#'well if that's how he wants to play it then i'll just out-play HIM'

[divinedomainn]

Stream and Scream | reader x multiple men

play previous song? || ◁ PART 2 ▷ || play next song?

summary : Your inbox has turned into a horny battlefield—six familiar usernames, six neck-down thirst traps, all hard and very, very eager.

No faces. Just bodies. Dicks. Bold lighting choices. Questionable bedsheets.

You sit cross-legged in your underwear like you’re judging Olympic figure skating, except everyone’s naked and begging to be picked.

Time to start scoring.

contains : camgirl!reader x a whole ass roster, rotating cast, university AU, smut, porn with kinda a crack plot, casual sex, anonymous sex, exhibitionism, recording, oral sex, piv sex, rough kinky sex, everyone wants to fuck reader, horny simp men, sukuna being sukuna, reader being willfully ignorant for her own sanity.

A/N : time to make your first choice for the first week by voting in the poll at the end, i'll be doing this all in descending order based on who was the most voted to the least - so vote well >:) goodluck reader ! (i wonder who the mystery man could POSSIBLY be)

You sat back for a few hours, letting it really settle in for yourself and your viewers. You had hundreds of messages and you hadn’t even finished scrolling through the first wave of submissions when the familiar usernames started sliding into your inbox—like wolves answering the call. And it was obvious, immediately, which messages you were actually going to open.

These weren’t just horny randos with messy lighting and desperate angles.

These were your regulars.

The six you already knew by username. The six who tipped with the intensity of men bidding for real estate inside your body. And now they were showing themselves to you. You hoped to whatever deity was listening that these guys were hot with huge cocks. What? It was fun to be a little superficial sometimes. First up:

EmoWithaBoner.

His message was soft-spoken, despite the picture attached being the exact opposite of that, just like always. No emojis. No bravado.

“Didn’t know how to pose,” it read. “But I thought about how you’d look on top of me, and it kind of just happened.”

It was soft, unfiltered, and a little shaky. The photo was reflected from his mirror and showed him stretched out across gray sheets, pale skin dusted with faint freckles. He looked like he went to the gym often with how built he was. Narrow hips. His cock sat flushed against his stomach, long and lean—at least seven inches, maybe more—and wait.. was that? You looked closer towards the image, inspecting it like you were trying to solve a case. Yep. It was pierced at the frenulum with a delicate curved barbell. A glint of silver. Great heavens. Saved.

TempleOfSin.

His body was art. Broad chest, warm tan skin like satin, sculpted muscle that looked carved. His torso was tapered, lean and strong, with a small trail of black hair leading down to a thick, curved cock—seven inches minimum, hand loosely resting at the base like he was showing it off without trying too hard. He was neatly trimmed. It looked like there was a bunch of robes beside him haphazardly taken off for the photo. “Consider this a formal offering,” the message read. “You could worship every inch of me truly, my loyal little follower.” Odd as always, but hot. Saved. You could hear your prayers being answered, two down and so far all was good - in fact, perfect. You were surprised these were the guys paying you, and for a second or two you felt like you should be paying them for the photos.

SixEyesOnly’s submission hit next—and of course, it came with a $500 tip before you even clicked on the message. The sight that hit your eyes made you choke a little on your own spit. 

Of course he sent multiple angles—three, actually. You picked your favorite: a half-reclined shot on luxurious navy bedding, torso lit with just the right amount of golden light. He was toned, lean muscle over abnormally long limbs, subtle abs. A soft trail of white hair led down to a perfectly girthy cock, mid-stroke—maybe just under eight inches, thick enough to stretch you open. His other hand was holding a handwritten sign: “Good enough for you?” “Oh, SixEyesOnly, absolutely.” You spoke to yourself whilst your eyes remained glued to your laptop screen. Saved. Then—unsurprisingly unhinged—daddyissuez.

“i jerked off right before i took this and got hard again just thinking about fucking you.”

And the photo… Jesus. The photo was taken in low lighting, like a scene from a noir porno. He was sitting wide-legged on a leather couch that looked like it needed replacing, legs thick and powerful, thighs dusted with black hair. His chest was solid, scars faintly visible across his abs and ribs. You closed your eyes for a second and tilted your head up to your ceiling in a silent ‘thank you’ before looking back down at the image. His cock was huge, just like the rest of him. Probably just shy of nine inches, you couldn’t keep your eyes off it. Balls heavy. Tip already glossy with precum. One hand gripped the base. The other rested lazily on his thigh like he was used to being admired. With a cock like that you couldn’t blame him. Saved. OfficeAfterHours was, predictably, meticulous. His message read like an email you’d get from someone managing your retirement plan, if that person also wanted to bend you over a desk.

“Apologies for the delay. Here’s my formal submission. Discretion guaranteed. Let me know if you'd like a second angle.”

Shot in high-resolution against crisp black sheets, his body was a symphony of intention. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, abs that looked like they’d been sculpted from marble. Not huge, but built like someone who took care of himself for discipline, not vanity. A thin trail of blonde hair led down to a cock that was gorgeous—perfect shape, thick but not excessive, probably seven inches on the dot, with veins that begged for attention. Trimmed. Clean. You could almost imagine his voice saying something like, “Breathe through it, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.” A weird sound came out of your mouth in excitement from your own fantasy. Saved.

You were already overstimulated and halfway folded into your sheets when the final message hit.

KingOfRot.

You hovered over it for a second like it might bite. Which was ironic, considering he probably would. He was always the most feral in chat—filthy, relentless, tipping like his wallet had a death wish.

You clicked.

Instant regret. Instant need.

The photo looked like it had been taken during a crime.

Bathroom mirror. Harsh yellow light. Shirt pushed up to his collarbones, muscles tensed like he’d been fucking someone just before he snapped the photo. Chest broad. Arms thick. Veins roped down to his forearms. Stomach lined with clean muscle. Ink everywhere—heavy black bands around his biceps, tattoos sharp and ceremonial-looking across his chest and stomach like a ritual.

And then his cock.

You actually flinched at the offensive monster staring right back at you through the screen. Long. Thick. Too thick. Heavy. Veins running down the shaft like it had a pulse, flushed red like it had been hard for too long. The kind of cock you’d have to apologize to your body after taking. You didn’t even want to hazard a guess at the size.

He wasn’t even touching it. It was just there holding its own weight up like a pole rather than a piece of actual flesh. 

But what got you, what really made your stomach drop, was the tattoos.

They were familiar.

You’d seen them before.

There was a guy on campus—tall, smug, terrifyingly hot in the way that sent your libido into a frenzy—who had tattoos just like that. You’d seen him walking out of the athletics building once, sweatpants slung low and his shirt mysteriously missing, laughing like he knew every secret in the world. He had loudly shouted “What!?” at you when you had stared for a little longer than needed. Embarrassingly seared into your memory for that exact reason.

You squinted.

“Nope,” you muttered. “No. Not connecting the dots. That��s above my pay grade.” Surely it couldn’t be the same guy, right? The tattoos were probably, like, one of those trends that everyone was getting. That's what you were telling yourself at least.

You were about to save the photo when you finally looked at the caption.

“Pick me. I’ll fuck you so hard your ancestors will feel it. You’ll be a fucking shrine by the time I’m done.” Was that a death threat? Probably. Should you block him? Probably. “Ancestors. Okaaaaay.” You nodded your head slowly as if he was across from you saying it with a gun pointing at you. 

And then you saved it. Of course you did. Then flopped onto your back, one arm flung over your face, trying to mentally prepare for the chaos you had just invited into your life. All at the right price of course. “Thank you to whoever is listening for blessing me with viewers that are hotter than the guys I have wilfully hooked up with for free.” You spoke to your ceiling, a common theme nowadays. Seven men. Seven bodies. Seven chances to let your subscribers watch you get absolutely wrecked on camera.

Your legs were trembling from what you decided was mostly horniness.. and a little bit of fear for your own pussy by the time you shut your laptop fully. Friday couldn't come soon enough.

Now, the real question was - who would you choose first?

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[cherrygirlfriend]

bsf!rafe teaching ditzy!reader to golf

warnings: smut, golf (it's a warning), MDNI

i have not played golf since i was 14 and i sucked at it so don't blame me if i don't know how it works i only care about golf when it's abt golf daddy ... originally posted 10/15/2024

you'd never really been interested in any kind of sports; sure, when you were in high school you did cheer, but since then, most of the physical activity you did was running or pilates, and something you definitely had no interest in was golf, and that was something not even a cute golfing outfit had managed to change.

"i dunno 'bout this, rafey..." you said, playing with the hem of your pink golf skirt. "i'd just much rather watch you play."

"come on, sweets, you already agreed to it."

"rafe, why did you even bring her along?" topper sighed exasperatedly, and that earned a piercing look from rafe, as well as a pouty look from you, causing him to throw up his hands, going to position himself.

"come on, what happened to 'trying new things'? i mean, i agreed to do some girly shit you wanna do if you do this for me."

"but rafeee," you whined, pointed out your freshly done nails, "these nails aren't meant to go near balls, why do you think i don't give you handjobs?"

"jesus christ," rafe snorted, unable to resist laughing, although he knew by the look on your face that you were fully serious, before straightening his face. in all fairness, your nails were pretty long, "if something happens to your nails, i'll pay to have 'em done again. now get your pretty ass here. you're not getting out of this." he said, holding out his hand.

you hopped off the golf cart with a huff, your glossy lower lip pushed forward in a pout that made rafe want to kiss it off your face. reluctantly, you took his hand, and he pulled you closer to his body in a way that made your heart race.

"alright, take this." he said, picking up one of his clubs and handing it to you. rafe showed you how to hold it, standing right behind you, his front right up against your back, gently holding onto your hips.

"you know, if you wanted to feel me up, you could've just asked."

"i don't need an excuse to feel you up." rafe grinned, pressing a kiss on your bare shoulder, before fixing your hold on the club with his own hands. "alright, feet further apart." he mumbled, as he pushed your feet further apart before stepping back. looking over you with slightly narrowed eyes, his thumb slightly pulling at his lower lip in concentration.

"bend your knees." rafe said, and the commanding tone of his voice caused a shiver to go down your spine as you did what he told, all the while biting your bottom lip. "good girl..." he murmured, fully focusing on getting your form correctly, unaware of the effect he was having on you. "wait, hold on." he said, once again moving to stand behind you, both of his hands on your hips as he pulled them back slightly, your heart now fully pounding against your chest.

"perfect." he stood back again, "alright, when you swing, remember to twist your body as you do. you ready?"

you nodded, your face flushed as you swung, making sure to twist your body as you did so, and when the ball launched away, you turned to rafe with a cheerful expression, throwing your hands in the air. "i did it!"

"you did." he chuckled; to be honest, he had no idea where the hell the ball even landed; all he had been focused on was you.

"can you position me again?" you said, twirling your hair as you bit down on your lip.

after around an hour of golfing, you, rafe and his friends made your way to the country club, the boys talking about getting drinks, but the moment you got inside, you made an excuse to rafe's friends about how you needed his help with something, only to tug him into the women's bathroom, pushing him against the door, your lips on his in a second as if you'd drown if you didn't devour every part of him at that moment.

when he finally pulled away, leaving you feel even hungrier for him, rafe looked down at you in a slight daze, "what's this?" he grinned, his hands finding their way onto your hips, only for you to grab one of his hands, bringing it to the waistband of your skirt, rafe's eyes widening when he realized what you were after.

you looked into his eyes, your hand over his as you guided it down your skirt and down your panties, letting out a sigh when you felt his fingers on your folds, the small chuckle he let out making you bite down on your lip, "shit, you're soaked, huh?"

nodding, you looked up at him, your pupils blown wide as you waited for him to tell you what to do, the blonde chewing on his lower lip as he thought before clearing his throat. "'right, take your panties off and sit on the counter." he said, locking the door.

you slid your panties off, hopping to sit on the marble counter with your still on. "attagirl." rafe said, coming over to you. he took hold of your chin, making you look up at him, before kissing you so fleetingly it almost made your lips burn, "gonna be quiet f'me?"

"mmhm..." you hummed in what was almost a whine, only making him tsk.

"i don't believe you." he said, pressing a quick peck on your lips, "open your mouth." rafe commanded, and you did as he said, only to have your own panties stuffed in your mouth, tasting your own arousal on the fabric. "now you will."

he got on his knees, wrapping his arms around the backs of your thighs as he tugged you closer to him, your skirt allowing you to slide to the edge of the counter while you held onto a to a paper towel dispenser, rafe pulling up your skirt with a hungry look in his eyes.

"look so fucking good, baby..." he mumbled, starting to press kisses up your thigh, getting painfully close to your folds, making you to let out a whine from behind your panties, only for rafe to smack your inner thigh, "quiet. 'm trying to enjoy my meal here."

you threw your head back against the mirror when you finally felt rafe lick a stripe up your cunt, biting down on the lace of your panties, your hand gripping onto the paper towel dispenser even harder when you felt his tongue lapping at your entrance, his grip on your thighs tightening when you felt the hilt of his tongue against your walls, before pulling back.

"so good..." he muttered against your pussy, causing vibrations to go down through your body, rafe pulling one of his arms away from your thigh, letting it rest against the marble, while the other brought your other thigh to rest on his shoulder. he gathered some of your wetness into his fingers, the tips of his fingers teasing your entrance while his lips pressed kisses on your puffy clit, your whole body feeling like it was on fire.

when rafe finally pushed his fingers into you, your back arched all over again, finally feeling some proper release. his ring was cold against your pussy as he pumped his digits in and out of you, slowly building up his pace.

he started occasionally flicking your clit with his tongue, and every time rafe did so, he could see your eyes roll back into your head.

the pace of his fingers were relentless as you started clenching around them slightly, and he couldn't help but grin, knowing you were close, and that's when rafe attached his lips to your clit, starting to suck on it while his fingers thrust in and out of you, and you couldn't help the whines and moans you were letting out, luckily muffled by the lacy fabric.

"that's it..." rafe mumbled against your pussy, making your entire body vibrate, "come on my fingers, pretty girl..."

you couldn't help it, the band in your abdomen that had been building up since you stood on that golf course finally snapping when rafe attached his lips back to your puffy clit, your walls starting to spasm around his fingers in a way that made him groan as you felt yourself making a mess of what little counter was under you.

rafe started slowing down his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm, pressing a small kiss on your clit before he pulled his lips away, looking up at you, and when you looked at him with half-lidded eyes, his lips were so gloriously puffy and covered in you.

finally, he pulled out his fingers and stood up straight, taking your panties out of your mouth and dropping them to your lap while your head felt so gloriously fuzzy and empty. rafe pressed his lips on yours, and you could taste your arousal on him as his tongue entered your mouth.

when rafe pulled away, he let out a chuckle, "mmm, look so pretty 'n dumb right now." he brought his fingers to your lips, "open up and clean up for me, pretty girl."

[cherryw0n]

NOCTURNA — enhypen

chase atlantic inspired series

each of the seven parts is based on a chase atlantic song that provides the feeling throughout the whole story, taking you on an emotional journey and showing the real raw side of each character's struggles.

CAREFUL, this series contains some sensitive and serious topics. Read at your own risk!

CONTAINS: profanity, drug abuse, drug addiction, mental health problems, family problems, toxic relationships, organized crime, infidelity, smoking, violence, alcohol consumption, explicit sex description

MDNI!

Lee Heeseung — The Walls

pairing: dabbler!heeseung x addict!reader (afab)

synopsis: the world of intoxication and ecstasy was something you never thought could be so enchanting, so tempting. until you went spiraling into it, unable to suppress the inner cravings and strong thirst for something so forbidden but so euphoric.

"Everybody's leaning on the walls,

I don't think they're ready for the fall

Had a little, now she wanting more

Told her that I gotta make some calls"

read here

Park Jay — Moonlight

pairing: downbad!jay x grumpy!reader (afab)

synopsis: having a pain in the ass at your heels all the time was not on your bucket-list for this semester. but still he was chasing you, not giving up even if you said it to his face, every time.

"Busy on the weekend

Caught up in your own small world

Well, I might wanna see it then

Call it hesitation, girl"

read here

Sim Jake — DEVILISH

pairing: toxic!jake x toxic!reader (afab)

synopsis: the relationships was falling apart, no thing could salvage the damage it faced, not when you keep drifting from him every chance you get and he is always up for the payback.

"Devilish, fucking with my guys, yuh

I make sacrifices you make lies up

Heaven lost an angel when I signed up

I might fuck your friend, I made my mind up"

read here

Park Sunghoon — OHMAMI

pairing: druglordsson!sunghoon x frutera!reader (afab)

synopsis: fast and luxurious lifestyle wasn't anything spectacular to sunghoon, and it can't be when he grew up bathing in it's glory. who knew that just by stopping at the random frutería in puerto vallarta would be the moment he spotted his next target, you.

"Ooh, Mami, I got blue molly

I throw Louis V, Supreme on top of Murakami

Bitch, I'm fuckin' styling, yeah

I might say I love her, but I'm lying, yeah-ah-ah"

read here

Kim Sunoo — Tidal Wave

pairing: boyfriendsfriend!sunoo x friendsgirlfriend!reader (afab)

synopsis: he shouldn't be doing this. you shouldn't be doing this. you both can't be doing this, but the tension and connection was something you didn't feel with anyone before, not even with your own boyfriend — but his friend was there to make up for it.

"Throw another stone at a glass house

He might kick my ass if he finds out

I don't wanna share, it's a damn shame

I'll still play it fair, won't drop no names"

read here

Yang Jungwon — Right Here

pairing: desperate!jungwon x done!reader (afab)

synopsis: you were done. done with this empty game of leading on. he was like that, everyone told you that but you didn't listen, only ended up being hurt and feeling like the only right thing you could do was finally walk away, and you did just that. but he was not done yet.

"It's happening again

Well, I don't give a fuck about your friends,

I'm right here"

read here

Nishimura Riki — Numb To The Feeling

pairing: addict!riki x goodgirl!reader (afab)

synopsis: who knew that the accidental encounter in a campus library would be such a turning point in your life. was is destiny? or something else?

"I need you to show me love

'Cause I'm getting numb to the feeling, yeah

I need you to ride me harder when we fuck

'Cause I'm getting numb to the feeling, whoa"

read here

COMING SOON...

! this is all work of fiction. in no way this is a representation of enhypen members nor do I believe this is how they behave in real life or condone these actions!

©cherryw0n

[geeeemmmmmmm]

"Maybe I do know"

Summary:When a little white cat rushes into your apartment, you didn't know what it could bring you

Warnings:Alpine gets her own warning for being a trickster, fluff

A/N:I'm planning to add a couple more parts to this because I love how in so many Bucky fics Alpine plays a big part in them so I thought I should join the trend. Just pretend beefy Bucky has his memories back and is friends with Steve and Sam. As always sorry for any mistakes and enjoy!

WC:1.3K

It was a typical Sunday for you - you left your front door open, only for a moment as you grabbed your laundry basket. Evidently you forgot to do your laundry last week so it was very safe to say it was a struggle carrying the basket from your room. The moment you were about to reach your door, a white flash appeared in your peripheral vision. Confused by the sight you put the basket down and tried to investigate and soon enough as you went to your couch - you saw a big pair of bright blue eyes peering at you from underneath your couch. "puss, puss come here little kitty" your attempt to coax this little white fur ball out from under your couch was not working but luckily you were met with a mysterious voice coming down the hall "Alpine! Where are you? C'mon girl come here!" After hearing the voice you thought maybe the voice you heard was looking for the cat that sprinted like lightning into your apartment. "Uhm are you by any chance looking for a cat, white fur, blue eyes?" you asked stepping out into the hall to see this mystery person, completely taken aback by the sight of a handsome man wandering in the hall. Definitely something you weren't expecting. "Yeah have you seen her anywhere?" you watched as he nodded observing how his hair framed his face "Oh well she must've ran into my apartment" you told him "I'm so sorry ma'am, I'll go get her right now, may I?" he gestured towards your door as you stood in front of it "Oh of yea yea sure go ahead, she's just set up camp under my couch" you tried to joke as you let the man follow you into your apartment, to your couch. "Yep this is her" he smiled at you before trying to reach under the couch in such a comical way, you had to hold back a laugh as the cat would not relent into his grip. "Here I'll try to help" you said while walking to the back of the couch also trying to get the cat into your grasp - "I'm Y/N by the way" "I'm Bucky, this trickster here is Alpine" he said in a warm tone back to you. You were so grateful that he couldn't see the way you blushed at him talking to you. A jolt of electricity flowed through you as you both fumbled around accidentally touching his hand, you both stayed like that, just for a second. Even if it was a small touch, it felt different? Your pulse slowly went back down to its normal rate as you puffed out an awkward laugh while Bucky stayed silent not knowing if you felt the way he didn't want to pull back from you. "Got ya now little girl" he said in a mischievous tone as he stood up with Alpine sitting in his arms looking quite proud of herself as she kept looking at you. "Thank you for helping me find her, she's always been an escapee but I thought she might stop when we moved but I hope we haven't disturbed you too much" he sheepishly admitted to you "Oh no no, this was nothing don't worry" you replied back in such a sweet tone of voice that it made Bucky's pulse quicken. "Well I better get her back inside before she runs off again" Bucky said as he started to make his way outside into the halls "Cya you two" you smiled sweetly following him out "Maybe I'll see more of two, I can show you around if you're new to the area?" You don't know what came over to you to be so bold but something about Bucky just drew you in. "Yea I'd like that" he said in a shy tone as he gave you a quick flick of his hand trying his hardest not get one more look at you as he walked back down to his apartment.

You huffed a small chuckle watching the pair walk back which reminded you of what you were meant to be doing right now which was your enormous load of laundry. It was a struggle to say the least, having a massive basket down 3 flights of stairs. Of course this would happen and right when the elevator is out of order you thought to yourself as you finally made it to the laundry room which was tucked in near the letterboxes on the ground floor. 30 minutes was how long your machine had left, you figured you might as well go back into your room, hoping you'd see Bucky again as you jogged up the stairs. 

Bucky stirred upon hearing your voice in the distance as you greeted a neighbour of yours. He didn't know what had taken hold of him but he rushed out the door - careful not to let Alpine escape as he kept his foot in the door to push her away as he closed the door. You noticed Bucky emerge from his apartment just before you entered yours "Keeping Alpine inside?" you called out to him watching him let out a small chuckle at your remark "Yep, hopefully she grows out of it" he replied walking over to you, just waiting to your hear your sweet voice in reply "Ya know what they say old habits die hard" you joked while nudged his right shoulder. Friendly touch - something Bucky has had in a long time but he was most thankful you didn't reach for his metal arm, the arm he's ashamed of every time he wakes up, the arm he desperately tried to claw off. "Are you free tomorrow by any chance" he blurted out without thinking "Yea I think I am" you hummed, slightly dumbfounded on how bold he was especially for not even knowing you for 24 hours, but hey who were you to complain especially when it's a very handsome and seemingly kind man doing it. "Great, should I meet you out here at 12PM? I'll make it up to you since me and Alpine disturbed you" he grinned with a boyish expression "Sounds great! You two weren't a disturbance I promise, it was quite entertaining for a Sunday afternoon" you reassured him, noticing how he relaxed into himself just a little bit after hearing you tell him that. It was a comfortable silence after that, quickly interrupted by the sound of clawing coming from the direction of Bucky's apartment "That bloody cat, I wonder why I rescued her everyday" he grumbled looking back at his door "Someones jealous" you teased playfully "Well I better get Alpine but I'll see you tomorrow" "See you tomorrow Bucky" you still spoke in that sweet tone which made his heart melt. His door quickly closed as he ran in so that was your cue to enter your apartment. You felt so giddy about the fact that you had plans with someone after what felt like years of being single again. You ran to fetch your phone from your room with the only purpose to inform your best friend.

Guess who's got a date tomorrow!!

No fucking way omgg tell me everything

I promise tomorrow I will!! too giddy to talk, I have to prepare my outfit!!!

You smiled at your conversation with your bestie as you chucked your phone back on your bed and started to try find some clothes only to find nothing cute to wear

Damn it I have to get my laundry, you suddenly remembered so you sprinted out your door and down to the laundry room, already planning your outfit. 

You sighed as you grabbed everything out of the machine, hoping that Bucky was anticipating tomorrow just as much as you were. He was. Bucky was in a panic rushing around his apartment not knowing what to do with himself, he debated texting Sam and Steve but he didn't want them to annoy him and ruin his mood with their antics  so instead he tried to organise what little furniture he had in his 1 bedroom with no bed, small kitchen and living room apartment while Alpine purred sitting on his bench in the kitchen "Maybe I do know why I rescued you" Bucky whispered as he gave Alpine a scratch on the chin.

A/N:Ugh I love it when fics have Alpine in them so I hope you guys relate! I do want to turn this into some more parts so feel free to tell me if you'd read more of this or not:)

[windixie]

nerdjo x reader ⟢ real man

"... did you know that a quasar emits more energy in a second than our sun will in its entire lifetime?"

"uh... sure?"

༄.° pairing . nerd! gojo x popular! reader (f)

⤷ summary . a low grade lands you a tutor session with the nerdiest boy at your university with the help of the best wingman, your professor, who knows that gojo is your only way of improving that 59.6% in your physics class. your annoyance soon turns into admiration and maybe something else as you find yourself enjoying the late night study sessions. but what happens when the physic sessions turn into sex education?

warning ⓘ tags . (18+), porn with plot me thinks, smut, gojo will give you second hand embarrassment bless his soul, protected sex that will lead to unprotected, masturbation, praise kink, oral, p in v, cream pie. sub gojo heh. jealous gojo. perv gojo. obsessive gojo.

⤷ wc . 4k (not proofread)

a/n . this is my first actual attempt to writing good smut. never got the hang of it so hopefully this turns out good. the 59.6% is specific because that is MY current grade and I might just kms if nerdjo doesn't help me out.

a/n . 2 I enjoyed writing the friendship buildup more than the actual smut :p

waking up to an email sent by your physics professor was not the best way to start off the day.

"you've got to be kidding me.." you grumbled, with your morning voice attempting to read the title of the email as your blurry eyes adjusted to the bright screen of your phone. you weren't surprised when the subject was that you are being assigned a tutor. you were aware of your current grade, but you swore you would be able to raise it up. right after partying.

your roommate, and long term friend, peaks over your shoulder as she buttoned up her pants. "yikes, I'm surprised he hasn't admitted you to a tutor earlier, haven't you had the same grade for a while now?"

you sighed knowing she was right. your grade hasn't gone up even a percentage for the past two weeks.

'meet me in class before it begins today, perhaps 10 minutes before, ill be introducing you to your tutor and we'll discuss how things will work.'

and that's how you found yourself standing in front of your teachers desk awkwardly. "he'll be here soon, he's very punctual."

you nodded in acknowledgment. you wanted to play it safe and come a few minutes earlier than the given time written on the email. '10 minutes before class'. the said class begins at 9:40. it is currently 9:28.

he was punctual alright. the moment it struck the half hour, the door swung open to reveal a tall boy- no, a really tall boy. he had white hair and blinding blue eyes behind dorky glasses. despite his nerdy look, the boy had a few facial piercings. one on his eyebrow and his lip.

that's hot.

"satoru! come in, come" your professor gestured the boy to be next to you. satoru offered a small, shy wave, which you responded with a warm smile.

"so as we all know, y/n isn't doing so well in this class." you cringed feeling your face heat up. being exposed in front of someone as smart as satoru was the ultimate humiliation.

"here's what's going to happen. there is an upcoming review test before the final. you pass that and im 99.9 percent sure that you will pass the final with enough studying. I'll leave satoru to decide how the tutoring will work, but I expect you both to meet up at least four times a week."

four times a week? four times? a week. great.

session 1.

you dragged your body into the library with your tote bag full of textbooks and practice worksheets. the library was fairly crowded with students studying for upcoming exams. you being one of them.

making your way deeper into the study area, your eyes landed on gojo who was setting up the table with his headphones plugged in. you approached him but he didn't notice you.

"satoru..?"

no answer. he was in a completely different world with the way he was humming a tune which only brought you to your last resort.

you poked his shoulder lightly which caused him to jump a little, looking over his shoulder to meet eyes with you.

"oh! hi uhm im sorry..! I didn't notice you I was just uh setting up the table. is this place okay with you? we can always pick somewhere else if your uncomfortable with being way too-"

"no no its fine with me." you interrupted his babbling which you found endearing.

"right." he chuckled before sitting down which you followed.

"alright so what exactly are you struggling with?" he asked.

what are you struggling with? "everything" you answered honestly looking at the organized textbooks- all related to physics and.. digimon?

"so.. we can start off with the basics of fundamentals of motion. such as speed and distance and maybe add in some kinematic equations. you are familiar with newtons law, right?"

you nodded as you recalled to the only thing you remembered from this god awful class.

"okay so we can skip that.. but ill still explain a little bit of it towards the end, just to make sure."

that's how you spent your first session with the boy. he's amazing at explaining, learning more from him than any past lectures. the way he is so into it you can't help but space out at the way his lips move.

"for the equations, there are a few of them, ill give you three examples then write one of each so you can practice."

your eyes fixated at the way he neatly wrote down the letters.

"so uhm.. do I multiply or-"

"you subtract this from both sides."

"got it."

this was definitely going to take a while if you couldn't even handle the basics. you handed him back the sheet where you attempted the problems.

"seems like you have a bit of difficulty deriving the equations."

you sighed. how long has it been? forty minutes? and hour?

checking your phone you were surprised to see that only 15 minutes have passed?

'just kill me at this point' you thought.

"hey hey, no phones. can't have you getting distracted, hand it over"

"I was just checking the time! don't take it away pleaseee" you begged.

"you'll be tempted to check the time every five seconds, just hand it over." you reluctantly placed it in his hand. his fingers brushed against yours and you were surprised to see how soft his were.

"lets try again. this time ill watch you solve them so I can see where you start to go wrong."

2 hours have gone by and you finally grasped how to solve the equations involving motion and acceleration.

"good job!" the praise boosted up your confidence. "only took ya thirty practice problems but you got there." he teased as he adjusted his glasses. "thanks satoru." you rolled your eyes at him.

the way you said his name went straight into his head. both of them actually.

"we should wrap it up for today"

he reached into his bag pulling out a few sheets before sliding them to you. "try and finish these by wednesday, which will be our next session. oh-" the pale boy reached for his examples. "use these for reference if you forget again."

accepting the papers, you placed them in your folder before tucking it back into your bag. "thank you, I know i'm not the easiest to teach."

"non sense. you're the first person i've tutored to actually have motivation to learn."

"you've tutored others?" you tilted your head.

"course I have. anyways, study what we've gone over today. here's my phone number-"

"youre going to have to give me back my phone in order for that" you chuckled. it felt like satorus world paused for a second as he saw your smile.

"uh right.. sorry"

it felt great to have your beautiful cellular device in the comfort of your hands.

"I usually ignore my messages.. can I give you my instagram instead?" you asked.

satoru was a bit disappointed to not be able to have your phone number, but your insta was just as good. that way he'd be able to see pictures of you.

you both exchanged users, you with your whopping 2.3k followers and him with his 40. 41 including you.

he noticed that out of the 2.3k people that follow you, you only follow around 90. he felt honored that he would be one of the lucky ones to be blessed with your follow.

"great!" satoru couldn't help the dorky grin that crept up on his face. "text me if you have any issues with the work, mkay?"

multiple sessions have passed.

you felt yourself warm up with the boy, learning more about him and his nerdy interests and the upcoming 'name as many digimon characters as you can' contest that he's pumped for explained the character book you'd see every time you met up at the library.

which you both eventually ditched after accidentally catching a couple doing... activities one shouldn't be doing in a quiet environment.

satoru couldn't help but wish that was you and him.

you both settled for a nearby cafe where he always paid for your drinks and sugary treat which he's memorized by now.

"we should go over the vocabulary today" his fingers skimmed through several papers before pulling one out that had the key to all the words you had to remember.

you were progressing and you felt confident for the review and final which were both in three months.

"here write down the words on a separate sheet and try to answer them to see which you know and which you don't."

outside of your tutor sessions, you began saying hi to each other in the hallways, exchanging small smiles in class, and late night texts.

satoru [ 10: 37 PM]

-you complete the worksheets?

you [ 10: 40 PM]

-hi! I just need to finish up the last one then im all done

satoru [ 10: 41 PM]

-thats good, mind sending me what you've done?

you [ 10 : 45 PM]

[image attached]

-im actually at a party right now..

that led to a scolding from him the next day. he couldn't care less actually no matter how many times he said to restrain yourself from partying for now because of your studies. in reality, he just didn't want any boy to see you wearing whatever revealing outfit you decided to put on.

satoru would be lying that he wouldn't feel the way his inexperienced cock would harden whenever he would see the way your skirt would ride up your thighs as you sat so prettily in front of him.

you were completely unaware of how much you affected the poor boy.

"so how'd the contest go?"

"I won obviously. named all 1400 of em." he put his hands up in victory.

you laughed at how cute you found it. him being proud over beating a bunch of kids?

"what was the price?"

"a limited edition card. super rare by the way, you have like one in a thousand chance of getting it. here! I have it on me actually."

he pulled out a card that resembled Pokemon cards which he would get annoyed when you got the two of them mixed up.

"this is the ghost bt1 diamond. you can pick one out of any Digimon of your opponent or you can delete all the Digimon if they share a name with it."

his eyes lit up whenever he talked about his interests. and you loved that about him.

"sounds cool, how much is it worth?"

"hmm I think like 300 at most."

"yeah well I remember my brother has a Pokemon card that's worth 78 grand."

"do your damn work."

as you prepared to leave, he stopped you.

"here."

he handed you the digimon card making your eyes widen.

"you're giving it to me?"

"mhm, just remembered I already have a similar card that does the exact same as this one. no need for me to have it. besides I think it would look great on your phone case."

now, whenever he takes away your phone for your study time, he can't help but smile when he looked at the card neatly placed inside the clear case with a few stickers around it.

he’d find himself late at night in the comfort of his own dorm, with his hand hesitantly palming his growing bulge at the sight of your story. the picture was of you smiling cutely at the cafe you both went at. a picture he took.

you looked gorgeous. you are gorgeous.

he doesn't remember the last time he's jerked off. maybe once in high school when his favorite cosplayer dressed up as a beloved female character of his?

pulling out his needy length, he imagined it was you. a finger grazed upon his tip smearing the pre-cum a bit as he let out a few whimpers. would you hate him if you saw him like this? all horny and pent up because of your post? or would you help him?

no matter how much he stroked himself, he just couldn't finish. he needed you.

his eyes skimmed through various websites to help his situation out.

‘how to have the best orgasm in your life’

‘best stroking methods’

‘how the female anatomy works and how to pleasure it’

‘man finishes threehu-‘

wait what was that? he scrolls back up a bit clicking on the female anatomy one. he was met with several images. diagrams showing where the most pleasurable part was for a woman.

gojo hasn’t done this much studying since his calculus exam back in elementary. who the hell let’s a seven year old solve that shit?!

by the end of the day, his brain is now stuffed with knowledge on how to pleasure you. still zero clue on how he’s ever going to bust.

2 days.

2 days until you review test and you were.. stressed to say the least. thankfully you have gone over everything from the semester and gojo made sure that you were well prepared even offering to make you a cheat sheet, allowed by the professor, to help you out during the test just in case.

"toru."

fuck. when did you begin calling him that nickname? it made gojo feel lightheaded to the point where he had to grip the end of his chair as you approached him.

"hey I was wondering if we could study at my place tonight?" you asked sweetly.

“your place..? like, where you live?”

“I hope so?” you giggled.

“y-yeah i guess but why?”

you took a seat next to him placing your bag next to your feet on the floor.

“walked past the cafe and saw that it was closed due to some renovations”

“god i hope it’s the bathroom sink. that thing sprayed me”

you both laugh at the memory of him coming out the bathroom with his hair sticking to his forehead and clothes dampened. that was the first time you’ve seen him without his glasses.

you preferred him with them on.

but you couldn’t deny that either way he still looked so handsome especially when he rolled up his now wet sleeves of his black sweater revealing veins that adorned his arms.

“I hope so. anyways I’ll text you the address later.. or actually, we can walk together if you’d like?” you offered and who was he to decline?

“sure sweetheart.”

gojo recently picked up the habit of calling you sweet names which never failed in making your stomach leap in happiness. where’s he get the sudden habit?

‘how to fluster a girl.com’

god knows where.

your house wasn’t far from the campus since you’ve been planning on attending this university ever since you were a kid due to living 20 minutes away at a walking distance.

“my parents are away at a trip so we’ll have the house to ourselves”

fuck yeah.

“they doing a business trip or..?”

“it’s their anniversary. they flew out to france and didn’t even bother inviting me” you rolled your eyes playfully making the pierced boy laugh. he recently switched out his lip piercing after his last one fell off while drinking his coffee.

he took in your house as you arrived. looking at the memories plastered on the walls. this is where you grew up..

“want anything eat?”

you.

he shook his head. “I’m alright, I ate something not long ago.” you hummed while walking upstairs, him trailing behind just to get a glimpse up your skirt seeing the pink laced panties that made him let out a low groan. his pants were uncomfortable by the time you reached your room. it was a warm environment, posters on the walls, stuffed animals on the bed. the bed he would love to fuck you in.

“s’cute” he complimented placing his bag down before he stretched out his lanky body on your bed.

his sweater slipped up a bit revealing his v line as well as his white happy trail. your breath hitched as your eyes trailed down the patch of hair before landing on the raging boner that he had. no way.

was he hard?

despite having past experience yourself, no one has ever made you finish.

gojo propped himself on both his arms. “let’s just review what I taught you at the beginning first to freshen up your memory.” you barely took in anything he said as you approached the bed as well sitting down next to him before you felt bold. you shifted sitting down on his lap instead.

satoru let out a gasp before moaning. his hands found your hips immediately. “fuck.. what are you-“ he was cut off by your subtle grinding.

“we shouldn’t..” your heart sank a bit. “you don’t want this..? I’m just trying to help you toru.”

“I know baby but I haven’t.. well I’m.. I’ve never done t-this before, god..” he mumbled embarrassed. oh so that’s what this is. he’s a virgin. “I don’t mind.. let me help you”

“please-“

“shh..” you tugged at his jeans bringing down to his knees. “You’ve never done this before?” you asked letting your acrylics tease him through his digimon boxers.

“no.. no please fuck..”

his cute whimpers went straight to your heat as you finally tugged down his boxers only to be met with the biggest cock you’ve seen. it slapped his stomach the second it was released. he was thick. the pretty pink tip was slowly turning an angry red color as he panted.

you wrapped your hand around him stroking up and down his base watching him twitch. while keeping eye contact, you let some spit fall down his cock making him moan as you used your drool as lube. his hips bucked up as he felt the warmth of your mouth around him.

“t-that’s it..”

for the first time, your lips met in a sweet and needy kiss, your hand still working wonders on him. he placed a shaking hand on your ass cupping it making sure not to break the heated kiss.

“can.. can you ride me?” the way he asked shyly made you want to ruin him even more. you nodded watching him pull off his sweater. now by all means you had zero clue that this man was built as if god made him with his own hands. you did the same, quickly undressing before he stopped you.

“please.. please keep the panties on”

“you like em?”

“fucking love them.”

after carefully placing a condom you found in your drawer on him, you guided his tip to grind just right against you. “lift up your hips a bit toru.. just move them.. back.. and forth.. good job love”

the praise didn’t help Gojos situation at all. “keep praising me..” at this point his glasses were all fogged up. your finger hooked into your panties slipping them to the side so you could slip his cock in.

“so big..” you cood

“oh god, you’re right.. fuckkk baby wait.. wait wait” he moaned filling up the room with lewd noises. the plap, plap, plap echoed. large hands found your waist helping you ride him at a quick pace.

“shit.. you’re better than I imagined.” he groaned out biting your neck sweetly. “you’ve imagined.. this? ngh!” you were surprised to see him pick up the pace. “all the time.”

gojo thought back to the website he visited frequently. his finger found your clit circling it before rubbing it repeatedly. you head fell on his shoulder as you began to shake from overstimulation. “Toru..!”

“this is where you’re weak, right? most girls have an orgasm immediately after teasing the clit”

“ngh.. nerd..!”

“so sensitive”

the raspiness in his voice was enough to make you finish. for the first time ever. gojos hips stuttered as he pulled out watching your juices spill out. he brought his fingers to his mouth tasting you. “you taste good babe”

panting, you removed the condom from his still hard length before slipping him back in.

he wasn’t even half way in before ropes of cum went inside you making gojo close his eyes letting tears of being overstimulated fall down his pretty flushed cheeks.

“be my girl..”

four things happened that day.

you came for the first time

you took away gojos virginity

you were both now dating

you didn’t study at all

but the cheat sheet did help you out a bit. after finishing up the last question, gojo walked over to the teachers desk placing it on top of it. he was the first one out of everyone to finish, like always. he looked up to where you were seated.

there you were, more focused than ever biting your nail as you answered the equations as if it was muscle memory. he was proud, smiling to himself before leaving the classroom.

toru ! [ 7: 45 AM ]

-results are in today 👀

you [ 7:46 AM]

-im nervous… i think i failed it bro im so scared toru

toru ! [ 7: 48 AM]

-I doubt that sweetheart

and he was right because the second you received back your paper with a beautiful 92% written on top of it you felt like you were in heaven. you ran towards gojo wrapping your arms around him excitedly.

“I did it! look!” you showed him your paper.

“told you. good job am proud of ya” he grinned as he once again felt his cock throb at the way you were squeezing him. “what’d you get?”

“100%”

“show off.”

he barked out a laugh before placing his hands on your hips. “we should celebrate.” he suggested. “with cake?” he hummed tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear before letting his thumb rub on your cheek affectionately. “sure pretty.”

[behold-dusk]

ᝰ.ᐟ THINKING ABOUT PHAINON AS YOUR BOYFRIEND! (MINORS DNI)

pairing(s) ⭑.ᐟ phainon x gn!reader themes ⭑.ᐟ fluff, nsfw cw ⭑.ᐟ mentions of oral, mentions of cum, modern snacks in hsr lmao, minimally implied that reader is a chyrsos heir a/n ⭑.ᐟ i tried my best to proofread and keep the reader gender neutral. i also got lazy during the nsfw part lol

word count ⭑.ᐟ 853

── .✦ PHAINON | SFW

ִ ࣪𖤐 This guy’s love language towards you? Phainon is generally a well-rounded partner. He does anything, but hands down, he loves physical touch and gift-giving the most. He doesn't JUST express his love, but also delivers.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Having his hands be able to hold you and feel every part of you brings him comfort in knowing you’re safe and not going anywhere. He also loves to give you small snacks every time he passes by your office door, occasionally dropping off Fruit Roll-ups and Gushers.

ִ ࣪𖤐 He gets promise rings with both your birthstones as the gemstones in the intricate silver pieces that wraps around both your ring fingers on your right hand. He strictly tells you not to wear it on your left ring finger because the engagement ring will be 10x as better and prettier than your promise ring.

ִ ࣪𖤐 When he’s out to battle against the Black Tide, he loops the ring around a string and wears it as a necklace because his hand is more prone to being injured and the ring has potential risks of breaking from friction and sweat. (And also because wearing it as a necklace keeps it closer to his heart.)

ִ ࣪𖤐 Not only that!! He kisses the ring before entering the battlefield as a silent prayer that he’ll come home, scathed or unscathed. He doesn’t care—he just wants to return home, to you.

ִ ࣪𖤐 He'll order takeout on nights that are harder than usual for you. Yes, Alfredo is good, but having it consecutively for 7 nights in a row is overkill, even for him. It's the only thing he can successfully make without killing both your taste buds.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Secretively, even though he's aware baking and cooking are different, he'll ask Mydei to teach him how to bake for you. He silently envies the way Mydei can make goodies that look straight out of bakeries. He sees the way you always drool over desserts displayed at windows and hopes he can make the cat shaped cupcakes you swoon over!

ִ ࣪𖤐 He. Is. A. Sucker. For. PDA.

ִ ࣪𖤐 If you guys are out running errands around the Holy City, he’ll just hold you by your waist and rest his head on your shoulder while you make small talk with the merchants about purchases. And it’s no surprise that when the trip is longer than expected and you’ve shown him less affection than he’d like, he'll start pressing gentle kisses on your shoulder and nape while swaying impatiently.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Then, when little kids stride by and point to you guys to their moms and ask, “What are they doing?” there’s an evident hue of red appearing on both your cheeks, but Phainon remains stubborn and refuses to let go with a small awkward grin towards the curious children.

ִ ࣪𖤐 When you scold him and dim down the PDA to just hand-holding, he sulks like a kicked puppy with a small frown tangled with a pout and stands idly beside you. His hands are occupied and full of grocery bags, knowing full well he won’t be able to hold your hand at all.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Phainon loves pushing you out of your comfort zone. He'll push you to comfort crying kids in the bustling streets of Okhema, he'll push you to dance with him at celebrations, etc. And when you recoil and tell him, "I'll embarrass myself," he tells you stupid cheesy motivation quotes like: "Day one? Or one day?", "Not taking that risk is a risk," "Don't fear failure, fear not trying," etc. LOL

ִ ࣪𖤐 You play a major role in his life, and he makes it extremely prominent. Like, actually, and it’s sickening. He’ll ask Tribbie to make cute emojis of you so he can spam them to you, he’ll tell Mydei about your talks and dates, and he’ll tell Aglaea, “Well, what would [name] say about this?” with a crossed arm and hand on his chin when it comes to big decisions regarding the Flame-Chase journey.

── .✦ PHAINON | NSFW

ִ ࣪𖤐 This man in bed? GOD, he fucking worships you. He loves to hear your whimpers, grunts, and moans. On top of that, he just loves seeing you squirm away.

ִ ࣪𖤐 He LOVES to give oral more than receiving it. Don’t get him wrong, it’s fucking heavenly when your pretty lips are wrapped around him, but feeling you buck away from overwhelming pleasure that he’s giving you makes it so much better.

ִ ࣪𖤐 He’s big into lingerie. Especially white lingerie with stocking garters. First time he saw you in white lacy lingerie with stocking garters he nearly cummed in his pants.

ִ ࣪𖤐 Something about seeing you covered in his loads of white is just so attractive to him. It awakens something feral and primal inside him that even he can’t understand or explain to you.

ִ ࣪𖤐 He doesn’t strike me as someone whose go-to is doggy, cowgirl, etc. (unless he’s jealous) he strikes me as someone who loves the legs-on-shoulder position. It just lets him settle and bury himself so deep inside you.

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Movie Week [review]

Day 1 - Fear (1996)

Yandere Scale: 8/10

Overall Rating: 7/10

Fear does exactly what it's supposed to. Not perfectly by any means, but well enough that I don't mind spending an hour and a half in its world.

A very fun world too - cute fashion, a great score, pleasing cinematography and a male lead who slowly becomes more despicable the longer the film goes on. Alyssa Milano, Mark Wahlberg and Reese Witherspoon look incredible the entire movie. And I guess their acting isn't bad either.

We start off with a man out on a jog. And we know it's going to be a thriller because a) shaky cam and b) very dramatic music just two minutes in. Great start. After that, we're introduced to Nicole (Reese Witherspoon), a high schooler with a slightly strained relationship with her dad and teenage angst lite.

She's cute. The girl next door with a daddy's girl bracelet and a kid brother who loves her. If she didn't have the bad luck of running into a bad man, I'd say things would have worked out just dandy.

But no such luck. Not for you kid.

Enter David.

He walks on screen to audible screams from the audience (me). He's hot. And the way he's introduced is hot. Shady bar, music in the background, leather jacket delinquents playing pool. From the get go, he screams bad boy. Rubbing (read: jerking off) his pool cue - at hip height - while looking at our female lead? C'mon, that's too easy.

I won't go into detail, but they obviously end up in a relationship. And it's hot stuff. At one point, he has his hand up her her skirt while they're on a rollercoaster. Yeah, we all see the symbolism. Coming (down) must be pretty fun on a ride like that, huh Nic?

It's not great the entire movie - their first conversation is stilted and awkward, filled with clichés. But the build up in tension is what does it for me.

There are plenty of little things that tip you off from the get go. David isn't as nice as he seems, not by a long shot.

It starts with a few tense looks between him and Nicole's dad. Just a father being a bit picky, right? Nope. He turns back the office clock so he can have a little more time with Nicole before curfew. He flirts with her best friend. He tells Nicole to, "Get me a coke." Bossy. Commanding.

I'll be honest, if I didn't know the synopsis of the film, I'd say dear old dad was being overly protective. Nope. Those red flags are about as red as they can get.

When things start going off the rails, the movie handles it pretty well. The scenes are decently tense, even though they're missing that little bit of careful handling that would make them terrifying.

As a yandere, David does everything you'd expect. He's manipulative. He's violent. He doesn't know where to draw the line in anything. Oh, and he's hot. Did I mention that already?

He's a Levi's and t-shirt kind of guy, with a great car, a nice voice, and biceps you want to sink your teeth into. When it comes to deranged stalkers, you can do a LOT worse.

The third act is a ball of a time. There's room for it to have been a bit more tense - it suffers from being a little too short, the twists not having enough time to breathe. The pace doesn't feel quick in the so much happening, I'm at the edge of my seat sort of way, but in the oh no, we only have the budget for thirty more minutes of run time sort of way.

Still, it's very enjoyable. David says and does plenty of very yandere things. I'm absolutely stealing some of his lines.

In terms of style, the movie is a knockout. I think it's a big part of what carries my recommendation. The cinematography is really pleasing, with lots of reds and dark greens. Very 'Seattle on a rainy day.' The sound track is totally 90's, with a nice mix of rock, pop and indie. It gives the movie a sense of place and time that exponentially improves the story.

How does it hold up as a piece of yandere media? It doesn't do anything radical or new, but the classics it sticks to are done well enough that it's worth the watch.

Oh, and David is very hot. I don't know if I mentioned that. 

Day 1 - Fear (1996)

Day 2 - Secret Obsession (2019)

Day 3 - Hush (2016)

Day 4 - The Perfect Guy (2015)

Day 5 - The Boy Next Door (2015)

Day 6 - The Invisible Man (2020)

Day 7 - Til Death Do Us Part (2017)

[neeeooon]

shut me up ;

10 | y/n and the groupies

you thought the boys might be a little shy with you in the car, but if they were, they definitely didn't seem it.

your hand was glued to the door handle for support with bachira behind the wheel. he had a lead foot, pressing down on the gas when there was no one in front of him and slamming on the brakes when someone was. some rock song you weren't familiar with was blaring from the speakers, yet it did next to nothing to drown out the loud chatter coming from the backseat.

"i didn't even know hedgehog bites could hurt so bad! something so small shouldn't cause so much pain." isagi looked at his pointer finger and shivered. you smiled when shidou teased him for getting on pocari's bad side. when bachira caught the way your brows scrunched, he leaned toward you and said, "pocari is isagi and his roommate's pet hedgehog. well, technically, he's all kurona's, but isagi likes to play step-daddy—ow! hey, don't hit the driver!" you can’t miss the scowl isagi shoots at his friend. it sends you into a short fit of laughter.

“we’re almost there,” you hear shidou say from the seat behind you, and nod while flashing him a thumbs up. “sweet! my friend said he’ll be waiting outside for me.”

you’d asked the boys in advance if reo could join, and they were pleased to hear that they had some fanboys willing to show their support front row. bachira shook his head when he processed your words. “nah, have him park around back so we can all go in together. you said he’s a fan, right? maybe he’ll want an autograph!”

“jeez, humble much?” isagi groaned, ignoring the glare bachira sent him through the rearview. you smiled. “he would lose his mind if he saw you guys up close, let alone talk to you.”

“i’m not gonna lie, y/n,” shidou began, hand gripping the back of your headrest. “the effect this has on my ego is not good. it’s such a turn-on.”

“ew!” isagi pressed himself against his car door to get as far away from shidou as possible.

the rest of the ride was fairly peaceful, with bachira filling any silences with mindless chatter. you now know more about the history of dolphins than you'd like.

"we're here!" bachira cheered, pulling the car to a shuddering stop before parking. looking around, you spotted a bar a few buildings away and gasped when you realized it was chigiri and kunigami's. "hey, my friends work there!" you beamed, pointing pridefully at the little bar.

shidou stepped out next and appeared at your side. "i think we played there a few times when we were just starting out. cool place." you flashed him a smile and let the trio lead you into the club.

there were two men already backstage, and you quickly recognized by their matching teal eyes that they were the itoshi brothers—the drummer and bass player. they greeted you with matching, bored looks, but you waved anyway. "nice to see you again, sae. doing well?"

his lips quirked. "doing well. how's the apartment treating you?" you nodded, inviting him and his brother rin to movie night when the door slammed open once more, and a blond appeared. you raised a brow, but the second you spotted the smear of lipstick on his neck, you knew who this was. you fought the urge to sneer. "michael kaiser! it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

he looked you up and down in a way that made you feel scandalized, but once sae introduced you as y/n, he let out a chuckle. "the one who threatened to beat me with a broom, right?"

"i did not!" you totally did and shot a quick glare at isagi, bachira, and shidou for tattling on you to their bandmate. whatever else you wanted to say was wiped from your mind when your phone buzzed with a text from reo, informing you he'd arrived.

"my friend's here!" you announced to the group as you slipped between bachira and shidou to reach the exit. "good luck performing! i'll be cheering you all on." you didn't give them a chance to reply before darting around the corner to see reo.

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[alexrosa13]

Trashy Ex

Caleb x female!reader

Genre: fluff/angsty

Warnings: 1,4k words, mc!reader, teen!Caleb&reader, asshole ex-boyfriend

Note: had this idea to write ever since someone talked about it on discord server months ago and finally here it isss

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The promise to tell each other about your dating life was made twice, what was the first one like?

The slam of the front doors made Caleb jump slightly in his place on the couch.

He was busy playing video games while waiting for you to come back home from classes, since you insisted he didn't wait an extra 2 hours just to walk back with you, as he finished early today.

But judging by the way you stormed down to your room, not even glancing his way while you ran through the living area where he sat, something happened during those 2 hours when he wasn't with you.

At first he thought you were mad, angry or something, but then he heard a sob right when you sprinted next to him.

"Pipsqueak?" immediately standing up he rushed after you, but before he had the chance to ask about anything you slammed the door into his face, locking it with a key right after.

Standing right before your room he knocked rapidly, worried.

"What happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt?" he heard how you carelessly dropped your bag to the floor before jumping into the bed, next second he heard the way you broke down fully crying.

He knocked once more, with a little more force this time. He said your name loudly, worried sick.

"Open the door. You know I can do it with my evol, so be a good pipsqueak and don't make me use force." he stopped knocking, putting his hands on the door next to his head, as he put his ear flat to the surface, listening to the movement inside.

"Leave me alone!" you screamed, before another muffled cries left you, you were probably face first into your pillow.

"I'm worried. I'm not going inside but I'll wait before that door for hours if I have to, until you'll let me in yourself, I want to know if you're alright." he said, not planning on leaving you alone.

"Caleb please just leave me. I'm fine!" you tried to reason with him.

"Na-ah, not happening." he said firmly before turning with his back to the door, sliding down the wooden surface until he sat on the floor, ready to wait up there like a boy scout on duty.

"Caleb please..." you cried out, weaker than before, sounding like a kicked puppy.

His heart throbbed in pain hearing the hurt in your voice.

"I'll stay right here princess, just let me in whenever you're ready." he said gently, his eyes wandering to the corridor's ceiling.

He heard how your sobs got more quiet. Earlier you sounded frustrated, mad at someone, like you had enough, but now? You sounded broken, like you didn't have the strength to even cry anymore.

Maybe 5 minutes passed before he heard quiet steps coming from your room.

You didn't say anything, simply unlocking the door, but you didn't open them. He heard how instantly you moved back to your bed.

Knowing fully well your intentions without you saying anything he moved up instantly, gently turning the doorknob and entering your space.

He saw you sitting curled up on the bed, you were hugging your knees tightly to your torso with your head hidden in them.

Slowly he walked over to you, moving to sit on the bed next to you, not daring to touch you.

"What's wrong? You can tell me." he said in a gentle tone, reserved only for you. Instantly you shook slightly, sniffling your nose from all the crying.

Before you gave him a verbal answer you moved to lean on him. Without hesitation his arm came up to embrace you, bringing you closer to his side, allowing you to lay your head on his torso.

"He broke up with me..." you whispered, sobbing again.

"What?"

"Broke up... With me..." your whole body shook while you hugged yourself closer to him.

"You had a boyfriend?" and didn't tell me..?

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you mad." you cried louder into his shirt.

"I'm not mad, just... Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, trying not to show his disappointment. His jealousy...

"I... I don't know... I just didn't want to bring it up." you tried to explain, but honestly you didn't know the answer yourself, every time you tried to tell Caleb about your relationship you couldn't get words to leave through your throat, knowing fully well that in reality you didn't even want that boyfriend, simply accepting to date him cause he showed some effort, and you wanted to see why relationships are so hyped.

"Pips... Please tell me next time when you'll get someone, okay?" you nodded your head "Pinky promise?" he raised the hand that wasn't currently holding you, showing you his pinky.

"But you'll tell me to." your shaking hand met his, fingers wrapping around each other.

"Deal." you smiled at him through tears, and in this very moment he felt butterflies having a party in his stomach.

You didn't even notice the moment you stopped crying, too busy snuggling up to Caleb, forgetting why you were having a breakdown in the first place.

But he didn't.

At some point you got so comfy you almost fell asleep, not caring anymore about a guy from before. But then, making sure you were completely calm, Caleb decided to finally ask.

"So... Who was this lucky guy?" you let out a quiet hm opening up your eyes.

"Just... A random guy from the class." you answered like it's nothing, because honestly; none other guy mattered when the only one you truly wanted was out of reach...

"How long did you date him?" he almost wanted to throw up at the word 'date'.

"A month or so, it didn't really feel like dating tho." you muttered out.

"So why were you crying over him?" he asked, gently playing with your hair.

He heard the sharp inhale you took, almost regretting asking, not wanting to see you cry anymore over some asshole.

"He probably was with me just to impress his friends, he also broke up with me right in front of them, an idiot with a too big of an ego." you scoffed, still cuddled up to your friend.

Now Caleb was pissed. What the fuck do you mean 'just to impress' his friends?

"Name." he stated, knowing fully well you could hear the anger in his voice.

"Caleb-"

"Name. Unless you want me to find out through your friends." you exhaled. Of course he had to pull out the protective card.

"Casper." you knew he would dare to go and ask around for him. If you tell him right away though there's a less chance of him getting into trouble in case he'll beat him up.

"See, you can be a good pipsqueak if you want to." he kissed the top of your head, unintentionally making you blush.

God this boy will be the end of you... How could you look at other guys when he was the one making you feel things?

It was so wrong.

✩ bonus ✩

Caleb got to know about the guy you dated yesterday.

Now you were at school, already the third lesson of the day ended, and still nothing happened.

You were getting suspicious, Caleb wasn't the one to wait, he was the one to act, especially in a situation like this.

You were walking through the resting area of your school where most teens gathered on the breaks, looking for your friends.

But before you could notice them something else caught your attention.

You saw Caleb with his friend group chilling on the sofas, as seniors they were kind of untouchable in school, everyone avoiding them as not to make a fool out of themselves.

And then your gaze wandered to the other side of the area, your ex standing and laughing with his buddies about something, scaring every younger student passing them... Why the hell did you date that?

Your gaze returned to Caleb once again, he met your eyes and smirked.

Oh no.

Subtly pointing his finger in your ex's direction he directed your attention back to the lousy group.

Then you saw it, your ex tripping on air, falling head straight into the bin next to him.

You covered your mouth while giggling, the next second you heard sounds of laughter from all around you, everyone looking in the direction of the boy who somehow couldn't get out of the bin.

Your gaze returned to Caleb.

He sent you a knowing wink, succeeding in making you laugh louder.

You mouthed a quiet thank you his way, before finally turning into the direction where you spotted your friend group, who currently got very busy with taking pictures of the accident.

Well we all know that most exes are trash, but yours? Damn he took that one literally.

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[seokminfilm]

"kisses for you" ── lee seokmin

🤍 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, college au, fluff, established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, lots of kissing and touching, lots of giggling, reader is lowkey a tease, romantic tension yippee, seokmin is lowkey whipped for reader, seokmin calls reader lovie (i'm obsessed with that pet name okay), reader calls seokmin by his nicknames (seok, seokkie),

🤍 summary, just you and seokmin kissing the hell out of each other.

🤍 author's note, not even gonna lie seeing these pictures make me go insane 🚶was gonna write something about them the day the update happened but never got around to it so here we go!! sigh excuse for how feral i'm gonna go writing this 😞 this genre of seokmin is just damn perfection i'm sorry

🤍 now playing, les (childish gambino)

🤍 word count, 738 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

"hi, lovie." seokmin peeks his head through the door to your bedroom shyly, and you squeal as you jump up from the bed, running to him and tackling him in a hug.

"seok, hi. how are you?" you pull away, running your hand through seokmin's wavy hair as he chuckles lowly. "i'm good. tired, but well worked out."

smiling, you kiss him quickly, hands on his firm chest as you savor the taste of his familiar chapstick. seokmin is already melting under you before you know it, sighing heavily as you pull away.

"you're so evil, you know that? you know i look forward to your kisses after my workouts, and you attack me with one right at the bedroom door," seokmin whines, face red with embarrassment as he crosses his arms like a toddler having a temper tantrum. the pout on his face is adorable, highlighting his puffy cheeks and sharp nose as he frowns.

giggling softly, you cup seokmin's cheek in your hand, laughing even louder when you see seokmin start to break. he's failing to hold back a smile, and it makes you melt, unable to keep your hands off of him as you run your hands over his muscled arms. the white tank top seokmin was wearing strained his strong body, and you studied every dip of his stomach and flex of his muscle.

"i missed you so much, seokkie," you say softly, watching seokmin as he chuckles at your expression. he picks you up by your waist, kissing your forehead as he walks you to the bed, placing you back down on the sheets softly.

"not as much as i missed you, lovie. it feels like it's been forever since i've seen you." seokmin sighs, stripping himself of his headphones and phone as he makes his way over to the bed, crashing down beside you.

seokmin's cheek hits the pillow with a light thud, and his curly bangs start to spill over onto the pillowcase as you push them away softly, framing seokmin's face with your palm as you kiss his sharp nose. he scrunches his face in reply, unable to hide his smile as you continue to trace your fingers along his face.

"when will you kiss me?" seokmin asks innocently, a small whine in his voice as you scoot closer to him, arms instantly wrapping around his firm waist as you look up at him.

"hmmm, when you ask nice enough." you smile deviously, deciding to tease him a bit. seokmin's eyes suddenly go wide, and he starts to turn red, ears already starting to blush as he sighs. "do i have to?"

"do you want a kiss?" you smile, sitting up as seokmin does the same. he instantly switches his position─he's now sitting on his legs, hands in his lap as he looks up at you with big brown eyes.

"i do. please? can i have a kiss? i'll do anything, lovie." seokmin's so committed to the role you swear you can see tears forming, and you break instantly, sighing as you smile. "god, come here. you're too cute."

seokmin instantly unfolds and stretches out on the bed, reaching for you as you climb on him. seokmin starts to giggle, hand softly coming to cup your cheek as he pushes your hair away from your face.

"now, kiss me. please?" seokmin asks again, and you nod, smiling as you lean in and lock lips with him. seokmin lets out a soft moan under you, hands automatically coming to your sides as he squeezes you softly. you tangle your hands in his hair, breathing in his scent as you smile against seokmin's lips.

moments like these are what you lived for─you loved seeing seokmin at home with you, in your bed, softly kissing you like he had nothing else to do. it made you grow closer to him, you felt, and you always look forward to it─you know seokmin looked forward to it too. he told you that it was one of the reasons he worked out so hard.

once you pull away, you and seokmin are a sighing, blushing mess. you crash on seokmin's chest, the both of you giggling uncontrollably as seokmin pecks tiny kisses all over your face.

"i love you. so, so, much. so, so, so much you don't even know." seokmin whispers, and you giggle, falling silent as you smile softly. "i love you more, seokkie."

[kerink]

‘Fucked up that Bill is HAPPIER in Margaritabill than he is in Bill Wins lmao’ PLEASE ELABORATE!

one core feature of bill's character that is stable and consistent in my characterization of him is that bill does not compromise. he wants what he wants and he wants it exactly when he wants it and exactly how he wants it. i've said it before in another analysis but it's apropos so i'll repeat it: bill grew up hearing only no, being only ever denied and rejected, and now that he's the one in charge he refuses to ever hear anything other than yes ever again.

this is important for understanding how i conceptualize what is actually happening for bill's story in each au.

margaritabille follows canon exactly up until the next summer. this means bill has already enacted weirdmagedon, regained control over ford, begun evacuating the nightmare realm, had been defeated, and died. bill wins, however, only follows canon up until gideon makes his final deal with bill. in bill wins, bill is able to do all the things margaritabille is able to, except more. so much more. he doesn't just enact weirdmagedon, he successfully subjugates gravity falls and prevents any rebel faction from forming. he doesn't just regain control over ford, he is able to get ford to submit with minimal fuss and complaint, taking his family hostage to ensure ford is more or less compliant and amiable. he doesn't just begin to evacuate the nightmare realm, he makes tremendous progress doing so.

in margaritabille, bill has lost everything. he has lost the nightmare realm, the henchmaniacs, his kingdom, his control, his influence, his capture of those with the ability to harm him. he is vulnerable. but in bill wins, bill has everything he wants. (well, not everything, obviously bill has bigger plans than just coming to our dimension. but outrunning entropy and gaining a physical form are required for him to achieve the rest of his goals. and now that he's done it, he has no reason to doubt there's anything left standing in his way but time.)

this, however, means that in margaritabille bill has nowhere to go but up, while in bill wins the entire story revolves around not just dethroning him but killing him for good. bringing entropy to him.

in margaritabille, bill has a lot more than he actually thinks he does. he's on earth and out of entropy's reach. he has a physical form. the pines tolerate him and ford is sometimes even nice to him. bill may think he's hit rock bottom, but he hasn't! and maybe, this time, on his rise to power, ford really will join him willingly, maybe the pines will understand his goals and won't rebel against him. maybe there's a way for him to have his cake and eat it too.

while in bill wins, even though bill has peaked more than margaritabille ever did, it's not the life he envisioned. they're still trapped in gravity falls and it's hard to fit all the nightmare realm citizens into one tiny place. even if bill had been king of the nightmare realm there are still other gangs and warring factions that butt heads and challenge him. he needs to manage all the big personalities until he can break open the rest of the dimension and give everyone their space back. ford may play along with him but he's dead-eyed and bitter, obviously puppeteered, reciting the lines he's memorized. if bill had wanted ford this way he would have just rewired his brain in the first place! no, he wants ford to want it, and he can't figure out how to make that happen. the pines are constantly rebelling against him, so he's having to play 5-d chess and mind games with each of them in different ways at different times and it's a headache to keep up with it all. this isn't the party he wanted, he's on-call 24/7. (although, dw, he's still doing a lot of partying, but it's more coping than celebrating.)

there's a light at the end of the tunnel in margaritabille. in bill wins, bill is rapidly hurtling towards the ground without a parachute.

in margaritabille, bill is grieving a future he never really had. he didn't take the massive loss that he will in bill wins. he will never lose as much in the first as he does in the second. margaritabille is about how no matter the hardship, no matter the struggle, no matter the suffering, there is always a tomorrow for those willing to watch the sunrise.

in bill wins, bill is grieving a present he never got. it's a be careful what you wish for situation. he is fucking around and will soon be finding out. the more he tries to force things into their proper place the more they warp and misshape and try to wriggle from his grasp.

in acceptance and commitment therapy there's a framework for understanding acceptance that i think characterizes the two story lines well. in order to accept something you must be willing; we experience suffering because often we are instead willful.

willingness is the ability to say yes to life, however it comes. the example i give my patients is marriage: you know you and your partner will fight, you know you will both get sick, you know one of you will die first, but you marry them anyway because not having them at all is worse than having them bad parts and all. you are willing to live through pain in order to live through joy. i recently told a patient in order to have memorable experiences with friends you will also have funerals.

willfulness, on the other hand, is living life conditionally. it's trying to draw a perimeter and put up walls between you and what you will and won't accept. one metaphor for this i like is the shoe problem: you buy a pair of shoes online, they arrive and you discover they don't fit. if you are willing to accept the pain and frustration of this experience, then you're able to move forward to resolve it: can you return them? can you exchange them? if not, do you know someone they will fit you can give or sell them to? can you sell them online? can you donate them? if you are willful, however, then you will not admit there's a problem. in avoiding the disappointment of not getting something you really wanted and were looking forward to you force your feet into shoes that don't fit, you put them in your closet to collect dust.

in margaritabille, bill is moving towards willingness. not intentionally, not purposefully, but simply through conditioning. he's squatting in the shack and is unwelcome, he is aware of this. ford still has the means to kill or banish him, he is aware of this. if he toes too much out of line, the comfort and safety he has taken for himself will be his undoing. in order to live at the shack and be tolerated by the pines and build rapport with ford, bill must be willing to give up some of his control. he has to stop attempting to dominate the world and subjugate the pines, because if he does ford will just shoot him and that'll be the end of it. bill knows he has a good thing going here and he's not going to jeopardize it. he knows there is a future for him, he just has to grieve his loss and get back on his path.

in bill wins, bill is willful to a T. he will only accept the dimension, earth, gravity falls, the pines as he wants them. he doesn't understand why the nightmare realm citizens are behaving in ways that cause him headache, he doesn't understand why ford is faking it, he doesn't understand why he's trapped. he knows why, but it's not how this story was supposed to go and he will keep slamming the pieces on the table until they fit in the puzzle where he believes they're meant to be.

and he will lose everything, and he will suffer the whole time he does.

[quitealotofsodapop]

The tineline of Wukong Macaque's mate bond is simple yet so very tangled. When they were in the Brotherhood, they had a very strong soul bond, one that had a deeper connection to each other than the other members of the Brotherhood. In fact, they did have proximity telepathy, something they did not share with anyone else in the Brotherhood. Many of the times they'd spent goofing off with the Brotherhood had them have a lot of secret conversations.

Macaque: *expressing worry about their plans*

Wukong: You worry too much!

Wukong: *mentally* Don't worry, Mihou. I'll make sure you're okay mo matter what!

Macaque: *mentally* It's you I'm worried for, idiot!!

However, during the fight under the mountain, the bond shattered with Wukong's heart being broken the moment Macaque uttered the words "obsessive demon" towards him. Macaque had already been in so much turmoil from everything he hadn't noticed it, but for Wukong it felt very much like a molten knife had stabbed into his heart and torn it out of his chest, leaving nothing but jagged pieces behind. He never realized that he had broken Wukong's bond until many, many centuries later.

During the Journey Arc, Wukong was hesitant to let anyone close, still feeling the sting from losing his mate bond. He may very well have never opened up to the Pilgrims, and it would have been mutual had a very persistent dragon not kept dragging Wukong into the fold! Macaque, who had spied on Wukong after his first visit to FFM, saw this and became very jealous. For Macaque he believed Wukong was choosing these STRANGERS who held him on a leash over him, especially the stupid monk who's hurt and broken Wukong's heart on multiple occasions only for his bond mate to keep crawling back to him each and every time!! The fight that broke out and consecutive death ended up solidifying this, shattering the bond in its entirety.

Over thousands of years and more losses later, Wukong had all but sealed himself away and refused to let anyone close enough to form a bond, still feeling the pain from loaing so much in sich a traumatic way. It becomes debilitating over time since a shattered bond doesn't just heal itself. Then comes MK. Despite himself, Wukong finds himself almost immediately forming a bond with his excitable apprentice, and any attempts to backpedal only end up amking them closer. Meanwhile, Macaque gets revived, unable to even feel the remnant of his bond with Wukong anymore. He's absolutely pissed and wants to ANSWERS for their missing bond on top of getting revenge for his death. When he sees Wukong had 'replaced' him with a young apprentice, he is further incentivized to go after MK.

Their first clash. For Wukong, it's an opening of all his wounds fresh and lashing out because Macaque was the one to break his heart the very first time. For Macaque it's further proof that his bond with Wukong was well and truly gone as he had reached out towards him throughout that entire fight only to be unable to feel even the slightest sliver of Wukong's emotions form how tightly Wukong had his mental and emotional shields up. Macaque comes to the conclusion that their bond had been forgotten, that HE had been forgotten. This continues into Shadow Play and then the fight on the airship, although he does very conflicted about how Wukong looked during that second fight and the fact he STILL couldn't feel Wukong's emotions then.

Then, the Samhadi Fire happens. This whole situation was MESSY it best snd even moreso in the bond au becasue Wukong was juggling the strained bond with Nezha he swore had been severed but somehow isn't and also everything going on with the Noodle Gang, Mei, and Macaque. The bond actually breaks between him and the Noodle Gang for a brief moment, shattered by his own hand out of fear when he leaves to confront LBD on his own.

However, during this time that the bond was resparked between Macaque and Wukong.

It was in this exact moment when MK was explaining how he'd never abandoning best friend and the two locked eyes that it sparked their connection again, and the first time since being revived that Macaque had felt Wukong, truly felt Wukong beyond the shattered remnants of the and that echoed through, and all hia pain and regret and fear. He was completely speechless in that moment from the sheer strength of the emotions he felt. So naturally, he did what he always did when he got overwhelmed.

He left.

Wukong took that as yet another rejection from his former mate. The pain of rejection and losing his bond with the rest, however temporarily, only fueled him in his fight with LBD, thus whe he was SO MUCH more brutal in this fight than any other... but Wukong ended up being distracted and then possessed. Possession is a terrifying concept in this au as it sort of FORCES a bond of sorts between Wukong and the LBD. LBD uses it to subjugate Wukong and maintain her control over him. However, MK had drawn upon his bond with Wukong the first time to reach him and that, paired the newly rekindled bond with Macaque, allowed Wukong to break free. During this moment he was an open book and Shadowpeach were almost at the same level of telepathic communication they used to be at before the Havoc.

Immediately after the LBD's defeat, Wukong is backpedaling hard, though. He is still terrified of opening his heart to Macaque again and in deep denial about the bond. He keeps his emotions as tightly shielded as possible afterward, but unfortunately for him, pretending it isn't there won't help this time. Pretending only makes Macaque want to mess with Wukong more. That's why he's hanging around FFM in S4.

In the memories is when Macaque feels the full scale of Wukong's emotions. Being that he's in Wukong's memories, he can feel all of memory Wukong's emotions. This leads to some revelations about his former mate. The heart to heart is where Wukong opened his mental shield to Macaque for the first time of his own volition.

Wukong being resistant to let someone inter his heart again, including his own mate, is so perfect and sad I love it <3

And MK accidentally wriggling into his heart and solidifying himself as Wukong's student/son-figure. :3

And Macaque!! Convinced that Wukong has fully rejected/abandoned him, only for Wukong to let his soul-guard down and Mac feels the longing and grief of over a thousand years hit him!!1

As you can imagine, everything post-S3 is a huge marriage counselling session for the Shadowpeach couple. Literally feeling your mate's joys and pains through their memories does that.

Afterwards, Wukong and Macaque have weaponized "couple's telepathy" that they use to dunk on future foes/annoyances.

[frotees-corner]

Sweet Romantic Drabble

I have a bunch of scenes and introspections I want to eventually pen down for my canon SD!Rook Ceres and Lucanis, but I don't know when I'll get around to it and if I want to make a bunch of loosely connected one-shots or a whole fic out of it. I've only done half a chapter of one so far, set just after the romance lock-in, but I really like it, so I thought I'd just share it here for now (it's tooth-rotting fluff).

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Perchance to Sleep

Their comfortable silence grew, stretching like a cat lazing in the sun. Curious, Lucanis turned around, only to realize that Rook had dozed off, slumped to the side so her head rested on the armrest of the couch. He couldn’t help the smile that bloomed over his face.

Maybe he should have been offended, or worried that she found his company tiring, but he knew all too well how often the pressures of their job and her burden of leadership kept her up at night. She needed all the rest she could get.

As an assassin, people did not usually find his presence comforting. Even before the demon moniker - much less the truth of it - he had been told that others found him unsettling, fearing both his skill with a blade and the voice that commanded him to strike. 

Knowing that she trusted him - knowing exactly who and what he was - enough to sleep in his presence felt like a badge of honor.

He dried off his hands after putting the last clean dish aside before turning to walk in her direction, steps slow and measured and silent. Crouching down next to her, he allowed himself a moment to let his eyes roam over her, from the snake tattoo peeking out of her hairline down over the shallow curve of her nose to her full lips. Her hand was curled up next to her face and her legs pulled close to her body, the book she had been reading dangling precariously over the edge of the couch.

She looked so peaceful that he was loath to disturb her sleep, but if she remained like this she would not thank him in the morning, when she woke stiff and cramped. He reached out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, noting the way the corner of her mouth pulled up into a smile at his touch. Her skin was warm and soft under his calloused fingertips.

“You should sleep in your own bed, Rook,” he said quietly, a strange tightness in his chest. Maker, she was beautiful like this, flickering firelight glowing on her skin and all tension smoothed by sleep.

“Mmhh but I’m comfortable here,” she mumbled without opening her eyes.

He huffed softly. “You’re comfortable now, but you won’t be when you wake up again.”

“That’s a problem for tomorrow-Rook.”

“Come on, I’ll walk you back.”

She cracked an eye open, just slightly, and the smile playing around her lips widened.

“Only if you carry me.”

“Oh, so that’s how it is?” He smiled down at her, brows arched, before reaching out to cradle her in his arms. “Off we go then!”

She made a small sound of surprise as he lifted her, shifting to lace her arms around his neck and leaning her head against him. She was surprisingly light, for a fully grown woman. Probably something about elven bone structure, or else he’d have to make sure that she wasn’t skipping meals when she spent all day on her feet.

When he put her down on her own couch in her own room, the undersea aquarium at his back throwing a cold glow on the walls, her hand snagged in his lapel chain. He reached out to carefully untangle her hand, only to have her lace her fingers with his, holding on.

“Stay?” she asked quietly, something fragile and hopeful in her voice, and he froze.

It was not that he didn’t want to - Maker, he wanted her - but they hadn’t even kissed yet and this seemed a step too soon, too far, and she was half asleep already, and surely this wasn’t the right time …

She slowly opened her eyes to look at him, and a lopsided smile stole over her features.

“Not for sex, silly. Just for sleep.”

He felt a flush of heat flooding up his neck. Clearly, some of his turmoil must have shown on his face, and he swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat that was making it hard to breathe.

She was still looking at him with those clear eyes that seemed to peer directly into his soul, endlessly patient, ready to accept any answer he was willing to give. But he still remembered the flash of hurt in those same eyes the last time he walked away from her, and he didn’t want to cause her pain. Again.

He took a deep breath, letting it out in a rush. 

“Alright. But let me grab a blanket first,” he said softly, slipping off his shoes and bending down to retrieve her blanket from under the couch.

When he turned back to her, she was watching him with such unguarded affection that it took his breath away all over again, never once looking away as he carefully lowered himself next to her, arranging the blanket over both of them. As soon as he had settled in, she snaked an arm around his back, pulling herself close to him.

“Thank you,” she whispered against his chest, and his heart skipped a beat, realizing that she had expected him to decline, to pull away again. She deserved so much better than him, but if this was what she wanted, he would do anything in his power to make her happy.

Uncertain what to do with his hands, he decided to mirror her, curling an arm around her back, his hand coming to rest by her shoulder, where his thumb proceeded to rub absent minded circles over her shirt.

She sighed happily, snuggling closer, and he thought his heart might burst as he dropped his head to hers, breathing in through her hair, letting her sweet scent wash over him.

Ginger and Oranges and Happiness, Spite purred at the back of his mind.

He had never shared a bed with anyone, not since he was very young and Illario had sometimes snuck into his room for comfort just after their parents died. This was certainly not that, but there was an undeniable undercurrent of contentment that felt familiar, a peaceful warmth enfolding him in her embrace, lulling him to sleep.

He had really only meant to rest his eyes for a moment, letting her warmth soak into his skin to let him take a piece of her with him when he returned to his own space, but he was dead to the world before he could think to rise again.

When the waking slowly crept up to him again, like a tiger circling its prey, the first sensation that really registered to him was the warmth. The pantry always maintained a cozy temperature, thanks to the fire burning in the hearth on the other side of the wall, but this was different. This was the warmth of bodies under a blanket, of skin and breath in close proximity.

The second sensation was the smell, sweet and familiar and all around him, instead of the stale, earthy scent of onions and potatoes and coffee beans.

His eyes blinked open with a start, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. The stones over his head did not reflect the light of the many candles he kept burning in the pantry, nor the near complete darkness that greeted him when those burned out. The soft, cold glow along the ceiling belonged to the deep, to light filtering through water, and he shuddered, turning his back on the underwater tableau to his right.

This was much better.

Rook was still asleep, one hand fallen against his shoulder, slack jaw hanging open ever so slightly, entirely relaxed and entirely defenseless and entirely his in a way he could not describe. His heart felt over full, like it could burst and spill out of his chest at any moment. If time were to freeze at this very instant, he would not complain.

There was no way to judge the passage of the hours by the quality of light in here, but he felt more rested than he had in weeks, so he knew he must have slept for several hours.

So much for creeping back to his own bed in the night.

But there was no regret accompanying the thought, only a ruefull happiness at seeing her peaceful face so close to his. Without thinking, he reached out to gently run his fingers through her hair, relishing in the feel of the soft strands sliding over his skin.

When she slowly opened her eyes, he felt sorry for disturbing her rest, but only for a moment. The way her eyes lit up at finding him still beside her was worth anything.

“You’re still here,” she observed, voice laced with quiet wonder, and he knew he would never be able to sneak away again.

“I am,” he agreed softly, feeling like he could drown in her amber eyes. Maker, he wanted to kiss her. He should have kissed her a hundred times already. When he had hugged her after the devastation of MInrathous; when she kissed his cheek at Weisshaupt; when he first failed to kiss her; when she was there for him after talking to Zara Renata’s corpse; when she freed him from the prison in his mind; when he made Churros for her; …

But if he kissed her now, when he was already stretched out next to her, her body close enough that he could feel the heat off her skin through both their clothes? He didn’t know if he’d be able to stop, and he wasn’t ready for that yet.

But he had to do something. 

So instead, he reached for the hand that rested against his shoulder, shaking only slightly as he laced his fingers with hers and pulled both of them to his lips, brushing a chaste kiss against her knuckles.

“Good morning.”

He watched her eyes widen and grow dark, a blush blooming in her cheeks. Then she smiled, softly at first, but with a growing edge of mischief before leaning in, and he held his breath, heart fluttering in his chest, caught between panic and excitement as she brushed her nose against his cheek - and placed a gentle kiss upon the tip of his nose.

She was definitely grinning now, eyes sparkling with mirth while he tried to control his thundering heart.

His breath escaped him in a huff, almost a chuckle, at being so thoroughly seen.

“You’re impossible,” he said, dropping his forehead to hers.

“Ah, but in a good way?”

“In the best way.”

They just kept smiling at each other for a minute, giddy with happiness, like two idiots in a pot.

“Breakfast?”

“Breakfast.”

[asheyxash]

ever heard of taking a break?

pairing: producer jihoon x reader troupe: already lovers genre(s): est. relationship, slight angst if you really really squint, fluff warning(s): like one f word in the whole thing word count: ~1.6k summary: taking care of a sick jihoon who refuses to blatantly admit he's caught a nasty cold when he's dying and struggling to breathe is not going to be easy, but you'll do anything for him, even if it means getting sick.

wanted to write this because i think jihoon is the type of person who would insist he's fine when he's not and also i MIGHT be getting sick so yeah, just a quick one that took me only 25 minutes HAHA :D

work all mine, no reposting without creds, no stealing of published work, copyrighted:D

pt 1 of jihoon short series, read pt 2, "love is the best medicine" here!

you panicked as you came from the nearby pharmacy, holding a bag full of healthy food and medicine, ready to play nurse to your sick boyfriend, only to be greeted by an empty house. jihoon had obviously gone to his studio even after claiming he would be at home lying in bed, resting. you sighed, knowing he was stubborn like that. like, if it was you, not that you wanted to be sick or anything, but if you just so happened to be down with something, you'd jump at the perfect opportunity to skip out on work, and here you had your boyfriend insisting he could go to work, yeah sure he could, with a massive headache and a 39 degree fever from this morning before you left to buy stuff, you wondered just how much progress he had made. grabbing your things, you rushed out to the hybe building, one hand full of bags for him and the other with your phone.

knocking on the door to universe factory, none other than his studio, you heard the faint sound of someone sniffling. "ji?" you whispered softly, as you heard the sound of the door click before it opened. "oh, babe, hi. what are you doing here?" his raspy voice gave everything away as you smirked, "i should be asking you that question. go home, you're obviously sick." he rolled his eyes and wiped his nose on his sleeve, "i'm fine." his congested voice did not sound, "fine" but you followed him in anyway, shutting the door gently behind you. "hoon, have you listened to yourself? you sound like a dying cockroach." you crossed your arms as he shrugged, "an interesting way to put it , but it's just a little cold. i'll be fine." "whatever, at least eat your medicine and maybe i don't know, rest or something? ever heard of taking a break?" you shoved the bag of medicine into his arms as he hesitantly took it from you. you sighed, rubbing your temples, "baby, i know you don't want to, but it's for your own good." his voice sounded terrible as he went into a sudden coughing fit, making you grimace in sympathy from just how horrible they sounded. this time, you knew it was a bad cold and there was no way you were letting him off. "lee jihoon." uh oh, the full name was out as he glanced up at you, looking sheepish. "eat and i expect you to rest. you need a break." you glared at him, your voice firm and stern as he gulped, pinching forward with a sneeze, making you narrow your eyes as if to prove your point. seeing how he wasn't budging, you smacked his thigh, "hoon, i'm serious. i'm here to take care of you, okay?" your voice softens, "you're not feeling well, i can tell. you really need to rest so why don't you take your medicine and we can go home?" jihoon groaned, "y/n, you know i love you, but i have so much to do, at least let me finish". he paused, his breath hitching as you handed him a tissue. he sniffled after blowing his nose, clearing his throat. "sorry, i said, at least let me finish writing the verses for this new song. please?"

how could you say no to him? you caved in, your tone steady, "fine, but eat your medicine first, you have a max of thirty minutes, and then we're out of here, do you hear me?"

"loud and clear." jihoon's words were so soft as you took out the medicine and spoon fed him. his whines and protests didn't stop you as you watched him like a hawk, making sure he wasn't overworking himself under your watchful eye. your gaze was fixed on the clock and him, as he worked, the endless typing on the keyboard representing every second that ticked by. you were almost certain he had struck up a higher fever, as you saw him delete and rewrite yet another sentence. okay, that was it. his fever was too high, he was probably delirious, and there was no way he was getting anything done.

you stood up, walking forward to his computer and before he could say anything, you used your hands to block his screen. "hey babe, i'm nearly done..." jihoon stopped himself with the urge to sneeze again as you pat him back softly. he sniffled, looking at you as you snapped, your words harsher than intended, "hoon, i swear, save everything. we are going home right now." you immediately regretted your sharp tongue as you pecked him on the cheek, pulling him close to you, "sorry for raising my voice, i didn't mean to get mad. i'm just frustrated you are pushing yourself when your face is plae white and you look like you might collapse of air any second so for the sake of you and me, let's go home now, okay?" to your surprise, jihoon immediately pushed you away gently as he took off his headset,. "okay, okay, but maybe not plant your lips on me when i'm sick? i don't want you to get whatever i'm battling right no....now", he sneezed in the middle of his words, for like the thirtieth time of the day as you clung onto him even more. "i don't care if i get sick, you're my priority, and besides, my immune system is strong as shit." you then flexed your muscles, kissing him on the lips, catching him by surprise.

"babe!" he lets his lips off yours as you giggle, practically dragging his ass out the door. you hung onto his arm as the both of you walked to your car, him practically wheezing and coughing the whole way. in the car, you put your hand on his forehead and immediately retracted it, "gee ji, i bet you can cook a whole ass egg on that forehead! you're burning up!" he shot you an incredulous look as you playfully flicked his forehead, mocking his words in his voice, "i'm fine"!" he huffed and gave you a pout, but when he groaned probably from his fever, your smile dropped at the sight of just how bad a cold had hit him. usually your boyfriend could get through being sick within two days, drinking loads of water and like one pill, but this time round, he was definitely suffering. as the two of you reached back to your house, you ordered him to go to the bed and lie down, and that tone in your voice made jihoon know you weren't joking. reluctantly, he trudged his way up the stairs, you were following behind him. at the last step, he stumbled slightly and alarmed, your fast reaction managed to hold him tight by the waist. "jihoon, bed, now." you pointed at the bed who looked welcoming, as jihoon's face grew red.

"i'll be up there with you shortly, let me just cook you some chicken soup first. go sleep if you can okay? get as much rest because i don't think you're fine." you then shooed him off, planting a quick kiss on his lips making him blush before skipping down to the kitchen to whip up something for your sick boyfriend. usually jihoon would complain, talk back, but this time he just listened, too tired to even speak as his body dived onto the bed under the covers. his body gave in, and when you came back up with the food, medicine, and a glass of water all prepared for him, you smiled to yourself at the sight of your boyfriend sprawled on the bed, hugging your favourite rabbit pillow like it was you. he was mumbling something in his sleep, which made you frown. as you stepped nearer him, you could hear him repeatedly muttering things like, "how did i manage to pull the world's most perfect girl? how is y/n so caring? how did the universe land me with such an amazing girlfriend? i love y/n so, so much. she can control me all day." his words melted your heart, your smile growing wider than ever before as you set the items down on the nightstand. you took a towel and wet it with cold water, before placing it down on jihoon's forehead, hoping it would lower his fever as you snuggled in beside him.

your arms were wrapped around his as you softly planted a rain of kisses on his face, before whispering, "i love you jihoon, a lot." somehow, it was as if your voice was a key to wake him up as he blinked his eyes open slowly, before looking left and right, as if in disbelief you were cuddled in right next to him. slowly, realisation hit that you were there, ruffling and playing with his hair as his weak voice made you notice he was awake, "y/n...i love you too, so much. thank you for taking care of me." you winked at him, leaning in for a kiss as he looked skeptical, "okay, but don't blame me if you get sick."

"nonsense hoon, i never get sick, i told you my immune system is strong as fuck." you waved him off, kissing him anyway, your hands wrapped around his face as you continued, "you know, i've never seen anyone who wants to work when they can call a sick day."

"maybe because i'm actually fine." he replied cheekily, although you knew he secretly adored all the attention he was getting from you. "yeah yeah whatever workaholic, ever heard of taking a break?" the both of you giggled as you hugged each other to sleep. as the two of you dozed off, you gave him one more kiss, before going into your land of dreams.

[starkspondwater]

Dude I absolutely fucking LOVED the Jimmy fic you write him so well LIKE anyways chat could you write a smutshot for him maybe?/nf

-🐣 anon

Ahh!!! Thank you!! I overthink things a lot so I always worry about how the characters sound and if things come out the way I want them to, so that makes me feel a ton better!

I also most certainly can write something smutty for our Jimmy boy 😏😏😏 I get worried writing smut because part of me always thinks I don't write it well, but I told myself so long as I had fun writing it doesn't matter! And believe me this was very fun to write!

Summary: Despite having such a long week Jimmy still drags you to his friend's house for late night hang, but maybe with a few hints you can turn it around in your favor (SMUT)

Caught in the Act - Jimmy Valmer x Reader

Rolling your hips you took pride in the way Jimmy's eyes fell back. His fluffy brown hair was a mess, locks falling every which way from how you ran your fingers through it not 5 minutes earlier, something you knew that man loved.

Voices slightly rose to the room you two occupied, casual conversations unintelligible through the walls. It had been a long week, work shifts keeping you so busy you had almost no time for your own thoughts, much less a 15 minute meal break. When Jimmy suggested going to Clyde’s for a small kick back you just about told him no as you beelined for the couch, a nap calling your name- if only he didn't use his charm to his advantage.

Jimmy had a face that made it difficult to deny him anything with sweet, sincere eyes and a button nose. Coupled with his ability to make you laugh even through the hardest days, you found him very attractive, and thankfully he thought the same of you.

“Well, swee-sweetcheeks, if you take a nap before the party I guess w-we'll be bringing the ‘snore-dourves!’” as you giggled, giving him a peck on the cheek he shot out a quick, “what a terrific audience.”

“Give me 20 minutes and I'll be ready,” you had told him with a happy sigh, succumbing to the fact that tonight you were going out. At least you had Jimmy, and that you could work into your favor.

Clyde always insisted his get-togethers were going to be “absolutely wild” but continued to invite the same people each time, which meant it went the same each time. Tolkien sat on the couch lazily watching some game Tweek and Craig had been playing, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. Wendy and Nichole were somewhere in the kitchen chatting as they snacked and drank while Clyde messed around with an aux cord in the corner. 

It was always a treat to see Jimmy with his friends, seeing the familiar camaraderie that only came from years of closeness and trust. It was a bond you grew to appreciate for your boyfriend as you knew he didn't get to see them as often as he'd like. 

Once the two of you separated to talk to others, you put your plan into action.

Jimmy could read a room like a damn picture book. It was a skill that helped immensely with his comedy, being able to analyze a crowd and figure out just the right way to twist his wording of a joke to have them crying in laughter. 

He definitely knew how to read you as well.

He knew when your eyes were on him, the pleasant sensation of prickles on his neck making him glance back at you. He knew what it meant when you kept bringing attention to your mouth, fingers innocently resting on plump lips like you didn’t know what it did to him. He figured out what you were playing at when he saw the way your thighs squeezed together as you bent forward to grab a beer from the fridge. Getting up he made some light excuse to need the bathroom and gripped your arm as he walked past, beer and conversation long forgotten. 

On the other end of the house sat the master bedroom, empty for the weekend with the Donovans out of town. Kicking open the door Jimmy led you inside, and before you could get a word in he was dragging you down onto the bed.

“You really couldn't w-w-wait til we got back home?” With a grin and a twinkle in his eyes he watched your face bloom. “I knew I was hot but je-jesus Christ, babe.”

“Well what can I say, I needed something to unwind after this week.”

“I can certainly help with that,” his grin turned feral as he yanked up your shirt, hands greedily kneading as he took to your lips. 

Jimmy always approached sex like this, with a ferocity that was almost primal. Feeling desired was one thing but he made it seem like you were the essence he needed to live. It was exciting and fun, two things you had realized you missed in previous relationships.

It was no surprise to you how good he was at distracting you. Through kisses and nips, it wasn't until your pants were around your ankles and his hand dropped into your panties did you realize how things had progressed. 

“This w-w-wet already? Bit of a dirty girl tonight,” he already had one finger inside, making you gasp. Fingers grasped his shirt, wrinkling the fabric as you felt the rumble of a chuckle through his chest. As he continued to pump his fingers, having added another digit after a second or two, Jimmy observed your face fondly.

Part of the reason he was like this was simply because of you. You responded to him in ways that drove him fucking crazy and he found it addicting. With a subtle squeeze of your ass or fingers lightly grazing under your top, you would lean into him in want, those eyes of yours telling him things that weren't exactly appropriate for the public.

And he fucking loved it.

With your hands in his hair he felt his mind falter. The way those fingers played along his scalp and tugged at the strands felt so incredibly good he was sure he could cream his pants from that alone. Not that he'd admit it to you, but he nearly had done so a few times on occasion. Tonight, however, he wanted so much more than that.

Jimmy got his pants and briefs off quick, knocking over the arm braces he set aside in his haste. He gave a sheepish smile as you laughed, and for a split second you could see him as a rambunctious boy, playing hard and fast with his friends regardless of what scrapes and bumps they'd receive. 

Whenever that happened you felt your heart swell. He truly was a phenomenal man, part of you only wished you had met him much earlier in life.

In an instant that image was gone and in its place was a man with longing in his eyes, hands gentle at your sides. He had started to position himself over you when you enacted the next part of your little scheme. Flipping him over you heard him grunt as his back hit the bed.

“F-feeling a little feisty tonight, are we?” His voice might have had that usual hint of humor in it, but those half lidded eyes revealed more to you. 

Deftly removing your panties, you proceeded to sit yourself down on his groin, cock situated between your folds. Jimmy looked down as you rocked, slick juices coating his member in a way that looked completely sinful. His eyes were hungry watching your hips move.

“It's not like you to t-take your time, horndog.”

“I think you're talking about you there, Jimmy,” you chuckled, laying palms flat onto his clothed chest. You continued grinding, enjoying the feel of his slick head hitting your clit each time you rocked forward. 

You could hear Jimmy's breathing start to stutter, and with that you decided to take a bit of pity on your little boyfriend. Reaching down you positioned him at your entrance, feeling his hands grip your thighs as you slowly sat back.

You felt yourself stretch deliciously with every inch, your eyelids fluttering closed at the fullness. Once you had gotten all of him inside you sat still, relishing the feeling.

You could feel his cock twitch, his fingers starting to imprint themselves upon the soft flesh of your legs as they dug in. Jimmy wanted to say, his lips opening and closing in an attempt to form the words, but they only caught in his throat. With a cheeky smile, you started moving at an agonizing pace, the man underneath you nearly sighing in relief. 

Despite how you wanted to drag this out, you started to move faster and harder, the wanton need for more of that feeling greater than anything else. Throwing your head back, you adjusted the angle, leaning backwards. Jimmy's hand automatically came up to your breasts, your shirt still bunched up above them. 

Jimmy was unabashedly loud, his moans no longer breathy and stifled. Part of you knew you should make him quiet down, but hearing just how good you made him feel caused you to clench around him, increasing his volume in turn.

With legs aching you couldn’t help but slow, focusing on grinding down with your orgasm just on the cusp. With hands moving to the fat of your ass, you felt Jimmy begin to move you, bouncing you onto him.

“Getting tired already?” Is voice was rough as you felt him start to thrust his hips to meet you, the light plap-plap-plap of skin reaching your ears, “makes me think you w-wanted to be used like a f-fucking toy.”

When he talked to you like that you felt yourself go dumb. You knew he wasn't actually talking down to you, or being mean, but the use of those words when he was fucking you like this was enough to push you over the edge.

Feeling you start to shake Jimmy picked up his pace, thrusting harder and harder into you as his hands held firm on your ass. It was almost too much and he knew it, your keening filling the bedroom.

Jimmy didn't even stop when the door banged open.

“Oh my god, man!” Clyde cried out, his voice exasperated, “can't you do that at your own home? My goddamn eyes…” The door slammed closed and you could faintly hear the sound of laughter down the hall as Clyde complained.

That broke it, Jimmy halting his motions as the two of you giggled and tittered. I guess you were right about Jimmy being so loud.

“Well,” you started as you both calmed down, “…we should continue this at home…” 

You started to move yourself off of him when he reached forward, bringing you down until you were flush against his chest.

“Don't think I didn't know w-what the hell you were doing, Y/N,” you felt him smile into your hair, a soft kiss pressed into your locks, “or are you not gonna f-finish what you started?”

With a slight buck of his hips, you were going at it once more, Jimmy somehow getting even louder to the displeasure of one brunette downstairs.

[rdrclo]

Deep Red Velvet

Arthur Morgan x Reader

Inspired by a pretty painting, you model for Arthur as he draws you in the most intimate way possible.

1.9k words

I watched titanic earlier and felt inspired ;)

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Saint Denis was always a fine place to waste a day, and with you and Arthur together, there was never a shortage of things to do. You'd spent mornings drinking coffee in the bustling cafés, taken lazy fishing trips along the bayou, and even camped under the stars when you both wanted to get away from it all. But today was different—today, you were wandering through the quiet halls of an art gallery, a far cry from the usual dust and grime of your travels.

Arthur walked beside you, hands in his pockets, eyes flicking over the paintings with mild interest. He wasn't the type to wax poetic about brushstrokes or composition, but he liked good art when he saw it, and he wasn't shy about saying so.

Then, the two of you stopped.

The painting before you was different from the rest. A woman, nude, reclined on a bed of silk and flowers. Jewelry adorned her body, gold and pearl draped over her arms and throat, glinting against her bare skin. There was something intimate about it—not just in the obvious way, but in the way she was captured, her expression soft, her body at ease. She wasn't just on display; she was being admired.

Arthur let out a low whistle, tilting his head as he studied it. "Well, I'll be," he muttered. "That's real pretty."

You glanced at him, surprised at the genuine appreciation in his voice. "It is," you agreed.

Arthur nodded, arms crossing over his chest. "Reckon whoever painted this really knew what they were doin'. Ain't just some fella tryna show off a naked woman—it's more than that." He gestured toward the jewelry, the flowers, the way her body melted into the scene. "Feels... personal."

You smiled at his insight. "You should draw something like this," you said, nudging him playfully. "Im sure it would be lovely"

Arthur chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah. I ain't got the imagination for it. I gotta see somethin' in front of me—can't just pull it from thin air." He tapped his temple. "Ain't how my brain works."

You hummed in thought, eyes lingering on the painting a moment longer. It stirred something in you—an idea that sat on your tongue, waiting to be spoken.

The two of you finished your slow walk through the gallery, stepping out into the afternoon. The streets bustled with carriages and chatter, but your mind was elsewhere. You turned to Arthur as you walked, the words slipping past your lips before you could second-guess them.

"If you need to see something in front of you," you said, glancing up at him, "what if I let you draw me?"

Arthur stopped in his tracks.

You let the silence stretch, watching as his expression shifted—surprise first, then something else. Something thoughtful. Something interested.

"... Like that?" he asked, voice low.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Like that."

Arthur ran a hand over his beard, eyes flicking away as if searching for a reason to say no. He didn't find one. Instead, he huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

"Well... I sure as hell ain't gonna turn down an offer like that."

He didn't say much else as the two of you made your way through the streets of Saint Denis. He kept his eyes ahead, occasionally glancing at you as if making sure you were serious about what you'd just offered. You were.

You walked in step with him, feeling the energy between you shift—something new settling in, something unspoken but understood.

"You sure about this?" Arthur finally asked as you neared the finer part of town, where the buildings loomed tall with their grand balconies and polished doors.

You nodded, a soft smile on your lips. "I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't."

Arthur huffed, shaking his head as he ran a hand over his beard. "Hell," he muttered, mostly to himself.

The two of you stepped into the lobby of the hotel, a place neither of you would have much reason to stay in otherwise. The scent of polished wood and expensive cigars filled the air, and the floor beneath your boots was pristine—no dust, no mud, no sign of the life you usually lived, theres a bar, and a poker table, but its fairly quiet.

Arthur approached the front desk, clearing his throat. The man behind it glanced at him, taking in the worn edges of his clothes, the holster at his hip. Arthur wasn't exactly the kind of guest they were used to.

"Room for the night," Arthur said simply, reaching into his satchel for the money.

The man hesitated, but the sight of cash loosened his manners. With a nod, he slid a key across the counter. "Second floor. Down the hall to the right."

Arthur took the key and turned to you, jerking his head toward the staircase. You followed, the two of you moving in silence as you climbed the steps.

The room was nice. Nicer than anywhere you'd ever stayed, that was for sure. A grand bed sat against the wall, the sheets pretty and untouched. A small fireplace crackled faintly, casting a warm glow across the space. But your eyes went straight to the chaise lounge in the corner—deep red velvet, elegant and inviting.

Arthur shut the door behind you, exhaling slowly as he leaned against it. For the first time, he looked a little uncertain. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing between you and the lounge.

"You, uh... You still good with this?" he asked.

You met his gaze and nodded. "Are you?"

Arthur let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Darlin', I ain't gonna lie to you. I wanna do this, but I also don't wanna—" He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Don't wanna overstep."

You stepped closer to him, tilting your head. "Arthur, it's just you and me. We trust each other, don't we?"

That made him smile, just a little. "Yeah. We do."

With that, he let out a breath and reached into his satchel, pulling out his worn journal and a piece of charcoal. His hands were steady now, his expression settling into something focused.

"Alright," he murmured. "Let's get started."

You took a slow breath and moved to the corner of the room, fingers hovering at the buttons of your blouse. Arthur looked away, busying himself with flipping to a blank page, giving you the moment to undress in privacy.

The warmth of the fire touched your bare skin as you stepped toward the lounge, easing yourself onto it. You shifted, testing the feel of it beneath you before glancing over at Arthur, sitting on the bed.

He looked up, and for a moment, he didn't say anything.

Then, his voice came quiet and certain.

"Tell you what," he said, eyes sweeping over you with the same quiet admiration he'd given that painting. "I'll tell you exactly how I want you to sit."

Arthur swallowed, his throat bobbing slightly as he shifted. He kept his eyes on the blank page in front of him, tapping the charcoal against the paper in thought.

"Lay back," he said finally, his voice low and steady. "Make yourself comfortable."

You did as he asked, easing back against the chaise lounge. The velvet was soft against your bare skin, warmed by the fire.

Arthur glanced up, letting his gaze sweep over you—not in a hungry way, not in a way that made you feel exposed. No, this was different. This was careful. Intentional. He was looking at you the way he looked at his sketches, his eyes tracing the lines and curves, seeing something worth capturing.

"Move your arm—yeah, like that. Rest it behind your head." He motioned with his hand, guiding you without touch. "And your leg—bend it just a little."

You adjusted, settling into the pose he shaped for you. There was an intimacy in this, in the way he directed you with quiet precision. It wasn't just about the sketch—it was about trust. About the way you let him see you.

Arthur exhaled slowly, then, with a faint smirk, said, "Reckon I oughta say somethin' poetic right about now."

You chuckled, shifting slightly. "Go on, then."

He shook his head, eyes flicking back to his page. "Ain't got the words for it," he admitted. "But you look real pretty."

Warmth bloomed in your chest. You smiled, but said nothing, letting him focus.

The scratch of charcoal against paper filled the quiet between you. Arthur's brow furrowed in concentration, his fingers moving steadily as he worked. Every now and then, he'd glance up, eyes flickering between you and the sketch, making sure he got it just right.

Time stretched. The fire crackled, the city outside hummed with distant life, but here, in this moment, it was just the two of you.

After a while, Arthur leaned back slightly, tilting his head at his work. His lips pressed together in something thoughtful, something almost tender.

"... It's real good," he murmured.

You lifted your head slightly, curiosity sparking. "Can I see?"

Arthur hesitated. Not because he didn't want to show you—but because this sketch, this moment, felt different from the others.

But he turned the journal toward you anyway.

And there you were.

He'd drawn you with the same care he gave to his landscapes, his animals, his portraits. Every detail was there—the soft curve of your body, the way the firelight kissed your skin, the relaxed ease in your expression. It wasn't just a sketch. It was you.

You stared at it for a long moment, something warm and tight settling in your chest. "Arthur..." you breathed. "It's beautiful."

He rubbed the back of his neck, huffing a quiet laugh. "Well. Had a damn fine subject."

You met his eyes, and something passed between you—something unspoken, something weighty.

You sat up slightly, still holding his gaze before glancing down at the sketch again. Your fingers brushed over the edge of the page, careful not to smudge the charcoal.

"Can I keep it?" you asked softly.

Arthur hesitated. It was brief—just a flicker of something in his expression before he leaned back, shifting the journal closer to himself. He ran his thumb along the edge of the page, eyes flicking between you and the drawing.

"I don't like rippin' pages outta my journal," he muttered.

You tilted your head, watching him. That wasn't exactly true. You'd seen him do it plenty of times—tearing out sketches for Jack, passing doodles to Hosea, even using torn-out scraps for quick notes. But you didn't say that.

Instead, you just nodded, offering a small smile. "Alright."

Arthur exhaled through his nose, glancing at the drawing once more before closing the journal with a quiet thump. His fingers lingered on the cover, as if he were still thinking about it, still weighing something in his mind.

Then he looked back at you, smirking slightly. "Guess you'll just have to let me draw you again sometime."

Something in your chest fluttered at that.

"I guess I will."

And as you put your clothes back on, and arthur puts his journal away, your backs to each other,..

neither of you can stop grinning.