every time you think about Fabian’s childhood you have to melt into a puddle a little bit. how evil is it to be in a family where your parents do not want a child they just want an heir. to be you father’s path to immortality and that your purpose is to become the worlds most fearsome pirate, but you don’t even get to be separate from your father in that, you have to be fabian seacaster, son of bill seacaster. you have to be obedient to what your father wants but your father doesn’t want an obedient son, because he wants you to be him and he would never do that. but you have to be obedient, so you can never win. bill seacaster truly 101 in building up your sons confidence like a two story card tower and sending him to his first day as a highschool freshman when you haven’t taught him how to be a person whatsoever. and the worst part is I do think bill genuinely loves his son but. in the way an insane pirate who’s love is so deeply associated with violence loves his son. bill loves his son in a way that is so corrosive but it makes it so much harder to let go of because there was love there. and we haven’t even started talking about hallariel seacaster worlds most interesting woman of all time. every conversation between fabian and bill/hallariel/cathilda immediately kills me dead ohhh my god. the seacaster family is one of the most interesting families of all time. I might need to make a whole separate post about hallariel because. man she is a bad mother but it is so interesting to how she got there. Seacaster family family of all time.
synopsis — guy bothering you? don't worry your extremely prone to jealousy boyfriend is already taking care of it!
tags .ᐟ.ᐟ — not proof-read, fluff, jealousy, slight angst, sexual assault (yuji's story), professor x student (nanami's story), frat boy yuji, timid lover geto, emo choso, broadway bf satoru
a/n ; please read the tags and avoid whichever stories you need to for your own comfort!! this took so long but i literally just had to post something because i lowk have nothing so im sorry if it's lowk cringe and it sucks, and i have extreme writer's block for divine intervention so please bare with me...the next chapter probably won't be out for a while 💔
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satoru gojo
Satoru is sitting in the best seats in the house, center orchestra, he’s ready to see you in all your glory. You have been practicing for this like the world is going to end, he’s excited to see where your efforts lay — and to be perfectly honest Satoru is always excited to see you in general.
It’s almost your solo number, he’s practically counting down the minutes, not that the show is bad, no, never, but the anticipation is practically killing him. A buzz fills his stomach and reaches his ears. Gosh he gets to see you on the big stage — on Broadway — your dream for as long as he can remember.
Omg this is it!
Satoru thinks to himself when he sees the light dim and transition to a new scene, a scene he isn’t very familiar with, one he didn’t hear you practice for.
A big balcony-like set appears on stage and you’re on it, looking at drawings, skirt flowing slightly and Satoru is awe-struck as if he is falling in love with you all over again. The slight twinkle in your eyes, only visible to Satoru who is paying way too close attention to you and nothing else.
You scoff, “That was some speech you ma-” Still looking at the drawings.
“How’d you get here!?” Asks the man (Jack, Satoru later learns) who is climbing up the balcony, cutting you off immediately and snatches the drawings you’re holding.
A look of concern paints your face as you realize that Jack wasn’t stealing for personal gain and your father is a liar, he was stealing to feed the boys trapped in the refuge. A soft gasp escapes your lips, “Y-you stole to feed those boys…I don’t understand, if you were willing to go to jail for those boys, why are you turning your back on them now!” You say, frustration building up, knowing that Jack is more than capable of helping everyone instead of simply giving up.
A sound of disbelief trails out of Jack’s lips, “I do not think you are one to talk about turning on folks!” He accuses, jabbing his finger to your chest.
“I never turned on you or anyone else!” You try to explain, but Jack is having none of it.
“Oh no you didn’t, you just double-crossed us to your father, your father!”
You follow Jack as he is striding to the other side of the balcony, trying your hardest to get him to simply listen to you, to know that your father is powerful enough without the need for you spying on the Newsies.
“I never lied…I just…didn’t tell you everything,” You try to explain.
Jack scoffs, “Ohhh…if you weren’t a girl, you’d be tryna talk with a fist in your mouth!”
Your expression widens, trying to infiltrate Jack’s hard heart and get him to believe you, “I told you I worked for ‘The Sun’, and I did. I told you my professional name is Plummer, and it is. You never asked for my real one.”
“I wouldn’t think I had to unless I knew I was dealing with a backstabber!” Jack shoots back, unable to believe how many excuses you’re spewing out of your mouth.
Satoru sits back in his seat, very amused with the exchange. He was shocked to say the least when it was revealed that you — Catherine the character — was the daughter of Pulitzer himself, the one who was making the Newsies pay extra for papers.
Jack and Catheine very clearly have a thing going on and Jack has made multiple flirtatious comments at you, but Satoru didn’t mind. It is a show afterall and the both of you did very well.
As he is lost in thought your loud and booming voice cuts through them right away.
“And if I was a boy, you’d be looking at me through one swollen eye!” You say as you grab Jack close to you, positioning the punch right under this chin, threatening pain.
“Oh well don’t let that stop you huh,” Jack challenges as he pulls you even closer, not fear but determination and retaliation in his eyes.
Now faces merely an inch apart you take several deep breaths after being rallied into anger by Jack and you pull him closer and closer and closer until both your lips are touching.
The crowd erupts in cheer as the both of you melt into the kiss, it’s seemingly way too long for it to be staged and Jack continues to lean in more and more.
At the sight of that Satoru tightens the grip he has on the huge bouquet he bought for you. He tries to calm himself down but for almost 50 seconds now you both still haven’t parted, making a violent ache grow in his stomach.
It’s just a stage kiss, it means nothing. Is what Satoru keeps repeating in his mind to avoid going on stage and give Jack Kelly a swollen eye — for real this time.
For the rest of the musical number he couldn’t even look without wanting to rip all his hair out as you both kiss, again. This time longer than the first, your bodies moulding into each other.
Jack Kelly wants to know “What this about?” Well nothing, Satoru answers for him, eyes narrowing every time Jack shows up in the remainder of the musical — which is practical every scene because he is the main character.
At the end of the show you’re buzzing with excitement, you thank all the crew and all the friends you made during this long and scary process, this is the last show afterall.
You finally let Satoru see you so you’re very excited to know what he thinks. As you run down to the entrance of the theatre you see him holding a huge bouquet. Huge is an understatement actually because it’s everything you could dream of, big and beautiful and spilling with all your favorite flowers.
You rush up to him and tackle him with your embrace, one he returns somewhat hesitantly before he pushes you off to give you the bouquet.
His usual overbearing (in a good way) and enthusiastic character seeming turned down 20 notches, you wonder if your performance was that bad.
Your hand wraps around the bouquet and you look up at him, “Was the show…not good?” You ask, trying to get to the bottom of Satoru’s pitiful look.
Satoru looks down at you and his expression softens a little, “Of course not princess.” He tries to snake his arm around your waist and lead you out but you push off.
“Then why are you- Satoru it’s ok if you didn’t like it, disappointment is written all over your face.” You say, wanting to know so badly the root of your pouty boyfriend’s bad mood. A small ache grows in your stomach, hoping that you didn’t actually do anything horrible.
“I-I’m not disappointed at the show or you, of course not. You wer- no are the highlight of my night, if you ask the people sitting next to me I’m the one who cheered the loudest.”
“Then why, why do you look so…like you’re angry at me or something?”
Satoru sighs, embarrassed but also didn’t want to drag this any longer. After seeing the excited expression you held slowly fade because you thought he didn’t like your show makes his heart ache more than that kiss did.
“I…I just didn’t know that you and that Jack Kelly guy were going to kiss, twice too…” Satoru mutters under his breath, his pale face flushing a deep red.
“What?” You ask since he was speaking so quietly, you couldn't hear a word.
“I guess…I guess I was jealous of that Jack Kelly guy, I mean I didn’t know you guys were going to kiss and when you guys first kissed I tried to tell myself it’s just for the stage because obviously you’re dating me but then you guys kissed again and then I was lik-”
You cut him off as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him down, bouquet hanging idly in your hands behind him as you kiss him. Slow and reassuring, your tongues participating in a slow, needy dance.
The second your lips meet his Satoru is a melting mess, moulding with you like you’re a missing puzzle piece. Groaning into your lips softly, the vibration travelling down your spine.
“Satoru, you scared me. I thought you hated my show, I promise that Toji is just a colleague, why would I need anyone else when you’re my boyfriend." You giggle as you break the kiss, allowing his arm to hold you on your waist and pull you closer next to him.
Satoru’s grin is wide now, looking down at you with a fond smile, “I’m sorry for making you think I hated your show princess, I could never hate anything you do.” He apologizes as he presses a peck on your lips.
“Let me treat you to your favourite barbeque place hmm?” He offers and earns a happy nod from you, loving seeing you hold that bouquet and loving seeing you happy next to him.
choso kamo
You’re here at some underground indie club, waiting to see your boyfriend play with his band. God do you love seeing your boyfriend play, it’s so sexy, especially when he sings while looking straight at you in the crowd. Literally makes your knees weak.
Right now your boyfriend is right next to you, watching the bands play before it’s his turn. Occasionally he would turn over to you, lip ring brushing your ear as he critiques each band and song. Making you giggle as you feel the cold metal on your ear.
“Bad song choice, I wouldn’t have chosen this one if their guitarist clearly can’t play tabs quickly enough, makes them look sloppy,” Choso whispers in your ear.
“Cho’ stop being mean,” You reply, shooting him a knowing look.
“Baby, I’m not being mean, I’m telling the truth. Constructive criticism.”
You roll your eyes and laugh, “Sure.”
You grab his arm and pull him through the crowd, “Cho, let’s go closer, I wanna see them.”
Choso groans slightly, “All you need to do is watch me baby,” Which earns him a laugh of disbelief from you.
“Well you can go to a corner and sulk while I have fun and dance,” You reply to him, letting go of his arm to go chase your own high. It’s a party, obviously you’re going to have some fun, and the songs the band is playing are not bad at all — of course your boyfriend’s band is better — but still. Choso is just salty, he wants to win this so badly.
Choso doesn’t give you much of a chance to advance through the crowd without him before he’s grasping onto your hands again. Choso might look scary and unapproachable to most people but to you he’s a needy, clingy puppy, who writhes in pain whenever he is not within a foot of you.
You take your boyfriend’s hand and walk to the very front of the stage where the band is playing. Choso is correct though, the guitarist — a greenish-blonde haired guy — is somewhat lacking in his guitar technique. It takes you out of the moment a little bit but it's not awful.
You and Choso dance under the bright pulsing lights and scream along to the lyrics of the songs, a wonderful way to spend a Saturday night. Alcohol pulsing through your bloodstream and rushing into your ears as you pull your boyfriend in for a kiss, fisting his hair and pulling him closer towards you as he moans into your mouth. The soft vibrations making you shiver.
You let Choso’s hands roam all across your body when you suddenly hear a loud voice boom over the speakers, the music continues but the singing stops.
You look up and the guy with the greenish-blonde hair is staring straight at you.
“Hey cutie, this next one’s for you, the name’s Naoya,” The guy says into the microphone while winking at you.
Your face feigns disdain as you point at yourself, a gesture that asks ‘me?’ because that Naoya guy better wishes he’s not talking to you, since you can already feel Choso burning red right next to you.
He nods, “Yes you cutie, give me your number at the end of the show?”
The crowd is now full of oohs and ahhs, everyone looking straight at you, expecting your answer while Choso grips your hand tight. The anger practically emanating off of him.
You look straight up at Naoya, “I have a boyfriend, I’d have to pass on your offer,” You try to reply as politely as possible, to avoid embarrassment for both of you. But the guy seems to have different plans.
The crowd that was filled with oohs and ahhs have subsided into a light gossip about what just went down, thinking that the show will continue and the guy will just continue singing but Naoya is not one to back down. He looks down at you and scoffs.
“Come on doll, I play the guitar, have a band, and many girls want me, how ‘bout you seize this opportunity to get with a guy like me hmm? No need to lie about a boyfriend,” The guy pushes.
Isn’t he embarrassed?
Choso already looks like he’s about to get on stage and pounce at the guy, you have to physically stop him before things get ugly.
“Cho, you wanna win the ‘Battle of the Bands’ right? If you fight him you’ll be disqualified,” you whisper in his ear. Trying to disperse his thoughts of beating this guy up.
“For your information, I do in fact have a boyfriend, and I would appreciate it if you stopped hitting on me. It's frankly a little bit embarrassing for you don’t you think?,” You shoot back, additionally giving him a look of disgust.
Naoya sighs, “These fucking females dude, I give you a chance and all you want to do is lie and be a bitch, fine. Just so you know you lost a high-value man today…cunt.”
You scoff, no you laugh, there’s no way that guy just talked to you like that, especially not after shooting his shot twice and getting rejected twice. His ego is so clearly hurt. Choso was right, this band fucking sucks. They’re not even going to make the runner up.
After Naoya called you a bitch and a cunt you had to hold Choso down again, genuinely how that Naoya bitch didn’t see you and Choso dance together is a mystery to you, but that guy clearly has more than a few loose screws.
After that stupid band — The Ironclads or something stupid — got off the stage, and that Naoya guy shot you five separate dirty looks, the announcer calls your boyfriend’s band to go on stage.
“Next up we have…Crimson Riot!!!” Screams the announcer at the other side of the club, smiling wide and excited.
Choso’s band has a kind of reputation that surrounds them, they’re not famous enough to be mainstream but well known enough that everyone who likes this genre of music listens to them.
Today Choso will be playing two originals and one cover, the cover first. Before he goes on stage he pulls you into a deep kiss, the thing he does every time he has a performance. He claims that you allow him to do well — a good luck charm of sorts.
He gets on stage and greets the crowd, “Hey people, we are Crimson Riot and we will be playing ‘One Hundred Sleepless Nights’ by Pierce The Veil first!”
“But before we start I heard some guy hitting on my girlfriend and calling her a cunt and a bitch after getting rejected, what do you guys think about that hmm?” He asks the crowd, causing a flush to reach your cheeks.
What the hell is he doing??
The crowd erupts with strings of BOOs, all targeted towards Naoya. You look over and catch his shocked expression, smirking at his stupidity and his inability to just leave.
He clearly wants to go but surely he can’t leave before they announce the results, what an idiot. He’s definitely not going to win anyways.
“What do you say we cleanse this bad energy with some GOOD. FUCKING. MUSIC!?” Choso screams into the crowd, and with one strong strum of the guitar everyone screams and the song starts.
The atmosphere when Choso is playing is 200 times more lively than when Naoya’s band was playing, everyone is singing along and dancing. The lights erupt with colour and the air fills with the smell of sweat and alcohol.
You join in as well, singing and dancing along, catching your boyfriend’s eyes once every few seconds because he never takes his eyes off of you when he performs. Singing the lyrics directly at you. The original songs clearly a reference to your relationship.
You smile every time you see his eyes on you and you cheer just a little louder than everyone else. To him none of these cheers mean anything, he only needs your recognition and that’s enough.
When the song ends all the bands line up and patiently wait for the results to be announced. Choso’s off the stage now and standing next to you, clutching onto your waist possessively as if to show that you are his and his only. More protective than he used to be, probably because of Naoya — who is currently kicking dust with his shoes and looking embarrassed.
“In third place we have… Malevolent Intervention!!!”
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“In second place we have… Hollow Purple!!!”
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“And in the spirit of saving the best for last, in the first place we have…”
Choso grips onto you tighter as your heartbeat thumps in your chest. The Ironclads have also not been announced yet, they’re clearly not good enough but you can’t help but worry. You know that Choso and his band deserve the win more than anyone in this room. (totally not biased take)
“...In the first place we have…Crimon Riot!!!! Come up on stage to claim your prize!” The announcer finally announces, causing a surge of relief and happiness to run through you.
You urge Choso to go up on stage, “Go, Cho hurry up!! This is amazing!”
“Come up with me babe,” He says, dragging you forward with him.
“Huh? I don’t wanna take away from your mo-” Choso cuts you off with a kiss.
“Nonsese baby, you could never,” Is all he says before he brings you up on stage.
When Choso got up on stage he grabs the award and kisses you publicly, for everyone in the club to see — but mostly Naoya. You wrap your arms around his neck and you both melt into the kiss, the crowd becoming a mushy mess of fawning.
“This enough proof for you Naoya?” Choso smirks.
megumi fushiguro
You and Megumi intertwine hands, your warmth pouring into his usually cold hands, as you're talking about the new project your teacher assigned you. Complaining about the lack of time for relaxation before you notice a new cafe.
You gasp, “Gumi, it’s a new cafe and it looks so cute, can we go!” You ask giving him a big smile that you know he can’t resist. Your sweet voice already shattering his usual cold and collected demeanour.
He holds your hand tighter and places a peck on your lips softly, smiling into you, “Of course we can, what is it that you want?”
You shake your head, “It’s my turn to treat you this time ok?” You say brightly as you push the doors open, the sweet aroma of baked goods and coffee fill your noses — painting your face with a delectable kind of excitement. Megumi smiles as he sees you so happy, you have always had a thing for cafés.
Megumi watches as you press your head onto the display case and read out the menu, gasping at each new pastry you see and gasping particularly loudly when you see strawberry mochi shortcake. At that sight a slight smile creeps on his lips. He loves watching you, especially when you’re happy and smiling. It’s his favourite sight and in his opinion it rivals any of the views people travel for.
You turn your head to Megumi, “Gumi, which one do you want?”
Megumi knowing that you want to eat as many pastries as possible, he chooses the ones he sees you eyeing, “I want the blueberry cheesecake cream puff and the melon soda with ice cream on it.”
You break into a big grin and snuggle closer to your tall boyfriend, “Oh my gosh, I wanted to get those as well!! Now we can share.”
“Of course,” Megumi replies, trying to walk forward with you in the line but you stop him while wagging a finger in his face. A mischievous look painting you.
“Ah ah, you’ll try to pay if you’re here with me, be a doll and get us a table Gumi?” You say, pushing him gently out of the line, laughing at your boyfriend’s pitiful face.
He grumbles softly under his breath, something about how this is unfair and how he should be able to pay for you. It makes you giggle when you see how cute your boyfriend is and how differently he treats everyone else.
You’ve tried every trick in the book to get him to be friendlier to other people and to get more friends but he refuses. You don’t really mind though, it's nice that you only need to share him with Yuji and Nobara, who are conveniently your closest friends as well — the three of you often hanging out in you and Megumi’s shared apartment.
That is how Megumi wound up sitting and looking at you from afar, waiting for you to come back with the drinks and the treats. He offered 5,000 times to pay for it but you forced him to sit down, saying something about how he pays for everything already and that you won’t have that, even though he doesn’t mind even a little bit.
Megumi sits idly, kicking at nothing with his shoes as he continues to watch you from afar, paying laser attention, enough for him to catch just how unnaturally friendly the server is being. All big smiles and giggles, somehow making you laugh as well.
You step forward in the line, finally your turn as you turn to face the guy manning the cashier. When he looks up, his face lights up and he shoots you a big smile.
“Hi! Welcome to 0 o’clock cafe!! What can I get you today?” He asks.
You smile back, “I would like the strawberry cheesecake, but is there any way I can get a big one that I can bring back home?” You ask, because it looks too good to only buy a slice.
He nods, “Yes of course, that’ll take longer so do you want to get a slice that you can eat here and one you can bring home?”
You smile enthusiastically now, how good it is that you can get both! “That is amazing, thank you so much!”
He flushes at your smile, something you don’t really notice but Megumi does, his piercing eyes throwing daggers at him without you noticing.
“Y-your…outfit is really pretty today,” He compliments, and you smile, flattered.
“Really! Thank you so much!” You reply, a soft buzz collecting in your heart, the soft wind blowing on a winter's day, a nice waiter, and a cute cafe — this truly is an amazing day.
Then he continues to ask for the remainder of the food you want to order.
This guy is so nice, you think to yourself, unsure of how long it is since you’ve had actual good service. You make a mental note to tip him a good amount.
“Your total is $36.89,” The guy says as he types it up in the machine before handing it to you. As he hands it to you he makes a deliberate choice to slowly linger his hands on yours.
His hand is warm but you pull your hand off his right away and tap your card, tipping him a generous amount.
“Thank you,” You say as you grab your treats and beverages, a handful of things as you slowly wobble your way back to your table.
“D-do you need… I mean um come back later to get your cake,” He calls out, and you turn and return a friendly nod, unaware of the internal turmoil going through Megumi’s mind at the moment.
“Gumi, I’m back! Look at how pretty all the pastries are, I’m so glad we came here,” You say when you set the food down and finally sit down. Facing your boyfriend’s disdainful face.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, placing your hand on his forehead, “Do you feel sick?”
Megumi grabs your hand, looks away and murmurs something under his breath, “It’s…nothing.”
You push the pastries to your somewhat sulking boyfriend, worry painting your face, “It’s clearly not nothing, you can tell me you know,” You try to reassure Megumi.
“It’s nothing, let’s eat ok,” He says before splitting up the strawberry cheesecake — giving you the bigger piece — and eating with you.
But when he’s about to grab another spoon to feed you, his jealousy slowly subsiding when he sees your happy expression, he sees a note on the tray.
“Call me xxx-xxx-xxxx, Yuta <3 ”
Megumi’s hand tightens on the piece of paper, scrunching it up as his heart beats in his ears. He has never been the jealous kind, and even if he were he often waits for his feelings to disappear. It has become some kind of rule for him to not make a big deal about anything…except for you.
Megumi turns around, “You know that guy at the cashier was totally hitting on you…right?”
You look at your boyfriend, a shocked expression replacing your previous one, “What do you mean?
“Couldn’t you tell? He was being all nice and st-” Megumi starts.
“Gumi what are you talking about, he was just being nice, I’m sure he’s like this with everyone. He’s probably the nicest server I’ve ever encountered. The service was so good I tipped him extra,” You say and Megumi sighs.
“Then what is this?” He says as he holds up a slip of paper that says “Call me xxx-xxx-xxxx, Yuta <3 ”, and you gasp because you truly had no idea.
“Oh…Gumi I’m so sorry I didn’ t know, I would’ve said I had a boyfriend if I knew,” You try to explain.
Megumi shakes his head, he doesn’t want you to think he’s angry at you, no. Never. He’s just somewhat annoyed at that guy's forwardness.
“Baby, I’m not mad at you, never, he’s just…irking me,” He says the last part softly.
You lean over the table and plant a kiss on his lips, one he returns without a second of hesitation, for Megumi — someone who has always hated physical touch — kissing you is the best thing on planet earth. He can die happy with just one kiss from you.
You break away, slightly breathless, and you say, “I ordered a big strawberry cheesecake that we can bring home, when I go pick it up you can come with, show this guy that I’m taken by someone much better.”
Megumi chuckles at you and nods, “Alright, alright, lets enjoy the amazing food ok?”
You grin sheepishly at your cute boyfriend, you’ve never seen him sulk before, it’s not that bad of a look on Megumi actually.
As you eat your pastries Megumi silently watches you with his chin resting on his palm, a soft smile breaking through, something he can’t stop whenever he sees you happy, his heart buzzing with pure affection.
When it’s time to pick up the cake you walk with Megumi’s hand on the small of your back as you giggle about something funny he said.
When you reach the counter you open your mouth to speak but are cut off by a surprisingly deep voice — Megumi’s, “Hello, I’m here to pick up a strawberry cheesecake.”
The waiter — Yuta — doesn’t look up, doesn’t even make eye contact and just plainly says, “Whose name is it under?”
“My girlfriend’s,” Megumi replies.
Now the waiter looks up, “Sir you have to give us a proper na-name…”
He scoffs, “Ah, so you have a boyfriend,” He says softly.
Megumi answers for you again, “Yes she does.” Before he pulls you into him closer and walks out of the cafe. Talking about how you two are so excited to eat the cake when you get home. To your shared apartment.
suguru geto
Suguru is already annoyed as hell, yes he is your non-celebrity boyfriend, and truth be told he is a secret from the world, but still. People don’t have to throw themselves onto you every.two.seconds.
He cannot get closure from watching tiktoks anymore because somehow he will see a video of you and the comments will be hundreds of men and women asking you if they have a chance. Or of ship edits of you and your co-stars, it’s not your fault that you have so much chemistry with everyone, it really isn’t your fault. But it nags Suguru all the same.
He has begged you multiple times to make your relationship public, to let people know that, no they don’t have a chance, and yes you are in a very happy long-term relationship. But no, you refuse. Saying that you need to protect his identity or something.
Suguru is now on the couch, waiting for you to come home while scrolling on his phone.
dr3amers_ : oh my LORD she is soooo fine
johnathanmayfield : god if you hear me lemme have a chance
cigarettes_andpills : do any of you know if she’s single?
lordgvsp replying — cigarettes_andpills : I heard she’s dating the guy she did that movie with, Satoru or something. They have AMAZING chemistry, i hope they’re actually dating
Each scroll of his phone pulls a deep and guttural sigh out of Suguru’s body, there is nothing more he wishes than to be able to tell the world how much he loves you and how much you love him. If only you would let him.
Every time he feels jealous Suguru wants to punch himself, because realistically what does he have to be jealous for? He has you for real, and he knows that none of these people can ever get a chance, not the anonymous commenters nor your co-star Satoru. So why is there always this nagging feeling in his gut?
Is it because he’s scared there’s an ulterior reason to your opposition to letting the world know of your love? Or is it because he believes on some level that the people are correct — that he will never truly deserve someone as amazing and talented as you. That maybe he believes you should be with people like you — people who are celebrities as well.
He switches his phone off at that thought, hoping that you will come home soon. Craving your touch on his cold skin.
And as if god heard him the door clicks open, revealing your tired figure at the door, sighing about how today you had to do 5 interviews for your upcoming movie, do a table read, and also had to go to the studio for your upcoming album — truly the life of a showgirl.
When you see Suguru your face instantly lights up, rushing up and tackling him on the couch, pressing kisses all across his face and smiling as he returns them.
“Hey babe, long day?” He asks as he shifts your weight on his lap, mood instantly lifting at your presence and your presence alone.
At hearing his question you nuzzle your head into the nook of your boyfriend’s neck, exhaling at the comfort of his touch.
“You have no idea,” You reply, wishing that you can be in Suguru’s embrace every second of every day.
Suguru lifts your head up and softly kisses your lips, giving you something to melt into, breaking away when it’s becoming difficult to breathe.
“I made us dinner,” Suguru says with his forehead to yours.
You gasp, a smile breaking out on your lips despite your tiredness, “How did you get the time? Don’t you usually get home just a little before me?”
Suguru brushes your hair back and tucks it behind your ears and whispers, “There’s nothing I won’t do when it comes to you.”
Your heart flutters at that, everytime Suguru speaks to you it’s almost like you relive the first time you met him. Innocent highschool love, now only 10 years later, but still so thrilling.
“What did you make, hmm?” You coo, your hand softly caressing his cheek.
“I made us chinese stir fry and dumplings, your favourite,” Suguru says.
You stand up and readjust your shirt, pulling Suguru with you to the dinner table, “You are god’s gift to earth Sugu.”
You both sit at the dinner table, comfortable conversation spilling from time to time. Suguru would talk about his day at work and then you would talk about your day at work as well.
A soft sigh escapes your lips as you pick at your food, “Being a celebrity really isn’t as great as people want it to be,” You say to your nodding boyfriend.
“Did something happen?” Suguru asks, a little worried.
You shake your head, “Of course not, it's just…everywhere I go people want pictures – and of course I’m grateful as hell for all my fans but I’m allowed to be exhausted too, you know?”
“And god, the thousands of people asking me whether or not they have a chance to date me, dude obviously not, I don’t even know you,” You continue, venting, because god knows today was a long day.
At hearing your complaints of the hundreds- no thousands of people flinging themselves on you Suguru debates on asking you to make your relationship public. Afraid to make your day worse, that would be the worst outcome of it.
Suguru dislikes being a burden, so if shot down once he usually lets it go, maybe he keeps it sometimes in his heart but he never brings it up. But after hearing you complain about the same thing that keeps him awake at night everyday gives him a little bit of boldness and hope.
“I…don’t like the people hitting on you either, I especially dislike it when they ship you with your co-star…Satoru,” Suguru says softly under his breath, barely above a whisper, perhaps scared of your reaction.
“Ugh, I know, I’ve been trying to stop it because I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable either, but I just don’t know how,” You reply, dragging your hands down your face. Every time you see a ship edit you visibility cringe, don’t these people know anything about boundaries.
“Baby, you don’t need to worry about me, if you hate it you should do something about it,” Suguru says, trying to ease into the conversation.
“No, no, you’re my boyfriend you have every right to hate the way people flirt with me, online or in public…I just don’t know how,” You sigh again.
Suguru balls his fists, “Maybe…maybe you could publicly announce our relationship…?” Suguru asks, softly, a small plea of something he has wanted forever.
This stems past just jealousy or insecurity, just the ability to be out with you in public is enough for him. For the longest time since you built your steady streamline to fame, he has been a secret. Something that is in the shadow of you while you rise higher and higher.
He doesn’t care — no of course not — in fact he loves it. Suguru loves that not only do you get to be doing the things you love everyday, you also get to be successful while doing them. Your success and happiness is all that matters to him, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t care that you were being shipped with random co-stars every week and that strangers want to be with you.
You groan, “Suguru you know that I would love to do what but the people, especially online, you’ll get harassed and god I would hate if anything were to happen to you.”
Suguru grabs your hands from across the table and places them in his, a reassuring gesture, “I promise you that I would be worse off if you don’t announce that we are dating.”
He shakes his hands and continues, “I want to love you openly, I’m tired of scrolling through thousands and thousands of comments telling you that you should get with some random guy.”
You look up at Suguru with a kind of helpless expression, you want to love him out loud as well. It’s not like it would cause a world-wide uproar, it’s just you and your boyfriend — since high school mind you — this will be good. You try to reassure yourself.
You nod, “Ok Sugu, I will announce it…tonight, you can watch me do it,” And when you say that the smile that breaks through your boyfriend’s mouth is simply too hard to bear. The smile is so beautiful and pure. God knows how much you want to take his hand publicly, bring him to award shows, flaunt him everywhere, tell everyone you’re the luckiest girl alive.
After dinner the both of you cuddle under blankets on the couch, Suguru’s long black hair touching your shoulders as you both huddle in front of your computer. Drafting your letter to the world, telling people that you are indeed the happiest you are because of this boy who is sitting right next to you — all smiles and soft touches.
“This picture is so cute, Sugu let me post it…pleaseeee,” You say as Suguru continuously shakes his head.
“No fricking way I’m letting you post a picture of me with greasy hair and a face mask straight out of the shower to your millions of followers,” Suguru laughs, trying to pry the computer away from your hands.
You groan, “Fineee, I guess I’ll only post the ‘professional’ ones,” You say while rolling your eyes, muttering about how he doesn't know how to have fun.
You put in a slideshow of photos, all containing your happiest moments with Suguru, with a long but straightforward caption, highlighting all your feelings.
“Hello, if you’re here I’m going to assume you are somewhat fans of me, and I have noticed recent circulations of my relationship with my co-star Satoru Gojo, we are just friends and colleagues. It is time you learn the difference of chemistry on and off screen. I am here to displace these rumors because I have been in a happy relationship of 6 years with my long-term boyfriend, Suguru Geto. Since I am in a happy and fulfilling relationship I would also appreciate it if you guys refrain from posting comments asking me to date you or if you have a chance. It makes me and my partner feel extremely uncomfortable.
I thank you all for your understanding and your overwhelming amount of support throughout these years. I love each and every one of you, please continue to respect the boundaries I have set up. Xoxo”
Before you hit the post button, you turn your head to place a loving kiss on Suguru’s lips, one that he melts into instantly, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.
“Tomorrow the first thing we do is go on a date, this time without obnoxious disguises and going places separately. We will walk side by side and hold hands. Sounds good?” You say, running your hair through your boyfriend’s silky raven hair.
Suguru nods before kissing you again, slow and deliberate, his hands travelling down your body, “It’s always going to be a yes, baby.”
You were wrong, your post did cause a world-wide uproar. You had to delete twitter, instagram and tiktok for two weeks.
yuji itadori
You technically didn’t want to be here but you also didn’t technically refuse, I mean it’s really hard to refuse when your boyfriend gives you those puppy-dog-eyes. It's like his specialty and also, who are you to turn down a frat party. You swore to yourself that you were going to make the most out of college, and you will.
Yuji — your boyfriend — probably begged you like almost 50 times, he almost got on his knees because he really wants to show you off to his friends. He says he wants to show them how beautiful and perfect you are, flattery truly gets you places because here you are.
At this dingy frat party, people everywhere, not a single place to stand alone, and not a single moment to think. With the loud music and screams you’re lucky you’re not having a seizure. But after begging you to come he has not once introduced you to his friends.
You’re probably wasted and your boyfriend is probably also wasted somewhere in this house, laughing with his annoying friends. You haven’t seen him in like thirty minutes even though he was the one that begged you to come to his frat party. He spoke to you for like ten minutes before leaving you alone.
You stumble across the different rooms trying to find your boyfriend, “Yuuujiiiii,” You coo into the room booming with loud music and chatter, knowing that your boyfriend probably can’t see or hear you at all.
You continue to stumble into room after room, smashing into things, knocking people over but you don’t really care — you’re too drunk to care — you’ll probably forget everything tomorrow morning so there’s no use in being embarrassed.
You just want to find him, you miss him, you want to be in his large and steady arms. You wanna drunkenly dance and sway with him. God you miss your boyfriend where the fucking hell is he.
When you finally stumble into the right room your eyes light up, your boyfriend with pretty pink hair is talking to some guy with dark hair and a lip ring.
In seeing him you call out his name from across the room, catching his attention.
When he sees you he immediately waves you over, mouthing to you that you should come over to meet some of ‘the guys’.
You nod, obviously, because you don’t even care. You just want to have Yuji’s arms wrapped around you, for that you can tune out his friends for a bit.
When you’re running and pushing across the crowd of people you accidentally trip on something and fall. Bracing for impact you close your eyes and ready yourself to pick yourself up from the cold hard floor, but surprisingly, instead of finding yourself sprawled on the floor — you feel a set of strong arms cushioning your fall.
You look up, expecting it to be Yuji, but instead a pair of red eyes meet yours.
You push yourself up from this guy's arms, still hazy from all the drinks you drank prior to this, wishing you knew how to control yourself when it came to parties and consuming a liver-damaging amount of alcohol.
“Thank you,” You yell amidst the abundance of noise.
The guy nods, “Of course, it’s nothing,” He says while smirking, his face adorned with black face tattoos and face piercings, but it doesn’t seem tacky. It’s actually really fucking cool.
“Hey I love your piercings,” You say while placing an arm on him while trying to stabilize yourself, unaware of Yuji’s gaze from across the room.
He leans into you and whispers into your ear, “Thank you doll, the name’s Sukuna.”
You giggle at the way his breath tickles your ears and you’re not sure if it’s because you’re drunk and delirious or something else but this doesn’t seem all that crazy to you, instead you tiptoe to reach his ears to whisper back, “No problem.”
When Yuji sees you whisper something into that guy's ear something overcomes him, a pure kind of jealousy rushes through him. Who the hell does this guy think he is?
Yuji’s ready to go up there to give the guy a taste of his own medicine, did he really think he can hit on his girlfriend and get away with it? Yea right.
It took two hands — Megumi’s and Nobara’s — to stop him from pounding the literal shit out of that guy, but he decides that you’ve probably already told the guy that you have a boyfriend and that you need to go back to him soon.
Yuji trusts you more than anything. He knows you’d never do anything, and so he sits and waits and observes, hoping to get you near him again. To kiss that guy out of your system, to remind you that he is the only guy you’ll ever need ever.
Sukuna slowly grabs your arm and tries to lead you out of the room, “Doll, how about you come with me hmmm?”
You shake your head, drunk out of your mind, “No…m-my boyfriend he’s over there,” You giggle and point at Yuji whose eyes are narrowed and staring straight at Sukuna.
Sukuna holds you up as you almost fall again, you really need to learn how to handle your liquor.
“Come on doll, let’s go upstairs where you can…rest,” He says as he continues to lead you out the room as you shake your head.
“Hey stop, I’m here to meet my boyfriend he’s like…over there,” You say as you try to get out of Sukuna’s grip, but he’s strong. Like really strong.
“...Doll, this will be better for you if you don’t resist,” Sukuna says, his voice a lot rougher than it was before as his grip tightens around your wrist, really hard that it’s probably leaving a ring of red that you can’t see under this light. Something that will probably bruise tomorrow morning.
Suddenly you’re scared, you really genuinely thought this was a nice guy trying to help you, but no matter how much you try to resist he just won’t let go.
“H-hey…Sukuna can you let go I would really like to go to my boyfriend now,” You say, voice slightly shaking, sobering up little by little.
Instead of heading your offer he yanks you by your wrist, pulling you so close you can smell his breath on your lips. He traps you in his embrace as you try to wriggle out, nothing working.
You gasp, “S-Sukuna…please let me go, I can-”
As you try to finish your sentence he closes the distance and smashes his lips against yours, sticking his tongue into the room of your mouth. The kiss is rough and painful with him biting your lips occasionally.
You try to push him away but he has got both of your hands, rendering you unable to move or resist.
You break away from the kiss panting, a look of horror painting your face as tears start to stream down, “Let me go!” You yell.
He pulls you in again and smashes your lips together, rougher this time.
“Doll, didn’t I say that the more you resist the more it will hurt?”
Your mascara is running now, tears filling and falling from your eyes, unable to move or speak.
Then you feel Yuji’s soft but firm hands on yours, breaking the two of you apart. He couldn't just sit and observe anymore. You guys kissed twice, and Yuji just had to sit and watch. What the hell? He had so much faith and trust in you and you go and break it at some frat party? That is so unlike you. You didn’t even wanna come.
He grabs Sukuna by the collar and says, “Who the hell do you think you are, hitting on my girlfriend like that,” Yuji is firm with a dormant anger boiling within him while Sukuna just smirks, wiping the saliva off his mouth.
Then he turns to you, “How can you kis-” Yuji is cut off when he sees your tears, he was watching you through the room, his heart twisting into an aching mess when he thought you were flirting with another guy and even kissing him. A mix of jealousy and disbelief rushing over him at that moment.
He was ready to go over there to confront the guy, maybe land a punch or two, and then confront you. Break up with you or something — something he really didn’t want to do, but how could he ever be ok after seeing you kiss another guy?
But then here he is watching you cry in front of him and he breaks, putting an arm on your shoulder and brushing away your tears.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Tell me…please.” His brows furrow, unsure of what is happening.
“Shut the fuck up, I did not ask you,” Yuji cuts him off almost instantly, waiting for you to speak up.
Your voice is soft when you speak again, “Yuji, let’s go.”
He nods immediately, grabbing your things from you and leading you out the door into your car, he opens the door for you and waits for you to sit down before settling down into the driver's seat.
All throughout the car ride you do not speak, not even after Yuji prompts you many times. He is confused beyond words, he doesn’t understand what’s happening. He didn’t know if you cheated or not, question after question piling into his mind as the streetlights blur past him.
When you make it to your dorm room Yuji guides you to the couch and prepares a warm glass of water for you, trying to ease you into talking.
But when you sit on the couch you don’t speak, instead you just cry as you settle your head in between your boyfriend's neck, cuddling into him like the world’s about to end.
Yuji just sits there, brushing his fingers through his hair, trying to calm you down and to hear your explanation finally.
He has no idea what happened and god just seeing you cry is making him want to cry as well. His heart twisting into a disgusting knot, as he tries to navigate your feelings. Unable to even look at you that much because the sight of you crying is too much for him to bear.
“H-he…Sukuna…that’s his name. He wouldn’t let me go, and he tried to get me to…go upstairs with him…to do god knows what. And I kept telling him — I promise I did — that I have a boyfriend. I even pointed to you but he wouldn’t listen and then he grabbed me and tried to force me out and then wh-when that…didn’t work h-he…kissed me…really hard. I think my lip is still bleeding…and then since he wrapped his arms around me I couldn’t move and I was also so shocked an-and I didn’t know what to do…I’m so sorry Yuji I didn’t mean to kiss another guy and cheat on you he forced me I couldn't move I just didn’t know to do…I’m so so sorry baby please…” You cry into Yuji’s shirt, breaking into soft sobs between every sentence. Saying it out loud makes you want to violently regurgitate everything you’ve ever eaten in your lifetime.
Yuji wraps his arms around you as he pats your head, muttering things like, “It’s ok”, “It’s not your fault”, “He’s an asshole”, etc. Making you cry more into him.
Up until now you’re still shaking and Yuji notices the harsh red ring around your wrist, making his blood boil.
He tilts your head up to face him, “It’s ok baby, it’s not your fault, no not your fault at all, let’s never go to these parties again…hmm?”
You nod as he leans in closer trying to kiss you, but you hesitate, unable to get the taste of Sukuna out of your mouth. Feeling the need to throw up again.
Yuji pulls back after noticing because of course he does — he notices everything you do, every small and subtle movement he notices, “It’s ok, let’s take it slow, come on let’s go to bed,” Yuji says as he pulls you into a hug, gently wrapping his arms around you while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
He leans in and kisses the tears away from your tear-stained face and guides you into your room, tucking you in next to him while he traces patterns into your shoulder.
When you’re in the bed you look up at Yuji, still trying to push the vivid image of Sukuna out of your mind, “Yuji…do you forgive me?”
Yuji brushes his thumb against your cheek and shakes his head, “You’ve done nothing wrong so what would I even forgive you for.”
Hearing his words made the tears start to well up in your eyes again, “I love you Yuji.”
“I love you more,” Yuji replies.
Tomorrow when you wake up you are greeted with your boyfriend with a sheepish smile and a blooming black eye. As your eyes widen in fear and worry he shakes his head, “He looks worse.”
nanami kento
Kento knows it’s wrong, he knows it and he won’t deny that it is completely unethical. He is never the type to do things that break the rules, he is a very composed and well behaved man…unless it regards you.
Yes. It is completely wrong to be dating your student, your star student at that, but only a very little part of Kento cares, because everything disappears when he sees that soft smile of yours when you’re with him.
Your beautifully sweet smile, your striking personality, your gorgeous appearance, and your insane mind, are all things that keep Kento from dying of mundanity.
Whenever you enter the lecture hall with a pretty outfit that hugs your figure perfectly as you sway your hips left and right…left and right…a jolt of thrill is shot up Kento’s spine. Especially when you test your luck in class and blow him air kisses and winks.
Something about you is just so endearing, and he especially loves it when he has you cuddled up next to him in bed and you tell him that you love him. That is what truly gets him through every day, to know that at the end of it you will be the one greeting him at home.
He’s going to say it soon, he tells himself, he is going to tell you that he loves you soon. God he loves you so much it should be considered not normal. Every waking moment he thinks of you, the small little gestures you do that signify how much you pay attention to him. It makes his heart flutter like he’s a high school student.
And now it’s almost your class, he is excited to say the least. He has been waiting for this all day, waiting for you to leave home and get to campus so he can teach you university level history and hear your intelligent remarks, but also to see your face — finally after many hours deprived of you.
But when you come in, instead of coming in alone and sending him a flirty glance like usual, you arrive with a boy. Some guy who is so very clearly smitten with you, who is following you everywhere and you’re entertaining it.
Kento’s face contorts into a disgusting kind of green, jealousy really isn’t a good look on him. He tries to teach as he usually does but every time he tries, he catches you across the lecture hall but instead of watching him intently like usual, you pay him no mind at all today. Pouring all your attention to this pitiful looking love-sick boy. Making Kento ball his fists under his desk threateningly.
When he looks up again to see the boy whispering into your ear he has to stop himself from physically slamming his fists on the table and yelling at the top of his lungs.
You have not mentioned any kind of guy friend to him and that guy that’s talking to you right now, clearly did not see you as just a friend. And Kento is waiting, just patiently waiting as he unravels, for the class to be over. So that he can ask you properly what the fuck this is. So that he can have his arms around you and reassure himself that you are truly his.
Because what if you have gotten sick of him, what if you can’t deal with older guys anymore, what if you preferred the young look of the guys your age now.
What if you have changed your mind overnight and Kento did not even get the chance to tell you how much he loves you before you leave him behind to deal with the horrors of domestic boredom for the rest of his life?
You were — no is — the one good thing in his life, there’s no way he can let this absolute random dude ruin everything overnight.
Because of Kento’s spiraling thoughts his lesson today is very unlike him, it is disorganized and he jumps from topic to topic without warning. Giving people no time to take notes or to comprehend what he’s saying. His usual calm demeanor stripping away into insanity as he sees you again, laughing at something that idiot had said.
Kento isn’t sure how long he can do this, how long he can pretend to the public that you are ‘just a student’ to him. Not after seeing you flirt so publicly with a guy without the ability to do anything, not after realizing just how many guys on the campus want you all for themselves.
“What the hell is wrong with Professor Nanami today?” Toge asks in your ear, making you look at Kento for the first time in the entire lecture today.
You have been childhood friends with Toge for god knows how long and for some reason you had no idea that he had your class as well, so today you decided to come in with him and introduce him to Kento, because you told Toge everything. You tell Toge everything.
He has been your closest friend since the literal beginning of time.
“I have no idea…he’s never like this,” You reply, turning back to Toge, and then your notes, and then your hot boyfriend underneath you. Talking intently about the significance of the American Revolution on other countries around the world.
Though still intelligent and sexy, Toge is right, something is different about him today. He seems somehow out of it. You don’t know how to describe it so you decide to wait until the class ends to talk to him.
“Buddy, he’s literally your boyfriend you should know,” Toge says plainly.
“Dude! Shut the fuck up!” You spit back at him, throwing daggers at him with your eyes.
A painfully platonic exchange that is interpreted way differently than your fuming boyfriend on the floor, every time you two speak to each other the fire in his heart burns a little brighter and a little more hostile.
He is counting down the minutes until the class ends — until he gets you alone.
—
The bustling of students after a class buzzes in your ears as you try to use your mind to will people to move faster so you can be with your boyfriend.
When everyone is gone except for you and Toge you make your way towards Kento’s desk, but as you were about to introduce your close friend you are cut off.
“Get out,” Kento says, voice rough and hoarse.
You look around, confused and shocked, “M-me?”
Kento shakes his head and sighs, “No, not you…him,” He says the last word with a heavy load of disdain, causing you to look at Kento with an expression painted with confusion.
You wave Toge goodbye as he walks away pitifully alone, “Why did you do that?” You ask your boyfriend, closing the blinds and slowly making his way towards you.
He brings his hand to his forehead and he rubs his temple, “Why? Are you seriously asking me that right now?”
“Yes, I want to know why you’re acting so weird today, during the lecture too. Even Toge noticed it,” You say to Kento, brushing your finger on his tense arm.
“...Toge…is that his name?” Kento asks and you nod, which causes another sigh to escape his lips.
Your eyes are wide now, utterly confused, “What!?”
“...Fuck…Darling- you really…” Kento starts as you settle yourself on his lap, a comfortable position you have adopted after dating for 7 months.
You shoot him another look, asking him just what the hell his problem is.
“I love you Darling…so much, so much that words can’t even explain and it hurts me that I haven’t said it before and that I don’t say it often. And when you walked in, with that fucking guy I thought I was loosing you.”
You shake your head as a smile creeps on your lips, “Baby you were just jealous?” You ask as you find your hands on his cheeks, caressing his short stubble.
Kento nods, embarrassed that he let his usual calm and collected image be tarnished by something silly like jealousy.
“Ken, you know that Toge is just a childhood friend right? You could never lose me,” You reassure Kento as you lean down onto his face, cupping his jaw tighter now as you pull him towards you. The kiss being a slow and sloppy mess, with Kento being more needy than usual, groaning into your mouth every time you do so much as move.
“I promise,” You say to Kento.
“Promise…” Kento repeats before kissing you slowly again, pulling you so close that you’re sure he’s trying to merge the two of you together. Smiling into your lips ever-so-often.
You should’ve known better than to agree to a bet with your best friend, because she’ll literally do anything under the sun to make sure she wins. She doesn’t just play to win—she plays to ruin you. But backing down? That’s not in your blood either. Pride over sense, every damn time.
So when you lost, heart-wrenching, gut-punch, absolute humiliation, you’re standing in front of her now, bracing for whatever malicious shit she’s about to dump on you.
“Ugh, can you just say it already, Aira?” you groan, leaning against her desk, arms crossed.
“Ohhh, nahhh,” she says, smirking. “I gotta think.”
“You’re so mean,” you huff, rolling your eyes.
“Mean? Babe, I’m merciful compared to what I could make you do.” She taps her chin, eyes narrowing like a predator tracking prey. “Hmm… let’s see…”
You watch her in silence, and that’s the mistake—because the moment her face lights up, you know something ugly is coming.
“Ohhh, I’ve got it,” she says, grinning wide. “You have to sleep with the biggest loser in our class.”
You blink at her, your jaw dropping. “…The what?”
She doesn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. That’s your punishment.”
“WHATTTTT???” you practically scream, standing straight up. “Aira, you must be joking!”
Her grin just gets wider. “Dead serious.”
“You’ve lost your mind! No way! absolutely no way! That’s, like… ruining my life territory! My image will never recover!”
“Babe, you lost the bet. A bet’s a bet.” She shrugs like this is the most reasonable thing in the world.
“This is insane! He’s a fuckin' loser! That dork!” you snap, pacing. “He probably doesn’t even know what to do with a girl—hell, does he even talk to girls? Ugh! Aira, no. Sleeping with him would be… it would be…”
“Hot? Fun? Character building?” she teases.
You glare at her so hard your vision goes white. “Shut up.”
She tilts her head, still smiling like the devil. “C’mon, you said yourself you’re not a coward. So prove it. Seduce him, take him to bed, and,” she pauses dramatically, “do it properly. None of that quick nonsense.”
You throw your hands up. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re making me take a loser dick like his. This is the most humiliating thing you’ve ever—”
“Made you do?” she finishes for you. “Exactly.”
You groan, sinking onto the chair, dragging your hands down your face. “This is so wrong. Like really wrong. Like… my soul is gonna rot.”
She just laughs. “Guess you better make it worth it then.”
And that’s it. No escaping. You lost, and now you’re stuck with the punishment, that is, assigned to seduce and sleep with the biggest, most hopeless nerd you’ve ever laid eyes on.
Talking about the loser guy, it’s none other than Gojo Satoru. People don’t call him a loser because he’s ugly or broke or anything. Hell no. That man got majestic features. Tall, broad shoulders, snow-white hair, eyes so stupidly blue they look fake, and his wallet? Definitely stacked. But god, his personality. That’s the dealbreaker. So cringe it’s almost impressive. Enough to make people look right past his face like he’s invisible. That’s how big of a loser he is. Atleast that's what you heard of him.
And it’s painfully obvious he’s a virgin. The way those cheeks go pink whenever his gaze accidentally drops to your cleavage says it all. Virgin. Grade-A.
But there’s no other way. You have to pounce on this loser kid. And Aira, of course, had to make it worse. She didn’t just tell you to sleep with him. Oh no. She had rules. You can’t just straight-up ask him to fuck you like it’s a deal. No, you have to seduce him. Make him fall for you. Make him want it bad enough to do something about it. Which means you’ve got to work.
Fine. Be it.
First step: get his attention.
He’s at the front of class, being that guy, asking the professor ridiculous, nerdy-ass questions that no one cares about. You can tell even the professor’s tired of him. And you’re sitting there thinking, 'I have to fuck that thing?'
Class ends. You feel Aira’s eyes on you. You roll yours and mutter, “Fineeeee,” before you get up and strut toward him.
He’s sitting at a desk, book open, scribbling something down like the world’s going to end if he doesn’t finish it. Whatever.
You’re in your sluttiest pants, the ones that hug your ass so tight the seam practically draws the line for people and a cropped zip-up top with the neckline already halfway down. You walk slow, hips swaying, until you’re right there in front of him.
“Hey, handsome?” you purr.
His head snaps up. “M-me?”
“Yeah, you, Sa-to-ru.”
The man looks flabbergasted. Like, the hottest chick with the nicest boobs he’s ever seen (not that he’s seen much outside of PornHub — if he even watches porn, who knows) is standing here, talking to him? Sitting down next to him? Slowly pulling the zipper lower so her cleavage is basically right there? Yeah, his boxers might already be a crime scene.
“H-hey,” he stutters, eyes flicking everywhere but your chest, which is hilarious because you want him to look.
“I, uh… had some doubts,” you say, leaning in just enough to give him the view. “Think you can clear them for me?”
“Oh, um, sure?” He sounds more confused than anything.
You rest your hand on his arm, brushing his bicep, and holy shit. Goddamn. That’s a nice bicep. “Do you… work out?”
“Uh… sometimes.”
“Mmh. Thought so.” You smile like you just found treasure. “So… when can you teach me?”
He blinks. “Uh, maybe… in the library? There’s peace and quiet there, so it’s easier to study.”
You almost laugh in his face. Does he actually think you’re buttering him up for his tutoring skills? Ugh. Fine. Play along.
“Satoruuuuu,” you whine, tilting your head. “Noooo. I don’t like going there. Too many people. We could get alone…”
His whole damn face is red now. “O-oh. Uh… where else?”
“Your place.”
His eyes go wide. “My… my place?”
“Yeah. What’s wrong? I’m not invited?”
“N-no! I mean, no, it’s fine, it’s just… are you sure?”
You smirk. “Yeah. Definitely.”
He swallows hard, still looking like he’s caught between a dream and a stroke. “…Okay. Then… my place.”
Your phone dings, and you don’t even have to check the sender to know it’s Aira.
'your acting skills are good, now take that loser on a date.'
You don’t reply. You just stare at the text for a second and sigh, because there’s no goddamn escape from this mess she’s put you in.
Sliding your phone back into your pocket, you turn to Gojo. “Since we’re gonna go to your place… can we drop by a cafe on the way?”
He blinks like you just offered him a key to heaven. “Y-yeah, sure! Yeah, that’s… totally fine!” He’s nodding so much you’re worried his head might fall off. The flustered idiot probably thinks he’s in some dream he doesn’t wanna wake up from.
You follow him out of the building, and he points toward the far side of the parking lot. “I parked over here.”
You were expecting a decent car but, Holy fuck. That’s a nice-ass car. Sleek, polished, clearly expensive and definitely the kind of thing someone like him shouldn’t be driving. But for a boy born with a silver spoon shoved so far down his throat it’s practically in his stomach, it’s just another toy.
He walks around to the passenger side, unlocks the door, and opens it for you with a grin. “Get inside, sunshine.”
You nearly gag. It’s the kind of thing a guy thinks is smooth but just makes you wanna chew glass. But you paste on a polite little smile and slide into the seat anyway.
He gets in on his side, buckling up like he’s about to go on the most important road trip of his life. “So… uh… you like coffee, right?”
You snort. “Of course. I like coffee.”
He laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Right, right. Just making sure. You know, there’s this place I go to a lot, Brew & Bloom? They have the best cinnamon rolls in the city. I mean, the best. I go there, like, twice a week. The staff even knows my name.”
“Wow,” you say flatly.
“Yeah, which is probably embarrassing to admit, but hey, free samples sometimes.”
“Mhm.” You lean back in the seat, watching the road. “So… you’re, like, a regular there?”
“Oh yeah. Cinnamon is actually—”
“An aphrodisiac?” you interrupt, raising your eyebrow.
He jerks his head toward you so fast you hear the seatbelt strain. “Uh—what—no! I mean, maybe? I was gonna say it’s good for circulation, but… I guess it could be… that too?”
You smirk, enjoying the way his ears go bright red. “You’re easy to mess with, huh?”
He laughs weakly. “Only when you’re the one doing it.” And then, quickly, “Not that you should stop or anything! You can, uh, keep… saying stuff like that if you want.”
“Careful, Satoru,” you say, tilting your head, “or I might think you’re into me.”
He chokes on air. “Wh—what—? I—uh—”
You just laugh and look out the window.
When he pulls up to the cafe, he doesn’t just park. He unbuckles, gets out, and comes around to open your door again like some kind of chauffeur. “Milady,” he says with a little mock bow.
You roll your eyes, but you don’t miss the way his gaze drops, quick, almost panicked to where your top pulls tight when you get out. And you make damn sure your ass brushes his arm as you step down, just to watch him freeze for half a second.
Inside, the air changes. You feel the stares right away the 'what the fuck is she doing with him looks.' Like you’ve committed some sort of high-level social crime by being seen with him. Every step toward the table feels like another little crack in your image, a black mark you can’t scrub off later.
Gojo, of course, seems completely unfazed. He leads you straight to a window-side seat, pulling out your chair for you like some overenthusiastic date from a teen romcom. He’s calmer now than he was earlier in class, maybe because you zipped your top up a bit, maybe because he’s just glad to have someone to talk to, even if she’s way out of his league.
You sit, cross your legs, and let him start talking. And talking. And talking. Some story about a book he’s reading or a professor he likes, you’re not even sure anymore because you’ve tuned him out halfway through.
“Mhm,” you cut in at some point, leaning your chin on your hand. “Can we order something first?”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” he says immediately, grabbing the menu like you just reminded him the point of this place.
As he’s looking down at it, you find yourself studying him without meaning to. His nose… huh. It’s kind of big. But not in a bad way. Pretty, actually. It suits his face.
What the hell are you even thinking?
Your little spiral gets cut short when the waiter appears beside the table, pen and notepad in hand.
Gojo orders some ridiculous sweet shit, layered cake, cream-filled pastry, sugar on sugar because of course he’s a sweet tooth.
He glances up at you while the waiter’s scribbling. “What about you?”
“Coffee,” you say flatly. Just coffee. You’re not here to sugar-binge with him, you’re here because Aira’s a demon.
When the waiter leaves, he leans forward like he’s finally getting to the important part. “So, what doubt did you have?”
Crap. You didn’t even think that far ahead. Your mind scrambles for something academic-sounding. “…Biology.”
His eyes light up like a kid who just got a new gaming console. “Oh, which part? Human anatomy? Genetics? Plant physiology? Micro—”
You cut him off with a little smirk. “I’ll tell you once we get home.”
You can actually see the gears turning in his head. And, of course, he nods like that’s a totally normal answer.
Somehow, you endure the so-called cafe date with a loser. But you’re not backing down, halfway through, you unzip your top again, letting your cleavage breathe, leaning in so his dumb blue eyes keep getting pulled there before he jerks them back up to your face like he’s scared of burning his retinas.
At one point, he offers you a bite of his pastry. “Y/n… want some?”
You don’t even hesitate, you just part your lips, leaning forward. “Sure.”
His hands shake when he lifts the fork to your mouth, like he’s never done something this intimate before. The cream smears at the corner of your lip and you catch his gaze flicking to it.
“You gonna clean that off for me?” you ask, deliberately slow.
He freezes. “… y-you mean like…?”
You tilt your head. “Come on.”
“Oh—uh—yeah.” He fumbles for a napkin instead and wipes at your mouth like he’s afraid to touch your skin too much.
The hints are screaming, but he still thinks you’re just some girl desperate for his biology tutoring. Fine. Let him think that.
After the bill’s paid by him, obviously, he walks you back to his car, all gentleman again, opening the door like this is prom night. He drives, and you lean against the seat, watching him.
“Satoruu, honey,” you say sweetly, “where’s your apartment?”
He blinks. “Uhmm… apartment?”
“You don’t have one? Then… is it dorms?”
“… no. I have a house.”
“Ohhh.” Of course he does. Loser with money. Makes sense.
He takes you there, and holy fuck it’s big. And gorgeous. Easily nicer than most family homes.
“Damn,” you say, stepping inside. “You didn’t tell me you lived in a mansion.”
He laughs awkwardly. “It’s not a mansion. But… thanks. I like it.”
“Yeah, well… I’d like it too if I owned it,” you mutter.
“Do you mind if I take a shower before we start studying?”
“Go ahead,” you say, already wandering around like you own the place.
He disappears into the bathroom, and you stroll into his bedroom. And holy hell, the amount of books this man owns… He’s got an entire library in the house, but somehow his bedroom has another mountain of books stacked against the wall. It smells like paper and faintly like him.
You skim titles, half to kill time, half out of curiosity, until you hear the bathroom door click open.
“Hey,” his voice calls, casual.
You turn your head and HOLYYY FUCKINNN CRAP.
The doorway’s filled with six-foot-three worth of pure sin.
No shirt. Just a loose pair of grey sweatpants hanging so damn low on his hips you can see that sharp V dipping under the waistband. The thin cotton’s clinging to him from the steam, and there’s no hiding the heavy outline hanging down one thigh, making your stupid little slutty brain short-circuit. His abs are still wet, water trailing down between them, catching on the ridges before disappearing into the band of his sweats. Broad shoulders, arms flexing as he rubs a towel over his mess of damp white hair the ends sticking to his neck, to his jaw.
His skin’s flushed from the heat, and he’s got that lazy, just-out-of-the-shower smell already hitting you from across the room, clean, warm, like soap and something sharper that’s just him.
“… y/n?” His voice is soft, a little curious, like he doesn’t notice your eyes glued to him. “Did you get bored?”
You snap your head up, praying your jaw isn’t still hanging open. “Oh. No… I’m… fine.”
“Alright then,” he grins, oblivious, “let’s start?”
You watch painfully as he ruins your view by pulling a black t-shirt over that ridiculous torso, fabric stretching over his chest before falling loose. He drops into one of the stools at the study table, patting the seat beside him.
Crap. He’s really gonna start teaching you.
But you didn’t come all this way to actually learn biology.
You slide onto the stool next to him, your knees brushing under the table. He flashes you that stupid smile, leans an elbow on the desk. “So, what’s your doubt?”
You flip open the textbook, pretending to skim like you’re deciding, then your finger lands, oh, perfect — on the male reproductive system diagram.
“Oh… this one,” you say, tapping the page.
His brows lift, but he nods. “Alright. The basics then?”
You tilt your head, feigning innocence. “So… this is the part, right?” you point dead at the shaft outline on the diagram, “it stays… like this… normally?”
“Mhm. Flaccid,” he says easily, leaning closer to point. “When it’s aroused, blood flows into—”
“so it… fills up? Gets hard?” you cut in, eyes wide like you’re just a curious student.
“Uh, yeah,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Blood pressure makes the tissue expand.”
You nod slowly. “And… what happens after? I mean… it can’t just stay like that forever, right?”
His lips twitch like he’s fighting a smirk. “No, it… eventually goes down after ejaculation.”
You fake confusion. “Ohhh… so… like, when it’s… leaking? That’s…?”
“Pre-ejaculate,” he says, and you can hear the faint strain creeping into his voice. “It lubricates—”
“so it’s already… wet before it even… finishes?” you press, watching his Adam’s apple bob.
He clears his throat. “Sometimes, yeah. Not always.”
You lean forward just enough that your shoulder brushes his arm. “And… does it get bigger when it's… full?”
His ears are a little pink now. “It’s not… about the size.”
“oh, so size doesn’t matter?” you ask, deadpan, eyes on him instead of the book.
That makes him laugh, but it’s nervous this time. “That’s… not what I said.”
You smile sweetly. “So it does matter?”
He shifts in his seat. “Depends on the person.”
Your tone stays airy. “And… does it hurt? When it’s that hard?”
There’s a pause. “If there’s no release… yeah, it can be uncomfortable.”
You nod like you’re just absorbing the information. “So… if someone wanted to help… they’d just… touch it?”
His mouth actually parts for a second before he recovers. “That’s… one way.”
“And… um… where exactly do you… you know… touch first?”
He drags a hand through his damp hair. “You’re… being very specific with these questions.”
You bite your lip. “Just trying to understand.”
His knee bounces once under the table. “The tip. That’s… usually a good start.”
“Mhmm… and pressure? Or just light?”
He swallows. “Depends on the guy. Light’s good at first.”
You tilt your head. “And then… harder?”
The corner of his mouth tugs, but his voice is lower now. “Yeah. Usually.”
You nod like you’ve just learned the cure for cancer. “So… if someone kept going… it would…?”
“Make him finish,” he says flatly, and you can hear the crack in his composure now.
“Ohhh…” you hum, flipping the page like you’re done, but your knee stays pressed to his. “Thanks for explaining, Satoru.”
“Sure,” he mutters, eyes on you longer than necessary. “If you want, we can do the female reproductive system next.”
This dense idiot.
You have to bite back a laugh. He’s really going to keep going with his little lesson while you’re sitting here aching to get under him.
“Noooo, Satoruuu…” you lean forward on the table, voice dripping with false innocence. “I’m still having doubts about this part… I don’t understand.”
He hums like he’s about to launch into another lecture. “Oh? Uhmm… tell me, then.”
You flip the page back to the diagram, finger tracing the crude drawing of a shaft and balls. “So… you said the blood flows when it’s aroused…” You tilt your head, big-eyed. “But when does it get aroused? Hmm?”
He shrugs a little, still looking at the book. “Oh, well it’s, uh—it’s connected to the brain, y’know? When men see something, or hear something, or touch… there…” His eyes flick to you, just for a second.
“Oh… see something?” you murmur. “Like… this?”
The zip on your top is loud in the quiet room, and his head snaps up just in time to watch the neckline fall open, exposing the swell of your bare tits underneath.
His jaw drops.
And, God, you see it, the twitch in his sweats, the way his thigh shifts as his cock starts to swell, obvious through the thin fabric.
"Come on… say something, Satoruuu."
“… well… yeah… like this…” His voice cracks, eyes glued to your chest. “that’s… that’s one way…”
You bite your lip, leaning a little closer so the fabric gaps more. “So… when the blood flows there… it gets hard, right?”
He swallows hard. “Y-yeah. It… it stiffens so it can—uh…” His voice trails because his eyes keep dropping to your tits like they’re magnetic.
You hum, all fake curiosity. “Mmm… I’m a visual learner, y’know.” You let your finger run down the page, stopping on the cartoon cock. “So… can I see it? Just… to study?”
He freezes, knuckles tightening on the stool’s edge. “…Are you sure, y/n?”
You nod, slow and deliberate. “Yeah…”
He’s blushing now, actual color in his cheeks but you can see his cock straining against his waistband.
“Let’s… sit on the bed, okay?” You push yourself up, your top hanging open now. “You can look at these,” you tug the neckline wider, tits bouncing slightly “and show me what’s happening to your dick, big boy.”
His breath hitches. He nods, standing up so fast the stool scrapes against the floor.
You lead him to the bed, sitting back against the pillows, your top hanging completely open now. His gaze is heavy, greedy, locked on your bare chest like he’s starving.
“Come on…” you murmur, tilting your head, eyes dropping to the bulge in his sweats. “Show me.”
His Adam’s apple bobs. Then, slowly, he hooks his thumbs under the waistband and tugs it down just enough to free the thick, flushed head of his cock already leaking, already heavy and twitching.
You smile, wicked. “Ohhh… so that’s what happens…”
"Yeah, kinda."
You really thought having to fuck him would be something you’d do as a punishment. But now… now it doesn’t feel like much of a punishment at all.
Because who would’ve guessed the biggest loser in your class would be packing the kind of cock that makes your thighs clench just looking at it? Thick, long, flushed, with that faint twitch every time you drag your gaze over it.
“…It’s… bigger than I thought,” you say, tilting your head like you’re just making an observation. “Like… way bigger. Is that normal, Satoru?”
His ears flush. “I– uh… y-yeah…”
You lean forward, eyes fixed on the way his cock twitches against his palm. “So this is… what happens when you get hard? And you… you just sit there and… stroke it like that?”
He swallows hard. “Yeah… helps it…”
“Mhm.” You hum, eyes still glued to him. “Show me exactly what you do. Like… from the start?” You grin, mock-innocent. “For studies.”
He drags his fist down the length, slow, the muscles in his arm flexing. His breath’s already uneven, but he’s trying to pretend he’s still “teaching.” You watch, not blinking, letting your gaze linger deliberately on the head as it leaks.
“What do you feel?” you press, voice light but edged with something heavier.
“Good…,” he mutters, but his eyes won’t leave your tits. His strokes are getting faster.
“You do this often?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Thinking about what?” You tilt your head, feigning curiosity.
He hesitates, bites his lip. “…Stuff.”
Your mouth curls into a smirk. “Stuff? Like my tits?”
He groans low. “Y/n…”
“What?” you say sweetly, shifting forward so your chest is in his line of sight even more. “It’s relevant to the lesson.”
His jaw tightens, and for a second you swear his hips jerk up to meet his own hand. His breathing’s heavier now, his face hot. Then he stops, blinking like he’s trying to pull himself together. “…Y/n… this is enough, right?”
“Nooo, Satoru,” you say, almost whining. “I want to see… how ejaculation happens.”
He freezes, his ears going red. “…But…”
You watch for a moment, but then tilt your head again. “Would it help you if you got to see something else while you do it?”
His brows furrow, confused. “…Like what?”
“Like this.” You hook your thumbs into your waistband, shimmy your pants and underwear down in one go, spreading your legs slow enough that you hear him exhale sharply.
His eyes go wide, locked between your thighs.
“See?” you say, leaning back on your hands so he gets the full view. “Just… helping. You can look down there and… imagine doing it, if that helps.”
His hand instantly speeds up, eyes glassy, breath ragged. His other hand fists in the sheets like he’s holding himself together.
“Touching yourself faster now, Satoru?” you murmur. “Is it ‘cause you can see my pussy? Do you like watching it spread for you?”
He chokes on a groan, hand pumping so fast now you can hear the slick noises over his breathing.
“Come on, big boy,” you purr. “Show me what happens when you finish.”
His head tips back for half a second, then his hips thrust up and he gasps—deep, sharp—before ropes of cum spill over his knuckles and stomach. His hand keeps working through the spurts, his eyes locked shamelessly on your bare, glistening core until he’s shaking.
You grin, leaning forward. “Such a good boy.”
His voice cuts through, ragged and low. “Y/n… is… this enough… for your doubts?”
You smirk slow, tilting your head like you’re actually considering it. “Hmm… you’ve been a pretty good teacher.” Your fingers trail over his thigh, just skimming the base of his cock. “And I think good teachers deserve gratitude.”
He blinks at you, dumbfounded, mouth parting like he can’t quite keep up.
Before he can process it, you climb onto his lap, straddling him. His hands hover like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch, but you grab his shoulders and push firm until his back hits the mattress.
“Relax,” you murmur, leaning down so your breath brushes his ear. “I’m just… helping you make sure the lesson sticks.”
You slide forward, the head of his cock catching against your folds, slick already smearing over him. He groans—loud, almost desperate—hips twitching like he’s fighting the urge to buck up into you.
“Sensitive, huh?” you purr, rocking your hips just enough to let him feel how wet you are without letting him inside. “Bet you’d cum like a loser if I just kept grinding like this.”
His hands find your hips, trembling. “Y/n… please—”
You cut him off with a slow, deliberate roll of your hips, letting the tip drag over your clit before sliding back to press against your entrance again. “You gonna beg me for it, Satoru? Or are you hoping I’m feeling generous?”
He swallows hard, eyes glassy, chest heaving. “Please… just—”
“Just what?” you tease, leaning down until your lips are ghosting his. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”
“I want—inside you.”
“Mmm… thought so.” You shift your hips back, grinding harder, putting all your weight on his poor pathetic cock.
His head tips back, a broken groan spilling out as his fingers dig into your thighs.
“Ohhh, you are sensitive,” you whisper, rolling your hips on it just to feel him twitch.
He’s shaking now, hands gripping you like you might vanish. You grind down once, slow and firm, and his breath catches like you’ve knocked it out of him.
“Y/n—”
“Shhh…” You press a finger to his lips, smirking. “Lesson’s not over yet.”
You grind harder, slow circles that drag his tip right against your clit until you’re biting your lip to keep the little sounds in. You’d planned on teasing him longer, making him beg until he was about to cry, but your body betrays you—heat pooling low, every twitch of him under you making your thighs tremble.
“Fuck it,” you mutter under your breath, and before he can react, you lift your hips just enough to line him up and sink down in one smooth motion.
The sound he makes is pathetic—high and broken—his back arching clean off the bed like your pussy’s electric. His fists twist in the sheets, knuckles white, head thrown back as his mouth falls open.
“Ohhh—oh fuck, fuck—” he’s gasping, voice cracking like he can’t keep up with how good it feels.
Typical virgin behaviour—like you just handed him the meaning of life between your legs.
You can feel him twitching inside you already, that thick length pulsing, leaking so much it’s slippery between you. You brace your hands on his chest, feel the wild hammer of his heartbeat under your palms, and start rocking your hips slow, deep, just to watch his eyes roll back.
“Satoru…” you purr, leaning forward so your tits drag over his shirt, your lips brushing his ear. “You gonna cum already? I’ve only just put it in.”
He shakes his head frantically, but his hips jerk up into you, chasing the friction like he can’t help it. “N-no, I—ah—shit—”
You grind down harder, clenching around him on purpose, and he shouts, grabbing your hips like he’s trying to anchor himself.
“Holy—y/n—don’t, I’m—”
“What?” you smirk, lifting and dropping your hips so the slap of skin echoes in the room. “Gonna cum? Already?”
He groans, a sound from deep in his chest, and his thighs are trembling under you. He’s leaking so much you can feel it slick between your folds, dripping down your thighs every time you move.
You pick up the pace, bouncing now, letting him feel every squeeze, every slick slide of your walls milking him. His nails dig into your skin, his voice breaking on every gasp.
“Please—please slow down—”
“Why would I do that?” you whisper, grinding your hips down hard, making him hit deep enough you see his toes curl. “You cock's too good.”
He lets out another ragged cry, and you can feel him swell inside you—right before the first hot pulse hits, thick spurts spilling as he arches off the bed again, hips twitching uncontrollably.
You don’t stop.
You can’t.
Even as he whimpers, even as he tries to grab your hips to make you stop, you keep rolling against him, feeling him overstimulate under you. His abs are tightening, his thighs jumping, and his eyes are glassy, wet in the corners from how hard it’s hitting him.
“Too much—y/n—please, it’s too much—”
“Mmm… maybe for you,” you murmur, grinding down slow and deep, watching his face twist like he’s on the edge of another. “But I’m not done yet.”
Your own climax hits just seconds after his, the rhythm of your hips breaking into messy, desperate little circles until you’re collapsing forward, forehead pressed to his shoulder. His cock throbs inside you, still spilling hot and thick as your walls clamp down greedily around him.
You stay there for a while—bodies slick and trembling, breaths syncing in the quiet between you. His chest rises and falls under your palms, his fingers still clutching your hips like he’s scared to let go. You can feel every twitch of him still buried deep, every lazy pulse making your oversensitive muscles flinch.
When you finally shift, bracing your hands on his chest to lift yourself off him, you barely get an inch up before his hands tighten, almost bruising, around your hips.
“Satoru—” you start, confused, but the next thing you know he’s dragging you back down, flipping you onto your back with a suddenness that knocks the air out of you.
Your legs are folded up before you can protest, thighs pressed tight to your chest in a perfect mating press, his hips slotting between them like he’s done this a hundred times.
“Satoruuu—what are you—”
Whatever you were going to say dies in your throat when he slams into you in one hard thrust, bottoming out so deep your toes curl.
“Sorry,” he groans against your ear, voice wrecked but hungry, “y/n… so fucking good… so warm… so—ahh—teasing…” His breath is hot, his words ragged, like he can’t get them out fast enough.
Your nails dig into his shoulders. “Wait—you just—ah—”
He doesn’t. He can’t. His hips pound into you like he’s lost his mind, each thrust driving the breath from your lungs, making the bed creak and your body rock helplessly under him.
“I can't help it y/n…I'm sorry…bear with me please," he growls, nipping at your jaw between words. “You ride me all slow… grinding on my cock like that… looking at me with those eyes…”
You moan as his thrusts turn sharp, punishing, each one angled so deep you swear he’s in your stomach. The position has you wide open for him, every wet slap of skin echoing in the air, the lewd squelch of your bodies only making him groan harder.
“Why—ahhh—why are you…” he’s panting now, lips brushing your ear, “…such a fucking tease?”
You can feel his body winding up again, the steady throb inside you turning urgent. And it’s insane, because you just came, and so did he—twice—and yet he’s moving like he’s chasing something more, something deeper.
Your thighs are shaking against his ribs, your hands pushing weakly at his shoulders even as your hips lift to meet every thrust. “Satoru—wait—too much—”
“Can't,” he breathes, pinning your legs tighter, his eyes wild now like the haze has cleared and something feral’s replaced it. “Can't stop. It's so soft and…and wet and tight…I can't stop…please.”
The coil in your belly tightens again, impossibly fast, every nerve in your body screaming.
He groans low, deep, like the sound of you falling apart is feeding him. “Gonna cum again y/n?… just like that… for me? Please do it, please please please—”
You shatter around him, voice breaking, body spasming in his grip. He doesn’t stop. Even as his cock swells, spilling into you again with a groan so loud it rattles through your chest, his hips keep moving—slower, but still rolling, still grinding his length through the mess he’s made inside you.
You’re whimpering, twitching under him, but he just buries his face in your neck, breath hot and shaky.
“Can’t stop,” he murmurs, almost to himself, still moving even as you both tremble. “Not when you’re this wet… this warm… fuck, y/n…”
And from the way his hips keep rolling, you know he really can’t.
You’re still catching your breath, while his hips sinking against you like he's trying to fuse himself to you. When the aftershocks start to fade, his hands are trembling on your waist, his chest heaving like he’s run a marathon, and for a second you actually think that’s it—your little “lesson” with the loser is finally over.
You try to shift under him, legs wobbly, but his grip tightens—fingers digging into your hips like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.
“Satoru—what the fu—”
He just stares down at you, sweat beading at his hairline, pupils blown wide. Then his hips roll forward and you gasp, because somehow, even after everything, he’s hard again.
His voice is shaky, almost breaking.
“I… I can’t, y/n… you just—” a thrust, deep and slow, making your toes curl. “You just came onto me like that… and… just… took my first time… and now you’re asking me to stop?”
Hearing it—him saying it—hits different. Yeah, you knew he was a virgin. He radiated virgin loser energy. But having him admit it while he’s still buried in you, face flushed and eyes desperate, makes your cunt clench hard around him.
Your nails bite into his back.
“Don’t say that—”
“Don’t…?” His voice cracks halfway into a groan. “Y/n… did you just—oh fuck—don’t do that, please… you’re teasing me…”
That’s when you feel it—the twitch in his cock, the way his length swells just a bit more inside you. The unmistakable sign that he’s hardening all over again. For the fourth time.
You could fight it. You could push him off. But why would you? That loser dick is still the best one you’ve had yet, and you’re not about to turn it down.
What starts as slow shaky thrusts turns into something else again—something relentless. His hips slam into you with a rhythm that has the mattress groaning under the both of you. His breath is hot against your ear when he leans in, the words spilling out between ragged gasps.
“Y/n… so good… you’re… fuck—so warm… so tight… you just keep letting me in and my cock…”
And he is losing it—eyes glassy, jaw slack, every roll of his hips deeper, lazier but more desperate. You feel like you’re being wrung out from the inside, his thrusts leaving you gasping, thighs trembling against your chest.
Mid-fuck, you passed out. You don’t know when you fall asleep, maybe somewhere between his panting and his lazy thrusts, but when you wake, you’re on your back, sheets tangled around your legs. And there he is—Satoru Gojo—under the blanket, asleep with his lips latched around your nipple like he’s in a dream about it.
Yeah. You didn’t just fuck the loser, you’re cuddling him now. Great.
You stare a little too long, taking in how unfairly pretty he is. The messy white hair, the stupidly long lashes, the relaxed way his hand rests on your hip. You sigh, grab your phone, and snap a picture of him on your tits.
You send it to Aira with the caption-less image. Her reply comes quick, a sticker and “wow, I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”
“Ugh, bitch,” you mutter, tossing the phone aside.
You manage to wriggle out from under him without waking him—because if he did wake up, you know damn well he’d go for another round without hesitation. You slip your clothes back on, legs still sore, and make a quiet escape from his place.
Your last thought before stepping outside?
That “loser” just made you see stars, and you’re not sure you’re ever going to be able to forget it.
You just went straight home and crashed for the rest of the day. He didn’t have your number. Otherwise, he’d have blown up your phone by now, because that’s how panicked he was when he woke up and didn’t find you in his bed. His first time, his first woman, and you just left without saying a word. Poor boy wanted to cry. And he probably did.
The next day in class, you show up like nothing happened. His eyes light up the second he spots you. You don’t give him so much as a glance, walking straight to your seat. You can feel his gaze on you, flicking over every few seconds, but you keep ignoring it. Now he’s pouting like some abandoned puppy—but somehow, after yesterday, there’s something different about the way he looks at you. Those big, soft eyes… when the hell did this loser get so cute?
You shake your head, trying to focus on the lecture, but that cock is not something you can forget. Neither is the expression on his face when he came—wide-eyed, trembling, mouth open like he didn’t know whether to breathe or moan.
When class ends, you don’t say a word. You just scribble something on a scrap of paper, walk past him, and drop it on his desk. He stares at it for a beat, then tears it open as you head for the door.
''6 PM. Your place.''
By the time you reach the door, you don’t have to look back to know his whole sulky, abandoned-puppy face has shifted—eyes wide, mouth curling like he just got handed the rest of his life on a silver platter.
“If I had a lame ass boyfriend I would hype him up so much I would make him wait outside so I could go in first and be like get ready here comes the specialest boy ever if you don’t cheer and clap for him I’ll fucking blow this whole building up”
Thinking of this tumblr post again. What characters across Genshin and honkai(or any fandoms you’d like) would this apply to in your eyes? Can obv make gn partner instead of boyfriend for the writing
I LOVE THIS!!! Tried to control myself a lil with the amount of characters I picked but uhhh that didn't go so well (^_^;)
Various Genshin, HSR, and HNDR Characters x GN Reader - Making You Feel Special
- Childe -
When I looked at the genshin roster and saw his dead fish eyes staring back at me, I knew I had to include him lmao. He is sooo the type to be crazy obnoxious about hyping you up every opportunity he gets, zero shame whatsoever. There's no talking him out of it either. You WILL be treated like an Archon everywhere you go!!! Or else... :) Just like he feels zero shame in treating you like divinity, he's got no qualms about using his position to ensure others do the same. They wouldn't want to get on the Fatui's bad side... right?
- Furina -
Another one who gets wayyyy over the top about introducing you and helping you feel welcome. A huge chunk of it is simply out of habit, what with her being one of Fontaine's most theatrical residents and having hundreds of years worth of muscle memory burned into her. However, despite how silly it may seem, she actually does put a lot of thought into her behavior. Being the lover of a former Archon's a tough position to be in, after all. The least she can do is steal the spotlight and help break the tension a little; that way, your sweet little self can't get too worked up about being judged for your own quirks, whatever those may be.
- Hu Tao -
Like Furina, she is SO happy to do whatever silly nonsense it takes to make herself look weird for your sake. She also plain old enjoys showing you off. It's so cute how she pushes you in front of others with the goofiest grin on her face, presenting you like some sort of human show and tell. What's not so cute is her reaction if the other person's own isn't up to par. You won't see it with her hiding behind your back, but trust that the eerie glare she's throwing their way is more than enough to convince any sane man to change their tune in an instant.
- Xiangling -
Ohhh to be given special treatment by Xiangling... The minute you set foot inside the Wanmin Restaurant, she's already zooming over with your favorite appetizers in hand and dragging you to your designated spot to get to monching. And if it's a special occasion like your birthday? Oh my goodness does she go all out with the celebratory dessert—or in her case, every single part of the meal. Everyone better sing along each time, or she'll sneak some extra spice into their next dish!
- Alice -
Nobody in the world could stand out when placed next to her, but will that stop her from using her magic to try to make it happen? Heck no! She's casting spell after spell to help you shine, no matter how embarrassing you find her antics to be. Her methods are super effective—both due to her talent and, well... If her daughter's anything to go off of, that whole line about blowing the whole building up if they don't react as desired shouldn't be taken lightly. So they better play along, 'kay?
- Thoma -
THOMA ARGGGHGHH I FINALLY GOT AN EXCUSE TO WRITE ABOUT YOU
It's no secret that he's one of the sweetest guys in Inazuma, always happy to help support those around him. Why wouldn't he do the same for you? Thankfully for those of y'all that get shy about this sorta thing, he's one of the few on this list that has the tact to know not to go too far with it. Don't get me wrong, he still goes pretty overboard, but a stern look his way will get him to switch gears if needed. Speaking of stern looks, if he hears a single complaint about your frequent appearances at the Kamisato Estate from the other workers? They're getting the nastiest side eye in the world. Probably a thinly veiled threat too regarding their job security if they keep acting up.
- Sparkle -
Your first time meeting the Masked Fools is a full-on party because of her. Not like their hangouts getting a bit over the top is anything out of the ordinary, but still. I wouldn't be surprised if she made a literal bomb and used it to set Sampo and the others on fire if they don't reach a certain noise threshold. You think they're just really, REALLY happy to meet you, meanwhile they're sweating bullets as an ominous beeping noise rings out from under them—
- Aventurine -
His way of going about hyping you up is far more subtle, but by no means does that mean you'll feel any less loved. From his perspective, there really isn't any need for grand gestures of affection here. One well-placed hand on your waist and a pet name or two is plenty to get the message across: you're his special plaything, and anyone with a brain would know better than to treat a Stoneheart's darling like anything other than the most precious of gems.
- Guinaifen -
Heeellloooooo!!! This is Guinaifen we're talking about here. Of course she's going to be your number one hype man! Even on the most normal of days, she's constantly singing your praises to any poor bloke who gets caught in one of her yapfests, so you can imagine how she gets when introducing you to others. Her adoration is so pure and genuine that it's incredibly infectious as well, ensuring that all around her will hold you in similarly high esteem. Another Guinaifen nation W!
- March 7th -
March literally can't help but show you off every single planet y'all go to together. You can whine all you want about it after the fact, but no matter how many times you ask her to tone it down, she can't help it! You take your eyes off her for one second and suddenly she's chatting up some poor service worker and pulling out her favorite photos... which just happen to be photos of you two together. Hey, don't get mad! It's just proof that you're the cutest cutie in the whole galaxy.
- Evernight -
Most people are kind enough to not get too outwardly annoyed by March's ramblings, but you know how some people are. Maybe they insult her, or worse, push her and yell at her to back off. If that's the case... Well, Evenight certainly doesn't mind stepping in for a little while to give them a good scare. After all, it's already unforgivable for them to hurt March; the fact that they inadvertently insulted you in the process as well? Now that's just asking for trouble. At least they were kind enough to offer themselves as an example, that way nobody else in that room will dare make that same mistake.
- Argenti -
Pretty self-explanatory. No matter what kind of person you are or how poor your self-esteem may be, he earnestly believes—and therefore treats you—like you're beauty incarnate, inside and out. Singing your praises at every waking moment is practically a full-time job for him. All he asks for in return is for you to cease your bizarre obsession with shying away from his compliments. They're embarrassing, you say? But he's only telling you the truth... Perhaps he needs to be even more affectionate so you can get used to it?
- Takemaru -
One of the first that came to mind when I saw this prompt! He's so the sort to take his insecure partner and throw them into a confidence building training arc. Very reminiscent of how he treated Shouma in r0. He keeps screaming at you to do one more rep, except instead of physical exercise, it's just you screaming shit like "I am worthy of being loved!!!" while he cheers for you on the sidelines. It's incredibly annoying to everyone else in the academy, but he will NOT listen to any noise complaints. Sorry to all the light sleepers in there.
- Kurara -
As the future spouse of an Oosuzuki, you are not allowed to go around being all mopey and sorry for yourself! It would be a disgrace to her family name. So you better hold your head up high going forward, else you risk a swift jab of her elbow and a verbal warning. Of course, the hits and scorning are never too harsh when it comes to you. Those kinds of heavy hitters are reserved for the rest of the unit on the off chance they throw an unsavory comment your way.
In other words, Gaku's getting hit. A lot. Maybe one day he'll learn...?
- Moko -
Who's better suited to be your hype man than the pro wrestler herself? The moment you walk into a room, she's already got her voice booming loud enough that her silly yet charming intro speech echoes throughout its entirety. What's more, her status as the team's beloved mood maker ends up making her strategy rather effective. Some of the others—most likely Nozomi and/or Kyoshika—even join in on her shenanigans and cheer you on like a fighter entering the ring... despite it being the cafeteria. And 8 a.m. And everyone else being way too exhausted for that kinda stuff. Oops.
- Eito -
Admittedly, he can be a little too jealous of others getting close to you to want them to start acting super friendly with you. Still, he loves loves loves showering you with praise around the others. It makes it a million times easier to tolerate them when he gets to sneak sweet things about you into the conversation. That food he made for everyone? Well, you helped, so you deserve credit too! That smart idea he had? Actually, you were the one to come up with it first. He just fleshed out the details is all.
Buuuuut I mostly included him because of the bomb part. Boy is not above kabooming anyone who makes you feel bad, even if it's a total accident on their part. Love and peace!!!
oh my heart your newest au! with lady!charles x commoner!max is hitting absolutely all the possible feelings buttons 😍😭 Poor Charles is absolutely enamored and heartbroken at the same time after his night with Max, the thought that now not only might he never see his alpha again, BUT now he’s being told he will be the “prize” for this tourney?! And of course our selfless boy will do anything for his kingdom and will never complain but to have his dreams all come true only for them to turn to ashes, oh our poor sweet darling. And he’s terrified he will have to marry some horrid duke or smarmy count who just sees him as a trophy, but of course he puts on a mask so no one can see his heart cracking to pieces. Meanwhile there’s our intrepid Max, who although he works in the stables has actually been teaching himself/mastering swordplay, and obvs since he’s part of the royal stables he would absolutely dominate any jousting/racing etc. and once he hears that his precious dove Charles could actually be his/he be Charles’?? Oh it’s on ⚔️❤️
Oh Nina, how is it that you can build such a story and world and characters that are so easy to imagine and spiral into with just a drabble?! (I may need like 50,000 words more, jk jk 😜 I am over the moon with anything you share) And how lucky are we all that you choose to share this with us, truly you are so talented and I reread all your stories when I need to get out of my own head/this world, so after this giant block of text I just want to say thank you❤️🥰🌊
Hi @wooowiwishicouldspeakwhale 💓💓
Lady!Charles x Commoner!Max AU Part 1
Ohhh thank you so much!! 💕💕 And a million more thanks for your lovely words—reading your message put the biggest smile on my face ☺️ I'm so grateful for our little community and all the support we give one another 💓 your messages are such a sweet serotonin boost and I'm so happy to have this space to share drabbles, rambles, and unhinged tales 🤗
As for our devoted, steadfast Max who is passionately in love with his Lady Charles? Once he hears that the tourney is open to all, he seizes his opportunity to win the heart of his beloved and prove to Charles that though he may be a commoner, his constant and ceaseless love for the royal Omega is as deep and fathomless as the seas 💙
The Alpha gave his real name to Charles that night at the ball, when he experienced heaven itself as he danced and spoke and spent all night with the object of his affections.
And now that Max has a chance to truly be with Charles? He goes all in and calls in every favor he's ever accrued in his life.
The armor and shield? He scours a beaten-up set from his old friend, Sir Daniel Ricciardo, who also gives Max banners and a brand new saddle for the jousting tournament. The Italian knight knows if there's anyone who'll put up a fight, it's Max.
The Alpha spends the weeks leading up to the tourney reworking and polishing the metal until it gleams like new and fits Max's body perfectly.
The sword for melee and demonstrations of swordplay? Max seeks out the help of Gianpiero Lambiase, owner of one of the finest smithies in all the land, who is also the man who took care of Max when the young orphan found himself on the streets after his mother's death. GP doesn't hesitate and crafts Max a sword to rival that of any nobleman or prince's.
The fine clothes he'll need to wear for the Midnight Feast welcoming the tourney combatants? A kindly seamstress, Hannah Schmitz, makes Max a set for half the price in exchange for Max performing odd jobs around her shop.
And just like that, Max finds the night of the feast upon him.
He wears a single piece of jewelry—a small but exquisitely crafted gold ring with a roaring lion that had once belonged to his grandmother. Max expects to remain in the shadows the entire time, tasting food he's only ever heard of in passing conversation, and drinking in the sight of his beloved, of his Lady Charles, sitting at the elevated table with his royal uncle.
But much to Max's shock and delight, the Omega aristocrat sees the Alpha in the crowd—
And immediately rises to his feet.
His chaperon follows Charles out to the garden and Max quickly follows.
He overhears Charles insist that he only needs a moment, he wants to explore the lily pond at the center of the maze. He hears the attendant's reluctant acceptance of his wayward charge's desire to be alone—and that's when Max makes his move.
Out of the shadows he emerges, moonlight spilling all over him, as he bows before Charles. "My lady."
He dares lift his gaze—dares to meet those green eyes that sparkle like emeralds.
"My Max." He breathes, raising one hand to cup Max's cheek. "Oh Max, I thought I'd never see you again."
Overheard, the stars seem to shine brighter. "How can that be, my lady?" He smiles, fighting every urge to grab Charles and hold him close. "I dreamed of you every night."
"And now you are here." He murmurs, delicate fingertips tracing down Max's strong jaw. "A tourney for you to show your worth?" He tries to tease before pulling his hand away.
But Max is too quick—with lightening speed, he raises his own hand to cover Charles's, keeping that small, warm hand pressed against his cheek. "A tourney for me to prove myself worthy of your hand, my lady. A tourney for me to win your heart. I...I have never been as close to you as I am now, Lady Charles. And I want to keep being close to you in any way I can."
Charles blinks up at him, eyelashes fluttering. "You...you would spend your precious time in this royal tourney speaking with me? You do not wish to garner favors with the great men of the court or seek alliances from the nobles here?"
"The only person here who matters is you, Lady Charles." Max's heart beats far too loudly as he confesses the words of his soul. "It's you I adore. You, and no one else."
(And when Charles hears this? The confession spoken in such a hopeful, tremulous voice? Oh, the Omega vows before heaven and earth that he will marry Max. This marriage will come to be—it simply must.)
Atsv characters realizing they’re in love with you
Gwens on the verge of tears, it’s the first time you’ve ever seen her like this in all the time you’ve known her. You’ve known gwen for almost your entire life, and never once have you ever seen her in such a state of affairs.
You suppose it’s reasonable, she lost Peter and she thinks she lost her father forever, the only other people she ever had. And then there’s you. Somebody she felt such deep emotions for even if she was unaware how deep they ran.
There’s so many emotions and so many thoughts running through her head, when she sees you for the first time in what feels like years.
You don’t say anything.
You stare at her, the state she’s in.
Your movements are slow and meticulous, calculated. And she wonders if you’re doing that because you’re cautious, because you’re scared of her.
“I don’t know what dad told you.” fear drips from her vocal cords, “but I promise you,” she’s desperate, wanting your touch so badly but fearing you truly saw her as a monster too, “I would never, ever, kill Peter.”
the building you’re both on, feels so much darker than it really is. It feels like she’s revealing herself to her dad for the first time all over again. She wants to cave in on herself but she fights every need to push you away because she needs you in her life.
“And believe me, I wanted to tell you! I did! I really did!” she tries desperately to explain, finally letting a tear slip out.
As soon as she let one go, it became a waterfall of tears.
“I love you.” she says, voice barely above a whisper, taking you both by surprise.
She realizes what she said, but she doesn’t dwell on it for much longer. Because she realizes, finally, what she said was true.
And now that she finally knows what it is she’s truly been feeling for you all these years, it hurts even more to look at you and not know what you could possibly think about her. She wishes she knew what was going through your head, she wishes she could just tell what you were feeling by searching your face but she just can’t find anything. She doesn’t know what you make of this. She doesn’t know if she’s going to lose you today.
“Please.” she feels her lips wobble, she knows she’s going to completely break down if you don’t say something, anything, in the next minute.
All she’s met with is more silence.
Miles knew he had a crush on you, sure. That simply made sense, it was common knowledge to anyone that wasn’t an idiot. Well, except you. But miles didn’t think you were an idiot, just maybe oblivious. It’s not like he minded, he was grateful that he liked the one, singular person in this very world that was oblivious enough to not catch onto Miles’s adoration for you.
Miles talked about you a lot, admittedly. His parents were naturally happy he had found an actual friend that wasn’t away, that wasn’t ganke, and that clearly made him so happy. In fact, Rio mentions how she’s never seen her son so happy to talk about somebody. She had teased him a few times, and although miles tried to deny it, both her and Jeff knew he liked you a little bit more than a friend should. Though, a little bit is a stretch. He liked you a LOT more than a friend should.
And man, when you finally met them. Ohhh boy.
Miles had tried to prevent it for so long, in fear his parents would embarrass him, even worse if they didn’t like you. But he had been delaying the inevitable long enough, and the time had finally came.
In the past, Rio had teased him about being in love. Of course, miles denied the fact. He had a crush sure, but love? That’s a lot, isn’t it?
But seeing you interact with his parents, getting along with them so well. Even with his dad?
He just can’t stop staring, and while normally Rio would be concerned, she simply walks over to her son with a knowing smile.
“I think Im in love.”
“I know, mijo”
Hobie had a rough day, to say the least. Being spiderpunk, spiderman, was tough. And as much as he complained about it, he was perfectly content with the way he went on living. Especially since it had given him the power to protect you, and fight for his beliefs.
But regardless it was sometimes a painful experience, being spiderman. The gash on his side wasn’t too huge, but was deep enough to cause him pain anytime he walked. Swinging around wasn’t much better.
He decided to swing by your place, since it was closer to him and while he hated the idea of bothering you while he was in this state, hated the idea of worrying you, he knew it was the best option if he wanted to get back to fighting as quick and as painless as possible.
He lets himself in through the window, as always. He walks over to your hunched over form at your desk, peeking over. “Biochem?” he asked aloud, and you, unbothered, simply nod. “Yknow you should really start locking the window sweets.” he says with a grin, and while you’d normally be annoyed by his remarks, you notice a strain in his voice that makes you look up at him.
You’re quick to stand up, “hobie! Jesus what happened to you!?” you said, ushering him into your bathroom so that you can get your first aid kit.
He sits down on the toilet, before shrugging. “Stuff..”
you’ve fixed him up before, but this was a little different. There was a change in your demeanor. It wasn’t out of this world for you to worry for him, but this felt vastly different this time around.
You were so kind, so gentle with him.
In his mind, he’s undeserving.
The warmth of your hands on him, was the only thing he could think about. Not even the pain of literally being stabbed could compare to how electrifying your touch felt.
Perhaps it was the blue led lighting in your bathroom or the loss of blood but, you looked so beautiful right now.
“I think I love you.” he whispers quietly, staring into your eyes.
Staring back, you can’t help but think you love this idiot too.
Pavitr is an idiot when it comes to romance, whether he likes to act like he’s good at it or not. He is not as smooth as he pretends to be. He realizes this anytime he tries to shoot his shot at you. He fumbles with his words and has to come up with some excuse as to why he needs to leave in that exact moment, immediately. Even pretending to flirt with his best friend, gayatri, doesn’t work. He does it so well with her, but when it comes to you he just cannot articulate his words. He finds himself totally lost.
It doesn’t take an idiot to figure out his feelings for you are strong, and that his feelings go deeper beyond friendship. You seem to be the only moron in all of mumbattan that hasn’t noticed, and he’s not sure if he’s grateful or in great agony.
One of the biggest reasons he was so obvious about how he liked you, was shown through how clingy he was. Physical affection is his love language, after all. But it goes beyond that, he always finds himself wanting to spend time with you. He even insists on walking you home even when his house is in the opposite direction, his excuse being that he wants you to get home safely despite being in broad daylight. It’s still a dangerous world out there, is his reasoning.
But it’s been so long since he last walked you home. When you were kids, he did it all the time. As you grew older, the tradition seemed to stick but as he became spiderman this occurrence became less frequent. It’s been months since he’s been able to do this.
The sun is bright, but it hits your face perfectly. And he can’t help but think you look like some ethereal god. Given his line of work, he doesn’t think it would be that weird if you were one.
He feels like he can’t breathe, and he doesn’t even realize its cause he’s way too focused on you, every little feature. Your hair, eyes, your nose, cheeks, mouth. Anything he could possibly look at on your face, he’s looking. He’s not listening to a word you’re saying, he watches your lips move but he cannot catch a damn thing. The grip he has on his bookbag becomes tighter, his face feels hot and he wants to say it’s because of the sun but he knows that’s not true. God, has your laugh always been so pleasant to the human ears? Or was that just him?
His lips move, before he even has a chance to stop the words from coming out, like word vomit.
Similar fic idea to One Step Three Steps, but instead of some random Hatake brat being zapped into modern Konoha from the very early days of the village, it was actually the at the time Hatake Clan Head.
I'm gonna go with the Hatake family tree I tossed into Chasing Shadows for fun, meaning a) the clan head is named Haruka, and b) she's Sakumo's mother (thus Kakashi's grandmother) and Tobirama's aunt
She died very shortly after Tobirama (like a week tops) and the rest of her clan was wiped out pretty soon after her.
(Sakumo was raised by the only other survivor of the clan, an old grandma with poor memory who hadn't been in any state to fight, and who later passed away when Sakumo was still pretty young— so he learned very little about their clan and their traditions, and then passed on even less to Kakashi before he died)
I have literally nothing else for her other than the above, so I guess we'll figure out her character together as we go along
With that said, this is gonna be a long one, so buckle in for
✨️ The Hatake clan head time travels from early to modern Konoha ✨️
Immediately, there's just so much potential pretty much anywhere you drop her into the timeline.
Lets take her from the very first years of Konoha, where they're still lowkey building the village and Madara is still around (bc I love the drama of the time traveler respecting Madara only for the future people to be like "oooo... ok, so bad news actually— Also, you legally aren't allowed to talk good about him for military dictatorship reasons, sorry :(" )
And then we're gonna drop her into kid Kakashi era, with Sakumo still being alive
Right off the bat -> That's Sakumo's fucking mom!!!! Holy shit you guys!!! The last time she saw him he was like a literal infant she JUST recovered from birthing AND NOW HES A WHOLE MAN!!!!
Shes grabbing him by the cheeks squishing him to death, there may be baby talk involved (he's a grown man let him go oh my god??)
If she comes before his mission gone wrong, her presence prevents him from going on it (disaster averted,,, for now) He's currently in the running for most likely to become next Hokage and she's so disgustingly proud holy shit. Her baby!!! Hokage!!!
Maybe have some talk about how that'd make either 3 or 2 Hatake's in office depending on if you count Hashirama as a Hatake (Haruka does not) and how that's kind of bad, right? Only Haruka doesn't give a SHIT about that (politicians hate her and shed hate them too if she didn't enjoy making them suffer so much)
"But Haruka, as clan head aren't you a politician too by default?"
"Haha yeah!! Isn't that awful? (For all of them)"
If she comes AFTER the dreaded mission gone wrong, Haruka is all about backing up his decision (the Hatake are a clan who emphasize loyalty like no other, which is also part of why they took to Konoha's mentality so well)
Shes telling Sakumo he did the right thing and fuck literally everyone who says otherwise. Trust your momma Sakumo, she knows best
Her being there averts Sakumo's death— either bc she manages to keep him going, or bc she interrupts him mid suicide
(I can see Sakumo trying to go through with it specifically bc he thinks at least Kakashi has Haruka now once he's gone)
Also oh my god SAKUMO YOU HAD A BABY??? SHE HAS A GRANDBABY???? AWWW CMERE LITTLE GUY LET GRANDMA GIVE YOU A SMOOCH— OHHH SAKUMO LOOK AT HOW HE STABBED ME OHH WHAT A GOOD BOY, WHAT A CUTE BABY BOY!! CMERE BABY— OHH SAKUMO LOOK HES BITING ME AWWW THATS SO CUTE!! WHOS A GOOD GRANDBABY?? WHOS A GOOD GRANDBABY?? (said like she's talking to a fucking dog)
Kakashi kind of hates her.
There's like a whole big bit about the Hatake clan bloodline limit, which is sort of general wolfy stuff, enhanced senses, some extra strength, etc. And my all-time favorite take, adaptation ✨️
Their white chakra is super flexible, able to adapt and change to fit pretty much any situation —or even other bloodline limits. (Which is why Kakashi not only survived the sharingan implant but came to arguably master it)
Anyways -> other than the white chakra (which neither Sakumo or Kakashi know the details of other than it's their family chakra and its,, white. Exciting, I know), their bloodline limit seems to have borderline dissapeared with Kakashi and Sakumo, due to basically them not knowing how to feed into it / activley supressing it to conform to polite society (unaware that certain impulses aren't actually just intrusive thoughts but actual instinct trying to get them to do things necessary to feed into and reawakened their bloodline limit)
Kakashi actually shows more hints of still having it bc of his age, while Sakumo is very well practiced in accidentally supressing it to conform with general society.
So obviously, Haruka is like "hey guys!! What the actual fuck is this!!" and immediatley (borderline desperatley) trying to get them back to her perceived normal
She's actually REALLY fucked up about all this. Her own son!! Her own grandbaby!! And they don't even eat enough MEAT!!!! This is an actual nightmare, this is like basic baby stuff all the Hatake's should know and she's getting nothing but blank looks and vuagley ashamed guilty stares from Sakumo as she asks if he even takes Kakashi on hunts (he didn't even know that was a thing he should be doing.)
Don't even get her started when she learns Sakumo isn't acting as clan head on the Konoha clan council, holy shit. The Hatake might be a clan of 2 now but they were among the first clans to come to Konoha— she doesn't give a shit how many of them are left, if the number is more than 1 then there better be a fucking representative of theirs on that goddamn council
Funny bit where Kakashi tries to bite someone and Sakumo is telling him to stop bc jesus christ child can you behave for 5 seconds oh god he's so sorry— and Haruka is like, why are you telling him to stop??? This is enrichment for him :)) if there's no blood it's fine, that's the official clan policy for dealing with kids
Haruka... isn't actually a very good choice to leave as your babysitter. If nothing is on fire and no one is dead she considers herself successful.
Sakumo will learn this. In time.
Mmmm bad ending where Sakumo goes through with the suicide. Could be very fun and fucked up n dramatic.
Kakashi doesn't find his father's body first bc Haruka does— or maybe he does but Haruka walks in right behind him and forces him to close his eyes before he can actually see the body.
Fun scene where Haruka is physically wrestling Kakashi away from his father's body, a hand over his eyes as he screams and claws at her, demanding that she let go and let him see his dad.
Can't she smell the blood!? Tou-san is hurt, he needs help! What are you doing!!? Let him go!! Tou-san, Tou-san, where are you? Why aren't you answering?!
He bites her hand in his struggles, so deep that it later scars (just another reminder of the day, oh boy !!)
Haruka getting hit by the fucking brick of reality, straight in the face. She got to meet her son, the only survivor of their clan from her era, just in time for him to die <3
The fic then takes a HARD turn from the silly fluffy fun times of Haruka goofing around telling people to suck her dick if they have a problem with her (which a lot of people definitely do)
-> Right into shinobi politics, political schemes and sabotaged missions and buried clan history galore territory. Haruka isn't ab to take this lying down and everyone's about to get their first look at a grieving Hatake mother in her prime who just lost her baby to the shinobi rumor mill
Before she was kind of keeping to herself just having fun in the clan compound, not reeeally getting involved with any politics or village shit, bc like, she's playing with her family!! This is like her vacation till the time travel is solved and she goes back home!!
But she's not doing that anymore.
Sakumo is gone and Haruka is more than willing to take the seat he chose to leave empty at the clan council. She's about to become EVERYONES problem.
In the bg, Kakashi VIOLENTLY swings between fucking hating Haruka ("You should have stopped him! You should have been there! You should have helped!") to being like, physically unable to be unatached from her (she's waking up in the middle of the night to find him suddenly burrowed into her blankets, holding on to her like he's scared she'll dissapear when he wakes up)
Small soft scene where he's sleeping on top of her and quietly whispers that he's sorry for biting her.
Haruka possibly tries to have Kakashi temporarily drop his training but it's a very hard battle to fight. Both bc Kakashi wants to fight and bc Konoha wants him to fight
Uhh first big scary Haruka politics scene when she puts her foot down and says something along the lines of, "are you telling me here and now that my word as Hatake clan head is not enough to stop Konoha from taking away my child?" And Sarutobi kind of has to back down bc that does NOT fly well with the other clans
Obito and Rin swing by and try to pry at why Kakashi can't fight and she just fucking stares at them and goes, "He's 6."
She goes home and puts her head in her fucking hands. She was promised Konoha was to keep the kids SAFE, that's the entire fucking reason the Hatake agreed to join!!! This is not safe Tobirama, you bitch!!!!! If they send out Kakashi to die, shes going to find your fucking ghost and grind your face into Kakashi's grave!!!!
Anyways, time for my favorite part: politics
Haruka is coming from the early days of Konoha, where the only reason the Hatake even joined the village was, "because my cute little nephew (Tobirama) asked us real nice"
In her mind, she and her clan are still allowed to back the fuck up out of the village whenever she so chooses. She likes it in Konoha, yeah, but they're still free reign nomads and while she'd like to stay and have her clan flourish (which they didn't exactly do and she can literally SEE the way the village destroyed them from the inside out) she and her clan retain the right to leave whenever they want. And if they do leave, other than losing the new friends, it won't exactly be hard on them to get back to the nomad life.
All of that is to say that Sarutobi isn't her Hokage and while she'll be nice and respectful bc she recognizes the position (and her position) when push comes to shove, there's literally nothing they can hold on her to make her bend or break.
Also the last time she saw Sarutobi he was one of her nephews little brat tag-alongs, and she's so fucking bad at treating people their age, doubly so if she knew them as a kid.
It's,,, kind of demeaning actually, she should stop. (She will not.)
Anyways: play into her not just being Tobirama's aunt but also Hashirama's (her sister was their mother) which becomes fun bc Kakashi is her fucking grandkid!! Meaning he's also their fucking cousin!! Politics!! Implications!!!
At least one person is making a "of fucking course the boy genius is related to one of them" joke but like in an angry way (it's probably Obito)
Anyways I started this off with basically nothing for Haruka other than her name and I think she accidentally turned into a real character along the way (inevitable tbh)
Shes a DEEPLY flawed person actually, which I kind of love. She has a habit of belittling people and not treating them their age (absoloutley calls everyone even slightly younger than her 'kid')
Her views of childcare are totally skewed and she should not be trusted with any children other than Kakashi (it's ok he's literally built different, she can provide proper enrichment for him)
Edit: I DIDNT FUCKING MEAN TO POST THIS YET IM GONNA KILL MYSELF I WAS STILL QRITING IM GONNA END IT ALL TUMBLR I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
Shes so fucking full of herself and about to make it EVERYONES problem
Hi there! Back with another solidarity related thing because gods know we need it!
The show The Dragon Prince. Im rewatching it and ohhh my goddd its so good. I feel validated!!! Its queer!!! it not only respects children but shows that often younger minds are needed to improve the world!!! It has a cute baby dragon!!!!!!! What's not to love!!!!
This is solidarity.
I never finished the show but I've watched most of it and I definitely recommend!! Not only for the reasons you mentioned but its also beautifully animated, has a diverse cast with different races between both human and elf species with clear inspiration from real cultures, has disability representation like a warrior who is mute and communicates in ASL and has an interpretor to speak for her, near no misogyny as they take ALL their characters seriously, one of the elves is a trans man... and also? It's just a fantastic story about inequality between species (without using color, gender or orientation to tell that story) with great writing and beautiful and unique world-building !!
The only complaint I have heard from it is that there was one character with narcolepsy, and they leaned into harmful stereotypes "haha hes falling asleep AGAIN?" instead of actually giving tasteful representation. But even then he is a one-off character, and although that doesn't excuse it, its not like youre seeing him all 7 seasons (there might be more than seven, it's been a minute and like I said I never finished it...)
