I-I know, I wasn't sure how many to make so I just said fuck it." She stammers, worry tugging at her features. "Anyway, you know what to do, right? Just put the lanyard on who you chose for the new friend group." Her eyes dance around the decorations and booths of the festival. You collect all the lanyards from her.

"Why are you so nervous?" You take one and stuff the rest in the pit of your elbow. She blinks rapidly and leans her head down as you raise it toward her. All of her worries melt away as the fabric settles around her neck.

"I don't know... I just thought maybe I wasn't taking it seriously enough-"

"Leave the sappy stuff to Sana. You making me laugh is more than enough." You pat her shoulder. She makes a frustrated noise.

"I know you just said to leave it to Sana but I'm gonna hug you now." She engulfs you in a soft hug, resting her chin on your shoulder. "Thank you." She says next to your ear.

Next you found Sana, immediately lowering the lanyard over her head as well. You hand her another one. "Give this to Moonbin if you see him." You smile as she pulls you into a famous Sana hug. One where your bones can be heard cracking from a mile away. To your surprise, you ended up handing out eight. But you still weren't done. You stuff the rest of the lanyards in your bag with two clenched in your fist.

You wander through the festival, watching as the sun sets. When you see Minjeong sitting alone in front of one of the food stalls you approach her. She looked sad, forcing a smile when she noticed you approaching. Her eyes land on the lanyards in your hand.

"It's this thing me and the girls are doing."

"Yeah, I know. Sana told me a while back." She nods with a hefty exhale.

"Really? Why didn't you say anything?"

"I appreciate her worrying about me, but I don't really think I have the right to fight for you to forgive me. Besides, I already put you through enough, making you help me with Hyunsuk..." She picks at her food, her smile fading. The feeling of fabric dropping on her shoulder makes her jump. When she looks up she's met with your warm smile.

"Working with you on the group project made me realize that we can both benefit from being in each other's lives."

Minjeong chuckles, wiping away a tear that slips from her eyes.

"And you have to worry about annoying me or anything. I'm ready to stick with you for as long as you need to get over Hyunsuk."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that anymore." She laughs bitterly. You give her a puzzled look and she continues. "He was giving a tour to upcoming freshmen and met Sullyoon. According to Yuto, he referred to her as a fairy come to life. Even after he broke up with me, they still stuck by his side." Minjeong rested her face in her hands. "I don't know why I'm venting about this to you. I bet you're thinking I got a taste of my own medicine."

"Not at all. I'm just excited to introduce you to the new friend group." You grab the card strapped to the lanyard. "Here's to starting over." You flash her a smile that she reciprocates.

There was just one more person left. He was exactly where you knew he'd be, inside the building where the sculptures are on display. Excitement graces his perfect features when he sees you. "I was waiting for you." He waits until you're close enough to drape his arms over your shoulder.

"Really? Why?" You quirk your head to the side.

"To do this..." He lowers his face closer to yours, lips brushing over yours before they meld together. When he pulls away, you take the opportunity to squeeze your arms between the two of you and swing the lanyard over his head. Bewildered, he steps away and looks at the card hanging from his neck. "What's this?" He chuckles as he examines the heart.

You watch him, no sign of troubles weighing him down. Carefree as he smiles at you. It felt good knowing that you had a hand in it, even if it was the tiniest impact. You knew there'd be more hardships to come, but they didn't seem so daunting anymore. Not while you had each other. It motivated you to protect your own well-being so you could efficiently protect the poeple you care about.

"A promise."

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