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[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories
#šæ misc#idk how to tag this#i just love making lists#and sorting things into categories#pinterest#??#this is part of what motivates me to write i just love making lists of scenes and then sorting them into categories#bangers
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satosugu & their favorite lady ā” poly head cannons
`āļø Ė Ö“Ö¶Öø šā¹ bc who doesn't love when their two boyfriends are also bf + bf?
nsfw mdni; fem!reader, 3sum, anƤl, dbl. penÄtration, oral, yaoi, use of pet names. banner fan art from pinterest
poor suguru, having to work overtime to keep the two of you in checkāyour unyielding energy bounces off of satoru's childlike enthusiasm, creating quite an unhinged environment. and of course geto switches into dad-mode when it comes to y'all, but he wouldn't have it any other way...not willing to give up what he has, loving how silly his lovers are.
satoruās definitely the physical touch lover while suguru handles words of affirmation: they take turns showering you in praise in the form of soft touches and gentle kisses while they removing your clothes, two sets of hands running up and down your soft skin.
this dynamic also manifests in public, with satoru being your go-to for steamy dancing and drunken make-out sessions in the middle of the club, while suguru sits observantly at a table off to the side.
when he finally feels that itās time to go, heāll join the two of you on the dance floor, his chest pressed flush with your back as you continue to lock lips with satoru. you grind against him, assuming he's finally joining in on all the fun. but his hands pull at your hips before running up your body and cupping the underside of your jaw, quite literally having to peel your mouth away from satoru's. "hey...wha- i wasn't done," you grumble. suguru only chuckles in response. "let's get outta here, you two..." he mumbles. satoru attempts to reconnect his lips with yours before a stern "satoru," rumbles from suguru's chest. your blue-eyed lover pouts, of course, before reluctantly agreeing.
suguru loves hitting it from the back while you suck satoru off, the sloppy sounds of both your holes filling the heady air the room as the three of you chase your releases
and of course, satoru would get creative and suggest a challenge, a little competition to see who finishes first, just for funsies; "bet i'd last the longest". he'd be so fucking smug about it, too. and nine times out of ten, you and suguru would create an alliance and work together to literally break satoru; not only does he finish first but he cums over, and over, and over again. you and sugu take turns bringing him to his breaking point, and after his third orgasm, he's begging to switch so he can get one of you off instead. but you just can't stop. and why would you? he just looks so pretty as his hips buck off the bed, sweat glistening on his skin with his flustered cheeks and swollen lips, while his body trembles with every gasping breath. you swear he does this shit on purpose, plotting for this outcome because he's been feeling super needy lately.
they just love pleasing their precious girl
you're straddling suguru, your forearms resting against his chest as your nails dig into his skin. satoru is pounding into you from behind, his hands anchored on your hips. he tucks his chin into his clavicle to watch as your gushing cunt sucks him in so greedily. suguru pulls your head down, your cheek resting against his shoulder as his fingers reach under you to play with your clit, sultry words of praise leaving his lips and going straight to your listening ears, "feels good, doesn't it baby? uh uh, don't move. keep takin' him...y'doin so good." you whimper as toruās impressive length reaches unimaginable depths inside you, the sweet squelches of your needy pussy spurring him on as he drives into you even harder. suguās fingers keep working at your throbbing clit while you bite and suck on his neck, interrupted by the symphony of soft ahhās and oooās falling from your swollen lips. a few more rough thrusts and rapid circles against your clit and youāre falling apart on satoruās cock, spraying all over the their thighs. you gasp and whine when you feel satoru pull out, only for suguru to lift you up and quickly take his place, sheathing himself in your pulsing walls. āyou ready, baby?ā you glance over you shoulder, watching as satoru sucks his fingers into his mouth, a cheeky smirk on his face, your cock drunk brain too dizzy to respond. you nod, groaning at the feeling of his long, slender digits playing with your ass, dipping in to the second knuckle. satoru works to stretch you out in preparation for you to take them both. your face contorts at the dull ache. "look at me...focus on me, princess," suguru rasps, redirecting your attention to him as he slowly pumps in and out of your gummy walls. your nails scratch down his chest as you rest your forehead against his, breathing deeply in an attempt to relax your body for the inevitable stretch. you already feel so full, your pussy absolutely drenched, your arousal dribbling out around suguās girth, but you grow even wetter in anticipation for your two boyfriends to take you at the same time
and if you thought it would be a peaceful transition into sleep after y'all finish fucking, you would be sorely mistaken...the three of you constantly fight for the middle spot in the bed. correction, you and satoru are the ones bickering. as the two of you argue, suguru finds his place and waits for y'all to follow suit, and more often than not, it's suguru in the middle, laying on his back, as you and satoru tuck yourselves under each of his arms and curling into his side, legs thrown over his waist.
it's a very balanced relationship. the three of y'all have your designated nights to cook dinner, your assigned spots on the couch (though you occasionally fight over what to watch), a copasetic routine for showering, going to work, running errands together. and when one of y'all is out of town for work, the two left over keep each other company. it's perfect, a home full of love and laughter.
y'all loooove having threesomes, but sometimes it's too much logistically. and that's totally fine...nothing wrong with some one on one action, whether it be you and toru or sugu and you or the two men having their fun alone.
you arrive home, expecting to be entrapped in a double bearhug by your two boyfriends, only to hear moans and grunts echoing down the hallway. you laugh to yourself as you make your way upstairs. opening the bedroom door, you're greeted by a smiling suguru being topped off by his blond counterpart. "hey baby, how was work?" he asks casually, not even acknowledging the fact that he's actively getting head. you smile softly, walking to the edge of the bed and placing a gentle peck on suguru's waiting lips. "mmm, it was a pretty rough shift...i'm gonna go take a long, hot shower," you reply, exhaustion evident in your voice. satoru sits up, continuing to jerk suguru off. with his free hand, he wipes the spit from his chin, grinning ear to ear as you lean in to kiss him, too. "you sure you don't wanna join us?" "not right now, toru, but i might when i get out," you smile as you walk to the dresser, grabbing a change of clothes before heading toward the master bathroom. you turn back around to face the two of them, giggling at the disappointed looks on their faces. when the door closes, the wet sounds and breathy moans fill the bedroom once more. but of course, not even five minutes into your peaceful shower, your back is pressed up against the tile wall as satoru's tongue laps at your throbbing clit. "this is the best way to decompress, baby," he says before his fingers dip into your core and his lips reattach to your sensitive bud. "f-fuck, toru...feels s'good..." as you surrender to the bliss, you hear the bathroom door open and close. seems like suguru was feeling left out. so much for your alone time, huh?
loneliness is no longer apart of the equation for you. after years of failed relationships and agonizing heartbreaks, you have finally found peace, your yin and yang. you have your boys, and they have you.
author notes: stsg has had me in a fuckin chokehold recently so i had to get this outta my head. i just rly rly want two boyfriends so so bad and i want my two boyfriends to also be boyfriends. ugh. is that too much to ask? ā”
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#āwritten by jade šæ#dividers by benkeibear#dividers by cafekitsune#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen writing#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk fanfic#jjk smut#jjk x reader#gojo saturo#satoru gojo#satoru smut#gojo smut#gojo x reader smut#jjk x reader smut#gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#suguru geto#geto suguru#geto x reader#suguru geto smut#gojo x reader x geto#jjk gojo#jjk geto#satosugu#satosugu smut#satosugu headcanon#satosugu x reader#satosugu fanfic#bratbby333
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[Any Leon but DI came to mind when writing these]
Leon but he does that little motion when you're out together. Sticking his hand out, making grabby motions so you don't get separated in the crowd.
Leon but he always lifts your chin to give you forehead kisses cause he loves seeing that little lovesick look in your eyes when he pulls away.
Leon but he always orders extra of whatever you like on his plate while you're out to eat. Giving it to you so he can make your meal just a little bit better.
Leon but when he wraps his arms around you to give your neck kisses, he always rubs his chin on your skin because he knows you like the feeling of his stubble on your neck.
Leon but he says he can never tie his tie correctly. But he always leaves the top buttons undone on his shirts because he knows you like to see his defined collarbone and chest.
Leon but he's always bringing you back gifts from assignments. Big or small he always loves watching you gush over the random things he says he thought you'd like.
Leon but he always matches outfits with you. He knows it's cheesy but he likes looking like you belong together. He's been alone for so long that he craves the validation of looking like you belong to only him.
Leon but he never forgets important dates. Even if he's away or knows he'll have to reschedule something, he always makes sure you get your favorite flowers delivered to your door along with some of your favorite treats.
Leon but he's always lost in thought. Daydreaming of the day he'll get you to say yes to him. The perfect ring he gets you, big or small. He knows you'll love it because it's a sign of his love regardless.
Leon but he's down on one knee. Somewhere beautiful and private so he knows you aren't under any pressure to say yes. The last thing he wants is to drive you away. Here he is, ring in hand, asking those four words he's been thinking about since the day he met you.
#resident evil x reader#leon kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x reader#šæ ivy writes#leon kennedy x fem reader#leon s kennedy
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Beefy Bucky & Creampies uhhh 18+ MDNI
It has to specifically be Beefy Bucky um because I said so.
Bucky would eat your well fucked pussy after he came inside you I know it.
Dude loves a good creampie.
His fat cock drilling into you and so sweetly kissing your cervix with each intense thrust, hot precum weeping out of his cockhead and soothing the swollen flesh and coating your inner walls until he fucking just cums and fills you up with his seed.
There's literally so much of it, it oozes out of you as he slowly drags himself back, watching the white cream just...coat your cunt. His mouth waters, seeing your pretty petals so slick and glistening with your own cum and his. He just can't help himself.
Bucky grabbing your legs and holding them open while his tongue continues to lap and twirl between your folds as he listens to that pretty little symphony coming out of your lips.
And his mouth wraps around that pretty pearl of yours and he just nurses on it while you feel the hot, tingling erupt through your body. You feel it in your toes, they curl as you fist the sheets and beg him for more.
Tug his hair and feel his arms, look at those pretty eyes as he glances up at you. Oh my god. Watch him rut himself into the fucking bed because he's ready for round two. Three. Four.
He laps and licks, his fucking face is buried in you. The scruff gently tickling your inner thighs and scratching your folds. He doesn't want to let up, drinking your essence and inhaling your scent, memorizing it. He's so drunk off your pussy, he doesn't want to let you go, ever.
Your taste and his own together was like a drug.
The groans this man makes is enough to make you cum again, or at least send those shivers through your delicate bud, begging to be sucked again.
Bucky doesn't give a shit if he tastes himself on you, he sucks himself out of you just to push it all back in and listen to you mewl at the sensation, or he pulls back and slams his lips against yours, sharing himself on your tongue.
Um yeah. I guess this is kinda cum play too?
Just a thought lol byeee <3
#um just a thought because i needed to write something smutty to take a break from this angsty piece im working on#maybe i will make this a fic idk#back to angst now š©#bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#james buchanan barnes x reader#bucky barnes x reader smut#beefy bucky#bucky x reader#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes smut#james bucky barnes#james barnes x reader#winter soldier#the winter soldier#winter soldier x you#winter soldier x reader#winter soldier smut#thunderbolts#thunderbolts*#emwritesšæ
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ā HEADCANONS: how theyād kiss you.
ź° charas: ź± LAIOS & CHILCHUCK.
ź° wc: ź± 300
ź° rating: ź± sfw like always!
ā¦ hi there!! this is my first post on this acc, and itās just smth small i put together while reading the manga. if youād like more characters, feel free to rq them in my askbox! i wanted to write something for laios for my beloved jackie, and i wanted to throw in some chil as well! sorry if itās a bit oocā¦ just wanted to have some fun lol. hope you enjoy!
ā LAIOS: sweet but inexperienced.
Laios kisses like heās unsure of himself. The first time you kiss him, leaning up to press a soft peck to his lips, his heart just about stops. Heās not used to affection; kisses with him at first will be chaste and rushed. Expect his lips to be a little chapped and his motions to be a little rough, but ease him into it and heās a fast learner. Soon enough heāll be the one leading, sweeping you off your feet. (And probably literally, with how tall this man is.) Imagine a lot of shy touches when your lips are on one anotherās, and think about just how warm his embrace is. Laios will more than likely just pull you into his arms when he can and snatch a quick kiss, before continuing on with what he was doing before. When itās just the two of you, he seeks your attention, speckling smooches all over your cheeks until you finally grab him by his and pull him in.
ā EXTRA: kiss him while heās rambling and you might just make his brain stop working. (but be sure to assure him itās because you like when he talks!!!)
ā CHILCHUCK: slow and steady.
Since heās more experienced, kisses with him will be addicting. It probably takes a while to encourage him to give you that bit of affection, (as he doesnāt just go and do this with anyone!) But once you have him in your clutches, heāll make sure you wonāt want to part. He gives and he takes, his hands more than likely digging into your hips as he tilts his head just that right way to get the kiss deeper. Encourage him by winding your fingers through his hair and you might just hear him groan. You definitely have to wait until youāre away from everyone before getting to the more serious kisses, (you know how he is) and I imagine he may even nip at your bottom lip when he wants to lick into your mouth. Chilchuckās cheeks definitely still get red with every kiss. (At least in the beginning, lol. I feel like heās easily flustered a bit.)
ā EXTRA: sweet talk this man. my god, tell him how skilled he is and how much you enjoy watching him work and just watch how he reacts. and maybe when no oneās looking heāll place a quick kiss to your shoulder.
#ā” lilia writes! šæ#dividers by cafekitsune#this is so self-indulgent#hope itās okay!!!#dungeon meshi x reader#delicious in dungeon x reader#dunmeshi x reader#laios x reader#laios touden x reader#chilchuck x reader#chilchuck tims x reader
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ā A este usuario le encanta cuando llueve. šæš§ļø.
#seguen#seguen oriah#citas#frases#textos#escritos#frases en espaƱol#notas#amor#pensamientos#arte#cosas que importan#naturaleza#emociones#lluvia#cafe#sentimientos#notas de noche#en tu orbita#a tu medida#agosto2024#šæ writing#rain š§ļø
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Consumerism & Witchcraft
Written by Marimo (he/they)šæ
Iāve seen a turn for the better in some witchy spaces regarding consumerism in the past few years, but overall it still tends to be an issue for us as a community. Iāve decided to try and breakdown the pitfalls Iāve noticed in my own journey, in the hopes that it will inspire and assist others. Iāve also provided alternatives and ideas on how to make small changes in our practice to help us better protect the Earth, stick it to the failing system and still acquire our bits and bobs we love so dearly.
As always, I am no authority on any subject nor am I perfectābut weāre all learning as we go, so letās dive right in šæ
A Preface
There are some things that should be made entirely clear before we begin:
You are not a bad person for wanting an aesthetic
You are not a bad person for unknowingly falling into pitfalls. Only if you continue to purposefully do so after knowing better
You are not a bad person for consuming content/objects or for not always making the most sustainable decisions. At the end of the day, we can only control our small part of environmental impact, while the rest is left up to the major corporations that make more pollution than any of us ever will
You are only human. Show yourself some grace and understanding that the internet so lacks.
My Experience in Consumerist Hell
I have fallen victim many times to consumerism in witchcraft. Starting my journey at the ripe age of about ten years old and heavily in the broom closet, I was quickly drawn in by the shiny rocks, the brand new candles and scents, the promise of new tarot decks and pendulums and other fancy, shiny new equipment. I was consuming an online aesthetic along with my ideals, and it distracted me from starting my journey by learning well.
I began to spend my birthday and holiday money on the aesthetic of things. While, granted, I still did buy a few literary resources now and again from my local secondhand bookstoreāI was stubbornly ignoring the sage advice to learn and understand first before diving in headfirst.
I purchased statues, crystals, too many tarot decks to use. I purchased osteomancy bones I later returned to the earth, for I had not done enough research to know that that animal was mine to practice with. I had a tankard full of incense sticks, and even a growing pile of books that would not be read. While I liked to consider myself crafty with my homemade Maypole and various hand-bound Grimoires, something was becoming apparent: this was all a distraction.
The aesthetic I was partaking in was providing me with a false sense of progress and practicality.
When Iād go to do a tarot reading, Iād become far too overwhelmed with choosing a deck to read in the first place. When making an offering to a deity, Iād feel pressured to also bolster the altars of all the other deities Iād set up, and with my wide pool, the connections felt muddy. Often times Iād be off-put on a project or spell because I knew I needed to film it and it needed to look nice.
In the long term, I donāt have many of these items today. Iāve sold and donated a vast breadth of them. Feeling overwhelmed costed me a few years retreat from my craft to recuperate. However, what has stuck with me is the knowledge I picked up along the way.
So, Whatās the Issue? TL;DR
Iāve noticed a few issues here in making these mistakes myself.
Consumerism absolutely distracts you from learning and your craft
Overconsumption leads to environmental damage. If everyone hoarded supplies, there would not be enough to go around. And with what gets thrown away every yearā¦it paints an ugly wound on the Earth
We damage our learning abilities by not allowing ourselves to be anything less than perfect
The need for aesthetic creates barriers to entry within the community and creates a divide of haves and have-nots
You wonāt be able to truly follow your individual path if you are only consuming and not creating for yourself
Consumerist culture promotes appropriation. Metaphysical stores carry items from closed practices (such as white sage and palo santo, or coyote bones) because someone is buying them. Donāt be that person, and find alternatives relating to your own culture instead
Consumerism can influence your spiritual decisions based upon monetary inclinations (where some may sacrifice a quality ingredient over a higher quantity of a lower quality ingredient)
So, what can we do?
Firstly, I want to clarify that I am not against collecting, nor am I against maximalism or the beautiful visual aesthetic we carry as a community.
I am an artist a very visual person and understand the longing for a beautiful home and workspace. However, this aesthetic shouldnāt come at the cost of irresponsibly harming the Earth or another community.
Thus, Iāve compiled a list of small things that I will be incorporating into my practice to make it more mindful and sustainable. I hope that youāll join me in a few of them.
Minimize Supplies. While I used to have a huge selection of stationary for my Grimoire, I now limit myself to a simple pencil and watercolor set if Iām feeling artistic. This helps me actually use my Grimoire for study, rather than to keep perfect. Itās also friendlier on my wallet!
Thrift Supplies. There are plenty of perfectly good items that get donated daily. You can get high-quality candles and holders, old crystal bowls for altar offerings, spare crafting supplies, fabric for alter cloths and even clothing if you so wishāall for a fraction of the cost new and while saving the planet just a little bit more. Hell, you can sometimes even find good silver!
Share Supplies with your Community. You can create a sort of barter system with other witches in your area. Perhaps you create a sigil for them, and they provide you with a candle spell. Play to your strengths and grow together!
Look for Creative Outlets. Do you really need to go buy an altar statue thatās been mass-produced? Or can you give your deity the personal gift of a drawing, painting or even hand-modeled or hand-carved rendition? This will also deepen your connection to your craft and your magic, and make it more meaningful and stronger. If you really like something, though, go for it!
If you arenāt the artistic sort, consider supporting an artist before going to a large company. While I havenāt purchased from them myself, Blagowood on Etsy has beautiful deity statues carved from wood by their small team in Ukraine for a comparable cost to the standard mass produced metal statues. I consider this extra labor of love going into these pieces and those of similar small companies to be much better energy for my practice. I myself may put out some art prints and other handmade supplies in the future, but I will likely spread them around my community first.
Try Secondhand Books. While not available in every area and further still not as available for witchcraft and occult books, you may strike luck! Not only are secondhand books less expensive, but youāll be supporting a local business. Thatās not to say you canāt buy firsthand books, but some searching around may be beneficial to the earth and to your wallet in the long run.
Be mindful of where you source supplies and decor. If you are a fan of taxidermy decor, make sure that you source cruelty free. Bats can practically never be sourced without cruelty, so if a shop carries them, Iād be mindful of their other specimens. The same goes for if a shop decides to forgo a cultureās wishes and carry supplies sacred to them, such as white sage or dreamcatchers. Supporting folks who turn a profit off of othersā suffering is not something many would wish to include energetically in their craft.
Search the Wild for Tools. Find sticks, flowers and other plants out in the forest. Learn how to rockhound in your area for crystals. Your craft will be more powerful the more connected it is to the land you are surrounded by. Be sure to reference guides for safety and legality!
Get Creative with Purposes. If you are having difficulty finding exactly what you need by thrifting or searching, make another tool multipurpose if it would do the job good enough. Find supplies that are easy to source and work as substitutes for other ingredients (ex. Quartz as a stand in for other stones)
Spend more time Doing. Go out into the woods (safely) and advance your connection to the earth instead of worrying over the perfect item for your collection. Your craft will benefit
At the end of the day, all of this is your decision. Take what you like, and leave what you donāt. Even if we donāt agree, I thank you for your time and open mind. I will continue updating about how I incorporate these steps, and I will also hopefully post more on witchy crafting in the future.
I wish you well, and hope youāll decide to follow along on our journey!
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It's a little fascinating to think about your own life when you've known you're nonhuman for a long while now. I guess looking back knowing you lived and experienced life so differently from so many folks around you is both a wonderful experience and a lonely experience; that until you find your own circles but regardless
School, gatherings, events, simple life as a child to a teen to an adult, everything you experienced as an animal, machine, creature,,, as not human. What an experience
#āø»š¤txt.#āø»šæcoyote.talk.txt#āø»š¾machine.talk.txt#this was written with a lonely heart in mind but half way through writing it i found some beauty in it too#it is an experience - can be good can be bad can be indifferent can be everything and all things#- for me it was everything awful and wonderful#therian#holothere#otherkin#nonhuman#alterhuman#physically nonhuman
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ā Richard Siken, from āLitany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Outā in Crush
#rereading crush for the millionth time and this caught me so off guard I almost cried on the train lol#āIām just a writer. I write things downā#Richard siken#litany in which certain things are crossed out#crush#šæ#mine
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i would like to point out the RATTLE OF COINS in jamieās pocket when he gets to royās party. he knew he was going to swear, and my man came PREPARED for phoebe. i just know he pays his taxes ON TIME
#your hand in marriage please#ted lasso#jamie tartt#roy kent#jamie tartt x roy kent#jamie x roy#100#200#500#1k what#yļæ½ļæ½all please like some of my other stuff#like my ts lyric art#or my writing#iām begging#ā½ļø ā ted lasso#šæ ā diary entries
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revising your writing is just like "is this weird. is this a weird sentence. is this the weirdest most poorly-worded sentence ever written by anyone" and the sentence in question is "he walked across the room"
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i will possess your heart ā satoru gojo
-this story contains very heavy nsfw content! please read at your own discretion!-
š©į„«į”šŖ content warnings dead dove fic- heavy stalking, violent obsession, manipulation, forced voyeurism, forced exhibition, drugging, mentions of blood, knives, use of restraints, plot twist, extreme dub-con š©į„«į”šŖ synopsis for as cocky as Satoru is, itās oddly fitting. in his mind, everything belongs to him, including you. š©į„«į”šŖ word count 8k
Satoru fumbled with a tripod as he positioned his camera onto the stand and proceeded to hit record. He was thorough, making sure his chair was perfectly centered before he sat down, staring at himself in the viewfinder while he fussed with his hair, inhaling deeply. A wide grin cut across his face before dropping back into lackluster neutrality. He looked down at his lap, his fingers ran up and down his denim-clad thighs. He snapped back onto the camera blank-faced before a deranged smile pulled at his cheeks.
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January 16th, 4:06 AM
I woke up drenched in the feeling of lethargy againāanother night of only an hourās worth of sleep. Nothing feels real when you hit a certain point. Iām plagued by the shadows, my entire life enshrouded in darkness. I donāt remember what things were like before. Day by day, itās all the same. I cannot escape itāthis anchoring feeling of despair. The emptiness eats away at me. Iām in search of releaseā¦of some sort of freedom from this pain. I need to fill my life with meaning, to find purpose in this accursed worldā¦I think Iāll go out for coffee today. People watching brings me so much joy. They seem to live much happier lives than me.
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January 16th, 6:38 PM
My daydreams mustāve blended into reality because there was no way I created someone as beautiful as she was outside my imagination. Iām certain of it. She was sitting at the bar of the cafe down the street from my apartment, dressed in business casualāshe probably works nearby. How kismet. The coffee was bland, as were most things in my life, but she awoke something in me. I hope I see her again. She somehow managed to clear the cobwebs around my heart. I think my life has finally found purpose. She is my driving force. I wonder what her name is.
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January 19th, 6:11 AM
Feeling well-rested today. Four hours of sleep is my new record. I plan to go to the coffee shop again. Back to the place where my eyes were first blessed with the mirage of herā¦where I first fell in love. I hope sheās there. People are so fun to observe when they donāt think theyāre being watchedā¦itās simple psychology. The Hawthorne Effect. When humans notice they are under observation, they change. So inauthentic. But her? She never notices. She sits so obliviously, allowing me to take her in with ease. So good to me. Sheās a breath of fresh air. I hope to work up the courage to speak to her soon. My heart soars at the mere thought of being in her presence once again. Itās so refreshing to feel something after all this time. Iāve been numb for so long, but she has set my heart on fire. She is everything to me, my sole purpose for existence.
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January 19th, 8:27 PM
I saw her again today. She didnāt see me. Just how I like it. She typed away on her computer like normalā¦sheās a hard worker, it seems. Driven and strong. And here I was thinking such beauty was a thing of legend. It's refreshing to have been proved wrongāthat rarely happens. Oh, how I crave her. I know sheād make me feel whole again. She can save me from all this, I can feel it.Ā
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January 23rd, 5:13 AM
Only two hours of sleep tonight. But, for some reason, I feel better than everā¦ I normally do when I find a reason for living, again. Itās herā¦it must be because of her. She keeps me going; my muse, my inspiration. Sheās worked wonders on me already and she doesnāt even know it, yet. Iām going to the cafe again today, I cannot wait to see her. Maybe today I will finally speak to her.
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January 23rd, 9:53 PM
She never showed up todayā¦I wonder whatās going on. Maybe she had other things to do. Itās fine, really. Iām annoyed, honestly. I waited around all day. Iāll keep checking until I see her again.Ā
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January 28th, 7:06 PM
My sweet girl has gone missing. I havenāt seen her in quite some time now. This is just ridiculous. The woman I loveā¦is she avoiding me? No, no that cannot be.Ā
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February 2nd, 8:31 AM
I havenāt slept well in days. Iāve been awake for twenty six hours nowā¦my mind feels like itās filled with static and yet, I feel sharper than ever. Iāve gone to the cafe every day. Still no sign of her. Iām slipping back into my old ways, the darkness is going to return any moment. Iāve begun to hear the laughter in the shadows again. Theyāre making fun of me, I just know it. I need herā¦oh, I need her so bad. How could she do this to me? Does she not know how much I suffer when sheās not around? If I donāt see her again soon, I will never recover.
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February 5th, 6:21 PM
I finally saw her again today. My heartrate spiked and I nearly leaped from my seat to kiss her, to hold her, sway her side to side in a deep hug. Instead, I slipped a tracker into her purse as I walked by her chair. I must know where she works, where she lives, and what she enjoys in her free time. She slipped away from me so easilyā¦canāt let that happen again. I need to know every little thing about her. She is my one and only after all. It would be ridiculous to love someone so deeply and know nothing about them. She is too beautiful, I cannot let her wander around unsupervised. There are some crazy people out thereāyou never know what could happen. I canāt lose her. I must keep her safe. I will possess her heart. No one else can have her but me.Ā
āĖ. ļæ½ļæ½ Ėāā¦Ė.
Satoru observed her for months, shadowing her all around town. He knew the womanās routine like the back of his hand, before he ever learned her name. Sundayās she went grocery shopping, Monday after work was her pilates class, every couple of Thursdayās she was at the nail salon, and Fridayās were seemingly paydayāhe picked up on her pattern of going out to nice restaurants every other week. Satoru eventually got an upper-level management position at a company that shared the office building with her jobāhe is incredibly intelligent and overqualified, after all; they would be foolish to not hire him. Now he could really keep an eye on her.
That was when he finally learned her nameāthe two of them taking the same elevator. She didnāt recognize him as the man who seemingly had the same routine as herāitās one of the many reasons why Satoru loved her so much: her naivety. She looked into his eyes for the first time that day, her voice was soft and angelic, and the name that fell from her lips sent waves through Satoruās body, the same name that would now be coupled with his gasping moans every evening as he stroked himself to the thought of her.Ā
With Satoruās new job that brought him one step closer to her, he knew he could no longer watch her in the way he used to. His movements had to be more calculated, putting more distance between them than he normally would or hiding behind the deep tint of his car windows. If she saw his face too frequently, she surely would have caught on. Satoru smiled at the possibility of her never catching onā¦how sheād greet him with a smile and a friendly hug each time they ācoincidentallyā bumped into one another, giggling about their lives' odd synchronicities. Such a sweet girl. If only she knew.
He stopped into her job, a small gift bag hanging off his slender fingers, desperate to watch her eyes light up with the sweet gesture of an unexpected gift. He asked to see her, only to be informed by the receptionist that she had the day off.
It was no worry, he didnāt let that dull his excitement. āIām a friend of hers, brought this in to surprise her. Do you mind showing me to her desk, Iāll just leave it there for her when she returns to work,ā he said kindly. The lady working the front desk blushed under his piercing gaze and handsome features, nodding shyly and walking him to his loverās designated area.Ā
Satoru thanked her, stepping into the cubicle to place his gift by her computer. His eyes glazed over her workspace. It was decorated with trinkets and family photos. He picked one up, his thumb tracing over her face. His pretty girl. That smile could bring about world peace; it definitely quieted the angered voices in his head. He scanned her desk, a moment of envy shooting through him at the thought of her dainty fingers dancing over the keyboard rather than tangling in his hair. He groaned internally, looking over his shoulder to ensure no one was around, before ducking down, rummaging through his belovedās drawers. Stowed away in the bottom of the unit was a fuzzy, white cardigan. He brought the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply, stifling the filthy moan that nearly echoed through the cubicle. He quickly tucked it into his jacket, took one last look around, and headed toward the exit.Ā
In the safety of his vehicle, Satoru whipped the clothing out from under his wing, bringing it to his face once more. He undid his belt buckle with haste, shoving his dress slacks halfway down his thighs before his large fist swaddled his cock with the fuzzy white cardigan. He nearly sobbed at the contact, the smell of his car filling with her beautifully floral perfume. He brought the free edge up to his nose, taking another whiff as his hand worked furiously against his shaft. He had never finished so quickly in his life, staggered whimpers and choked moans fell from his parted lips as fat ropes shot up onto his abs and chest. His cheeks were flustered a violent red as he wiped his sticky shame away with her top. After he came, then did his clarity, and Satoruās body ached with the thought of how good it would feel to finally be sheathed within her sticky walls, rather than her soft clothing. Iāll be with you soon. Soon, my love.Ā
These feelings were getting unbearable. His overactive brain had him teetering on the edge of insanity. He needed more. His imagination was no longer enough to satiate the hunger that gnawed so deeply in his core, the distanced watching and hopeless longing for the love of his life created jagged rifts in his already damaged psyche. He didnāt know how much more of this he could take. A few deep breaths and the promise he made to himself to take action soon quelled his burning desire. But for how much longer could Satoru repress the demon that clawed through his body?
Satoru surveyed her while she ran to the bank, walked her dog, or took her car to the wash. But his most favorite place to watch her was from the bench just outside her bedroom window, engulfed in darkness. Pretty girl lived on the second floor, her silly little brain assumed she didnāt need curtains. She never saw him, but he always saw her. All of her. Drinking in the way her clothes were delicately removed from her pretty little frame, the way she turned and posed in the mirrorāso good to him. How her skin glistened after she got out of the shower, the water droplets running along her body in the same way Satoru wanted to.Ā
He fell into a state of bliss, feeling spoiled by the show he was getting tonight. The lotion that she worked into her body, the beautiful set of lingerie that she dawned. His eyes buzzed around his sockets, elation flooding through him. Gorgeous, gorgeous girl. But his body went rigid and his jaw locked tight at the appearance of another man behind the love of his life. He sat upright, shoulders stiff and heart pounding in his ears at the thought of his sweet being in danger, he cursed himself for not being more aware of her surroundings on her behalf. But when his darling girl turned to the unknown man with a smile, greeting him with a gentle kiss with the lips that were supposed to be just for Satoru, his heart shattered into a million pieces.Ā
Oh, no. This just wonāt do, my love. You are mine.Ā
Jealousy coursed through his veins while he looked into her room, rage balled in his fists as he watched a random man have her in the one way Satoru couldnāt. Not yet, at least. He mustāve been new in her life, judging by the way his nervous hands explored every part of her skin. Satoru laughed at thisāhe knew he could please his woman so much better. But betrayal nipped at the back of his neck; how could she do this to him? Had his loyalty fallen on unappreciative shoulders? No, that couldnāt be. Satoru knew she was better than that, he picked her for a reason, after all. She was just playing hard to get.Ā
You rejected my advances and desperate pleas, and now you throw your relationship in my face. Itās punishment enough that I canāt have you, but I won't let you let me down so easily.
Feeling at a loss, swallowed whole by his hungered desperation, he did what any rational person would. He moved in next door.
āĖ. ą Ėāā¦Ė.
Satoru Gojo was your next-door neighbor. He moved in only a few months after you did. You were elated, chalking it up to a lucky roll of the dice that you had met by chance at your job; he had started working for the company that shared the office park with yours. It really seemed like things were on the come-up for you. He was kind, confidently intuitive, funny, and supportive. Mildly egotistical, but it worked for him. He always invited you over for dinner and movie nights and was a strong, dependable shoulder for you to cry on. You had just moved to the city, feeling utterly lost and absolutely gutted about being so far from your support systems now, and he was your first friend. You felt safe knowing he was just a wall away.Ā
On a random Sunday, you opened your front door to see all the food you loved sitting at your doorstepāweird, you were just about to leave for the store. You turned your head, seeing Satoru peeking out from his cracked door, grinning at you.Ā
āWas this you, Satoru? You didnāt have toā¦this is incredibly thoughtful,ā you beamed, stepping over the grocery bags to give him a tight hug. āYouāre the best, I donāt know how I could ever repay you.ā But Satoru did, he knew exactly what you could do for him.
When you needed a ride to work, he jumped in to save you. The two of you worked in the same building after all. It was a crazy coincidence that your new neighbor turned best friend worked just a few floors above you. Itās such a small world, isnāt it? But it worked out perfectly for the two of you.Ā
There was a month where you were short on rent, and there was Satoru, paying the rest on your behalf.Ā
You werenāt catching on. Sweet, naive girl. Oh, how he loved you. I need to work harder to get her attention.
Satoru was not a patient man, but for you, he would do anything and everything to get you right where he wanted you, expertly playing the long game. It began with the fated sighting of you sitting in a cafe, and snowballed into something bigger. At first, he only ever observed you, maybe the minor occasion of overstepping, but as time went on, he couldnāt sit idly by. It was time to make his move.
His disruptions in your life started inconspicuously. Leaving for a date? You found your car tires slashed and windows shattered in the parking deck. Now thereās a police investigation. Bummerā¦gotta cancel the date. Had a guy over? Satoruās apartment flooded. Weirdā¦ that was the second time this month.Ā
āYou gotta talk to the landlord about this, āToru,ā you sighed. He had to stay at yours that evening.Ā
You cried on his shoulder, telling him that some guy stood you up on a date you had been anticipating for weeks. There was an electrical fire in that manās apartment that night. Mustāve been faulty wiring...or something.
His apartment flooded again. He was back at your door. You welcomed him with open arms, of course. Heās so good to you, the least you could do is help him out, as well.Ā
Satoru, youāre slipping. Thatās too many times in one month. Ease up or sheāll catch on.
Friday night, in a wild happenstance, he bumped into you while you were out with another man, enjoying a nice dinner together. He smiled warmly at the two of you, before politely dismissing himself. His cheery smile dropped into a demented grin once he stepped out of the restaurant as he anonymously called in a bomb threat to the establishment. You were so shaken up at the entire ordeal you practically begged Satoru to stay with you that night. Heād be a fool to turn you down.
Satoru got everything he wanted. You were just a tough nut to crack, is all. No big deal. He loved a challenge. After all, how could you not love him by now?
But nothing was working. You couldnāt catch the hint, even with everything he threw at you. He was always the one there for you, even when you werenāt aware of it. What more could he do to prove that he was the only person you needed? Iām reliable, witty, and lovingā¦ how can she not see this? He finally snapped. The last straw? Hearing your pleasure-filled cries while getting fucked by another man, your āboyfriendā. The lewd sounds ricocheted around your room, shooting through the thin walls of your apartment and straight into his listening ears.
Tsk, tsk. Now youāve done it. Always been such a tease.Ā
For as cocky as he was, itās oddly fitting. In his mind, everything belonged to him, including you. And with that, his demented plan was in full effect. He had hoped to spare you, prayed that you would fall in love with him before he lost his composure completely. But your sweet, naive nature had proved to be a difficult wall to break down.Ā
āĖ. ą Ėāā¦Ė.
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The sound of your front doorās lock disengaging echoed through the empty hallway. Satoru stepped in, inhaling deeply as he shoved your house key into his back pocket. It was far easier to gain access into your home than he had originally anticipated; he was fully prepared to break in, but all he had to do was tell your landlord you went out of town and you forgot to leave a key with him before you left. The manager of your apartment complex knew how close you and Satoru were, so it was an easy lie to tell. But it couldnāt have been further from the truth. You werenāt out of town, he wasnāt house sitting, and you had no intentions of having company this evening.
Seated at your desk, he opened your laptop and navigated his way to your iMessage settings, ensuring you could only send and receive texts from your laptop. Clicking on the messaging app, he stifled the gag that threatened to escape his throat as he clicked on the thread between you and your boyfriend, his contact name āmy loveā in your phone. He rolled his eyes, before drafting a quick text:Ā
-Hey, baby. I have a half-day at work todayā¦dinner and wine at my place tonight? ;)
He grinned at the quickness of your boyfriendās response.
-I would love that. What time, my love?
Satoru scoffed at the pet name. He doesnāt deserve to call you that. Poor bastard needed to learn his place. Heat rose in his chest, jealousy emanating through his skin as he crafted his response.
-3pmā¦Canāt wait to see you.
Everything was going according to plan. Satoru glanced at the clock beside him: 11:17 AM. It was time to get set up, he had a big day planned for you, and his first guest would be arriving in a few short hours.Ā
A knock rang through the apartment as Satoru finished lighting his final candle. He smiled wide, sauntering over to the door. He swung it open, grinning politely at your boyfriend. ā...Hey, manā¦didnāt expect to see you hereā¦ā he said warily as Satoru stood to the side and gestured him in, a quizzical look painted on your partnerās face as he stepped through the doorway. The door shut and the lock was reengaged. āWhereāsā¦ā but before he could get his question out, his chin was met with Satoruās right fist.
Satoru made quick work of dragging his body upstairs. He dug through the unconscious manās pants, pulling out his cellphone. Satoru was disgusted to see that you were his lockscreen. This pitiful man wasnāt worthy enough to be with you. He rolled his eyes, unlocking the manās phone and sending you a text:Ā
-Hey, beautiful. Come straight home tonight. Iām making dinner for us. See you when you get off work.
You smiled at the familiar ding of your phone, the notification effectively distracting you from your tedious paperwork. Your heart soared at the message, sighing deeply and shifting your weight around in your office chair. Your hand rubbed at your face in an attempt to hide your blushing cheeks.Ā
āWhat is it?ā your coworker asked.Ā
āOh, nothing. I thought my boyfriend forgot our anniversary cause I hadnāt heard from him all dayā¦but he just texted me saying heās at my place and is making dinner for us tonight.ā A giddy smile couldnāt help but drag across your face.Ā
Satoru looked at the clock: 3:28 PM. You would be home in an hour or so. Just a few more things had to be done, everything had to be perfect.
āĖ. ą Ėāā¦Ė.
Your heart rate spiked as you got closer to your apartment door, keys jingling against your palm as you fumbled with the lock, excitement making your movements a bit clumsier than usual. You entered and kicked off your heels, and as you turned to toss your keys onto the small table in your foyer, you noticed a small card that said āRead Meā placed perfectly in the center of the tray. You were perplexed as your eyes scanned over the note. āGo to the living roomā was all it said.
You blushed, a nervous smile pulling at the edge of your lips as you crept to the other room. Your eyes went wide at the sight; deep red roses were placed in the center of the coffee table and every accessible surface around the couch was adorned with beautifully flickering candles. Another note was on the table, your fingers fumbled with the edge of the card as you opened it: āHave a seat, take a sip, and press play.ā You settled on the couch, noticing a glass of alluring red wine to the right of the roses. You took a few deep, fulfilling swigs of your drink before grabbing the TV remote. Your face twisted a bit, examining the glass in your hand, the flavor of wine different than the one you were used to. It was a special night after all, your thoughtful boyfriend must have wanted you to branch out this evening. Where is he, anyway? As you pressed play, you called out for him, only to be cut off by your own confusion as Satoruās face appeared on your TV screen. You watched with perplexity as Satoru recentered his chair, smiled, relaxed his face, and then smiled again.
Noā¦no, no, no. What is this? You were locked in place, the melodious sounds of Satoruās voice cascaded out of your surround sound system. He looked different though, his eyes were dull and low, his voice monotonousāhis alarming difference in demeanor sent a chill down your spine. Your groggy mind inferred that this mustāve been an accident. Maybe it was casted to the wrong TV. I shouldnāt be seeing thisā¦these are Satoruās video diaries.Ā
You so badly wanted to tear your eyes away from the screen, this seemed like such an invasion of privacy. But you were entranced, staring intently toward the TV, though you didnāt really have a choice, your body was completely numb now.Ā
āJanuary 16th, 4:06 AM
I woke up drenched in the feeling of lethargy againāanother night of only an hourās worth of sleep. Nothing feels real when you hit a certain pointā¦ā you fought to keep your eyes open, to piece together what the hell was happening, until your body eventually succumbed to sleep.
When you finally came to, you were laid out on your bed, fully nude. Soft grunts lingered in the air as you worked your hardest to refocus your eyes, your head pounding. You shifted your weight onto your forearms, your neck straining as it felt like your brain was filled with lead, eyes searching your bedroom for the culprit of the moans. One glance to the left, a quick look to the right, before you stared straight ahead at the wall directly across from the bed. Your body lurched in fear as your heart sank, the source of the sounds now looking you dead in the eyes: The man you had been seeing for the past couple of months, gagged and tied to a chair, his bloodied face twisted up in agony.Ā
You tried to call out for him. Your feeble attempts to drag your heavy body closer in order to console him were interrupted as the room was suddenly illuminated with the streaming lights of a projector. Your movements halted as you shielded your eyes immediately, the bright interruption feeling like a flashbang to your sensitive head.Ā
āWe didnāt get to finish my show and tell,ā a voice spoke up from the dark corner.Ā
āSatoru?? Whaā¦what is going on?ā you cried out, tears spilling from your eyes while your hands attempted to cover your modesty. You tried your hardest to sit upright, your head spinning, unsure if Satoru was the culprit or your savior. Your body felt like it was anchored to the floor, your head throbbing with every word that tore through your chest.Ā
āThereās no need for all that yelling, sweetheart,ā Satoru grinned, crouching down next to you. You winced as his hand cupped the side of your face, his thumb brushing away the tears that trickled down your cheeks.Ā
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Metal cuffs clamped down on your wrists before you could even register what was happening. A million unanswered questions spun through the room as you frantically searched through his blue eyes, hoping to find any sort of insight into the torment he was inflicting upon the two of you.Ā
āThis is whatās gonna happen, okay? I need you to listen to me.ā His voice was sickeningly sweet, each syllable that left his lips more damning than the last as he dragged your limp body up the bed, securing your wrists to the headboard and angling your body toward the projected video on your wall. A crazed grin lit up his dull face as he raised his hand, pointing the remote toward the projector. āYouāre gonna sit here and look all pretty fāme while you watch these tapes, and if you move, if you stop paying attention for even a secondā¦ā Your stomach churned at how gently he was able to give such vile instructions. He turned his attention towards your partner, the blade of a knife twirling through the slender fingers of his free hand, ā...Heās dead. Understand, angel?āĀ
You nodded reluctantly, unable to do anything else but comply with his demands. Your head was spinning, trying to digest the fact that this was the same person who had paid your rent and entertained your rants after a hard day of work. You listened as his voice continued to drabble over the static of the projector, recalling how bland that day had been until he saw your face. How he mustāve dreamt of you because there was no way your beauty could exist outside of his imagination. To you, it had been a normal Tuesday afternoon. To him, it had been the start of the rest of his life.Ā
The longer you watched, the more the realization set in that the sweet gestures he presented to you were not out of the goodness of his heart, but from the darkness of his spirit, driven by his wanton lust. Your face was slack, eyes wide in horror. Disappointment crawled through your chest at your own naivety. How could I be so oblivious? So trusting?Ā
Satoruās eyes bored into the side of your face as he sat beside you, his hands rubbing deep circles into your bare thighs, pure elation shooting through his veins at his sweet girl finally having a look into his mind. The look of terror that painted your beautiful face made his heart leap with joy. Satoruās giddy demeanor dropped as pained grunts emerged from the tethered man against the wall. He stood, closing the distance between the two of them, his fist encircling your boyfriendās throat. You began to protest, to plead with Satoru to leave him be, but the rage that filled his eyes made you shut your mouth. āUh uhā¦eyeās on the screen, my love.ā Your head snapped back toward the videos, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as the muffled wailing of your boyfriend filled the room.Ā
As the final video played, Satoru returned to your side, kneeling on the edge of the bed as heĀ stroked the back of your head and rubbed at your cheeks. āCanāt you see all that Iāve done for you?ā He grabbed your face, digging his fingers deep into the space under your cheekbones, forcing your lips into a pucker. āYou belong to me, my love.ā A deep growl rumbled through his chest, āYou look so fucking beautiful like this.ā He leaned down and crashed his lips into yours, his hot tongue bullying its way through your tight lips. Small whines echoed through your mouth and into his, and Satoru greedily swallowed up your sounds with ease. Whimpers of protest came from the wall across from your bed, but they were quickly drowned out by the wet sounds of smacking lips and battling tongues.
He broke away, a thick trail of spit still connecting the two of you. Satoru released your cheeks with a gentle shove, throwing his leg over yours to straddle you. He dropped his head to your neck, his white hair brushing against your skin. You winced as he licked a thick line from your collarbone to your ear. āI finally get to have you,ā he whispered, nipping at your flesh, āYou ready to give yourself to me, princess?ā Your eyes widened in horror, your gaze affixed towards your boyfriend, blood trickling from the fresh cuts on his cheeks. Your head shook side to side, tears brimming in your eyes once more as your thoughts raced through your mind, causing a traffic jam in your throat. āIā¦no, I canātā¦heāsā¦ā Satoruās palm covered your mouth, a groan erupting from the back of his throat as his eyes rolled deep into his skull. He sat back, staring down at you, his free hand running its fingertips between your breasts. āThis has nothing to do with himā¦Itās just me and you now, my love.ā Your head snapped up to stare at your captor as the rough pads of his fingers brushed over your nipples. A stifled moan teased the back of your throat, an exasperated look of fear in your eyes as you stared up at Satoru.
Your cheeks flushed as you held his gaze. He grinned back down at you before rolling the hardened bud between his fingertips. Your chest arched toward him, a shameful hum dancing from your lips as he played with you. A deep laugh erupted from the blue-eyed man at your unintentional reaction, his head thrown back with pure joy as he continued to pull at your nipples. He leaned into your neck once more, his teeth grazing the outer shell of your ear. āI knew it,ā he purred, āKnew you wanted me, too. You were just playing hard to get, isnāt that right?ā You shook your head once more, your words constricted in your chest. āN-noā¦I never wanted you,ā you retorted, head thrown to the side, attempting to distance yourself from him, but to no avail. The weight of him anchored your lower half to the mattress while your tethered wrists held you in place.
A deep chuckle rumbled through Satoru, āSo if I feel your pussy, it wonāt be absolutely soaked right now?ā A pathetic whimper escaped your throat as you shook your head furiously. The rolling motion against your nipples halted and his hand trailed lower down your abdomen. āHmmā¦letās see then, shall we?ā he taunted, tracing your skin before rubbing your folds and dipping into your core. āI knew itā¦youāre fucking drenched fāme, sweetheart.ā He shoved two fingers in, shallowly teasing your hole before withdrawing, bringing his sopping digits between your faces, turning his wrist as the dim light of the room illuminated the wetness, making it glisten ever so slightly. He examined them before meeting your fearful gaze. āWhy did you lie?ā He sucked his middle digit into his mouth, his tongue lapping hungrily at your sweet juices as his eyes fluttered shut. A hum emanated from Satoru as his other soaked finger pushed past your lips, āHere, have a taste, pretty girl,ā his long digit dancing around your tongue. āSo fucking sweet. You have no idea how badly Iāve been craving this.āĀ
āIāll ask you again, princessā¦Whyād you lie to me? I thought you were better than that,ā he teased, an insincere pout twitching at his lips as he cradled your chin. Your body thrashed as his hands pawed down your body, plunging two fingers deep inside you again. Your back arched toward him, his knee between your legs was the only thing keeping you open for him. āIā¦It wasnāt..ahh!ā I wasnāt lyingā¦Iāā. Your words fell on deaf ears as a wicked smile crept across Satoruās face.
āShhhā¦shhh my sweet girl, just lay back and enjoy,ā he smirked as he crawled down your body, laying himself flat on the bed with his head nestled between your legs. Satoruās body no longer shielded you from your boyfriend, your teary eyes darted across his face, a silent apology being sent his way. Small gasps escaped your lips as Satoru continued to pump into you, the tips of his curled fingers toying with your sweet spot. When you stared down at him, the look of pure desire peered back at you, the dampness between your legs skyrocketing at the sight. A scarlet dusting of shame brushed across your cheeks at your clear enjoyment of all this, even though it betrayed every natural instinct you had. His tongue darted out from between his lips, the tip circling your swollen clit as his fingers dipped in and out of you, his movements spurred on by his own desperation.
He was delirious, suckling against your clit while his fingers worked into you with fervor, moans and growls echoing through the room as he drank you in. You so badly wanted to break away, to console your boyfriend who had an unintentional front row seat to you falling apart on someone elseās tongue, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop him, his digits hitting spots inside you that you didnāt even know existed. Pleasure ripped through your body as a tightening sensation crept its way into your stomach. The rattling of your cuffs echoed through your bedroom as you fought against your restraints, desperately wanting to tangle your fingers in Satoruās hair.
Your hips bucked toward his mouth, your body aching for release as your pelvis thrusted against his flattened tongue. You didnāt dare look away from Satoru, for you knew there was another set of eyes affixed upon the damning scene that was unfolding. He continued to hum and suck and pump into your core as you tightened around him, his slender fingers quickly coaxing your orgasm from your writhing body. Your eyes screwed shut as your gushy walls spasmed around his fingers, your release painting Satoruās overly-eager face. He lapped at you some more, working you through your orgasm as he cleaned you up with his wickedly talented tongue.Ā
A deep growl broke through Satoruās chest as he removed his head from between your legs, the back of his hand dragging across his chin, catching the last of your release before he licked you off of him. He sat upright, craning his neck to look over his shoulder, āHope you were taking notes,ā a smug grin on his face as he addressed your watching boyfriend. He redirected his attention to you. āDid so good fāme, angel. Dreamt of that for so longā¦ā he grinned, his tongue darting out to trace along his lips, hoping there was still some of you coating his face ā...I could do that all fuckinā day.āĀ
Your shaking chest heaved as clarity settled into your mind. Satoru untethered your wrists from the headboard, shifting your body so that you were on your hands and knees, head positioned toward the wall your partner was leaning against. Strangled sounds rang from your boyfriendās chest as you finally met his gaze. Humiliation prickling under your skin at the realization of what you had just done. But you had no time to dwell on it as Satoru repositioned himself on the bed.
āHeās gonna watch me destroy you, my sweet girl,ā Satoru was kneeled behind you, lining himself up with your embarrassingly soaked entrance. He grasped your hips roughly, sinking into you in one fluid motion. You choked out a sob as you dropped your head in shame.
āYouāre so pretty when you cry. He canāt help youā¦canāt save you. Go āhead, keep cryinā for him,ā he cooed, his thrusts deep and slow inside of you. Jagged moans escaped your throat as the thick head of his cock brushed into your sweet spot. āHe canāt make you feel as good as I do.ā
He leaned down, reaching around to cradle your throat in his hand, squeezing tightly as he turned your head to the side, his sharp eyes running up and down your contorted face. āCanāt you see that you belong to me, how my poor heart aches for you? How badly Iāve needed you?ā His thrusts were agonizingly slow but incredibly deep, the pressure in your tummy betraying your desire for this to stop. āThatās it, my love. Feel you clenching down on meā¦youāre getting off on this, arenāt ya?ā His hips rocked deeper into you, the new depth had your hands clawing at the sheets of your bed as pleasure worked its way through your trembling body.
āHe doesnāt treat you the way I do. He never will. No one is better for you than me, princess,ā he seethes, his hand cupping your chin, holding your head up, āNow look in his eyes while I use you.ā His pace picked up, pulling you back on to him with his anchored hand around your neck. A broken sob cut through your constricted throat as he fucked into you, the visceral sound of flesh smacking against flesh and whines and cries spun through the otherwise stiff air of your room. He palmed at the fat of your ass, pulling your body to meet his rough thrusts. A choked cry left your lips as you maintained eye contact with your boyfriend, crimson droplets running down his face, mimicking the pattern of your tears. You mouthed a silent āIām sorryā to him before your eyes shut tightly, waves of sinful bliss pulsed through your body with every mean thrust of Satoruās hips.
āGettinā so tight around meāf-fuuuckāyouāre close, huh?ā Your face contorted in shameful pleasure as you nodded, your back arching even more to take him deeper. āThatās itā¦cāmon, my love. Need you to cum on my cock,ā Satoru begged, his voice airy as he got lost in your tight, sopping walls. āShow me how good I make you feel.ā His words ricocheted around your head as the building pressure in your stomach finally snapped, your legs shaking violently as your orgasm ripped through your body, splattering onto Satoruās thighs and the mattress below you.Ā
A few more strokes met your dripping center before Satoru bottomed out inside of you, thick ropes of his pearlescent seed painting your spasming walls. He finally released his tight grip around your throat, your head dropping immediately as indignity plagued your trembling frame. He pulled out, spreading your cheeks as he leaned down, an animalistic growl pulling from his chest as he watched his cum dribble out of your pussy.Ā
Satoru rubbed soothing circles into your lower back as you worked to regain your breath. āYouāre mine,ā he whispered. He unlatched the restraints from around your wrists, a coy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth at the purple bruises that marked your skin. He locked eyes with your boyfriend, a deranged smile dancing across his face as he reached for the discarded projector remote.Ā
Another familiar voice flooded through the speaker, but this time it wasnāt Satoruās. ā...We broke up a few weeks ago. No, no. Really, itās okay. She was kind of a bitch anyway.ā Your pupils widened as you stared back at the man you had just been feeling sorry for minutes ago, rage mixing into the vast sea of emotions you were already feeling while you watched a grainy video of him snaking his arm around another womanās waist. The two of them were laughing outside of his house before she leaned in to kiss him.Ā
āMy poor sweet girl.ā Satoruās hand brushed lightly against your cheeks, catching tears that you didnāt even realize had begun spilling out. āI didnāt want you to have to find out this way, but I didnāt have much of a choice, did I?ā
There were a million other ways he could have broken the news to you, but that somehow wasnāt the most pressing issue at hand.Ā
āAn eye for an eye, right?ā The same haunting grin that youād grown to know all too well spread across his face again, his blue eyes slicing into your ex-boyfriendās. āI canāt believe that my entire world was in the hands of someone so undeservingā¦ā he redirected his attention back to you and recaptured your cheeks in his hands. He leaned down to meet your gaze, unexpected softness replacing his usual sinister demeanor. āWhat do we do now, baby? Itās your call.ā
Your pulse was ringing through your ears. āMy call?ā your voice was reduced to a whisper as you repeated it back to him.Ā
āIām going to kill him either way, but I want you to tell me how.ā
You pondered for a moment, still coming to terms with the chain of events that lead you to this one vengeful moment.Ā
Satoru stood, sauntering over to your boyfriend, stooping down to his level while his hands hovered over his gag. āWhen I take this off, I donāt want to hear anything other than remorse come from that pathetic fuckinā mouth of yours.ā Your boyfriendās eyes shifted towards you, then back to Satoru, as he nodded pitifully. The tie was pulled from his mouth. His words were broken, barely audible. āIām -ā he choked out. āIām sorry, I -ā
Your stomach lurched as a sharp smack met his cheek, the painful sound resonating through the room. āYou can do better than that. You got one more try,ā Satoru spat, his eyes burning into your ex-loverās bloodied face as he wrapped his fist around his throat, jostling his head around in a fit of rage.Ā
āSatoru,ā you hardly recognized your tone let alone the thoughts that were racing through your head. The last few hours of your life had been a blur. The words you heard earlier made perfect sense now, āNothing feels real when you hit a certain point.ā You were officially at that point. āSatoru, donāt. Letās just end this.ā
It was the first time youād ever seen the silver-haired man look surprised. His eyebrow raised, a mix of curiosity and amusement glinting in his eye. āTell me how,ā he repeated. āI need to hear you say it.āĀ
You were in a dream. Nothing more than a figment of Satoruās imagination, just like he had said. It was the only thing that made sense to you because there was no way any of this was actually happening.Ā
āRip his heart out,ā your voice emotionless as you gazed toward the blue-eyed man. Satoru groaned deeply, his dick twitching at the sound of your pretty voice speaking his dark language. The same depraved grin pulled at the edge of his lips as he looked back at your ex.Ā
āWell,ā he smirked, ālooks like itās decided thenā¦ā Adoration swam through his ocean eyes as he looked back at you, āI knew I picked the right one.ā
āĖ. ą Ėāā¦Ė.
Click
The lock of your front door unbolted as your bodies pushed through the door frame, giggling as four glasses of wine danced through your systems. Satoru wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. āHappy anniversary, my love,ā he mumbled against your lips. His hands grasped yours as he led you toward the couch.Ā
You nestled into the warmth of his chest, his arm secured around you while you gazed around the room. Your head spun from the wine-induced nostalgia that this day had inevitably brought on. You were still in the same apartment, only it belonged to both of you now. A blend of sentimental gifts decorated your bookshelf that the two of you had collected over the last year. A camcorder, pressed red roses, framed vacation photos, and the first set of diamond earrings heād bought you stowed away in a heart-shaped jewelry box. But out of all of the memories that tied you together, there was one that stood out the most.Ā
āShould we open it?ā you whispered, drawing lazy circles into his shoulder.
You didnāt have to see his face to feel his smirk. He knew his girl and he knew her well. He stood wordlessly, retrieving a jar from the highest shelf. He presented it to you, a smug grin gracing his ethereal features, the same look that was permanently etched into your brain the night he got it for you.Ā
āBe my guest, princess.ā You unscrewed the lid, peering into the jar as the strong scent of formaldehyde tickled your nose. You smiled longingly into the container, the overwhelming feeling of love reverberating through your chest. There was something so beautifully poetic about Satoruās limerence, the lengths at which he went to steal the heart of another in order to fully possess yours.Ā
author note: im so sorry for not posting my sweets,, i had the worst case of writer's block and i was actively trying to work on six different WIPs...i was losing my mind.
this was quite the heavy fic to write...i hope i didn't scare anyone away with it lol
alsoooo!! sending out the biggest thank you to @remlionheart for forcing me to finish this...my editor, my co-writer, the love of my life ā” āļ½”Ė
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NSFW ALPHABET
[DI! Leon S Kennedy Edition]
āMinors Do Not Interact ā
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
Cuddler, massive cuddler. Honestly I see Leon as enjoying his partner being cuddled up to his chest but as long as you're touching each other he really doesn't mind. He just needs to be grounded after sex because he's not use to intimacy. (Remember y'all, aftercare in important FOR EVERYBODY INVOLVED DOM/SUB/SWITCH WHOEVER!!!)
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
Definitely proud of his arms. Man's got two pythons where his forearms are supposed to be. I'd be proud of those bitches too. It also doesn't help how often you tend to cling to them, admire them while cuddling up together or compliment how they look when he flexes.
When Leon's asked the good old "tits or ass?" question older than time itself he smirks and simply says thighs. He loves something plush to nap on when he comes home from work. He always says it'll be a quick 30 minute nap but he's always out for 3 hours when he's laying his head on your lap. They're just such a nice pillow and even nicer wrapped around his head.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Usually prefers finishing inside. If not then on your stomach. There's just something mesmerizing about watching his cum slowly drip out of you on down your belly that just makes him so horny that he can't get enough of you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Okay... So you send Leon pictures and he saves them. (He'd never share them though) But he secretly has an album in his phone labeled as WORK meticulously organization so that when you open the album it has important looking photos but if you scroll far enough it's just things you've sent him. Nudes, videos, even screenshots of steamy texts.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
Decently experienced. Enough to get him by but also good at listening to his partner. Takes criticism well in the bedroom. Just wants his partner to have a good time and show that he loves you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
On your side or anything he can see your face. He's often tired so slow easy strokes on his side and using his hands is right up his alley. But for when he's feeling more energetic he's definitely up anything he can see your reaction with. He aims to please and the man is a good shot.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Definitely 50/50. Leon can crack jokes when his life is at risk I'm sure he'd probably say something goofy to make you laugh or even something stupid like "come here often?" When you're changing positions and his creaky body pops or cracks he'll say some smart ass comment about the bed makes weird sounds again.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Definitely trimmed. Leon doesn't strike me as a massively hairy guy to begin with. But what hair he does have is well kept.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Intimacy is his favorite part of it all. Very tender and soft compared to what he is during work. Enjoys the touching the most. He's very touch starved. Cuddle him and he'll melt into a puddle. He LOVES being little spoon.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Jerks off often. Uses it as a stress relief thing but doesn't do it as often when he gets a partner. But I do think when he's away on cases and he has downtime at night he tends to call his partner and have phone sex.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Begging, biting, breeding, dirty talk, edging and roleplaying
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere at home. Leon would most likely be super hesitant about doing anything outside of the house and risking criminal record.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
His partners touch. Leon just really likes being touched. If you mostly just kiss him and move to his neck (it's sensitive, that's why he rarely wears anything that constricts his neck) you'll get him going in no time.
N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
No hitting, nothing with feet, no bathroom related stuff, no voyeurism or exhibitionism and no humiliation
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
50/50. But definitely more giving in the oral department. Uses it as a form of foreplay. Enjoys it because he loves hearing your slowly break and cry for him.
Sometimes he's just to exhausted to fuck so those are the times he'll just straight up tell you to sit on his face. He doesn't care if you're bigger, he knows you're not gonna hurt him. If you try hovering her will definitely wrap his arms around your thighs and pull you down on him. The man is skilled with his mouth and hands. So be prepared for the time of your life.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Definitely slow sensual type of guy. He likes making every moment last. But there's definitely been a flurry of passion after gets back from particularly long cases.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
If he has to go out for work and he has a little bit of time before leaving, most definitely he'd be down for a quickie.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's fine with experimenting but not often.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Good for 3 rounds unless he's super tired. Last decently long, always makes sure his partner gets off first each time.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Oh Leon definitely owns one of those vibrators that work with apps. Sometimes when he's due to come home and he knows you have it in you he'll just tease you on the way home.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Usually Leon doesn't tease but when he's in a particular frisky mood, he will make beg to cum. And he doesn't care if you want it. If you don't beg like he wants he will make you wait and keep bringing you to the edge over and over like an asshole.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Not loud in the slightest but he's definitely not scared to moan or whimper. Even curse under his breath, especially if he has you on your side and he's right in your ear.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Said I love you for the first time during sex. Was mortified with himself, he meant it but was extremely embarrassed. Apologized profusely and told you he did mean it. And thankfully you love him back, obviously.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
Ah yes, python 3. I'll be honest, I'd say he's at the higher average end in size but makes up for it in girth... Like a fucking coke can.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Leon had little to no sex drive but once you two got into a relationship he's like a teenage boy again. Can barely stop from wanting you all the time. But he's still more of the romantic intimate type and would rather just exist with you than constantly be at each other.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He clings onto life afterwards. Just wants to make sure you're taken care of but the second you relax against him he's down for the count. Like a god damn bear in hibernation.
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Filthy Logan thoughts. 18+ MDNI I'm totally not buying time to finish this long ass fic I'm working on lmaooo um warnings for nsfw themes and swearing.
Logan would go fucking CRAZY eating you out.
Can you imagine that goddamn tongue lapping you? He's like a starved man, his rough hands holding your plush thighs open as he dives right in. He sucks and flicks and teases that pretty little clit, talking you through his ministrations as you squirm below him. "Such a sloppy pussy, my fuckin' cunt, hear me, pretty girl?" he growls at you, his fingers finding their way inside you as he sucks your clit harder to hear you cry out.
Or if you have male genitalia, he'd tease the hell out of you. His hard palms kneading your balls and stroking you to full mast while his thumb rolls over your head, spreading all your beaded precum everywhere. "You want me to suck don't you? Filthy boy...you'd love it if I took you in my mouth huh? Think it would be hot?" he grins as you continue to squirm under him, begging him for more.
He adores your scent too, regardless of what you have, this feral man will tear the blankets off you and shove his face between your thighs, inhaling your delicious scent. He sits there and smells you for minutes on end, groaning against your skin. "Fuckin' delicious, baby...m'gonna fuck you good this mornin'...it's a good way to start your day. Just lay there and let me take you, be a good girl for me."
His hands massage your ass and spread you open, eyeing your ass with a chuckle. "One day I'm gonna take you here, babygirl...m'gonna make you scream while my dick claims your ass." He teases you about taking your ass, only if he had a suspicion that you'd be interested in doing it, whether it be then or later on. If you're into it, he'd continue and talk about how he would stretch you out, how he would make you scream on his cock. "Tight hole, look at you...this thing is gonna be stretched out on me. I can't wait to feel you clenching my dick, pup."
Literally just him biting you all over while he's completely destroying you from behind. You are crying out loudly as he stretches you, thrusting hard enough that you swear your pelvis is gonna shatter (he has enough self control). His teeth bite your neck and he sucks so many dark marks you can't hide them no matter what. Don't you dare try to put a turtleneck on, those claws will come out and he will turn it into a v-neck.
Cigar WHILE he fucks you?? Holy shit. It hangs from his teeth as he smacks your ass red and fucks you literally into the mattress, your screams of pleasure being muffled by the pillows. Luckily your wall neighbor doesn't seem to mind listening to you crying out Logan's name with each orgasm that racks through your body. Which is...a lot with Logan. Duh.
Haaa okay that's enough byeeee ~
#i did write this on an old blog but i deleted it lol#i said i wasn't going to write a lot for logan on here but eh#it's fun to write for him honestly#logan howlett#wolverine#logan howlett smut#wolverine smut#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#logan howlett x reader smut#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#wolverine x reader smut#emwritesšæ
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beach day headcanons please (any characters youād like)!!! we were deprived of the typical anime fanservice imo
`ā¦ Ė Ö“Ö¶ šā¹ ohhhhhh my gosh anon i was literally SO SO HAPPY to get this ask!!! decided to stick with the usual charas you guys enjoy, plus some falin!!! hope this turned out okay and thank you so much for having me write it for you!!! <333
ā DUNMESHI BEACH DAY HCS.
ź° charas: ź± laios, chilchuck, falin, & mickbell.
ź° warnings: ź± none! sfw + fluff with gn!reader.
ź° wc: ź± 1.4k
ā¦ hope this turned out okay!! it was such a cute idea and so much fun that if anyone has requests for more charas, iād be more than happy to do it!! <33
ā LAIOS:
ā¦ We know that he doesnāt do well in hot weather, so you can imagine heād be sporting only swimsuit trunks and flip flops for sure.
ā¦ Definitely enjoys being in the ocean, especially to try and cool off. You can imagine heād be really interested in knowing more about whatās in the water around him, and probably points things out to you that he finds interesting.
ā¦ Be prepared for him to burn really fast, so make sure he gets plenty of sunscreen!! Itās always cute to see him walk up to you and ask for help, in which you gladly oblige. You help get those spots he canāt reach, and he does appreciate just how thorough you are.
ā¦ Youāll probably end up splashing him, which heāll return in kind. Be careful what you start, because youāll end up drenched by the end of it!
ā¦ A picnic on the beach with him is definitely something that happens while youāre there. Laios is so excited to share a meal with you in such a beautiful setting, and finds himself giving you that goofy grin at just how happy he is. He makes sure to pull all the stops to make this enjoyable for you, even preparing your favorite snacks.
ā¦ Definitely goes home with a few shells or shark teeth, if he found any. Laios thinks theyāre too cool not to pick up and examine, running over to you and showing you what he found in the sand.
āYou wonāt believe what I found!ā Laios calls out to you, jogging over to where you sat on your towel. His hands cradled something, and as he stretched his arms out to show you, a smile grew on your lips.
In his hands was an almost perfect conch shell, something he held with pride and excitement. His smile matching yours, he said your name softly. āDo you think if you put it up to your ear, youād hear the ocean like those stories?ā
You shrugged your shoulders, not able to hold back the giggle at his glee. āOnly one way to find out, right? Just make sure thereās nothing still living in it.ā
Laios still keeps that shell in a safe place, wanting to remember the day you spent together.
ā CHILCHUCK:
ā¦ This man is definitely showing up in a Hawaiian dad shirt and cargo shorts. The first few buttons are undone, and he has a pair of sandals on that he insists he only saves for days like this.
ā¦ Chilchuck plans on staying at the spot you claimed with towels and an umbrella, a drink in hand. Heās definitely enjoying the sight of you in a swimsuit and the breeze ruffling your hair, but heād never admit that.
ā¦ You try to pull him towards the water, but you only manage to get his feet wet. Chil tells you this is as far as heāll go, but that disappointed pout on your face makes his heart race a bit. Ok, fineā¦ Maybe heāll go up to his knees for youā¦
ā¦ Probably spends most of his time drinking and relaxing, a hand behind his head and alcohol in the other. Very dad-like of him, you muse, which causes his face to heat up and grumbles to leave him.
ā¦ Ends up falling asleep, the sound of the waves and the secluded shade from the sun causing his eyes to flutter shut. You canāt help but laugh a little, returning from your time in the water to study his sleeping form. He looks so peaceful like this, and you donāt have the heart to wake him upā¦
ā¦ If you do somehow manage to get him fully in the water, be prepared for him to get targeted by the tide. Maybe you even suggest getting him a float, which he gives you that blank stare in reply.
āThere, thatās not so bad, is it?ā You say as he finds himself in the middle of a tube float, eyes narrowed towards you.
āThis makes me feel like a kid.ā Chilchuck complains, yet you see him grip onto it tighter as an incoming wave makes an appearance.
You pull it over to you, the inflatable bumping into your stomach as you give him that teasing grin. āGuess youāre stuck with me while weāre out here, huh?ā
The half-foot groans, debating on whether or not heād make it if he tried to swim back to shore right now.
ā FALIN:
ā¦ Wears a light t-shirt and shorts, opting to be comfy! She also has a hat she wears to help keep the sun out of her eyes. If she did plan on swimming, I like to imagine sheād have a swim shirt and a one piece swimsuit!
ā¦ Like her brother, she was excited to see all the shells and creatures at the beach, bringing you things she found fascinating. You might even find her entranced with a sand dollar and stating how pretty it is.
ā¦ Walks into the water hand in hand with you, but also really enjoys walking along the sand near the shore. As the sun sets, she intertwines her fingers with yours, leading you along and watching the pinks and blues in the sky reflect on the waves.
ā¦ Also definitely goes on a picnic with you, the beach making her cheeks even more rosy than usual. You canāt help but tell her how cute she looks in her outfit, her hair loosely blowing in the breeze. Falin would give you a sweet smile, the same one you fell in love with.
ā¦ Donāt be surprised if she leads you back to the water after you make sure sheās not getting burnt, insisting that she wants to enjoy how cool the waves feel. Youāre more than happy to walk out a little deeper with her, noticing how she still keeps your hand in her own.
āItās so nice out hereā¦ā You heard her mutter, a content smile dimpling her cheeks. The sunset left a sweet gradient in her hair, something that made you unable to look away.
āIt really is. Too bad itās getting dark,ā you reply, a little disappointed that the day is already over. Falin squeezed your hand, pulling you away from your thoughts.
āMaybe we should stay and watch the stars come out.ā Her voice was so gentle, causing you to give her a grin of your own.
āLetās stay a little longer.ā
ā MICKBELL:
ā¦ Like the official art we have of him swimming with Kuro, heās definitely sporting a pair of swim trunks and flip flops, with his hair in his signature ponytail.
ā¦ He and Kuro are so excited to swim, and drag you along to the water as soon as you get there. Of course, Mick is either clinging to you or to Kuro when in the waves, not seeking to really swim on his own.
ā¦ You definitely enjoy watching them swim and play around more than youād like to admit, especially with Mick hiding his face and complaining when Kuro decides to shake all the water out of his coat.
ā¦ Mick really likes finding shells he thinks look neat, and showing them off to you and Kuro proudly. Maybe you even find yourself building a sand castle, with him and his buddy watching closely and moving to help you. Heās in charge of decorating it, while youāre in charge of building it! Kuro helps dig up some of the sand to use.
ā¦ The three of you end up getting a sweet treat, cooling off in the shade and enjoying the time spent together. Knowing Mickbell, heās going to lay his head in your lap as he rests after so much activity, looking up at you with that cheeky grin he usually has.
āI could get used to this!ā Mickbell sighs, nuzzling into your lap as he makes himself comfortable. Kuro is watching the waves, sitting beside you as the sun begins to fade from the horizon.
āI wouldāve thought youād be ready to go home a lot sooner.ā You teased him, brushing his messy bangs out of his face. Scoffing, he made sure you saw as he rolled his eyes.
āIf I didnāt have you and Kuro, maybeā¦ But this is something weāll have to do again. Right, Kuro?ā The Kobold nodded, causing a warm grin to spread on your face. He was certainly right about that.
#ā” lilia writes! šæ#HOPING THIS IS OK ANON HHHHH#iām hitting a creative roadblock with school#which is causing me to stress a bit#but i wanted to get this out for you guys!!! <333#first time writing for falin so i hope itās okā¦#sorry if anyoneās ooc!! WAHHH#laios x reader#laios touden x reader#falin x reader#falin touden x reader#chilchuck tims x reader#chilchuck x reader#mickbell tomas x reader#mickbell x reader#delicious in dungeon x reader#dunmeshi x reader#dungeon meshi x reader
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Can u do Minho x reader where reader is just gawking at minhos arms and he catches her š¤ it can be a gender neutral reader with spice āš½
Alright, alright, I know, I have been very MIA, very sorry, life is a lot atm.
But this request is an easy one, so I'm tryna get through the easy ones. (Totally not cause I'm procrastinating a massive request and have fallen back into my OBX phase or anything shhh)
BEST FEATURE
MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST
SUMMARY: See above. GN! Reader x Minho. Takes place before the arrival of Thomas.
WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, you're a simp, sorry, spice.
You like to pretend that you're a level headed and controlled person. That things such as desire or general human nature don't faze you and you're focused on work and helping around the Glade.
And, for the most part - that is completely believable.
Mainly because Minho is always out in the Maze. Thank God.
Because every time you guys are in the same room, you can't take your eyes off of him. His shoulders, his back, his weirdly perfect hair, that stupid blue shirt that just clings to him in the best way- and his arms.
(Something you and a specific future Greenie and ex-WCKD member would have in common.)
His arms.
His fucking arms, man.
You just can't help yourself. He walks back into the Glade every day, sweaty and dishevelled, his blue shirt sleeves rolled up as he casually glances at you as he walks past. Sometimes, you swear he walks past you on purpose .
Newt suspects you purposely hang around the Map Room so he has to.
It's been months, and you just can't seem to force yourself to get over it. You've tried, but Minho is the hottest guy in the Glade.
You're fucked, basically.
That is no different when it comes to Bonfire night. A new Greenie pops up, every gets hammered, Gally gets in a fight, Alby looks like he's gonna have a stroke.
But it's all in good fun.
Minho doesn't normally join in the festivities. He's a very stressed individual. Sometimes, you think about attempting to convince him to join in so he can let off some steam, but you don't.
I mean, most of your thoughts are about him letting off some steam. If you get what I mean.
But, this specific night, somehow, Newt, the absolute Lord and saviour he is, has managed to convince Minho to play a game of beer pong.
Well, not beer pong, but "Gally's suspicious special brew pong" is a bit of a mouthful.
You sit at the sides with a couple of boys, watching Minho laugh along as he throws a ball (a screwed up piece of tinfoil) into a cup across the table. Cheers break out in his success, but you just stare.
Minho's arms flex under his shirt, the curve of his upper arm visible through his shirt, his forearm tenses as he goes to throw the ball agsin you swear you can see the blood pumping veins from here.
"You're drooling, mate." You're snapped back to reality as you look at Newt, who passes you a drink.
"Huh?" You catch on. "What? No - I'm not." You attempt to lie, but the heat rising through your face is a bit of a hint.
"Yeah - you are. As always."
"What? What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know what it means." You look away in respond, groaning as you rub your face with your hands.
"Shut up."
Newt snorts at this, rubbing your back with a mocking "There, there."
You want to punch him.
"Yo, (Y/N)!" You look up, heat rising in your face as Minho shouts you. "Ben just bailed on us, you wanna take his place?"
You open your mouth to speak, but your words catch in your throat, causing Newt to cringe in second hand embarrassment.
"Jesus Christ," he mumbles. "Yeah! They'd love to join." He nudges you. "Right?"
You clearly your throat. "Uh, yeah? Yeah."
Minho chuckles at this. "Come on, then."
You look at Newt again, as he nods his head to go join. Awkwardly, you stand up, walking over to join Minho's team.
"You know how to play?" He asks you.
"Uh, yeah- yeah, I know how to play." You attempt to sound confident.
"Cool - I should shuckin' hope so, you've been watching like a hawk." Oh God, he noticed. He noticed you staring. Hopefully, you can play it off as just being interested in the game.
"Y-yeah. Looked like you guys were having fun."
Please don't notice. Please don't notice. Please don't notice.
Please.
Minho's eyes flicker down you, almost like he's examining you, but also like he's drinking in your appearance, a slight smirk playing on his lips before he looks you in the eyes again. "Uh, huh."
Oh, God.
You immediately look away as another Glader passes you the ball for your turn. You miss, instantly as your body feels flushed, and then the game continues.
This goes on for quite some time.
You would think that any normal person would look away, now. I mean, Minho has noticed and Newt is undoubtedly going to bully you for it later. But, you are not that person, and you just can't help yourself.
Up close and personal, Minho looks like a God carved him out of stone. And when it's his turn, your eyes fall on his arms.
Because of course they do.
The way he rolls his sleeves up further, his muscles tensing, his veins flexing as you follow them down his forearms and down the back of his strong hands. You're seeing stars and your brain feels fuzzy.
"You good?" Minho's voice snaps you back to reality once again. Your eyes flicker to his face, his eyes narrowing as a smirk creeps across his face.
"Yep."
"You were staring."
"No, I wasn't." You say a bit too quickly, making his smirk turn into a grin.
"You sure about that? Positive you were just, checking me out?"
You blink at him, your face rising in heat.
"Yo," Clint snorts, having been also playing the game. "You were perving on Minho?" He drapes an arm over your shoulder, clearly drunk, but the implication making you more flustered.
"What? N-no. No. I wasn't."
"Mhm - I'm sure he doesn't mind." Clint snorts.
"Yeah, I don't mind." Minho agrees, grinning.
"I wasn't!" You attempt to defend yourself. "Ugh, shuck this." You grow irritated, shoving Clint's arm off. "I've had enough of this game."
You say, starting to walk away.
"What?" Minho's smile drops as he shouts after you. "We were just messing around! (Y/N)!" He huffs, dropping his head, watching you walk away. "Shuck's sake." He mumbles under his breath.
Newt, who has been watching the whole thing, stands from his seat and walks over. "Go on."
"What?" Minho asks.
"Go after them. I'll take your spot."
"Dude- why would I-?"
"Shut up, shank - you know you're just as bad."
Minho freezes at this, blinking at Newt.
Well, he's not wrong.
Minho has been listing after you for about just as long as you have him. And Newt has more social awareness skills than the both of you combined.
Minho huffs, but he turns on his heels, following after you, jogging to catch up as you make your way to the Deadheads.
"Yo! Hey! Wait up!" He says, slowing to a walk.
"Why? So, you can bully me again because you thought I was checking you out?" You snarl, mainly out of pure embarrassment.
"...But you were checking me out."
"No-"
"Yes."
"Fine! Whatever!" You throw your hands up in frustration. "I was checking you out! Big shuckin' deal! I can't help it, okay?"
Minho blinks, not expecting the sudden out burst. "Okay."
"Okay? Cool, okay? It's not my fault that you're hot, okay? A-and it's not fair that you look that good! All the time! Like, how is that fair? And how the fuck is your hair always flawless? You run for miles everyday - and somehow, you look like you've escaped Vogue! And your arms... how am I meant to even pretend to cope, you prick?"
Minho blankly stands there. "You done?"
You blink at him. "Yeah, I think so."
Minho slowly nods, stepping towards you as you both stand near the edge of the Deadheads, the drama of the Bonfire a now distant memory as he stands in front of you. He's so close and tall and generally intimidating in a way you shouldn't find attractive.
"So, you like my arms, then?" Minho acts, clearly enjoying the not needed ego boost. All you can do is blankly look at him.
What the hell is happening here?
"Do you?" You nod in response, slowly and unsure. "Okay, you can touch them, if you want?"
Your brain has melted and burnt. "...What?"
Minho huffs, simply grabbing your hand and putting it on his arm. You eyelids flutter, swapping between his face and his arm. "Don't be scared." He murmers.
Slowly, you drag your fingers down the fabric of his sun faded blue button up over his bicep, feeling the muscle and the curves of his left arm, tracing delicate shapes over the material. You move further down, passing the threshold where the fabric stops and the bare skin of his forearm starts.
To your surprise, Minho's breath hitches slightly at the contact. This is the first time you've ever touched him, and even he didn't expect the feeling to send chills down his spine and goosebumps dance on his skin. Your palm contacts with his forearm, rubbing down to his hand, feeling the visible veins as he creeps closer to you.
Your eyes go from his arm to his face, flickering to his lips as he stands directly in front of you. He becomes bold, raising his arm, your hand still loosely around his wrist as he touches your cheek. Slowly, he closes the gap.
Your chest feels like it's about to explode as his lips comnect with yours. He breaks the kiss, trying to figure out your reaction, but when you kiss him again, he takes the hint.
He's slightly taken aback from the passion and the heat, humming against your lips unintentionally as he kisses back. You're letting out the months of tension you've been feeling, your hands coming around his shoulders, feeling the muscles and caressing the tops of his arms as he backs you into a tree.
You gasp, your back hitting the back as he pushes his body against, his hands grasping at your sides. It seems that the kiss gave him all the answers he needed. His hands move down before slipping under your shirt and brushing at your bare skin - almost like he's becoming desperate for direct contact.
Pushing yourself forward, you can already feel Minho through his trousers, the kiss already getting him worked up.
For a second, you genuinely consider just letting him take you then and there when Newt clears his throat.
You both snap in the direction of the blond boy. Minho's chest rises and falls as you look away, using Minho's shoulder to hide yourself from your friend.
"As much as I hate to interrupt - but let's be real, this has been a long time coming, the others want you back at the game because apparently I have klunky aim." Newt shoves his hands in his pockets, casually rocking on his heels.
"Are you serious, right now?" Minho asks as you pant into his shoulder, clearly able to maintain his composure better than you.
"Yeah." Newt responds. "And I don't think Alby will be happy if he finds his favourite Runner fooling around in public."
Minho looks at him, before dropping his head. "Alright, give me a second."
"What? Need a moment to calm down?" Newt teases.
"Shut your shank mouth."
Even you can't help but chuckle at this as Minho starts to grin before sighing and stepping back. "I'll uh, I'll catch you later, maybe?"
A half-smile creeps across your face and you nod, your heart banging against your ribcage. "Yeah - yeah, sounds good."
"Good that." He slowly steps back, smiling at you as he walks over to Newt.
"You good?" Newt snickers at his friend. "Sure you can walk straight so lightheaded? I mean, lack of blood to the brain is a bad thing. Especially when-"
"Shut the shuck up, Newt."
Ahhhh I'm back. Kinda.
Don't bet on it.
But anyway, I've actually written something for the first time in weeks.
Hope y'all enjoy :))
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