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b1mbodoll · 7 months

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PLEASE, I NEED MORE DETAILS ABOUT GHE CHUU THOUGHT

pairings: chuu x f!reader

warnings: stepcest + g!p + corruption (kinda) + pregnancy ment + breeding + creampies + somno + masturbation + mommy kink

stepsister! chuu is such a sweet little thing <3 she’s cutesy n innocent n has the biggest cock you’ve ever seen.

it’s not like you meant to see it, but when your super attractive stepsister has water running down her body in the shower of your shared bathroom what are you supposed to do?

your eyes are locked on the rivulets of water leaking down her tits and when they stream down her stomach and pelvis you can’t look away, jaw dropping in shock when you notice jiwoo is hung. the sight makes you salivate and clench your thighs, your pussy becoming wetter as you keep watching her shower.

it’s surprising that she doesn’t catch you leering at her like a pervert, thinking nothing of how you avoid eye contact in the days to come and the way you stutter every time you attempt to speak to her.

images of jiwoo’s thick cock and her perfect tits haunt you, making you toss and turn at night leaving unable to sleep.

you can’t resist it any longer, deciding to play with your pussy to the thought of your stepsister when you think she’s asleep. the urge making you stupid, too desperate to cum while thinking of your sister you forget to lock your bedroom door.

you toy with your clit, pressing down on the bundle of nerves before slipping your fingers inside your cunt, arousal coating the digits. you use your free hand to fist the sheets, bunching the fabric as moans escape you, curling your fingers upwards. your mouth falls open in pleasure and the slick sound of your messy cunt fills the room, fucking yourself even faster. juices leak out of your hole and make a mess of your bed, pussy clenching with every thrust of your fingers.

“fuck, m gonna cum! jiwoo ‘m gonna —“ you’re cut off by a squeal of surprise when your door is forced open, chuu on the other side completely caught off guard by the sight of you knuckles deep in your wet cunt. she freezes and you beckon her over, your stepsis locking the door behind her as she makes her way to your bed.

her voice is squeaky when she asks you, “are you okay? w-what were you doing?” she gulps, sitting at the edge of your bed and staring at your floor as if it’s the most interesting thing instead of ogling your hole like she wants to.

“‘m okay, sissy,” you reassure her, the evil little voice in your head telling you to fuck her, “was jus’ thinkin’ about you while touchin’ myself n it felt really good. wish you could’ve helped me.” a faux pout adorns your face making chuu feel guilty for disrupting you.

the silence is deafening and you consider just kicking her out of your room and wallowing in self pity until she speaks up.

“how can i help?”

doing your best to hide the wicked grin threatening to appear is hard but you succeed, voice soft when you reply to her.

“well.. if you really want to help, you could let me ride you? wanna bounce on your cock so bad, sissy, please.”

chuu’s eyes nearly pop out of her head at your request but she collects herself quickly, not wanting to accidentally upset you with her reaction. “okay, um okay i’ll help you. wanna make you feel good.” she licks her lips, cock stiffening the longer she stares at your exposed cunt, puffy clit drawing her attention.

your stepsister wastes no time in undressing, removing each article of clothing hastily and nearly tripping over herself in the process, her cock leaking precum. you pull her onto the bed when she’s completely naked and straddle her almost immediately, pouncing on your virgin stepsister and grinding your wet cunt against her length, juices coating her dick allowing you to hump against her with no problem.

chuu is in heaven. she’s never even touched herself before but she knows that nothing could ever compare to the feeling of your pussy. it’s embarrassing how quickly she cums, semen shooting out in thick ropes and landing on her stomach before you dip your fingers in the creamy substance and slip them into your mouth, moaning around the digits when the taste of her completely overwhelms your senses.

you take advantage of chuu’s pleasure, impaling yourself on her dick while she’s still coming down from her orgasm making her whine, eyes scrunched shut when your tight cunt sucks her thick cock inside easily.

the tip of her cock meets your cervix with every bounce making you moan and you cover your mouth with one hand, afraid to wake your parents. chuu paws at your tits like a perv, squeezing them harshly and pulling at your nipples, completely obsessed with your whimpers.

it’s not long before you cream around her, rings of cum forming at the base of her cock. her dick makes you feel incredibly full, almost overstimulating you when she bucks her hips, forcing her length even deeper inside, the tip slipping past your opening and into your womb.

“fuck, ‘m gonna cum! gonnacumgonnacum!“ she warns, fucking into your womb over n over until she reaches her orgasm, semen flooding your insides causing you to twitch from the pleasure. “knock me up, sissy, i w-wanna make you a mommy, please!” you cry, clenching around her in an effort to milk her for all she’s worth. “get me get me pregnant, get me pregnant, get me pregnant!”

chuu’s completely fucked out, tears streaming down her cheeks as you rip soft breathy grunts from her chest when more cum spurts from her tip, spilling inside your womb. there’s so much inside it gushes out around her length, making a mess of her pelvis.

she passes out shortly after and you continue to drain her balls even when she’s unconscious, fucking yourself on her until she’s shooting blanks.

#idk what happened #♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot #loona #chuu #kim jiwoo #loona x reader #loona smut #chuu x reader #chuu smut #kim jiwoo x reader #kim jiwoo smut #💌.stepcest #💌.g!p #💌.somnophilia #💌.creampies #💌.pregnancy #💌.breeding #💌.mommy kink

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matchingbatbites · 1 year

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baby you can bite me (18+)

This is one part self indulgence, one part gift for the delightful @strangersatellites Thanks for both putting up with me and enabling me <3 Ao3 Link | 2.3k

Listen, Eddie knows he's weird. He knows it, he accepts it, fuck, it's a huge part of his image. He's weird and he's not afraid to make it everyone else's problem.

It's just- He just feels like there's a difference between being weird, and being fixated on Steve Harrington's teeth. And not in a passing 'oh he has nice teeth', oh no, that would be far too normal for someone like Eddie. No, it's been three years since Eddie noticed Steve's teeth, and he's thought about those perfect, pearly whites far too many times to be considered anything even close to normal.

And like, of course Steve has perfect teeth. Eddie isn't sure if Steve just has good genes or if there was a year of braces that he arrived in Hawkins too late to witness - though Eddie’s money is on the good genes because Steve is fucking gorgeous, but either way.

The bottom line is that Steve has a mouthful of perfect, polished teeth that Eddie wants to lick the backs of. He wants to look at them up close and in person, needs to get his fingers in Steve's mouth and map out each and every one until he has them memorized.

So when Steve finally asks him out a few months after the whole Vecna ordeal, finally kisses him at the end of their first real date, Eddie does his absolute goddamn best to be normal about it. Steve has said over and over how he likes that Eddie is odd, how he likes his little quirks that other people usually tend to find annoying. It makes Eddie feel safe, makes him feel comfortable to just be himself around Steve, and it slowly chips away at his need to come off as normal.

That kind acceptance is probably the reason why Eddie only makes it a month before he caves into his fixation. One month of deep kisses where he bullies his tongue into Steve’s pretty mouth, where finally gets to lick and taste while still being as casual about it as he can possibly be.

He makes it a month before, on a night where they’re just hanging out at Steve’s place, he asks a soft “Hey. Can I do… something weird?”

They’re spread out across the couch and Steve tips his head up, looking at where Eddie is currently laid on top of him, nestled comfortably in the vee of Steve’s legs.

“How weird? Like, normal Eddie weird?”

“Uh, I guess?”

“Then sure.”

And Steve gives him that soft little smile that’s just for them, the one that oozes endearment whenever Eddie does something odd or silly, and he knows that Steve won’t judge him. The reassurance doesn’t stop Eddie from being hesitant as he reaches up, as he settles his hands on Steve’s jaw. He pushes Steve's upper lip up with one thumb before finally, finally sliding the other over those pretty, shiny teeth.

He rubs over the front of them first before tracing along the edge, feeling how perfectly they line up. Presses the pad of his thumb into Steve's little canine, nowhere near as sharp as Eddie's is, but so fucking cute regardless. He switches from his thumb to his forefinger and traces along the bottom row, pushing Steve’s mouth open wider as he slides his finger along the edge, all the way to the far molar on one side before following the line back to the other side.

Eddie pauses when he feels something, though it’s not against his finger, oh no. Steve’s dick is rapidly growing against Eddie’s stomach, impossible to miss with how close they’re pressed together, and he can't resist smirking down at the gorgeous boy beneath him.

“Well now, it seems like I’m not the only one enjoying this," he mutters, pulling his finger out and tracing Steve’s lips with the spit-slick pad. His boyfriend’s face is a pretty pink that’s only getting darker with each second, and Eddie's smirk grows into a grin when he mutters a soft "I like your hands."

"Yeah? You like it when I stuff my fingers in your mouth, angel?"

Before Steve can respond, Eddie pushes back into his mouth with two fingers, slides them along his teeth again before dragging them back over his tongue, pressing down on the muscle and soaking up the little whimper he releases. Steve’s hips press up, grinding his dick against Eddie’s stomach, and the metalhead coos softly, borderline condescending. “Yeah, you do like that. So greedy for it, huh baby?”

He’s still surprised at how easy it is for them to slip into this dynamic, Eddie demanding and dominating, and Steve so subservient, so willing to let Eddie push him around a bit. They’ve only been together for a month, but the roles feel so natural, and Eddie's little metal heart had turned to goo when Steve explained it to him.

"I like that I can let go of everything that doesn't matter and just focus on you, and know that you'll take care of me too."

Steve whines high and needy, cutting through Eddie's thoughts, and the older pulls his fingers out before crashing their lips together, needing to taste and bite and lick into that perfect mouth. Eddie loves how Steve opens for him so willingly, adores the little noises he makes as Eddie shifts up so he can grind their hips together properly.

He keeps it slow and controlled, a clear juxtaposition against their frantic, biting kiss, but it seems to be doing the trick as he feels Steve's hands scrabbling at his back, grabbing for purchase. Eddie grinds down almost torturously slow, causing the kiss to break as Steve's head drops back with a low moan, and Eddie can’t resist diving down and licking a sloppy stripe up the line of his throat.

“Eddie, I want-”

“Mhm? Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”

“I want- fuck, I wanna suck you off, please.”

“Yeah? Want me to put something else in that pretty mouth of yours?”

Steve nods with a groan and Eddie sits up, says "Get on your knees for me then," and watches as Steve gladly complies, moving to kneel on the floor in front of him. He leans back against the couch as Steve immediately goes for his belt, gets it off and opens his pants as quickly as he can and fuck, Eddie loves how eager he is to please.

He shudders as Steve pulls his dick free from his jeans and strokes it a few times, smearing the precome that's already weeping from the head of it. The younger leans in to press his tongue to it, gives it a sucking kiss as he looks up at Eddie through his lashes.

Eddie holds his gaze as Steve sinks down onto the shaft, and though he's only done this a handful of times, he continues to impress Eddie with how easily he takes to it, how happy he is to have his mouth stuffed full of Eddie’s dick. Steve picked it up quicker than he expected, such an eager student one Eddie introduced him to a constant flow of praise, and now his boyfriend is a fucking natural at it.

He sucks on Eddie's dick like he's getting paid to do it, licks over the head on the upstroke and takes him all the way to the back of his throat, occasionally choking himself on it because he likes it, because he knows Eddie likes it. Eddie's mouth runs the entire time, a constant stream of "That's it, baby. Such a good boy, take it so fucking well," falling from his lips until he can feel his orgasm creeping up on him.

Eddie can't help himself as he pulls Steve off by his hair, as he shoves the thumb of his free hand into that gorgeous mouth and smears his precome all over his teeth and tongue. He watches Steve's eyes flutter shut as he takes a moment to catch his breath.

Fuck, his boy is so beautiful.

"Here's what's gonna happen now, Stevie."

The younger hums around his finger, his big eyes blinking open to look at Eddie because he's learned to do that, he knows to look at Eddie when he speaks and Jesus, it's such a thrill for Eddie to realize that.

"I'm going to fuck your gorgeous face now, okay? I'm gonna fuck your pretty mouth and I'm going to come in it, but I don't want you to swallow until I tell you. Got that, sweetheart?"

Steve hums in confirmation and Eddie shoves his thumb as deep as it can go before pulling it out again. He pushes that hand into Steve's hair and his grip is gentle as he feeds his dick back into that lovely mouth. Steve’s jaw goes slack and his tongue flattens against the underside as Eddie pulls him down, down, until Steve’s nose is pressing into his pubes.

Eddie holds him there for a moment, just to feel him swallow around the head, just to watch him be good and wait for what he wants. He waits until Steve lets out a low whine, and only then does he pull Steve back a bit, creating a little bit of distance so he can snap his hips up and properly fuck into Steve’s mouth.

Sometimes he wonders what he did, where did he go so right to end up here, to have Steve fucking Harrington on his knees, gagging on Eddie's dick like he was fucking made for it. To have Steve's pretty hands clutching at his thighs to ground himself even as Eddie watches him start to float away, his eyes hazy as he lets Eddie just use him.

Steve is drooling, unable to swallow with his mouth full and Eddie knows his pants are going to be done for by the time they’re finished, but he can’t find it in him to care, not when his boyfriend is making those little punched out sounds like he’s actually getting fucked - and Jesus.

Just the thought shoves Eddie right to the edge and he says as much, says "Gonna fill up your pretty mouth, baby. Don't swallow yet, want you to hold it for me. You can do that, yeah good boy?" Steve hums in response, the sound muffled by the skin filling his mouth, and Eddie tries his best to be careful as his thrusts get sloppier, more uncoordinated as he chases his orgasm.

There’s the gentlest scrape of those beautiful teeth over his dick and Eddie is gone. He tightens a hand in Steve’s hair, pulling him back until the head is sitting just inside those perfect lips, and he uses his free hand to jerk himself until he's coming over Steve's pretty pink tongue, filling up his mouth just like he promised. Eddie pets through Steve’s hair as he takes a moment to catch his breath, and when he pulls his dick free from those plush lips, Steve seals his mouth shut, keeping Eddie’s seed safely inside.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy for me, sweetheart. Come up here and let me take care of you.”

He pulls Steve up onto his lap and quickly gets his pants and underwear out of the way so he can get his hands on his boyfriend. Steve’s dick is red and shiny and slick, already dripping precome without Eddie having to even touch him. He wraps his hand around it and doesn't waste any time, stripping him at a quick pace, and hears the younger whine as best he can with his mouth still full.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart. Show me the mess I made.”

Steve’s jaw drops and Eddie feels pure heat shoot through him as some of his come dribbles out over his chin. He practically growls as he swipes it up with two fingers before shoving them into Steve’s mouth, covering them in the filthy mix of spit and spend as he fucks Steve’s mouth with them. After a moment he adds another, stretching his lips a little wider, and Steve moans loud when Eddie’s rings knock up against his teeth.

His hips stutter as Eddie shoves his fingers deep, and he knows Steve is close, can hear it in the high whine he releases, can feel it in the trembling of his thighs. He presses deeper as he finger-fucks Steve’s face, matching the pace of his hand as he jerks off his boyfriend.

“That’s it, baby, come on. Wanna see you come with my fingers down your throat.”

That’s all the permission Steve needs. His teeth sink into Eddie's fingers as he drops over the edge, and Eddie hopes, prays, that it leaves a mark, that he'll get to carry around an impression of those pretty, pretty teeth for days. Eddie strokes him through it, milking Steve until he’s whimpering from overstimulation, only stopping when he feels two taps on his shoulder - too much, slow down.

Eddie swaps his hands, pulls the fingers from Steve's mouth before replacing them with the fingers on his other hand, adding Steve's own come to the filthy mix in his mouth.

“Swallow for me now, angel.”

And Steve does, he swallows as best he can around Eddie's fingers before he sucks on them, doing his best to clean them in his post-orgasm high. His tongue runs over them and between them, replacing seed with saliva, and the pleased noises he makes are almost enough to get Eddie going again.

He pulls his fingers out, grinning at Steve’s whine of protest, and wipes his hands on his shirt before pulling Steve’s pants and underwear back up, not bothering to clean him off just yet.

“Let’s go take a shower, sunshine. Get you all cleaned up, then we can take a nap, okay?”

Steve hums in agreement and Eddie smiles, knowing he’s going to be floating for a little while longer. He can’t resist leaning in to press one more - okay, three more kisses to Steve’s pretty mouth, before nudging him to stand up.

It’s not until later, once they’re clean and tucked into Steve’s bed, that his boyfriend pipes up again.

“So my teeth, huh?”

Eddie just groans and shoves his face into Steve’s shoulder, and the younger laughs.

#aka what happens when you combine my Totally Normal Feelings about keery's teeth and gin's thing about hands #here i go again giving my friends the gift of filth #this was supposed to be ~600-800 words #idk what happened #steddie fic #steddie smut #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #joey writes

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idiot-draws · 1 month

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#art #digital art #homestuck #homestuck art #homestuck fanart #gamzee #gamzee makara #this started as a painting practice..#idk what happened #but it happened so have this

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sseniita · 4 months

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not in love

cw suggestive (a lil)

Hero’s image was one of glamour and power. Their golden hair shined with glitter, their blue eyes were kind and hypnotising, their body was chiselled to perfection and they wore bright colours with a magnificent cape they swung around excessively. Absolute perfection. At least that’s how it looked from afar.

Very few people saw the bandages, the bags underneath their eyes, the oil sticking to their hair. And even fewer noticed the tiredness in their voice, the slowness they walked with, and the way how whenever they got a chance, they’d close their eyes and breathe. In fact, only Villain ever noticed.

“Rough day?” The familiar sight of Hero walking into their shared apartment with their arm encased in a sling and a new bandage over their bicep was as reassuring as it was concerning. They made it home, will tomorrow be the same?

The hero could only smile as they dropped their duffle bag, hard on the ground. “Ya. A little.” They said trailing their way to the villain on the couch who already had their arm spread out, ready to welcome their little hero. Against Villain’s wishes to steal a half of the jewels in the museum and run away, it was established early into their relationship that Hero won’t stop what they do best. Each day they’ll come home with bruises and scrapes, another day of the city being saved, and in return the Villain would be there, bandages in hand and kettle whistling. It didn’t really seem fair to Hero and the guilt was starting to eat them.

Rather than a loving partner, Hero felt they had made a personal doctor out of the Villain, taking advantage of them. Soon the Villain would have to feel some sort of grudge against the Hero. Right? They were a villain after all.

“You’re doing it again.” The hero was lost in thought in the comfort of their partner’s embrace when they finally snapped out of it.

“Doing what?”

“Overthinking. Gaslighting yourself.” The villain could read people’s minds. Not in an invasive, torturous kind of way but in the way that Hero would smell chopped onions and chicken broth and would know the villain was cooking up love in the kitchen. The villain sensed emotion and discomfort. Manifested in a stiff neck, or difficulty breathing. Hero wondered if maybe they should become a doctor.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“I worry about it. A lot.” The hero sighed at the objection. Tired, annoyed and stressed the hero gave in to themselves, finally standing up and taking the villain’s hand, leading them into their bedroom, Villain followed quietly, immediately analyzing the atmosphere.

Hero might have thought it selfish if they didn’t know the villain loved them. They would have thought it manipulative if they knew the villain would oppose. And the villain wouldn't ever oppose- not that it was against his will- but perhaps the feeling of being needed by one of the world’s most powerful beings made Villain feel important. Or at least that’s how it started, some sick power kink. It slowly morphed into something softer, when Hero still smiled in the mornings, and Villain would find comfort in it. Villain should have known they couldn’t keep control of a supernova for long. Love was an explosive thing, but what was left in the aftermath of the cataclysm? Nowadays, more than the loving partner, more than a doctor, Villain would become the medicine.

They both knew this, but by some delusion, they’d continue anyway. The way the Villain’s tongue trailed against Hero’s chest and neck felt the same as their wandering stitches, their hands in all sorts of places felt like the bandages that’d cover them up, and the endless kisses inflicted on the hero were a million little needle pricks full of lidocaine. Before, Villain used to be rougher, more selfish and less lovely- an attempt to block out Hero’s repeating thoughts fearing betrayal, manipulation, and treason. Those weren’t there anymore, Hero was filled with pure bliss and the only one overthinking was the villain.

Making sure to not hurt Hero more than they already hurt, making sure to touch the right places, assuring Hero was getting exactly what they needed. They used Hero’s thoughts as something of a satisfaction scale.

Hero felt guilty, yes. But now, in this ritual, they were selfish and greedy, a desperate attempt to feel numb. Hero never had anything of their own, their uniform was rented and technically belonged to the Hero Association, Their belongings were regularly repossessed after destroying a road or street sign, hell, their very image was copyrighted. But this, the villain- was theirs. The Villain cared to a concerning extent and as much as Hero hated for the Villain to be a shell of what they once were, Hero was addicted, completely and wholeheartedly to their love. So much so, that it was no surprise when the hero found a letter saying nothing but goodbye beside their favourite breakfast the next morning.

#hero x villain #angst #writing #original fiction #criticism welcome #hero and villain #villain x hero #this was supposed to be cute #idk what happened

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neptunym · 1 year

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ms paint doodles for @post-it-notes7 's fic series, heart and soul. i highly recommend it to anyone that either likes the kirby anime or meta knight bc it's a delight to read :]

#kirby #meta knight #galacta knight #fanart #hoshi no kaabii #krbay #iyd spoilers #IYD #ms paint #ok most of them are doodles. the strawberry and blueberry drawings started as a ''haha its meta and galacta :)''#but at one point it turned into rendering practice #idk what happened #kirby fanart #id included #i've been wanting to show off those stupid fruits for so long. i spent an entire morning on the strawberry alone #i was literally about to post this when my blog got put in jail #one second my icon was normal. i refresh the page and boom #he's gone #anyway. go read wishful thinking and in your dreams <3333333 #edit: it's almost midnight and i just realised i wrote heavily instead of highly..... this is why we don't make drafts at 3 am #uhm anyway. fun fact. i wanted to draw the thats paint asshole meme but i was tired #so i put the images og GK and MK there as placeholders #but in the end i got too lzy to like. actually draw it lol #gala doodles #gala draws

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blueiones · 8 months

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Yandere! Loser × Male! Council President! Reader

It became a little messy towards the end but oh well. Hope you enjoy.

Blood splattered on the cold concrete floor of the back of the school. He couldn't see, too scared to get wrecked in the face if he removed his arms because of the bullies violence. The smell of smoke made him recoil in disgust while the laughter directed to him made the pits of his stomach churn with anxiety and fear.

That's when he heard you.

The voice was distorted, the ringing in his ears didn't stop. He could only make out one thing. You carefully pried his arms away from his face, revealing your blurred silhouette.

He was out after that.

The first thing his senses picked up was the smell of disinfectant alcohol. Next it was the soft bed and the blanket, but there was something wrapped around him beside that, it was a black leather jacket which smelled like an expensive cologne.

Then he heard you, again.

Only this time it was your soft snoring. He glanced at you, sitting on a chair beside his bed. He checked the clock, it was already past 5pm. School ended two hours ago, why stay with him instead? He thought curiously.

The door opened revealing the face of the kind nurse he knew due to the frequent trips to the infirmary.

"Oh you're awake! Thank goodness, we were about to call the hospital if you didn't wake up later." She said softly.

"Oh…" was the only thing he could muster at the moment as he fidgeted with his calloused hands. He couldn't help glance again at the person sleeping peacefully on the chair.

He then unconsciously started studying your face. He recognized you, the Council President. But he only noticed you now, the slightly toned arms of yours from work out most likely, the long eyelashes most girls would be jealous of and… how beautiful you looked.

The nurse looked at him then at you and smiled. "He wanted to keep you warm."

"Pardon?"

She continued, "The blankets here are too thin, he was worried you'd wake up cold." She pointed at the leather jacket which kept him warm. "I'll inform your teacher, just wait here for a second." She left after that, leaving him with you.

He looked back at you. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, your eyes locked with him.

"Mornin'."

The walk to his house was silent, it was six o'clock by now. He was able to come home a little later due to explaining what happened to his teacher. He had the go signal to come home with someone, it was you again.

It was awkward, but oddly comforting.

He finally stopped by infront of his house, the footsteps behind him did the same. He turned around to meet your face and quietly said, "Thank you." He bolted to his door after that leaving you alone in the street. You contemplated on going after him but later decided not to.

A week passed, the bullies were expelled. After what felt like years, he was finally able to breathe properly, with no one hissing on his neck about how pathetic and stupid he was.

The next time you approached him it was during lunch time.

Another tray of food was placed in front of his tray. He looked up and saw your calm expression, while you sat down in the opposing seat. He was flabbergasted, he looked at you questionably and looked around to see your usual group of friends having the same face but decided not to interfere.

"My name is M/N. I wanted to know if you're doing well now." You said.

His heart hammered through his chest and suddenly he could hear his own breathing, his hands were cold against the metal spoon and fork he was holding. He gulped and found the courage to speak, "I-I'm doing… well enough." He flinched at his own voice and looked up at you cautiously. He relaxed when he saw your patient expression.

Then you smiled. It wasn't malicious. And it was directed at him.

"That's good."

Then you looked at your food and ate.

He did the same thing, only this time he smiled as well.

It became a routine.

And he loved it.

You became closer as weeks went by. Despite your busy schedule you made time for him. It wasn't only lunch too. You hung out with him after school, even when he tried refusing at first because he was afraid he would get in your way, "I can do that later, you're more important." He stopped trying after that.

He thought it would stop as being just friends.

But couldn't help the feeling of annoyance when someone talked to you during your time with him. It pissed him off greatly especially when some girls did it, the small tucking of their hair, the nervous and smiley way they talked to you. He hated it. He knew what that meant, and it didn't help the fact that you were oblivious to their intentions, so he had to whisk you away at times with a provided excuse to the girls.

He imagined torturing those poor girls in his dreams.

He didn't realize it at first.

When he started guilt tripping you with tears when you had to go home, in which you always felt bad so you'd spent more time with him. It came to the point where you practically moved in with him.

He took advantage of you kindness.

It made him feel giddy, you had your own clothes and uniform in his closet. Had your own toothbrush, slept beside him and everything.

He'd love it the most when he wakes up before you just so he could admire you, who slept so peacefully unaware of his wandering eyes.

He soon realized it.

He loved you.

He frowned, did you love him too? It… didn't matter. As long as you stayed with him, everything would be fine.

He smiled, snuggling closer to you, who became half awake and wrapped your arms around him pressing him closer to your chest. He smiled wider, lovesick eyes peered at you with an unsettling amount of obsession.

'Everything would be fine.'

#yandere loser x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yandere oc #male reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #x reader #blueiones #idk what happened #please bear with me #its 12am

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