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#even though they are messy and I take extra time cleaning up
improbable-outset · 6 months
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📂 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭.𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞
𝐀/𝐍: So I got bored at work and done this. Some of these head cannons might contradict to the current fics I’ve written but who cares, this is fan FICTION. I did try to add both genitals here… but I’m used to writing fem reader when I write for Miguel so there’s heavy emphasis on AFAB reader.
𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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📄 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜
I see a lot of people writing him as very attentive and soft when it comes to stuff like aftercare which is totally okay. But I like to put a little bit of angst in my writing and personally, I think these tender moments won't come naturally from him. Not yet.
This man has a lot of baggage and is fully aware of it. He lost his daughter and is living a post-tragedy. It’ll take some time to get used to being emotionally vulnerable with someone again, including giving aftercare.
The first few times you did it together, he’s still clueless about how to take care of things. At most, he'll probably hand you his shirt to keep you warm and give you some wet wipes to clean yourself up. You’re going to have to be patient with him since he is a little rusty and trying to relearn these intimate gestures. If you communicate your needs, he’ll do his best to fulfill them.
Tell him you want to shower together and clean each other off, cuddle with him, tell him to stay with you because he makes you feel safe. Sooner than you might expect, he'll be all over you when it comes to you and being attentive to your needs and desires.
📄 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Miguel really loves his arms and how big they are. Pretty sure I can recall him carrying an anomaly with one hand before dashing it through the portal. I could be wrong… Of course he’ll take advantage of his strength and that means picking your up with ease whether it’s over his shoulders to spank you, or bridal style to bed if he’s feeling extra romantic.
I see him as a thigh guy when it comes to his partner. He just loves feeling your thighs, whether he’s kissing you passionately with you laid beneath him, or would grasp onto them while going down on you and feeling how your legs tense around him as you fall apart.
If you’re a woman, he will delve into your breasts the second you take your top off for him. Whether you're small or heavy chested, he’ll adore it all the same. Especially when you’re lactating…especially when you’re lactating. Be prepared for him to gently suck on them, maybe even leave some bite marks.
📄 𝐂𝐮𝐦.𝐝𝐨𝐜
A man with his size, he comes a lot, and that's just from one orgasm. That being said, you can imagine how intense it can be when you suck him off and he comes inside of your mouth. It can get messy, very messy, and he can fill your mouth faster than you can anticipate so be prepared.
He likes to watch his cum leaking from your hole after stuffing you with his load. It gives him a sense of pride knowing that he’s capable of doing that to you. He’ll even give you kisses and praise you for taking all of him so well in the end.
On occasion, he does like to spray his cum over your chest and stomach. Though he’d prefer to do it inside so it’s less of a mess to clean up after.
Also might I add, I saw someone had a head cannon that his cum comes out as cobwebs/has a cobweb texture. That might spark some inspiration for future fics… we’ll see.
📄 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜
I don’t know what it is, but I have a feeling he’d probably jerk off to you pre-relationship. He didn’t know at the time what made you so enticing that he pleasured himself while thinking of you. Maybe it was the way you moved, the way you carried yourself and how smooth you were with everything.
It makes him feel absolutely filthy even thinking back to it, that he allowed himself to think of you in that way. But after a while, he just couldn’t get his mind off of you and reluctantly, he found himself doing it again.
He’s never admitted it to you though and would probably take it to his grave. He doesn’t want to creep you out or think of him as a perv, even after doing it with you several times.
He secretly wants you to use a butt plug on him too or call him a good boy but his pride will never let him admit to it.
📄 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Given the fact that Miguel is canonically a cheater, I think it’s safe to say that he has had his fair share of experiences lmao.
I haven’t read the comics but I can see him as the type to fuck around in his late teen years since he was a little rebellious according to the wiki page and supposedly cocky in bed too.
Most of them were probably nothing serious anyways.
If you have no experience and he’s your first, he’ll be as slow and gentle as he can, constantly reassuring you that you’re doing well ect.
📄 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Missionary: The classic I’d call it. I think it is obvious that this is one of his favourite positions to do with you: he can see your face and most importantly eye contact. It’s easier to feel your body too, gripping onto your waist and maybe steal a quick kiss in between before he continues to fuck you senseless.
Mating press: Same reasons as doing missionary but he can push himself deeper inside of you with your legs resting on his shoulders with better leverage. He likes to see your legs go limp on his shoulders after he comes inside of you and pulls out.
Doggy style: He loves giving you back shots. What more is there to say? He loves the feeling of your ass against his crotch and he has easier access to your hair to tug from time to time.
Prone bone: Same as doggy style in addition to seeing you bury your face into the pillow to muffle your moans. It’s more comfortable laying down on the bed on both of your parts too.
Lotus: On occasions when the mood is more sensual and romantic than usual and he wants to feel more connected with you, he’d stick to the lotus position. He might just want to do it after a rough day, and feeling your embrace without being on top of you will definitely lift his mood.
📄 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜
You’re probably going to have to initiate anything remotely unserious during sex if I’m going to be honest. Just like the intimate gestures, it won’t come naturally to him.
Not saying that this man is stone cold, we’ve all seen how he smiled with his daughter and how she was smearing her ice cream on his face in the movie. I think he does have a funny bone deep in his body somewhere under the stoic demeanour. It’ll only take the right person to bring it out. And bear in mind, he doesn’t trust openly.
Maybe chuckling softly before he dips himself to kiss your neck and hearing you whine for more. He might throw a lighthearted witty remark to throw you off. Your reaction amuses him. A lot. Shock, what has he done to you? Definitely see him as a tease but we’ll get to that in a bit.
📄 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫.𝐝𝐨𝐜
He chooses to keep himself trimmed but with his heroic duties and leading the Spider Society, it’s hard to keep up with his shaving routine
Though, you did mention how you liked his hair brush against your ass when he’s fucking you from behind, so there’s that…
📄 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Something that will take time as mentioned earlier. After the loss of his daughter and monitoring the multiverse, he’s had a hard time emotionally connecting with people. Most of the time it’s cause of him shutting everyone out.
Once his emotional barriers have cleared with you, he’ll become more open with his affection especially in bed. He’ll praise you and mumble a few ‘te amo mucho’ while kissing you everywhere and learning every crevice of your body.
📄 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟𝐟.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Not as often now that he has you other than watching tapes of you. We’ll get to that in a bit.
But even before you got together, he never had the time to pleasure himself.
Whenever he does come around to do it, it’ll be from the stress and pressure he faces everyday. But he hates the mess he’ll have to clean up after, and there is a lot of mess.
📄 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Breeding kink: I think the majority of Miguel fans agree that he has a breeding kink. Whether you can carry a child or not, he will stuff you as he climaxes. If you do get knocked up and you start to show, he’ll be all over you, reliving the moment of the baby’s conception again and again while kissing all over your swollen stomach. Yes, he misses his fatherhood days and wants to try again with you.
Lactation kink: Just as we discussed earlier, he loves seeing you lactate. It’s one of the things he admires about how your body changes as you carry and grow his child. Catch him suckling on your breast midway as he kisses all over your body.
Bondage (with his webbing): It comes to no surprise that Miguel will use his enhanced abilities and powers to his advantage in bed. That being said, he will use his webbing to limit your ability to move. He might start off with webbing your hands together or maybe tying both wrists to the bedpost, depending on where you do it. It’s amusing to him watching you squirm from his touches while being tied up.
Sensory deprivation: According to cannon, he has enhanced vision and can see in complete darkness, since he doesn’t have Spider Senses, and he will be using that in bed with you. Maybe when you least expect it. He likes fucking you in the dark and watching your reaction while you, on the other hand, lay still in anticipation and react to his different touches. This also might awaken his interest in fear play with you but he won’t discuss that with you unless you're 100% comfortable.
📄 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Your shared bedroom is his safe place where he can let loose and lose himself in his desires with you.
He likes doing it in the kitchen. He doesn’t know why it excites him, but seeing you in the middle of either cleaning or cooking and watching how your hips sway with each movement, he can’t help but grab your waist and pull you closer so you can feel his hard on from behind.
On occasions when it is just the two of you in HQ, he’ll probably sneak in a quick fuck with you before a anyone comes in after their mission task and report to him, and he’ll act like nothing just happened between the two of you.
📄 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.𝐝𝐨𝐜
One of Miguel’s main motivations is watching you play with Mayday or just handling babies in general. It instantly kicks the breeding kink and baby fever on overdrive and he will take you to bed the minute you arrive home.
Another motivation, as mentioned earlier, is watching the way your body sways gracefully as you complete your domestic tasks. It’s even more enticing when you’re completely oblivious to how sensual you are in his eyes. You’ll be the death of him and you don’t even know it.
📄 𝐍𝐎.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Being called ‘master’ in bed. Though he does like being in control and taking the lead, being called that, especially by his romantic partner, is uncomfortable for him. Having said that, he wouldn’t mind being called ‘sir’ from time to time, especially if you were to use that sultry voice on him. It makes him weak in the knees everytime.
Collars and leashes are a big no too, it hurts his pride being used on him, and seeing it on his partner is…unsettling.
He refrains from using his venom on you too. It was you who initiated the idea but he refused. Physically, the furthest he’ll go is tying you up.
He tries to avoid shower sex, but if you coax him and rile him up enough, he might give in. Just try not to over do it otherwise he’ll stop doing it all together.
📄 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Miguel is fully aware how big he is so he wouldn’t expect his you to suck him off if you can’t handle it. But when you do, he’ll be driven up the walls. He loves watching his cock disappear inch by inch and fully engulfed into your pretty mouth.
He watches how your perky lips wrap around his length before you start moving. He’d have to hold back, using every fibre in effort to not grab your hair and start fucking your throat straight. The last thing he wants is for you to gag or chock midway.
He loves giving it to you though. He can’t get enough of how your legs enclose around him as he delves into your sex. He finds it amusing how you would buck your hips up for more friction especially when you whine for more, only for him to grip your sides and hold you down.
📄 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Depending on the mood. He’ll be slow and sensual if you want to take your time especially after a long, rough day at HQ and all he wants to do is unwind and make love with you and just pour all of his affection and appreciation in one night.
If you’ve teased him, giving him hints and the ‘fuck me’ eyes throughout the whole day, be prepared because he will not hold back. Since he does have a high stamina, not just in combat but in bed, he’ll rut for hours— and in different positions too.
I mean, you brought this upon yourself so you have to deal with the consequences. Should’ve seen it coming querida, hm?
Sometimes there’s room for both if you have more time together.
📄 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Definitely would want quick fucks in the morning before he starts his day, especially knowing that the fate of the whole multiverse is dependent on him as he always says to you.
He will be away from you the whole day and expect to be under a lot of pressure and withhold that responsibility, so a quick release inside of you will boost his morning before he has to get out of bed.
📄 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤.𝐝𝐨𝐜
He’s usually pretty sensible when it comes to having sex in a private space like your bedroom but for some reason, being with you awoken something in him. Maybe it was the way you were a tease.
He never thought he’d be fucking you in the middle of the day while on duty. He reluctantly let you suck him off while he was overseeing the multiverse once. He was stressing out and you insisted on assisting him relief some of that pent up frustration.
📄 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚.𝐝𝐨𝐜
I don’t think I need to go into full detail here. We all know this man has superhuman stamina. His body releases less fatigue toxins than an ordinary human so he will use that in bed with you.
If you don’t have the same level of energy as him, he wouldn’t mind either taking a break or stopping all together. He’s aware that his high stamina is because of his DNA that not everyone can keep up with.
📄 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Other than the butt plug I mentioned earlier, Miguel doesn’t seem to see the use in toys. He’d rather do the work with his hands and his dick. Furthermore, he can always use his powers and enhanced abilities in bed too.
He does use a vibrator with you from time to time just to edge you a little.
📄 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫.𝐝𝐨𝐜
In time, when Miguel gets in the swing of things he will tease you, especially knowing how bad you want him (and vice versa). Whether it’s hearing you beg him to touch you or to reach your orgasm, Miguel will tease you when he’s in the right mood for it (or when you’re being punished).
Orgasm denial will happen often so don’t think he’ll let you come that easily. He secretly wants you to do the same to him too but, again, his pride will never let him admit to it. Give it time. Trust me.
It’s been a while since he had a connection like this with anyone and having someone want him this much will do things to him.
If he is planning on getting you knocked up, all the teasing goes out the window. He will please you all he can and prepare you before he spills his seeds in you, in hopes of you getting pregnant.
📄 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞.𝐝𝐨𝐜
I can’t imagine him being the type to be loud in bed but I can definitely see him being vocal, especially when it comes to praising you or coaxing you to come. Sometimes you just can’t control your mouth in the spur of the moment.
He might groan and grunt from time to time when he’s focusing on reaching his climax or when he’s trying to hold back.
And those who want to hear him whimper….maybe try and top him and see how that’ll end up.
📄 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Been waiting to get to this! He gets off watching holograms sex tapes of you either pleasing yourself or squirting/ejaculating.
He’s able to watch from every angle and will rewatch it again and again until he’s finally alone with you and can see you come in person from his touches.
📄 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲.𝐝𝐨𝐜
We’ve all seen the fandom talking about Miguel fingers being 11 inches. Someone said that his hand is bigger than an A4 piece of paper (Don’t take my word for it lmao)
So it’ll only make sense if he’s dick is big too, same size as his fingers I’d say, maybe an inch or two smaller, because holy fuck he’d split you in half with just his dick!
Pretty girthy too so he’ll rub on every crevice of your silky walls, giving the best friction.
📄 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.𝐝𝐨𝐜
It makes sense that Miguel has a high sex drive especially with his pent up stress. He would take it out on you in bed after a long day and grin as you beg for more.
He wouldn’t initiate anything for a while until he’s properly settled with you and once he’s comfortable enough, he’ll pull you towards him in the most unexpected moments.
📄 𝐙𝐳𝐳.𝐝𝐨𝐜
Miguel’s suffering from insomnia is one of my head cannons, so don’t expect him to drift off immediately after sex anytime soon. He battles haunting nightmares of the multiverse collapsing one day and sometimes his brain replays the image of his daughter fading away in his arms over and over again.
But eventually they do begin to relent. Listening to your steady breathing as you sleep, nestling in his arms or on his chest really helps calm his nerves.
Cum.doc please 😭
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satorudoll · 8 months
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☆ HE'S MINE ALL MINE —
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#part 2!
: ̗̀➛┊! please read pt.1 before starting this, or it will seem like a block of nonsense !┊
☆ nerd + secret boyfriend!gojo x popular!fem reader
content: MDNI! explicit content, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, cunnilingus
word count : 7.5k
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You stare at your reflection in the dressing table mirror, messed mascara that had run down and dried on your once pink cheeks, your eyes blank and shoulders slumped as you sat still on your vanity table as deftones continued to beat through your speaker,
but your ears were too numb to comprehend any passing sound right now.
"Are you seriously planning to not move from there!" Your elder sister barges into your room with annoyance, finding you sitting in your lacy tank top and grey shorts, face a mess, and your hair looking like you needed a seriously long shower.
"oh god you haven't done shit from the past two days- And- What on earth have you done to your room?!" She look arounds the small room made of pastel pink walls that had light scent of peony lingering over them, random black and white posters of artists and bands glued on those walls and your mess of a bed in middle of it all that had all your plushies and comic books lying around, leaving barely any space for a human body to rest, the lace curtains pulled over to block any ray of sunlight that could ruin your mood any further.
Your sister yelps while trying to make her way towards you as she almost trips over an empty can of coke that your forgot to dispose.
She manages to make it to you and stands besides your sitting figure before resting her hands on her hips and staring at you through your reflection as well.
"are you taking drugs?" she murmured.
"No!" that causes you to immediately snap your head towards her with big eyes.
She cocks a brow at you,
"Geez chill, clean you damn room up and come down to eat!"
She turns away and starts making her way back, pausing and picking up the pile of your bras from the floor, shaking her head and throwing them up your already messy bed before leaving your room.
"fuck.." you whine as you scratch your head and finally standing up from there, but you just end up pulling your phone from the nightstand and jumping to lay on your bed not caring about the kuromi plushies that were being squished under your weight.
Your mind takes you back to the evening from two days ago.
You walked up to Gojo and Utahime, interrupting whatever convo they were having.
You quietly walk up to them and Gojo notices you first while Utahime was telling him something,
Utahime turns her head noticing your presence,
then she turns to look back up at Gojo,
She raises a brow looking between you both
"Y/n? something wrong?" She asks,
She didn't think you were here for Gojo, She knew who you were though, the whole school knew the party animal ofc. But she had no idea you would have anything to do with the class nerd.
You quietly stare back at her,
what are you supposed to say? Should you just say you were here for your boyfriend? But what if Gojo gets annoyed because he was meaning to end it with you?
As hundreds of answers ran through your head and your mind was trying to choose the best answer, Satoru spoke up instead.
"She needs to borrow some of my extra notes. Exams are coming so its going to be necessary." Satoru speaks up, Utahime makes a face and looks at you,
"Ask me next time instead, I make better notes than him," She assured you causing Satoru to knit his brows at her
"Leave already" He says making her shrug and walk away.
She walks past you, leaving the both of you alone in the silent halls as the sounds of her footsteps fades farther away and the palms of your hand grow clammy again.
"You alright?"
Your head snaps up when Satoru's calm voice reaches your eardrums. The voice that has grown so much on you.
You turn towards him and fold your arms, looking down at your pumps as you mutter,
"where were you? you missed the class.."
He notices you looking agitated and responds in an assuring tone,
"I was assigned some work so it too way longer than i thought. Its fine there wasnt any issue"
Something about that annoys you,
maybe because you spent the entire 45 minutes fighting your the anxiety in your head, thinking that he was gonna break it off with you.
"Well you need the notes, i-" You shove your hand in your bag to pull out the notes you wrote, but he speaks up,
"Oh, don't worry about that. Utahime showed me the ones she wrote, i took the pics."
That makes you come to a full stop, as your brows knit together,
Your face snaps up at him,
He was staring back at you looking confused after noting the annoyed expression you had on.
"Don't worry i'll send them to you too along with the previous-"
You cut him off with a loud,
"Oh fuck this! i don't need any notes, fuck this shit!" You turn on your heels and stormed off.
This time Satoru definitely got the hint that something was wrong.
"Y/n!" He calls out for you with a growing frown and an even deeper growing confused expression on his face as he starts walking fast to catch up with you,
He didn't have any problem catching up with you thanks to his long legs.
He grabs you by the arms from behind and forces you to stop.
You tried pushing him, so he ended up pushing you instead against the wall, caging you between his arms
"Ugh, let me go!" You yelp, you wanted to bite your tongue down, you were feeling like your emotions were all over the place and you wanted to run away as far as possible before you mutter something wrong in this state that you might regret later.
"Calm down." Satoru gently voices while you try to wiggle out of his arms looking like a restless mad child.
"Y/n, calm down." He says again but in a much harsher tone causing you to finally stop at this point.
But you still didn't wanna look up at him.
He doesn't forces you to look up either, instead,
"Tell me, what's wrong?" he softly asks making you wanna further beat yourself for being the dramatic person that you are.
"I wanna go home." was your answer.
He blinks a couple of times,
"are you not well?" He asks, earning a shake of your head.
He finally sighs,
"Do you not feel comfortable telling me? We can go to the pharmacy and get you something if you aren't well right now. You should get something before it gets worst."
Your eyes get glossy by every passing second of you staring at the floor,
maybe it was a small thing, maybe whatever Satoru does for you is no big deal to some, maybe it is the bare minimum.
But you were someone who have never been lucky enough to get even that. So maybe that's why whatever Satoru did for you felt like a big deal.
And once again your head was filled with the big question mark of,
'What am i gonna do if he leaves me?'
Before Satoru could pull you out of your thoughts you finally shove his chest,
"I'm annoyed!" You were finally staring right at him,
His puzzled look was trying so hard to study you,
"Then tell me what's annoying you Y/N!" He finally was growing annoyed but still trying to keep his composure for you.
"You barely look at me when we are at school! You don't even try to lift your head from those damn books of yours to turn around and look at me! I feel like a fucking wall! I can chatter like a parrot all day as we sit and I barely manage to get a word or two out from you! It doesn't feel good Satoru!" You rant, a tear finally slipping out of your eyes.
Satoru watches with wide eyes and knitted brow but tries to move his hand up to wipe your cheek when he sees your tear run down,
"Don't touch me right now!" You yell and push his hand away,
He sighs and looks down for a second before lifting his head back up,
"Why are you suddenly so mad.. I told you, we have plenty of time to talk outside school-"
"Why??" you cut him off, your brows knitting as you bring your face closer to him.
"Are you embarrassed of being seen with me here !?" You finally speak out.
"What?? Of cour-"
You cut him off yet again,
"Hell, we don't even talk that much outside school either.. We don't do shit aside from fuck every now and than and stroll somewhere nearby when you feel like it."
You felt like the stop button of your mouth broke for good because at this point you were letting out everything that's coming in your mind straight out of your mouth
"Am I here to blow your steam?? Couldn't you find a nicer cunt than mine therefore you agreed to my childish proposal of going out so you couldn't give a fuck more than that because I'm just a dog barking as usual and following you around !? Can you try to make some sacrifices! Just tell me you don't want me around if I'm that annoying stop walking and treating me like a dog! Stop being so high on your pedestal, you might think so but I really am not a slut throwing myself at every moving body!"
You are breathing heavily,
He is watching,
Your eyes burning and legs growing colder every passing second, head filled with screams of regrets and embarrassment. You surely didn't mean to deliver the message that way, Sure you had a lot of problems to discuss with him but conveying your message this was was not on the plan.
Your vision gets blurry as you notice how his crystal eyes were surprisingly turning a darker hue of blue. Almost as if he looked thrown away, and so..
hurt.
oh god, you hurt him.
You both didn't move for a good minute or two.
Just staring at eachothers eyes,
one pair that was glossy while the other getting gloomier.
You still couldnt make up what was actually going in his genius brain but then he breaks the eye contact, pulling his backpack up on his shoulders he turns away from you and starts walking away without a word.
The way he walked away from anyone else.
You stand there frozen, not really thinking he would just blatantly walk away. He never walked away from you. Even when you first started sitting with him and being annoying.
Your stomach churned and heart throbbed in pain, you rather him cuss you out for being such a petty brat than not even bother saying a word to you.
Praying in your head he stop and turns back to take you with him,
Your eyes stayed glue at the hallway wall as you heard his footsteps eventually just fade away.
back to the present day,
you stared at your phone screen.
Staring at Satoru's name on the contact list, which was all the way down the bottom now being supported by no new notifications, your and his chatroom was shoved down by all the other random people who texted you.
He hasn't texted you anything for two days,
You were too afraid to even press his name on the contact list.
The silence he replied to you with from two days ago before the weekends started still booming and clawing at the walls of your head.
As you kept your eyes glued on Satoru and your messages a notification pops up.
Shoko:
"haven't seen you all weekend, just checking up on you"
You tiredly reply a "im good"
your message is instantly read and answered,
Shoko:
"its been so long y/n, the whole party misses you! I wont force you to go but there is a party at Geto's tonight"
You scrunch your nose remembering the pool party Choso was mentioning to you about in the hallways.
As soon as you were about to send a 'no',
you pause.
You'd be lying if you said that you didn't desperately needed to get your mind out off all the mess.
maybe you forgot the party animal you used to be when you got with Satoru. Maybe if you feel the thrill of it all over again you would realise how wrong you were, that Satoru really wasn't as addictive as you were thinking him to be.
and so,
you ended up agreeing to Shoko, making a mental note that you were heading there to prepare yourself for any sort of confrontation that Satoru and you might have in school tomorrow.
you were shaking your feet as you stared at the clock slowly striking 8:15,
sitting on your living room sofa ready in your lacy black mini dress and pink high platform heels. Hair done and spraying the most expensive perfume you could find in your closet. Just because you didn't attend a party in weeks doesn't mean you were gonna let go all your efforts of looking good.
But you were supposed to leave like fifteen minutes ago.
so why weren't you able to move?
Is it because its been so long?
"you haven't left yet?" your head turns to look at the raven haired woman in her pj shorts and random oversized shirt who was striding around the kitchen looking for something.
You shake your head noticing the notification from Shoko who was asking if you were going to be late.
"Is something going on?" You hear your sister's voice who stopped doing whatever she was doing and was standing next to you now.
"no.. im just.. second guessing"
you shrug
she furrows her brows, "you are really changing, that's a new. I haven't seen you be this way since ever."
you let her words sink in, and mutter,
"is that bad..?"
She nonchalantly shakes her head,
"i dont think so, you are about to go out and actually live a life in just few months anyways. you wont be in school anymore, me and mom wont be here 24/7 for you. i think its really good, like cmon, ive never seen you working on a fucking school assignment till 4am until a week ago. That's the time when you are out partying ignoring my calls of worries."
You remember the day she was talking about, your assignment was due that very day and Satoru didn't mind when you called him at 10 pm and he had to stay up all night that day to help you complete the assignment. You remember how tired his eyes looked the very next day, but he never complained. He said nothing even if it was your fault for keeping the work until last second.
You even got an A for that assignment, you've never gotten an A.
You were so excitedly tapping your foot on the floor that day when you received the grades, and it took everything in you to not hug Satoru in front of everyone right than and there. Satoru noticed that and let a small smile unconsciously slip past his lips as he continued taking his notes.
You remember screeching when the school got over and jumping on your boyfriend in the empty classroom,
and he held you without a word, he just smiled as he held you and you talked on and on about how happy you were.
and he just listened.
Your heart dully throbbing in pain when you recall the memories now,
You weren't mad at Satoru because he was a bad person,
but because being with him made you feel like a bad person.
You didn't want to accept that you might not deserve him and that somebody way better than you was out there for him.
You felt like it was better for you to just break up at this point than being together and hurting him from such a close distance.
"is it because of that boyfriend of yours?" your sister finally decides to bring it up
That causes your head to snap at her with big eyes
"what do you mean?"
"You didn't think nobody was going to notice that a random dude whose odd hair you can spot from miles away was dropping you everyday, did you?" she points,
"you are so stereotypical, cant normal friends walk eachother home??" you try to cover your secret anyway as you could,
"you both were literally making out for 10 minutes outside the entrance." She immidiately counter attacks on you.
That makes you shut up instantly.
"i never saw a guy drop you home, otherwise i wouldn't have even brought it up"
You sigh and bury your face in your hands. Your sister notices that and laughs,
"never thought you would be beating yourself over a nerdy guy like that out of all the guys I've seen you with."
you admit, "I didn't either."
"maybe that's good, you just have to try something different if the old ones don't work out. You have to step out from your comfort zone to find the things meant for you."
you wish it was that easy for you both who were in the opposite sides of the poles from each other to actually work out.
She walks away back to the kitchen but not before saying,
"and don't even think of staying back tonight, I'm kicking you out, my boyfriend will be here any minute and we agreed to let me have the house to myself."
and that's how you found yourself standing in front of another one of those big villas, you can hear the booming music and screams from where you stood.
Heaving a big sigh of frustration you twist and crack your hands and neck ready to not go back home anytime soon.
Trying to hold your big smile up you storm into the party, letting your hair flow through the cold winds of the night, not minding that you were wearing a sleeveless dress right now since you'd be covered in sweat from being in the middle of the roaring crowd in no time anyways.
You turn your head around every now and than to greet and wave back to the people who noticed and called for you,
some random people who you don't even remember running up to you and wrapping their arms around your shoulders.
The past you wouldn't have minded it and would've went along with the flow, but you wanted to shove the people aside right now.
However you refrain yourself from doing so, you didn't want to be a "bummer" like those people whom you used to refer to as 'party poppers' in the past.
You laugh along, acting fine and letting those people chattering around you guide you inside the house.
The surroundings around you slowly fades away to darkness, people's presence being illuminated by the several bright colors of spotlight that maniacally ran across the room. Your heartbeat growing louder from how hard the music was was beating through the air.
The huge villa was covered in tall white walls and windows, pine trees scattered around the big garden where you could see the big pool filled with floats of every shape glowing. You swore you saw a float shaped like a dick.
"Y/nnn, thank gawdd!" You see Shoko approach you in her bright red mini leather dress and high knee boots
"I thought you were gonna ditch me againnn" she whines, her eyes in the brink of shutting, You could smell the strong scent of alcohol everytime she tried muttering another word to you. You just arrived here and she was already out of it.
You decided that you were gonna let yourself loose and have so much fun tonight as well.
You weren't having an ounce of fun, the only thing you laughed at ever since you came here was when Shoko told you that she was so out of it that she thought Geto was her pet Doberman and tried kissing him as he started screaming and tried shaking her awake but she ended up throwing up all over him so he had left to change,
so now here she was, with you, trying to make you seem like a busy person in the party.
You were turning down anybody who came up to you and tried dragging you onto the dance floor, instead of loosing yourself tonight the music irritated your veins.
Shoko continued to slur some more of her 'fun' encounters that she had in the party during your absence while you nodded and your eyes continued lingering around the other moving bodies.
But your eyes suddenly halted its movements when you noticed the soothing color of night snow in midst of the crowd.
Your eyes got bigger,
the tall figure had his back faced, talking to some other people that you couldn't make out who due to how dark that side of the room was.
There was no way he was here.
How the fuck would he be here, he literally turned down all the parties you invited him to up until now and you always ended up ditching them along with him.
Why the hell would he suddenly be in one.
You were forcing yourself to look away when you noticed that the figure was about to turn around,
but its like someone had locked your gaze towards that direction, you weren't able to look away.
He turns around completely,
and your eyes caught his,
suddenly the loud booming of the music became dull in your ears and your vision became a bit more clearer, because you have no idea if you were biased, but he was standing out amongst the whole sea of people who filled this big space.
It was prolly the snowy white locks of his hair,
or his crystal blue eyes,
or the fact that he wasn't dressed anything like the Satoru you've been seeing this whole time.
Your boyfriend who was standing and staring back at you from the other end of the room wore a pair of loose black jeans, matched with a big leather jacket (you couldn't make out if the jacket was big or his frame was actually that buff, you would have no problem believing the later one), both the black fits contrasted by the oversized white jacket he wore underneath, and a small silver chain trailed around his neck.
He looked nothing like the nerd you saw everyday in school, or the guy in random sweats outside school, he looked more like the guy he showed you when you both were alone.
his white hair a bit parted and his glasses missing.
Any other day you would have stormed up to him to hide him because it felt illegal for him to be standing out in front of the whole world looking that fucking good.
But tonight your brows twitched, you grew annoyed at how you couldn't even walk up to him because what if he walked away from you like the other day, but this time in front of the whole crowd?? you were so fucking sure people will start chattering and you will be nothing but a an awkward figure of embarrassment.
You couldn't read his eyes, you never could.
That was just another reason that annoyed you,
what you did notice though was that he looked surprised to see you here, but definitely not as much as you were to see him.
You just forced your gaze to rip away from him and turn to face Shoko who was laughing at god knows what, she didn't even notice that you were focused on something other than her adventurous encounters. But you rather hear those than go near Satoru right now.
You grew way more awkward than when you came here since you knew now Satoru was here as well, you tried so hard to focus on Shoko's words but your heart wasn't letting you focus on any other presence in the room. It felt like you and Satoru were the only ones alone in this big room, no matter how loud it got.
You curse before turning your head to look at your side and quickly grabbing the cup of beer that was lying there since forever.
You chugged it down feeling the burning liquid prickle your throat but it was nothing compared to how much your chest was burning, tossing away the now empty cup you grab Shoko by the hand, and drag her away with you to leave the room because you doubt you will be able to otherwise focus on anything else other than the lingering gaze that was looming over you from across the room.
You took her all the way to the garden trying to not trip, you regretted wearing such high platform heels, they were way taller than what you would usually wear, but you just really didn't want them to be collecting dust. You gave up and wore them at the end with the mindset that if your ankles broke tonight then it was karma coming at you for being such an ass to your boyfriend, all the logical thinking had left your body in the last two days.
"What if i throw uph in the poolll" Shoko slurs as you shove her to lay down on the lawn chairs while you make your way to the pool,
"You aren't going to the pool, I am. And what you need, is sleep." You start unzipping your dress, stripping into your baby pink bikini.
You felt stares fall upon your figure but you didn't care since you weren't the only ones in so less clothing, literally half of the crowd here were in the verge of being fully naked.
Shoko whined but she shut up as soon as she started because her eyes gave out on her and now she had left to the wild dreamlands of her fever dreams.
you slowly stepped down the pool starring down at how it made your body glow.
You slowly swam around, at one point wondering if you should just drown here.
Shaking the thought away not wanting a whole case on Geto's hand you rose back up.
Taking a deep breathe as your pushed the wet locks of your hair back you didn't notice a figure approach you from the back.
You flinch and immediately turn to shove the person who suddenly wrapped their arms around your bare waist.
It was your last ex, of course.
The one who cheated on you, but you really didn't felt like crying that day because your short lived romance was anyways in the brink of fading into dust. But that didn't make him seem like a less of a jerk to you though.
You spent your good 10 minutes cussing him out and outing most of his dirty laundry in middle of the whole crowd of people watching your breakup unfold, just because you wanted to pull something funny and felt like he deserved it.
"I haven't seen you around in weeks" He speaks casually, leaning back against the half wall and slowly turning his gaze looking around for something interesting.
"you still stink, Naoya." You blatantly reply, shoving his hand away from your waist and folding your arms to leans your back on the half wall as well.
"glad to know your foul mouth is still healthy as ever" he laughs.
"shut up whore." you pass him a disgusted look, "what are you even doing here? no bitches willing to hold your dick?"
he sighs,
"saw none better than you here."
That makes you roll your eyes hard,
"I'm the dumbfck here trying to talk you here, bye" you try getting out of the pool but he immediately pulls you back by waist,
"you fuc-"
he cuts you off pulling you closer to him, your boobs pressed against his chest as his face is so fucking close to yours.
"you play so fucking hard doll, you've always been that way. why? is it fun to watch me yearn and long for you?" he whispers making your knit your brows farther wondering if he was drunk too.
"i bet you haven't found a dick big enough yet that can fit in every corner of your-"
you punch his nose,
nobody notices though since the party was that loud except two or three people who were closer to you, passing by the pool but they didn't seem to care, knowing that was just you being you,
"OW! the fuck!?" he immediately yelps shoving you away,
"you fucking bet i did whore, and if you want ill find some for you to ride as well!" You harshly splash the water at his face when he was just about to retract his palms back from his face earning another yelp from him.
You push yourself up from the pool, head feeling hotter than ever as you storm away to get your dress. you didn't even bother drying yourself, you just put your thin dress back on not giving a fuck about the way you just made the dry fabric completely drenched in a second as soon as it came in contact with the wet one.
You look down to take Shoko with you, but pause looking at her peacefully snoring state,
Shaking your head you walk back into the villa by yourself, unbothered about the trail of water you were leaving behind, but most of the people around you were doing the same. You feel horrible for whoever was cleaning this place up later.
As you mindlessly walked around pushing past people you felt your nose starting to burn, eyes becoming glossier.
You felt like a fucking mess.
So you pause, you don't take any steps further,
even if you were about to burst into tears right this instant here, nobody in this room would notice you.
Just as you were about to let a sob slip you feel someone trace your arm,
Your head snaps back to look at the tall brunette guy,
his doe eyes looks at you as he held a sweet smile on his face,
he didn't seem like a bad person, i mean you wouldn't know,
but he just gave off a good person vibe,
he looked drunk as well though.
But he didn't try groping you.
So you just stared at him, he was so out of it but he was waiting for you to join him and dance.
And you let every weight on your mind and shoulder fall down.
you were so tired.
You turn around fully to face him.
stepping closer to him he takes the hint and lets his hand fall down your hip, feeling the wet fabric under his palms he drunkenly blurts
"..is it raining here?" he questions innocently craning his head up to look at the ceiling.
That makes you laugh.
This one heartier than when you laughed at Shoko's story.
You keep your hands on his shoulders planning to start dancing,
but suddenly someone pulls one of your hand away from his shoulder.
Your nostrils filled with the familiar minty scent, you froze.
not wanting to look up, although the brunette guy was already staring at the person next to you both with a clueless expression.
"..am-am i interrupting something?" the brunette guy hiccups like a dumbhead when it was the other way around.
You couldn't even open your mouth, your lips suddenly felt so heavy and you still weren't turning your head to look at your side.
Your left hand still in his big warm ones.
"Y/n.." Satoru finally lets out in his low toned voice.
You didn't know if it was his presence or the insanely wet fabric on your skin that was making you slowly feel feverish
"Y/n.. please.. look at me.." He softly pleads,
something in his tone this time breaks your heart, crumbling ever so slowly you finally look up at him.
Satoru wasn't going to force you to go with him,
he wasn't going to force you to come with him if you didn't want to.
He instead kept all his faith on you, for you to choose him.
You stared at his face that looked a bit tired, his brows arched down as his eyes looked dull blue tonight, just like the other day.
Satoru looked sad,
You couldn't push him any further, it was painful,
you let go your other hand that was resting on the brunette's shoulder and he looked like he was conscious enough to let your hips go as well.
Satoru didn't seem to care how sweaty your hand was as he held them tight and turned around as soon as you let the brunette go like he was praying you chose him and didn't turn his time, taking long strides in his black converse he walks away, taking you with him,
he was holding tightly onto your hand, like you would leave as soon as he let it a bit loose, nobody noticed your small frame walking behind his big one that covered you up entirely.
You felt small once again.
You didn't notice that all the loud voices suddenly grew quite,
You hear the sound of door shut, and finally look around finding yourself in a big bedroom,
The room was spacious and interior clean, wood paneled walls decorated the four sides, only two long golden lights hanging from the ceiling leaving the room to look a bit dim, tall windows hidden behind the long beige curtains that were drawn over them, and a big canopy bed in middle of the bedroom.
Your head noted that it must be one of the spare rooms in here.
You felt a bit better as the light scent of vanilla and cashmere started to linger around you instead of all the sweat and mixed perfume of everyone in the crowd.
What you didn't like was however the silence that was eating you up now.
Satoru was still holding onto your hand.
You look up at him this time, and he turns his body towards you as well, not letting your hand go,
He notices you drenched from head to toe,
he didn't notice it before since it was way too dark in the room and he was too busy rushing to get you two out of there.
"Did someone push you in the pool??" He questions, worry laced in his tone,
you shake your head
"no, i was taking a swim.."
That makes his eyebrows knit further,
he sighs and pulls you to the bed,
making you sit down he finally lets go off your hand, walking away into the bathroom he comes back in seconds with a towel in his hand.
Satoru walks back up to you and gets on his knees in front of you, he wraps the towel over your head and starts rubbing the soft fabric against the locks of your wet hair.
you quietly look down at your lap, playing with your fingers.
He gently starts to dry you face and neck,
"Wait my makeup-"
"you can worry about that later" he heaves.
the more he dried your skin the more wet your eyes grew,
you felt your bottom lips quiver and you finally let out a weak,
"why are you going out with me?"
Satoru stops drying your skin and his gaze moves up to your face,
"you've grown on me y/n.." he says in a gentle tone as his hand moves up to caress your warm cheek.
"don't you wanna be with me anymore?" he questions,
patiently waiting for you to answer,
"i-" you start tearing up
"i wanna be with you so much, i wanna be by your side all time, I don't mind if I look like a dog running behind you, but you feel too good for me" you sob and he doesn't interrupt you, instead he continues to caress your cheek with his thumb, listening to your every word,
"I feel like if you actually decide to step out into the world you will notice people who are way better than me," you hiccup embarrassed at all the things you were confessing but he just quietly wipes your tears.
"you can do so much more than me- and a year ago I would have never guessed that ill be running my mouth like a parrot right now sobbing for you but who am I to know! I'm just an idiot who doesn't even have control over herself, I'm just insecure and scared that the world will realize how nice of guy you are, how kind your heart is and then they'll try to take you away, I even wrote down notes for you that day when you missed the class, and it is the most detailed notes I have ever made but its still no- "
"you made notes for me??" he finally cuts you off,
his curious eyes staring at you as you stop flinging your arms around from all the explanation and let out a small
"yes.."
He watches you finally go quite and he proceeds to cup your face, caressing your warm face as your nervous heart starts to slowly melt away when you see him softly smiling back at you.
"why would I have to go around caring to look for someone better if you are becoming better for me baby?"
that makes you slowly tear up again, you swore another thing Satoru has turned you into is a little crybaby.
This man just had that grip over you.
He engulfs you in his warm arms as you say
"sorry.. I really didn't mean any words that I said that day.. you looked so hurt.. I couldn't bring myself to face you.." you cry and his warm hug grows tighter as he rubs your head to calm you down,
"I'm sorry too.. shouldn't have left you there and walked away either" he says.
"i love you" you slip out,
that makes him pause,
he pulls his head back and looks at your eyes,
and questions,
"what?"
Your cheeks grow warm as you mumble,
"ugh I'm not saying it again, you heard me !"
you burry your head in his neck embarrassed.
"I didn't even hear you because of all the snot in your nose!" he defends.
"shut up, liar!" you smack his chest.
he heartily laughs before slowly smashing his lips against yours,
you immediately welcome him in your warm arms,
the rough texture of his lips softly crushing against your delicate ones.
his wet tongue slowly grazing against your warm ones,
Satoru swiftly pushes you up the soft bed and breaks the kiss, trailing his tongue down your chin, licking all the way to the side of your neck, slowly sinking his teeth into your warm skin making your moan and wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer,
running one of his hand down to your thigh, he gropes it before running them back all way up,
going further and further up under the wet fabric that was clinging onto your warm skin,
he pulls his face away slamming his lips on yours again after leaving a soft imprint of blur and purple on your neck, giving you a hard long peck before pulling away and taking his leather jacket off, pulling his white shirt over his head that causes his white locks to tousle before falling back to cover parts of his hooded eyes,
he grins down at you and whispers
"Why don't you start marking me up? so that whoever tries to take me away from you will know they can never be better than you?"
Your cheeks grow warm at that as he takes your hands and makes them rest on his firm chest
"c'mon baby, I want you to mark every inch of my skin.. wont you?" He smiles as you nod your head and trail your fingers over his soft pale skin,
But growing impatient he take a lock of your hair in his hand and shoves your face against his skin,
and you obediently lap it, before widening your mouth and sinking your teeth into his skin starting to suck on it
"suck it harder baby, take a mouthful of that skin" how else will they know I'm yours otherwise?"
You eagerly do as he tells you to, sucking a mouthful of his skin, leaving bitten bruises of blue and purple splattered across his pale chest as he watches your with a proud expression,
finally getting enough of it he flips your body, pushing the front of your body against the soft sheets he looks down at your figure with his hooded eyes,
releasing soft breathy pants through his parted lips as he pulls your thighs up so your back arches and your big plump ass was in his clear view,
he looked drunk,
but he swore he didn't have even an ounce of liquid ever since he entered the villa.
well of course you had to make up for how thirsty he was though,
He knit his brows, he felt hornier than usual he had to admit,
was two days of not having his face buried between your boobs and having you whining against his lap when you both were alone making him this desperate?
He could feel his thick cock grow painfully angry every second inside his boxers. The tight waist of his jeans bringing not even a little comfort.
"toru.." you whine, pushing your ass further back, bringing it closer to his face,
he grunts,
"yes baby.." he starts to quickly unbutton and pull the zip of his pants down. Shoving his hand in his boxers as he stares at the thin wet fabric of your bikini cover your ass,
he pulls his dick out, sighing as soon as some feeling of relief washes through his veins.
And quickly he pushes your thighs together, pulling down the bottoms of your bikini revealing your wet ass cheeks that had slick run down from your gaping and pulsing cunt.
He pushes his face in your ass, kissing and making out with your drooling hole before he plunges his tongue in, caressing the gummy walls of your insides as your cry loud and feel literal tremors run down your hips from the way he was easing the bundle of your nerves, pushing his hand up to messily rub and pinch your clit, holding the hard shell of your core in his palm as he massages it. Eyes sealed from feeling pure bliss, his nose buried against your puffy cheeks intoxicated by the strong smell of your inside,
his burning cock so fucking hard as it pulsated and released precum every passing second, he wanted you to stop him and grab his cock, for you to tell him to shut the fuck up and take his cock in your hand and shove it in your tight cunt.
But at the same time he wanted you to stay patient and let his hungry self eat,
No alcohol induced body in the room could compare to how pussydrunk your boyfriend was right now.
"Toru- Fuck! need your cock! please.." you whine trying to pull your ass away which was so tightly in the hold of his big palms,
He sucks hard, feeling the warm liquid of your insides gush down his tongue everytime he tried moving it deeper in your depths.
You felt your walls painfully tighten as you tried pushing him away but he just slaps your hand and buries his face harder,
"you love me baby?" he grunts as he slowly lets go your thighs finally and takes his hot sticky length in his palm
"love you toru.. so much" you mewl,
you get pushed up as he plunges his heavy girthy length into your warmth, immediately burying his face in your neck and hugging you tight from behind as he lets out a soft cry,
You could tell he was extra sensitive than usual today, you loved it so much,
you would like to believe it was the extra effect of you finally showing to him that your love for him was so important to you and how much you appreciated the way he took care of you,
His lips brushes up against the shell of your ear, biting it as you feel him grow thicker inside you, he held you so close, feeling his face grow warmer feeling the sensation of the way you both were connected down there. The skin of your bare asscheeks feeling the prickly trail of his snowy white hair down there
"I love you y/n" he cries as you feel his girth throb hard, your walls instantly clenching around him earning another moan from his throat.
you feel your cheeks grow warmer and the corner of your eyes start getting wet,
he brings his lips even closer to your ears and licks the lobe of your ear, trailing his right hand up and pulling your hands which was gripping the sheets so that he can intertwine his fingers with yours,
you cry as his other free hand goes down between your legs and roughly runs his fingers over your clit and through your folds.
Tears escape your eyes and Satoru kisses them clean,
"I love you baby, love you so much.. i-i only want you with me baby.. lets just love eachother.. hm?" he whispers, cradling you in his arms as he presses another kiss on your cheek, moving his head down and sucking the skin of your neck which was layered in thin sheet of sweat as he thrusts his hips hard, you both cry into eachothers warmth as you feel him start to penetrate your throbbing cunt balls deep, giving you strong yet long slow thrusts.
"love you toruu.." you moan and he kisses your lips, holding you so close to him,
"love you my baby... love you so much"
"ok soo.. i know i said they are the most detailed notes that I've ever made but I'm pretty sure I missed a couple of lines because I was too worried and zoning out every now and than thinking where you were yk."
He stares at you, raising a brow the more you spoke,
"so like we might still need the ones Utahime gave you." You smile at him innocently, tucking your chin on your hands, which were resting over his bare broad chest.
before he could respond the door flies open making you yelp and Satoru quickly wraps his arms around your frame to cover you up although thankfully you had already pulled the duvets up to your chest.
You and Satoru stare at the doorframe mortified,
another pair of mortified expressions looking back at you both,
Geto and Choso stood there with his jaw slacked open.
"The hell, did you not lock the door!?" you suddenly questioned Satoru who looks at you equally shocked.
"i did! You know I'm not that careless!"
before you could reply Geto spoke up
"Uh- I used my spare keys."
You and Satoru rolled eyes at that.
Choso screams "You are sleeping with that nerd!? You don't even answer my texts!"
its been a few weeks since,
You found out you weren't the only popular kid close to Satoru, Geto and him were close too.
You had no idea how you managed to never know an info like that, when asked he said he didn't think of it as a necessary information.
and turns out Utahime and Gojo really weren't on that good terms,
Utahime was whispering string of unimaginable profanities at him that day while Satoru was mockingly laughing at her and pissing her off even further.
You really are bad at reading situations guess.
nothing much has really changed since,
except, after Choso and Geto promised you both to keep your secret safe somehow ever so mysteriously the rumors of you and Satoru dating started to spread.
And it got confirmed when you just decided to stand up from your seat during lunch one day and sit down on your boyfriend's thick thighs like it was your birthright, you couldn't help it. They looked so thick and seatable.
The entire class stopped doing whatever they were doing and the room erupted in buzzing murmurs,
Satoru paused chewing on his food, surprised at your sudden move,
but he didn't push you off or anything.
Instead he proceeded to wrap his arm around your waist to keep you steady and peck our cheek before calmly picking up his chopsticks back again and continuing to eat.
That made you dramatically squeal and kick your feet as you watched the shell of his ear turn a very light shade of pink.
What a cute nerdy boyfriend you've got yourself who treats you like his literal princess <3
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waiting-so-long · 3 months
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A Step - Series
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Part 2 - A Step in the Right Direction.
Neighbor!John Price x Single mom!Reader
Summary - With fresh start in a new town, the only thing you care about is that you have your boys. Keeping them safe and happy is the only thing that matters now. That’s your priority. What you didn’t expect was your new neighbor’s priority being your safety and happiness. And John Price is nothing, if not committed.
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Warnings - Implied domestic abuse. Not very much in this part but still, will become more graphic later on. Overthinking reader, and feelings of self doubt. John being a little extra but I love him
A/N - not too fond of how this one turned out, but I’m excited for the next part, angst is coming 😇 We all know John’s love language is physical touch, but he knows your not ready for that so acts of service will have to do for now. Thank you for all the love on the last part! I hope this one is okay!
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It’s been a couple weeks since you met your handsome kind neighbor. He had insisted on doing ninety percent of the work that day, only letting you direct him on what item goes where, and slightly arranging a few items for stability. You were able to convince him, after several declines, to stay for lunch.
“It’s just pizza. I was going to order it anyway, and we’ll just have leftovers, so really you’re saving me from having to pack it up.” You knew that was a silly excuse, but you couldn’t not feed him. He went so far out of his way to help you. You owed him.
John huffed, obviously amused at your weak attempt to convince him. Though the way you looked up at him, almost pleading for him to let you repay him, was the final push for him to accept your offer. “Only because you insist,” his eyes slightly squinted from the small smile on his face.
So, he stayed for lunch. And he helped clean up after. He somehow got you to promise to ask him if you needed anything, “I’d hate for you to have to carry those heavy boxes. And you let me know if your water heater acts up, I know mine does.”
After John left you couldn’t help but go back to overthinking.
‘Why did you let a stranger in your house?
He knows you’re alone with two little kids.
What if he was playing the nice guy, pretending to do the right thing, just to trick you,’ You shake that thought out of your head. If he had any intention to hurt you or the boys, he had more than enough opportunity. The time spent with John was comforting, safe even. That thought might bother you most of all.
It wasn’t until that evening, as you tucked your boys into their beds, that you got pulled out of your own mind. Charlie’s soft voice, quiet and sleepy, “I like our house. And I liked Mr. John. He’s a good friend.” You smile at that. You may doubt your own intuition, but you fully trust your child’s.
Charlie’s words ring true. The next morning John knocked on your door, looking handsome as ever, dressed in a simple button down and jeans, holding two white boxes, with a to-go cup balanced on top.
“I figured you might not be unpacked quite enough to make breakfast,” he smiled as he handed over the food - donuts and sausages maybe?
You blinked, suddenly very aware of your state of undress. Messy, slept-in bun, ratty sleep shirt, and sweatpants. You try to hide your embarrassment by smoothing down your shirt, before taking the food from him. The boxes are still warm.
“Thank you so much, but you really didn’t have to do that. You’ve gone out of your way enough,” you tell him, though you can’t hide the gratitude that shines in your eyes, nor can you help the heat that creeps up your neck, warming your cheeks and ears, when he tilts his head slightly and grins.
“Please, it’s my pleasure. Consider it a housewarming gift. Besides I was already getting for myself,” he lifted the small paper bag in his other hand, gave you another kind smile, stepped backwards off your porch. ”Have a good day, miss.”
The days go on with more and more similar interactions.
A note on your door, ‘I brought your trash bin to the side of the house. Don’t worry about taking it out when I’m home, I’ll take it out with mine. :) - John Price’
True to his word, every Monday and Wednesday your trash bin was pulled to the curb. There have only been a couple times you’ve had to do it yourself - the days John’s lights stayed off, sometimes for several days in a row.
Another day, another knock.
“I went ahead and grabbed your mail when I got mine after I got home,” his smile widening when your fingers grazed his palm as he handed you a stack of junk mail.
You glance out your window one Sunday afternoon, shocked, but not displeased in the slightest, to see a sweaty John pushing his mower from his yard across yours, and looping back around. He knocked on your door when he finished with the front, only to ask if he could do the back yard too. John had a moment where he was scared he’d over stepped.
You placed your hands on your hips, your eyes doing a full scan of the man in front of you, before you shook your head at him.
You laughed quietly, “Only if you take a break, and let me get you something to drink?” You grabbed John by the elbow, pulling him through the house, not giving him a chance to decline your offer. Not that he wanted to, not for a second.
John laughs, deep and gruff, but lets you manhandle him as you please. “I have water at my own house, y’know?” He teases as you push him into a dining chair that creaks under his frame.
“I would hope so,” you shoot over your shoulder, reaching into the cabinet for two glasses. “But if you keep insisting on being the neighbor of the year, I have to at least try to pay you back.” John swears his heart stops, for just a moment, when you turn around with the biggest smile he’s seen you wear.
“No need to pay me back, darling, not doing anything you don’t already deserve,” he watches as you look down, shaking your head, flustered by his use of the pet name.
You attempt to brush it off, “So none of our other neighbors deserve their bins taken, or their lawns mowed?” You raise your eyebrows as you wait for his response.
He doesn’t miss a beat, “Absolutely not. You haven’t met Mrs. Mason, have you?” You shake your head, looking slightly confused. He continues, “She’s got this dog, yippy little thing, but if I’m honest, I’m more scared of her biting me than I am of the dog.”
The image of John - this man with hair on every visible part of his body, biceps bigger than your head, who has to turn sideways to fit in your doorway - being scared of a little old lady with a crusty white dog, has you nearly choking on your water.
“I’m sure she’s not that bad,” you laugh, grabbing the plate of cookies of the counter before sitting down at the table next to him.
John nods at you when you offer the plate to him. “Trust me, she is. Don’t lose any balls in her yard, they’ll come back to you in shreds,” he warns, waving a cookie in your direction. His voice was serious, but he was failing at fighting his smile, the wrinkles by his eyes beautiful, and endearing.
“Well, thank you for the heads up,” you can’t help but smile back. You turn just slightly, your knee touching his. You push down the feeling of excitement the small contact gives you. No time for that, even if he wasn’t just being nice.
Right on cue, you hear the boys coming down the stairs.
“Are you eating the cookies without us?” Charlie asks as he stops right in front of the table. John pauses mid-chew, looking genuinely panicked from being caught.
Stifling another laugh, you take a cookie and split it in two, handing one half to Charlie, and reaching for Elliot to come to you. “We only got them out because we knew you were gonna come down soon. How was your nap?”, you kiss the smaller boy on the head, as he settles on your lap.
John leaned back to admire you talking with Charlie. He loves to watch you interact with your boys. You focus purely on them when they want your attention. You hold so much patience for them. Your face beaming with love and pride, he’s certain he’s never seen a more beautiful sight.
It makes him wonder why you’re here alone. What idiot would ever give this up?
“Well, now that I’ve given you dessert, what do you say we start some lunch, yeah?” You stand, positioning Elliot on your hip. “John, are you staying for lunch?” You look to him with hopeful eyes. You were enjoying his visit, you really don’t want him to leave.
John shakes his head, looking just as disappointed as you feel. “I really should finish up outside, and head home. Another time, yeah?” He pats the table twice, as he stands as well.
“Yeah, okay, another time, then,” you reply, looking up at him. You rock back on your heels just a bit, glancing at Charlie where he sits at the table. You lower your voice just a bit, taking a step closer. “It was really nice to sit down with you finally.”
John grins, “It really was. Thank you for having me.” His hand coming up to your arm before sliding it down, giving your hand a single squeeze. He pats Elliot on the head, and says goodbye to Charlie, before turning to leave.
All the while, you’re frozen. He barely touched you, but all you wanted was for him to grab your hand with both of his, and never let go. Maybe that’s dramatic, or maybe your loneliness is finally catching up to you. Whatever it is, you start moving.
Taking a step toward John, you call his name. He turns with a small, expectant smile, eyebrow raised in question.
“Maybe after the boys get to bed, you would join me on my patio for a drink? A proper drink, not just water this time, I promise!” You feel yourself blush as you rush through your sentence, but you force yourself to hold his gaze. You’re just asking a friend to have a drink, you shouldn’t be feeling this nervous.
His smile widens, “That sounds lovely. Just text me when, and I’ll be over.”
“Yeah? Great! I’ll see you then!” You internally cringe at how eager you sound.
Any embarrassment you feel is washed away when John smiles and simply replies, “I look forward to it,” as he walks out the door.
You stand there grinning like a fool for a moment before turning to get started on lunch.
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A/N - Again not too crazy about this one, but I hope y’all like it! Let me know what you think! Feedback is always appreciated!
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crackedpumpkin · 11 months
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ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀꜱ || ᴘᴛ. ᴏɴᴇ ||
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[ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ] | [ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]
“If there is a god out there, please make sure my order isn’t missing any pickles this time.”
“Here ya go, extra pickles on the side,” Mr. Perez, the store owner, grunts as he all but flings a wrapped sub into your hands from behind the counter. You grab it with relative ease, undeterred by how oddly soggy the parchment paper is. It’s a slow day in the sub shop, with many of its usual customers absent. 
“How much?” 
“Five bucks.”
“How’s Didi?” You ask, fishing out a crumpled five-dollar bill in your pocket and handing it to him. You drop another into the tip jar when his back is turned, humming innocently when he faces you with a bag of small cookies.
“The usual. Slightly less of the devil incarnate lately, though. I think it’s because you’re coming over to babysit more often.” You take the cookies gratefully, a small note written in the ten-year-old’s messy scrawl glued to the side. You stash it away in your backpack, ensuring it doesn’t get crushed behind your sketchbook and pencil case.
“Is that y/n?” You hear the clatter of plates being shoved aside, Didi peeking out from behind the blinds that separate the storefront from the stairs that lead upstairs to their house. You smile but realize she won’t be able to see it through your cloth mask.
“In the flesh,” You grin, scooping Didi into a tight hug. You prop her on your hip, transferring the sub to your free hand as she giggles. “Have you made any new friends in school?”
Her lips purse into a pout, fiddling with your hair with sulky eyes. “No…They’re all stinky. Except for Maribelle, because she likes pickles.”
“Does no one else like pickles, then?” You ask curiously, Didi shaking her head. 
“Tommy and Jam like them, but they’re boys,” She informs you in complete and utter seriousness. You’re so tempted to comment, but you know that if you did, she’d sulk for at least half an hour.
“Jam?”
“Yeah, Jam.”
“Are you sure that’s his name?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright then,” You shrug, turning your head to the side so she can’t see the amused glint in your eyes. 
“Are you headed to the bank?” Mr. Perez asks offhandedly, cleaning one of his bread knives with a damp cloth.
“Gotta cash in the moolah,” You rub your fingers together in reference to the cheque that’s buried somewhere in the bottom of the heavy bag on your shoulders. You had recently finished a commission, and your client had tipped you generously, paying you an extra fifty bucks on top of the two hundred she was already paying. 
“Can I come? I wanna come. I’m going,” Didi demands as she braids a few strands of your hair. You look back at Mr. Perez for permission, the gruff man nodding in response. 
“Okay, but make sure you always stay with me, yeah?” Didi nods eagerly, kicking your side slightly as she points to the door. You leave the store with her in your arms, making your way to the bank. 
“Can we buy Legos?” You hum in thought, trying to decide how to reject Didi’s request without being too harsh. She tugs the beanie on your head, and it slides down to just above your eyes. You chuckle, using the back of your preoccupied sub-carrying hand to shift it back up slightly.
“Do you have enough money to buy some?”
“I got money!” Didi’s small hands search her pockets, patting down until she finds what she’s looking for. She pulls out a ten-dollar bill with a triumphant smile, eyes shining with anticipation as she looks at you. 
“Then we’ll buy some on the way back, yeah?” You offer, already seeing the money leave your wallet when you pay for the leftover cost of the Lego set.
“Hmm…Okay!” Didi agrees after a moment of thought, clapping her hands together and urging you to walk faster. You break into a slight jog just to tease her, soon reaching the doors of the large bank. 
You push past the huge glass doors with your shoulder, the sub still in your hands. You couldn’t put it in your bag, fearing it’d ruin your cherished sketchbook and, even worse, the crumpled cheque buried somewhere near it. 
You eye the long lines for each counter, groaning at the thought of a prolonged wait. You scan the hall, trying to find the shortest queue. 
There. You quickly join the line of people waiting, breathing a sigh of relief when you see a few more people join your queue right after you do. The bank is mostly quiet; the only sounds are fingers clacking away on keyboards and hushed conversations of bank account details. 
A trio of men wearing black cloth masks stand in a corner, furtively glancing around and having a hushed conversation amongst themselves. Two large bags are on the floor next to the shortest one, all three nodding at each other before the other two pick up the bags and head towards the door while the shortest approaches the information counter with another bag slung on his hip.
Huh. Maybe they have social anxiety. 
You watch them converse with the clerk, half your attention on Didi, who’s tugging on your hair while braiding it out of boredom. You spot the clerk smiling nervously in your peripheral, brushing it off as the usual horrible customer service interaction.
You focus on Didi instead, jostling her slightly in your arms. She yelps, lips pursing into a scowl when she’s disturbed from her concentrated braiding. You giggle, entertained by her reaction. You lean in, bumping your head against hers in a gentle tease.
The doors slam shut.
You flinch at the sudden sound, turning to see the two men from earlier at the entrance. Each stands in front of the doors, arms crossed with two large rifles in their hand as they quickly adorn ski masks. The man at the information counter now has a gun in their hands, pointing it up at the ceiling and firing a single shot.
The loud bang startles Didi, who instantly covers her ears, pushing her head against your shoulder with a small squeak. You protectively hold her close to you, ready to shield her body with your own in case anything happens. 
“Everyone drop everything, get down on the ground, and lift your hands now!”
You slowly sink to the ground, eyes never leaving the guns in their hands. This situation is the opposite of ideal. Being held hostage isn’t exactly part of your five-year plan for graduation. The doors are guarded by the guards, dark silhouettes blocking the sunlight.
“Hey! I said to drop everything and lift up your hands,” One of the robbers guarding the doors earlier points a gun straight at you with a glare. You look from the weapon to the sub in your hands, reluctant to let go. 
“I said, drop it!” 
You gingerly set it down with a defeated sigh. “You happy now?” You ask him with a scowl. He steps towards you, still aiming his gun at you as he picks up your sub and throws it to the side. It lands with a plop onto the dirty ground, now a ruined mess.
“Wha- My sub!” You complain with an offended gasp, now glaring at the man who just destroyed your dinner. You see the arch of his brow beneath his thin ski mask, exchanging a confused look with his accomplice.
“You do know this is loaded, right?” He questions with a wave of his gun.
“You just threw away a perfectly fine sub! It even had extra pickles!” You argue, still mourning the loss of your dinner. Setting down your sub you could deal with. But flinging it against the wall? That was absolutely uncalled for. “You’re a maniac,” You seethe, your jaw clenched as you shoot him the coldest glare you can muster.
You hear tiny sniffles and a loud hiccup from beside you, looking down to see Didi’s scrunched nose with snot dripping down it and tears streaming down her red cheeks. Her lips are pressed tightly together, but you know she’s about to start wailing.
“Hey, hey, Didi,” You call out to her gently, ignoring the robber that watches you intently. “Let’s play a game of patty cake, okay?” You offer, holding out your hands. She places her small ones in yours, and you curl your fingers to cover her own. 
“I’m scared,” She hiccups, her sniffles growing louder by the minute. You shush her with a reassuring smile, thinking of a way to soothe her. 
“Oi! You sure have a death wish, lil’ missy.” You hear the cock of a gun behind you, turning to see it being pointed straight at you. “I already said: hands up where I can see ‘em.” 
“Look, do you want to handle a wailing child that’s bound to attract attention? Or do you want me to calm her down so none of us get a headache?” 
After a moment of deliberation, he moves his gun down to his side. “I’m watching you,” He warns.
“Yeah, yeah, as if I’d forget.” You huff with a roll of your eyes, crossing your legs and sitting down with Didi in your lap. “Now, where were we?”
You continue playing patty cake with the trembling girl after coaxing her into removing her hands from her ears. The shortest robber, who seems to be the ringleader of the three, is preoccupied with getting the clerk to empty the enormous vault at the back, stuffing bundles of cash into the large duffel bags they had carried with them earlier.
It’s tense.
Everyone chooses to stay silent, their shaky hands and terrified eyes a pleasure to the thugs. You risk a quick glance around, wondering when the hell Spiderman would show up. Isn’t this in his job description? Was he even getting paid? 
Someone knocks on the door.
The two crooks guarding the doors turn instantly, pointing their guns at a familiar figure with their hands raised in surrender.
“Yo! I came here to negotiate, not to fight.”
They look to their ringleader for a response, the latter giving them a nod and gesturing to their guns warily. They nod at each other, hoisting their weapons closer to their chest and opening one of the doors. 
Before they can react, Spiderman drops to the floor, immediately kicking their guns out of their hands. They land on the floor with a clatter. “You should really think twice before opening the door for strangers,” He chides, nimbly avoiding a harsh blow from the two thugs surrounding him.
That’s a nice suit.
Your eyes automatically follow him as he swings, dodges, and takes out the robbers in mere minutes. He’s nimble, avoiding each blow and disarming the vicious crooks that threaten to fire. 
“One step closer, and she’s dead meat!” 
Didi’s body is grabbed from your arms, and you look up in horror as the robber that threatened you earlier holds his gun close to the small child. Tears are dribbling down her cheeks uncontrollably, choking on her stifled sniffles. 
“Woah, woah, woah,” The masked vigilante halts in his steps, hands raised up, “Threatening a kid? That’s not gonna look good on your record, man.”
“Then put your hands up, walk to the wall, and give up!” 
“Wait!” You scramble to your feet, freezing as soon as you do. The robber presses the gun barrel closer to Didi’s shoulder, an ice-cold grip of fear crawling down your spine at the sight. 
You can’t let her get hurt. You rack your brains, trying to figure out a good distraction for Spiderman to take action. “I-I’m pretty sure I’m gonna die, but I just have to say something.”
“Get down on the floor!” The robber shouts harshly, fed up with the kids that keep bothering his easy getaway. You slowly kneel back down, never breaking eye contact with Didi, whose cheeks turn redder by the second. You spot Spiderman’s finger slowly moving to press his web shooter, eyes darting between him and Didi. An idea takes form in your mind, but it’s risky.
You pause, swallowing nervously. “Didi… I’m the one that broke BunBun.”
She screams. 
The ear-splitting sound makes the robber wince, dropping her to cover his ears. Spiderman seizes the opportunity, using his web fluid to grab his gun and toss it away in the far corner of the bank. He immediately gets to work through Didi’s screaming, effortlessly capturing the last robber and throwing him aside in a cocoon fashioned out of his web fluid. 
You grab Didi, scuttling back into your corner of safety and trying to placate her. You gently rock her in your arms, letting her cry into your shirt. The collar is now soaked with her tears, and you’re beginning to regret confessing to the crime of having accidentally broken one of her favourite plates. You’d blamed it on the passing wind, and she bought it.
“Hey guys, y’all are safe now.” You look back up at Spiderman, who leans against the wall near you, scanning the crowd of relieved people who cheer for his bravery. He chuckles, casually shrugging as he tries to brush off the praise. He double-checks if anyone is hurt, his gaze lingering on you for a split second.
He gives you a brief nod and a friendly two-fingered salute, and you tiredly reciprocate the gesture with a still-crying Didi in your arms. His head moves back slightly in a wince (well, you’re pretty sure it’s a wince. You can’t really tell with his mask and everything.), and for a moment, you feel as though he’s sympathizing with you. 
He takes his leave through the glass doors, Spiderman-style, with his web-slinging skills and whatnot. You’re left with the aftermath of the police finally showing up, the crying child deterring them from asking you any further questions besides a short testimony.
“Didi, it’s over now. We’re safe.” You try to soothe her by gently patting her head and hugging her tightly briefly. You’re sure your shirt is soaked by now. It baffles you how a child has so much water in their system that they still sob even after half an hour.
It took an apology, three Lego sets, and a future promise for another at Christmas to get her to stop crying.
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The bed creaks noisily when you collapse on it with an exhausted groan, the sound a subtle sign of the old bed frame threatening to break any day now. The glow-in-the-dark stars glued onto your ceiling shines softly, the chilly breeze of Brooklyn gusting through your open window. You’d dropped off Didi on your way home, reassuring Mr. Perez that she was unharmed.
You shiver, getting up to close the window before hanging your beanie on the clothing hooks behind your door. You turn on the switch to the lamp on your desk, the warm yellow light coating your room with a cozy atmosphere.
Your stomach growls, a reminder of your delicious dinner having been a victim in the whole hostage situation from earlier. You sigh. Whatever. You’d grab a bigger breakfast tomorrow instead. For now, though, a simple protein bar from your snack drawer would have to do. 
You unwrap it and bite down, munching hungrily while grabbing your sketchbook from your bag and laying it flat on your desk. You flip the pages, eyeing the empty pages with distaste. Page after page of drawings that didn’t meet your standards make your heart sink. 
You finally land on an empty page and grab a pencil with your free hand. You tap the end onto the blank paper impatiently, trying to think of more inspiration for your next work. You’d been in a slump lately, and while commissions did give you some extra pocket money to go cafe hopping, it didn’t help much with your lack of artistic creativity.
Your hands itch to sketch out an idea. Anything would do. The only problem is that your brain can’t provide even a smidgen of inspiration. You huff, leaning back in your chair.
You sit up straight and scooch closer to the paper, hoping that maybe that’d trigger some form of idea.
Nope. Nothing. Nothing hits you. 
Maybe it’s the happenings of today as well, what with a gun being pointed at you and helping your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman take down those thugs. You grin, recalling how Didi’s scream had impacted the poor goon, lips tugging down slightly at the reminder of your now empty wallet.
You’d have to find another commission soon. 
Maybe Spiderman would want one?
You begin to doodle absentmindedly, the scratching of lead against paper a soothing sound that practically lulls you into a trance. You recall the red spray paint of a jagged spider against the black suit, the design of it so simplistic and yet representing his personality so well. 
You remember his quick nod to you and silly salute, a chuckle slipping past your lips. How did he look like again? His elbow was bent, and two fingers were placed on his forehead as he leaned against the wall. He’s relatively lean, you recall, and probably taller than you too. It’s difficult to gauge since you were in a rather sticky situation that called for hunched shoulders and hesitant movements.
Your hand moves as if it’s got a mind of its own, recalling the webbed pattern on his suit. You draw and draw, adding shading after a basic outline is done. Your mind is foggy, no other thoughts remain except to transfer your memory onto paper. 
Wow.
You stare down at what you’ve just drawn, taking in the overall sketch with a shaky exhale. It’s the best you’ve done in a long while, with all the details contributing to the final product. 
It’s exactly as you remember, having drawn Spiderman giving you that silly salute while leaning against the tiled walls. You’d even shaded his suit perfectly.
You’re breathless. Is this really your work? From your own two hands, no less? It’s probably a one-off thing, but boy, does it feel good. Maybe thinking about Spiderman is the main reason why.
You giggle at the entertaining thought, shaking your head. 
It’s probably just the adrenaline.
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kookslastbutton · 7 months
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Too Late To Dream ༓ jjk (m) I Ch. VIII (final)
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✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.
Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader
AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series
Rating: M, 18+
Word Count: 8,618
Warnings: 8-year age gap, mentions of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), first kiss, painting date, taehyung makes oc a busi proposal, jk goes back to teaching at uni, cute note, therapy with therapist!hoseok, talk of absent parents, insecurities, fear of fatherhood, jk working through personal struggles and gets clarity, jk being good hubby to oc, sexual content
sexually explicit warnings: switch!jungkook, switch!reader, f*ngering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (be safe everyone!), cussing d*rty talk, penetration, b**b sucking, biting, multiple org*sms, m*ssionary;legs on shoulder, body worshipping, praise kink, impreg kink, slight lactation kink, making out in the kitchen, suggestive morning shower s*x, Kook just wanna please oc really 🥺
Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+
A/N: This is now the most I have ever written....ngl the therapy section will be DENSE( but i tried not to make it TOO long) 😪 anyway, we have come to the end folks 😭 thank you to all of you who have stayed with me through this whole series. It's close to my heart and always will be. I'm happy to be able to share this with you all 💞
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Kissing you is his favorite pastime. On the lips, on your cheeks, neck–everywhere and anywhere you'll let him. He loves how squeamish it makes you. Out of all the times Jungkook's kissed you, his favorite will always be the first time in that tiny art studio of yours at your old apartment.
You didn't have much living space but you made do with what you had. And what you had was one extra room near the laundry machines.
He'll always remember how gentle your lips were against his that night. Warm as well, yet reserved. You made his whole body come to life in the most unexplainable ways.
4 years ago–
Jungkook slouches on the stool with a pout on his face and a paintbrush spinning between his fingers. This is the third time he's called you over in the last ten minutes. You've told him repeatedly that painting takes patience but it doesn't seem to make him feel any better about his artwork.
"Can you come look at this __? I don't think this is coming out the way it's supposed to be."
"Here," you set your drawing pencils on your own art desk and circle around to him, "let me see."
Jungkook scootches his stool to the side, allowing you to peer over his shoulder.
"To start, you’re using too much water if your paper is peeling and curling this much. I'd give it a few minutes before doing anything more on it. Secondly, you have water bubbles."
You reach for the blue painting sponge next to him and hold it up as if showcasing it off.
"This is going to be your best friend. It absorbs liquid so if you gently dab areas with excess water, it'll take all that water away." You demonstrate for him then hand the sponge to him. "Give it a try."
"Okay…" He takes it from you and mirrors your movements. "Isn't this called watercolor painting though? How can I be using too much water?"
You shrug. "Because it's like anything. You need to find the right balance between the paint and water or else it'll make your strokes messy. Control the need to soak your brush."
"But I like soaking my brush," he says, tongue in cheek.
"I'm going to ignore that you said that."
"You said it first."
"Not like you meant it, I didn't."
Jungkook smiles and continues dabbing his painting.
"You're pressing a little too hard Kook. The paint's smudging," you warn as he attempts to clean up the extra water spillage.
"Hm?" He doesn't seem to understand what you mean.
"It's like this," you say, carefully closing a hand over his knuckles. Jungkook's hand goes limp in yours as you guide his movements across the water bubbles. "See, the water's gone now."
When you gaze down at him, he's not paying attention to the artwork at all but to you instead.
"Someone I'm hoping to call my girlfriend soon," he mumbles back and you release your hold from his hand.
"Jungkook?" He feels you tense under his stare, eyes restlessly shifting back and forth. "What are you looking at?"
"Oh, well, um—" your mind races with what to respond. Up until now, you’ve been seeing each other for a month but no labels have been placed on your relationship yet.
"I'd really like to know what it'd be like to kiss you too.” He sets the sponge on the table and slowly leans forward to rise from his seat.
Naturally, you step backward but forget about the second art table set up directly behind you. Your hands grip the edges at the sudden contact on your backside.
"I'm sorry," he says. "I don't mean to make you feel pressured." His fingers reach out to lightly rest on your trembling hands. “I’ve just been having the best time getting to know you this past month and I’d like it if we could keep going out…as a couple.”
“I’d like that too.” You swallow thickly. “I think you caught me off guard but yeah, let’s make this official. And also, if you want, we can—kiss."
"Are you sure?" He needs to know he heard right, careful not to jump the gun. “Really sure?”
"Yes. Please kiss me.”
With your consent, Jungkook grips your hands tighter and closes his mouth over your lips. They're sweet and taste a bit like peppermint from the candy you ate earlier. He moves slowly at first, tongue swiping across the seam of your lips every now and then until you let him in.
"Jung–" you breathe a small moan yet it's only when you break apart that you're able to finish saying his name. “–Kook.”
"I liked that," he says, a smile on his face. "Any chance we can do it again?"
You nod and lean forward to kiss him again. This time firmer, holding back nothing.
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"Honey, you should go back to bed for a bit. Get some more sleep." You watch your husband button up his navy blue dress shirt in the mirror. Today's the day he has to return to the university for the new academic year and he needs to be out the door within the next ten minutes.
"I have to get used to you leaving before me," you yawn. "I'll miss you."
Jungkook runs his fingers through his damp hair, fluffing it up some before striding over to your lounged position on the bed.
"Me too. I'm going to be thinking of you all day." He bends down to peck your lips. When he does, you take in the scent of his aftershave–Old Spice. "I'll see you when we get home, okay?"
You nod. "You home at 4 tonight?"
"Plus traffic so 4:30 at the latest.”
"Okay, I should get home at 5:15. Mondays are a bit hectic so it might be later. I'll text you."
He gives you another kiss, longer than the last, and you moan lazily.
"Sounds good," he stands up straight and snatches his phone from the nightstand. "I need to head out now but I'll see you later. Love you!"
Jungkook opens your bedroom door and you shut your eyes to get more sleep before having to start the daily grind yourself.
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With about thirty minutes to spare Jungkook rushes to his office with his leather satchel. He doesn't remember the room being as bare as it is when he tosses the door open–only his desk, PhD, and some books left on the shelf. He hasn't been here since the end of June so granted, I'd be pretty dead in the room.
But there's not even one photo of you.
That's going to be the first thing to change, he mentally
notes. Right now, however, he needs to prep for his lecture that’s in—he checks his watch—shit.
Twenty-eight minutes.
Jungkook shoves his satchel on the bulky mahogany desk and swivels into his office chair. "Damn," he curses and re-adjusts in his seat. "Since when was my chair this uncomfortable to sit in?'
He shakes it off and pulls out his notes. A tiny blue sticky note falls out as he sorts the mix.
'Deep breaths today Dr. Jeon ;)! It's your first day again and I know you're always so hard on yourself :( But your new students will love you I'm sure. So keep yourself in good spirits and remember I'm only a phone call away. I love you and I can't wait to hear about your day when you get home tonight! <3'
He reads the message again, then again, and one last time for good measure.
Jungkook sticks the note on the surface of his desk, next to his computer where he can view it easily. He then goes back to reviewing his notes for his lecture, feeling a giggle creep up his throat; he really fricken' loves you.
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Well, his first class of the day was a complete disaster. The first twenty minutes consisted of him having to troubleshoot technical errors between his laptop and the projector. His students weren’t chipper either, preferring silence when he tried striking up a conversation. And the worst part? They didn’t laugh at his jokes! Like at all. Usually, he’d at least get one or two chuckles, even if they were merely out of politeness.
It was when he ended the class half an hour early that he earned a few brownie points. Thankfully he’s not a lecture on the first day kind of professor. Still, with any luck, the semester will get better and the remainder of his sections today will be smoother.
"Dr. Jeon," a low voice rumbles down the hallway as Jungkook returns to his office. He whips his head to his left to see Taehyung taking long strides towards him.
"Dr. Kim," Jungkook responds to the greeting. "What are you doing in the School of Business?"
"Just wanted to stop and say hi. I got a studio art class to teach soon but thought I'd check in with my favorite economist first.” Taehyung stuffs his hands in the pockets of his silk trousers and follows Jungkook into his office.
"My wife isn't here Tae," Jungkook teases.
“Isn’t it about time you drop that? Yes, we had a thing back in—"
"It wasn't a thing okay?" Jungkook is eager to correct. Being reminded that his wife and best friend used to hit it off a little too well back in the day makes him queasy. "It was you who kept being obsessed with her. Well, she's mine now. Understand?"
Taehyung laughs. "You need to chill Jungkook. I see the wedding ring loud and clear. Besides, I didn't come here for her alright?" He pauses and wets his lips. "Well actually…there is something I'd like to bring up to you that may involve her."
"Oh, what?" Jungkook's ears are on high alert. What could Taehyung possibly need from you?
"How often is __ painting these days?" Taehyung takes a seat in one of the spare chairs in the room.
"She doesn't have as much time these days due to work, but I know she's got a couple of art projects in the process."
"She's got a pretty big collection though, doesn’t she? Has she ever considered showcasing them off at galleries or selling to collectors?”
“Yeah, I’d say she has roughly eighty finished pieces between drawings and paintings. But she's tried the gallery route before and they've all rejected her work from being showcased. I don't think she wants to pursue it anymore. And as far as selling? Don't think so."
"Hmm." Taehyung taps his fingers on the armrest. "What if it were to be my art gallery? Over the summer I managed to form a minor partnership with that local gallery downtown. Remember, the one I displayed work at years ago when __ was in postgrad? Took a visit down there weeks ago and found out the owner is running low on funds. He's had my art displayed for a while now and I've always wanted to own a gallery. I've no shortage of assets either so I'm taking the plunge to keep it open.”
Jungkook quirks his head to the side with an open mouth and eyes wide as saucers. “You're really part owner of that gallery now? Wow, Tae. I always knew you were a free spirit but damn that's an investment."
"I guess, but hey now that you know. We're looking to expand our collection so how would your cute wife like to show her work? __ is a phenomenal artist and it’s a shame she hasn’t had the opportunity to have it publicly admired. I’d see that her work be approved immediately, of course."
“You're joking,” Jungkook sputters in disbelief. He can't speak for you but he's pretty darn sure you’re going to be absolutely tickled about this.
"I'm being completely serious. Talk to __ about it and see what she thinks." Taehyung checks the time on his phone and stands up from his chair. "Hate to cut this short but I got that class in ten. Let me know what she decides though."
"Yeah, I'll ask her. I—thank you Taehyung. I'm not sure what else to say."
“You don’t have to say anything. I’m happy to do this for her. For you both actually.” Taehyung leaves with a tight-lipped smile, a pep in his step.
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Bzzz. Bzzz.
Hobi: Hey, sorry for the late reply. Had a couple of last-minute patients to see. I’m happy to hear from you though! If you want to come in for a session I have a slot free late Thursday evening. Other than that we may need to do it next week since I have a pretty full schedule this week.
Oh, that’s right. Jungkook reads over the text. He messaged Hoseok about possibly coming in for a therapy session last night. After telling you about both his apprehension and interest in starting a family, he thinks it is best to get some professional input. And what better person to ask than one of his long-time friends?
JK: I’d really like to meet before I get loaded with papers and tests to grade, if possible. How late on Thursday? I get out of work at 4.
Hobi: I understand. Can you come right after work? Sessions last around forty minutes to an hour.
JK: Sure, I don’t think I have anything to do after that. __ will still be at work. She knows I’m seeing you too, so it’s fine. I’ll see you at 4:15-ish. Your practice isn’t far from here last I remember.
Hobi: Yup, short drive. I’ll put you on the calendar for Thursday afternoon. I’m glad you reached out, Jungkook. I’ve been thinking about you and __ lately. Heard you babysat Yoongi’s twins.
JK: We did.
Hobi: And how was that?
JK: Not bad. I’ll tell you tomorrow though. I’m prepping for another class right now.
Hobi: Got it, I’ll let you go. I’ll see you on Thursday.
JK: Thanks, man!
Jungkook sends a thumbs-up emoji and sets the phone flat on his desk. Well, he sighs, looks like you got yourself an appointment with a shrink.
He doesn’t know what to expect. But what he does know is that he needs to go in with an open mindset. Previous conversations with Hoseok have led him to conclude that it matters what you put into it.
“Therapy isn’t an answer to all your problems,” he recalls Hoseok explain years ago. “Its purpose is to create a space for you to process struggles in your life; triggers even. The goal is for you to better understand the root of those triggers and to find new tools that help you navigate through them. Whenever you are posed with said challenge, you can be better equipped to confront them so you can come out stronger on the other side.”
Jungkook takes a swig of water from his water bottle. He thinks of you as he does–he’s doing this for both of you in hopes that something beautiful might come from it.
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At 3:15 Jungkook has his last class. His afternoon students ended up being far more engaging than his morning students. They talked to him casually, asked good questions, and gosh darn it they laughed at his jokes too. They were a great bunch of kids, Jungkook hums. He’s looking forward to walking alongside them this semester.
Before calling it a day and leaving the university, Jungkook decides a brief stroll around campus would be nice. One, it gets fresh air in his lungs and two, he’d really like to stretch his legs before sitting back down in his car.
As he walks through the middle of campus, he smiles at the groups of students rushing with their book bags. It’s a good mix between undergrads and grads. Seeing all of them rush around takes him back to his days of late-night studying at the library and partying with friends on the weekends. He tried not to party too rough but well, he might have been a little too eager to finally be on his own the first year.
He dated around a little too. The chicks at his undergrad were cute and he went out with a few of them. His longest relationship lasted a year but she broke it off with him the last year–she married an architect a year and a half later. No matter though, Sana was a sweet girl and nothing drastic ever happened between them. Hearing that she was getting married made him more happy than sad because she deserved to be with someone great. Plus, if he stayed with her, he would never have met you.
Jungkook stops in his tracks when he spots two students from his 12:15 class standing behind a small outdoor table. They appear to be selling something he can’t quite make out due to the distance.
“Dr. Jeon!” The girl waves when she catches her professor looking in their direction.
Jungkook walks up to the table with a smile. “Mi-suk, Doyun,” he greets each individually. It’s at this point that he’s able to see a dozen frames of sea glass art spread across the table. “Did you guys make these?”
The pair nod in unison. “We went to the beach this summer and found a lot of glass so we decided to do something with it.” Doyun, Mi-suk’s boyfriend, holds up one of the framed pieces that are decorated with green and blue sea glass. “This one is about lovebirds. See the heart that connects them?”
The birds that he refers to are easily seen from the sea glass’s sharp edges and carefully selected clustering. The heart is also made out of sea glass and lays between both birds. It’s a simplistic yet meaningful design.
“We wanted the heart to be interpreted in all kinds of ways from love to new beginnings like–“
“A child.” Jungkook takes the words out of Mi-suk, in a low whisper. “How much?” He digs out his wallet from his back pocket.
“33000 won. ($25 USD).” Doyun responds. “Do you have a child on the way?” Mi-suk jabs her boyfriend in the side at this.
“You don’t have to tell us Dr. Jeon. We don’t want to be nosy.” She laughs it out but Jungkook shakes his head at her.
“It’s no big deal. I’m married but we don’t have a kid at the moment. My wife loves art and she loves sea glass so, I’d like to hang one of these in our home.” He hands over the cash and takes the artwork from Doyun.
“Thank you, Dr. Jeon,” Doyun remains polite and puts the money in the cash box.
“Do you have a picture of her?” Mi-suk asks to which her boyfriend says “Now who’s being nosy?”, earning him another jab to his side.
Jungkook pulls out a small, lightly crinkled photo of you from his wallet. “This is her.” He shows it to them with a proud expression–he enjoys showing you off every chance he gets.
“She’s so beautiful Dr. Jeon! You both look so good together wow.”
“She makes us look good together.” Jungkook chuckles and slides the photo back into his wallet.
“Aww, why don’t you ever say things like that?” Mi-suk turns to her boyfriend who only shrugs.
“Why do I have to be the one to say it? Why can’t you say it?” Doyun moves to fold his arms but Jungkook gives a grimace, hinting him not to follow through. “Sorry babe, I’ll do it more often.”
Young love, Jungkook thinks. “I have to get going now, making dinner before she gets home. But thanks for the sea glass art. I’ll see you both in class on Wednesday.” He waves goodbye and heads for his car.
“He makes dinner for her too…” Mi-suk watches as her professor leaves. “You’ve never made dinner for me.” She shifts her eyes to her boyfriend who’s too busy counting the money they’ve earned so far to see her distraught face.
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“Where did you get that?” You point at the new art piece hanging from the wall with your chopsticks. “It’s lovely. Are those birds?”
“Yeah, they’re love birds. A couple of my students were selling seaglass art in the middle of campus. I thought one would look nice on our wall and you like this type of art right?” Your husband takes a bite of the roasted chicken he’s made.
“I do,” you say. “Thank you for bringing one home. How was your first day back at the university?”
“Fine, my morning class is struggling but I’m hoping the energy will pick up as the semester progresses. The afternoon class is good, they seem like a fun bunch. Looking forward to the year. What about you? How was work?”
“Oh, nothing much to tell. I had a meeting with one of our business partners. Went over a series of analytical reports with him, and made suggestions on what they could do to make better-informed business decisions.”
“Yeah? Did they sound like they’d take them?” You giggle when some of the sauce from the chicken smears the corner of his mouth. “What?” he looks at you for an answer.
“Wipe your mouth. There’s sauce all over it.” You hand him a napkin and he cleans himself off. “But back to your question, they seemed receptive to my advice. We’ll see what happens in the next three months though, time will tell if they listened or not.”
“Well,” he swallows down his bite before continuing. “If they have any sense they’ll follow your suggestions. Still, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink.”
You nod in agreement. “So, did anything else happen for you today? I really don’t have much else to share other than that. It was a fairly normal day.”
Jungkook sets his chopsticks on his plate and takes a drink of his beer. “There’s a few things I need to talk to you about. Oh, also,” he interrupts his own line of thought, “the note you left me was sweet. I have it on my desk by my computer.”
“I thought maybe you could use some encouragement on your first day so you’re welcome. What do you need to talk to me about?”
“First on the agenda is Taehyung. He stopped by my office and told me that he’s got a partnership with that gallery downtown. The one he displayed his work at years ago when you were in postgrad. Turns out the owner needs financial support so he’s decided to help them out as a part-owner.”
Jungkook sees that you’re just as surprised as he was when he first heard the news. “So he owns that gallery now? That man gets around well. You know that’s something about Taehyung, he’s a good networker. Never have to worry about if he knows someone or not.”
“It’s one of his strengths for sure. Taehyung’s asked me to ask you if you’d be interested in showcasing some of your artwork. He says they’re looking for more artists for their gallery and that he’d like to have your work displayed. What do you think?”
“I–what?” Getting to showcase your art has been one of your biggest dreams since a teenager. But after countless failed attempts to take your art beyond the studio, you’ve nearly given up hope that any galley would accept your pieces. “Are you shitting me Jungkook?”
“I know it’s shocking. Taehyung literally just dropped the bomb on me today and this is 100% real. If you want to get your art out there, Taehyung can pull the right strings to make that happen. Now that I think of it, he didn’t tell me when to get back to him. Probably will need to text him whenever you make your decision I guess.”
“I think I’d love to be able to do that. I don’t even know which ones to show though, I have so many to choose from.”
“I’m sure if you take a week to think it over you’ll be able to narrow down your options. And besides, this doesn’t have tp be the only set of paintings you show off. You can always switch them out from time to time. Taehyung will see that it happens.”
“Damn,” you say. “Kim Taehyung really has the whole world in the palm of his hand huh?” That man has more power in his little toe than all the world’s leaders combined.
“Taehyung is…one of a kind.” Jungkook leans his body forward, arms crossed on the dining table. “There’s a second topic I’d like to talk about too if it’s alright?”
“Shoot.”
“I have a therapy session with Hoseok on Thursday after work. I should be able to get back before 5 p.m. but we might want to order out for dinner that night.” There’s a trace of nervousness as he tells you so you reach out to sneak a hand into one of his.
“That’s fine, I can pick something up on my way home from work. I’m glad he was able to get you in this week.”
Jungkook flickers his eyes down at your hand in his, then back up to your face.“It probably goes without saying but I’m not sure what’ll come from this session. And even if it does go well, I can’t promise that we can start a baby right away. I mean maybe we can, I’m not saying we can’t but–”
“It’s okay Kookie,” you say gently. “This isn’t only about us having a baby or not you know? You’ve had a lot of challenges with your parents that I think Hoseok can help you talk through. I want you to be able to have clarity in those areas of your life too.”
“Thank you __. I love you so much.” He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it.
“I’m glad you wiped your mouth off before you did that,” you tease, playfully. Jungkook immediately lets go of your hand and gets up to walk to your side of the table.
“Come here smart ass,” he orders, grabbing your face to pepper several kisses on your cheeks.
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Draining.
That’s the one word that comes to Jungkook’s mind if he were to sum up the rest of the week. He enjoys teaching at the university but four days in he’s already feeling the stress kinks in his neck.
“Mm.” Jungkook rolls his shoulders back to stretch the tense muscles–it’s a good thing he’s seeing Hoseok today. After getting a good stretch out, he puts his car key in the ignition and heads for the practice downtown.
"Come in, come in," Hoseok greets Jungkook with a beaming smile once he arrives at his office no short of ten minutes later. His room is on the smaller side but it has a harmonious energy with the way the sun peaks through the blinds. "How's your week been?"
Jungkook takes a seat in the large, cozy chair angled across Hoseok. He leans against the back lazily and lets out a long sigh. "It's alright, tiring, but it's to be expected. You?"
"Roughly the same.” Hoseok shuts the door and takes a seat in the chair diagonal to Jungkook. “I’ve had more patients this week than usual which has made me short on time lately. But I'm happy to make time for them."
"Thank you for seeing me this week. I was surprised when you said you could given how full your schedule gets.”
Hoseok waves his hand in dismissal. “Oh, of course, it’s no problem,” he reassures. “I had an opening so that’s why I offered. You and __ are also good friends of mind; I’m more than willing to meet with you today Jungkook. So…why don’t we get started? How was taking care of Yoongi’s rambunctious twins? You’ve taken care of them before right?”
At this, Jungkook sits straight up in his seat, his shoulders back and eyes directly trained on Hoseok. He appears stiff like the tin man from The Wizard of Oz. “Feel free to sit back,” Hoseok lightly suggests. “This isn’t a test or anything so you can relax and get comfortable if you’d like.”
“Okay.” Jungkook follows his friend’s suggestion and sinks into the back of the chair. His hands relax on his spread-out thighs. “So yeah, we’ve taken care of Yoongi’s girl before. Ari and Eun-ji have no shortage of attitude that’s for sure.” He chuckles, then continues. “They’re sweet though. I had this warm, positive energy throughout that whole night. Usually, I never have a strong feeling towards being around kids. It’s always been ‘ah they’re cute but not for me’ or ‘yes hyung, I’ll be fine to take them for a day’ but it wouldn’t go any further. I told __ about it and I think she’s holding onto hope that it means I’m changing my mind about kids.”
“And are you changing your mind? Sometimes those strong emotions will come at specific moments and they can give a false narrative. You and __ have been thinking about a baby recently which may influence these new feelings. But we have to be careful that they don’t blur what you actually want.” Hoseok pauses a second to let Jungkook maul over his words.
“It’s like this,” he continues. “You want to have a baby with her because you love her but last time we met, you said you weren’t sure if you could want it naturally for yourself. Now that you know what the other wants, and you’ve had a picture of what having kids may look like with the twins, you are more welcoming of the idea of starting a family. ‘Maybe it won’t be so bad’, your mind will tell you–‘Maybe this can really happen and I’ll be okay with it’. Meanwhile, your subconscious will say the complete opposite–that you’re pressuring yourself to feel a certain way to get that ideal outcome of giving your wife a baby. Which in turn, makes her happy and gives you security in your marriage and in yourself. I’m not saying this is exactly what’s going on but it’s a possibility to consider. Does this make sense?”
“I get what you’re saying.” Jungkook gives a brief nod. “I’m trying to be careful not to go by my feelings alone or say yes to a child out of pure tolerance of it or a willingness to please my wife. I’ve had some minor hiccups with saying we can have a baby at random times to __ . It’s caused her confusion so I’m more careful to not do stuff like that so casually. But I really am thinking about potentially starting a family so I think my mind really is changing. It’s like I’m 60% there but 40% not there.”
“60% there and 40% not there,” Hoseok repeats. “Could you break those down for me? How did you come to those percentages?”
“Well, I’m 60% because after giving it a lot of thought, I don’t dislike kids so I’m open to having them, any children I’ve been around recently have oddly uplifted my spirits, and I love my wife so if there’s anyone I could have a family with, it’d be with her. I’m 40% not there because I’m afraid I’ll revert back to my previous mindset if said child were to come. I don’t know if I can trust myself.”
“There seems to be a small pattern forming–you being uplifted around children,” Hoseok replies. “Patterns of behavior can be a measurement of progress or lack thereof. If you’ve been repeatedly uplifted around kids that’s something to think about as you sort through the matter of starting a family with __. You can trust yourself more in the conclusions you come to when there is repeated behavior and action to support them. Now as far as you being afraid you’ll revert back to your old self, why did that old Jungkook not want children? Was it a lack of interest in itself or were there external influences?”
“Uh, I guess I wanted to live a life focused on my career. My parents have done the same, but I wanted to do it separately from them. Growing up was always about meeting goals, whether they were academically or socially based. My parents were pretty absent from my life outside those frames. I couldn’t know them up close, like a healthy parent-child relationship. So when I grew up the thought of having children disinterested me. I’m happy for people who have kids but I didn’t see myself in a parenting role myself. I wasn’t fit for it either, so why have a child that I can’t properly take care of? I’d do better focusing on my career and maybe having a partner when the time came. That was my mindset.”
“It starts as disinterest and shifts to inadequacy,” Hoseok thinks a moment as he processes the explanation. The wheels turn in his head as he sorts through the information disclosed to him. “Jungkook,” he slowly starts. “Do you see yourself as naturally insecure? It seems like this different life you are describing works well for you and you’re comfortable with it, partly due to how you were raised. So the thought of something new coming into your life, like a baby, risks flipping your life upside down. You’re in turn, left vulnerable and scrabbling for what the proper course of action is. This leads to my next question–do you have a fear of becoming like your parents?”
“I suppose I do, but I never put that much weight into it before because I always thought I’d do better than them. And for the most part, I have. When it comes to raising a child though, the potential of following their lead still frightens me.”
“Given the environment you grew up in, that's completely understandable. Unfortunately, your parents didn’t raise you as a child but more of an employee or predecessor that only adds to their self-value. If it’s any encouragement, you being aware that they raised you poorly and successfully becoming a person that doesn’t embody their harmful traits means you will likely not end up like them. So you can be at ease, Jungkook. You’ll raise your children with a healthy mindset–separate from your parents.”
“Just to clarify, hyun–Dr. Jung, you’re saying that I've been against having a child because I’m worried I’ll lose my comfortable lifestyle; my security in other words. And because I’m scared to become my parents which shouldn’t be a fear because I know what they did was wrong?” Jungkook struggles to wrap his mind around the logic.
“It’s alright that you still have that apprehension Jungkook, the fear of following in your parent’s footsteps. I’m suggesting that it won’t happen because you’ve become a person who actively repulses those poor choices that they’ve made. So if you were to have a child, the chances of them being raised as you were is significantly low. Also, you wouldn’t be raising the child alone. __ will be there with you every step of the way and all of us who have been your friends for ages will be more than willing to help you too. Yoongi and Seokjin been fathers for years so they’ll be the first ones to offer a proper hand.”
“So wait, does this mean I’m ready to be a parent then? Because I see your point and it’s starting to make sense. I think I am leaning towards being one but I'm unsure if I can have a child right away. __ won’t say it but I think she’ll want to get pregnant fairly soon if I agree to having a baby. I don’t want to disappoint her.”
“It’s still up to you to decide if you’re ready or not, Jungkook.” Hosoek clears his throat, leaning forward in his chair. “Here’s what I’m saying. Your aversion to having kids doesn’t seem like a mere disinterest in kids. It’s more of an insecurity in yourself that you can work through with some help. Plus, part of you wants a child because you’ve had positive experiences with them recently. I believe, with all the factors we've discussed, you will be able to better understand the source of your hesitation and openness toward starting a family. This will help you make a clearer decision on the matter instead of holding yourself back from one based on previous misconceptions–”
“So that’s it then,” Jungkook interrupts as if enlightened. “I actually do want a baby, generally speaking. I’ve just been looking at the whole issue the wrong way, holding myself back and such.”
“Uh okay, slow down there,” Hoseok eases. “You don’t have to make the decision to have a baby right away. I’m glad you’re beginning to understand your situation more but for now, let’s talk more about this subject okay?”
Jungkook nods in agreement and continues his session with Hoseok for another half hour. He feels good by the end, so good that he schedules another meeting with him next week.
And yeah, he thinks he really does want that baby. When he gets home he’s going to wrap you in his arms and tell you all about it.
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Jungkook finds you on the living room couch when he gets home. Your legs are tucked underneath you as you scroll on your phone. You're out of your work clothes and have a plain t-shirt and shorts on instead.
"Hey," you greet your husband. "How was it?"
Your husband rushes to sit beside you, the cushion bouncing due to his eagerness. He proceeds to tell you everything that Hoseok said, from his inner struggles with his parents to his own insecurities with fatherhood. By the end of his spiel, you're delighted that your husband's gotten helpful insight but are in utter shock as well.
"I–wow I'm blown away at how good seeing Hosoek was for you. I knew he'd help you a ton being who he is but I wasn't expecting you to be this enthusiastic to talk about babies." You let out a nervous laugh. "Sorry, nothing's funny. I need a minute to process everything, that's all."
You head to the kitchen for a glass of water. Jungkook follows behind you.
"You know...we met at a time that a child wasn't really in the cards, but now we're at a place that I think it could work," he says. "Hoseok helped me understand my hesitation and openness towards starting a family. And by the end, the thought of having a baby excited me more than scared me because we'll be doing it together."
"Are you–Junkook, are you really serious about all this?" You lean against the kitchen counter with a glass in your hand. "This a big step for us and I don't want you to have to make a quick decision. I know it was me who brought up having a family first, so it's no problem if we need to take more time to–"
"I want to do this with you __." Jungkook walks over to you and takes the cup from your hand to set it on the countertop. He then folds his hands over yours. "Nothing would make me happier than having a baby together. You still want to, don't you?"
"I do," you swallow hard and stare into his loving eyes. A small smile creeps on your face when the reality of the situation hits you–you're actually going through with this; you're going to start a family.
"So..." Jungkook drawls, inching his body closer to you.
"So, what?"
"So don't take your birth control tomorrow if you don't want to." He drops your hands at that in favor of cupping your cheeks instead, bringing you into a passionate kiss. You moan when the kiss deepens and you feel his muscular body press you further against the counter.
"Not in the kitchen," you mumble between kisses.
"Could be fun though," Jungkook smirks and brings his hands around your waist, lifting you up on the surface. Experience tells you to wrap your arms and legs around him so you do. And when he goes back for another kiss, he makes sure to bite on your bottom lip so he can slip his tongue in your mouth.
"Mhph–" you moan when his hands slip underneath your shirt, dragging it up until you lift your arms for him to take it off. He moves to your neck next, placing several open-mouth kisses on the delicate skin that is sure to turn into bluish-purple hickeys in the morning. "Jungkook," you tug his hair roughly.
Your husband grunts at the gesture and traces his fingers along your bare skin until they find the delicate band of your bra. He unclasps the material in seconds, leaving your nipples pebbling from the cool air.
"Is it too soon for me to say I can't wait until these are lactating?" He cups the swell of your breasts and circles his thumbs over your hardened buds. You mewl at the touch, arousal already collecting between your thighs.
"They'll be for the baby," you reply. "Not you."
Jungkook growls immediately and brings his mouth over a breast. The relentless sucking and licking makes you throw your head back in pleasure. He moves to your other breast after his teeth tug at your nipple a few times, repeating the process all over again. "Fuck–" you yelp when one of his tugs gets a little too harsh.
"Shit, I'm sorry baby." He draws his teeth back and starts licking the bud soothingly. "Feel better?"
"Mm," you whine. "Need more, please."
Jungkook knows exactly what you're asking for so he gives your nipples one last lick each, then pecks your lips. His sturdy arms lift you off the counter next and carries you into the bedroom where he lays you on the bed.
"Just a second," he says. You nod and watch him yank his shirt over his head, revealing his toned body. It's always sexy to see him taking his clothes off like this, you think to yourself. He removes his pants; leaving his briefs on, then climbs on the bed with you. "You're so effortlessly beautiful you know that? I'm gonna make you feel good tonight baby," he promises and plants gentle kisses down your abdomen.
You raise your butt a little when he starts peeling your shorts and underwear off. "Fuck, I didn't know you could get this wet," he comments, spreading your thighs apart so he can comfortably sit between them. A single finger drags up your slit, a moment after and you buck your hips at the suddenness. "How many fingers do you want? Or do you want to skip to my tongue eating you out? I'll do whatever you tell me, baby."
You moan hearing the last part. Jungkook is always quick to please. "Both, please. Your fingers and mouth," you say, gripping the sheets in preparation.
At your word, Jungkook slowly pushes a finger into your wet pussy. The initial squelch gives both of you pleasure; a shiver runs down your spine and Jungkook's underwear tightens.
"Oh god," you moan when a second finger slides next to the first one, both curling inside you just right. "One more, need one more." Jungkook pumps his fingers into you two more times, then adds a third.
"Like it?" he asks, fingers moving faster in you. "Feeling good?"
"Yes, fuck–keep going Kook."
Jungkook continues pumping his finger inside you, carefully watching you bite your lip as he does. He loves seeing you like this–getting so fucked out over his fingers. "Shit–" he grunts and leans his head between your thighs when he sees some of your pearly white liquid drip down your thighs and onto the bed sheets.
"Fuckfuckfuck," you repeat, nearly breathless as your husband starts licking a long stripe across your sex. He removes his fingers before doing it again, allowing him to dip the tip of his tongue into your folds ever so slightly. "I think I'm about to come," you warn and claw at his luscious hair with one hand.
Jungkook takes this as the perfect time to start sucking your clit, biting it teasingly until you finally have your first orgasm of the night. When he lifts his head from your pussy, his mouth and chin are both glistening with your cum. "I love eating you out," he says, using his arm to wipe his mouth and chin, "You always taste like fucking candy. And you have no idea how turns on it makes me to see you enjoying it just as much."
"I'm pretty sure I can take a good guess," you reply, eyeing his obvious erection. "Want me to suck you off?" You move to slide the band of his briefs down but he stops the movement.
"Not tonight baby," he says. "I really just want to fuck you now."
"You sure?" you ask again but he only gets off the bed and removes his underwear. His hard cock smacks against his abdomen when he does, making your pussy clench around nothing.
"Missionary?" Jungkook crawls back on the bed and guides you on your back before throwing your legs over his shoulder. "Heard this angle is good for making babies." He winks and you laugh at his sudden playfulness.
"Kook, you know it'll be a few months before I'll be able to get pregnant right? Since I've been on birth control for years?"
"Well, I guess we're getting a head start then." Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows at you flirtatiously then slowly sinks the tips of his length into your pussy until bottoming out.
"Oh fuck," you both moan in unison at the familiar stretch. You and Jungkook have had a lot of sex over the years but not like this; this is a whole new experience.
"You're gonna make such a pretty mama," he coos, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of you. You feel the pressure in your core start to build at the simple comment. "You want me to make you round with our child don't you?"
"Yes–please, I want it so bad."
"My poor baby." Jungkook quickens his pace, pulling his cock out before slamming back in. Every thrust is rougher than the last, leaving you in a moaning mess as your body bounces up and down on the mattresses. "Gonna give you as many as you want now okay? Gonna fill this pussy up so good."
"Kook!" You scream and clench uncontrollably around him as he continues fucking you at what you can only call an animalistic pace. His hair is messy, body sweating, and his teeth are clamped together in sheer pleasure.
"Fuck!" He lets out another loud groan, his tatted hand clinging onto your legs while the other presses down on your stomach. "Look at you taking me so well," he praises. "Always so good for me or do you really want a baby that bad hm? Talk to me baby, tell me how it feels having your guts rearranged."
"It–" you can barely speak as his cock beats into you messily, his balls slapping against your asscheeks as he does. "It feels so good, shit! Don't stop!" You claw the sheets, desperate to cling onto something.
"Yeah? You want me to keep fucking you like this?" He pushes down on your stomach a little more. The added pressure makes it so you can feel his cock even more.
"Oh god, oh god fuck–" your eyes roll to the back of your head as your pussy starts spasming from all the thrusting. "So close, I'm so close Jungkook..."
"I can tell baby," he grunts. "You're squeezing me so tight but you're also so fucking wet. Come whenever you're ready okay? I'm going get us both there."
The next thirty seconds to a minute consists of Jungkook snapping his hips and several of your broken moans echoing off the walls of your bedroom. Finally, after a series of long, hard thrusts, you both reach your peak and have your release.
"I love you so much," Jungkook lets go of your legs and moves to straddle you. His elbows come up on either side of your head as he leans in for a kiss.
"I love you too," you mumble and card your fingers through his hair. "You're going to make a wonderful father Kook."
"Only because of you," he whispers before capturing your lips in simultaneously the most fiery and sweet kiss you've ever shared.
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"What time is it?" You lazily throw an arm around your husband but to your dissatisfaction, it slips off him and hits the mattress instead. He's getting up for work–crap.
"It's 5:30 a.m," Jungkook replies and stands up from the bed, back muscles flexing as he does. He's still naked from last night and so are you now that you think about it. "I need to hop in the shower for work."
You reach forward to catch his wrist before he can move any further. "Let me join you."
Jungkook smiles. You're so beautiful with the way the soft sheets wrap around your bare skin. And your grip on his wrist makes him wish he could crawl back in bed with you.
"As wonderful as that sounds, we both know what'll happen if you jump in the shower with me. And we don't have enough time for that today. Sleep instead, okay?" He gives you a quick kiss and heads for the bathroom.
"Kook–" You kick the covers off your body and follow him.
"What are you doing?" he turns his head in your direction when he feels a cool breeze coming from the door.
"I need to shower too," you say and step behind him in the tub.
"Alright," he narrows his eyes at you. "I'll allow it but behave." When he turns on the hot water you grab your bodywash from the shelf.
"Mhm," you hum. "I definitely will."
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You definitely did not. Which is why your husband is about to be late to his lecture with potential hickeys on his neck. You tried to be careful not to put them anywhere visible though—the kids don't need to see that.
"I gotta leave honey," he kisses you by the front door, keys jingling in his hand. "Bye," another kiss. "Yup bye…okay I love you but if I can't get fired by not showing up to class."
You give him one last smooch before reluctantly letting him go. "Oh wait, your collar." You smooth the fabric down for him when you see the crinkles. Jungkook likes it when you groom him like this, it's cute.
"Thanks," he says. "Love you!"
Once he's out of sight you shut the door behind him and walk back to your bedroom.
oh god.
You immediately stand still when you feel a sudden throbbing in your head. You place a hand over your stomach and close your eyes in hopes it'll pass.
"I think I need some water," you say. "I'm so nauseous. This has to be a dizzy spell. No way I'm pregnant after one night of being off my birth control." You dismiss the idea at the mere thought. "It's too soon."
Despite your protests, you decide to pick up a pregnancy test on your way home from work—just to be sure.
"Negative," you read the results of the test later that night. Outside the bathroom, you hear your husband rustling about in the bedroom. "Well, we'll just keep trying."
You smile, anticipating the start of your new life with Jungkook.
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A/N: What do you think of the ending? I know oc is negative for pregnancy but she just got off bc so it'll take a few months. Still, they will keep trying ;) stayed tuned for an epilogue and hit me up with drabble ideas, as I will be writing more myself haha. Love You!! 😘
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lyney-s-bitch · 1 year
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how about headcanons about some of the genshin boys‘ reaction to you squirting? I’d like to see diluc, tartaglia, kazuha, cyno, xiao, tighnari, alhaitham and scaramouche ;)
hello luv~
I will split my Genshin writing debut (aka this request) into two parts due to the amount of characters, so enjoy pt. 1 for now!!
EDIT: pt. 2 is up!!
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Genshin boys reacting to you squirting for the first time (nsfw) || pt.1
Diluc
• mans is dumbfounded (and kinda in awe)
• he looks up at you and blinks a few times, parts of his face covered in splatters of your slick
• "Well.. That’s new" he remarks, still processing what just happened while absentmindedly swiping his thumb across his bottom lip
• and you can bet your ass he’s going to make an effort to recall and memorize exactly what he did to get you there
• might even ask you what it was that you especially liked this time (he’ll wait until you’ve calmed down from your high before interrogating you though, he’s not a monster)
• and once he deems you ready for more, he will put his new hypothesis to the test right away bc he definitely wants you to do it again
• he’s a clean man and generally prefers not to get too messy, but in this case he doesn’t mind putting in some extra work for the cleanup after
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Childe/Tartaglia
• this man did it on purpose, 1000%
• not surprised in the slightest, but visibly elated at the fact that he finally got his sweet, innocent (on the outside at least-) girlie to squirt for him
• yes, he had been working towards it ever since you first started getting intimate with each other
• he’s an ambitious guy, training and practicing to get better at everything he does, and sex with his girlie is no different
• he can be a huge jerk, both in the streets and in the sheets, but in the end your pleasure and enjoyment is definitely top priority
• and what will he do now that he’s achieved this goal? why of course he’ll keep adding onto it to keep maximizing your pleasure
• meaning overstimulation all the way baby, now even more than usual
• he always enjoys your whining and begging, even more so when you’re crying because everything is just too much
• but he will always just shush you with a smile, kissing away your tears and cooing "I know baby, I know… but you’ll need to bear with it for just a while longer, yeah? Do it for me angel"
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Tighnari
• "Oh? I didn’t know females could do that too. You must’ve enjoyed yourself a lot just now, darling" the man with the fox ears purrs, visibly fascinated
• he assumes you didn’t know you could do that either, else you surely would’ve told him before, right?
• meaning he’ll have to find out himself how to please you in a way that gets you this ecstatic again
• like Diluc, he’ll inquire what it was that you particularly enjoyed
• he’s more… detailed with his inquisitions though, and very prone to experiment
• he’ll be trying out variations of "methods" and techniques on you, curious to explore the various reactions he is able to draw from you
• and yes, he does take notes. actual notes.
• so congrats, you just managed to become the Forest Watcher Academic’s #1 test subject and are in for a LOT of fun (and work😭😭👋🏼)
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Kazuha
• "Mmm such a good girl for me.. You did so well my love"
• a very humble man, not smug about being the source of your immense pleasure (ofc he’s still somewhat proud tho)
• will thoroughly lick you clean and then scoop you up into his lap to pull you into a deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on his sinful tongue (quite the generous gesture, seeing as he himself loves the taste of you so much)
• will try to get you to squirt for him again in the future, but doesn’t make it his main goal
• he prefers to just enjoy the moment and the emotional intimacy between the two of you, a "goal" such as this would only sully the act for him
• he’s an extremely attentive lover in general, picking up on every little reaction you offer him upon his touch, so you will enjoy yourself to the fullest every time, whether you squirt or not
• on a side note: if you were to specifically ask him to make you squirt again, he will. he now definitely knows how, and who is he to deny his love the pleasure she wishes for?
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Admiration or More? (Choi San)
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⭑ Synopsis: you land a job working as a helper for Choi San, he’s just as mysterious, bold and direct as you remember and when you first see him you barely recognize him as he hardly cuts his hair and barely tries to dress up like before. You look up to him but as the days go by you’re starting to wonder if you admired him or if there was something more to it.
⭑ Genre: smut, fluff
⭑ Notes: making out, fingering, pussy eating, Fem!Reader, San’s personality in this story is described as quiet, direct and really flirtatious but he’s only flirty with the reader, smoking (I don’t encourage it) , cursing, incredibly long read hopefully it’s a fun one though!
! Support and comments are so appreciated <3
Not proof read saur please ignore any mistakes thank u !
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You stood at his front door, nervous and unsure of just how much he might’ve changed. You haven’t seen him in years, you hadn’t even known what he’d been up to and how he was going to greet you, you just know that there was no point in sitting here like an idiot waiting for something to happen, starting today you’re going to be working for him so turning around wasn’t an option.
Before doing anything you took a deep breath, exhaling to get rid of the extra nerves before reluctantly ringing his doorbell, the camera outside of his house turning to face you before shuffling behind the door was heard. When he opened the door nothing could prepare you for the way that he looked, the silence, the cigarette smoke flying the other way as he turned his head just slightly to exhale it.
He looked like he hadn’t left his house in weeks.
“Y/n.”
“San..”
“I didn’t think you’d actually show up, been years since I saw you.”
He scratches the back of his head, eyes wondering to check you out, you can’t tell if it’s innocent or inappropriate because his face was always so stoic and void of any expression. He really hasn’t changed hasn’t he?
He steps back from the door, letting you know that it was alright to come in so you walk past him, immediately slipping out of your shoes and walking further into his house. He follows behind you, but not before tossing his cigarette outside and onto the ground, closing the door behind him. When you take the time to look at your surroundings you can truly see how much of a mess he was really living in and all you could do was look on speechless as he stood there seemingly aware of the state of his home.
“Looks bad I know, that’s why I hired you.”
“You work from home right?”
“Yeah, but I tend to lose track of time, I get way too busy most days and can’t really look after this place or even myself, I eat a lot of instant food or have something delivered.”
You couldn’t believe what you were even seeing, however you are thankful of the fact that at best his home was messy and practically flipped upside down, it wasn’t disgustingly dirty but that doesn’t mean it’d be quick to clean either which means you’ve definitely got your work cut out for you, there was much to be done. Taking your purse off your shoulders you dig into it, pulling out a notepad and pen, San looks on curiously as you lock eyes with him.
“I need you to give me a full list of what I’ll be doing everytime I’m here. I’ll also need a list of what you like to eat, as well as snack on. Be very detailed and leave nothing out.”
“That seems like a lot of work, and speaking of..I’ve gotta get back to it soon.”
You let out a deep sigh, already he was being so frustrating, why did you admire him again?
“San you hired me to take care of the house and you whilst you’re working, if you’re not going to tell me what needs to be done then why am I here?”
“Maybe I just wanted some company,” He says with a shrug of his shoulders “but I’m not going to push your buttons any further.” From there he gives you a pretty detailed list of all the household chores you need to do, his favorite foods and things he enjoyed snacking on. You checked his fridge, seeing that he unsurprisingly didn’t have a single thing in there but old ingredients that he’ll never use, you’ll have to do some grocery shopping, a bit of deep cleaning and most likely some laundry, a pretty heavy day but one you were prepared for.
San gives you his bank card for any purchases you might need and heads back into his room, leaving the door slightly cracked and if you’re honest you were too afraid to check the state of that area and left it for later. Grocery shopping was quick and easy, you managed to get ingredients you’ll need later for cooking, Some snacks, drinks and instant food that he can eat whenever you’re not there to work but you’ll try to cook meals that can be refrigerated,you even got yourself a cute little apron but not without asking San if it was alright first.
You arrived back at the house, placing the grocery bags on the table and neatly putting everything away, occasionally during this time you saw San leave his room but only for the bathroom and although he didn’t really look at you he did thank you for accepting this job and helping him out, and you don’t exactly know why but that made your heart flutter.
You hum to yourself as you sweep the floor, mop, throw garbage in the trash bags and fix anything that seemed messy or out of place, you tried to do so as quickly as possible so that you’d have time to make dinner before going back home. A bit exhausted you Throw yourself on the couch, stretching your limbs, checking your phone ever so often to keep track of the time-you forgot you had to do laundry but that could be done while cooking so you figured it wouldn’t be much of a problem.
“Maybe I should bring him water and a snack before dinner..” you mumble to yourself, as you head back over to the kitchen, searching for something light. You didn’t want to bring anything that could make him full so you grab a small bag of chips and a water from the fridge, making your way over to his room.
At first you softly knocked on the door, it was open just slightly but you didn’t wish to invade his privacy by just walking in, clearly though he wasn’t registering the soft knocks so you had to go for something a bit more louder, only then did he respond.
“Come in.” You walk into the room, seeing that it actually didn’t look that bad aside from the tossed clothes and cigarette butts on his desk, he turns in his chair, a hand running through his hair so that he could get a better look at you.
“Um, I thought you might want a Snack and something to drink while waiting for dinner, I’ve already cleaned I just need to cook and do your laundry.”
You expected him to go up to you first to accept it but he only remained sat, the v-neck of his shirt sliding down to reveal his shoulder “are you going to bring it to me?” The deep tone of his voice caught you off guard and you felt goosebumps travel through your arm as you walked closer and held the snack and water out.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you.”
“Doesn’t bother me, besides I’m almost done so if you’d like to straighten up in here a bit I don’t mind.”
“Mm not much to do aside from collect your dirty clothes and throw out those cigarettes butts…and speaking of dirty..”
He gives you a blank expression “dirty?”
“You reek of cigarette smoke..Please go take a shower or a bath..anything to make the smell go away, and leave those clothes you’re wearing in front of the bathroom door so that I can wash them.” He sniffs the shirt he’s wearing and you blush when he pulls on the hem of it, slowly pulling it up and off his his body. He holds it out for you to take to which you look the other way and grab it.
“Why’re you looking the other way? it’s not like I’m naked.”
Yeah he’s not, but you didn’t want him to get any funny ideas if he saw how flustered you were, hence the look away.
“Just get back to what you were doing before.” He shrugs his shoulders and turns back to his desk, leaving you to collect any dirty clothes and pile them in the basket he had in a corner. You place the basket on top of the washer and head to the kitchen to start dinner first, you decided to cook various meats with white rice and some stu, since you knew he’d been working all day so something like this should fill him up.
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While you’re cooking you hear the creek of his door opening and footsteps fading towards the bathroom, 20 minutes later the footsteps return but you’re too busy to look back. Since you weren’t doing laundry at the moment he simply put his pants and underwear in the basket and as you’re chopping up some vegetables you see a pair of hands stretch in front of you, his chest touching your back as he looks down “do I smell good now?”
Him speaking into your ear made you shiver, causing you to drop the knife on the cutting board. There’s a hint of a smile on his face as he moves back and you can finally see that he’s freshly showered and his hair was much shorter now, that long hair made a really big difference because now he was looking much like how he used to all those years ago. “Did you give yourself a haircut?” He nods
“Thought I could use one, it has been awhile.” He says running his fingers through them only for the hair to fall back in place.
“Please tell me you didn’t leave a mess in there..”
“I promise I didn’t, so don’t worry about it.”
You look down to also see that he’s only got a towel wrapped around his waist and nothing else, the water droplets on his chest gliding down. You avert your eyes and get back to the cutting board, he seems extremely amused by your reaction. “Well..dinners almost ready so please go put some clothes on,” your voice trails off “unless it’s also part of the job for me to dress you.”
“I wouldn’t mind if you did.”
“I wasn’t being serious.” You say with a deep sigh and you hear him chuckle quietly before he walks off back into his room. You had the Image of him practically naked stuck in your head, there was something about the way his towel barely clung onto him, his lean body and wide shoulders flexing as he stood against the counter next to you.
At this rate the next time you come over you’ll probably see him completely naked since he was so comfortable wearing nothing around you.
You managed to finish cooking despite the interruptions and now here you are sitting in the living room on the floor, San sitting on the other side of the coffee table. “My friends want to go to dinner tomorrow can you come with me?” His expression is so blank that you can’t even tell if his question was genuine or if he was joking.
“Um sure, but why do you want me to tag along?”
“Because maybe if you do they’ll assume I finally have a partner and stop pestering me to get one.”
“So you just want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?” He leans back, swallowing the rice that was in his mouth, swiping any that might’ve been on his face “not really, you don’t even have to do anything but be there and they’ll just assume.” For a split second you see him raise his eyebrows, “This food is good by the way.”
“Your fridge was empty when I came in this morning..do you even eat?”
He scratches his neck, finishing his dish and washing it down with Some water. “I do, I just don’t cook, never been too good at it so i order takeout or eat instant noodles.”
“How you’re so fit despite not eating home cooked meals is beyond me..”
“Guess it’s just genetics, I mean I do workout a lot but my family has always been on the leaner Side.” You watch as scoots over next to you, resting his hand on your head “if you’re going to come with me to dinner tomorrow you should stay over.” The heat from his body, the scent of his lotion…all of it was really making your head spin. “I would but I didn’t pack anything for myself, no pajamas, no underwear.”
“Eh but you’re gonna do laundry right? Just wash your underwear and dry it here, I have clothes you can wear to sleep in.” You thought about it for some time, it’s not like you really had anything to do after this or anyone to go home to so it wouldn’t kill you to stay and besides you did have to come back tomorrow either way so it would be more convenient.
“Suppose I’ll stay, I should go do the laundry and shower to kill time.”
“I should have a clean shirt and a pair of shorts under the sink cabinet.”
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You stepped out of the bathroom, tired but waiting for the laundry to be done. As you stood at the dryer San walks over, stopping in place when he sees you in his oversized sweater, and shorts, both clinging to your body, his eyes dropping down to your chest as it was clear you weren’t wearing any underwear underneath. he knew you wouldn’t be but actually being able to notice it was different.
“Almost done?”
“Just about 5 minutes left, you heading to bed?” He nods slowly, eyes trying desperately to look elsewhere but they just kept peering down at your exposed collarbone, only showing because his shirt was too big for you.
He decided that heading off to his room before he loses his mind was the best route to take, when the laundry was finished you ended up taking a little longer to join him as you contemplated leaving it in the dryer but ultimately folding everything and leaving it in the basket. From there You put on your freshly clean underwear and finally got To San’s room where you could see that he was already fast asleep, lying on his back.
Awkwardly you get into bed, feeling the warmth that was radiating off of him and it took everything in you not to move closer.
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In the Morning you slowly turn over to see that San isn’t in bed, which was unusual considering that you knew years ago that he wasn’t exactly a morning person and often slept in if he didn’t have work. You rubbed your eyes, sitting up and trying to wake yourself up more.
You exit the room to see San in the kitchen, clearly trying to make breakfast but it’s not going too well and he doesn’t seem to be reacting to that. Most of his pancakes are chunky and his eggs are way too brown. He notices that your awake and points at a plate to which you stand there looking perplexed before walking over to him.
“Mornin. I made you breakfast as Thanks for yesterday.”
Yeah you’re not eating that, though you do appreciate the sentiment.
“San, this is nice and all but you were right..you cannot cook..” he sets the spatula down and nods.
“Yeah I know, I just wanted to do somethin nice yknow, figured breakfast couldn’t be too hard.” You clean off the pan, placing it back on the stove, you figured it would be nice to teach him so that if he ever wanted to try again he would be successful.
“Here, let me teach you.”
The two of you spent the morning together making breakfast, there was trial and error BUT eventually San managed to make a decent amount of nicely cooked pancakes and some scrambled eggs. You both Sat on the living room floor, enjoying it.
“Thanks.”
“For what?”
“Yknow for taking the time to help, I think next time I’ll get it on my own.” You smile, saying that it was no problem and San could Swear that his heart started racing. he had to be a genius getting you to stay over so that he could spend more time with you, he doesn’t regret it.
“And I was thinking, since we have that dinner later maybe we should go out and get you something nice to wear, I’ll pay and what not.” There’s a blush spread across your cheek as you shook your head, a little embarrassed that he wanted to spend money on you.
“Don’t worry about paying, I can afford to get myself something.”
His look screams confusion as he looks on at you
“Listen I’m the one who invited you, I’m going to pay for everything, just get whatever you think would look nice.” You tried to argue but San was insistent and Stern, his decision never changing so you just accepted and the two of you spent the rest of the morning just talking while you put away the clean laundry and washed the dishes.
The entire time you felt as if you lived here, cleaning up, making breakfast and having slept next to him last night..if his friends were here they’d think you two were married no doubt about it.
“So what should I look for?”
“Hm?”
“Well where are we having dinner? I want my outfit to fit the occasion even if I don’t really have to do anything.” San runs a hand through his hair as the two of you walk down the strip. “Um, we’re going to a steakhouse so maybe wear somethin fancy, honestly you’d look good in anything so don’t put too much thought into it.” You stop and so does San, not without expressing his confusion as you look on at a store.
“I want to see what they have in here.” He follows your eyes, seeing that you’re staring at a Very fancy looking place, whatever they have is definitely pricey but it would be pocket change to him, still he seems very interested in the fact that you were bold enough to wanna go in.
You both step in and immediately get greeted by a worker dawned in a suit, hair slicked back “Good afternoon, are you two a couple?” Your cheeks heat up as San seems unfazed by the question, instead he nods “mhm.” You quickly look up at him with a surprised look on your face but before you can say anything he’s got his hand on your lower back, gently pushing you to follow the employee.
“If I must say, you two look stunning together, what brings you into our store? Any occasion?” San doesn’t answer and you know that he probably won’t do much of it unless he feels the need so you take the lead.
“Uh date, dinner date, later today.”
“I see, and if you walked in here then that must mean it’s somewhere quite fancy.” You can see him looking over the selections, he’s picky, often skipping things and scowling at them. Looking around you can also see that San has stopped following you two, instead he’s already outside, a cigarette between his lips as his face doesn’t show an inch of emotion, you can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking about.
“Are we just shopping for you?”
“I suppose so, he’ll be paying though.” The worker nods
“I see, well while you were looking away I found something that I believe will look stunning on your figure.”
He hands you a nice looking dress and you stretch your arms out to inspect. It’s definitely nice, and you’re not looking to try on a bunch of other dresses as this would be the only time you go out with him for dinner, so you decide this was the one to get.
“I’ll get it.”
“Sure you don’t wanna look around some more?”
“I’m sure.” So with San’s card you pay for the dress, and when you join him outside he throws his cigarette down to the floor, stepping on it “found something you like?” You nod and he nods too “good, I’ve got a suit to pick up, it’ll be quick though.” The two of you walk down the sidewalk, not much conversation being exchanged when you happen to notice an old friend of yours walking in the opposite direction. He notices you first and instantly smiles, walking up towards you.
“Y/n, wow it’s been ages.” You smile back and go in for a hug, San stands beside you, stiff and visibly irritated but you don’t notice. “It has, how’ve you been woo?” You get to catching up but San clears his throat, which causes the man to look up, his face forming a grin
“Ah, San…haven’t seen you since last week, any reason you’ve been avoiding the planned dinners?”
“That’s none of your business, but I’ll have you know I’m attending the planned one later.”
“And I’m assuming Y/n is your date? Shame….she deserves better.” You stand there a bit flustered, not exactly sure what to make of the situation as they aren’t exactly getting violent, it’s just banter. Still, you can now see that San is getting frustrated and the last thing you wanted was for him to be uncomfortable.
Then the two of them begin to bicker, both clearly showing their egos and trying to size each other up. You’re quick to awkwardly get in front of San in order to make them stop. “I can see that you two clearly have mixed feelings about each other…but San didn’t we have somewhere important to be?”
This seemingly gets him to stop, he lets out a deep sigh, dropping his once irritated looking face which is the most emotion you’ve ever seen him show so far, you’ve never seen him this worked up.
“Yes we did have somewhere important to be.” You smile and wave politely at Wooyoung “it was nice seeing you, please enjoy the rest of your day and let’s catch up another time yes?” Woo nods, clearly bothered but not surprised and walks away which causes you to exhale, you hadn’t even realized you were even holding in your breath.
“I didn’t know you two knew each other.” You say as you let him lead the way
“I could say the same to you, what is he to you?”
“What do you mean?”
“I want to know what your relationship with him is.”
It’s clear that he seems a little jealous but you don’t press him for it.
“He’s sort of an old friend, or acquaintance maybe? We never really hung out together but would stop and speak with each other if given the opportunity, he was in the same high school as me.”
San looks off at his surroundings not really sure what to say, he wouldn’t say it or show it but he definitely feels a bit embarrassed for bickering in front of you like that when he’s always been so quiet.
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“You almost ready?” San says, back resting against the wall next to the door of the bathroom, he’s already dressed and ready for the dinner while you were just putting on the last touches of your makeup. You know you didn’t need to really do much but it’d been awhile since you dressed up and it felt good to look nice.
“Yeah, give me a second.” You apply the last of your mascara and open the door to leave, eyes meeting His. San didn’t know what to expect but it definitely wasn’t that dress you were wearing, the gloss painted over your lips giving it a sexy shine. The way the dress outlined every curve and slightly gave a push to your boobs to hold them up in just the right way. The way your left leg stuck out of the slit of the rest, it was smooth, your hair done up to show off your collarbones as the top of your dress was strapless and hung down to expose your shoulders.
San was absolutely speechless, a switch inside of him being flipped. “So how do I look?” He takes a deep breath to compose himself, and pulls a cigarette out from his pants pocket “Really good, let’s head out, the car is waiting.” As he went to turn you stopped him, realizing that his Suit was a little bit messy so you fixed it for him, his body going stiff as he wasn’t expecting you to get so close.
“Sorry, the wrinkles and undershirt not being tucked in was bothering me.” You smile awkwardly as he nods and the two of you head out towards the car. He opens the door for you, watching as you step in before going in himself and closing the door behind him, the car taking off immediately after.
The car ride is full of tension as San remains quiet, blowing the cigarette smoke out of the window before tossing it. Since you both are in a limo he sits on the opposite side, tapping his foot and making no eye contact with you.
You want to make conversation but you don’t know how, even worse you don’t even know if he’d respond so you save yourself the embarrassment and decide not to speak.
When the car comes to a Stop San opens the door, holding it for you once again, softly grabbing your hand to help you out as you hold onto your dress. As you two walk towards the entrance of the steakhouse San can’t help but stand behind you, watching the way your hips Sway as you innocently make your way over to the doors.
Almost instantly He’s greeted as you guys enter, his friends slapping him on the shoulder, wide grins on their faces “Well look who the fuck decided to come!” San rolls his eyes “Yeah, yeah, can we just sit down.”
“For sure, we were just waiting for you to show up, we were close to just eating without you, weren’t sure if you were going to come yknow.” Before San can answer you walk up next to him, holding your purse in front of you and his friends All turn to look.
“Oh and who’s this?”
“Hold the fuck up, you’ve finally got a girlfriend? It’s about time.”
“Nah, that can’t be his girlfriend, no sensible woman would get herself involved with San of all people.”
San looks off, already bothered by their jokes but he doesn’t make a fuss.
“So are you gonna introduce us? Or will she be doing all the talking.” San shrugs his shoulders “this is y/n,” he turns to the other guys “y/n these are my friends, Mingi, Seonghwa, Yunho, Hongjoong and yeosang, don’t mind their stupidity.” They give fake looks of offense before they start laughing playfully
“Yeah don’t act like you don’t love us. Anyways it’s nice to meet you Y/n, what made you wanna date this moron? He’s never been able to keep a partner in his life.”
You fix your dress and stand closer next to San who pats your back, he can tell you’re a bit shy because well..you’ve never met his friends before until now. “Um well it’s because I’ve liked him for awhile, he’s very driven, a hard worker, that sort of thing draws me to a person.” You were telling a half truth, deciding it was better than coming up with something completely stupid and unbelievable. Besides you can see that it clearly convinced them as they nod in approval.
“you’re not wrong, he’s definitely a hard worker.”
“Ah, our table is ready!” As you all walk towards your table and sit down, San is in deep though, clearly taken aback by your words, to him there seemed to be some truth to it. And the more he listened to you speak, watched as you laughed and smiled while his friends were conversing with you, he embarrassingly started to pitch a tent.
That dress was really starting to make him sweat, plus with the subtle touches you were giving him as a way of comfort..the way your fingers grazed against his, your hand squeezing his thighs ever so often, even just slapping them when you found something funny and couldn’t control your movement, all of it was driving him wild.
He found himself sitting in his own world, everything around him drowning out but you.
“I’m still not convinced.” Hongjoong Says with a grin on his face, to which you cock your head to the side “what do you mean?”
“I’m not convinced you two are actually dating, I think San brought you here so that we’d get off his back about finding Someone.” You blush, feeling caught but try to cover it up with a laugh
“you’re funny, I do understand the suspicion though, after all He’s a bit…hard to read and that’s not something a girl would be into at first glance,”
“But it’s true, we’re together and I’m very happy.”
“Prove it then.” Hongjoong says with a shit eating smile.
San clenches his teeth and gives him a stern look “Hongjoong just drop it, we don’t have to prove anything.”
“It’s true, you’re not obligated to…but it’d be more believable if you two did something that would convince me…just saying..” his other friends seemingly nod, agreeing with him and you feel stuck for a moment.
What can you do to prove it?
You thought really hard..
Too hard…
Then it came to mind, you weren’t sure how San was going to react but that’s something you’ll have to deal with later.
You look up at him, he’s still looking at hongjoong, annoyed so you squeeze his thigh to get his attention and it works, as soon as he looks over at you your lips press against his.
No words can describe how incredibly shocked he looked, his face instantly heating up. There were audible gasps at the table as you both kissed, it started off very relaxed but San seemingly got too into it, his hands gripping your waist as he tries to pull you closer.
As amazing as the kiss felt, you didn’t want to overdo it and pulled away. When you did you could see that San was visibly flushed, you could almost see a dark glint in his eyes as he licks his lips with satisfaction.
“Woah, ok..forget what the hell i just said, that kiss is as real as it gets.” HJ says with a wide smile, clearly feeling entertained.
You go to speak, but San stands up abruptly, softly grabbing your hand so that you could stand as well. You’re confused but do so anyways, watching as he tosses some money on the table “It was nice catching up, but it’s time for us to head out.”
“Wait but we haven’t even ordered yet, you literally just got here 10 minutes ago.”
“I know.” He doesn’t say another word, you both walk out of the restaurant and he taps on the window of the parked Limo, as soon as you two get inside his lips are on yours again.
He tried to hold back ever since you arrived at his place but he just couldn’t anymore, each and everytime he saw you he just wanted this.
It’s no surprise that you kiss back too, moaning softly as his tongue swirls around yours, his hands feeling you up.
He breaks away ever so often just to speak
“Fuck,”
“You were doing this on purpose weren’t you?”
“Temptin me with this dress, touching my thighs at the restaurant and kissing me like that..you’re bold.” He kisses all down your neck, biting it just once..he wanted to go even further but not here..not in a car so he just settled for kissing you the entire ride.
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He’s much more hands on when the two of you are finally back at his house, he wastes no time, you both kiss as he slowly pushes you back into his room and onto his bed, not caring that he still had his shoes on.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He wants to do more, but not without asking.
“Can I taste you darling? I’ll do anything to have you withering underneath me right now.” You threw all decorum out of the window, nodding with a gentle beg.
“Say it. I wanna hear it from you.”
“yes..you can taste me please.”
His body felt incredibly warm against yours.
He slowly parts your legs, sliding your panties off and lifting your dress up a little just to get better access. You whine as he goes painfully slow, teasing you at every turn, he seemed to find joy in making you gasp at his light touches, loved seeing your back arch whenever his fingers would inch closer to your inner parts.
At one point you rushed him, to which he chuckled and dipped his head low, tongue swiping against your folds just once. You were incredibly wet, as soon as his lips latched onto you there was a shine.
You grabbed a handful of his hair as he slid his tongue through your folds several times, occasionally sucking at your clit. He traced his finger down your heals, keeping them on instead of taking them off of you, something about seeing you with them just turned him on even more.
“San..”
“Darling?”
“Can you…use your fingers too?”
“Of course I can, I’m a good multitasker after all.” He slides two fingers into your wet and needy hole, his tongue laying flat on your clit as he eats you out like a starved man.
He does it like it’s the last time he’ll ever see you
Like he needs it in order to survive and you can’t get enough.
Ever so often his eyes would flicker up to your face, watching as you moaned and threw your head back in pleasure, it made him smile.
Eventually you felt your stomach get tighter as he got you closer and closer to your orgasm.
His fingers picked up the pace as your walls tightened around them, he could tell you were close and wanted to feel you cum on his mouth.
“Oh god, San…”
“I’m so close..” you could barely speak, curling your toes and with a few more thrusts your orgasm crashed over you. He kept his tongue on you, letting you ride it out but stopped when you pushed his head due to overstimulation.
Your breathes slowed down and you had finally relaxed into the bed, your clit still throbbing from the pleasure.
For a moment you both sat in silence as the realization of what just happened washed over you two.
San felt absolutely no regret, but you were sitting there wondering what you were feeling.
You didn’t regret kissing him, but maybe things did escalate more than it should have.
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kaicubus · 1 year
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Dating Xavier Thorpe
warnings ✩° : bit of cursing, some suggestive things, wounds mentioned once.
pairing ✩° : xavier thorpe x gn!reader
authors note ✩° : this guy. THIS GUY. when i say some people just LOOK like boyfriends, i mean him. LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN PERCY WHITE. CMON NOWWWWWW.
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- You're always catching Xavier staring at you, even when you're dating, because he just loves admiring you.
- Xavier lets you tie his hair up into buns and ponytails, but won’t actually admit he likes you playing with it. There’s only one time he admits it and that’s because he can’t handle all the rubbing and tugging at his hair when you're playing with it, when all of a sudden it just comes out as a hoarse whisper.
“Fuck, keep doing that.”
He gets embarrassed after and doesn't mention it at all again.
- He really enjoys painting and sketching you. In fact he keeps a little Y/n sketchbook where it’s just messy pencil and charcoal sketches of you doing various things. He keeps it for secret use though, so it’s like he’s appreciating you from afar despite being in a relationship with you.
- Has multiple sketches of you in his journals, sketchbooks, loose paper that’s tacked onto his walls, just because he really loves how you look.
- Xavier gets jealous, like a lot. He’ll stick out his jaw, roll his neck, crack his fingers, grind his teeth, and stare at you and the person if he thinks somethings going on when it really isn’t.
- If you're talking to someone, he pays EXTRA close attention to you and that person, more on the person to see if they try anything. But he completely loses focus on anything else around him if he notices you with someone else.
- He thinks it’s SO fun to tease you and mess with you but he won’t go out of his way to embarrass you, especially in public. The occasional touch on your ankle under your desk, secret laugh when you screw something up, and shoving you around playfully are just fine in his mind.
- Making out in his art shed ends up scattering all his paint brushes and pencils onto the floor, but he doesn’t mind cleaning it up once you two are done.
- If you touch the hairs on the back of his head that are on the nape of his neck??? Bro is GONE. Melted. Puddle. Goop. Mush. No more Xavier.
- Brings you into hugs or kisses by tugging on your belt of your uniform or by your tie and catching your lips onto his as he grins in the kiss.
- Loves having you in his lap, just holding you and rubbing his thumbs against your waist or his hands clasped together and them resting on your stomach, especially in public when you're both just talking to people. It’s his way of sort of claiming you and letting other people know you two are inseparable.
- I think his love language would probably be a mix of acts of service and touch, but more leaning towards acts of service. Xavier will take so much off your plate without even being asked to because he genuinely wants the best for you and wants you to be at peace all the time.
- He’ll also buy things you like, like your favorite drink, and just place it on your head.
- Sneaks into your dorm all the time to hang out, but always avoids your roommate because he’s convinced they don’t like him. This makes a lot of awkward situations where your roommate walks in and sees him shirtless or coming out of the shower with just a towel on. Maybe that’s why they don’t like him...
- Somehow he always gets random bruises and cuts?? So you're stuck sort of fixing his wounds and wrapping gauze and bandages around his knuckles and fingers, placing bandaids over his cheeks and nose, and cleaning out everything because of possible infections.
“You know, you really don’t have to do this, Y/n. It’s not even deep this time.”
“Just shut up and let me do this. How did you even cut your lip in your sleep?”
“You know that is a great question.”
- If you get cold easily, he basically makes you wear his hoodies. They're always within dress code so you can easily slide it over your top, but even in private he makes you wear his clothes because 1. you look cute in them and 2. he would rather sizzle and burn than to see you shiver ONCE.
- Ok he doesn't seem like it, but Xavier can be super clumsy sometimes. Like if he’s laughing too hard, he’ll fall over and trip backwards, sometimes even bringing you down with him too. It can be pretty funny at times especially when you both fall together.
- Xavier really likes the way you smell, so in a totally not weird way when he hugs you he likes putting his hands up your back and stuffing his face into your neck or chest and staying there for as long as he can before you pry him off of you.
- He can be pretty petty sometimes so there are moments where he misjudges a situation and makes it bigger than it already is. Xavier is one to jump to conclusions so if he thinks you're cheating on him he will ignore you and give you rude stares until you finally confront and clear things up with him.
- After that he’s pretty content. Protective, but content.
- If you're mad at him, it’s like the end of the world to him. Xavier will quite literally sneak into your dorm if you’re ignoring him and confront you about it. There’s no boundaries he WOULDN'T cross for you, even breaking and entering.
- Definitely does a lot to impress you. Sometimes it’s not that noticeable but other times it’s very obvious when he does things to make you smile or laugh. Bonus points when you actually do because your smile becomes EXTREMELY contagious.
- He’s very obedient towards you, so arguments don’t last long. If you ask him to do something, he does it. Begs you to forgive him.
- Xavier loves bringing you out to the forest around his art shed where you two spend hours aimlessly just walking and talking about random things. He’ll even do the thing where he holds your hand when you walk up on a log or a rock to make sure you don’t fall and hurt yourself. 
- Really likes having you around when he’s drawing, practicing archery, or fencing. He just does better when you're there to watch and support him!!!
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bakubunny · 2 months
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filthy hc you say??? as a fellow bakulover i got plenty 🫶🫶
despite being such an obsessive clean freak, katsuki likes it messy.
↳ i’m talking absolutely filthy. cum, sweat, tears, drool. he wants it all.
↳ he sweats a lot,, and his body is just so hot,,, his heat almost oppressive when he has you pressed up against him- covering you in his sweat, whilst making you drip with your own from just how hot his body is against yours,,, and he loves it,,- loves seeing you drenched and soaked in a mixture of his sweat and your own
↳ he’s *obsessed* with making you squirt. he has to be the best at everything he does, he can’t do anything half assed. that includes making you cum. so of course he has to give you the most mind numbing, toe curling, back arching orgasms possible. he needs to be the best, so he can’t settle for just making you cum like any other extra, no, he needs to have you positively gushing for him.
↳ god- and don’t even get me started on the feral fucking smirk (ik you know the one—) he gets on his face whenever he makes you squirt.
↳ he loves seeing you make a mess of him. but the way he talks might make you think otherwise— he’s so mean,,, teasing you for making such a mess, as though it wasn’t him who made you do it- he’s so condescending about it too !! telling you how dirty and filthy you are,, how you made such a mess,,, telling you it looks like you wet the bed :((,, he’s just such a bully !!
↳ ugh! and don’t get me started on when you’re sucking his dick— he wants to see you drooling, tears n snot running down your face from you struggling to breathe :((,, your eyes crossed and hazy as you stare up at him— eyes wide but unseeing as you’re completely dumb on his dick and how he mercilessly fucks your throat. his face twisted in a wide, feral smirk that has him baring his teeth like some sort of animal— his tongue lolling out and licking at his lips as he stares down at how destroyed you look as he fucks your face.
↳ will shove your face into his balls and make you just fucking smell him,,— wants you sucking and drooling on his balls until they’re dripping with your spit.
speaking of how fucking filthy this mf is,, he loves to mark you like a fucking animal.
↳ you ever take a shower with him be prepared to get more than just what the shower-head gives you..- it’s not often, but god— the high it gives him to see you on your knees staring up at him as he just fucking pisses on you like a fucking dog marking his territory. it makes him feel so powerful— he feels like a god seeing you on your knees like that,,, and the fact that he’s able to do something so filthy and degrading to you?? to debase you like that??? it makes him so fucking hard
↳ it’s not exclusive to just him actually— though it’s less of a marking/territorial thing in those situations,,, he likes the feeling of control he gets. likes to see you make a mess (usually on his lap) because you just can’t help it,,, bc he’s playing with you too much or making you cum too hard :(( and the way you cry,, all embarrassed and shy :((( god, he thinks it’s the cutest fucking thing <33
he hates sharing.
↳ he gets so jealous and possessive over the tiniest things,,— most times you won’t even know wtf he’s so worked up over !! but you’ll know it’s something by how he practically drags you away to the nearest isolated place the first chance he gets bc he needs to shove his dick inside you and fuck you so hard the only name you know is his.
↳ if it’s some place like a party or you’re at one of his friends’ houses for dinner or game night or something like that— he’s dragging you into the nearest bathroom and fucking you against the door so there’s no fucking question to anyone there who you belong to.
↳ he’d never admit he wants them all to hear— he tells himself it’s just to remind you and satiate those nagging thoughts in his head,,, but the way he does everything in his power to have you screaming his name and seems to be actively trying to make you as loud as possible says it all
↳ speaking of fucking you some place people might hear— he’d never fucking admit it but the thought of izuku hearing him fucking you turns him on so fucking much— (and this is from someone who doesn’t ship bakudeku and actually actively dislikes the ship as well as just doesn’t like deku in general-) he doesn’t know why,, maybe it’s that weird, almost obsessive, competitiveness with deku that he’s never seemed to be able to let go of even after everything- but something about the thought of izuku hearing you scream his name as you cum on his cock makes him rock fucking hard and makes that feeling he gets— that competitive almost compulsive hunger he gets in a fight or in any sort of competition, that overwhelming desire to conquer,, to win— well up in his chest
oh boy. boy howdy. it’s time for bunny to take a break. 😵‍💫
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guavapanic · 3 months
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Genshin Impact women and the elemental traces they leave behind.
Hi first time writing and posting! Headcannons mostly. Very self-indulgent.
No TW that I know of, pretty wholesome. Not proof read.
Anemo
I feel like they have a little more bounce with their step, regardless of what they’re doing or going. When they walk past, there’s always a little extra breeze that follows them. When they sit down they are mindful not to move too fast or any lightweight items on the table would go fly over.
Even trying to push them over in combat is a lot harder than usual, yes you can push a human but what about a human influenced by the wind? When the wind itself is hard to contain.
Imagine JEAN, struggling to do any paperwork when she sits down because they fly away like a window was left open and a breeze flew in. Making use of all and any paperweights given to her as a gift or any cute ones that she particularly liked from Marjorie’s trinket shop.
SUCROSE accidentally causing explosions to happen because explosive powders into boiling liquids.
FARUZAN also accidentally setting off air sensitive traps in the ruins.
Geo
They leave a trail of glitter, it’s light and most of the time it doesn’t get in the way. When they brush off their clothes or clap their hands together that’s when other people really get to see it, a dusting of gold that shines.
In combat it’s pretty intimidating, bodies more durable than armor, they can actually take a couple arrows and have it break on contact, catch a sword with bare hands and have the sword dent. The more subtle variants of their connection with the elements is just how unmoving they are, they have to be mindful that no one bumps into them or else that person would fall.
Imagine NINGGUANG, making profit off of her glitter and people going crazy over it like gamer girl’s bath water.
NOELLE struggling to keep all of it contained not to make a bigger mess, and to make her feel better the people of Mondstadt say that whenever NOELLE cleans she leave the place sparkling clean.
Imagine NAVIA, incorporating her glitter in her umbrella warfare so not only does it spray bullets of geo but glitter gets everywhere in the aftermath of the battle. So it’s like a glitter bomb went off on all these unconscious people’s bodies.
Electro
They have a habit of moving around in a blink of an eye, having a hum of electricity follow them, they leave others with their arm hair sticking up, or leaving lighter pieces of their locks of hair follow the electro users when they walk an arms length away. They also works with items they touch even though it only lasts for less then 2 seconds. In combat the blink in an eye really comes into play and true to their powers they never strike the same place twice. How horrifying when you blink and they are 10 steps closer, 5 steps, and then soon they’re right behind you if they wish.
Imagine LISA sneaking up on naughty tardy book returners or messy drunkards when she’s irritated and all they feel is their arm hair stand straight before a purple crackle of lighting comes from hands.
YAE MIKO, chuckling when her editor’s think they can breathe a sigh of relief when she leaves only to appear right behind them when checking on how work is going.
BEIDOU’s crew, covering their ears instinctively when they notice their hair floating and the sky flush to a purple hue. When violent violet thunder strikes into waters next to them.
Dendro
I like to think they can simply just manipulate and manifest plant matter. But subtly the plants have a little bit more pep against the wind and rain, a little bit greener, a bit stronger. Fruit and vegetables more tasty when cultivated by a dendro user. Pretty fun.
Combat with a dendro user, is like asking to fight a pile of sentient leaves, that will bury you and suffocate you in plant matter. So you’re not a problem anymore.
KIRARA, having the best most infamous cat nip in the whole of Inazuma, enough said.
Hydro
They definitely have more of a fluid swagger when they walk. You notice how much more motion is put into every movement they do, picking up a pen or a brush is no longer simply picking it up, but now it’s an art form. They can’t help it but they try to be as quick with it as possible to not make a spectacle out of it. Their skin always seems to reflect light like how water reflects the sun or moon, glimmering subtle of course.
Trying to push, hold or grab a hydro user is like fighting the ocean. How could you punch it when a wave is already coming out from behind you to push you under.
Imagine YELAN pulling and pushing enemies with her strings like if the ocean got a hold of the moon at night like a Yo-Yo.
KOKOMI simply having her council sit in awe with how she draws up her battle plans, during the Inazuman civil war. Really living it up to the name of “The art of war”.
Imagine being a rouge eremite planning an attack on Aaru village, when in the dead of night this ethereal being glowing in the moon light walks towards you mesmerized until you get smacked with a shield straight to the face. Then in the morning you found yourself tied to a post and the guardian of Aaru village, CANDACE was the one who stopped you from your nightly affairs.
Cryo
Their body temperature is a lot cooler than most Vision users or just regular people, when they walk by or up to others, there is this coldness that creeps up on you it’s subtle but you can feel them before you see them. They can breathe out mist when they want to especially in humid conditions. If they hold things for extended periods of time, said item gets a sheen of very light frost pooling on the object. It melts quite quickly though once they let go.
While combat, is pretty terrifying if they wanted to in the more humid areas of Teyvet, they could possibly make a cool foggy condensation acting like a smoke screen if they wanted too. Leaving you unable to see for the most part, while they take you out from behind or who knows even from above.
Imagine being a lost treasure hoarder, in the moutains of Liyue after a rain storm and you find a “white haired adepti” and demanding her to take you back the mountain. Before cold fog rises and she disappears before everything turns ice cold as your vision blacks out. As SHENHE sighs about making you disappear, for souring her mood.
EULA sighing mist when taking a well deserved gulp of Angel Share’s fine alcoholic selection.
Daytime LAYLA, having a nervous breakdown after realizing she left a soggy outline of her face on her paperwork, after Nighttime LAYLA worked so efficiently to finish it.
Pyro
Of course, unlike their Cryo counterparts, they run hotter than most. When they walk, you can definitely feel them before you see them soon, like the hot heaters that they are. They absolutely have a tolerance to the cold, unlike what the Dragon Spine coldness meter led you to believe. They can breathe a flicker of flame when then need to warm up quite a bit. They can hand sear food items yum! Speaking of which when they hold items, for too long it gets quite warm to the touch, though the have to be more mindful with it comes to flammable objects.
All I have to say is imagine getting roasted alive and if you’d like that.
Imagine YANFEI getting a bit too heated during a reading of the new laws set in place from NINGGUANG and leaving light singes on her giant law book.
DEHYA, asking a group of trouble makers if they like to taste the firey fists of the flame maned. After accidentally pushing over Dunyarzad, in a drunken stumble. Before not apologizing and all they saw were a fiery heel.
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winchesterdreamgirl88 · 5 months
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NFSW Alphabet-Dean Winchester
Warning: Smut, 18+, language, Mention of knives
A/n:
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
First thing he would do is make sure you're okay, then he would get a warm towel and clean you off. Then he would bring you water or anything you needed before cuddling you
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Dean would also be very proud of his hands because they are so strong and rough just like him he knows they really turn you on
His favorite body part of yours is your hips because he likes being able to grab onto you and control you
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Dean likes to be risky sometimes even if you are on birth control sometimes he'll cum inside you
If not he cums on your titties
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Dean secretly loves when you tease him and make him jealous on purpose because then he gets to really show you that you are his and no one else's
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Obviously Dean is gonna be very experienced but boy does this man know how to pleasure the hell out of you!!
Don't even get me started on demon Dean because let's be honest best and hottest sex ever!
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Dean likes when you ride him because he gets to focus on you and making you feel good. But he also really enjoys missionary when you lock your legs around him and he can lift your leg up and go fully deep inside you.
F = Foreplay(how much time do they take pleasing you, teasing, etc) (I haven't actually seen anyone do this and I think it's a fun one to add:)
I feel like Dean would be the KING of foreplay. He would definitely be into edging you on and then not letting you cum. He would do this about 3 times or until you've begged him enough
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
I feel like Dean would start out goofy like just bullying you and purposely trying to get you a little riled up and then he would take control
But if you make him jealous he will be so serious because he wants you to know that he's in charge of you and he'll make you listen
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Dean has a little bit of hair but not a crazy amount, maybe just like his beard where it's slightly rough but not overwhelming
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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Dean is actually very intimate with you because he's so happy to finally be with someone who really loves him and excepts him and helps him
If he's jealous he's not as intimate but he'll still make sure you're okay
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Dean has a very high sex drive so I feel like he would do it a lot
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Dean loves choking you because he loves feeling like he has power and control over you. But you also like it because even though he's being dominant you still trust him to not hurt you
Dean also wouldn't mind you being tied up with either a rope or his belt just to control you
I feel like Demon Dean would ABSOLUTELY have a knife kink. Not ever to draw blood but just graze your skin
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
If Dean could have you anywhere and everywhere he could. You and Dean definitely have sex every time you guys are sleeping at the bunker and if Sam isn't around sometimes you guys will try other rooms in the bunker.
SHOWER SEX!!
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He loves seeing you in one of his flannels and some fuzzy socks with your hair in a messy ponytail or bun. If you have your glasses on that's an extra bonus:)
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that would hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Dean likes receiving head because you are the best he's ever had
But he could also just sit there and eat you for a long time
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Dean is always really fast and rough because that's who he is
There are definitely times when he's upset you or is sorry or just wants to make you feel better he will take his time and make sure to let you know how special you are to him
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
If Dean can have you anywhere he could so if he gets a chance like if Sam leaves to get food or do research you guys usually will end up doing the deed
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
I feel like Dean would be really risky with you but he would also make sure you were okay with everything he is doing
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Dean can usually last about 3 or 4, possibly 5 if he's really horny
Demon Dean could go forever as long as he wanted but once you were to tired or sore he would stop
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
I feel like since Dean likes teasing and foreplay he would definitely be okay with you having a vibrator if he could control it and tease you with it
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Dean very much likes to tease you because he's the king of foreplay and will make you squirm
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Dean is usually very vocal and his voice is so low and raspy his moans are even deeper and sexier
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Lazy sex I feel like is something that Dean would really like. Especially after a hunt or if you guys have a free day
Car sex. If he's really desperate he'll opt to just do the deed in Baby.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Dean might not be as long as Sam but he can definitely satisfy you. But he's also super thick so he fills you out more
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Dean has a very high sex drive and is usually very handsy in public
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Dean would first clean you, bring you water or food, then he would either give you a back massage or just rub your arm or play with your hair until you fall asleep and then he would spoon you and fall asleep after.
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hi hi!! can you write an ethan landry x reader where reader is very talkative and ethan kisses them to shut them up? not that he wants to interrupt but because he finds it so cute how social they are in comparison to his shy nature? ♥︎ i'm so sorry if this is vague, but if you want more details, maybe reader can be passionate about scary movies and talks about them just for funsies and irony ;} thank you!
Econ Notes ; Ethan Landry
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summary: when you ask ethan for his notes from class he decides to finally make a move
pairing(s): ethan landry x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, kissing, scary movies mentioned
notes: hope you guys enjoy! send it more requests!!
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You approached Ethan’s door, gently knocking.
It didn't take long for the curly-headed boy to swing the door open, a smile making its way onto his face once he saw that it was you.
“Sorry I'm a little late, I couldn't find my keys.” You smiled sheepishly
Ethan stepped aside, letting you walk into his dorm. “It's okay, it gave me some extra time to pick up.” He nervously laughed as he shut the door behind you.
You had been in his dorm enough times to know that he and Chad weren't exactly pros at cleaning, but you appreciated the effort made by Ethan even though you didn't mind a messy dorm.
“Thank you again for letting me use your notes. I seriously don’t know what I'd do without you.” you looked up at him with a soft smile.
A subtle blush rose to his cheeks, “It's really no problem.”
Within a few minutes, Ethan had pulled out his notes from today and handed them over to you. The handwriting was messy, but not enough that you couldn't make out the words. You also noticed a couple doodles on the top of the page, probably drawn when he got bored.
“It shouldn't take me long to write these down.” Your voice was soft as you concentrated on jotting the notes down as quickly as possible.
As Ethan watched you scribble down the notes he began to get more nervous. After some convincing from his roommate, Chad, he decided that tonight would be the night he told you how he felt about you. He didn't have much experience with girls, but he knew if he didn't say something then he would end up regretting it. He just had to find the right time to do it.
It didn't take you long to write down the page of notes.
“Well, at least I missed class on a day when there weren't as many notes.” You closed your notebook and tossed it aside.
In all reality, you could have just asked Ethan for a picture of his notes, but you enjoyed the time with him. It had become a thing between the two of you to share notes, though you were both aware it wasn't really about the notes and more about finding a reason to see one another.
“You should really get your alarm fixed though.” He joked as he took a seat next to you on his bed.
You let out a quiet laugh, “I think I just need an alarm clock without the snooze button,” you paused for a moment, “actually it needs to be without an off button too.”
Ethan laughed, his nose wrinkling slightly.
You resisted the urge to tell him that he was cute when he laughed.
“Do you wanna watch a movie or something?” He suggested, not ready for you to leave yet.
Your eyes brightened, “Only if I can pick.”
“But you're gonna pick a scary movie. We watched a scary movie last week.” He groaned.
You thought back to last week when you had chosen to watch the first stab movie and Ethan had protested due to him ‘not liking scary movies’ although you assumed it was just because he was scared.
“Please?” You battled your eyelashes at him, jokingly.
“Fine.” He playfully rolled his eyes.
You jumped up from the bed in victory.
Ethan couldn't help but smile at your excitement, “Which scary movie is it gonna be this week?”
You wracked your brain, “Maybe we should go with another stab movie. Although they make the killers a little too obvious. I mean c'mon, how did Sidney not know the killer was Billy! Never trust the love interest. That's like one of the top five rules in scary movies.” She rambled as Ethan watched in amusement. He loved when she rambled.
“Don’t even get me started on the rest of the movies! The whole-.” you were cut off when Ethan impulsively leaned forward, connecting his lips to yours.
It only took a few seconds for the initial shock to wear off before you were moving your lips in sync with his. You had thought about kissing more times than once, but no thought could ever compare to what you were experiencing right now.
You both slowly pulled away, lips swollen.
“What was that for?” You asked, breathless
Ethan's cheeks were bright red, “I just- You're cute when you ramble.” he stuttered, settling on the truth.
You could now feel your own cheeks beginning to warm up, “Guess I should ramble more often.” you smiled before leaning back in for another kiss.
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somnolentdipso · 25 days
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Coax the Masses
Go on and allow me to be the reason for what you do?
Let my voice guide you and whisk your mind away to fulfill my wishes.
Should we allow our desires to influence us and awaken the untapped potential of our subconscious?
How about satisfying your hunger with some delicious food? You could grab a bag of mouth-watering burgers and crispy fries from a fast-food joint, dig into the scrumptious leftovers from yesterday's grand feast, or indulge in that tub of creamy ice cream you've been saving for a rainy day. It's time to treat yourself to some lip-smacking goodness. Whatever you have is going down your throat while I tell you what a greedy calorie hog you are being. Are you ready to eat? Good, you haven’t been getting enough praise for all your work growing so huge. Don’t speak. Just keep your food hole filled while I talk. That gut has gotten more prominent again. It doesn’t matter what the scale says. With one look
at you, anyone could tell you are much bigger than you should be. All that late-night snacking has been catching up with you. Now you are a soft jiggle ball of fat. You won’t be for long, though. I want you to keep eating until you feel like you will pop. I am not here to help you eat a small snack; I am much too mean for that. I am here corrupt and tease you while you gorge on food. Don’t forget to keep stuffing yourself, by the way. It would help if you didn’t slow down anytime soon. If you aren’t anywhere close to being done with eating for me. Keep those fat saggy arms moving, fatass.
If you sweat, it better be from being too full to get up without being a huffing mess. Keep eating all those extra calories to keep those pounds on. I want to hear your labored breath as you lick your hands clean of sauce or crumbs. Every bit of food is going down. Don’t even try to stop yourself. It feels too good to be told to eat like an overgrown piggy. You can’t fight the pleasure, and you know I don’t care how full you get. I only care about seeing your desperate struggle to fit into your clothes at the end of this. I hope you have something stretchy since your belly won’t fit into any button-downs you may have on. If they still do, you better be ready to get more food. For now, those grunt, groan, oink if you want to. There is only me, and you are here.
Be the nasty fatty you want to be. Consume without a care in the world. Who cares how messy you get if your belly is round and tight? The faster you eat, the fatter you get. Be careful not to choke, though. Drink lots of water to get everything down, or drink lots of sugar. I want you to be scared by how much you are eating. I will ensure you get a bit more in, however much you usually eat. Don’t stop eating. You can rub your aching belly if you need to. Maybe even get some burps out, but you will keep eating. If you are out of food, get more. I don’t care if you have to make more, order extra, or start eating spoonfuls of butter; I want your belly to ache. You know you want it too.
When your belly hurts so good, you know you are getting fatter. You might even grow some stretch marks at this rate. Do you know how you can satisfy me? Finish whatever you are eating and take a nice long look at yourself. Look at how round you got for me. You are so fat, you know that, but you are a good piggy. You just kept gorging till I said so, didn’t you? It would help if you did this every day. Think about how sexy you would look with a belly too full to move. Think about being in a pile of thousands of calories, all meant to turn you into a whale. Keep eating till you think I am delighted. Here is a hint: I want you moaning uncontrollably. Keep being a fat fuck, you sexy glutton.
DMs open for thoughts n inspiration
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viviennevermillion · 7 months
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hi hi! this is my first time requesting something hsr wmqomq, may i request a small comfort fic with dan heng? with the reader being constantly fearful of doing something wrong, even if they have solid ideas on how to move forward or to work, because they feel as though one mistake will ruin things for others + will ruin others' perception of themselves (especially dan heng's perception towards them); preferably, the premise being dan heng comforting and reassuring them.
i hope you have a great and wonderful day / night over there!
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ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ
✧ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ: finally doing this request and there's no better time for it because the dan heng brainrot is strong today. reblogs and comments are appreciated.
✧ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: dan heng x gn!reader, hurt/comfort, mentions of dan heng's past life, fluff, pre-relationship
✧ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: you matter to me — natalie weiss, brad greer
✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: insecurities
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Your eyes felt tired after you been awake for too long and you wondered whether your mind was ever going to give you the peace you deserved. You had reflected on the events of today, moving through the activities you did as if they were a list of points to check in order to evaluate a performance. You pondered on the breakfast you shared with Dan Heng and Mr. Yang, questioning whether the latter had been so cut-off and distant in his responses because of something you said or something that had nothing to do with you at all. You weren't sure whether you did your chores around the Express well enough for Himeko to be satisfied or whether she was going to talk to you tomorrow, asking you to be a bit more thorough. You had been tired and it felt like energy was a precious resource that you did not have the privilege of obtaining today.
And then there was Dan Heng. The thought of him made you smile instantly. The way his hair looked messy still from the night when he joined you at the breakfast table, taking a sip of his coffee and yawning as if he, too, regretted not getting enough sleep that night. You remembered the feeling of sitting idly next to him on the train, both of you reading books and enjoying each other's company without saying a word. As long as you were with him, though he did not speak much, everything felt comfortable and safe. As though you had found a refuge with another person, someone who reassured you that he'd be there; strengthening you and accepting you as you were; without even actively trying.
It was only when you were alone again, that doubts started to creep back into your mind. Doubts about whether he truly enjoyed your presence. Or whether he liked you but found that it was exhausting to be around you. Like you needed too much help or made too many mistakes. Maybe he felt like he needed to work extra hard to make up for your shortfall.
You had finished your second cup of tea for the night, cleaning the cup on the small kitchen counter near everyone's rooms before putting it back into the cupboard. You had seen that the lights in the archives were still on, meaning that Dan Heng had either passed out on his desk with his nose in a book or the man whose appreciation you craved more than anyone else's was still awake, possibly struggling to fall asleep just as much as you were.
You were pacing around the hallway, debating whether or not to knock on your crewmate's door, but feeling like it would probably anger him if you did. You had hesitated in front of the archives for a moment before deciding that it was probably best if you just went back to your room and tried to sleep for at least a couple of hours. Just when you were about to leave, the door to Dan Heng's room opened; your Vidyadhara friend peeking through the opening to look at you with a questioning expression. "Did you need anything?", he asked, making sure his voice was quiet enough as to not wake March in the room next to his, "I heard you walking around here and stopping in front of the archives... I don't mind if you need help with something. I wasn't sleeping anyway."
“Oh I was just…”, you awkwardly put a hand on your neck trying to remember what you even expected to happen if you had knocked on his door, “I just couldn’t sleep. Made myself tea.” Dan Heng nodded and let out a sigh. “I haven’t been sleeping well either…”, he admitted, opening the door a little more for you, “would you like to come in for another cup of tea?” You needed a moment to process the question. Dan Heng rarely ever took the initiative and invited people to his room if it wasn’t to help them out with missions or questions that could be answered with the help of the Astral Express archives. So you nodded and took him up on the invitation, watching your friend prepare two cups of tea. A honey & orange flavored one for you and darjeeling for himself. You wondered whether he just associated different tea flavors with all his friends. Weirdly enough, that was something you could see him doing.
“So… why is it that you can’t sleep?”, you asked, sitting down on his desk chair, “is there some super important research topic that you are mulling over?” Dan Heng sat down on his mattress again, putting the tea beside him on the ground. “Not really”, he shook his head and sighed; hesitating for a moment as if debating whether he should open up to you further, “I get a lot of nightmares… they’ve gotten worse since we went to the Luofu.” “Oh”, you whispered quietly, now feeling a little awkward about the whole thing, “I’m sorry if I brought up a sensitive subject by asking that… just… know that if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.” Dan Heng nodded with a soft smile on his face. “Thank you. I appreciate that”, he replied with a genuine expression, “you didn’t hit a sore spot, it’s alright. But it’s only fair now that you tell me what’s keeping you up as well.” Much to your surprise, Dan Heng proceeded to pat the mattress and invite you to sit down next to him. You did as he had gestured and thought about how honest you wanted to allow yourself to be around him. “Hey do… do you ever think I’m making too many mistakes?”, you looked down, not feeling comfortable enough to look into his eyes while asking that question, “like I’m not doing enough for the Express? That I’m holding you guys back? I guess that’s something I’ve been… worried about… for a while now.” 
Dan Heng seemed surprised at your question. “I had no idea you felt that way”, he spoke calmly, “truth be told, no such thought ever occurred to me about you and I doubt the other crew members feel that way either. Well, except for Pom-Pom maybe; but they’re like that with all of us, so I wouldn’t take it personally.” He smiled when he realized that got a chuckle out of you. 
“We all make mistakes”, he then continued, “I mean; March once wanted to see if she could jump from one train car to the other while it was driving so the bar is technically in hell… but that’s beside the point. Being a part of this team isn’t a performance or something you have to be good at. It’s a path you choose to walk alongside us and there’s a place here for anyone who needs it. Himeko taught me that much…” It hadn’t flown over your head that Dan Heng had gotten much more comfortable with the rest of the crew since your return from the Xianzhou Luofu and it felt as though he had really accepted the Express as his new home. You supposed a home wouldn’t judge you for imperfections and mistakes, so long as you were willing to help it grow and prosper. So in that way, you could look up to his new-found resolve. “You’ve grown”, you remarked with a smile on your face.
Dan Heng reciprocated your smile, looking into your eyes with a gentle expression. “Perhaps that’s the real goal of this journey”, he shrugged, “so if you look at it that way, being without flaws or mistakes would really be the worst trait for a trailblazer. And don’t worry too much, okay? From what I’ve seen so far, you’ve been a big help on this journey. So don’t be too hard on yourself. There’s many people who’d tell you that I could never make up for the amount of mistakes I made. That they’re what defines me. But nothing good comes out of worrying about them all the time.”
You nodded, thinking about his words for a moment. Dan Heng’s reasonable demeanor was soothing for your worries and it reminded you why you felt so comfortable whenever you were around him. He allowed you look at the thoughts spiraling in your head from an objective perspective, though you weren’t quite sure how he managed to do it every time. 
“Hey… uh…”, now it was his turn to feel a little awkward, “you can always reach out to me if you ever need an outside opinion on whatever you worry about. And if you want to we could… lay down here a bit. Maybe it would be easier to sleep that way…” You could feel your cheeks heating up at the suggestion and you felt flustered and nervous; yet this was too good of an opportunity to pass up on. You nodded and Dan Heng handed you an extra blanket, allowing you to make yourself comfortable beside him. 
Your eyes widened when he put his hand on top of yours. “Is this alright for you?”, he asked, making sure that the reassuring gesture did not unnerve you. “It is… it’s comforting”, you admitted quietly, focusing on the soft skin of his hand on top of yours and how he gently started caressing your fingers with his own. “I think so too”, he smiled as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to relax next to him; the worries having been replaced by butterflies in your stomach and the feeling of being loved before you had even noticed. 
“Have a little faith in yourself, alright? And in us too”, Dan Heng whispered, squeezing your hand in a gentle manner, “we’re your friends and we care about you. I care about you. A few mistakes along the way could never change that.”
You fell asleep with a smile on your face and the reassurance that Dan Heng valued you for who you were, rather than what you accomplished. You were eager to see how your bond could grow in the future if both of you could learn to lean on each other a little more when needed.
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itsmebytch001 · 7 months
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How about a yandere Morales family x reader who is friends with miles because they used ti go to school together that is very clearly neglected. Sometimes sleeping on the streets, never home, always eats a lot at their house yet still remains relatively malnourished and Jeffe finally decides after seeing some bruises on the reader to take matters into his own hands and use his position as police captain to “foster”(kidnap) the reader who is very not onboard.
Or if ur not comfortable with that then they genuinely start fostering the reader and they are not having a good time adjusting to present parents that make them eat 3 meals and be home at 9 stuff like that
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You and Miles met at around 9 when your family moved to Brooklyn, he got on with you and once he started bringing you home it was instantly obvious to both Rio and Jeff that something was wrong, you were always messy and disheveled, wearing unwashed torn clothing with shoes with the soles beginning to come off You were 9 but could pass for 7 and barley knew how to use cutlery, and once they eventually met your Mom and Dad it became apparent that though they were not malicious of outwardly abusive, they were massively neglectful.
It became routine that you would come over every Friday, shower, and eat dinner, and take food home with you, Rio would hand you 3 tubber wear boxes full of all sorts of her cooking, and sometimes they would even give Miles old clothes. Jeff would always drive you back home since no 9 year old can be expected to trek it form one brough to another, and once he pulled up outside your building he would escort you back to your front door, and with the few gimpses he saw of your home, bugs crawling, a water collapsed ceiling tile, the brow carpet, not brown because it was brown, but the collected filth he knew that this place, and these people were not fit for a child to be raised.
Jeff entered his home, Miles had been put to sleep while Rio sat on the couch with a glass of wine.
Rio: "So how was it?"
Jeff sat down in a huff next to his wife.
Jeff: "That place looks like a trap house Rio, it had black mold" he rubbed his hands over his face.
Rio: "Is it possible you could just...take her?"
Jeff: "No, not yet not with out probable cause"
Rio: "Is a house with black mold and uncaring parents not enough?!"
Jeff: "No, not for awhile"
Rio: "Dios mío, well...the least we can do is keep her clean and fed huh?"
Jeff: "I guess"
Rio: "What about social services?"
Jeff: "That'll just mean to lose her to the system, we won't be able to keep an eye on her"
Rio: "Oh...I'll give Miles some extra lunches to pass on to her come Monday" She said gulping down a swig of red.
Jeff: "Good idea"
And it was because of their efforts to keep you fed that you finally grew, now you actually looked your age, and needless to say The Morales had brought you into their family not as a guest, but as a member. And for your 11th birthday since by this point you had turned up to school with solles shoes Rio brought you new trainers, while Jeff brought you a selection of new tops.
Of course you being uncustomed to such kindness you responded oddly.
Rio: "Happy birthday baby" She handed you a box, and once you opened it it revealed new shoes!
Y/n: "...are these for me?"
Jeff: "Of course there for you Y/n, it's your birthday!"
Y/n: "I'm not sure if I should take these, I'm very grateful I'm just not sure what my Mom will say"
Rio: "What do you mean?"
Of course you parents had noticed you putting on weight, coming home in new clothing and initally they were grateful to Rio and Jeff for helping out, but it felt more and more like they were taking you away, or like they were trying to replace them.
Miles had also reported you coming to school less at less by the time you were 12, your attendance got so out of hand that eventually Jeff came to do a house visit, he knocked on the door, Your Mom came to the door.
Jeff: "Hey Diana, uh I'm here to do a wellness check on your Y/n"
Diana: "Oh, Jefferson sure, I guess"
Jeff: "Can I come in?"
Diana: "Sure" And so your Mom escorted Jeff back to through your home, when you finally saw the extent of the condtions you were living in, and it was terrible. Opening the door to your room Jeff could see your mattress was on the floor with no sheet, all your clothing lived in pile since there was no wardrobe and you sat on the floor drawing in just a massive t shirt.
Diana: "See, she's well isn't she?" She sassed at him, all Jeff wanted in this moment was to snatch you up take you home and get you cleaned, and in some clothing that actually fit so you didn't look like just a head floating in fabric, but of course being a police capiatin made that legally impossible.
Y/n: "Oh, Hey Mr Morales"
Jeff: "Hey Y/n"
Y/n: "What are you doing here?"
Jeff: "just a wellness check"
Diana: "Your well aren't you Y/n?" She's not asking you, she's telling you.
Y/n: "...Yeah I'm fine"
Diana: "We good officer?"
To be honest, if he were social services he could take you but he simply did not have the authority, Jeff was hushed back into the hallway by Diana.
Jeff: "Diana, Y/n's been out of school for 2 weeks now, why hasn't she been in school?"
Diana: "She's been sick"
Jeff: "Well she looks fine"
Diana: "Then why are you here doing a wellness check?"
Jeff: "Ugh, Diana, If Y/n dosen't turn up to another day of school, I'll get CPS you under stand?"
Diana: "are you threating me?"
Jeff: "No, I'm doing my job" he said waving you goodbye as he exited the house.
Jeff and Rio sat with their son at the dinner table, Rio and Jeff had been cracking a plan to file for emergency custody of you for awhile now, but since you aren't blood they knew it wouldn't be easy, but they also thought it would be good as ask Miles what he thought about the idea of taking you in full time.
Rio: "hijo, what would you think about Y/n moving in with us?"
Jeff:" Full time"
Miles: "Like, forever?"
Jeff: "Yeah..."
Miles: "Is that possible?"
Rio: "It might be"
Miles: "I'd like that"
And so with Miles on board Rio and Jeff started the paper work process to file for emergency custody, and with the helps of CPS they finally had a case, but it wasn't enough, they needed proof of abuse not just neglect, and so they waited, 2 whole years for such proof to emerge.
You had come over on anther Friday for dinner as you often did and had been doing for the past 5 years now, but something was deeply off, you were quite, timid and apprehensive to speak, but the thing that really worried Rio was all the concealer you were wearing on your left eye, honestly it was strange that Jeff didn't notice since the makeup wasn't yours, it was yours Mom's the shade wasn't quite right and drew more attention to your eye, and what was underneath it.
She didn't want to adress it in front of everyone so she waited until later in the evening to confront you about it, while you wear in the bathroom, getting ready for your shower she knocked on the door, before you took off anything of course.
Rio: "Y/n...Can we talk for a sec?"
Y/n: "Uhh yeah I guess" You opened the door to her as she closed the door behind her.
Rio: "Baby, I can see your wearing a lot of makeup, especially round your eye, and I just wanted to check if everything was okay?"
Y/n: "Yeah Yeah...I was just trying to do come conclear"
Rio: "Uh huh...well, could you take it off for me please?"
Y/n: "...no"
Rio: "And why not"
Y/n: "I...I just want to shower Mrs Morales"
Rio: "Y/n we've been over this, You call me Tita, and really why won't you take off all that makeup?"
Y/n: "Tita...please I don't want to talk about it"
Rio:" So something is wrong, huh?"
Y/n: "...I don't want to talk about it"
Rio: "I don't care, your staying at my home I want to see whatever your hiding" she said sternly, handing you a makeup wipe.
And so you compiled begging to rub off all the makeup you had spent about half a hour applying, despite anticipating what she would see it still hurt her to see you with a black eye.
Rio: "Oh...Oh Y/n My poor baby"
Y/n: "Can...Can you please not tell Jeff"
Rio understood why, but this was the proof of abuse they needed.
Rio: "Was it your Mom?"
Y/n: "Yeah...but please don't tell Jeff"
Rio: "This is an assault, you need to tell Jeff he can help you"
Y/n: "I really don't want her arrested"
Rio: "I know... but if she's hitting you it's clearly worse than we thought"
Needless to say it wasn't a pleasant experiecne having to show your bruised face to Jefferson and Miles, though he obivoulsy wasn't happy that you were attacked but this was the proof they needed to push for custody, now all they needed was to report it and make a record of the incident, but it was so obvious you were tired and due to the circumstances, Jeff firmly belived the courts wouldn't to too upest if they kept you just one night.
Jeff: "Y/n...We think its best if you stay with us for awhile"
Y/n: "Like...this weekend?"
Jeff: "Well, maybe a little while longer"
Y/n: "But my Mo-"
Jeff: "If your Mom is hitting, I can't just let you go back"
Y/n: "But what about my stuff?"
Jeff: "I can drive over tmorrow and pick you up whatever you need"
Y/n: "I can't...I can't just leave what if she-"
Jeff placed a hand on your shoulder.
Jeff: "Y/n, we will take care of it, you understand?"
Y/n: "...okay"
Rio: "I'll pull out the couch for you M'kay? I'll lend you a pair of my PJ's"
Y/n: "Okay, yeah please""
It was all so fast, you didn't realise in agreeing to stay the weekend in their minds you were agreeing to being their daughter...
To be continued...
Feel Free to give me Dad! Aaron or Morales Family suggestions!
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hello!!! i really enjoy reading ur writing~ like, from the wedding dates post it was love at first read hehe pls keep it up!!
n e wayz, i just got back from a medical operation (it was successful!!) and would it be alright to request some hcs of how diluc, childe, itto, thoma, and al-haitham (separately) would take care of an s/o who’s recovering post-op??? no pressure ofco ^-^
glad your op was successful, anon! ^^ wishing you a smooth and speedy recovery!
genshin men taking care of you after a medical operation
⤀ Featuring— diluc, childe, itto, thoma, al-haitham
⤀ gn!reader, modern au, mentions of medication, use of pet names (babe)
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DILUC
he’s taking as much time off as he possibly can to spend with you. if he really can’t be home atm, he’s got his whole team of staff behind him so you’re never alone
the first few days might be rough because of the pain so he tries his best to keep your mind off of it by telling you embarrassing stories of himself, kaeya, and jean from when they were kids
if you need to just vent, diluc’s a great listener; he listens to all your complaints without offering any solutions so go off!
he changes your bandages with the tenderest of touches and places a feather light kiss on top when he’s finished
he isn't really one for television, but will watch with you if you are; who knows he might even get just a teeny tiny bit invested in the reality show you're watching. he doesn't mean to but he'd make the funniest comments (underrated comedian)
but.... he would enjoy doing puzzles with you like a 500 piece puzzle because the 1,000 piece ones can get kind of messy
his driver takes you to all your follow-up appointments so that he can stay with you in the back himself
when you’re well enough, he takes you on short strolls through his vineyard, with your arm linked through his and your head resting on his shoulder. it’s ok you can lean on him, he’s strong
CHILDE
this man has a big family, he is well versed in the art of caretaking. and yet they still show up with a ton of homemade food, remedies, supplies, etc because you’re basically already one of them
he’s actually really strict on making sure you follow discharge instructions, like anything that strays off, it’s:
“sorry y/n, not until we get the doctor’s approval at your next appointment”
childe keeps you up-to-date with all the new tech stuff, so you guys basically have a smart room. ‘alexa dim the lights’ ; ‘alexa turn on the tv’ etc. and he definitely has all the streaming services so you never run out of things to watch
if you’d rather play video games, he’ll let you win without making it super obvious
some oral medications can be a pain to swallow so he makes sure to give you lots of little kisses as a reward
on the more difficult nights, he’ll lay in bed next to you, propped on an elbow with his other hand playing with your hair. it’s very calming especially when he hums and softly sings you snezhnayan lullabies
100% will cook and clean and do the dishes, but doesn’t really want to leave you alone while he goes to the store, so he’s been instacarting almost all your groceries. don’t worry about the expenses though, it’s on him he says as he pulls out his work credit card (it’s actually on pantalone; he texts you that he’ll turn a blind eye to these charges so consider it your ‘get well soon’ gift)
ITTO
itto is very eager to take care of you since it’s usually the other way around; he’s so grateful you trust him in such a vulnerable state, he just wants to do his best and show you how much he loves and appreciates you
....so he definitely wrote to ms. hina for advice the moment you scheduled your operation
before he goes in to pick you up, he’s in the hospital parking lot giving his boys a speech like
“be extra careful around them and mind what you say alright?” you know this because shinobu recorded it and sent it to you
of course they volunteered to help out with daily errands so that their boss can focus on taking care of you
he brings you flowers when picking you up and a silly little ‘get well soon’ card that makes you laugh because it has a dumb pun
to show solidarity, if you're on a strict dietary plan... he's on a strict dietary plan
your comfort is super important to him so it is a no judgment zone here; maybe you feel weird about things like going to the bathroom or taking sponge baths, but itto is sure to completely reassure you there’s nothing to be embarrassed about
“nothing to be worried about babe, it’s all part of the process. I know what I signed up for”
THOMA
he decorates your home as a surprise! just a little something to brighten it up since you’re going to be stuck indoors for awhile
pampers you and treats you like royalty. once you arrive home, all the house chores are already done, your pillows are fluffed, need anything? he’s at your beck and call
makes the best homemade meals— delicious, nutritious, and follows any dietary guidelines
also has some ready in the fridge to heat up just incase you get hungry while he’s out running errands
definitely bought those little pill boxes that have the days of the week on them so you have all your meds organized already. he refills them for you weekly too
he's good at reading your moods, so he can easily tell whether you want his company or whether you want some space; he doesn't mind either way, whatever you need
thoma is an overall very upbeat person and keeps a positive mindset, however... sometimes it can get a little...too much? a little overwhelming? but! he understands how frustrating the recovery process can be so he takes it like a champ when you get a little snappy with him
AL-HAITHAM
he’s a nerd and a perfectionist, he read up on everything; your procedure, any medications, side effects, recovery, etc and still bombards the doctors and nurses with questions
honestly he is a little nervous since you’re in a delicate state and he doesn’t have a lot of experience as a caretaker
makes you take your medications at the exact hour you’re supposed to; every 12 hours? he’s hounding you at 8am and 8pm sharp
shhh he doesn’t know this but you accidentally caught him on the phone with an old acquaintance from liyue, scribbling down the recipe for an herbal nourishing soup
on your better days, he pampers you by not letting you skip your nightly skincare routine and even applies it for you
can be a bit of a mother hen which is a pretty stark contrast to his usual, more aloof personality. it’s a mental game you’re playing with yourself, counting the amount of times he peeps in to check on you
finally you call him over and he does the thing where he kneels by your bedside to hear what you have to say
“can you just…lay here with me for a bit…?”
and so he does and tells you about his research and projects until he realizes you’ve fallen asleep
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