#if no one does this will quietly delete like this never happened

[aemonds-sapphire]

Aftercare

Summary: You aren't sure if there is anything else Aemond can do to make you fall harder for him, but this certainly does it.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader (lover)

Warnings: NSFW (very mild), Hurt/Comfort, Vulnerable and soft Aemond.

Word count: 1k

A/N: I'm a firm believer that Aemond is loyal and caring to those he has a bond with (the relationship with his mother proves that exactly). This is my attempt at portraying a more open and vulnerable Aemond. With this being said, I apologise in advance for the amount of fluff. But he deserves it! Set after he was named kinslayer.

A/N 2: I had to delete it and post again. My latest fics haven´t been showing up in the tags for some reason :/ sorry...

Warm kisses pressed along your jawline had you sigh as the concoction of hormones plunged gradually. It had become a ritual after sex, and one that you never knew you’d crave and cherish so much.

Aemond Targaryen was still buried deep within you. It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable having his cock soften with each passing second. If anything, it made you feel closer to him.

“Are you feeling well?” he murmured, his breath tickling your cheeks.

Nodding curtly, you shifted slightly against him and smiled as he planted a soft kiss on your nose.

To anyone outside these four walls, he was nothing but the kinslayer, bound to having his whole identity be reduced to that of a heartless cold man who had his dragon kill his nephew. He was perceived as no more as someone who spared no sympathy or mercy.

But outside these four walls, you couldn’t have him like this. Stripped bare. Body and soul. He put on a mask and did his best to remind anyone who crossed his path that he didn't truly care about anything or anyone except his mother.

How wrong they all were.

How wrong he was.

“You are so...” his voice faded momentarily as he quietly studied your face. “... gevie.” he finally said as an afterthought, cupping your face lovingly and caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“You... you are beautiful...” you immediately offered back, which had his blue eye tear away from yours.

He wasn’t used to being praised. All he had ever known his entire life had been pain and grief. Even his mother's love couldn't make up for all the hurt he had experienced at those who were supposed to love him unconditionally. After what had recently happened in Storm's End, it had become significantly harder to have him open up to you. Even so, extending loving words to him was a sure way to having his entire devotion.

Succeeding in having his walls tumbling down, if even only for a fleeting moment, was not an easy feat. He constantly struggled with allowing himself to be deserving.

You placed your hand on his face, mimicking his caress on you. As your thumb grazed the narrow bump of the scar that ran across his left eye, you felt him stiffen lightly.

“I adore you,” your voice was but a whisper.

Aemond didn’t return the gesture, but there was no coldness in his touch. You’d grown used to his silent displays of affection. They spoke louder than any words ever could.

He took your hand in his and pressed a kiss on your lips before pulling out if you in a swift motion.

The sudden emptiness had a shiver spreading across your skin. His warmth soon vanished as he sat back on the bed.

Just as you prepared to swing your legs to the edge, he placed both hands on your thighs, holding you in place.

“Let me take care of you.”

Surprise jabbed through your heart, and you felt a sudden wave of tranquility wash over you.

Aemond’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles followed by a sharp exhale.

Curiosity was battling with your urge to clean up as his thick and warm cum started to spill from you, and layers of sweat sprawled along your entire body.

You had a faint idea of what he intended to do, and it caused your heart to swell.

“You don’t have to...”

He ignored you, extending his hand to grab a hand cloth from the nightstand.

As soon as he brought it to your damp forehead, you jolted.

“Really... you don’t ha—"

“Why not?” he immediately cut you off, and you recognized the beginning of a frown settling on his face… and something else.

While you were merely trying to let him know that this wasn’t at all necessary, Aemond perceived it as something else entirely.

Rejection.

The soft piece of fabric hovered over your skin as he awaited your reply.

It was utterly painful to see how the grip from his past insisted on slipping through every crack of his being. From his father who had done little to make him feel loved to the multiple dragons that had refused to bond with him util Vhagar came along. The insecurity… the fear of rejection… the constant attempts at proving that he was worthy of compassion... love even.

Slowly, you placed your hand on top of his still one, showing him that he was free to go on.

He hesitated at first.

But you smiled reassuringly, and he fell for it. His beautiful features softened as your fingers caressed his hand. A genuine sigh of relief escaped your lips once you felt the piece of cloth brushing along your skin once again.

“I've been wanting to do this for a while,” he said as if lost in the moment.

Even if you were just his lover, you couldn't help but to feel fortunate to have this side of him all to yourself. In fact, you often wondered if, when the time to take a wife came , you'd be able to carry on with your life as expected, knowing that the best you ever had had not ever been yours.

But you couldn’t keep yourself from smiling at the unexpected tenderness. “Really?”

“Kessa… you deserve that much,” he went on, carefully swiping the sweat away with skillful strokes. "You took care of me when others would refuse to."

There was a hint in his voice of something you couldn’t quite identify. It wasn’t sadness nor anger.

He sounded relieved.

“Even though mother tried her best, it was just not…” he trailed off momentarily once the cloth reached your lips. “I'm merely returning the favour.”

Your mind urged you to say something comforting and poetic, but silence took over instead as your body blissfully welcomed his every touch.

He had settled for having the palm of his other hand trail after the other, using the warmth to soothe you.

“Does this feel good?” he asked.

You nodded. “More than good.”

A genuine smile tugged at his lips, highlighting his beauty. “So you feel good,” he concluded.

“I do. And you?” you asked sweetly as his warm hand moved downward to join the cloth that was resting on your lower abdomen.

Aemond’s blue eye lit up, visibly staggered by your question. The reason was, quite frankly, simultaneously heartwarming and heartbreaking.

Barely anyone bothered asking him that. Something so simple, yet he had rarely experienced it. Not until you.

“I’m… good…” he replied, rubbing the fabric along your folds to clean you up from the mixture of your own wetness with his cum.

You jolted when it nudged your still sensitive clit, and Aemond immediately slowed down his movements. “Too much?”

“It’'s good,” you assured him, your sleepy eyes taking in as much as possible.

In time, you were able to learn that there was beauty in silence. In just appreciating Aemond's company. The world outside thrived in chaos, but here it was just the two of you.

It had taken him a long time to let you in and even longer to give himself to you. You had seen the worst of him, through nightmares that would have him scream into the night, to witnessing him struggling to deal with the weight of having started a war. However, you had also experienced him bettering himself for you.

Because of you.

You lay there in silence, but your heart was beating at a deafening pace. No "I adore you's" came from Aemond that night, or any night that followed. But none of those were needed, in truth. Those three words would never be able to convey his adoration for you, or yours for him.

So you took a mental note to scrap that proclamation from your mind, vowing never to murmur those words together ever again.

No more telling him how much you loved him; you’d show him, just as he’d show you.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond fluff #aemond smut #aemond x reader #aemond x you

[37-drc89]

should be the last night we’re apart; kim seungmin

trope: exes to lovers.

genre: angst with good ending.

warnings: self-hatred.

word count: 1,4k.

note: i will appreciate every reblog, comment, feedback, as always! thank you so much for reading! x

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Slight lantern light shined through the glass, painting the room's walls weak orange. Other than that, only darkness wrapped your body tightly, so tightly it could almost suffocate you. Cold wind blew through opened window, sending unpleasant shivers down your spine, but there’s no strength in you to close it. There’s no strength to look in the mirror in front of you. No strength to look at yourself.

How many days passed? Eight? Nine? Nineteen?

How many days passed since Seungmin left?

Counting was useless, it always successfully blurred into nothing. Or maybe it was just you who never tried recalling that day, as it sent physical pain into your crashed, aching heart. However, it seemed to be the only thing your mind could ever go back to.

You promised each other to be infinite, until death and further. But the problem about every good book is that it always has its end, and that's all you've learned since the day you were born. Maybe Seungmin didn't enjoy your book. Maybe he got bored of the plot, maybe the characters were a mismatch for him, maybe there were typos on your side that made him go. You could be searching for any explanation all day and night, but the proper words were taken away from you, along with your promised eternal love, with Seungmin.

Your head rests on your knees, eyes focused out somewhere on the floor, looking for any other emotion that could fill you, other than pure guilt. You need to go on. You might be hurt, but life doesn't end here. At least that's what movies say, so why does it feel otherwise?

Obviously, your friends did reach out to you. They sat there, held your hand, patted your back, wiped your tears. They rewatched your favourite shows over and over again, joked around, and you smiled, you laughed even, only for the grin to go long forgotten when doors closed behind them. Additional guilt creeping on your back for being nothing but a burden, weight even your closest friends couldn't lift for you.

And Seungmin was nowhere to be found. Everytime someone walked around the stairway, useless hope grew in your chest, only to brutally be dragged back down when it happened to be your neighbour. Every notification your phone popped made your breath stop, but his name never appeared on the screen. Your fingers always hovered above that send button, unsure about the millionth message you've been preparing the whole day, always ending up deleting it anyway. You stopped trying and your phone remained untouched since. No point of waiting if there's nothing to be waiting for.

It felt as if every good thing was taken away from you. Your every first time, every good joke, every tooth-rotting sweet message, every pleasant morning and evening when you got to lay down next to the love of your life. Was it all really something you have to say goodbye to... for good?

Even the time when your first kiss happened, on that one regular sleepovers of yours? When air thickened during a simple conversation you always had, right before going to bed, his hand slipped over yours, but eyes never left the wall in front of him. Silence grew between the two of you as you quietly blinked at him. "Can I kiss you?" he murmured with dead serious face and you nodded before you could even think. Situation got to you only when his lips connected with yours, staying there for what felt like eternity. Back then you could swear you've never seen Seungmin so passionate about something, so whipped. Your lips felt like they were meant to be kissing each other, and it felt right. Something finally felt right. When your lungs started yearning for breath and he pulled away, first genuine smile appeared on his lips that night, eyes softer than they have ever been, and your heart told you right there that you indeed love the boy in front of you. And as much as your heart fooled you sometimes, you trusted it - do you now have to let it down and forget?

Or about the night he found you in your bathroom, face soaked in burning tears, body completely nude, all but painful whimpers coming out of you, the night you felt especially unattractive, ugly, hideous. When he caged you inside his comforting embrace, not letting you speak as Seungmin knew nothing but self-hatred will come out of you. When his lips carefully kissed every part of your body, slowly, mumbling sugar sweet words into your skin, as if he wanted them to linger underneath it. He kissed every scar, every mole, every beauty mark, your every insecurity. In the end he kissed away your tears, not bothering the salty taste, whispering his admiration and love. The night you felt gentler about yourself for the first time in your life.

Now you despise what you see once again. There is nothing to love.

1 am struck on the clock, reminding you about how long you've been rotting into your bed, another four hours flew by your head before you could catch them. Few messages from your friends already cold on your phone, you should check them, you should at least let them know that you are alive, but are you really? Can you consider your current state as living?

Krrrth.

Your ears fail to catch that familiar sound of key being inserted into the keyhole, lock sliding open right after. You only notice stairway light sliding into your apartment along with doors opening quietly, but it disappears seconds after. Faint steps growing louder as a figure stands in the doorframe, in complete dark. But the silhouette is so well known to you you could recognize it half-blinded.

He locked his gaze at your poor, small figure, finding your eyes in the dark immediately. Soft pants leave his lips, a sign that he most likely ran. To you.

Kim Seungmin.

The last person you need. The only one you want to see.

"y/n,"

Your name on his lips feel like a curse and like a blessing, and you can't tell if the knot inside your stomach is tightening or loosening. You want to punch him, you want to scream, you want to kick him out and tell him not to come see you ever again. But more than that, you want to hold him and never let him go again. To kiss him all over, to cry into his chest, to confess your love for him over and over again.

Your mind quiets as Seungmin makes his way to you, kneeling in front of you. Moonlight perfectly reflects dried tear stains on his face, you hear his breath shake. His hand lifts up, reaching out for yours, but he doesn't dare to touch you, to scare you, waiting for your permission. Only when your cold, trembling hand leans in into his, Seungmin carefully holds it. His other hand sneaks itself around your back, scooping you into his embrace. You could protest. But this moment feels like a dream come true. Like something you've been searching for for your whole life. He holds you so gently like you're the most fragile, porcelain masterpiece ever created, just like you remember. Your hands roll into weak fists, ready to punish him for leaving, but all you're capable of is clutching them on his hoodie as strongly as you can. Tears that seemed dried out for the past days start flowing, and they run, run, run down your face one by one, creating a steady stream.

Time passes. Minutes or hours, you're not sure. Seungmin pulls away gently, hands coming up to hold both of your wet cheeks. His heart trembles at the poor sight, another set of tears threatening to fall from his own eyes. He knows he hurt you. He knows he's the one responsible for what he sees. And he is ready for you to punch his face, aware that this is the only thing he deserves from you.

But instead, you lean in, laying your swollen, red lips on top of his. And he can't help but hold you closer, like he's getting the greatest award for being the worst dick existing.

"My love. I will explain to you, everything," stream of tears go down his cheek, bottom lip trembling. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry. For everything you've been through, because of me."

"This better be the last night we were apart." You squeak weakly, running your thumb over his lips, effectively shushing him. Right now that doesn't matter, because Kim Seungmin is by your side once again.

You can tell if something is right when most things in this world are plain wrong.

And you know this is right.

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[gabessquishytum]

Human au/Immortal throuple idea!

Hob and Dream are best friends but Hob has a secret. He has been in love with Dream his whole life. But as far as he knows, Dream is only interested in women.

In fact, when Hob meets Calliope in a college course, develops a crush and invites her out for drinks, he sees the exact moment Dream falls in love with her. He watches it happen and feels his heart break again. Because Calliope is amazing. hob already knows it. But what can he offer either of them?

So Hob encourages Dream and Calliope to date, and pretends it’s fine. Dream has had flings before but this time, Hob knows it is serious. Still he hangs out with them all the time. More than he should, but Hob can’t ever turn them down when they invite him out. Their other friends joke about Hob being their constant third wheel.

After a year, Dream proposes and Hob helps throw them an engagement party. And Dream and Calliope both jokingly fight over who gets Hob as their best man. They share.

But Hob is at his limit. He had tried to quiet his heart but it’s just too painful to be so in love. And as long as he is in their lives, he knows he will never get over them. So quietly, Hob puts in an application for a grad program in the states, as far away as he can get. He doesn’t have the heart to tell them, not when they’re so excited for their future. He doesn’t want to ruin their happiness.

The day of the wedding, hob is heartbroken but so happy to see them happy. He means every word of his speech, where he tells the crowd how well matched they are, and how they are his best friends. He hugs them goodbye. Even if they don’t know it’s goodbye forever, he tries to memorize those last moments. And then as Dream and Calliope depart for their honeymoon in Greece, Hob shuts the door in his packed up apartment and hops on a plane.

Dream and Calliope don’t hear from Hob on their trip—but they assume he wants to give him space. But when they get back, they find a letter from Hob waiting. Hob tells them he has loved Dream for years but he knows his feelings aren’t returned. He tells them that he is not angry and that he knows Calliope will make Dream so happy. He admits that he loves Calliope too. He tells them to take care of each other but that he needs to move on and he is sorry but this is the only way he could think to do it. If he saw them he knows they would have been able to talk him out of it.

Dream falls to pieces. He calls Hob over and over but Hob has changed his number. He has deleted his social media. Hob doesn’t want to be found. Calliope is stunned by her own heartbreak. And she’s never seen Dream like this.

Their first year of marriage is rocky. Without Hob’s joyfulness Dream drags Calliope into depressive spirals. Without his gentleness, they grate on each other’s nerves. They realize how much Hob had been the glue that helped them work. Their sex feels more like fighting for dominance than making love. Calliope is sure Dream resents her for Hob’s leaving. And sometimes he spits at her that she is right, he does. It’s clear something is missing. Now they realize not only have they lost Hob, they’re on the verge of losing each other.

Calliope, because she is a queen, finally sits Dream down to talk about Hob. He tends to fly into a rage or collapse into sadness at the mention of Hob’s name these days. But she makes him talk to her about him. About their friendship. And slowly they realize that not only did they depend on Hob, but they might have been in love with him too.

So there is only one thing to do. They have to track Hob down and convince him to give them a chance. But how will they find him when he is determined not to be found? And if they find him, what if he has already moved on?

Oh I love it!!! 3 dumbasses is the only thing better than 2 dumbasses.

I'm imagining that they rally all their friends and family to try and track Hob down. Calliope's sisters put out feelers around Europe, Death contacts all of her colleagues in the medical field, and Delirium has the amazing idea to get in touch with their brother Destruction (now know as Ollie) who also disappeared at one point and knows the best places to go to track Hob down. With a plan of action and hope in their hearts, Dream and Calliope's relationship actually settles into something more like it used to be. They feel united and they finally start to comfort each other instead of fighting.

Ollie's work pays off and he tracks Hob down studying for his PhD and living in the middle of bumfuck, nowhere. He's changed his name and even altered his appearance slightly - long hair tied back in a ponytail, beard sleek and neat around his jaw. Ollie sends the information to Dream and he and Calliope are on the first flight out to the nearest airport.

Hob is... not mad that they tracked him down. He's fucking lonely and he misses his two best friends, and he's not sure if he made the right decision. Never getting to see them hurts even more than seeing them in love. When they show up on the doorstep on his trailer he's so relieved he could cry.

Calliope smacks him on the chest, hard enough to make him stumble, and she says a lot of thing that mainly boil down to "I'm so mad that you didn't even give us a CHANCE to love you." And Dream is all teary eyes and trembling lips, holding onto Hob’s sleeve like he's going to just disappear into thin air. Eventually they all go inside, and Hob makes tea. Just like he always used to.

Dream and Calliope get on either side of Hob and twine themselves around him like vines on a trellis. They need his support and strength to allow them to grow. And they feel awful that they never even realised just how important he was. He should have been an equal partner in their relationship from the very beginning. And now they have him back, they're both practically trembling with want. They need to show him that they want him to come back and be with them always!

Meanwhile Hob is just trying to work out if this is just a wonderful dream come true... or if his two loves are really crowding him up against the wall and kissing every inch of him they can reach?!

#the sandman #immortal throuple #dream x hob x calliope

[synnamonroll666]

I Only Have Eyes For You

Prompt 8: Voyeurism/NonCon Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: One night, Syzoth's curiosity gets the better of him. So he uses his ability to turn invisible for more lewd purposes... Warnings: Masturbation (Female Receiving), Voyeurism, NonCon (If you knew, you'd want it anyway. 😉)... Word Count: 582 A/N: Unfortunately, the final edited version of this got deleted. I don't know what happened but I am so disappointed because it was so damn good and it as proud. But I managed to get it as close to what it was as possible. 😅 I hope you all enjoy it! 💚 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot.

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She lays on her bed before me, legs spread out as her fingers world fastly to bring forth her climax. She doesn't know I am here, and I feel bad about that. Yet I continue to watch as she eagerly writhes against her bedsheets. I can tell her small fingers are barely enough to get herself off, but she still fights for the high she craves.

I stand at the edge of her bed, afraid to move or make a sound. But it is hard not to groan and palm myself through my pants due to this gorgeous sight. I lick my lips as I begin to crave her touch—her taste. Watching the slick run down her fingers and hand as she pumps her digits into herself is enough to get my mouth watering. For a moment, I wonder what it would be like to lean forward and dart my tongue out for just a small taste of her sweet nectar, or even drag my tongue along the crevice between her soft breasts to taste the layer of sweat that was gathering within it. 

Still, I refrain from any unwanted touches that she does not give consent to. I would save that for later, when I know she wants me. Until then, I will stay hidden, blended into the room as I watch her come undone on herself.

She moans out as her fingers work fast, and the sweet sounds she makes are like music to my ears. I want to be the one to make her make noises like that—to fill her up and listen to her moan and beg me for more. Her voice is by far the most intoxicating thing I have ever come close to, and I know nothing else could compare to it.

And then a name falls from her lips that I would have never expected to hear her speak in this manner.

"Syzoth!" She cries as she thrusts her slender digits into herself at a faster pace.

My eyes widen in surprise and excitement upon hearing this, and suddenly, the whole room feels a hundred degrees higher. The way my name drips from her mouth like sweet honey has me melting for her. I can barely keep myself from jumping on top of her right then and there, but I manage to maintain my composure.

As she reaches her climax, I lean forward—resting my hands on either side of her on the mattress—to study her features more closely. Her jaw falls open as she lets out the most heavenly sounds—sounds that make my heart flutter and my pants get tighter. As she rides through her orgasm, her eyes roll into the back of her head as her chest rises and falls quickly with each breath she takes—each breath I take from her, as I am just close enough to do so.

Once she falls limp as she comes back down from her high, I lean forward and press a soft and tender kiss to her sweat-soaked forehead, and she barely reacts—barely even notices due to her post-orgasm daze.

I smile down at her as I take in her beautiful state once more—hair a mess, skin lathered in sweat and flushed, pretty and exhausted expression upon her features—before quietly leaving the room to let her rest in peace. Though as I vanish from the premises, I make a promise to myself that the next time she would use fingers to pleasure herself, they will be mine.

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#mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mortal kombat reptile #mk reptile #reptile #reptile x reader #mortal kombat syzoth #mk syzoth #syzoth #syzoth x reader #kinktober 2023 #SinnamonsSpicyFics

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

Meet the Parents Part 1

Okay! So, someone requested to talk about Gwen’s scenes with both of Miles’ parents, and I thought it would be nice to do something a bit more light.

As always, we start a bit early.

(Also, this post has been needed to be redone THREE TIMES because tumblr keeps thinking I want to delete the entire post while I am just trying to delete a screenshot or a line.)

This part is something I wanted to mention here because 1) I don’t have that much to say about it to make it a post, but still wanted to mention it, and 2) I just think is nice.

Gwen quickly apologizes to Miles about snapping to him like that. I think this is great because while it is a small thing, I feel is nice and realistic that Gwen can quickly admit that she shouldn’t have done that. I feel in any other piece of media Gwen would had stayed mad or made Miles apologize (or maybe one from just a few years ago, I am traumatized by the stuff I watched as a kid.) But she doesn’t have that kind of pride, which I like.

Besides, I think Gwen didn’t want to waste time on stuff like that. The watch is fine, nothing happened; she wouldn’t want to ruin the mood over this.  

Yeah Miles didn’t really seem to care that much anyways, and of course I notice Miles looking at Gwen lips. And considering where Gwen is looking, I believe she may have notice that too.

Do I think he was going to go for it? Maybe, I think he would have definitely tried if they had a few minutes together and didn’t think anybody was watching, I don’t have any strong evidence for this one other that I do think he was trying to get closer not to try at that moment, but maybe find a way to get close enough to do it.

No idea if it would had happened or not, I think even if I believe Gwen is trying to not start something between them (not today at least,) I am not sure Gwen would had refused. Again, the girl is whipped.

Oh boy, I can't never watch this scene without feeling so bad for Miles and Gwen, to be honest I don't know which one I feel worse on this scene.

Obviously Rio and Jeff aren't trying to mess up stuff on purpose (At least I don't think neither of them expected Miles to care this much, or for Gwen to needing to leave as she did.)

But imagine being in the position, going with the assumption that they were having a moment (that may or may not lead to kiss, I think they needed just a few more moments for have the proper mood, but that's just me.) And then your mom/the mom of your crush pops in out of nowhere.

Little sidenote, does neither of them have super hearing?

Perhaps super hearing is too much, but for what I remember their sense are heightened, including sound.

This has been showcased in other spiderman properties in other ways, and part of the reason I thought they had it (or at least Miles,) was because later, when Spot is whispering to himself that he is going to be much more than a villain of the week, Miles hears him.

And this is with Gwen and Pavitr screaming as they hit the shield who also makes noise when hit.

For me when I saw that scene I was like "Wait how did he- Oh yeah, super hearing."

Maybe it was just for a joke and I am thinking this too much, but for me it meant that their hearing is better than average.

Which leads me to...how lost in their own world were these two that they didn't Rio coming in; specially since I think because is not a regular staircase but a ladder, being talking quietly to themselves, they should had hear it.

Guess they were too busy focusing on something else.

I literally watched this multiple times in slow motion to make sure I wasn't imagining things, and then a couple of times at regular speed to make sure this was something that you were meant to catch.

You know? Something funny that happens in a lot of these posts, is that I do an analysis because I thought may be fun or someone requested it, but I think to myself "It will probably be boring, what is there to analyze or catch on this one?"

And then I start looking things at slow motion and be like no fucking way.

I love this because you can actually see that Gwen is actually nervous around Miles' parents.

Yes this isn't necessarily new information, specially watching the rest of the scene; but I what I liked about seeing this in slow motion is that you can see how Gwen goes from the surprise, to trying to act as if she didn't get spooked, to preparing herself to present herself to Miles's mon.

That's really the part that I found most interesting, how Gwen looks down for a second in what it seems she is taking a deep breath before smiling and presenting herself to Rio.

I also love how during all of this Rio doesn't stop looking at Gwen (After all I am sure this is the first girl Miles had brought,) and Miles is just lamenting this is his life.

Another thing I want to bring up while we are here, is that while in another previous scene Rio and Jeff were judging Gwen (I think it was just overprotectiveness, even if I don't think it was nice or fair for them to do so,) in these shots when Rio is trying to meet Gwen, she is trying to smile very friendly and act as normal as she can while looking so awkward.

While she probably still is judging a bit in this moment, I think she was trying to at least act nice and warm because first presentations are important.

Then Gwen puts her foot in her mouth.

Okay, story time.

I am from Latin America (not Puerto Rico, but there are some cultural similarities in certain aspects;) and I remember an american friend of mine, who didn't really understand what was the big deal about Gwen using Rio's first time.

Me, and another latino friend (he was born in America but his background is Mexican,) were just mildly horrified and not just because this was established earlier (which honestly? Smart move from the movie really.)

Here is the thing, how this works depends from the culture, if the parents are immigrants themselves, children of immigrants, and also the type of environment they grew up and how they are as a person.

But for me, my friend, and a bunch of other latine people I know, you would either need to say Mr or Mrs (last name,) or (First name.) In my case, using a last name or first time depended from where I knew this adult (friend of the family, the parent of one of my friends, coworker of one of my parents, etc.)

Considering Gwen is a teen and she is "friends" with Miles and just meeting him, growing up for me I would had needed to use Mr and Mrs Morales until they told me to call them something else, if that got to happen. It would be important that I wait for them to tell me so or I would have my mother chiding at me for being disrespectful.

I am bringing this up because again, my american friend didn't know why Miles's parents were being so hard about this, but for me it made this scene all more investing by the fact that I was on the other side of this cultural discussion.

(Again, take this with a grain of salt. Rio looks like she moved from Puerto Rico to New York a good while now, and for what I gather Jeff and Aaron were born and raise in New York. So how they do things may still be different that what I can talk by personal experience.)

Also I brought those frames of Rio because 1) We see the exact moment Miles knew Gwen fucked up, and 2) While still smiling and looking cordial, we can see the shift in Rio's face.

This is important because Gwen is trying to talk warmly and excited, how she has heard so much about her and knows her first name even if Miles never officially present them.

Meanwhile Rio is probably thinking that 1) This girl cannot just be calling her by her first name just from minute and 2) Oh yeah knows her so well and doesn't know she and Jeff hate that.

Small thing, but I like how Miles goes beside Gwen as soon as he gets his mom properly standing on the water tower.

Yes, it makes sense because this is the "friend" he is presenting and he of course wants to make sure everything runs smoothly with his parents because, feelings aside, one of the friends he always talks but never shows up is finally here and he doesn't want any issues from either side.

I still adore that he went to get beside his girl as soon as possible.

We already talked about Gwen messing up by calling Rio by her first name, so I will not dwell into that.

Something I like about this scene is that when Rio and Jeff first realize Miles isn't in her room, Jeff storms up but Rio stares at the sweater. I believe this is because she was the one who notice it was from someone else while Jeff thought Miles just dipped.

Which brings me to Miles and Gwen's expression here.

Is not a huge reaction but if you watch this scene close you can realize Miles and Gwen were mildly surprised by Rio bringing this; now while it could be just at Rio having the sweater, my theory is that they are both thinking into

1) Gwen's hero costume is probably in Miles' room, considering she has a shirt showing her arms she actually is going to change to her suit later rather than having below her regular clothes like Miles.

2) They are realizing that they got into the room at one point that they didn't know, meaning they could had been caught when Gwen broke gravity for a few moments to open the portal.

3) They are both wondering if Miles' parents may think there is more going on between them because hey how often do you find clothes in your son's room of someone who you don't know, while not knowing how long that garment has been there?

Maybe there are more options that I am not thinking but for now this is what I am going with.

Brief side note but Jeff, what are you doing.

We saw Rio come from the centre, where we later see Miles go down a ladder; meanwhile Jeff instead of using that one (Even if Rio isn't on the ladder anymore and could just come behind her.) is going by one of the legs of the water tower.

He even hit his head while doing this.

I am starting to understand where Miles got his half-second thinking that normally pans well enough but not all the time or working all the way in some cases. Jeff you cannot talk shit about your kid you are the one that when having an available ladder decided to pull a Rambo and climb.

Jokes aside, is interesting how in a way, this confirms neither one here knows what to do in this situation.

Gwen is nervously trying to act out as a responsible nice girl without realizing that cultural differences can make you look disrespectful even when you are trying to be friendly.

Miles is watching this as passively as he can while probably thinking to himself that maybe Kingpin killing him didn't sound so bad right now (I know that would be my thought process if I was in his shoes.)

Rio came almost out of nowhere while looking at Gwen non-stop in a way that makes her look a bit insane when you see it closely.

And Jeff apparently needed to establish himself as someone who doesn't need to use a ladder and is completely fine after hitting his head with a random tube; is okay it was all part of the plan.

Nobody here knows what they are doing but pretend everything is fine, is hilarious.

Gwen still doesn't catches onto that being a no-no and Miles is just looking at the situation unfold but no idea what to do.

I think this is a good time as any to mention something that we all notice but I am still thankful for it: More Gwen screen time.

In the first movie, we got to see Gwen get awkward, but because the focus was mostly on Miles and Peter B, as well as being a significantly shorter movie than this one; the only significant time we see Gwen being kind of a mess while when she was trying to pretend she was a student.

This altogether makes sense because regardless if she has been Spiderwoman for two years now, she probably has never needed to infiltrate in a school and spend some days there. For me it felt plausible she was overall a collected and cool character that only stumbles in really out of there situations that no one would be sure how to do without warning.

This movie? Oh no, Gwen is just that awkward.

I think is important to highlight that 1) She didn't have too many friends, we only get multiple mentions of Peter from her past, not other friends, meaning she probably only was close to Peter and anyone else was just in o-kay terms for school but not much else, and 2) Since she has only needed to deal with May Parker; she isn't sure how to present herself when talking to the friend's parents.

Let alone the guy she is currently crushing on.

(I bet anything that at this point Miles was thinking "Oh is just downhill from here isn't?")

We talked about Gwen, let's talk about Rio and Jeff.

While I do want to have a post about them and what they do in this movie; I want to preface this by saying that while I don't approve how they are behaving here, I can get it.

Is not the worst I had seen (specially in real life, I had seen presentations like Gwen's go SO much worse.)

Rio and Jeff have no idea what going on with Miles, they notice there are lies, he is missing classes, and being unreliable; they don't know what to think. And the fact that he mentioned a bunch of names of people he claims to know but are never around, makes it look like Miles is making people up just to keep them distracting.

And then one of those mysterious people show up.

Miles is 15, and has been Spiderman for a year, while struggling to balance his personal life and his hero life. Regardless that he is head over heels for Gwen, I think is safe to say Miles never attempted to bring a girl or talk about a girl before this, because even if the girl he is crushing on wasn't in another dimension; there is no way this boy found time to date.

Which makes the other viable conclusion that Miles has been hiding this girl because she is up to no good; and doesn't help that she looks older.

(Canonically, she is 15 months older than Miles, meaning she is 16 or 17 at the latest. I think Rio was being catty when she said Gwen looked old enough to vote, but she is not that far off that range, and I could believe Gwen looks older because she is stress out for obvious reasons.)

Is not nice for Jeff and Rio to assume Gwen is automatically the reason why Miles is doing the things he is doing, but is not the craziest of conclusions.

And like they both admit later in the movie; neither Rio nor Jeff are sure how to take care of Miles now that he isn't a kid but is not an adult either.

Everyone is struggling here really.

For me, this a very face palm moment in a way, but I also think is just makes sense.

Once again, Gwen thinks she has this in the bag; her dad is a captain, she probably has met her dad's coworkers before and get along well, she probably had this exact joke with the previous Police Captain. And it was never an issue because they met her in the quality as the daughter of one of their coworkers.

But Gwen is not being judged by those standards anymore, and her dad's coworkers don't behave the same way Miles' parents do.

So I think Gwen is just trying to be chill and do the things that had work in the past, but really she isn't sure what she is doing (and I do believe Gwen is noticing this is not going smoothly,) and trying stick with the usual is somehow making things worse.

Miles finally talks in this conversation (Earlier he was just saying something to himself,) and trying to salvage this the best he can.

You know? After seeing Gwen trying to act casual and failing, Rio coming out of nowhere, and Jeff trying to act tough in ridiculous circumstances; Miles is probably the most normal one here.

He has also stuck up with Gwen's fake name; I wonder if he is trying to keep this consistent in the case Gwen used her fake name with other people in this universe and the teachers at the academy may remember her with that name.

(I don't know what's worse, that the teachers didn't notice a complete new student that came out of nowhere, with no records or similar. Or the fact that Gwen decided to use a fake name despite not being from this dimension, meaning there is nothing tracing her back; at best she was trying to avoid being linked with this universe's Gwen Stacy.)

Couldn't catch a good screenshot because this was movement, but before she said those words she was nodding a little; which I interpret as "Oh thank fuck he remembered that lie because I am not sure what to say anymore with them."

Guess who, once again, put too many images and made the post way too long. Yep.

I swear I don't know how I keep doing this.

Will post the second part of this particular scene today, hope you guys enjoy it despite how long it is!

PART 2

#ghostflower #gwiles #miles morales #gwen stacy #atsv spoilers #rio morales #jeff morales #atsv #across the spiderverse #ghostflower files #across the spiderverse spoilers #why is that every time I think it would be a short and simple post #i end up doing this

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The Drop - Part One

Bakugou/Eijiro/Fem!Reader

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The Scene - Part Two

DNI 18+ Language, mature BDSM themes. Consensual control/beating/restraint. Dom/Sub relationship.

You know me, I love my edgy fluff!!

Clutching at your necklace you take a deep breath. "Until five," you murmur. Tears threaten but you look up blinking, you don't have time to reapply your makeup. Trembling, you open your phone, clicking on favorites, you open his profile. Tears slip down your cheeks. "Shit," you sniffle. Fuck it now, you let them fall hot and wet down your face, screw the makeup. Sitting back on your hotel bed, you know you'll be late to the big breakfast opener. Clicking edit you slowly delete three letters and replace it with Eijiro. It looks strange seeing his name, when was the last time you even thought of him as anything but Sir?

It was at the club, after your breakup with another same old, same old type of guy. You'd been curious and found a local club hosting an informative event. Scared as shit you'd paid the cover and snuck in, sitting in the back. Huddled in a chair you watched wide eyed as the man on stage began putting restraints on a woman stripped down to her underwear. A soft chuckle next to you had ripped your gaze away, landing instead on the large redhead that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"First time?" Kiri could see the telltale sign of frightened curiosity.

"Yeah," you breathe out shakily. Pointing to the stage you see the woman now blindfolded, "what's going to happen to her?" You're sure your heart has never beat faster as excitement and fear mingle into a new startling sensation.

"Whatever she asked for." Eijiro raised his small whiskey glass and sipped. He'd seen you slink into the crowd and work your way to the back. There was something about you. Soft but with an edge, he couldn't take his eyes off you, so when you'd sat down, he'd grabbed his drink and beelined for you before someone else gobbled you up.

"Wait!?" You glance up as the man pulled out horrendous looking whips. "Whatever she wants?!?" The woman was standing completely still as the man ran his gloved hands over her body, his whips gently caressing her skin. "I thought," you lean closer to whisper. "I thought it was up to him?"

Smiling Kiri shook his head, "how it happens is up to him but it's a negotiation beforehand. She has soft and hard limits as does he, both know what's allowed."

"Are they going to have sex?" You whisper quietly this time. Red hooded eyes appraise you. The smile staying on his face, Kiri shakes his head again.

"Two different things, this isn't about sex, it's about dom and sub together."

Looking back up, the man has begun whirling his whips, watching horrified you realize the woman is barely flinching, the whips are almost kissing her. "She's not screaming in pain." This earned another chuckle.

"She's in subspace."

"Subspace? What's that?"

"An amazing place but a dom has to be careful, when they're in subspace it can be easy to overwork your submissive."

"Overwork?"

Taking a deep breath Kiri set his drink down and patted the seat next to him. "Sit here, sorry, I don't know your name."

"I'm (y/n)," moving, you slide in next to him. At that moment you notice he's much bigger than you realized. "Oh," escapes from your mouth before you can clamp your lips shut.

"Oh?" Eijiro tilts his head questioningly.

"You're bigger in real life."

"You know who I am?"

Laughing, you nudge him gently, "uh, yeah, Red Riot." His eyes flare in the dimly lit room.

"Why are you here (y/n)?"

Turning back to the stage you watch in fascination. The man is clearly hyper focused on the woman, every move he makes is deliberate and intentional, something flares in your stomach reaching down like a hand grabbing your clit suddenly, you almost groan out loud. "I think this might be something that would make me," you pause searching for the right word. Turning back to Kiri your heart leaps in your throat at the glint in his eyes, "happy?" You finish lamely.

"Happy?"

"Well, I'm not sure about that," you point to the stage, "but I just feel like something's kinda missing."

"Missing?" He echoes back at you.

Fidgeting, you shrug, "I'm successful, I have a good job and I'm good at running my life. I'm strong willed and have a bratty nature sometimes." You blush, "wow, that all just came outta my mouth."

"Good, I like hearing about you, what else?"

Shrugging, you smile, "everyone keeps telling me that I'm a dominant person but," you sigh, "I'm definitely an alpha, I can manage a million things with one hand and whip up a batch of cookies with the other."

"I love cookies," Eijiro winks.

"Oh, well, you know what I mean. I'm the person everyone comes to when something has to get done."

"So, what's missing?"

Taking a deep breath, you decide to just jump in the deep end, what could you lose? That's why you came here in the first place. "Dating men is hard and sex," you glance at Eijiro, "I - I like a man to take charge in the bedroom."

"But you want to take charge of your life?"

"Yeah," you breathe out, "maybe? Not always, but I think I want a man to be..." You look again at the restrained woman, the man is leaning over her and kissing her back, you can see his mouth moving, he's whispering to her. "That," you point to him, "a man to be like that."

That was it, for two months Kiri had talked to you, texting every day to ask about your day, wishing you a good morning and good night. Taking you to dinner or coffee depending on how your schedules worked. He was always probing, asking, finding out so much about you. At first you thought he wanted to date but as he dug deeper you realized he wanted something very different. Something that would be exactly what you were looking for, at least, you hoped. Then, it happened, when you'd finally slept with him, he'd taken you to such heights you'd begged him to take your body, your mind, to take everything. He'd looked at you with red eyes glowing.

"If you really want this, then I'm no longer Eijiro to you."

You sniffle at the memory, that was it, the last time you'd heard his name between the two of you.

"From now on I'm Sir."

He'd given you the collar a week later and you wore it anytime you were together. Sometimes you'd wear it out but since you weren't a full-time 24/7 sub, you generally didn't unless he was with you. For eighteen months you'd been in bliss. Being his submissive was more than you'd hoped, you'd always thought having someone tell you what to do would chaff. You were an alpha, you made the rules in your life, but it just didn't. He was demanding and exacting, doled out punishment when you were bratty, but he was never cruel or mean. He always held you and took care of you after every session. Then, your world collapsed. Four months ago, you were promoted, to head up the largest division of your company. A huge accomplishment, you'd been elated and devastated all at the same time. You had to move across the country. You had to leave Sir. At first you were going to turn it down.

"NO way!" you crossed your arms staring at Sir. "I'm not leaving you."

"Come here."

Getting up, you sat in his lap, he cradled you, rubbing on your back. "Beautiful girl, you are talented and amazing." He nuzzled your neck. "Don't let this stop you, you're going places. This was a time for you to learn and decide what you want in your personal life, now you need to conquer your professional life."

He'd been right, he always was, you'd moved away and tried long distance, but intimacy was so important to both of you that it began to show cracks and strain in the relationship. Finally, after trying to connect over the last two weeks, your phone had rung at 4am. Sitting straight up you had blinked realizing you were in a hotel. Sir flashed on the screen. Grabbing the phone, you clicked answer. "Sir?"

"Baby girl?"

His voice, smooth and rough at the same time tickled your senses. That was all it took for endorphins to flood your brain, your body felt the prickly sensation of chills as happiness coursed through your veins. You wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. "I miss you."

"I know, where are you?"

"Some Pro-hero conference my company sponsored, that you declined!"

"I did?" He chuckled, "someone's gotta save the world while everyone else is playing."

"Ugh! You could've been here Sir!" You grouse.

"I know, but that would've just made things harder to stop baby girl." He sighed heavily.

"No, we don't need to stop!"

"Listen," his tone firm, "we both know you crave touch desperately, it's what makes you tick."

"It does," you can barely speak as your throat constricts around your sorrow.

"Plus, I know you've been wanting more, even with me. I think you're ready to find someone full-time."

"Not right now!" You clench your jaw, just the thought of someone else makes your skin crawl.

"It's time (y/n), I'm never gonna tell you what to do after today. We'll be back to just being friends again, okay?"

"Okay," you mumble, your head almost fuzzy from despair.

"After I hang up, you're going to go back to bed, don't think about this. It's early there and you have a big day today. When you wake up, you're going to open your phone and change my profile name back to Eijiro. Hear me?"

"I do Sir, I mean," you stopped, you weren't ready to say his name. "I have one favor to ask."

"What?" His voice is clipped, you cringe at his tone.

"Can I wear my collar one more day?" He went quiet, you knew he was thinking, debating on the answer.

"Until five your time. At the end of the day, I expect a photo of your throat with no collar at 5:01 sharp. That's the last command you'll ever get from me."

"No punishment if I don't?" You tease, the bratty side of you rearing its ugly head.

"What do you think?" His voice stern.

Sucking in a deep breath, you nod, "I'll send the photo."

"You know, when you get back, there's a friend of mine that lives near you. He might be someone you could connect with, until you find your 24/7."

"No, I - I can't even think about that."

"Well, when you're ready, let's talk. Maybe I can come for a visit, I'll introduce you. We can all hang out as friends."

"I'd like that Eijiro," you frown, the name just felt wrong in your mouth.

You'd finally hung up the phone and followed his orders exactly, your brain and body never fought him. You'd fallen back asleep and now, you'd changed his name.

Heading back to the bathroom, you quickly fix your makeup, the first texts asking where you were starting to come through your phone. "Time to be the boss lady," you grimace and adjust your necklace carefully, touching the small circle smiling, "until five."

The day had been hectic, as always everyone was running to you for help. The kitchen had messed up on the lunch specifications for the food allergies and you'd had to jump in and order from a local restaurant twenty gluten free meals. The panel was going well now though and you'd been assured that the drinks and dinner buffet was getting set up as the day was winding down.

Sitting near the back you listened to several of the Pro-Heroes debate different issues. Watching the five on stage, your eyes kept moving back to the spiky blonde sitting at the end. Every time he talked, you chuckled. He was gorgeous, even from the distance you could see he was big, almost like, your brain had to pause... Eijiro, red eyes too but he was so different. Where Eijiro was patient and caring, you could see Bakugou was edgy and forceful, not waiting for anything. Standing up, the time for the panel was ending, it was almost 5:00. Clutching your collar, you take a deep breath.

"Explosion! You're not listening to what I'm saying."

"Dunce Head, not only did I listen but I'm freaking disagreeing." Katsuki huffed, eyeing the suits stuffed in the room. He hated these gigs, somewhere he'd crossed his wires and accidentally accepted. "I think shoving people into rocket ships and shooting them into outer space is ridiculous." He turned off the microphone, he was fucking done. In the back a woman stood up and began pacing along the rear panels. He arched a brow, now there was someone that knew how to dress. The outfit was impeccable but sexy, clinging to her curves and still leaving some to the imagination. Sighing, he waited for the other extras to finish babbling, now Raccoon Eyes was going off on some tangent. They looked back at him, he turned on the microphone, "what?"

"She asked you a question," Sero nodded to Mina.

"Look, I appreciate everyone coming out to hear all of this but just because we're Pro-Heroes doesn't mean we're smart, I mean listen to Dunce Head here." The crowd laughed. He saw sexy suit begin moving quickly towards them. He smiled, of course, she was probably in charge. "I mean, we're really just a bunch of meat heads," seeing the reaction on sexy suit's face, he chuckled. Her pace doubled as she launched herself up to the stage.

Snatching the microphone from Bakugou, you smile at the crowd. "This has been a great panel. Thank you to all of our Pro-Heroes for participating, drinks will be served right outside and the dinner buffet will be out on the lawn. It's a beautiful evening so let's enjoy." A round of applause rippled loudly through the large ballroom. Clicking the microphone off, you glare at the blonde sitting on the stool, his big body balanced precariously. He beamed at you. "No," you waggle your finger at him. "You almost messed this up, no smiling, go get a drink and be nice."

"I've been fucking nice all day."

Hands on your hips, you shake your head, "may I advise you next time Mr. Explosion, if my invitation shows up in your mailbox, just say no!" Turning, you smile at the others taking their microphones. One of the techs running up on stage helping with the equipment.

"(y/n)," you look up to see the CEO crossing over to the stage calling your name.

"Oh, excuse me everyone, do you mind meeting our CEO for a moment? He's been hoping to meet you, but the day's been so crazy."

"Sure," Sero stops to wait with Denki, Mina and Shinso. "Oh, but Bakugou is already leaving."

"What?!" You can see his spiky blonde head moving out to the bar. "I'll be right back." Jumping down from the stage your feet scream at you. "I know, I know, later I promise a full foot massage, but I gotta get him back," your whisper to your aching feet.

"Bakugou," you call as you weave through the crowd. "Bakugou!" Trying to get close, you finally call out loudly, "KATSUKI!" Several heads turn and look, including his. Blushing red, you motion for him to come back. Even from the distance you hear him click his tongue, nodding he turns and walks back.

"Miss me?" He laughs.

"Almost, not really," you laugh nervously. "But my CEO does and he really wants to meet all of you." Fidgeting, you peek at your phone. You don't have much time and you really want to sit quietly for at least five minutes before taking it off. If this brat will just cooperate.

Peering at you, your hand catches his eye. He tips his head. "That's a beautiful necklace."

"What?" You glance down, pulling your hand away. You didn't know you were even touching it. "Thanks, I um, would you go back and say hi for me?" He stands looking at you, red eyes simmering a soft crimson color. Stepping closer, he stands over you looking down. Slipping his finger under your necklace, he looks closely at the design, a blonde brow arches.

"Depends on how you ask."

The heat from his body was almost oppressive, he was so close. He was big, bigger than Eijiro. His black shirt and pants covering what you could see now was a very well-built body. "I'm not sure what you mean... um, please?" You brow furrows as you back up. "Could you please go back and say hi to my CEO?"

"Good enough," he smiles, turning as he walks back to the stage.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, you head to the bar. Checking your phone, you see you have three minutes left. The bar is relatively quiet as most people have spilled out onto the large lawn and are enjoying the music and drinks outside. Waving towards the bartender, you smile wide, "vodka tonic, please." You point to the last chair at the bar, heading to your seat, you sit, leaning on the wall, exhausted.

"Here you go," setting the drink down, the bartender winks and heads back to take more orders.

Taking a long sip, you pull out your phone. Using the glass as a stand, you flip to selfie mode. The shot is perfect, framing your neck. Reaching up, you unclasp the necklace and hit the timer, counting down, 3..2..1.. The phone clicks as the photo shows in the corner. Opening your texts, you send it to him. It's 5:01 exactly. His last command. You try not to think about it, realization dawning that it's over. The icy chill floods your brain first, like someone dumping a bucket of freezing water over your head. You can feel your body starting to shake. "Fuck," you hold yourself, wrapping your arms around your body. "Not fucking now," you seethe at yourself.

"Hey (y/n)."

Sitting up quickly, you clamp your mouth shut trying to stop your chattering teeth, your brain is frozen solid, you try to focus. "Mr. President," you can hear your words sound slightly slurred, you see him eye your drink. "Sorry, just got the chills suddenly, long day." You can feel your body and brain starting to disconnect. Not now, not now. You manage to keep your eyes on the President.

"Bakugou was asking about you," as he turns you see him, your vision is so limited you hadn't even noticed him there.

"He was?" you try to sound cheerful, but the sadness is starting to hit now. Glancing at the doors, you need to get out.

"He said he didn't get to meet the person in charge, so here you go. Katsuki, please meet (y/n)."

"Thanks," Katsuki pauses, he can see something is wrong. Your face is pale, deathly white and a shimmer of sweat has sprung up along your forehead. Those beautiful eyes are darting between him and the door. You look like a deer caught in headlights.

"I'll leave you two alone, I have to go get the ceremony started." Turning he disappears into the crowd leaving you staring at those intense red eyes, which were staring at your neck.

"What happened to your necklace?"

"Ng," you can barely think now, "it's, um...gone, time to be gone." Backing up, you turn, "I have to go," you force out in a whisper.

"Wait, are you okay?" Settling his hands on your shoulders, he can feel your body shaking uncontrollably. "Shit, are you sick?"

"Room," you whisper, eyes looking up desperately at him. "Please," you beg softly.

"What room?"

"515," almost collapsing, you feel his arm hold you steady as he guides you out of the crowded room and to the elevator. "Should I call a doctor?"

"No, not like that." You know what's happening. You've dealt with it so many times over the past eighteen months, but never alone, not without Eijiro.

Getting off the elevator, you fumble in your purse pulling out your key. Your hand shaking so badly, he reaches out to hold your wrist steady. "Thanks," you mumble. Opening the door, you practically fall onto the bed. Yanking off your heels, you strip from your suit.

"Ah, (y/n)?" Katsuki can see your beyond gone. Your eyes practically rolling back in your head, you're shaking so hard now. Grimacing as he watches you try to unbutton your blouse, he sits next to you and gently begins to unbutton. "Shhh, hang on."

"Th-thank you."

Pulling off your blouse, he reaches behind and unzips your skirt, slowly pulling it down your legs. Looking back up, he squints at you, something clicks in place. "Are you dropping?"

Eyes wide, you crawl into the bed, pulling the comforter around you. Closing your eyes, you nod.

"Your necklace, that was a collar, wasn't it? You took it off tonight. Did your Dom leave you?"

Tears trickling down your cheeks, you shake your head. "No, moved apart."

"And that happened today?" Katsuki rubs your body, his big hands moving slowly over every curve warming you up.

"Kind of, today was his last command," you manage a coherent sentence, you almost laugh. You could hear his tongue click.

"Can I talk to him?"

"To Sir?" You shake your head, "I mean, Eijiro?" Blonde brows snap upward.

"Wait, Eijiro? You're her?"

"Her? Who's her?"

"Fuck," grabbing his phone Katsuki hit speed dial, listening to the phone ring pacing the floor. "C'mon fucker," he heard him pick up.

"Fucker here," Eijiro laughs, "what's up Bakugou? Haven't heard your snarling voice in a while."

"Hey Red, listen up. I've got (y/n) here and she's in a full sub drop. She's in bad shape, I need you to help me out."

"Fuck, wait? What the fuck? You're with (y/n)?"

"Yeah, something about taking her collar off today?"

"She sent me the picture right at 5:01 your time."

"You broke a Dom Sub relationship over the fucking phone?" Katsuki was ready to punch him, what an idiot.

"We had to, no choice! Fuck, you're together?" Eijiro couldn't quite wrap his head around what he was telling him.

"I'm at some event her company is hosting."

"When do you go to that shit?"

"Shitty Hair! Fuck, listen up, what does she need me to do?"

"Oh, sorry man. Well, she likes grilled cheese, hot chocolate, stupid movies and um, well." Eijiro laughed shyly. "She likes it when I cuddle with her naked."

Glancing down at you, Katsuki lets out a sigh, "okay, got it."

"Take care of her Kat, she's special, not like anyone I've ever subbed before. She's the one I mentioned to you, that moved near you. I thought...well I guess you've met now. She gets really big sub drops. Really emotional and when she finally releases, let's completely go. No one like her. Let me know once she's back to normal."

"Yeah, okay." Hanging up Katsuki squats down, sliding his thumb under your chin, he pulls you up to stare into your eyes. "I just talked to Eijiro."

"You did?"

Watching your eyes light up at his name makes him grit his teeth, no reason to get jealous he chides himself. "He told me how to help you, so hang in there," grabbing the remote he punches in the guide. "Pick out a movie you want to watch and I'll order you some food."

"Can I have some ice cream?"

"You want ice cream?" He smiles softly, "not hot chocolate or grilled cheese?"

"No more, that's over," blinking back tears, you twist your lips thinking. "Now I want ice cream and a hamburger."

Laughing, Katsuki smoothes your hair back, "you are something else aren't you? Proud of you princess, gonna get through this quick, okay?"

"Okay," burrowing into the comforter, you begin clicking through the movies. An old Marilyn Monroe black and white pops on, you turn up the sound and nestle in to watch.

After hanging up with room service, Katsuki moves around to the other side of the bed and lays on the comforter. Putting his hand on your body, he can feel you shivering. "Still cold?"

"Yeah, but it'll go away," you try to sound strong.

"Eijiro mentioned that he cuddled with you?" Pulling down the comforter wrapped around your head, he peeks into the small opening. "Why don't we do that? It might help you warm up."

"W-What?" Pushing back the cover completely, you stare at him incredulously, "but you don't know me, I don't know you!"

Taking a deep breath, Katsuki rubs his hand through his spikes. "Listen (y/n), I'm a Dom like Eijiro. We got into this lifestyle at the same time. I understand what's happening and how important it is for you to get through this quickly, otherwise you'll get really depressed, right?"

"Yeah," tears well in your eyes, "you really understand?"

"I do, so I'm only take off my shirt, gonna leave on my pants and hold you, is that enough?"

"Yeah, that's good," a soft red blush flushes your cheeks.

"That's cute," Bakugou smiles, touching your nose. "I like that princess." Unbuttoning his shirt, he pulls himself in under the covers. Sliding up behind you, he gently cradles you against his chest. Laying one arm down the length of your body.

His heat was like a furnace, thawing your skin. The chills coursing through your body retreat as waves of his body heat ripple through you. It was like the sun pushing through the clouds on a rainy day, sighing softly, you felt every muscle that was clenched finally relax.

"There you go," he coos in your ear. "You're beautiful," he kisses your cheek softly, running his large hand down your hip and leg, warming you. "Simply and absolutely stunning."

"Thanks," you murmur, feeling your body going limp. Your eyes grow heavy, you feel yourself getting tugged down. Closing your eyes, you let yourself drift away.

You weren't sure how long you were out, but a knock at the door startles you awake.

"Shhh,"Katsuki murmurs. "It's just your food, I'm gonna get up and get everything for us." Climbing out of bed, he pulls on his shirt quickly answering the door.

You could hear him chatting with the room service clerk briefly before pulling in the small table, letting the door close behind him, he was alone. Letting out a long breath, relief washed over you. You were worried he'd let the person in. You hated seeing strangers when you dropped. Watching him you almost laugh, he was a complete stranger. So...Why did it feel like you'd known him forever? Pushing the table next to the bed, he lifts the lid on your hamburger and ice cream. Your stomach growls loudly. He scowls slightly.

"When did you eat last?"

"Um, oh...at the, um," you struggle to sit up with the comforter still wrapped around you. You're embarrassed to admit you've barely eaten.

"Don't lie to me."

Your eyes snap up staring at him, your stomach quivers deliciously from the tone of his voice. "Breakfast," you reply automatically. Looking down you open the ketchup pouring it on your hamburger. What the hell just happened?

"Good girl," a smile tugs on his lips. "Then you need to eat." Pulling up a chair, he sits across from you lifted another lid. "Ordered myself one too," he piles everything on grinning at the huge stack.

"Thanks, I hate eating by myself." You munch quietly on your burgers. Marilyn was running around on the screen with her classic hairdo and sunglasses. You've seen the movie a million times but it always makes you laugh. Every now and then you sneak a peek at the large blonde. His red eyes catch you and he smirks at you, silently chewing. You can feel the heat on your cheeks.

"Looks like your chills are gone."

"They are, thanks." Your body is finally relaxed. "I'm not ready to come out of the blanket though," you pout softly.

"Whatever you want princess," finishing his hamburger, Katsuki picks up the bowl of ice cream. "Ready?"

"Yeah," you push the last of your burger away. Standing, he moves the table out of the way and drags his chair to the edge of the bed,  sitting down in front of you. Spooning the melting sweetness, he holds up the spoon to your mouth.

Drawing back, you give him an incredulous look. "What are you doing?"

"Feeding you."

Rolling your eyes, you laugh, "I can feed myself."

"Do you want ice cream?"

Again, his tone, a different kind of shiver races up your spine. "Yes," you nod. He holds up the spoon waiting. Opening your mouth, he grins wickedly, letting you tongue the icy cream off the spoon.

"Better when someone feeds you."

Blushing again, you smile, "it is."

"More?"

"Well of course," you grin. "I promise to eat every last drop, I love my sweets."

"A sweet tooth huh?" He holds up another gooey spoonful.

"My whole life, I always preferred sweets to salt."

"Not me, I'm the salty kind."

"Yeah you are," laughing you dip down hiding your smile. You can hear him clicking his tongue.

"I'm feeding you ice cream and I get shit?"

"Sorry."

"Yeah, we'll see, payback's a bitch princess." Spooning the ice cream slowly, he finally holds up the empty bowl. "Here," he hands you the bowl, his red eyes blazing.

"Here what?"

"You said every drop."

"I did, I ate it all."

"Nope, there's still some in the bowl, if you said every drop, then you mean it. Why don't you finish it?"

Looking at the empty bowl, you furrow your brow. "O-Okay, can you hand me the spoon?" There really wasn't enough to scoop.

"This bowl is gonna have to be licked out Princess," Katsuki cocks a grin at you.

"Licked?" You repeat, your jaw falling open. You shake your head. "I'm on a sub drop and you want me to lick the bowl?"

Reaching out, he runs his finger down your cheek lightly. "You promised me and in my world promises are always kept."

His tone again, a shiver races across your skin. Your eyes grow wide. "But.."

"Someone's gotta get every bit." Taking the bowl he lifts it, "I can lick it for you, since you're on a drop, would you like that?"

Staring at him you swallow hard, your stomach bursts with butterflies as every nerve comes alive. He's not really asking. "Yes," the word Sir almost slips out. You bite your lip.

"You got it," locking his red eyes onto yours, he begins sweeping his tongue through the melted ice cream, slurping loudly for effect. Winking, he never looks away but carefully twists the bowl, letting his tongue devour every inch. Setting the now clean bowl on the table he licks his lips.

"Was it good?" Your voice is small, your heart thrumming heavily in your chest. All you can think about is his tongue.

"I bet you taste better," chuckling he stands and heads to the bathroom to wash the ice cream off his face.

Flipping over you stare at his bare back, muscles rippling as he walks. You realize that you're not breathing. Did he really just say that? Turning out the bathroom light, he climbs back into bed.

"I think I'm warm now."

"Well, that's too bad, 'cause this is where I'm staying tonight."

"Tonight?" You squeak back.

"Yep, Eijiro made me promise to look after you until the end. Since I had to lick your ice cream bowl, I'd say you're still dropping, so," he pulls you back into his arms. "I'll stay." Caressing your arm softly, he kisses your shoulder.

"Alright, um," you glance over your shoulder, "did you want to take off your suit pants and be more comfortable?"

A grin splits his face, "I was hoping you'd ask."

"Just to be comfortable!" You huff as he shimmies out of his pants.

"Of course, comfort." Pulling you back into his arms, he holds you, waiting until you relax.

"Thank you, Bakugou," you whisper. You can hear him grunt.

"You don't like that?"

"Nope."

"Katsuki?"

"For now."

Turning, you look up into his red eyes gleaming at you. "For now?"

Smiling, he reaches up to turn off the light. "For now, you can call me Katsuki, but," his lips brush your cheek, "I think there's a better name for you to call me someday."

🛑TOL - This was so much fun to write!

#bakugou x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #bakugo squad #mha fanfiction #bnha bakugou #ao3 fanfic #bakugou smut #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki x you #eijirou x reader

[batshieroglyphics]

I guess it's that time of year, again, when I ask folks to send me prompts(text is link to my ask box) for the 800-2k word ficlets I send out with holiday cards. (For those new to this, ficlets will get publicly posted to AO3 in Feb/March of 2025. And I usually post the rough drafts to Patreon, if you really can't wait.)

Things to keep in mind about prompting:

I do not anticipate to write every prompt I get, and multiple people sending in the same or a very similar prompt will not make it more likely to get written. (This does not mean you shouldn't send in a prompt.)

I don't write in any of my existing AUs, because I don't want folks to have to be familiar with a longer fic or series to enjoy a little ficlet with their card.

I am not currently writing Harry Potter for personal reasons. Any prompts sent for this fandom will be deleted out of hand. (This does include crossovers.)

I will 100% write a ficlet for my own OCs. I am not comfortable writing a ficlet with another person's OCs unless their creator requests it themself, and are open to me pestering them for more information.

I will write both shippy and platonic ficlets. However, these do aim to be family-friendly, since I don't know who's opening anyone's mail, so we aim for a generalised Teen rating.

If you've never seen me write a ship, but you know I'm in the fandom, go ahead and prompt it. (If it's a ship that I have no intention to write, I'll just quietly delete it, not here to insult anyone's joys.)

Yes, anon is on. Please don't give me a reason to change that.

You can also send your prompts to either of my multi-fandom blogs (batsutousai and the back-up bats-batsutousai) or my twitter (LadyMarvolo). You can also send them through my cohost (batsutousai) or bluesky (batsutousai), but I keep forgetting to check both of those places and don't know what sorts of notifications are turned on, whoops.

BATS' SHIP LIST (text is the link. This is not all-inclusive, just the ones I am 100% comfortable with and down with writing. Yes, I know I said, last year, that I was going to try to put together a platonic 'ships' list. That clearly has not happened. I shall make an attempt again this year, but my promises are sand.)

PROMPTS (just gonna do links to some of the prompt lists I've reblogged previously, just please let me know which list you're pulling from?)

Bats' previously created holiday ficlets prompts list

Line of dialogue

Four word prompts

Numbered dialogue prompts

X Me prompts

I think there's one in my drafts that cuddling related? I'll see if I can't find that and post it some time this week.

And, no, you do not have to pick prompts off the lists. If you've got one you've been dying to send me, go for it. Just, please keep in mind that I'm only looking for short ficlet prompts at this time.

#bats' holiday card ficlets #prompt request #about the Bats

[chrissbitchhh]

BAD IDEA

briefly based of bad idea by girl in red. this is kinda short and mid but that ok ig.

WARNINGS: allusions to FWB?, making out but no smut, thats kind of it !

This is probably the worst idea I’ve ever ever had. And it’s way way worse that I’m about to act on it. 

Me

Hay.  

I click send on the one word text and instantly put my phone face down on my chest, I don’t know if he will even answer, plus its 11:00pm on a friday he’s probably busy. Should I have done that, I should go and delete the message and block him and pretend this never happen-

Chris❌🚫

Oh hello sweetheart whats up :) 

I roll my eyes, of course he’s already all pleased I even texted him.

Me

Nothing wrong person.

Chris❌🚫

Rightttttt, no need to be worried, I’ve been waiting for your text.

UGH.

Me 

Uh uh. 

Chris❌🚫

Aww come on baby don’t be like that. What u need?

Should I do this, I could just not answer and Never talk to him again right? I don’t need him? 

Me

U busy?

Chris❌🚫

Never for you ma ;)

Me

Come over? need to talk.

Chris❌🚫

See was that so hard? Omw. See u in 5.

this was such a bad idea. Me and chris had a…thing going on for a while, it was basically just a big game of cat and mouse, of who would give into the other first, we would meet at a party or go over to the others house and then would go silent on each other for sometimes weeks, before one of us gave in. 

I sigh as I turn my phone off and stare at my ceiling. I don’t know why I keep going back to him, I Mean he’s not bad to me but he can’t commit and is so far up his own ass its honestly concerning.

I lie there for a few minutes before I heard rapid knocking on my front door. Hes here. I get up from my bed and walk out of my room towards my front door, I stop infront of it and take a final sigh of pure disappointment before reaching for the handle and pulling the door open.

“Hay” is the first thing he says as I open the door, his eyes trailing down my body and a smirk on his face. His brown fresh love hoodie, camo pants and his messy brown hair making him look a bit to good. This is why I always go back to him.

“Hello chris” I say moving aside from my door so he can step inside of my apartment which he does very quickly, making himself at home very quickly on my couch. 

“You want a drink?” I ask him as I walk over to my kitchen “yeah sure” he replies I nod to myself and grab two Pepsis out of my fridge and walk back over to him and hand it to him, he nods his head to the side signalling for me to sit next to him.

“I was thinking w could go to my room” I said and he nodded getting up “whatever you want ma” he smirks as he starts walking to my room me trailing behind him. The two of us sitting on my bed comfortably. The two of us just looking at each other in since for a few minutes.

“God” he sighs out loudly “your so pretty it hurts Y/n” he says quietly as if he was 7 and sharing a secret in the playground, I smile at his complement as he leans in towards me. I quickly reciprocate and meet him in the middle, our lips meshing together messily but easily, as always. 

Chris quickly moves onto his back and grabs my hips pulling my to straddle his lap, I sigh into him as his lips slowly move to my neck. 

“Chris” I sigh as I feel his lips sucking gently against my neck, my hands easily finding home in his brown curls. “Its ok ma” he mumbles against my neck. I whine and reach my hands to tug at the bottom of his shirt, signalling to him I want it off, he nods his head telling me he wants me to pull it off, he removes his lips from my neck and leans backwards giving me enough access to pull his shirt off his head, his chain falling back down against his collarbones. His chest illuminated by the purple lights on my ceiling.

I run my hands down it as I pull him back into a kiss, I feel his hands running up and down my back, sending tingling feelings through out my body, as it always did when he touches me. He slips his hands to the bottom of my shirt and quickly tugs it over my head leaving my in my black bra and shorts as he he sits back to look me over.

“Fuck… so so perfect” he says before kissing against my collarbones.

I knew it was a bad idea to start this whole thing with chris, I knew what would happen, and I knew it wouldn’t happen to him. And I was right, it has become more than just hooking up to me, he’s become more than that. Which was the whole reason I invited him over today, I need to end this whole thing, I wont be the reason my own heart gets broken, because its not his fault I’ve practically fallen in love with him

“chris” I try and get his attention 

“You ready for more” he asks and I shake my head which causes him to quickly remove himself from me and sit backwards against the headboard. I look down at my lap in embarrassment which is still stretched across his lap. I can tell he’s confused.

“Hay…” he places his hand under my chin and pushes my head up so I’m looking at him again “you ok?” He asks, concern laced in his eyes. I lightly shake my head, getting nervous as I look into his eyes.

“Whats wrong?” He asks quickly, tucking my hair behind my ears so he can see my face, I don know how to tell him we have to stop because I’ve caught feelings, I’m so lost in this whole thing. And completely and totally fucked. 

“Um…” I awkwardly chuckle, his hands lightly come to rest on my thighs, lightly caressing them, telling me to take my time and that he’s here and waiting.

“I need to tell you something, kinda important” I say as I climb off his lap and sit awkwardly next to him, the feeling of his hands too much for me to deal with right now. “Ok..” He says the confusion obvious. I just sit there for a moment as I prepare myself, I don’t know how he’s gonna react, I don’t think he could ever be cruel to me but its still scary that he could be mad or even disgusted.

“Alright, I need you to not say anything till im done ok?” I look at him seriously and he just nods “yeah ok” 

“So basically, I think we need to stop doing this. And its not you! Not you at all. Its actually all me” I let a dry, humourmess chuckle “Ive realised that I’ve started to feel…more things towards you, and know I need to end it because thats not fair on you” I take a breathe in and close my eyes waiting for a reply.

“Not fair to me?” Is all he says as e looks at his hands in his lap. I furrow my brows out of everything thats what he is questioning.

“Yeah, you didn’t sign up for feelings and I get that I don’t want to make you feel like you owe me anything just because we fuc-“

“Y/N’ he quickly cuts me off “your right, I didn’t think I wanted anything real or feelings involved” he starts, stopping to clear his throat and looking over at me.

“But I think..no i know that im in the same boat. I’ve completely fallen for you and it is scary, completely terrifying to bee honest  but if you want to….I would want to Maybe try something real with you..”

I just look over at him with wide eyes at his statement. WHAT? 

“Are you being serious? You don’t just have to say that-“

“Shut up.” He chuckles as he leans over and kisses me softly, the kiss doesn’t last long due to both of us breaking out into small giggles.

“I would really like that” I nod and he just smiles widely and nods his head “me too”.

#chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo imagine #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #Spotify

[ssinboo]

Here You Come Again

summary: Five years after your dreaded break up, Christopher Bahng returns to his hometown. You thought it’d be easy to just ignore his existence, that is, until you’re stuck taking care of him and his two broken limbs.

pairing: ex!Chan x ex!f!reader (Reader does read on the thiccer side and should be racially neutral, but if she isn’t let me know!)

word count: 8.4k

warnings: Lots of longing and heartbreak, mentions of hospital and implied accident, angsty vibes, reader is quite insecure at times, pure smut, oral (m rec.), unprotected sex, creampie, fluffy epilogue.

a/n: my first fic on this acc, I’m so happy to share with you!

“Christopher and I are over, that’s final,” You exclaim, rounding the office and heading toward your cubicle with a very frustrated Felix in tow.

All week, all he can talk about is Christopher’s awaited return and how you, as the one and only ex-girlfriend, shouldn't just quietly acknowledge his existence but throw him a freaking welcome party.

“That’s not what I’m saying—“ He huffs, leaning over the half-walls that separate your desks. “There’s nothing wrong with being amicable and welcoming him home.”

You sigh, “Lix, we’ve been broken up for ages now, it’d be totally weird.”

“You guys were together for way longer than you are broken up,” He says, as a matter of factly. 

You roll your eyes.

It was true, you and Christopher were once inseparable, glued at the hip from middle school, all the way through university. However, a little after your graduation, he moved to pursue his dreams and your relationship just couldn’t survive the distance and stress of real life.

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“Yes, it does!” Felix stares at you like you've gone absolutely mental. “You guys were together for so long for a reason! You were basically perfect.”

You don’t respond, pretending to be busy with your spreadsheets.  

“No one expected you guys to break up.”

“Both of us did, that’s why we broke up. It was mutual, we agreed it was for the best.”

“No it wasn’t! Neither of you asked me!” You chuckle at that. “It was like my parents’ divorce all over…”

Felix rolls closer on his wheeled chair and crosses his arms, giving you a puppy-eyed pout. 

“Your parents got back together.”

“And so should you—”

You’re about to respond and possibly curse him off when your phone rings and that cheesy ringtone has never brought you as much relief. 

“Duty calls,” You shoo Felix away to his own cubicle and pick up your phone. “Yes, this is her.”

Felix watches your faint smile completely disappear before you manage to stutter out confirmations. 

He leans over worriedly. 

“I’ll be coming right over.”

Your hands shake as you gather up your bag and haphazardly shove your belongings in. 

“I— I need you to tell them I’m leaving early today.”

“Who? What happened?”

"It was the hospital, Christopher is in the hospital—“

Your voice gets stuck in your throat, but Felix realises the situation. 

“Don’t worry, just… Do what you need to do, I’ll handle it here.”

Arriving at the Hospital, your legs carry you over automatically, mind half out-of-it until you’re face to face with the room that holds his name. 

You think about it for a second, considering just calling his mum — it’s not like you ever deleted his parents’ number — and chickening out. But you’re caught by a very friendly nurse who half-escorts- half-drags you inside.

And you see him. 

The love of your whole life up until five years ago. The owner of your smiles, your kisses, your heart and every fiber of your being. Until everything came crumbling down.

And he looks… Great. Better than a vengeful, mean part of you wished he looked. 

His hair is bleached a light blond, his curls almost completely gone. Skin paler than ever — you didn’t believe that was possible, but here he is. Chris makes the ugly hospital gown look like designer.

And he seems more than surprised to see you, like you were the last person he was expecting — Because you probably were. Out of everyone the social butterfly knew, his ex-girlfriend shouldn’t be on the top list of people to get you out of hospital. 

“Hey,” You manage to say, giving him an awkward wave. 

“Hey,” He croaks back, immediately clearing his throat afterward.

You walk toward the bed slowly as the nurse goes about her business. 

He’s got a cast on his right arm as well as a boot on his right foot. You hiss at the purple bruising visible along his neck.

“How— How did you—“ Chris stutters, unsure of how to phrase his curiosity.

Your eyes don’t meet his face. You can’t bear to look at the sunken, sickly complexion without wishing to caress and kiss his ailments away.

“They called me,” You explained quietly, “I’m your emergency contact… Still.”

Christopher closes his eyes, whining loudly at himself. “Ah…” He brings his hand to his face, forgetting it’s clad in gesso and does an awkward half-facepalm. “I’m so— so sorry. I didn’t know they’d call you, I totally forgot I had you listed as my emergency contact—“

You flash him a reassuring smile, “It’s fine… Don’t worry about it.”

You want to speak more, to ask him how the years have been, how he’s been but you’re pulled away to fill paperwork about his release. When you’re finally done, the nurse wheels him back in. He doesn’t speak, only holding onto his smashed phone and the crutch. 

The nurse accompanies you to the parking lot and helps load Chris into the passenger side of your Sedan. You shove the crutch on the backseat, silently hoping it won’t slip and accidentally hit one of you or something. 

“So, where to?” You ask, fastening your own seatbelt. Christopher is about to undo his, only waiting for the nurse to disappear from view. 

“You don’t have to— I can just get an Uber.”

Your eyes tell him you think he’s crazy, “Christopher, I am not leaving you in this parking lot when you can barely walk.”

The way his body slightly jumps at the sound of his name goes unnoticed. He doesn’t respond.

“Are you staying with your parents?”

“Yeah,” He nods. Deciding a ride can’t be that weird between exes, right? It’s like Uber. You’re practically strangers, except you’ve seen each other naked. 

The awkward silence is deafening once the car slides into a smooth hum. 

“How are they?” You chose to fill it with small talk. 

“Mhm?”

“Your parents.”

“Ah,  they’re— they’re doing well. Dad’s retired now.”

“Is he?!” You smile widely, keeping your eyes focused on the road. 

“Yeah, he’s driving Mum absolutely mental. He’s constantly bored, you know how he is.”

“Yeah, I know… He could not stand Sundays when we used to just laze around.”

You practically lived at their house. Living so close by, you would walk to and from school with Chris. You’d do your homework on his bedroom floor before running outside to enjoy the weather. And at night you’d catch on a late-night run of The Simpsons. You shake your head at your teenage self and the insane amount of somewhat-wasted freetime. 

Chris laughs, “Oh, God, yeah! I swear nothing would make him as angry as just seeing us doing absolutely nothing.” 

And then, the awkwardness of missed intimacy settles in, realising you know too much but still too little of the person sitting next to you. 

Goddammit. 

The memory coats your tongue in bittersweetness, the longing for the good times and his fucking laugh bring nothing but an empty feeling at the pit of your stomach. Like when you pat your pocket and think you lost something, but instead of your phone or your keys it’s your childhood best friend.

Pulling up at his childhood home fills you with nostalgia and it’s almost Deja-vu like the view you have of the bright white garage door and the light blue panelling. There’s an old crack on the driveway from when you were helping bring in the exercise set his dad bought and it came crashing onto the concrete, blowing a large hole. 

You get out of the car and pull his crutch from the backseat, having to tell Chris to not move before. 

“Is your Mum in?” 

It’d be a shameless lie to say you weren’t dying to see them again. Mr and Mrs Bahng, the sweetest couple who practically raised you with how much time you spent over. 

“Uh— Yeah, she’s probably making dinner… or something,” He mutters, somewhat quickening his pace. 

Chris fumbles with his keys, seemingly missing the keyhole every time. 

Finally, the key goes in and he opens the front door. 

“I’d like to see her before I go,” He freezes, “—Please? I’ll just say Hi, it’d be rude not to.”

“No— It’s not—“

You catch up, looking into the front windows and realising every light is out and there isn’t a sign of them anywhere. 

“Are they out?”

“…Yeah?”

“Oh, no…I’ll wait until they come back, I can’t possibly leave you by yourself…”

And you walk inside like you belonged— Mostly because you did, you faded into that suburban family home, you settled into the memories, your essence in every wall and every piece of furniture. Every memory of his childhood. 

“No!”

You jump. 

“Chris?—” 

“You—You’ve done enough! It’s fine! Thank you!” He stumbles over his words and his crutches, trying to balance his weight on his good foot. 

“What if you fall while they’re out? I can’t in good conscience leave you all by yourself!” 

He sighs loudly, tightly shutting his eyes as the realisation of his options wash over. Be a better liar or just stop being an awkward coward and tell you the truth.

“They’re travelling.”

And you know what that means.

“…They don’t know you’re hurt.”

Chris doesn’t look at you. 

And you shake your head in disbelief because of fucking course he just pretended like he hadn’t been hit by a fucking car. Because you know with every bone in your body that his parents would never be okay with being away from him at all, let alone when he was hurt. 

“This is serious! They need to know.” 

“No, no, they don’t.” He shakes his head like you don’t understand the situation and you don’t because there isn’t anything to understand. “They’ve been looking forward to this trip.” 

“You’ve got broken bones, for fuck’s sake,” You raise your voice, “What’s a fuckin’ trip when their precious son comes home for once and he needs them!” 

Your words come out a lot more emotional than you meant and you both seem to realise. Chris finally stares at you, pressing his lips tightly shut at the sight of your teary eyes. 

“Don’t pretend like everyone else’s lives have priority…Please.” Your voice cracks.

“I—“ He closes his eyes with a sigh, “Yeah…”

He doesn’t speak, letting your words plunge heavy on his chest, every rebuttal getting stuck on his vocal chords and never making it past his throat.  Because he knows you’re fucking right. Like you always are. 

“Chris, unless you can find someone else— An adult, to look after you, I am not leaving.”

Christopher doesn’t come out of his room the whole afternoon after you helped him upstairs. And you know you’re overstepping much more than you ever should. You’re one of the last people he wants to see right now but you can’t help but worry. 

You make a simple dinner with whatever is in the fridge and make him a plate, walking upstairs balancing the meal — incredibly thankful for whoever invented trays. 

Chris has his laptop laid over his thighs, spread over the one leg that isn’t propped up over way too many pillows. 

And it’s a somewhat familiar scene that almost makes you stutter, pinch yourself and long for what’s forever gone— You shake it off.

“Hey,” You breathe out, catching his attention and when his eyes meet yours, you feel your knees grow weak. “Dinner time.”

“Oh, thanks,” He is pleasantly surprised, pushing the laptop aside and adjusting himself to receive the tray.

“Nothing too fancy,” You shrug. “I hope it’s good.” 

“It looks great.”

The way he smiles so child-like, looking at the messy plate of pasta like it’s the greatest thing ever, just tugs at your heartstrings. 

“I’ll let you eat,” You say.

Chris looks up with sad puppy eyes. “What? You’re not eating with me?” 

“What?” You’re surprised to say the least, “Do you want me to?” 

“Yeah… It’s pretty lonely,” He chuckles. 

“Okay.” 

You try to contain your smile as you rush downstairs and fix yourself a plate. 

As you pull up a chair next to his bed, he’s pulling up a Youtube Video on his laptop. It’s an old episode of a 90`s show you remember catching on TV late at night. 

“Wow. Your suggestions are just korean, huh?” You chuckle weakly. There’s an underlying meaning to this other side of him you’ll never know. You had picked up certain words and phrases growing up together and could be somewhat conversational given the other party spoke very slowly. Never really getting the hang of reading the alphabet. 

Chris scratches at his neck, chuckling back, “Yeah, pretty much. I forget sometimes.” 

You hum.

“How was it?” 

He looks at you, almost cooing at the way you stuff your cheeks with pasta. “Korea?” 

“Living there, your job… Everything,” 

With a big sigh, he smiles fondly, “Well,” You stare at your food. “It was great. An amazing learning experience. It’s completely different from uni, actually working with artists and getting work done.” 

A summer in middle school, a cousin of his travelled to visit. He was a self-titled rapper that taught Chris everything from writing to mixing in an archaic software. You remember the remixes of your favourite songs and the CDs he would burn and write your name on with sharpie. 

Somehow, his love for music never faded. Throughout high-school he was self-taught and he managed to only ever get better. You remember falling asleep as he strummed the guitar, trying to get the right chords and waking up from your nap to a brand-new melody. 

A little before you both graduated, his cousin reached out. He had long given up his rap career, but offered housing in case Chris wanted to try out a job at a big company. 

So he did. He left. 

You force yourself to smile, pushing down the selfish part of you that regrets not begging him to stay. He got his dream. And it wasn’t you. "That 's… Great. I’m happy for you. I’m happy it worked out.” 

You were happy, of course you were. The past five years you’ve stalked his social media and soundcloud, you know his discography by heart. He made you proud, always did and always will. 

Chris stares at you for almost a minute, and you can’t decipher the reason his eyes look so pained right now.

“How about you?”

Biting your lip, you poke at the noodles. How can you face him and not say you’ve done nothing but miss him? 

“Great.” You say,  “Really good, I work in my area and… It’s really… great” 

Chris smiles, nodding. “Wow… that’s great.” 

You hum in agreement.

Silence. 

“So…” You both say at once.

And it eases the tension, getting a good chuckle out.

“Go on,” Chris nods.

“What brought you here after so long?” 

He hesitates. “Missed…” You “…Friends and family, you know.” 

“Yeah… I imagine it’s pretty lonely.” 

“Yeah.” 

“What did you wanna ask?”

“Ah…” He studies your face, seemingly nervous and you hope he doesn’t ask anything weird. “…Have you… Have you met anyone?” 

Something like that. 

You almost choke on your food. 

“…I’ve just been busy.” Busy being heartbroken. “You?” 

The laugh track coming from his laptop as one of the characters says something witty makes you want to punch the screen.

He ponders for a second, “…I tried but… None of them were the right one, y’know?” None of them were you. 

“Yeah— Totally, I get that.”

“Yeah…”

You close your eyes, regretting this conversation altogether. You certainly don’t want to think about Christopher’s love life, not when it doesn’t involve you any longer. 

“Are— Are you done?” 

He stares at you before you gesture toward the plate and he realises, “Yeah. Thanks. It was great.” 

“Great.”

Wanting nothing but to take your brain out and pressure wash it, you simply gather up your plate on his tray and pick it up.

“I’ll be taking the guest room, so just yell if you need anything.” 

“Are you sleeping in that?” 

You turn around, “What?”

“Well, you’re wearing jeans. Isn’t it uncomfortable?” 

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“You—You can borrow something of mine.” 

And your stupid heart skips another fucking beat. 

Walking downstairs and finding you wearing his shirt, focused on the recipe onscreen as you flip pancakes, Christopher is hit with a wave of nostalgia. He stands at the doorway, trying to settle his breathing. 

He wants to wrap his arms around your waist, pick you up, shower you in kisses and never let go. Instead, he quietly takes a seat at the table.

“Good morning,” 

You jump. “Hey, why are you out? I was gonna give you breakfast in bed.” 

Like you used to when—

“Had to pee.” 

That was a bold faced lie. He woke up with a mess in his pants, literally. His brain tricked him with a wet dream of you coming to him all needy, your pretty eyes and your sly smile. 

Chris grumbled his way into the bathroom and struggled to pull his shorts and boxers off and put on a fresh set of shorts. Pulling on underwear over a boot and with only one arm had to be some kind of olympic sport. 

“Why didn’t you call me?” 

You sound so genuinely worried, he almost feels bad for only thinking that you helping meant you being in close proximity of his dick. 

“…Needed to go real bad.”

You chuckle, “Next time just call me, what if you hurt yourself?” 

“Thanks…” Chris mutters, focusing on the pancakes. Pancakes don’t have a great set of legs peeking out of a nightshirt, *his shirt. 

And he shoves down his breakfast like it will run anyway at any moment. Anything so he won’t reminisce on what could’ve been, on how familiar this all feels.

“So, what are your plans for today?” You ask expectedly. The way you’re way too eager to help send the blood rushing down his body. 

“Uh, I stink so…” He laughs it off.

“Oh, I’ll get the bathtub ready.” You say it so nonchalantly like the idea of helping Chris bathe doesn’t drive you as crazy as it drives him. 

“W-What?” 

“Well,” You laugh, “You have like two out of four functioning limbs, right now.” 

“Yeah, but—“ The way the blood immediately rushes down his body doesn’t allow for any arguments against what you said. Fuck. 

Chris opens his mouth again to speak but he is interrupted by the deafening ringtone he set on his phone, his eyes glance at the screen with a curse. Fucking Changbin. 

“No buts, I’ll get the tap running and come back down to help you up, okay?” You leave before he can respond, happy to win the one-sided argument. 

When you come back downstairs, Chris quickly ends his calls with a pissed off huff. Surprised, you stop.

“You okay?” 

“Yeah.” He brushes it off, leaning over the table to get up.

Quickly, you rush to his side and hold tightly at his waist as you make your way back into his room. You had pushed his desk chair into the suite so he could sit somewhere and not dangerously wade wet linoleum while you got everything ready. 

“How are we gonna do this?” You bite your lip, eyeing at his cast. Submerging them would be a terrible idea, even after using almost an entire roll of cling film. 

“I can sit with my leg out,” He blurts out and you nod. Yep, that seemed to be the only way this was gonna work.

“Yeah, that’s good.” When you turn off the tap and instinctively reach out for his clothes, he jumps. “Sorry—“ You cringe at your actions, pulling away instantly.

Chris shrugs, seeming so distant. You wondered if you were overstepping here, I mean, who were you to help him bathe? He probably felt uncomfortable getting naked in front of you. 

“Do you have any soap here?” You busy yourself with eyeing his empty tub.

“In my bag.” 

When you come back with the black pouch filled with toiletries, he’s managed to shrug off most of his clothes, leaving only his underpants. You freeze in your steps, eyes met with the sight of his unblemished body. 

He’s filled up with perfectly sculpted muscle and healthy skin, a far cry from the lanky teen you adored. You can’t help but swoon at how mature he looks. 

Pushing away at those thoughts begging you to ogle his adonis-like body, you focus on the task at hand. 

Once he is in the tub, you sit at the edge. Grabbing the soap bottle and pouring some in a clean loofah you found by the sink. 

You hand it to him, deciding against washing his body lest you make him any more uncomfortable. Busying yourself with laying down his toiletries, you don’t catch the sullen look that stamps his face at your silence. 

When you catch sight of the shampoo bottle however, you can’t help the tiny smile that finds your lips.

“No fucking way we use the same shampoo!” You exclaim, studying the bottle closely. Chris looks away, focusing on cleaning himself. 

“Is it— Is it the same you use?” 

“Yeah,” you chuckle, the scent of honey and cocoa filling the bathroom as you open it up with a loud click. “Mhmm, smells so good.” He visibly gulps at the sound of your delighted moan. “Such a coincidence.”

“Yeah—“ He clears his throat. “Yeah.” 

“D’you need help?” You ask quietly, lowering the bottle until it joins the others by the floor.

Chris tries to reach his back but gives up and hands you the loofah. 

You give him a soft smile and lean forward, promptly washing the bits he couldn’t reach with his left arm.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

He sighs and for a second, you think you shouldn’t have asked, but he answers.

“Yeah— It’s just. Work.” 

“Ah,” Letting out a sympathetic groan, you giggle, “Of course.” 

He shrugs.

You pull his torso forward, lightly running the loofah over his back, and he is very tempted to lay his head on your lap. The way you hold his neck so delicately when moving his body, how you make sure at all times that he’s okay, it washes away any hesitation. 

“Work isn’t great.” 

“Rough patch?” 

“Actually… It was never really great to begin with.”

He waits for the pin to drop, for you to stare at him like he’s insane; an ingrate. Anyone would kill to be at where he’s at currently — working at one of the top agencies and with the greatest groups of the century. Or you would laugh and tell him you were right all along when you told him to not be afraid of new opportunities but to make sure it was right.

But you furrow your eyebrows with such concern.

“what?” your voice is so soft.

“…It was good at first, I— I got to experience a lot of things but…” He exhales, “I can’t be me. I— I can’t do anything experimental, anything that isn’t certain to be a success with a catchy chorus and stupid choreo that will spread like wildfire…” 

His tense shoulders carry five years worth of stress when he runs his hand through his hair and huffs.

“I’m exhausted… That’s why I left.” 

“You left? You left the company? F-For good?” 

It would be a straight lie to say your stomach didn’t bloom elated butterflies at the sound of that.

“yeah… But they want me back. They’re offering me a shitton of money but… I don’t know.” 

You resume your washing, running the loofah over his neck and chest.

“Do you need it?” 

“I mean… I’m not exactly lacking money, I’m doing pretty fucking well, yeah? But it’s such a big number… I feel foolish rejecting it.” 

“Are you happy?”

Chris looks up to stare at you. “What?”

“You used to say, your music made you the happiest,” You hum, “Are you happy right now? If not, what’s missing?” 

He freezes, reflecting for a good while. The past five years of his life flashing before his eyes, every single day he was slowly drained away of his sanity. What was missing from this life he was living?

You.

“…Thanks.” Chris whispers out in a hoarse voice. You stop, leaning back to face him.

“You are the most passionate man I’ve ever met, please, don’t let anyone kill that” 

“Thank you, truly.”

When he smiles, you see a twinkle appear in his eyes. 

“I’m gonna get you a towel, can you finish up by yourself?”

“Yeah, thanks.” 

You hand him back the loofah and he leans back, shyly shimmying away his pants and quickly making sure his private parts are clean. He considers putting his used underwear back on, looking at the shameful semi he’s currently sporting. 

God, you’d think he’s a right pervert.

Here you were being helpful and kind, meanwhile he’s struggling to keep his cock quiet while you’re so close and you smell so good. And your body, God, everytime you moved, he got just a little preview of how you looked under the oversized tee. You were wearing his shirt, too and the scent of his cologne mixing with your body wash and perfume was driving him absolutely insane because you smelled like him.

Chris is in the middle of struggling his wet boxers over his boot when he hears your footsteps in the hallway, in a panic he gets rid of the underwear in the only way he knows how; throwing it out of sight, it lands with a loud thwap behind the door.

Great, now he doesn’t have anything.

You lay a towel down over the seat of the chair and another over the counter. You reach over the tub, making sure your legs are steady over tile, and hold his forearm, pulling upward. When you reach to hold his torso, you’re met with his bare cock, out just like that.

“Oh!”

Instinctively, you jump back, stumbling over your feet, totally not realising you let go of him.

Chris crashes back down with a loud splash and you scream.

“OH MY GOD!”

You’re both absolutely mortified.

You just saw his dick and proceeded to drop him like a bag of shit. And he is sitting there naked and vulnerable with a sore butt, he can’t say you ever reacted like that to the sight of his cock before. 

“I am so sorry—“ You mutter over and over, helping him back up at once. “Gosh, I am so sorry.”

“It’s fine— I’m fine.” 

“No, it’s not, I’m sorry. I can’t believe I just did that.” You’re almost soaked by the time he’s safely sitting on the chair. 

“I’m fine, see? Still here.” 

And you both stare at each other before he cracks up. 

What a stupid fucking scene.

You absolutely reciprocate his laughter with your own, doubling over, holding your stomach. 

God, how foolish did the two of you look? 

Once your eyes met his nakedness, you just blurted out an “Oh” and practically threw him across the room. 

When the laughter dies down, you’re caught in a staring contest and you both drink in the atmosphere; It’s the missed domesticity of a lost Sunday in July when you’d come home and fool around with no worries in sight.

Back then, you looked at him like he hung the stars and the moon, with your sparkling innocent eyes and dreamy smile, he was the centre of your everything and he never realised just how much he had until he lost you. 

“God, I’m mortified,” You laugh lazily, stretching up from your position to reach for the towel.

Chris snaps from his thoughts, giving you a quiet giggle as a response, “How do you think I feel? I’m butthurt… Literally”

You snort.

He can’t help the adoring smile that finds his lips. Ever present even when you shove the towel into his face, muttering a loud “shut up”.

Starlit eyes are glued to you as you run the soft microfiber over his body with remarkable care. Oh, he doesn’t miss the coy bite of your lower lip when you fingers trace his stomach or the audible gulp that leaves your throat when you eye his thighs.

God, the heat blooming in your cheeks was nearing borderline dangerous levels with how it quickly spread through your chest and… down.

And then you accidentally brush the back of your hand against his member and Chris lets out the most delightful sigh.

You flinch, muttering a quick sorry and crawling away from him as fast as you could.

“You should be able to finish up by yourself, I put a towel down before so you could wrap yourself up,” You clear your throat, smoothing your clothes as you exit the bathroom, calming your racing heart down.

What you didn’t expect coming back however, was the sight of Chris quickly wrapping the towel around his fully hard cock with a blush. 

God.

Oh my god.

Brain absolutely unable to calm down, your body is stuck on autopilot as you help him get rid of the cling wrap. Your eyes absolutely refuse to meet his, even as your hands are over his bare chest and your bodies are glued together walking back into his bedroom. No, you can’t let him see just how much this affected you. 

When he sits down at the bed and you’re promptly gathering him clean clothes, his boner is clearer than ever before. That towel must feel absolutely harassed.

Your eyes can’t help but wander off to the evident bulge, the awareness of his painful erection eats away at your brain. How can you do anything else now that you have seen his boner? 

Chris clears his throat awkwardly, looking anywhere other than your face. 

“Do… Do you want me to help?” 

And Christopher practically freezes in place, his eyes widening larger than you’d ever seen. His heart beating so dang fast it might just explode. “W—What?!”

You must be out of your mind if you think you’re going to give your ex a handjob. You’re not that kind of girl, you know better than that. Your friends would kill you. Helping him was bad news, you should’ve just called someone else.

Because you’re seriously considering it. 

Closing your eyes, you blurt it out. “I can help. I will help you.” 

He doesn’t say a word, staring at your face.

“…If you want…” As you complete your sentence, it’s more of a question than anything else. 

And then Christopher swallows his saliva, staring at you with such desire, so much longing you feel more alive than any time the past five years. 

“…Please.” His voice is a hoarse plea and it brings you to your knees. 

You crash into his mattress, leaning over his body to stabilise yourself. Nothing fills your brain but the tempting desire to touch him again, to feel all of him.

Hands trembling, you undo the towel from his waist. A sigh leaves your lips at the sight of his cock, hard and angry and… begging for your touch. The mere graze of your fingers along his thighs makes his dick throb. 

You run your digits over his length, the emanating heat burns your skin with desire. As you wrap your whole hand around him, his body jerks. You stroke up and down, slowly working up a steady pace and getting used to feeling all of him. 

Betrayed by your body, you feel yourself getting aroused at the sight. Every inch of your skin that touches his pulsates with want. 

God, he was always too hot for his own good. 

Chris was scrawny during your years together, the slender, athletic type. But now, he’s filled in so deliciously, even excluding his stupidly perfect abs, his shoulders are even broader and his arms, god, his arms are so big now. 

You want to kiss every bit of his body, discover every new mole, every scar, find out what you’ve missed. You want to know his body like your own. 

He breathes in, running his hand over his face and biting his lip, it’s getting harder and harder to hold back his moans. Chris knows that if he lets go, he will call you baby like he used to.

Second hand joining in, you lick your lips, eyes drifting to watch his face contort. The toned muscles of his stomach jump every time your finger rubs his head and he hisses, because he’s very much aware you know that drives him crazy.

You were mad to think of giving your ex a handjob. But you were even crazier to consider sucking him off.

The arousal must’ve burnt off your brain cells because the next minute you’re peppering kisses up his length, letting saliva drip down while you swirl your tongue around his head.

Chris almost came right there and then. He throws his head back with a loud whine. 

You clench your thighs, slowing down your hands while you focus on wrapping your lips around him. Your head bobs up and down, you hum when you feel the weight of his fingers tangled in your hair.

Letting one hand wander, you’re caressing his skin, feeling his toned stomach jump under your hand, kneading at his waist, letting your fingernails redden his pale skin.  

When he opens his eyes, Christopher is delightfully surprised by your teary eyes looking up at him with such blinding innocence like you weren’t sucking the life out of his cock right now. Every hum sending goosebumps up his spine and the lewd, wet sound making him throb harder. 

You struggle to fit it all, but your pride and greed have you gagging, making sure to reach the very back of your throat. 

“Oh, God…”

That’s how he reaches his limit, shooting his load down your throat with a hoarse, desperate cry that echoes in the empty house. His body arches so beautifully, pale skin coated in a layer of sweat, leaving a silky sheen over his muscles. You find yourself growing even crazier over Christopher Bahng. 

And then his eyes flutter open and he looks at you so longingly you trick yourself into believing he still loves you as much as you love him. Because when he carefully brings you up and whispers such a quaint “You did so well, so good— so. so good.” 

His fingers fucking carress your cheek like he always did and it’s so stupidly loving. It’s such an intimate act when he fixes your hair and wipes the remaining cum off the corner of your lip. 

The way you melt into the palm of your, your eyes closed, your lips glistening under the sheen of his come, has Chris’s mind going numb. How he wanted nothing other than to hold you and fuck you so good until you cried. He wanted nothing but to give you immeasurable pleasure.

But it’s a notification on his phone that wakes you from your daze. The unsettling guilt falling into the pit of your stomach. You pull away from his touch as if it were toxic. 

“Well—“ You say, adjusting your hair and clothes, avoiding his eyes above all. Not able to bear the adoring look he holds right now. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” 

And he panics. At this exact moment, Chris is confused about most emotions but one — He wants you to stay.

“Let me repay you,” It’s a timid plead, echoing in the quiet home.

“What?” 

“I wanna eat you out—“ Chris confesses, “I want you to ride my face like you always did. Want your thighs to crush my head—“ 

And he smiles with a lustful haze in his eyes. 

You’re almost drunk off his words alone, the thought of having him underneath, eating you out like you’re his last meal — Christopher was always a generous lover, getting off on giving you pleasure, on serving you. 

Turning around, you’re struggling to breathe. Struggling to contain yourself at all. You want to jump into his arms, yes, but things couldn’t be so simple. You guys broke up a long time ago. 

“Chris… You’re—“ You breathe out, “ just horny. I don’t wanna do something you’ll regret.” 

He visibly gulps, “Do you regret it…? What we just did.” 

You want to say yes.

But looking into his eyes, the way he gazes at you so expectantly — eyebrows curved up, puppy-eyed and apprehensive lips pressed into a flat line — you can’t lie.

“…No.” 

“Then I don’t regret it either.” 

“Christopher—“ You sigh. “You need bed rest, I mean you can’t even use your arms.” 

“I can still use my tongue.” 

“I—“ 

“Please, I’m dying to taste you. I can’t think of anything else right now.” 

“I—“ You gulp, regretting your words as soon as they leave your lips, “I don’t want to cum unless it’s around you.” 

Closing your eyes, you expect him to call you delusional, call you foolish. I mean, still hung up on their ex five years later?

But he’s way too busy feeling dizzy with the sudden blood that rushes to his cock. His mouth feels dry, and he can barely breathe right with the way his heart is pounding against his ribs. God, he almost came to your words alone. 

Those words had him wrapped around your finger just like that, he would do just about anything for you, right now.

“Get over here,” Chris manages to breathe out between shallow hisses. 

“Chris—“ 

“For the love of God, just shut up and kiss me—“ The words come out way too intense and violent. He wants to apologise, but is quickly shut down by your lips on his. 

And it feels like everything is right. 

Time stops the very moment your mouth touches his, lips moulded against each other perfectly. 

He completes you, like he always did. 

Chris cups the back of your neck, pulling you into his body and you gently sit on his stomach, careful not to put your whole weight on his body. 

Holding you so tight, his kiss is fervent, savouring every second of it as if it could fade any moment. Maybe this was another dream. Even if it were, he was going to enjoy every second of it. 

He would have you again even if it were just a dream.

When his tongue forces its way into your mouth, you sigh into his lips. He can feel your chest pressed against his, thin sleep shirt doing nothing to conceal your figure. Not that he was a stranger to any of it, every inch of you was memorised, carved into his brain.

You tangle your fingers into his hair and it feels just as incredibly soft as it looks, sliding like silk between your digits as you scratch at his scalp like you know he loves. 

“Take— Mhhm— Take it off—“ Chris whines into your lips, pulling at your shirt, struggling to maneuver without the use of his right hand. 

You part your kiss, laughing softly and that sound sends a thrill down his entire body.

Once the shirt is off, you’re suddenly self-conscious. I mean, you’re no longer twenty-one and the things that used to be perky and smooth are now all flabby and textured. Even though time has passed for the both of you, it seems like Chris only looks more beautiful. 

But he looks at you with such an adoring gaze, admiring every element that makes up the masterpiece that is you. Drinking in every new mark on your skin, he wants to burn this image into his eyes, just in case he can never be blessed with this sight again. 

A part of him wants to wallow in self-pity, the idea of your body changing, of you changing, away from his eyes is painful.

But, for now, he’s going to lay in your curves and take everything he missed.

His tongue runs hot along your neck and your body tingles with want. No other man, no other person ever had such a grip on you like Chrstopher. 

“God—“ You sigh, “I need you, Chris, right now—“ 

He groans.

“I know, baby. But I need to get you ready and wet for me.” 

“I’m dripping.” You confess. “I’ve been wet since you took off your fucking shirt and I had to touch you.” 

He pulled you into a kiss so harsh the bed creaked. God, you were crazy, he was insane and you were both driving each other into madness. 

Biting your lips, you steady your body on his good shoulder and position yourself. Chris sighs at the sight of your dripping cunt hovering so close to his throbbing member.

Slowly, inch-by-inch, you lower your body onto his member,welcoming the stretch with a shy mewl. He fills you up, more than you’d thought, much better than you remembered. 

Every second you’re not moving feels torturous to him. Feeling your walls clamp around cock, so wet and warm and perfect, he has to will himself not to cum right then and there.

You start your slow movements up and down, easing yourself into a pace that feels right.

“I’ve dreamt of this,” Chris blurts out between breathy whimpers.

You laugh it off. 

“Last night.” 

“what?”

“I had a dream—Ngh.— I dreamt you were around me just like you were now.” 

You smile, your walls clenching at the idea of his desire for you. Chris thinking about you in his most intimate moments.

“Is—“ You sigh, “Is it as good as your dream?” 

“No—“ He hisses and your smile fades. “It’s so much better. So much better. I forgot how perfect you were. So perfect.”

The compliment goes straight to your cheeks, heat spreading through your skin and pooling on your chest. You’d be perfect for him, always would. 

“yeah?” You breathe out, quitting your bouncing for a second to circle your hips. The friction it provides to your clit is more than enough to take away any restraint you had left.

Chris nods, whining at the lack of movement. 

Leaning forward, you take his pouty lips in a sweet, quickened peck. His hand tightly grips your waist, fingers lightly tracing at your skin, following your slow pace. 

From your lips leaks a tempting prayer of his name, slurry and breathless. 

He drinks in the sight of your concentrated expression, eyebrows pulled in together as you slide your body up and down so diligently to make him feel good. 

Tracing along your waist, his hands find your ass and he can’t help but knead at your skin, giving it a good slap.

You yelp, not holding back your giggle at the surprise slap. 

And at the sound of your saccharine laughter, Chris feels the hole in his soul be repaired with the dripping honey of your existence, tightly woven with your mischievous smiles and side-eyed smirks.

Chris wraps his arm around your back and brings you tight to his chest, your body is so hot pressed against his, every curve and outline fits together. He takes your lips in a heated kiss, humming sweetly into your throat.

You would be able to hear how desperately his heart pounded against his chest if it weren’t for your own loud heartbeat pouring at your ribcage. 

Every time you raise your hips to the very tip of his member only to bottom out in one-go, Chris throws his head back with a long whine. His broken sighs spark up electricity down your body and straight to your core, he feels so absolutely dizzying inside of you, so full, you feel every inch of him. 

“I—“ He chokes, “‘M not gonna last long.” 

“Oh, thank god. Me either,” You breathe out into a quiet laugh, thankful you won’t have to keep shooing away your orgasm. “C’mon— Ah! Give it to me—“ You lick your lips at the thought of his cum painting your walls. “Fill me up, been too long, mhm? Make sure it doesn’t leak out.” 

You see the way he bites his lips, his hips meeting yours with unrestrained strength. 

Oh, he will give it all to you. 

His lips crash into yours as you both reach your limits, the exploding release flooding your brain with nothing but endorphin. 

Sitting quietly, you feel the way his member convulses inside you, its last strings spurting out lazily into your walls. Every twitch has you clenching around his sensitive cock; His hisses are a great sign you should control your pussy. 

Trying his best to wrap both of his arms around you, Chris pulls you tighter into his chest, pressing a kiss to your hair. 

The weight of your tired silhouette laying on his chest feels absolutely right. The thrumming of your racing heart against his, settling into synchronized rhythms. You belonged there. You always would. 

When he feels you wriggling, Chris sighs, pulling you tighter, “Don’t— Don’t leave me.”

You close your eyes, willing away every ounce of your body that misses him, you can’t do this to yourself. No, this will probably just be a one-time thing and when he gets better, he will leave you, again. 

“Chris—“ 

“I bought it so I could smell like  you.” His voice is hoarse and hesitant, a silent whisper that instantly relaxes your body.

“What?”

“The shampoo. The stupid shampoo. I bought it after we broke up because I couldn’t fucking sleep unless my pillowcase smelled like honey and cocoa.” He regrets it as soon as the words leave his lips.

But you lay there, floored. Before you even realise, the dam breaks and you’re sobbing. You’re so goddamn happy he missed you as much as you missed him.

Celebrating your 35th birthday meant getting woken up by happy little screams and the absolute sweetest giggles filling your ears. You groaned, silently mourning a good night’s rest.

The past week had been filled with nothing but aversion to that dreaded saturday. What were Birthdays but a constant reminder that you were only getting older? Wasn’t the white hair you found last month enough?

But now, groggily opening your eyes to immediately lock your sight on the three mischievous silhouettes by the door, you can’t help but smile.

“She’s awake, get her!” Your husband cries out, setting out your two very enthusiastic twins running to your bed.

They jump onto your bed, expertly crawling toward you and bombarding your face with sweet little kisses. You laugh under their love-bombing, tiny faces rubbing against your cheeks.

Christopher watches by the bedside, holding up the tray of birthday breakfast with a loving gaze glued to his face. 

You’d gotten married not long after your reunion and Chris had started making his own music, producing independently. Most artists he’d worked with before actually followed him into his freelance days, making the transition much smoother. 

Two of his fellow producers joined in on that adventure and they were far more successful than either could’ve predicted. You’d bought a house for renovation after your promotion, planning on doing it all together. Too bad you’d find out soon about your pregnancy, Christopher refused to let you lift a single finger your entire gestation.

“Come on, come on, boys, let mummy breathe,” at the sound of their father’s voice, the twins cease their kisses and take a seat by your feet so Chris can set the table over your lap.

“Happy birthday, honey, I love you,” He kisses your lips, sitting by his sons at the foot of the bed.

“What is this? Oh my goodness!” You exclaim, eyeing the spread of fruit-filled pancakes and syrup, eggs, bacon, orange juice. A breakfast of royalty.

“Happy birthday, mummy! We love you!” Your youngest chimes in, absolutely melting your heart. 

Looking at your sons, you smile. Both an absolute carbon copy of their daddy, from their heads of curly black hair to their little toes. They’d be turning four sooner than you’d wish, hoping your babies would never grow up. No day would ever be bad when you have your three boys. 

“Come here, my babies,” You coo, humming as your boys crash against your chest and you nuzzle your nose on their curly heads. “Thank you, babies, I love you.” You kiss your eldest, “And you,” You kiss your youngest, “So, so much.” 

They giggle in your arms, “What about daddy?”

“Well, I’m still not sure.”

They laugh even harder much to the chagrin of your husband.

“Come on, boys, whoever’s dressed first gets a chocolate chip cookie.” 

And with that they’re far gone from your embrace and out of the door in a hurry. Christopher joins you in bed with a chuckle. 

“What was that?”

“Mum and Dad got the kids for today, which means you and I, have a full day of doing absolutely nothing,” He winks, stealing a strawberry from your pancakes.

You moan at the sound of that, “Oh my God, I love you,” Leaning over you kiss his lips and cheeks, ecstatic at the sound of a day off. 

“Oh, so now, you love me?” Faking hurt, he puts a hand to his hip.

“That’s up for debate,”

“Oh, yeah? You and I need to get working on the boys’ birthday present today,”  Chris says, leaning over to kiss your neck.

Mouthful of pancakes and whipped cream, you furrow your brows. “What did they ask for?” 

“A little sibling.”

You choke on your food, whipping your head to stare at him, “They’re spending too much time with your friends.” 

He laughs at that, fingers tracing circles on your forearm. “They’ll be joining school soon, don’t you miss having a little one?”

“God don’t remind me of that,” You whine, “Maybe I’ll have two girls, I won’t be outnumbered anymore.”

Christopher laughs, mind wondering what your daughters would look like. Oh, he loved that idea. “I’m not opposed to that. I’ll throw them the best princess tea parties.” 

You smile, leaning over to kiss your husband. 

“Daddy! I was ready first!”

“No, daddy! I was.”

Duty calls.

“I’ll be right back,” He whispers, giving you a kiss of stolen birthday strawberry and whipped cream, “I love you.”

“Mhm. I love you, too.”

You watch the love of your life run to find your sons to give them their reward as you enjoy your amazing birthday-breakfast in bed. You’d just been named the head leader for the newest project and Chris’s trio had reached the Top 10 on billboard. You couldn’t imagine more well-behaved, loving sons, even if they were just copies of their daddy.

A lot changed in the past decade, but one thing will always be constant.

You’ll love Christopher Bahng forever.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids bang chan x reader #skz smut #skz imagines #bang chan smut #bang chan x reader smut #bang chan x reader #stray kids x chubby reader #stray kids x plus size reader #skz bang chan x reader #skz x reader #skz x reader smut #Here You Come Again #🧭skz

[it-happened-one-fic]

Dead of the Night - Diluc (Part 2)

Author Notes: The second part of my Halloween/October fic series for Genshin Impact! Much of what applied to the first part applies to this part as well. I wrote and edited this Vampire! AU series exclusively to "Is this Love" by Whitesnake which did kind of influence how this series came together. As per usual, Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-Neutral Reader/ Vampire! AU/ pining/ romance/ some drama/ fluff with a touch of angst

Word Count: 1711

{Part 1}, {Part 2: You're Here!}, {Part 3}, {Part 4}

Also available on AO3 (link deleted due to glitches)

Trigger Warning: Reader does get attacked by a vampire, but all is well.

I blinked up at Diluc, not entirely sure of what to say, as the vampire that had just attacked me collapsed into ashes mere seconds after ignition.

Thank you? You’re a vampire?! How on earth did you get here this quickly??! 

They all seemed like reasonable reactions, but I faltered as he turned to look down at me, backlit by the remains of the burning pyre behind him.

His face was a mask of worry as he looked down at where I remained. Sprawled on the ground from where the vampire had tackled me.

He dropped down into a crouch at a distance that I realized was to ensure I felt safe with him. Almost like he somehow knew that I’d seen his fangs and was worried that I was afraid.

 It was a realization that brought a pang to my heart because it was true. Even though he’d just saved me, I was afraid.

“Are you alright?” His voice was cautious, but the undertone of worry was there, and I could clearly see the concern in his eyes.

And slowly, I nodded before, at long last, finding my voice, “Yeah… I’m okay.”

I watched as some of the tenseness left his frame and he stood once more, reaching down towards where I still sat on the ground, “Can you stand?” That was a very valid question, I realized, as I finally noticed my legs were trembling from the adrenaline crash that I was currently experiencing. 

A crash that I really didn’t want to be dealing with right now since I’d just found out that my childhood friend, who’d just saved my life, was a vampire.

“I… I don’t know.” He frowned at my words and started to lean down before I panickedly started trying to stand. My legs were still trembling, but they held me up as I straightened and took a step backwards, “I’m good, yeah… I’ve got it.”

Diluc frowned at my words, watching me closely as I wrapped my arms around myself in some sort of feeble embrace.

 I slowly steadied my breathing and looked back over to where he stood. The worry in his red eyes was still easily visible as I forced myself to get a grip on the situation and calm down.

“Thank you,” I at last managed, squeezing my arms slightly as if to ground myself. It was surreal, though. 

I’d just been thinking about how, even despite the distance between us, Diluc would never truly be a stranger simply due to our shared childhood, but here I was learning he was a vampire. And who knew how long he’d been one? It made me wonder what else I’d been wrong about.

Perhaps I didn’t and hadn’t known him as well as I’d thought, and perhaps that was why a distance had sprung up between us.

I exhaled, my gaze still holding his as I wondered what he was thinking. I knew that I should probably be thinking about how I’d almost been killed just now, or perhaps about how to get away from the potential new danger that came in the form of an old friend.

But instead, I just quietly voiced the question that I already knew the answer to, “You’re a vampire?”

He tensed almost immediately, his eyes widening slightly, before a guarded expression washed across his face. And for a brief moment, I thought that was going to be it. That was going to be the end of it.

But then he turned away with a sigh, almost like he was trying to hide what I’d already seen as he spoke, his voice quieter than it had been, “Yes. It happened quite some time ago.”

Some time ago…. My mind immediately took me back to that rainy day when Crepus had died, when Diluc and Kaeya had their falling out, and when the distance between me and Diluc had first made its appearance. 

But had it really happened then? It was true that Diluc had not changed much in appearance since that day, but that didn’t necessarily mean that was the day that he’d been bitten and forever changed into a creature of the night. 

Perhaps it had happened while he was away? After all, Mondstadt wasn’t the only place with vampires; it was just that ours were less well-controlled. A fault of the Knights of Favonius, I was sure Diluc would argue. 

I watched him, though. Finding that since I’d calmed down from my incredibly recent brush with death, I was not actually afraid of Diluc, even though he’d just confirmed my suspicions. 

I’d been terrified of the vampire that had attacked me, but not of Diluc.

It was possible that it was because Diluc had saved me, but it was more likely that it was just because Diluc was Diluc.

 Because, for better or worse, I cared for Diluc. Even if I’d failed him in the past when he’d needed comfort and, despite everyone’s best efforts, had decided to leave home to find it elsewhere, I still cared.

“Did you get hurt?” My voice was quiet, but it had Diluc turning to look at me with obvious surprise. 

And I supposed that made sense. Any other sane person would’ve fled his presence rather quickly after finding out his status as a vampire. But I couldn’t. Not when he’d saved me mere moments ago, and not when he was my friend. Even if, to him, I was just a friend from the past.

“When it dove at you, I mean.” I gestured vaguely towards where the vampire had been as I attempted to fill the heavy silence with my voice and explain my previous question all at once, “Did you get hurt then?”

Something about his stare changed, almost like it softened as he continued to look at me before he shook his head. Twisting so that he was facing me fully once more. “No, I’m fine.”

He frowned as he finished, looking off towards something in the distance that only he could see. But perhaps there really was something there. I had heard that vampires could see in the dark far better than the average human.

“You should get home…. I’ll walk you there,” His voice was firm, confirming that he had indeed seen something that he didn’t like.

I hesitated, almost wanting to refuse and go on my own, but the memory of that vampire showing up and chasing me was right there in the back of my mind. A reminder of what was out there and what it was that Diluc might have seen.

“I… thank you,” I at last accepted and I saw a frown flicker across Diluc’s face. But he was no doubt realizing that I was hesitant to be near him, and the information that he was a vampire was still fresh and new in my mind.

Though, admittedly, it wasn’t his status as a vampire that made me hesitant, and more my general awkwardness around him.

But he turned, without any further words, and started leading me down the path towards where I lived. 

And I followed him silently. Glancing nervously behind me before trotting after him and falling into a steady stroll once I caught up. 

Similarly, he remained silent, adding to the weighty atmosphere. But somehow I still couldn’t help but recall that when we were young, we would come dashing up this very same street hand in hand. 

It had been different then. A bright smile on Diluc’s face had been a common thing, as he would hurriedly ask my parents, with shining eyes, if I could go to his house. 

But we’d also been kids then. Frolicking together alongside Jean, Barbara, and Kaeya, when he wasn’t sick, in the vineyard under Adelinde’s watchful eye.

“Um… I really can’t thank you enough,” I started, only to be cut off as Diluc stopped to look back at me over his shoulder. Seemingly unwilling to face me fully.

“There’s no need. Anyone else would have done the same. There was no way I could just leave you there while you were under attack,” His words were polite, but the unsaid meaning was there as well.

‘Don’t push yourself. I know you’re scared now that you realize I’m a vampire.’

I frowned, my fingers curling into my palm as I watched him turn away and start down the path again. It wasn’t a strange sight to see Diluc walking on his own. But I now wondered if that was by choice. 

Perhaps, after being turned, he’d gotten into the habit of shunning the presence of others in order to keep his secret. It couldn’t be easy, after all, to avoid sunlight, run the winery, and keep up with day-to-day life.

And perhaps those thoughts were why I found myself trotting after him and reaching out as I grabbed him by the arm impulsively. Causing the young man to turn with wide eyes as the words came rushing from my mouth, “I won’t tell anyone!”

I faltered under his gaze, withdrawing my hand from his arm as my voice softened from one of desperation to awkward reassurance, “I won’t tell anyone that you’re a vampire, I mean.” 

My gaze flickered up to meet his, watching him carefully and hoping my words put him a bit more at ease. Because I didn’t want this gap between us to grow any larger. It was awkward enough as it was, and if I didn’t handle this carefully, it would only get worse.

“So you don’t have to worry about that, at the very least,” I finished quietly, forcing myself to keep looking up at him despite how awkward I felt.

 And Diluc stared at me, half-startled, before his gaze softened once more. Almost like he was relaxing as I pushed myself to accept this change and let him know it was fine. 

Because even if he was a vampire, he was also still Diluc. And the Diluc I knew would never hurt anyone in Mondstadt. Not me nor anyone else. 

The only people he’d ever be a threat to would be those who threatened his home. And if what occurred a few moments ago was anything to go by, that number included the other vampires.

@vera-deville

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[love-marimo]

You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To (Toji x Reader)

ー rewriting this again because tumblr deleted the first one :(… just a self-indulgent piece to comfort myself since i'm kind of in a rut lately. don't worry there's no smut, just toji lovin' u. mentions of mental health related stuff and sex are there though. song is by helen merrill!

You had a lot on your mind: the project due by Monday, the appointment to the psychiatrist the next day, an upcoming exam week and the constant existential crisis that have decided to evolve into a seasonal thing in your life.

These days have been exhausting. You are beyond exhausted and you just want to be home.

Glancing up at the starless sky, you feel your gnawing existential dread seeping into you similar to how the moon slowly shifts into a hue of blood red.

Just a little more and you'll be home. Just a few more steps out of this empty city park and you'll be greeted by your soft bed and the warm, crimson lights that decorated the hallways of your apartment building.

And there you were, finally at the doorstep of the apartment that you call home.

You were always greeted by these crimson lamps that seemed to see and hear whatever it is running in your mind. And for once you found comfort in it, because at least you felt seen.

"You'd be so nice to come home to."

When you got to your room you immediately laid down and heaved a tired, but contented sigh. You didn't bother to change your clothes and do your routine like usual. You did want to be with someone. You want to be with him ー to feel his kisses and his touch and his warmth ー

You want to be with Toji.

But you never know if he'll come. When he does, you never know if he'll stay for a day or two or leave at the first hour of the morning. But you wait, even in your sleeping state.

You always wait for him.

2:00 AM. You felt your shoes being taken off of you along with familiar, heavy footsteps pacing around your room. You shifted in your sleep already knowing who it is, a faint smell of aloe and beer lacing together with the scent of your space.

"You'd be so nice by the fire, while the breeze on high sang a lullaby…"

Toji sits beside you in an attempt to quietly take your coat off. However, along with the midnight breeze you awaken to his face, immediately noticing an air of exhaustion around him.

"Hey doll, sorry for comin' this late at night. Just wanna check up on ya." He says, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

"Toji…" You sat up and buried yourself in his chest ー in his embrace, to which he immediately responded with a tight hug you so missed.

Right then and there, you broke.

You cried and sobbed incoherent words until you managed to gather yourself up to face him. He sat there in silence with you, gently caressing your back and fixing your hair.

"Hey, Toji… can we not have sex tonight? I just… I'm just really exhausted right now and I'm scared. I'm scared of failure and rejection and the future and I ー" Your tears stopped you from finishing your sentence as you cried again.

After a while, Toji spoke.

"Bold of ya to assume I wanna fuck right now." He says almost too seriously.

Sniffling, you let out a chuckle and slapped him on his arm.

"Hey, that was so out of line! Please let me have my moment." You say.

"But I answered your question?"

"Yeah but the way you said it-"

"Okay, alright let's just get ya changed okay?"

Toji looks through your closet for a set of pyjamas and hands it over to you. You thank and coo at him.

"Aww, never knew you'd have this caring side to you Mr. Fushiguro."

"Ugh, will you stop calling me that?" He groans in annoyance as he sits beside you on your bed.

There was a moment of silence where you just leaned on his arm and he played with your hair, letting the hours of dawn pass you by.

"You'd be all that I could desire."

Times like this are rare. You're both the type of people who'd rather die than talk about their woes in life. You both seek diversion whenever this happens and it often leads to sex. Sex is where this relationship between both of you began so you appreciate it when he goes out of his way to initiate something with you. You're comforted at the fact that he needs you as much as you need him and god forbid sometimes, you think to yourself that's all you could ever ask for.

Toji motions you to lay on your stomach to face the window as you both watch the lunar eclipse.

"Wanna take turns in talkin' about it?" He asks, kissing you on your cheek.

You nod in reply.

"Under stars chilled by the winter, under an August November moon burning above"

"Is it a new clinic?" He asks, propping his head with one arm as he turns to face you.

"Yeah, and thank goodness she's a woman. I keep on having a hard time dealing with male psychiatrists and the interns for their impatience, though I'm sure there are great male psychiatrists out there. I feel bad for public institutions though, they always have to deal with so many people every day free of charge." You complain. "What about your sword? Is there any way to fix it?"

"Yeah. But it would take a long time. I have a shit ton of missions piled up on me right now so I have to find a way to find or create an alternative."

"Toji, I'm curious."

"Huh, about what?"

"Why don't you want to fuck?"

Toji shakes his head laughs a little too loud and you glare at him for not taking the question seriously.

"Come on, I wanna know." You persist.

"Nothin'? 'Cus I wanna talk and I'm exhausted like you are. Plus, it would be unfair for ya if I decide to do it with your state right now."

"Aww, look at him. Mr. Fushiguro is all about kinship and fairness. That's so cute-" You coo and try tickling him but Toji stops you when he hovers on top of you with a playful look in his eyes.

"Do that again, I swear and I might change my mind about not fuckin' ya."

Your jaw fell for a minute but then you both burst into laughter.

"You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise…"

Being with him feels like one of the best days of your life where you get to be a giddy teenager again. But, even if you both know that you love each other, this love is fleeting. This love isn't forever. This love won't last like how you both want it to because of the nature of his job. Loving him is like letting go of a paper plane from the top floors of an apartment in New York.

You know that he's there and he will be there, but he's a man who follows the path of the wind, and in turn, you'll never know if he will return once he leaves.

Quiet tears started falling from your eyes again and Toji is quick to pull you into his arms again.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong now?"

"Nothing… I just feel relieved right now that you're here." And at that, he hugs you tighter.

"Aww, look at my sweet sugar pie actin' all grateful and shit." He coos, returning back your teasing.

"Ugh, shut up!" You feigned annoyance and pinched his cheek.

Another moment of silence falls between you both before Toji says,

"Hey."

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"…To come home to and love."

"I know, Toji. Thank you for being here. I love you too."

You reply, pressing a chaste kiss on his lips.

ー Lolita

#lolita writes #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fluff #toji x you #toji x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #toji headcanons #toji fushiguro headcanons #okay #i need to sleep #i still have an appointment tomorrow #my head is throbbing

[extraordinarilyextreme]

queer rep in 《鸣龙少年》 The Hope (2023)

i just finished bingeing all 30 episodes last night and i thought i was over this, but i'm really not.

Yu Yang (禹洋) is a shy senior in Class 11 with a stammer. in ep. 5, we learn that due to health issues, he took an extended leave from school and thus had to repeat his second year, so he's a year older than his peers. his mother is well-meaning but overbearing, and he was made the target of quite egregious bullying before he joined Lei Ming's (雷鸣) class. throughout the show, we see him become more and more willing to voice his own opinions and set boundaries, esp. with his mother.

(a side point, but i absolutely adore how the show did not pathologize his stammer as a bad thing he had to be "cured" of; it's through unconditional acceptance and encouragement from the adults in his life and his friends that we see him naturally come out of his shell.)

unlike his four friends in Class 11, he doesn't seem to be embroiled in any of their tangled 感情线 / "love" lines, nor does he seem to have one at all—until ep. 21.

on new year's day, the Class 11 CPs are a mess. Jiang Qinglang (江晴朗) confesses to Cheng Yushan (程雨杉), leaving poor Bian Xiaoxiao (边晓晓) who likes JQL and Li Ran (李燃) who likes CYS behind.

so when the fireworks go off, JQL and CYS are togther, whereas BXX and LR are together—contrary to how the show has been pairing them thus far.

then we cut to YY, who is watching the fireworks alone, but about to text someone.

that's a name we haven't seen before! Wu Fan (吴凡), i wonder who that is?

importantly, we see him delete the "I" and instead wish this person "happy new year."

the entirety of ep. 21 was about confessions, crushes, dating/breaking up/moving on, and the innocent and pure feelings we experience in our 青春 / youth.

so it's truly not that big of a stretch for me to think that what YY may originally have been intending to write was “我喜欢你” / "I like you."

then, in ep. 24, Lei Ming takes his class on a trip to Qingbei University in Beijing. and it's there we finally learn who the mysterious WF is.

four years ago in 2015, an older student once stood up for the bullied YY and ended up with quite a nasty beating.

as YY quietly cleans his savior's injuries, they have a brief exchange:

Yu Yang: I'm sorry. Wu Fan: You haven't done anything wrong. What are you apologizing for? In the future, raise your voice when you speak and build up your muscles; I guarantee no one will dare to mistreat you. If that really doesn't work, let's enroll in the same university later on. In the future, I'll continue to protect you.

in the present (2019), YY is waiting outside WF's university. originally overjoyed to see WF, YY's expression drops when he sees his xuezhang with a girlfriend. nevertheless, this might be one of the only times in this entire show we see YY don such a sweet open-mouthed smile.

they grab milk tea together and catch up, reminiscing about their earlier years. unfortunately, whereas YY has never forgotten their first meeting, WF remarks that he would've forgotten about it entirely if not for YY mentioning it now.

then YY asks what will happen after WF graduates.

the camera cuts to a shot of the milk tea brand: 心意 / the intentions of my heart.

this milk tea shop is a recurring setting throughout this drama. it's where one of the main CPs (Li Ran & Yu Chengshan) had one of their earliest interactions in ep. 3, and it has consistently been romantically coded (e.g., a boy treating his crush to a cup of milk tea).

so, effectively, as WF tosses away his empty cup, that is also signaling the short lifespan of his current relationship.

finally, WF encourages YY. only...

Wu Fan: I promised my mom I'll return home to take the civil service exam. After I graduate next year, I'll immediately go back to Xingzhou.

and then, once again, as YY sadly watches WF walk away, the camera cuts to the milk tea cup in his own hands.

in the end, Yu Yang never got to express his 心意 for his xuezhang, and he can only keep it to himself.

but as their Chinese teacher Tan Xiaozhou (谭小舟) remarked earlier in ep. 21 during their class on love poems:

Love is not only in the present tense or future tense, but also in the past tense. Having loved before doesn't mean that the current love isn't real. Loving now doesn't mean you won't love again in the future. If you didn't obtain it, or you broke up—without longing, without resentment—silently remembering the beautiful parts—bidding "Take care" in a cool demeanor: this, also, is love. [...] To me, the most important thing about love is that I can respect your independent nature, protect your lonely soul, and defend your right not to love me.

and so concludes our Class 11 xuezhang's 感情线. for a gaokao-prep cdrama that aired on CCTV8, i honestly cannot believe we got any of this.

here are two more small instances of queer acknowledgment:

in ep. 13, school psychologist Sang Xia (桑夏) leads a lecture on sexual harassment: what it looks like, how to prevent it, how to keep yourself safe. right from the start, she emphasizes that boys can be victims as well—and also that harassment can occur between same-sex individuals.

in ep. 21, when the school runs amok with dating rumors among the teachers, Sang Xia questions why everyone defaults to thinking that it must be a male teacher confessing to a female teacher.

overall, i seriously cannot recommend this show enough. it tackles so many themes (e.g., the premature grief of losing a loved one to Alzheimer's; the importance of destigmatizing depression and mental health overall; the hugely significant role that family/home life has on students' ability to perform well in school; that parents are not infallible and can be controlling/manipulative/abusive, even if unintentionally; that SES so greatly impacts the trajectory of a student's life; how damaging bullying/cyberbullying can be; and that though society is rife with inequity and injustice, it is the responsibility of adults—as best as they can—to create a more just and safer world for all children), and in both a realistic and gently heartwarming way.

#the hope #鸣龙少年 #cdrama ramblings #the episodes on depression also hit especially hard for me #esp as someone who is training to be a psychologist #rly like how Sang Xia put it: psychologists are both teachers and doctors #this show really humanized these students and god i wish such compassion and empathy could always be extended to people with depression

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20 Question Fic Writer Tag

Hell yeah I'll play. Thanks @palfriendpatine66 :D

How many works do you have on ao3?

AO3 says ten, but one of those is a series continuation of another one, so I count it as nine...although tomorrow that will go up by one, after the reveals for the Ghost Window challenge go out.

2.) What's your ao3 word count? 

Oh god. 690,376. I honestly think I was happier not knowing that fact about myself.

3.) What fandoms do you write for? 

I don't multitask well. I can write Star Wars fics or I can write Star Wars fics. I haven't even ventured outside the Clone Wars era yet.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Some Technical Difficulties - big gap - Solsbury Hill - An Uncivil War - medium-sized gap - An Unlikely Duo - another gap-ish - Down by the Seaside.

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yep. I like it when authors reply to me when I leave a comment, so I try to pay it forward. Also sometimes we get into fun little side chats.

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

At the moment, not one single damn one of them. They have angst in them, but none of them end on angst. However as of about twenty-four hours from now, my answer will be, Ghost Window AU.

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Literally all of them. I'm happy to read angst, but when it comes to writing I am firmly in the happy endings camp.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

I had some people tell me they were dropping out of Solsbury Hill because it wasn't getting to the Obikin fast enough, but I wouldn't call that hate. So, no.

(Side note, though: you don't have to tell authors that. Just delete your subscription quietly.)

But, I am also very ready to delete any and all negative comments. This is my fun side project; good vibes only.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

...pretty vanilla kind, honestly. Again, I read much more adventurously than I write. (Although, as recently as two years ago I would have said I don't write smut at all, so hit me up two years from now and maybe I'll be writing hardcore d/s, I don't know.)

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

By the strict definition, no. If you're talking 'dump Star Wars characters into settings of other movies', then hell yeah, that's kind of my jam right now. Down by the Seaside is Obikin Overboard. Next year I'm planning to publish Obikin Jurassic Park, Obikin Parent Trap, and Obikin Princess Diaries II. And I have a couple more on my to-do list.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Is this a thing I need to worry about?? Shit.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

@kittonafoxgirl did a podfic of Some Technical Difficulties and it is still like one of the top five most rad things that has ever happened to me; does that count?

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No but @fulcrum843 are currently mulling something over...

I do get a lot of help with my writing though. @piecesofeden11 basically wrote all the DnD stuff in An Unlikely Duo. I talk stuff out on Tumblr with folks all the time before I actually sit down to write it (or during, lol).

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

I have no plans to write anything other than Obikin, and there's so much new good fic that it takes up most of my reading time as well.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I wouldn't call it a WIP because there are no words on a page but I love the *idea* of a fic based on Jenn Barkley from Parks & Rec but have no idea what direction to take it and may never get to it. (If anyone wants to take this idea and run with it please do; it is very much up for grabs!)

16.) What are your writing strengths?

This is a weird thing to answer about myself but I hope I write with a sense of movement, propulsion, even a little suspense - as a reader I love to feel that I have to turn the page, I have to see what comes next, I don't want to put this fic/book down - and I try to work towards that goal in my own writing.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Getting bogged down in details. It drives me crazy in movies when characters have these huge mansions but seemingly never go to work and somehow this has translated into me being incapable of just writing a smutty one-shot or whatever because what is everyone's job and how much is their mortgage payment and do they get paid on Fridays or Mondays and how many bedrooms does that apartment have.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

See answer above about over-complicating things: I came up with this whole system for An Uncivil War for whether I'm writing out the dialogue in a language other than Basic (I feel like we really only have enough information for me to be able to do this in Huttese and Mando'a, and even then only short conversations in certain subjects), or simply noting that a character is saying something in another language ("he said in Ryl" or whatever), or mixing Basic and a word/words in another language within the same sentence. It was important to me to capture that multilingualism, but it's also a lot of work, ngl.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

Technically Johnlock but I never finished/published anything.

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

I love all my babies equally, she lied.

It's the Can't Stop the Suns series, which is An Uncivil War, Pick Up the Pieces (more than halfway completed), and Sometimes Fate Steps In (loosely outlined). Sometimes I'll just look over my notes and get giddy about how much good stuff I'm packing in there and how much *more* good stuff I haven't even gotten to yet. I'm throwing the kitchen sink of stuff I love at it. Even if the final version doesn't quite live up to the vision I see in my head (it rarely does), as long as I get close I'll be happy.

I tag @piecesofeden11, @underacalicosky, @fulcrum843, and, as usual, anyone else who feels up for it!

#obikin #solsbury hill #an uncivil war #an unlikely duo #down by the seaside #pick up the pieces #let's get together

[g0ssipwhore]

KEEPING IT PROFESSIONAL

SYNOPSIS :: a work rivalry wasn't supposed to turn into an office romance

NOTE :: i am not a woman of stem, tho i still did research on what terms to use. but i want you to correct me if i used some words incorrectly

TYPE :: fluff

Acing the interview, steady job, and promotion was too easy for you to get. Although, there is one particular position you've always wanted. The problem is a brown haired nerd is also eyeing the vacant position as a chemical engineer.

It was no secret to the other teams and coworkers that your rivalry only worsened when the two of you were assigned in the same project.

God, the petty remarks and childish rebuttals only added fuel to your rivalry.

Though, you'd be a liar if you didn't say there were tender moments that happens once in a blue moon.

Like that time you guys worked so late it was almost midnight, and you planned to just ride a cab. But he offered, no, insisted that he takes you home instead.

Or how you know his schedule and routine that he let you fiddle with his phone, which compelled you to set an alarm to remind him to take his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And he would never delete that.

It was a wonder how the arguments and teasing ended, now replaced, with lingering touches or secret glances. God, every time he places his hands behind you or on your waist was enough to send shivers to every part of your body.

But you were quite oblivious when you did the same, lightly touching his forearms when trying to get his attention. Or when you leaned down next to him while he's sitting in his office chair, your lips close to his ear almost whispering the words to entice him.

When it was the day you both finished the project you two worked for months. Secretly, you begged the head of your department to give the promotion to Warren instead.

“He's got the passion for it, Warren is the only person I know suitable for that position. You'll regret it if you choose someone else.”

You didn't even know why you were doing this in the first place, if your past self saw you she'd be cursing you out for letting go of your dream.

“Sorry, ma'am. But I have a new dream to pursue.”

Immediately, you ran to his usual hotspot in the building: the rooftop.

Today will be the day you confess your feelings, it's only ideal since he'll be chosen for the promotion and will be moved to a different department or much better, he'll move to a different place far from here.

There he was, leaning against the railing with the wind blowing his hair and white lab coat. Does he have to look so good every time you see him?!

“You got the promotion?” He asks.

“Wait, what?”

“I told Mrs. Wilson to give the promotion to you. Did, didn't she told you?”

“Wait, I just talked to her to give to you instead.”

The realization hits both of you, that he couldn't help but laugh his ass off while you were in a blushing mess.

“I knew it, you'd fallen head over heels for me.” He walks over you, his hand grazing touches your cheeks softly. The strand of hair falling to your face from the wind to tuck behind your ear. “Well, that makes the two of us.”

Then, without saying kisses you on the forehead. “Then, take me out on a date, idiot.” You quietly say.

Your eyes seem to shine from his perspective, as his smile begins to widen. “Apologies, m'lady. Would you ever be so kind to grace me with your presence later, tonight?” Taking your hands, placing it under his lips, kissing your knuckles on the process.

“Should I?” You paused, “Hmm, well, maybe I will. I can't bear to see you all alone.”

“Then, it's a date. Wear anything you want, I'll take it off as soon as we get home.”

#life is strange #life is strange game #life is strange fanfic #life is strange fanfiction #life is strange imagines #life is strange head cannon #warren graham #lis warren graham #warren graham lis #warren graham fanfic #warren graham imagines #warren graham head cannon #warren graham headcannon #headcanon #imagines #fanfiction #warren graham x f!reader #warren graham x reader #x reader

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I absolutely love the clown drabble that you did for Stadler and my heart melts for them ❤❤❤ I'm sorry if I sound demanding on that ask, I was gonna ask nicely but my excitement (and clumsy hands) got the better of me and I apologized again.

So for this ask, imagine on a road trip, a purely wholesome vibe. I wonder how would the RO + polyam react when they caught MC sneakingly taking picture of them (MC wanted to save the picture as their phone background).

AND if they decided to confront MC, how would the ROs + polyam console the devastated MC who accidentally deleted the picture out of embarrassment after being caught red-handed...

Thank you!!! And don't worry pls I seriously didn't get the feeling that you were sounding demanding or anything^^💕

I really liked that drabble thanks for requesting it!

MC takes a picture

Jade/Jean- there's a bemused smile tugging at the corner of their lips. They tease, “Were you doing something?” J leans in to peek at your picture, telling you, “That’s nice and all, but— warn me next time.”

Uma- the urge to pretend nothing happened presents itself but, as it turns out, Uma can’t hold back the little chuckle of amusement. “Do you want a picture of me? You know you can ask.”

Statler- “You’re so cute,” Statler all but coos. Their arm encircles your waist, and they kiss your cheek. When Statler pulls back, they smile brightly, “I want one too— Of us. Do you want to?”

Wanda- As if a flick has been switched, Wanda strikes a pose—dramatically—she grins brightly. It’s an attempt to make you laugh—Wanda winks at you, “Can we get matching ones? I want Gabi and your pretty face as my lock screen!”

Kai- a mischievous grin spreads across their face. “Did you get my good side? Can I see it? I promise I won’t be too critical,” Kai laughs.

Travis- raises an eyebrow, Travis doesn't say anything as you take the picture. When he finally does, he grumbles a resigned, “If you share that with anyone...”

Alofray- “Hey [Name],” Kai grins, wicked, “Does J’s massive ego fit in the frame?” To which J has barely any outward reaction other than rolling their eyes and asking, “What about Kai’s massive head?” “I don’t have a massive head, dickhead.” “Of course not, dear.”

Camarat- Travis notices before Uma does, and he shifts slightly in their direction. When Uma does notice, they smile, tease you about your sneakiness—all while Travis gives you a glare, ‘Don’t you dare tell them I helped.’

MC deletes the picture accidentally

Jade/Jean- “Ah. Why’d you delete it? Did you change your mind?” J tilts their head. They give a little shrug— J has never been a huge fan of pictures. “You can take another one later if you feel like it.”

Uma- gives you a warm and understanding smile, “Hey, now. Don’t worry about pictures. The moment is what matters. And I’m having fun, are you having fun?”

Statler- “Ah. Sorry,” they cringe a bit awkwardly, shouldering the blame like it’s their second nature. “Does— I’d still want one of us, if that’s alright?”

Wanda- takes out her phone, grins, “My turn, darling,” Wanda takes a picture of you, she looks at it fondly, “You make a good model.”

Kai- good-naturedly, Kai chuckles, “Hey shutterbug, no need to get nervous. I think— This is way better lighting either way.”

Travis- “Why do I feel bad celebrating...?” he mumbles. Travis motions for you to take another— then, another vague gesture: just get on with it before he changes his mind.

Alofray- J sighs, “Look what you’ve done.” To which Kai gasps, offended, “How is this my fault!?” You don’t know how or why—well you are the why, aren’t you—but neither Kai nor J take the bait. They don’t bicker as always, they turn to help you instead.

Camarat- “Give it here,” Travis says quietly. He takes your phone from you, positions you and Uma on either side, and takes a selfie with the most deadpan face you’ve seen on him—amused, Uma smiles brightly beside him.

#dropout if #dropout #ask #ros #poly #alofray #camarat #j gray #kai alofa #statler amani #travis camaro #uma bharat #wanda pavon

[sparkedblaze]

*chanting quietly* modern au! modern au! modern au! modern au! (maybe some katherine stuff?)

I need everyone to remain calm as I try to work through these like 50+ asks (idk if there's actually 50, it just feels like a lot)

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Kath in the modern au!!

I haven't thought much past the basics, so here have some stream of consciousness ideas that will come to me as I type (probably)

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So, I don't know if/where/when I posted the basic stuff I had written for her, Sarah, Bill, and Darcy. So, here that is:

Katherine

Advocate within the gay community. They regularly picket and protest and refuse to back down even under threat of being canceled or arrested or their channels and socials being deleted. They. Don’t. Back. Down. Gay News: Joint youtube channel with Sarah, Bill, and Darcy. They each write on different news in the LGBT community, and essentially have a news cast (except it isn’t lame and boring like normal news channels. They make it fun and interesting) They do skits and challenges to deliver the news.

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It started as just LGBT, but then it branches into more and more, because there's so much bad happening in the world, and it all needs to be talked about.

Katherine is the main point of contact if anyone wants to do like a partnership or anything, any kind of business transaction with the channel has to go through her first (it almost always goes through all four of them anyway, Katherine just likes knowing where and when everything is happening).

They start off just doing silly skits about some of the ridiculous things going on in their city. It soon expands to all of New York, then to the United States, and eventually they go international.

She, Sarah, Bill, and Darcy split the cost of rent for a two bedroom house. Could she, Bill, and Darcy have used their fathers' legacies (tbd, but they're still higher class and well off) to afford something bigger? Something flashy and telling? Yes, they could have. But, Katherine is the kind of person to want to make it on her own. She wants to blaze her own path through the world.

Katherine writes most of their stories and scripts. She's the one up late into the night at her desk with a tea (Sarah made her stop drinking coffee that late) typing away at her computer.

If you're curious, Bill and Darcy do their website and merch design (when they become popular enough for merch) and Sarah does their costuming.

Katherine meets Jack and The Gang™ when they're younger. Her father was doing some charity work at the biggest orphanage in the city, The Refuge. Katherine started writing about the experiences she'd hear from the kids. That's what made her a journalist. She would hear all these horror stories from the kids in there, and never saw anything done about it.

She was a part of their school paper with Bill and Darcy, and they became close. Even more so when Sarah and her brother joined. Sarah insisted it was because David needed extracurriculars and refused to come alone, and this was the only one they could agree on. She neglects to mention that she'd seen the redhead around and needed an excuse to talk to her.

They raise money for different things. If there's nothing big happening, they'll raise for the underfunded foster system. They raise for Palestine. They raise to help LGBT adults to move to safer states, and LGBT youths to have resources and travel to access those resources.

They have a segment at the end of every episode for happy news only. Their viewers send in some good news they got that week. About anything. Something as small as "I brushed my teeth today" or as big as "I came out to my family and it went really well"

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This is all I can think of for now I hope you enjoy ily mwah

#newsies #livesies #92sies #newsies modern au #katherine plumber #sarah jacobs #bill hearst #darcy reid #sparky thoughts