#Like I see one at least a few times a week and I'm like 'You literally just stole an entire thread word for word'

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BE MY VALENTINE -`♡´- ⸻ JJK MEN x READER

description⊹♡ valentine's day with different jujustu kaisen men.

pairings⊹♡ Geto Suguru x reader, Nanami Kento x reader, Fushiguro Toji x reader, Kamo Choso x reader, Higuruma Hiromi x reader, Ryomen Sukuna x reader, Gojo Satoru x reader cw⊹♡ oral sex (m! receiving & f! receiving), face riding, grinding/dry humping, lot of dirty talk, uses of pet names, finger fucking, squirting, some spit action :3c, overstimulation, breeding kink, secret relationship, established relationships, degradation, mean name calling (i.e., slut), TEASING!, fem oriented reader in some scenarios, uses of fem pronouns in some scenarios,

a/n: playlist by yours truly, songs in order of each character. my valentine's gift to you guys <3 (let's hope there is not many mistakes i have not proof read half of it)

GETO SUGURU જ⁀➴ ♡ I'm tuned into that pussy, so don't touch the door

Having a musician for a boyfriend is hard. Especially when you're not really a public figure yourself. And it's harder during certain holidays to see each other, one of those days is valentine's day.

You almost lost all hope when all of the plans you two made started to fall short one by one. It wasn’t until at the end of the day, when you fully gave up on seeing Suguru, someone rang your doorbell. You were expecting the food ordered, and instead it was a huge figure clad in all black, mask and sunglasses on his face, and a hat covering his head. From afar— or up close really— it would seem like a burglar, but also what burglar rings the doorbell and patiently waits to be let in. But you've been in this situation before, so it was not surprising when the guy just picked you up on his shoulder and walked right in like it was his own apartment. 

“Goodness Sugu, give me a warning first.” you whined, despite the smile stretching on your face. “Wouldn’t be a surprise then sugar.” 

In a flash he dropped the bouquet, and bags filled with gifts, by the door. Then he threw his phone on the couch before walking into the bedroom. It always brought you to awe, having one of the biggest musicians and rockstars, stripping in your humble apartment. “At least eat and freshen up first.” you chuckled, leaning back up on your elbows, “You say that yet you are ogling me like a piece of meat.” he said with a half smile. 

“Gotta give you a banger before valentine’s day is over.” 

That’s how you ended up kneeling on the floor, sucking Suguru’s cock— despite his complaints. Yet here he was, throwing his head back in pleasure and shoving your head down on his cock. Suguru may not be a big moaner, but he is one to whine and a grunt. “Come on sugar, you can take more. I know you can.” Suguru tangled his fingers in your hair, scratching your scalp with one hand and pushing his cock down your throat by your neck. Drawing out little tears from the corner of your eyes. “Aw. my poor baby, can’t take more?” you hum with your lips touching the base of his cock, drool spilling and pooling around him, as you look up at him; praying the big doe eyes work on him to have some mercy on you. 

“You are going to disappoint me sugar? Hmm?” he pauses to let out a grunt then continues. “I snuck out of work for you, got you your favorite flowers and all those gifts, and you are telling me a few weeks away from me and your throat has forgotten my shape? You wound me.” 

So, to disprove his point, you use your occupied mouth to answer him— by putting one of your hands on his solid thighs and the other on his hard abdomen, almost finding comfort on his soft happy trail— and bobbing your head up and down on his dick. Which results in him throwing his head back with a really loud grunt this time, echoing through your walls. “Th-there goes— Hah— my superstar.” 

Suguru’s body starts recoiling, as one of his hands finds itself on the base of your throat, feeling the stretch of his cock going in and out of the tight canal. He slides one of his foot to rub your panty clad cunt, making you moan and whimper, as you take him out of your mouth to lick around and press your tongue on his tip, while you jerk him off with both of your hands. As you continue to grind on his leg, lick and pump his cock— he shoots ropes of cum all over your face and shoves himself back in your mouth to let you get a taste of the rest of it, heavy and twitching on your tongue. 

Just as you swallow his cum and he pulls you up to his lap, his phone starts ringing in your living room. Suguru continues to kiss you and suck around your neck, unbothered, because he knows it is from his manager. The phone keeps on ringing; one missed call, two missed calls, three missed calls—  on the fourth call, you shift to get off of him and get his phone. When he slams you down on your bed and pressed himself against you.

“Do not even dare to open that door.”

NANAMI KENTO જ⁀➴ ♡ he's taking me to cloud nine

Finding a man who genuinely wanted to be with you, these days, was not an easy task. If you're a person who wants to settle down with someone by 30, have kids by 32 and retire by 60—then you are bound to lose some hope after going on dates, ending up in situationships after situationships, and of course, getting ghosted. So, when you met Nanami Kento, it just felt too good to be true.

You met him through a mutual friend, as you were on a cafe date with your friend and he happened to be there as well. When she introduced you two, you still remember the tightening in your stomach and the shiver that ran down your spine, as he shook your hand. While you debated with yourself the entire day about asking your friend for his number—he texted you. And you just knew, if you had to put a number on it, he was a perfect ten (or maybe your standards have become too low after dating garbage men).

After the most perfect first date, he made sure to show you what a standard should be—way above the bare minimum. And everytime you would doubt yourself or the relationship the two of you started to foster, he would make sure to break down such doubts with vehement confidence that you were it for him. He made sure to tell you that he wants to be exclusive with you on the very first date, got you flowers every week, got you personally baked goods, had you over at his place for a home cooked meal, reassured you that if you did not want to do anything more than making out, then he would not ever mind that— he wanted to be with you on your terms, at the condition of having you all to himself. And you could not believe how you manifested him.

It has now been 1.5 months since you two became an item. And this valentine’s day you wanted to take the leap and have this man nail you down. 

It was the most picture perfect day, and at the end of it when he parked his car in front of your building, you made sure to drag him in with you. “Are you sure about this honey?” he sighed in your mouth, the grip of his arms getting tighter around your waist “more than sure Ken.” you said, as you dove back in to kiss him.

Nanami had you sprawled on your bed, one hand holding himself up to not crush you with his weight and the other pressing you further into the soft sheets by your waist. “I am asking this one last time sweetheart, are you sure? Because if we progress, it might be hard for me to hold back.” Nanami asked you with the most gentle tone, looking softly into your own clouded eyes, his forehead resting on yours— “I have never been more sure about anything in my life. Please Ken.” you whined as you pulled back on your lips, “just so you know, i might not be so gentle, but rest assured if you want to stop any moment, i would not hesitate to do so.” and you nodded along to him, i mean how could you have known an angel like Nanami Kento could be such a freak in the sheets— in his defense, he did warn you. 

Kento had both of your legs hanging on his shoulders, as his fingers dug and left a mark around your hips. Who knew Nanami was the guy to leave marks all over his significant other’s body, except places easily seen by others. “You there with me love?” he said with his face buried in the crook of your neck, voice hoarse from all that grunting he did on your cunt when he ate you out like you two did not have an excellent dinner just earlier. Probably also why you just laid there overstimulated out of your mind, to answer him with words. All you could fathom was a low hum, as he continued to thrust into you. Before this you’ve only felt his dick through his pants, and even then you knew he was hung; but having him in his sheer naked glory, nailing the shit out of you—as you wanted— you were perplexed how did he even fit himself inside you. 

“You need to use your words sweetheart.” he said with a mean thrust as he let one of his hands go from your waist to your head, holding your face up by the chin to look into his eyes. “Ca-can’t Ke-n” you mumbled somehow, while your vision started to lose focus. “Yes you can. Be a good girl for your Ken, and tell me what you want.” he demanded with each thrust closing down of your cervix, making you almost go numb. 

“Please Ken. harder. Your cock. more” you uttered somehow, arms tightening around his biceps.

“Filthy little mouth you’ve got on you honey, like your filthy pussy gripping onto me” he paused to get out a grunt “you hear her? She sure has been waiting for me huh?” Nanami said in a patronizing tone. 

You were in no condition to say anything more, as you vehemently twitched and frailed around under him, feeling the tip of his thick cock hitting your cervix at an tremendous speed and impact. “Want—god— me to make you cum love?” you somehow managed to  nod a yes, “Anything. Just anything and everything for you.”

And with those last words from Nanami, and one of his hand rubbing circles on your clit, you came undone around his cock. The waves of spasm and squelching noise between your bodies, drove him near his own climax as he continued to pump in and out of you through your release. He bottomed out for a second and flatly laid in your arms, letting your twitching legs down his legs and gathering your limb body in his arms. He kissed every feature on your face and whispered praises in your ears, as you got down the glowing high of your third orgasm of the night. Your eyes started to close, consciousness slowly drifting away, when Ken whispered in your ears—

“I must apologize, love, but I cannot let you sleep just yet. ” he pressed a soft kiss on the shell of your ear, as hips started moving again. “Your pretty cunt just got simply acquainted with me, I must leave a better impression on her, ”

FUSHIGURO TOJI જ⁀➴ ♡ just take what's yours, don't run from it

Imagine getting broken up with a week before valentine's week. Then doing overtime for the entire week, and having to go on a business trip with the coworker you cannot go a second without getting into a disagreement (sure let’s call it that). You were forced to spend the day before and the day of Valentine's Day doing work, but you were also thankful to be busy on the eve, otherwise you might have spent the day rotting on the couch and wallowing in your misery. 

And yet of all the people you couldn’t have guessed at the end of the business trip, Fushiguro Toji would take you out for dinner and pay for a meal. Apparently he made a reservation and everything, in a city he was not even familiar with. All that effort to comfort a coworker, he apparently did not even like, was a little unbelievable. Hence the question you asked was only valid, “why are you doing all of this?” 

“What do you mean doll? Just being nice to ya’.” he says as an easy smile stretches across his face. “You being nice to me is definitely strange.” you said suspiciously.

“I’m always nice, especially to you, doll. You're just always a bit paranoid.” He spoke while working on his plate. Surely this dinner meant nothing, it also meant nothing when he comforted you the day before on the flight, or when he bought your exact coffee order. I suppose it also meant nothing when you guys ended up making out on the cab ride home. Or how you ended up in his hotel room naked, on his bed, sitting in between his legs with your back facing him as his fingers went in and out of you. 

“T-there.” you somehow let out in between obscene moans. You have never had hands as huge as his quite literally ramming in and out of you. The girth and length of his finger, as well as the callousness made you question what was behind his underwear. 

“Here doll? Want me to go harder? Make ya’ cum?” you nod a weak yes to him. Unable to use the voice stuck in your throat, as his fingers started grinding themselves inside you, putting the right amount of pressure when needed and looking for the spongy walls behind your clit to drive you right where you needed to be. 

“Wah, that’s all ya’ need to cum? Hmm. that shitty ex of yours sure did not know how to handle all that huh?” he smirked against your neck as his other hand slid down, from where it found home on your tits, to rub constant circles on your clit. Right as he did so, your hand flew to his arm, clawing to either make him stop or make him keep going—he would not have it any other way. 

“You gon’ come on my fingers doll? Hmm? Get yourself wet enough to fit my cock in ya’ tight pussy?” he whispered in your ears as both of his hands continued working on you, his middle and ring finger found the spot inside your walls which made you jerk and whine. As you started to go practically jelly in his arms, he pushed past a third finger inside. “N-no, can,can not.” you pleaded to make him stop, mind and tongue going mush to say anything comprehensible. 

“If you can’t even take that much doll, how are ya’ gonna take my cock? ” he let out a little chuckle as you came undone around his fingers and lost the rest of your sanity when he landed his lips on yours to probably comfort you through the orgasm. 

“Let’s make sure ya’ forget that shitty guy.”

KAMO CHOSO જ⁀➴ ♡ don't hesitate, come into me

Dating Kamo Choso was a dream. You met him during college; he was the tatted up nerd who spoke to no one but the few people around him; a cliche really, who looks scary from a far but is a total softy. And no one knew that better than you of course (other than his brothers). 

So it has been really difficult being away from him, all the way in another city, pursuing your further education while he finally opened his tattoo shop he wanted to since forever. As happy as you were for him, to finally have his artistry being appreciated, you couldn't help but feel a bit salty—well it was not easy to own your own business. So you did not push him any further when he told you that he can not go make it to you on valentine’s. Initially the plan was for you to visit him back home, spend the morning with him and his brothers, get dinner with him and just well, it has been a while since you two did anything more than sexting—even phone sex has become hard to organize with how busy the schedules have been. So you were really excited about the lingerie you bought especially for him. 

At the end of the day when you strolled in your apartment building, hating on couples around you the entire day, salty about not having your own boyfriend near you— you were nothing but surprised to see standing there in the middle of your apartment; wearing an apron, and setting up the table with food he probably cooked. That was a sight you could get used to, you thought. And suddenly had tears streaming down your cheeks. It took Choso awhile to sit you on his lap on the couch, and comfort you, who knew you were that frustrated about everything. After you calmed down, you guys had dinner, which was simply amazing. And exchanged the gifts you got each other, seeing him open the wrapped up gifts you got him, made you realize how disappointed you would have been if you simply had to mail it to him. 

And when he opened the last gift, with black frilly and lace lingerie set; he went beat red. You took the set from his hands and stood up from where you were sitting on the bed, “Let me properly show you your gift baby.”

For a guy as sweet and soft, your boyfriend sure was a freak when it came to you. It was especially apparent when he had his face buried in between your thighs and hands gripping onto them, keeping them in place, practically smothering him—and he would not have it any other way—as he licked the juices coming from your pussy, through your panties. The pressure from his tongue and the rough texture from the panties adding onto the pleasure. “You are always so sweet, baby.” he hummed in between his licks.

Suddenly he started to shove his tongue and a finger inside you, through your panties. As he slightly pushed away part of the panties covering your clit to suck on it zealously.  “Cho. baby, please just. Omg” you went on, not making much sense of anything, simply aching to have him completely inside you. Have his shape reformed around your walls. “Won’t let me savour you a little while? Please?” he looked up at you, giving you big doe puppy eyes—his face was still partially covered by your thighs, and his tongue was flat on your clit. The sight alone could have a person faint, and here he was fingering you and simultaneously eating you out, through your pantues. The feeling of lace and sometimes his fingers or tongue scratching your walls, had you delirious. 

He pushed away the panties and finally used two fingers, to stretch you open, to slide his tongue inside you. With a blurry gaze and numb jaw, he ate you out like he was never getting the opportunity to do this again. Probably took a minute or so for him to have you squirt all over his face. When he came up from between your, now jelly, legs— his face was soaked in your juices, his eyeliner  all messed up and hair sticking to his eyes, which were also soaked. His gaze stayed stuck on your cunt as he opened his mouth to stick out his tongue and have some of his spit dribble on your pussy. To then go back in and clean it all up with big stripes of lick. 

“Come into me baby,  fill the empty spaces.” you mutter in a low barely audible voice, before he ripped your panties off you.

HIGURUMA HIROMI જ⁀➴ ♡ wanna try out some freaky positions?

Higuruma Hiromi is the perfect husband, within his capacity. He is a dedicated lawyer, an attentive father, a good friend to many and just very tired. So you don't hold special days over his head—after all he goes through to make your birthday, the kids' birthdays, and anniversaries special, it was the least you could do. Which meant valentine's day plans were left in your care.

And when after dinner you guys were making out on the bed, thankfully kids were sent to spend the day at grandparent’s place; Hiromi thought that the longer morning cuddle sesh, brunch, gifts and dinner was the end of it—but when he went to grab a hold of your ass to move you off from on top of him to under him, he was taken aback to find his hands bound to the headboard with pink fuzzy handcuffs.

“I suppose this is part of your gift, darling?” he let out a chuckle as he slid down to lay flat on the bed, completely giving up the reins to you.

With a faux innocent little smile you said—“Serving you punishment for being so irresistible.” “Sure darling.”

With that Higuruma had you bouncing on his cock. Even when it was only halfway in and already had you struggling, it made you question how you took him on the regular. You whined to Hiromi “So perfect Hiro, ugh. Help me out here.”

“I thought you wanted to do everything darling?” He smiled at you, probing at you. “Please. Please Hiromi.” With one snap of his hips, the entirety of his cock was inside you. And within a moment Hiromi’s hands were freed from the flimsy decorative handcuffs. The very next moment his hands were on your hips, as held you down on his lap. He had you sit there pretty, as he did all the work to snap his cock in and out of you at a speed you could not achieve by yourself.

His cock kissed your cervix again and again as if it would almost penetrate through the canal and go straight into your womb. He had every intention of making a third little Higuruma tonight, as he filled your walls with his seed. As he slipped out of you, you laid completely flat on top of him, out of all the energy you thought you had.

And after a quick rest Higuruma maneuvered you to sit on right on top of his face, holding you down to his nose and mouth by your hips, neglecting all your protests in fear of suffocating him. At the end of the day he was well aware of your love for his nose, and he was never afraid to use it to shower you in affection.

“Goodness Hiro, you are- can y- ah.” You stuttered when his tongue shoved the cum dripping from your cunt further in, making sure no droplet was left behind. So that you take every speck of his seed and bury it in your womb. All the while licking around the entrance to clean up any leftover cum, giving little kitten licks of comfort to your clit.

“What? I thought we have tried freakier positions.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA જ⁀➴ ♡ like this pussy designed for you

Sukuna was not one to be excited for festivities, especially valentine's day. He believes it is definitely a scam. And yet when you get all dejected about not having any plans with him for the day, he reluctantly tells you to clear your schedule and takes the entire leap. He plans the day so thoroughly and to every last detail, you wouldn't be able to tell if he didn't have any experience in this area.

I'm talking breakfast in bed, gifts, whatever you've eyed in the last couple of days. Flowers and chocolates, dinner at a Michelin star restaurant, a hotel room with a heart shaped bed, rose petals scattered all over it, dimmed lights, candles and all—as cliche as it was, you deeply appreciated all of it. 

Especially how the silk sheet felt on your naked body, and how your body felt when you felt Sukuna’s pulsating tip ramming itself up to your cervix. Or how the silk sheets sliped right out of your hands as you held onto it for your dear life. How your entire body was slipping out of his grasp. 

“Stop running from me brat.” He held up your legs tightly to his chest, securing you so you'd not slip up from the sheer impact of the pressure he was putting onto your hips.

“You liked your valentine’s day?” He bent down to move his face closer to your ears, folding your body in the process. “YES. YES.” you shouted, to answer his question or to his cock hitting you in the right places—not apparent.

“Yeah. Let me give it to you good, hmm?” He lifted off your hips from the bed and git on his knees to alter the position slightly, and reach your inside at an angel he didn't before. The thrusts of his hips sent literal shocks and shivers through your body. One of his tatted up arms, curled itself around your ass and lifted off of it to come back down, to place a glass shattering smack. Which was surely going to leave behind a mark. Sukuna was not one to be afraid of leaving marks anyway. The marks of his teeth and purple bruises scattered all over the expanse of your body was witness to that testimony.

He changed the position to then simply wrap your legs around his hips, to move over you and plummet his cock in you at a harder and rougher pace. “Give it to me kuna. All of it.” The pleading was going straight from his head to his dick. “Yeah? Want me to shoot all up in this nasty little cunt? Hmm.” The emphasis of each word was highlighted with the thrust of his hips. “Make my pretty slut’s pussy is made just for me. Right?” 

“Custom made.” He chuckles at that reply, before shoving his face in the crook of your neck and cumming in loads right inside of your cunt, which seems to have molded itself around him so well it's impossible for him to move.

Yet he manages to take his cock out mid orgasm, to then cum all over your stomach. With the last drop of cum squeezed out of him, he rubbed the cum gliding around your stomach, all over your tits. And then took the same hand to shove the leaking cum back inside your walls. 

“Don’t you look the nicest with my cum on you, brat?”

GOJO SATORU જ⁀➴ ♡ let me show how to use your legs

No one could beat Gojo Satoru’s valentine's game. He starts with the 7th and honestly the endless shower of gifts, flowers, hugs, and kisses never really stop. 

So when on the 14th he wakes you up way too early in the morning and makes you spend the entire day out, a little suspicion does arise. Because who is gojo Satoru if not a morning cuddle (& sex) fiend? But you don't think too hard about what he might be getting in your apartment as you two roam around different cafes and shops. 

The answer was mirrors. When you came home at the end of the day, you were glad to not find anything out of place, so you just straight up asked him about it. And to answer your question, he simply led you to your bedroom and when you didn't find anything new anywhere, he came to stand behind you and lifted up your chin with two fingers to look up at the ceiling.

Where the image of your and your boyfriend's reflection, reflected back at you. 

“Mirror sex but better sweets, happy valentine's day.”

You were on top of Satoru, riding him into the dawn, as he stared at your figure going up and down in his cock; into the mirrors above you two. Your head was thrown back, facing upwards, which made things better for him. His tongue was out of his mouth, panting like a pavlovian dog, at the sight of your tits bouncing. 

“Turn around angel. Lemme do the rest.” He turned you to have your back face him, while he sat up to make you bite on your earlobe and thrust his hips up. 

Even with his hips gyrating through your walls at a precise and familiar, but oddly more rougher, pace—his eyes were only focused on your reflection. Sitting right on top of him, one of your hands tangled up in his hair and the other on his hand which was running over your clit. The reflection in the mirror had a similar o-shaped open mouth on, with your head thrown back on his shoulder and body completely melting into his. Your chest heaving up at a more rushed pace, making your tits bounce along them.

“Aren’t you just so glad your perfect boyfriend gave you another perfect valentine's day? Hmm.” His tongue slid around the dents in your ear, “god I am getting a house made of mirrors and fucking you all over it.” 

“That.i-is simply so, so, i- impractical, toru.” The moans and whimpers kind of choked in your throat with the loss of breath, over his hips denting up your cervix. “Hmmm. Then I guess this will do, for now.” 

He laid back down on the bed with your body still on top of him, the entirety of your naked glory,reflecting back in the mirror. The shape of his reddened cock sliding in and out of your glistening pussy, the entrance of your cunt eagerly swallowing him in, and your clit all puffy and swollen, in between in fingers—he is burning the entire thing in his retina. 

“Look at you sweets. Could put the entire porn industry to shame.” He got a hold of your face, making you look up at your own reflection— leaning into his body, and getting railed into beyond by his cock. His blue eyes were practically glowing and staring right back at you with hooded eyes, hungry for more than what he's already been served. And it was enough to make you come undone on Satoru. Gushing around his dick, splatter of your cum going here and there with his constantly moving hips. And Satoru was more than satisfied with his purchase to have introduced him to the new wonderful sights of your body. 

“Let's hope you're well hydrated, you'll be needing it, sweets.”

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A/n: header from Yamada-kun to Lv999 no Koi wo Suru and dividers by @/cafekitsune & @/strangergraphics-archive. putting out something nasty before high school gojo which is just fluff and pining (it's killing me). choso one got really nasty ahem (insane about my babyboy). musician geto comeback as promised, he is going to be a reoccurring character on my blog me thinks, but what would ik :p not like i have any control over my writings or blog

sorry but i have been feeling like shit since exams ended and doing the last week of my internship.

!!!TMI TIME!!!

me when i got myself all hot and bothered writing about musician geto and thought it wouldn't happen again for the rest of them (it happened again):

had to take breaks in between all of them to gather myself. i want these men so bad it's honestly not funny. hope you guys had fun reading, no idea if i did a good job writing down what i pictured in my head.

[dolche-tejada]

"I respect shirakumosolos opinion because he's realistic"

Saying villains shouldn't get an happy ending because it's unfair isn't realistic, it's just moral. And claiming these villains deserved to die because "an eye for an eye" isn't either, it's the classic edgy teenager bs you can find everyday on the Punisher subreddit.

"and I also see what you're trying to convey but the world didn't work like that."

Yes and that's kinda the problem in MHA. The Hero Society is consistently framed as heavily fucked up but in the end, problems are either swept under the rug or superficially addressed. Yet Horikoshi treats this situation as if everything was fixed or soon to be when no, shit barely changed.

"You are disappointed with the ending of the manga because the Hero is alive and well after they save the world from the villains."

Nope, I'm actually disappointed by how villains are either dead or incarcerated for life in miserable conditions despite Horikoshi spending hundreds of chapters building up themes and a development for them which should have logically resulted with them being saved.

If a story promise its audience something only to do a 180° at the last minute and pretend it was the logical conclusion, it's perfectly legitimate to call out this bullshit for what it is.

And since this is the topic of this post, I'm also annoyed by how Horikoshi unfairly favored the heroes with a blatant lack of consequences for their actions and stakes overall while the villains suffered from them at every corner. Not by the heroes winning a conflict they were obviously going to win at the end...

"Villains who caused the mass destruction in Japan, which in turn cause harm to the public."

Which doesn't change anything to my point. Yes the LoV committed atrocious crimes across the plot, it's undeniable. But the thing is it isn't the point, the question wasn't about whether they should be forgiven or if they deserved a redemption. Hell Tomura, Toya or Toga never even asked for that to begin with, none of them seeked forgiveness (at least not for killing people).

Their entire point was about them being saved by Deku, Shoto and Toga, this was literally their arc but they weren't. Horikoshi can sugarcoat that with all the "Toga was truly happy thanks to Ochako", "Toya got to reunite with his family" or "Tomura got his soul saved by Deku", it's just narrative gaslighting.

Despite all his speeches about trying to understand and rescue Tomura, Deku didn't save him. Worst, he never made a proper plan to save Tomura or tried to talk with him despite this being literally his goal for weeks

The only thing Deku did during the final arc was beating the shit out of him so hard his body crumbled to dust. That and taking a look at his backstory...

Toya spending some time with his family is sweet but it would have been way more coherent if Horikoshi wrote an ending where he was actually saved by them like they textually intended to. Instead of painfully keeping him alive for a few years before passing out offscreen...

As for Toga, I'm pretty sure that suicide doesn't count as "being saved" either, even if it's to save someone you care about.

"I see your point and I truly wanted the Lov to live but they already redeemed themselves by saving the people they care about.

Except again, that was never the point, this story wasn't a redemption one about a group of "evil" characters trying to be better and actually doing so by sacrificing themselves at the end.

It was a story about a new generation of heroes learning from the mistakes of the previous one and improving society by saving villains instead of just beating them to a pulp (something textually framed as wrong many times) among other things.

But again, it just didn't happen. None of them were saved.

"Toga bleeding to death trying to save Ochako not because she scared of Tartarus"

Meanwhile Toga a few instants before sacrificing herself

"because she finally have someone who understands her and sees her. A friend."

And because from her own admission, she knew dying was still better than rotting her whole life in prison, even with Ochako for friend.

"Shigaraki is free from AFO control. Cool."

And he died like 15 seconds afterwards due to Deku beating him into dust so it may just be me but I don't get how he's supposed to be free now.

"No concrete proof that villaint will murder innocent people. Didn't Dabi confessed on the live TV that he killed 30 peoples include innocent people?"

This point concerned Twice, why are you switching the subject on Dabi ?

"The hero shouldn't kill the villain but the villain can kill the hero?"

When your job is literally neutralizing criminals without killing them, that you can effortlessly subdue them at any point and that they are trying to run away, yes stabbing them in the back is rationally not justified, in addition to being also outright fucked up.

"I can't take the logic because look at Batman and Joker."

Yes and Batman isn't in the wrong for not murdering him. I've already had this debate hundreds of times, I won't refute the same eternal bs arguments once again.

"Eye for an eye."

Believe it or not but most modern societies have evolved over the last few centuries beyond this childish and stupid approach of justice.

Also for someone who truly wanted the LoV to live, it's strange that you're reasoning exactly like the people who wanted them dead.

You know, I think this ending would have been slightly less of a fucking disappointment if the heroes hadn't been so unfairly favored by Horikoshi compared to the villains. I mean, seriously

Deku destroys every bone in his body multiple times throughout the story and is warned that if he continues, he'll permanently lose the use of his limbs ? Everything's fine, his body's just got used to being reduced to a bloody pulp somehow so there's no consequences for him. In fact even when he literally loses his arms to Shigaraki, he gets them back two minutes later thanks to Eri because guess what ? Her horn still works even when cut off from her body. How convenient.

Gran Torino gets his ribcage obliterated by Shigaraki ? Don't worry guys, he'll survive that despite his old age and injuries, and this to have no particular role in the plot afterwards.

Bakugo dies heroically trying to buy time before Deku arrives ? Lmao, did you really believe it ?? No of course not, Edgeshot just uses his last-minute Deus Ex Machina to save his life at the cost of his own and- Oops nope he's fine too, my bad !

Hawks murders a criminal fleeing for his life in cold-blood ? The best Hori has to offer is him completely free and in charge of the HSPC.

And no, losing his quirk isn't a real consequence for him because not only it literally played a major part in saving the world with Vestige!Hawks raising an insurrection among AFO's quirks, but also because his quirk has always been the element through which people exploited him.

Endeavor abused his family for years and completely destroyed his eldest son ? No jail time and no media backlash for that, the only blame he received was due to the heroes' failure to stop the League during the Raid Arc.

And don't even get me started on this bs about facing hell or whatever for what he's done : He's literally free and wealthy ; he has Rei, Fuyumi, Shoto, his sidekicks and Hawks on his side ; and all the difficulties he's apparently going to suffer are off-screened.

Deku had to sacrifice OFA and his future hero career to save the world ? Guess what, Bakugo invested all his time and money to make him an Iron-Man suit and now he can still be a hero with everyone else.

There are plenty more examples of this but I think you get the idea. Now let's take a look at the villains' ending :

Toya is now a piece of charcoal kept artificially alive for the few years he has left, unable to move a finger, and whose few minutes a day during which he can stay awake will be spent talking to his father who abused him as a child.

Toga, a literal teenager, killed herself to save Ochako and because she knew it's still better than rotting at Tartarus her whole life.

And not only did she die but she did by bleding to death. Let me repeat for those who have trouble grasping what I've just said : In a manga where the heroes can survive having their heart blown to bits, being impaled Kakyoin-style or smashed against buildings like a fly on a windshield, one of the main antagonists died of a fucking hemorrhage…

As for Shigaraki, after learning that his very birth and all the tragedies of his life have been orchestrated by AFO, after all this development and narrative promises about him being saved in the end... Deku just kills him.

Because despite all his speeches about saving him, it seems like the best our MC could do was beating him both physically and mentally until he crumbles to dust…

Compress on his side is apparently locked up for life and kept alive by machines too.

A begging Kurogiri tried in a desperate attempt to save Shigaraki, only to be unceremoniously blown up by Bakugo and dying off-screen without anyone giving a shit, including Aizawa and Mic.

And Spinner will now spend the rest of his life struggling with the extra quirks inside him that affect his body and mind, while having to cope with the thought that his boyfriend best friend and companions have either died alone or are locked away for life in horrifying circumstances.

Clearly not the same as with the heroes...

Now don't get me wrong, even if they suffered just as much from the consequences of their actions or the plot as the League, this ending would still be a disaster in terms of writing but AT LEAST it wouldn't reek that much of hypocrisy.

[booksooks]

i havent even met sylus in game but some of yall seem to have him confused for your own oc because he would Not act Like That

typing using voice to text so I'm sorry if the formatting is weird, but from what my friend who has met sylus has told me: this man would not act the way some of you guys are insisting. like he would not be jealous to the point of being entirely unable to communicate. he would not try to kiss you as a way of making up, or as a way to stop you from being angry with him. that's just not something i see as feasibly anywhere near sylus as a character.

if you want to write a big daddy dom character who completely bulldozes over your feelings in lieu of 'fucking the jealousy out of you', then by all means go for it. but at that point, you are writing for an original character because that is wildly mischaracterizing someone who (again, according to my friend because i havent even come close to meeting sylus in the storyline) specifically makes room for you to be angry, to feel big emotions in a safe space and to be there for you.

the amount of fanfics i've seen that have sylus act in a way that is completely off base is insane. i'm aware that this is fanfiction, that people can write whatever they want and it's not harmful because at the end of the day: it's FAN FICTION and if you can't separate reality from fiction or whatever, you're not mature enough to be reading mature works or you simply don't have the media literacy skills to do so. but i've had a very long and emotionally draining week, and my temper is hanging on by a thread, and i'm allowed to be angry about a completely bullshit take on one of my favorite characters lmfao.

let me be clear, i'm not saying sylus cannot, will not, and has never been domineering, or protective, or that he doesn't have a fucking daddy kink or whatever. what i AM saying, is that the amount of fanfictions of sylus blowing the reader off or ghosting them or just simply not communicating and then expecting the reader to fall back into his arms after a kiss and a few well placed 'kitten's is astounding. even if he made the bad choice of being distant without explanation, he wouldn't expect the reader to instantly forgive him without an ELABORATE apology and an explanation. and honestly, i'm willing to put that bullshit of 'she forgives him because he's hot and he pulled her in close with his strong arms and hes so big daddy alpha dom' into the category of misogyny. because in what world does someone go from angry and hurt to forgiving and pliant just because he's a man and he kissed you. it is blatantly misogynistic to expect that.

i'm aware there is a lot of nuance within relationships, and that not everyone can be expected to be perfect at all times, HOWEVER this is fanfiction, and the authors i'm talking about have either explicitly stated that the reader and sylus have an established romantic relationship, or that they at the very least get along well and enjoy each other's company. so for sylus to then go ghost on the reader and expect them to instantly fall back into his arms at the end of the day then puts me in the position of 'simpering woman with no spine'. again, misogynistic.

at the end of the day, i'm aware this isn't an important issue and i'm aware that the misogyny in fanfiction doesn't necessarily have to transfer over to real life, especially because i do have critical thinking. but i have been ghosted before by an at-the-time boyfriend, and it sucked, so it's more of a personal issue from me.

i'm aware people can write whatever they want, and i have no obligation to read something i don't like. but that then eliminates what seems to be 50% of the fanfiction of sylus. i'm just saying please... consider writing literally anything else for sylus. for a man who has been made to love you specifically... y'all sure don't make him act like it.

if anyone wants me to elaborate or clarify some things, please send me an ask because the comments are not easy to navigate especially with multiple replies.

last but not least: i'm aware these are my personal feelings, and that i can write to make up for it should i so choose. but i hate having to scroll past 5 fics in a row with quite frankly stupid miscommunication issues from a man who is 28 and should damn well know better. thank you.

[honeyhotteoks]

₊ ⊹ ⟡ together; alternate version (정윤호 ♡ j.yh)

yunho's been away for tour, only this time, when he comes home you have very different news to share.

style: bullet drabble (alternative sequel to losing time) pairing: non idol!yunho x fem!reader word count: 2.5k tags/warnings: fluff, light angst, all things pregnancy and babies, light smut with breeding kink/preg kink (yunho is v happy she's pregnant essentially lmao) notes: this was fully inspired by an anon in my inbox who asked what would have happened in my short fic together if the news reader had to share was a pregnancy and how would yunho react to that. i don't take fic requests, but i love babyfic and this just turned into a little bullet and drabble fic i thought i would share with everyone.

[masterlist]

at the end of losing time, yunho leaves for tour and it’s a long one. a full two, two and a half months abroad in europe while you’re left at home in a different time zone missing him terribly. 

you find out the truth while he’s away, only a few weeks into tour when you start getting sick. it’s not something you can just spring on him while he’s on tour, it would distract him, it would stress him out, and frankly you just don’t know what to do. what decision to make. 

you know how you feel about yunho, and you knows how he feels about you….  but this type of news always changes everything. 

so you keep it to yourself, and you do your best to make it through. 

only when yunho does return.... you’re showing. it's not a lot, just the beginning stages of a curve at three months, but it's starting to be apparent if you’re wearing fitted clothing and it's not something you would be able to keep from him if he touched you. 

so when he comes home, finally, and texts you, asking if he can send a car to bring you to the studio, you want to say yes so badly but you can’t. 

this isn't a conversation you can have in front of anyone else so you say no. and you’re honestly terrified, so you lie, just a little white lie. you tell him you can't come and that you’re not feeling well, you’ll see him another day soon.

anxiety is fully eating you up and you’re spiraling, and you don’t know it but your texts fully freaked yunho out. he's convinced that you’re going to break up with him and waited until after tour to do it, and he's sick about it.

after dance practice, he sneaks out and comes to your place.

all of a sudden hes there, he’s knocking on your door. 

you thought you had more time, you still don’t know how to tell him, what to say- but he’s there 

and -

You're a mess. Your hair is tangled from running your fingers through it again and again, and you're pretty sure this sweatshirt has a coffee stain on it, but he's here and no matter what you have to face this.

He knocks again, a soft rap on the door, "y/n, please let me in,"

"Just a second," You call back, knotting your hair back into a bun and kicking on your slippers. Your stomach rolls with nervousness, but at least, you think, it's not morning sickness.

When you finally pull open the door your hands are trembling, and Yunho's pained expression doesn't help.

"Hey," You manage.

"Hi," His eyes dart over you, a crease of concern between his brows, "can I come in?"

You move to let him in immediately, stepping back into the apartment, "Sorry, of course,"

When you shut the door tight and flip the lock, silence fills the space, but somewhere within you, you find the strength to turn around and look up at him.

He shifts from foot to foot, clearly off balance at the strange discomfort between you, and finally he sighs, "Whatever it is," he says, "I know we can work it out."

A strike of panic lances up your spine at the thought he might already know what words are sitting like lead on your tongue, but all you can manage is a soft, "What?"

"You're avoiding me," His hands flex and release, "we haven't seen each other in months, and now I'm here, and you haven't even smiled. I don't think you're sick, I think something's wrong."

"Yunho," Your voice cracks, and you can feel tears threatening your eyes already. You wanted to hold it together, but this is already too hard.

He swallows tightly and keeps talking, his own voice laced with nerves, "I know two months was a long time, and I know I haven't been the best boyfriend, I should have called more, made more time for us, but, y/n," he takes a tentative step towards you, "I love you, and I really don't want to give up on us, please, don't,"

Things slot into place at his words and you shake your head, "Who said anything about giving up on us?"

The words hang for a moment, and then he softly exhales, "You're not breaking up with me?"

"No!" Your voice squeaks as you rush to dispel that idea, "No, oh my god, not at all,"

He grins, covering his face with his broad hands and sighing, "Jesus Christ," he sighs, "I was going out of my mind,"

"No," You shake your head again, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you like that."

He drops his hands and you can see the tension leave his tight shoulders, "Thank god," he smiles and steps towards you.

Panic bubbles back up inside you and you raise your hand to stop him, stepping back until your hips bump into the back of the couch, "Wait,"

His expression crumbles, "What's going on?"

You just have to say it.

"Um," Your stomach flips, "I do have some news."

"News," He repeats numbly.

"Yeah," You start to cross your arms over your chest but the realization that it would pull the fabric of the sweatshirt closer to you rockets through your brain and you drop your arms helplessly by your side. You have no idea how to tell him this.

"You can tell me anything," He says softly, reading your panic in a moment, "and you know, there's nothing we can't handle together."

"Yunho," Tears start to gather, making your eyes glassy, "I don't know how to tell you this,"

"I'm here,"

The panicked, terrified, anxious part of your brain scoffs, for now. You look away from him immediately, eyes glued to the floor. If this is how you lose him, then you guess it just wasn’t meant to be.

You take a steadying breath and jump, "I have something to tell you," you knot your fingers together, "and I didn't know how to tell you while you were away. I was afraid of distracting you or trying to figure this out while you weren't, you know, here,"

"Okay," He murmurs, taking a slow step in your direction, "I'm here,"

"A week after you left," You press your eyes closed tight, tears tracking down your cheeks, "I missed my period,"

He's silent. Your stomach churns again, but you keep going, "For a little bit I just thought it was stress, or something funny, I'm not always on schedule, but, then I started getting sick," With your eyes closed and with him so quiet, you can almost pretend you're practicing this speech, one of the many times you talked it through in the shower, lying in bed, pacing laps around your apartment. "I'm so sorry," Your voice cracks, "I'm pregnant," You can't bring yourself to open your eyes. "I know I should have told you," Tears rush forward a little faster now and you take a hitched breath, "and I know you don't want this, but you deserve to know, and I... I don't, Yunho, I don't know what to do, I don't know what I'm s-supposed to do, and," Yunho steps forwards all at once, his hands cupping your cheeks and drawing your face upwards, "Hey, hey," he soothes, voice tender, "look at me," Your eyes finally open, meeting his gaze. You expect to find him terrified, any twenty-something guy with a delicate career would be, but all you find in his eyes is soft comfort. There's no trace of the idol in him, just your lover, your best friend. "It's okay," He wipes away your tears gently, "sweetheart, breathe," "Why aren't you angry?" Tears rush faster, your breath tight. He smiles, "I'm upset you didn't think you could tell me," he dips forwards and presses a kiss to your forehead, "but y/n, I love you, this isn't... baby, this could never be bad news." "W-what?" "The timing's terrible," He admits, "and I also have no idea what we're supposed to do, but I don't care. I love you, we'll figure this out." Of all the reactions you expected from him, this hadn't even crossed your mind. When he leans back from you a little to study your tear stained face again, he smiles, and it feels like everything about your life is about to change. Slowly, you pull his hands away from your face and take a steadying breath, "Yunho," you manage, "you're an idol, and besides, we're twenty-six, we're not even married, we're not, what the hell are we going to do with a baby," He slides his hands over yours and brings them together, lifting them so he can press his lips to the back of your knuckles, "We'll do what people do, we'll make it work." You shake your head, feeling fully unmoored, but he keeps going. "I knew you were it for me on the second date," He says and the world slows to a stop, "the only thing in the world I'm terrified of is losing you, but this? y/n, I'm in love with you. Did you think I haven't imagined what our lives would be like?" "I," You can't find the right words, but you try, "I love you," His smile widens, and he moves quickly, tugging you forwards and wrapping his arms around you properly. He's much taller, and he has to lean over you, but he wraps one arm smoothly around your lower back and your hands settle on his shoulders. He pulls you up in one smooth motion, his free hand slipping under your thighs as you wrap them around his waist to hold you tight against him. He kisses your lips, tender relief in every press of his mouth on yours and he nuzzles your nose with his, "I missed you," he breathes. "I missed you too," You confess, your body finally relaxing and melting into him, weeks and weeks of tension bleeding out of your body, "so much," He hugs you close, your arms wrapping around his shoulders as you bury your face into his neck, and then he freezes, "Oh my god," his hand slides over your back, landing on your waist, "you really are pregnant," You know he can feel it, the change in your body when you're pressed flush against him like this, and you nod into his neck. "H-how," His hand pushes under your sweatshirt, searching your skin, "baby, how far?" "Fourteen weeks," He sucks in a breath, dropping you gingerly back to your feet, "I can't believe you didn't tell me," For a split second you think you're finally getting the anger you anticipated, but the giddy expression on his face says otherwise.

"I've missed so much," He snakes a hand under your hoodie, and lays his palm over your slightly distended belly, "I'm... god, I can't believe this," "You're not upset?" You check softly. "No," He shakes his head, and then he tugs gently at your sweatshirt, "No, but, can you take this off, can I see?" You're nervous again, but his easy energy wraps around you like a safety blanket and you nod, swallowing back any fears and pulling off the sweatshirt, leaving you in nothing but your sweat pants, and a tight tank top. His eyes zero in on the bump immediately, and the sliver of skin between your sweats and the hemline of your top. Your hands rest over your belly, a nervous, protective instinct, "I know," He blinks hard, tearing his eyes away from your changing body and up to your face. "What?" You ask, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. "You're really pregnant," He says, his voice a little rough, and then he reaches again until his hand slides over the smooth plane of your stomach, tracing the curve, "that's my baby," "Yeah," You breathe softly. 

Tears track down his face and he laughs, reaching for you again, up into his arms and nestled against him. 

From there?

He’s kissing you and he just can’t stop. 

You’re a mess from stress and tears, and hardly feel sexy, but he doesn’t care. He’s missed you, he loves you so much and this news is unexpected and terrifying but he’s so happy he doesn’t care

So holding you in his arms still, he takes you to bed

And you’re apologetic about the mess, your bed stand is covered with water bottles and anti-nausea medication and it hits him all at once how you’ve just been holding it together by a thread 

And he pulls you into the bed - “You’ve been sick, this hasn’t been easy, has it? I could have been there for you, I wish I had been there,” 

But you assure him that you’re mostly on the other side of it, you’re only sick like once in a while now not every second of every day 

And he’s like….. we are talking about that later, but right now how are you feeling? 

And you’re good…. but god, you missed him and now you’re just so relieved

So he begs you to let him take care of you now, he’s home, he can carry that weight if you’ll let him

And teary tender kissing in bed leaves his hands wandering, noticing how much is different, losing his mind over your bump and the new fullness of your breasts

And he’s hard and you’re touch starved 

And then he’s just losing it a little - kissing your body, telling you how much he loves every inch of you, how insane it makes him that he did this to you, how you made something together

And all the tenderness to dirty talk sends your brain into overdrive. 

It’s all just desperate needy, thank god we didn’t break up i can’t believe i got you pregnant sex

Worshipping oral, lots of body kissing and feral groaning from Yunho

His absolute insanity at being inside you like this - and you’re tighter, wetter, and needier than ever, and he’s just feral for it

“You’ll be the prettiest mommy, won’t you?” 

Just heaps of breeding and preg dirty talk

“God, I hope you want a lot of kids,” 

“You look so good like this, I’ll have to knock you up again,” 

“So pretty with my baby inside you,” 

And when you’re done, you fall asleep instantly. you’ve been sleeping so much more all of a sudden, and you suppose your body needs it, but it feels like you’re finally resting for the first time in weeks

When you wake, your apartment is clean, he got take out (but he’s googling best soups for morning sickness and texting Wooyoung cooking questions), and he’s making a list of everything you’ll need. He’s already making a plan of what you’re going to do. 

So even though the tour was terrifying, he’s home, he’s got you. You’re together on this, always.

[kenwio]

Joker's kid! Reader and their hair adventures

Route: recovered dove

Masterlist | previous part | next part (coming soon)

Author's note: I finally did it! All the requests about Joker's kid and their hair journey are here! Hope I`ve done good enough ;3 This week was valentines Day. I know I'm late for it, bu I hope it went well for you ^-^

Warnings: Grammar (as usual), psychological trauma, triggers

Adjusting to the manor, getting alone with family, building friendship with Chlory, and attending therapy : all of those things improved your mental health greatly. On one of your session your therapist brought up the idea that you should find a healthy way to express yourself, as any kid should try at least, that you can experiment and showing your personality through your appearance, and to find your own style and after soke thought you decided to give it a shot.

You could try to wear colorful clothes, but you liked dark color scheme that you've seen your family (except Dick) preferred to wear and which you also picked up , besides every time you see purple and green clothes you feel uncomfortable. As for the style of clothes, you liked them relaxed comfortable and soft, so your style,.if you could say so, was exactly that, relaxed. The thought of body modifications went straight out of a window, you had enough of experiments on your body and enough experience with syringes your body for now. Makeup was..  to hard, you were still adjusting holding crayons, what to say about brushed. Besides, makeup had so many things and rules, styles that you didn't really catch up with. And so you decided that you should try to dye your hair. You knew you would NEVER dye your hair green! You don't want to have anything connected to the nightmare of your life anymore. But you remember your mom had tips of her hair colored, one of which was pink.

So you did some research on how to dye hair, types of dyes, techniques, and all the things. Although you had some vague memories of how your biological father dyed your hair, you can remember how the process was painful, you remember your mom told you that when she dyed her hair it, didn't hurt. A few times, she was able to dye your hair instead of Joker. She did so without hurt. Maybe this memory also made you more inclined to dye your hair. Maybe this way, you would still have some connection to her. Back to your new perception of hair dye, it wasn't that hard since you caught up on chemical reaction in the root of the process quickly. After reading about different types of hair dyes and different ingredients in them, you found one that was a good choice for you. The problem was how to get them.

Although you already brought up the idea of dyeing your hair to Alfred, you did not introduce your dad to the idea, and you had no idea how Bruce would react. And although Alfred was supportive of your idea (he was happy to know you found a courage to express yoursekf and joked that he would be happy too see something bright and not dangerous at the same time in the manor) you were not sure of Bruce.

You told him about you wanting to try dye your hair on the way to your therapy session. Although he knew you had a decision about it with therapy, he was still surprised to hear it. He gently asked you for your reasoning, and to your surprise on the way back, he took you to buy few hair dyes that was good quality and safe (he did all necessaryr esearch while waiting you) and haircare products which was good quality and suited for dyed hair. After Alfred helped you cut your hair in style you wanted, you began the process of hair coloring. You diligently followed instructions, coloring your strands in the right order, trying not to mess anything up. After you washed excessive dye and dryed your hair, you got your result. Your hair was pink, but not as bright as you thought (you knew about hair bleach, but you decided not to risk it), but you loved it. It was a cute color and a bit peachy.

Chlory, who was first to see you, couldn't contain her amazement repeating cute and loud "I am Chlory" over and over. The second who saw you, was Damian, who heard how loud  Chlory and instantly went to check on you, hoping  that you are okay (thought he would never admit it), and when he entered your room he was startled. He remembers you having your natural color of hair, one which he was used to, so seeing you with new hair color was .... surprising. He had to stare at you for a few seconds until you turned to look at him questionably

- Are you trying to make a statement? - he asked, a sharper than intended

- uh - you hesitated - no? Why?

- your hair ... it's different.. interesting. - he said, staring a few more seconds and walking away, leaving you confused.

Your family learned about your adventure soon enough, and all of them were accepting. While Jason was more surprised (silently praying it wasn't connected to the rebel phase (he had one so bad, and he was concerned for yours would be worse)). Dick was happy to know you started expressing yourself. He showered you with praises, saying how adorable you were, and you really were since you seemed more happy now and helped you do various hairstyles. For him, your cuteness went higher up, and his awe with you went to new levels. He also was happy to discuss with you what hair color you should try next. As for Tim, he was the one who notced that now you opened your obsession, connected to having all color's of hair dyes possible (except green), and he kinda enables it, showing you new tones and limited collections, leading to your bathroom becoming filled with dyes. You seem happy, so he is happy for you.

As your pink hair began to fade, you decided to go with the next color your mom had in her hair - blue. And, at first, it seemed fine. Sure, color turned out to be more turquoise than on the label, but it was fine. What you didn't expect is for color of your hair to wash out so quickly and suddenly. At first, you thought nothing of it. But one evening after the shower, when you saw yourself in the mirror, you saw green in your hair. It suddenly was hard and painful to breathe. Your heart hurt your ribs. The bathroom seemed to get smaller. You couldn't tear your eyes away. You swear you heard him. You couldn't move. You couldn't run or hide.

You skipping dinner made family worried. And they all decided to check on you to find you sobbing hard, breaking down. Jason and Tim were the first ones to get what was wrong and what triggered you... green in your hair. While Bruce and Dick helped you calm down, they exchanged a quick conversation, which led you to the moment: once you calmed  down they acted instantly, knowing you don't need trigger (and they too), so here you were, sitting on the floor of Tim's bathroom with him next to you, and Jason on the edge of the bath . Tim is showing you blue hair dye, which fades to purple while instantly sending Dick to buy it, and Jason prepares your hair for the next coloring. You three spend the entire evening together (as a squad of kids who were danaged by Joker) working on your hair and leading it back to blue, and also talking lots. After that, and other's returning from patrol an emergency movie night was arranged starring yout favorite documentary, and while Bruce fall asleep holding you, few others went soon, leaving you and Damian to have a good and long discussion about film.

Your hair journey went on, featuring all the colors (even black for the connection with bats), different haircuts, hair dyeing done by all family, and more happy memories. You took the roud and you've certainly liked it

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Author's note 2 : it was only my first week back in studying field, but I alredy have so much work, I'm alredy tired, and I managed to get sick... I hope to post every week or every two weeks. Life is chaotic, but i will try my best to deal with it. And here i want to thank you all for your support, it means a lot to me 💖

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I think I Fell in Love

A continuation of Deep Talk

fem*Reader x Changbin

*WARNING*

WC: 2.6

Contains: oral (F receiving), over-clothes stimulation, fingering, teasing, unprotected sex (don't), rough dom, nicknames; I'm sure I missed something

Deep Talk

Two days had passed—two restless days since you had seen Changbin.  

You both didn’t sleep together after that night. You both got really close, but something in him snapped and he stopped before things progressed any further. Even though you desperately wanted him, you respected that he wanted to wait, and he left only a few moments after the fact. 

You tried texting, calling, and even reaching out to his flatmate just to make sure he was okay. You both never went a day without at least texting each other a few times; it felt strange, almost like he was ignoring you.

The pang in your heart felt like a bat against glass. You hated the thought that he might regret a single moment of what you two shared. Maybe you went too fast, or he didn’t feel the same, or he realized something about you that made him turn away, and your head spun. 

You walk into work on a glorious Monday. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, but you are the very essence of doom and gloom. You nod at your coworkers as you make your way to your desk when a friend stops you in your tracks. It’s the new intern—what was his name? Jinnie? Hyunjie?

“Hey, Y/N!” he says with a smile that reaches his eyes. He’s quite pretty, you think, his buzz-cut blonde hair shining in the light.

“Hey… you,” you respond with a smile.

“Hyunjin,” he says with a knowing smile. He’s only been around for a week. You sigh with an apologetic relief. “There’s something on your desk,” he winks.

Your brows furrow in curiosity. What could it be? With quick steps, you make your way over to your little desk and see something that makes your breath hitch.

Right next to your computer, glimmering in the light and brightening your entire cramped space, is a small vase of bright white calla lilies—your favorite. In front of it sits a small note.

I can't stop thinking about what happened, I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to apologize for how I acted, in person. How about dinner at my place tonight at 7? I want to make it up to you—just the two of us.

You could almost hear him whispering those tantalizing words, his voice wrapping around your ears like a warm embrace. The note. The flowers. It all made your heart swell, and the ping of anticipation made your whole body come alive. You couldn’t wait for dinner. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

She was coming at seven. She had to be. You wouldn’t stand him up…right? 

His head snapped to the door, the sound slicing through the ambient noise of sizzling meat and crackling flames on the grill. That little knock, soft yet distinct, was one he recognized instantly, and it sent a jolt of electricity through him. Eagerly, he strode to the door, the aroma of spices mingling with the rich, savory scent of the meat wafting through the air, teasing his senses.

As he opened the door, a broad smile spread across his face, radiating warmth and welcome. But the instant his eyes landed on you, that smile faltered, replaced by a look of awe. You were stunning, a vision in his favorite dress—one he had lovingly helped you choose. 

He couldn’t shake the memory of you stepping out of the dressing room, a nervous excitement dancing in your eyes. The deep, luxurious red velvet clung to your figure, wrapping itself around your waist in the most flattering way, making your curves all the more enchanting. The skirt flared gracefully just above your knees, giving it a playful bounce with each movement. 

The dress sparkled under the soft light as if it had been kissed by the stars, while the delicate pink roses woven throughout the fabric added an element of charm; they danced along the hem and brought an air of innocence with the dress’s alluring design. As he stood there, captivated, his heart raced, and he felt a wave of admiration wash over him. You looked like a dream, the kind of dream he never wanted to wake from. Yet, despite the overwhelming urge to express how breathtaking you were, he kept those words locked away, choosing instead to let his eyes convey the depth of his wonder.

He could sense you getting nervous from his stare; he had to say something, do something. “Um-” he stuttered, his palms becoming oddly sweaty. “You look” he gestured to the dress, but all he could let out was a sigh and a small smile. 

“I look?” he nodded to the dress.

“Breathtaking” Suddenly, the memory of your lips against his came rushing back his hands clenched at his sides; he could still feel how your tongue swirled around his cock like you were devouring him; he itched to touch you. Not yet, not yet, he chanted to himself. 

You smiled, a blush that couldn’t be hidden by make-up adorned your cheeks. He stepped aside to let you in. 

You stepped into his apartment, smelling the irresistible smell of cooking meat. “My god, that smells amazing,” you groaned, and Changbin had to physically stop himself from moaning. He wanted to make you groan again. He wanted to make you moan…

“Have a seat, I’ll serve you a plate,” he said. 

And he did just. You both ate and talked about each other's day, not yet venturing into the topic you both were dying to discuss. He didn’t want to ruin the moment just yet; he wanted to hear your laugh. 

He waited as long as he could until he got up to take your dirty plates away. The laughter in the room was draining. “Bin,” you say. Your voice soft. “Can we talk about the other night?” 

His smile faded, and his shoulders slumped. He nodded as he set the plates in the sink. Then, he rounded the corner, leaning his back against the counter to steady himself and look you in the eye. 

You looked so hurt. So worried about what he was going to do. “I’m sorry I ran out the other night. I should’ve stayed. I should’ve-”

“Not if you were uncomfortable. I won’t be mad at you for not wanting to sleep with me. That’s okay. I just want to know why?” 

Your words leave him breathless. Thats what you're worried about? Him not wanting to have sex with you? That’s what had your mind spinning? My god, he royally fucked up. “No, no, no. thats not- shit” he rakes his hand through his hair. 

You step out of your chair, making the move to comfort him, reaching out a hand. You touch his shoulders, trying anything to ease his stress. Your touch is so soft and gentle. This isn’t right; he’ll ruin you. 

“What's wrong? Talk to me, Binnie, please,” you're begging. My god, you're begging him. He’s going to lose the last bit of control he has. 

“It's not that I didn’t want to have sex with you. You don’t know how badly I want to take you to my bedroom right now and show you just how badly I want to fuck you into next week.” he pauses, and your eyes go wide. “But,” he holds your shoulders, “You're the one girl I’ve always wanted to do right by; I didn’t want to take you to bed without a proper date and ask you the proper question first. It was bad enough I took advantage of you that night; I didn’t- I didn’t want it just to end. I didn’t want to lose you.” 

His chest heaves with each breath. It's out. Everything he wanted to say, you know now. But you don’t say anything; you stare at him like he’s growing another head. He’s shrinking under your stare. " Say something,” he demands. 

Your mouth moves to say something, but nothing but a sigh leaves your lips. “I knew it.” his eyes bruns with the threat of tears. “I knew you wouldn’t feel the same.” 

His head hurts. He’s holding all his strength so tears don’t fall, and his whole body aches to be held. He’s so engrossed by his dooming thoughts that he doesn’t see the surprise on your face or how your eyes go wide with the realization that he’s shutting down. 

Suddenly, you grab hold of his face with both hands and slam your lips against his. Both of you pour every bit of emotion into that kiss. Your lips move along one another, saying a hidden sentence. Changbin holds the back of your head, deepening the kiss, demanding entrance past the barrier of your lips. 

Changbin takes complete control, gripping you like you might vanish before him. You swing your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. You pull away for a breath, staring in Changbin’s eyes, tears glassing over your vision. “I’ve loved you from the day I met you. That night you kissed me was the best night of my life. I never wanted it to end.” 

His piercing gaze travels from your eyes to your lips, sweeping over your entire face as if he had just experienced a surge of adrenaline. Your smile—the one that lights up the room—makes his heart shatter into a million blissful fragments. It’s that radiant smile that he treasures above all else, a beacon of joy in his life. Your eyes twinkle like stars caught in a clear night sky, and the intoxicating scent that clings to you drives him to the brink of madness, awakening a whirlwind of desire within him, but he could watch you smile all day and not complain. He would watch you smile because you didn’t want this end, this want’ going to end. He was going to keep that smile on your face for as long as he could draw a single breath.

He kisses you one more time, wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you around in his hold. You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of you. “Then why don’t we pick up where we left off, hm?” he smirks. 

…..

Heat bubbles in the pit of your stomach, twisting a turning, a sheer excitement that you can’t ignore. Changbin carried you all the way to his bed, the dirty dishes forgotten. 

With a gentle fall, he threw you onto the bed. Your arms flying above your head. Your dress rode higher on your thighs, exposing a sheer piece of lacy fabric between your legs. You could visibility see Changbins eyes darken. 

“I want you laid out like my own personal feast,” he growled. Then he pounced. He braced himself on either side of you, ravishing your lips, then your neck, leaving love bites in his wake. Your hands flew to anything you could grab: his hair, his arms, his waist, desperately trying to cling to him in any way. 

Changbin’s kisses trail lower and lower until he kisses the inside of your thigh. He lifts the skirt of your dress, revealing the lacy material you wore just for him. He kisses the fabric, the light touch making your whole body shiver. “Binnie”, you moan, itching to touch him.

“Shh, shh, let me take care of my pretty girl,” he says, his hot breath making you clench. His words didn’t go unnoticed. The idea that you were now “his girl,” that you are his and he is yours, made your whole body sing with a new desire. 

Changbin hooks his fingers around the apex of the fabric, pulling it to the side to reveal your soaking sex. The first lick of Changbin’s tongue sent you reeling, feeling the burning firelight. He moaned in approval as he saw your body arch in pleasure. His hands slid to your thighs and then to your waist, pinning you in place. Your hands searched for anything to grab hold of; they started in his hair, pulling him closer to you as his tongue plunged deeper inside you; then they searched for the edge of the bed to grip the edge of the world that you were very near to falling off of. 

He licked and kissed, alternating between your folds, your clit, and the inside of your walls. The noises you let out were pure animalistic, and he showed his undying approval with a sheer determination to send you barreling over the edge. 

His fingers joined in, moving in tandem with his tongue. He kept a consistent motion, his tongue twirling your bud like he was playing with candy while his fingers pumped inside. It was all too much. Your whole body caved in on itself as you felt your climax shudder through you. 

“Bin,” you rasped. 

You needed him. Now. 

He stood up from the edge of the bed, your body panting along with his breaths. “Your mine” he whispered to himself, but your whole body scattered in goosebumps, and that burning desire returned to the pit of your stomach. 

Without delay, you hurriedly pulled the dress over your head and threw it across the room to a neglected corner. Meanwhile, Changbin began unbuttoning his pants and tossed his shirt off. Your mouth went dry at the sight of him. Broad shoulders with defined muscled arms. Thighs so strong it was no wonder he could pick you up so easily, and the prominent length between those thighs…..you wanted him. You needed him. You didn’t care if it was up against a wall or on the kitchen counter; you needed him. 

He collapsed on top of you, bracing himself and crashing his lips to yours. The kiss, open and passionate, a mix of teeth and tongues in a beautiful symphony. You locked your legs around his waist,t pulling him closer. You hiss as his tip slid against your sensitive bud. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers which sends chills against your bones. He nudged at your entrance and finally slid in…and in….and in. 

Your breath caught in your throat, and thoughts and words died before they could form. He started slow, deliberate, delicate. You clawed at his back until you were sure marks would appear in the morning. His face contorted into a mix of pain and pleasure; he was holding back, and you knew it. “Please, Bin,” you begged. 

“Say it,” he pleaded. You knew what he meant. 

“I’m yours,” you said, gripping his bicep and moving your hips in tandem with his thrusts. “I’m yours,” you repeated. Again, he pulled out only to connect with your hips. Again. Again. “I’m yours,” you moaned loudly as his thrusts were faster, deeper. 

“You're mine. And I’m yours,” he whispered against your ear. Release ripped through your body with one final thrust, shaking your entire beginning. Changbin groaned as he felt you clench around his length, and then you felt him twitch inside you. 

…..

The soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on the disheveled sheets that tangled around you both. The world outside felt distant, fading into a gentle background hum. The only sounds in the room were the rhythmic breath you shared and the occasional soft sigh that slipped from your lips.

With a tender touch, Changbin brushed a wayward strand of hair from your forehead, his fingers lingering against your skin for just a moment longer. His gaze was earnest, filled with something that made your heart flutter and your stomach twists with anticipation. “I think I fell in love with you,” he confessed softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

You met his penetrating gaze, feeling a rush of warmth flood through you. “I think I fell in love with you, too.”

[emmg]

Bees

This piece of unholy crack is for my wife @jainydoe

I want a fic where bellara is emmrich's ward and rook does the whole Look at your dad keeping bees Bellara I'm gonna fuck your dad shtick

"So he, like, adopted you?" 

Bellara gets bonked across the face by a very round, very enthusiastic artifact. "I guess? Kind of? A little bit before I was all grown up." 

Rook pulls a face. "Why?" 

Bellara idly scratches her ear with a wrench. "Oh, you know. Legal things." 

Rook’s face only twists further. "That explains nothing. That is the opposite of explaining. What in the Maker’s name does that even mean?" 

"Oh! Well, see, he was in Tevinter, and I sort of—not on purpose—ended up owing a lot of money. And then the people I owed were, um, very insistent that I give it back. Which was unfortunate, because I didn’t have it. And I told them I didn’t have it, but they still wanted it. So he paid it for me, and now I just use his money. It all worked out!"

Rook's eye twitches. "So… you're his mistress?" 

Bellara blinks. "His what?" 

Rook pinches the bridge of her nose. "Never mind. That was a no." 

"Mphff," Bellara replies as her eyebrows are promptly seared off. 

****

She doesn’t mean to stare at Bellara’s not-dad, but, well, here she is. Staring. Very accidentally, of course. Completely unintentional. It’s just—he’s her colleague now, and Bellara is her friend, and who could have possibly predicted that she’d one day reunite with Bellara only to find out that her not-dad was someone she’d end up working in—er, under—uh, near. In close proximity. Adjacent to. 

At the very least, Rook thinks, the Mourn Watch dresses excellently. Or maybe Emmrich Volkarin just has an aesthetic because the man doesn’t walk—he floats. His coattails are so long and dramatic that every step he takes looks like he’s being ceremoniously carried by the souls of the damned. Which, given the necromancy, is not off the table. 

They’ve been at this for, what, three months now? A season. A quarter of a year. Long enough for her to cycle through every possible thought about him and then loop back around for seconds. 

Oh, he’s so polite and well-spoken, she thought at first, when he shook her hand with all the enthusiasm of a professor greeting a particularly promising student.

Oh, he’s a fucking creep, she thought upon learning he had adopted Bellara under circumstances that sounded alarmingly vague.

Oh, well, maybe not a total menace, she thought after Bellara’s half-baked explanation, which made it sound only mildly suspicious rather than deeply, horrifyingly illegal.

Oh, he smells good, she thought during her first week as he escorted her through the Necropolis, his hand casually redirecting hers away from things that would almost certainly kill her, and books that, to her absolute dismay, were not only sentient but also carnivorous.

Oh, he’s rather suave, she thought over the next few weeks, as he took her through Nevarra City, treated her to a hot drink, and assured her that she was always, always welcome to seek his assistance.

Oh, he’s handsome, she thought immediately after—so immediately that her brain barely had time to pretend it had arrived at the thought by accident. And he’s old enough to be her father, but mostly handsome, and the moustache is unreasonably attractive, and the height is even worse, and she should really, really not be thinking about any of this, and yet here she is, thinking about all of this.

"Rook!" Emmrich exclaims one incredibly random, incredibly uneventful day while she is, unfortunately, very busy looking at his hands. "Bellara tells me you have a particularly sweet tooth!" 

She does not. She would die for pickles. She would haunt this plane for pickles. "Yes," she lies. 

"Splendid!" he says, bringing his hands together and clasping them tightly. "Then you must visit us soon. I have recently come into possession of some wildflower honey—oh, it is exquisite, truly, the product of a most diligent colony. The foragers in particular have demonstrated remarkable efficiency this season, and I suspect the local flora has been unusually accommodating due to the recent shift in temperature." 

"Right, well—" 

"—Which, of course, brings me to the worker bees," he continues. "Fascinating creatures, Rook. Did you know they regulate hive temperature by vibrating their wing muscles? And the social structure! Unparalleled efficiency! Every single one of them understands their role perfectly—unlike certain apprentices I have had the misfortune of instructing." 

Rook opens her mouth. "That's—" 

"—And then there is the queen," he barrels forward, adjusting his cuffs. "A singular force within the colony, capable of laying thousands of eggs in a single day. A most demanding role, truly. Yet she is fed and attended to with such devotion! Such order! Such discipline! If only more societies followed such an impeccable model, we might see—" 

"Bees?" 

Emmrich finally pauses, as if just now remembering she exists. "Indeed, bees. What is so odd about them?" 

A slow nod. "Nothing. Just bees." 

Ah. Yes. Silly Rook. Silly, ridiculous, absolutely pathetic Rook who somehow failed to anticipate that obviously necromancy and beekeeping go hand in hand. Because why wouldn’t the man who commands the dead also spend his free time whispering encouragement to a bunch of little winged bugs? 

She forces a smile. "I'd love to see your bees," she glances at his hands, "Professor Volkarin," she glances at his crotch. 

"Wonderful," Emmrich replies, fingers moving ethusiastically. "Now, then. That is maudlin enough. Shall we return to our work? I regret to inform you that the integument of this dearly departed is well beyond viable preservation. A pity, of course, but such is the nature of decomposition. We cannot embalm everyone, though that does not mean we are without recourse in matters of preservation." 

Rook stares at his mustache. "Mm-hm."

"It is but a matter of methodology. Acid or dermestid beetles?" 

Dear gods—Tevene, elven, Andrastian, it hardly matters—she is, at this very moment, experiencing an overwhelmingly physiological reaction to the prospect of engaging in relations with a man who is, quite literally, vibrating with enthusiasm at the idea of either meticulously excoriating a cadaver or observing the natural efficiency of insect-assisted tissue removal. 

Rook supposes there are worse wet dreams to have, worse ways to absolutely wreck her underwear. But if there are, they’re only marginally worse. A fraction. A hair’s breadth. What could be more concerning than getting embarrassingly, shamefully worked up over a man who talks about corpse preservation with the same breathless enthusiasm most people reserve for poetry? 

She should be ashamed. She should be reconsidering her entire life. Instead, she’s two seconds away from letting him embalm her from the inside out.

****

Bellara's eyebrows have mostly grown back.

She’s eating a sweetroll and staring blankly out the window. “What is your not-dad doing?” 

Bellara shrugs. "Something with bees. Oh, I don’t know. Emmrich’s taken with them. He cycles through hobbies. Manfred’s a big help though! He can’t be stung. Because he’s a skeleton.”

“Yeah,” Rook says, chewing, watching. “I get that.” 

She does not get that. Mostly because she's not really listening. 

This is getting fucking ridiculous. 

Out in the garden, Emmrich Volkarin, a senior necromancer of the Mourn Watch, a man tasked with managing the corpses and souls of the dead, a man whose entire job is death, is delicately tending to his thriving apiary. 

I wish he was fingering me instead of that honeycomb, she thinks. 

And then: Actually, no, I wish he was doing both. 

For the first time in her entire life, she thinks she would gladly, enthusiastically, joyously welcome a yeast infection.

Forget a locket, forget a pressed flower between the pages of a book—this would be her keepsake. A souvenir of her reckless devotion, a parting gift from a lover who, in this scenario, has not gone off to war but rather retreated indoors to alphabetize his collection of sentient, bloodthirsty tomes and, of course, check on his precious bees. And instead of a love letter, she'd get an ungodly amount of discomfort, a medicated salve, and a firm recommendation to avoid sugar for a while.

Or, she could just walk off a pier and let the ocean absolve her of whatever the fuck this is.

"Bellara," Rook says after clearing her throat, because she needs to clear something before she says this, preferably her entire fucking soul. "I don’t really know how to tell you this. But. Like. I’m going to fuck your not-dad." 

Bellara pours herself a cup of tea. "Oh." 

"While his bees watch." 

Bellara chews. Swallows. Looks at the wall. "Yeah, they do that. They're bees." 

****

It doesn’t get that far, mostly because Emmrich is self-conscious. Not about himself, not about his station or his dignity. Instead, he is deeply, tragically preoccupied with the goddamn bees. 

There’s a great deal of nervous glancing, a fair amount of softly muttered hesitation, and at least two instances of him clearing his throat as if that might somehow dissolve the situation entirely. Meanwhile, Rook, having very graciously cornered him in his own garden (while Bellara is mercifully elsewhere), informs him, quite politely, that she is going to ride him until his very narrow hips give out. Or, if that’s too much for his delicate sensibilities, she is happy, delighted, even, to let him make use of those long, elegant fingers instead. 

Or—and—and this is the option they end up going for—she can simply kneel and suck the very essence of his being out through his very academic, very esteemed cock. 

"Ah—yes—well," Emmrich says before trailing off. His hands twitch at his sides, his jaw tightens, but it is the unmistakable way he keeps looking at the beehive, as though his tiny buzzing witnesses might be horrified by this development, that really seals it. 

"Your, ah, interest is certainly reciprocated, my dear," he continues, voice smooth but just a bit strained, "but—oh—perhaps—oh—we might consider a more… traditional approach? A courtship, if you will? A proper engagement with dinner, and wine, and—Maker help me—a door that closes?" 

"Hmpf," Rook says, pulling her mouth off his cock before deciding that, truly, there is nothing worth saying to that. 

She sincerely hopes a bee stings him right in the ass so that he stops waxing poetic about the sanctity of romance and just concentrates on fucking her mouth, this handsome, ridiculous, too-tall, too-suave, insufferably sweet, bee-obsessed, not-dad of a man. 

[xxgoldie]

hi, I would like to order a bouquet for Lighter 🤭 can the focus flower be lillies, with ivy, delphinium and heather as filler flowers, in pink paper wrapping? thank you!

-🐇 anon-

goldie's gift shop : order list for : lighter lorenz // lilies + ivy + delphinium + heather + pink paper [confessions + jealousy + first kiss + idiots in love + college au] florist's note : your friend was the one who brought it up, but it made complete sense - lighter was an attractive guy who lived with a bunch of girls. one of them had to be his girlfriend, right? it was an assumption you'd been running under almost as long as you'd been friends and studdy buddies. so why was he always looking at you like that? and why was your go-to coffee order always waiting for you when you met him at the library? and WHY did the words 'i need to tell you something' just leave his mouth???

wc: 1.2k a/n: this is the fic that was giving me grief, i just love college lighter a lot and this took so much reworking to try and do him any justice notes / warnings: lighter x gn!reader, basically just fluff, reader lowkey doing some simone biles level mental gymnastics, brief mention of burnice x pulchra, no use of Y/N

"I don't want to burst your bubble, but don't get ahead of yourself. I'm pretty sure he has a girlfrienzzd. Or he's a player. Or both."

Your friend's words had, unfortunately, very much burst your bubble. You'd just gotten home from the first meet-up for a group project, for which you'd miraculously been paired with Lighter, the guy you'd been pining for across lecture theatres since you started university, and you were excited to giggle and debrief with her over the phone. And you had, telling her how he was not only hot but so nice, that you definitely thought you had a chance, until you'd sent her his Instagram handle, which you'd gotten the courage to ask for just before leaving the library, and she went quiet.

The conversation shifted to a different kind of debrief then - she told you about how she shared a few classes with a girl he lived with, Burnice, and he was always meeting her after lectures, how his house consisted of him and four girls, and every time she'd seen him around campus he was with one of them. By the end of the conversation, your high hopes were left significantly dropped. No matter what way you looked at it, the way your friend described it convinced you - whatever the situation, there was no way he was truly single. You'd accepted it as true then, and there had been no indication that anything had changed in the last few months, even as your friendship with him grew.

So just what on earth was happening to you right now?

"I need to tell you something."

Those were the words Lighter Lorenz had just said to you. The classic, default, 'I'm about to confess' line. While standing at the door to your dorm room, uncharacteristically fidgety, avoiding eye contact, and- shit, was he blushing?

This was the last thing you'd expected when he'd messaged you ten minutes ago, asking if you were busy, if he could come over. You'd expected he wanted help with the assignment due next week. Or he was bored and just wanted to hang out. Or he'd gotten into some fight and needed someone a bit more sane than his roommates to see if his cuts were serious. All of them had happened before.

A confession? No. Not on the list of possibilities. You'd long since accepted that no matter how much you liked Lighter, he was off limits. You'd yearned from a distance, lamented to your friends and your notes app that someone else was lucky enough to have him, thanked the universe that at least he was private and barely talked about the relationship so he didn't see how your jaw clenched when you thought about it, and did your best to move on with your life. It was difficult, when the two of you had a weekly standing reservation at your favourite table in the library, and he regularly joined you for movie marathons in your cramped dorm room, but you'd been making a valiant effort. Because you had to. Because he was taken.

"Look, I've been dancing around it because I really value our friendship, but it's getting to a point where I can't just push it down anymore," Lighter continued, still sheepishly avoiding meeting your gaze, unaware of the error messages flashing in your mind, the complete loop he was throwing you for, "I like you. Romantically. Like, a lot."

With a deep, shaky breath, Lighter forced his eyes to finally meet yours. He wasn't sure what look he expected to see on your face - he'd hoped for joy, had prepared for both shock and pity. But your face bore none of those - instead, you looked monumentally confused, blinking at him like he'd given the confession in gibberish.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" "What? No?"

The words had slipped out of your mouth before you could think of a better way to phrase them, but at least now he was as confused as you were. For several seconds, the two of you stood there in the doorway to your room, eyes wide, staring at each other.

Then, you processed several things at once.

One: Lighter had never, to your recollection, said anything about dating anyone. Not once. You'd been running under the assumption for months, and he'd never said anything that confirmed it.

Two: You didn't even know which one of his roommates you thought he was dating. You'd seen how friendly he was with all of them; the barrelling hugs from Burnice, the makeup he bought for Lucy, the daily gym sessions with Caesar, the way Piper fell asleep on his shoulder. And had somehow never considered he was just like that with close friends.

Three: Lighter liked you. He bought your coffee because he liked you. He made himself free whenever you wanted to see him because he liked you. He came to you first when he got injured in a fight because he liked you.

And as it all hit you, the gravity of your stupidity, all you could do was laugh. You tried to restrain it, fearing you'd think you were laughing at him and not yourself, but the pure ridiculousness left you cackling until you were out of breath, a mixture of embarassment and elation as you realised that none of your problems were even real.

You retreated back into your room, beckoning Lighter to follow you as you sat down on your bed, trying to collect yourself. He stood awkwardly just inside, door clicked shut behind him, quizzical yet fears slightly soothed by the fact you wanted him in the room. In any other situation, he'd be more than content to watch and listen as your laughter bubbled past your lips until you cried, but right now, there were slightly more... pressing matters on his mind.

"I thought you had a girlfriend," you confessed, when you calmed your amusement enough to speak, "Oh my god, I'm such an idiot. Why did I think that?"

And Lighter had to laugh as well, heart thrumming at how relieved you seemed at the information.

"Who did you even think I was dating?" he questioned, padding closer to stand by where you sat on the bed.

"That's the thing, I don't even know!" you started laughing at yourself again, lying back on the bed, "One of your roommates. I think I'd have bet on Burnice."

"No way. Even if I was interested, she literally has a girlfriend - you know Pulchra?" he sat down next to where you lay, but the last dregs of his earlier unspoken question still itched at his mind. He was pretty sure he had his answer, because now that the universe had given you permission, you were looking at him in a way that could only be described as starstruck. "So... I like you. Thoughts?"

You couldn't help but giggle again, even though your cheeks were hurting from all the laughter. Then you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down towards you, pressing his lips to yours; clumsy, both of you surprised and smiling against each other, and melting into it perfectly.

After a couple seconds, he pulled back, grinning dopily at you lying and breathing heavily under him on your bed.

"I've been wanting to do that for forever." "I'll take that as you like me too?"

And then his lips were on yours again.

[tinysheepcrusade]

Only Her

Sevika x Female Reader

Summary: You are the newest addition to the brothel in Zaun. After a few weeks of boring sex work you're the next victim of Silcos right-hand woman, Sevika. Will you make it through the night unphased or fumble under her cold touch?

Content Warning: Smut, Dom Sevika, Teasing, Squirting, Brothel (SexWork), Strap On, Rough Sex, Biting, Almost Hate Sex.

The eye roll you give your manager could kill a grown man. You don't mean to it was just a reflex as she went on and on about a special customer coming tonight.

“Roll those pretty eyes if you want to but they're back from their trip and that's when they storm their way in here riled up.”

“That's great and all Miss Babette but you don't even know who he's going to go for, if he’s a regular shouldn't he have one specific girl he comes for each time? Or is he a girl hopper?” Babette, as gentle as ever, helps you clasp your necklace. You'd only been a brothel worker for two weeks now and you were over the nervous jitters. It was almost the same routine every night with these pathetic men. “It stopped being scary once you realized they only last about two minutes on a good day, and more than half probably don't even know what or where the clit is.” Your tone is bored yet and still Babette is giving you a look you can't place. It's almost worry, you think.

The older woman grabs your chin. “You've already made your first mistake-” she shakes her head. “-this customer isn't a he, they're a she.”

You shrug, still unphased, “Okay so if they pick me-”

“When.” She corrects. ”And when she comes in call me over. Don't do anything to get yourself into trouble with someone like that in the time it takes me to walk over to you.”

“You can't just assume she's going to pick me!” You giggle. Waving over your coworker you ask them about this mystery customer. “Matilda, Miss Babette here has a mystery customer coming in, apparently she's run through each and every girl here. If that's true then just tell me is she bad enough to warrant this speech I'm being given?”

Matilda looks at Babette, her eyes going wide. “Oh…. Sevika's back?” The words make every girl in the dressing room freeze for a split second before they all begin to rush out the door to their sections. All before Babette had even confirmed it.

Your manager nods at the only woman brave enough not to scatter. “I don't even have any advice to give you darling besides good luck.” Matilda gives you a pat on the shoulder. “I would say maybe she won't notice there's a new girl but none of us have escaped at least one night with Sevika.”

“Oh please guys this has gotta be some sort of prank.” You stand up, becoming a bit perturbed by them acting as if this customer was some sort of evil cryptid. “I'm heading to the door to greet, see you later.”

You scamper off in your heels and don't hear the mumble your friend says to the manager. “She's toast.”

~~

The night is painfully slow. You spend most of your time directing the customers to the corresponding room of the woman of their choice. A few attempt to request you but per your managers instructions you have to wait until this Sevika person comes through and picks her poison. It almost makes you mad thinking of the money being passed up, though not having to worry about getting a strangers dick wet was always nice.

You stare at the ledger that's keeping track of customers. You're halfway there to fully zoning out, tempted to request cleaning or working the stripper pole instead of this. The only thing that shocks you out is the door slamming closed. You fly into autopilot, smiling and batting your eyelashes at the woman who just walked in. “Good evening love bug, may I get a name, and then I'll help you find whatever pleasure you are searching for~”

She flashes you a grin. Taking her cigar out and blowing the smoke off to the side. “Names Sevika.

You immediately have to bite back any and all remarks that pop up. Writing her name in the book you do as you were told and call over Babette who rushes over to take the reigns. Their conversation seems to be nothing more than pleasantries so you turn to walk off.

“And where does gorgeous think she's going?”

You almost don't stop at Sevika's words, assuming she was speaking about someone else. If it hadn't been for Babette grabbing your hand you'd have gone off to clean.

“Apologies Sevika, Y/N is still new.”

You raise an eyebrow at your boss in confusion. “I thought you'd want me to go check the vip room to make sure it's stocked before Miss Sevika and her pick entered, that is normally the protocol.”

“That is normally the protocol when you aren't the woman being picked, we already checked the room for you two.”

“With all due respect Babette, Sevika here hasn't requested me and I figured it rude to assume.”

Babette hisses out your name. Her signature sign to subtly tell you that you were on thin ice. You once again must swallow your nature to argue. Bowing in submission you look Sevika in her eyes. “Miss Babette is right I am still new, am I who you'd like tonight?”

Sevika’s eyes flicker between you and your boss. Amusement twinkling bright within them. “Kind of cruel to not warn her even a little about me, Im sure I've got a reputation of some sort.”

Babette closes her eyes and shakes her head “We tried to warn her, she’s just a bit… thick-skulled.”

“I am not thick skulled I simply think I should get to make up my own mind on who you are based on the choices you make and not on some silly rumors or past actions I didn't get to see with my own two eyes.” You're still in bowing position, glare burning holes into the ground. Words flow out your mouth quicker than you could stop them.

“Y/N-” Babette challenges. “Miss Sevika are you sure you want to deal with her tonight?”

Sevika breaks the tension between you and Babette, walking up to you and grabbing your hand. She pulls you not so delicately towards her own body making you almost stumble straight into her chest. She stabilizes you last minute grabbing your chin. “It's sweet you want to give people the benefit of the doubt but I'm exactly the bully they say I am.” Her other hand feels unnaturally cold as she runs it down your back and over your ass, you can't control the full body shiver that comes from you. “Don't worry Babette it seems like you need someone to break her in a little.” Sevika picks you up throwing you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “She's so pretty. I imagine these men probably do whatever she wants them to all the time, I'll show her how to behave.” Sevika shamelessly slaps your ass making you yelp. Making her way up the stairs with you attempting to keep whatever little dignity you had left while being absolutely manhandled.

~~

The sound of Sevika locking the door behind her makes your stomach turn a little. You don't have time to focus on that because next thing you know you're being tossed onto the master bed gracelessly.

You sit up fast, glaring at Sevika. “ I do not need anyone's help and I surely don't need to be broken down, I have every right to defend myself when I'm in the right.”

Sevika just stares at you silently. Her eyes roam all over your body in such a way you feel almost naked yet the anger flooding your veins is overriding any bashfulness you might have had in this moment. “And WHY would you want to have the reputation of being mean to the new girls? I was trying to defend you even before I knew anything about who you were.”

“That's your mistake. I didn't ask for your help.”

“Oh please if you were really so bad as they say you are you'd be banned from stepping foot into this building, which means whatever honorless predator they say you are isn't true.” You make sure to never break eye contact with her. She may be twice your size physically but you weren't about to be made to feel small. “I think your all bark no bite isn't that right Sevika?” You smile up at her, “So what'll it be, how do you want me to fuck you tonight?” You go to reach into the drawer filled with sex toys but freeze when you hear laughter.

Sevika looks thoroughly amused, almost a little crazed as she gets in the bed with you. Without even noticing it, you're backing up. That doesn't last long though because as soon as she notices she grabs your ankle and yanks you back into the perfect position to pin you down. It's only now that she's got you trapped with only one hand holding both wrists that you realized her entire arm is mechanical. You want to spend time observing it but she won't be quiet, won't stop egging you on, your eyes flit back to her face.

“Y/N was it?” She asks. Leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You might wanna stop digging the hole you're in, I've never had a woman speak to me in the way you just did.” She kisses your chin and slowly down your neck. “And here I was thinking I was gonna go easy on you cause you just look so fragile, almost too good to ruin……almost.”

Just the kisses on your neck was a lot to process. You decide to blame it on the fact you were already so worked up. It wasn't normal for any client to actually spend time pampering you. “Sevika I don't need you to do this, there really is no shame in just telling me how you want-ah!”

The lunatic was sucking rough on your neck now. There were sure to be some kind of hickey or bruise left over. “Ya know dollface I'm trying to decide if I should tie you up or just show you how easy it is for me to keep you down with one hand.”

“Kinda hng- kinda cheating if the hand you're using is metal, who wouldn't be able to hold a person down with an arm like that.”

She lets go, only to switch to her real arm holding you down. You curse in your head seeing how even when that metal arm wasn't touching you she still had you completely useless underneath her. Immediately you try to resist yet you are still subdued by one very muscular arm. “What nothing to say to that?”

Rolling your eyes you are growing tired of this quickly. “Wasting time trying to pretend you're a top, Sevi?”

“Says the woman squirming underneath me.”

“You put your teeth on me who wouldn't make a few noises at that!” You spit back.

“Oh Y/N you really gonna make this so much harder than it has to be.” Her other arm comes to the top of your one piece pulling it down to expose your chest.

“I am not being the difficult one, my job is to bring you pleasure and you won't just spit out what you really want, you think I'm going to believe you come here and blow hundreds of dollars just so you can finger me real good then leave?” You scoff, utterly unconvinced. “You’re just like the men who ask me ‘Do you like that?’ as they massage a spot that's thirty damn feet away from my clit.”

Sevika actually snorts at that. “Alright Y/N, yeah you got me, im here to use you. Since you wanna know so bad what gets me off then I'll tell you-” She slides her arm up your skirt and into your panties, slowly sliding two fingers over your cunt and landing only slightly away from the hood of your clit. She leans down and licks the bit of sweat that's materialized on your neck all the way up to your ear. “Nothing turns me on more than breaking down pretty brats like you by putting them through the fucking mattress.”

Her fingers land directly on your sweet spot making you choke. You search her face for signs that she's just trying to pick with you but this is the most sincere she's seemed all night. Pleasure and worry mix in your gut, you try to reverse your hips back not wanting to give into what she's demanding but she doesn't let you run. She tuts at you leaning down to take one nipple in her mouth. It's maddening the way she toys with the jewelry switching back and forth until both of your nips are hard. You’re fighting back panting, deciding to bite your lip and force silence. You can't remember the last client that actually made you feel an inch of pleasure. You were at a loss furrowing your brows together you refused to look at her, opting to pretend you were somewhere else.

“Open your eyes, it's one of your few good traits.”

“Oh screw-” your sassy response is interrupted by the palm of her hand landing a clean slap directly to your cunt. The response you have is out of your control, writhing in pleasure and pain your legs attempt to snap close anything to stop her from doing it again, but then you recognize she doesn't need to do it again she's already got exactly what she wanted from that.

“Look at the mess you've made from barely being played with?” She flashes her palm at you and it's covered in your essence. Slick running down her hand she goes in for a long lick letting a filthy deep groan out. “You taste as good as you look Y/N.” Once she's sure you're watching she closes her eyes and becomes consumed with tasting the fruit of her labor. “I’d let you taste but I don't think you deserve something so sweet with that rotten personality of yours.” Her last suck is exaggerated. Three of her fingers slowly slide out her mouth, saliva trail following them. “Well maybe-” she slowly brings her fingers to your mouth and desperately you surge forward to try and get a taste of her but as soon as you do you’re met with her taking your thigh and hitching it up on her hip as the three fingers push into your pussy and begin vibrating.

When you wail and arch up into her she hums in approval. “Oh yeah, there we go.” Sevika’s fingers are so long, she's hitting a place in you that you aren't accustomed to. You wanna fight it, fight her, but all you can do is wrap your fingers into the bedsheets and fuck up against her. “Enjoying my fingers I see, what'll you do if I really fuck you.”

“S-shut up!” The command comes out as a squeal. “Vibrating metal fingers what kind of…” your brain starts to blank. You shake your head back in forth trying to remember the words. “What kind of sadistic pervert do you have to be to even think of this.”

A sensation you've never felt before washes over you, immediately you try to close your legs and continue complaining. “Sevika be serious for a moment I feel off, let me go I need a moment.”

The woman's eyes show her confusion and then light up. “Oh my God you've gotta be joking, a sex worker who's never-” she trails off. You can see the gears turning in her head. “You aren't going anywhere, I have something to show you, something to prove.” She growls into your ear.

All you can do is take it. No amount of fighting it eased the intensity or frees you from her claws.

Sevika hums, ignoring you for a while in favor of working you up. She's staring into your soul enjoying every second of the active meltdown she was sending you into. “Are you getting it now? Your coworkers were right about me, you just accidentally admitted you were wrong.”

Only every other word is processed through your brain. Hips jerking up into her hand. The tightening in your stomach is undeniable. It’s been so long since you've cared to cum at all. Sex being your job had made it so much less interesting until this very moment when Sevika was dragging an orgasm out of you one way or another.

“I'm-pl-no I'm not gonna-” you swallow down the urge to beg. “Shit oh!” You arch so high it's almost painful. An incoherent squeal leaves your lips while she works you down from your high. Your eyes are once again squeezed shut and you don't open them again until you hear her meddling around in the drawer. You see her fixing a harness around her and immediately go into negotiation mode.

“Sevika, hunny, I don't think I can handle anymore that was intense and….” You're struggling to come up with the words to deter her. From just the glance she throws your way, you both know you can absolutely handle more physically but the embarrassment of being the only one fully naked, soaking wet, and near tears at the pleasure after all the mouthing off you did earlier, now that might kill you.

The smile she flashes at you says it all but still, she rubs it in “What's wrong baby? You look so good like this all messy underneath me. I'm all bark no bite right? so what's got you acting like my touch might burn you?”

“I am not!” You cry out. Your will to fight is being broken down little by little. “Who wouldn't cum after what you've done to me! It's only natural-”

She sticks her fingers in your mouth and without even thinking you start cleaning them off. Sucking them the way you know people like, normally it's you making people melt beneath you but you've finally met your match. “You're right about one single thing, for a slut like you this is natural~”

Sevika reaches into the bag she brought and the dildo attachment she pulls out makes your eyes widen. You try to pull back, to protest the size, to wiggle away but she's already accounted for all those reactions. She grabs your ankles pushing them near your head, not used to this position you groan at the feeling.

“Aw Y/N did just the stretch of your legs feel good right there? Your gonna love what I've got in store for you.”

“No, no, there's no way that's going to fit inside me, find someone else to torture with ah~” Your body betrays you, bucking up against the toy when she rubs it through your cunt to gather the wetness. Pure panic hits you and the next words tumble out so fast you can't stop it. “Sevika-” you try giving her puppy dog eyes. “Sevika I apologize.”

“HA!” the sound she lets out is so demeaning. “I think this is about something completely different than what you are crying about, maybe if you spit it out I'll go easy on you, hmm?”

Shit. You know she's beginning to read you like a book and yet you still try to talk your way out of this. “No I'm just intimidated by the size that's all I don't-”

Her other hand wraps itself around your throat, cutting off your lie. “A little bit ago you started whining and begged so pathetically for your freedom, you looked so so panicked, has no one ever made you squirt before? Better yet has anyone ever touched your g-spot before me because all I did was graze it and you fell apart at the seams.”

Fuck.

“Sevika I think-”

“No, you don't.” She smiles in response to the wicked glare you shoot her way.

“I THINK- you could find a woman who will do this for you for free, you are burning money for no reason.”

“Aw concerned for my well-being?”

You truthfully couldn't care less why she's doing what she's doing right now. She's paying to wreck you and all you can really do to keep a little composure is bicker with her. “I'm concerned about your brain it must be fried! You think I've gotten this far in life and never squirted?! I simply don't enjoy it…”

The look Sevika gives you lets you know that she knows you are full of shit. Though this time she doesn't roll her eyes, she starts rubbing little circles on your thighs soothing the small ache trying to take hold. “Ohhhh~” Her hands leave your neck and thigh, helping you sit up. For two seconds you think you've won and successfully baited her into not destroying you with her dick.

Until she picks you up and pins you against the door.

Her hands lift you up by your ass meaning your feet aren't on the ground anymore. The wind is almost knocked out of you and she smirks watching your naked breast heave, trying to get air back.

“Damnit Sevika!” It comes out strangled and strained. “I just said-”

“Oh, I heard you angel…I'm gonna abide by your wishes don't worry.” Her hands keep you spread out. Using the cum already coating your pussy, she makes sure her dildo is well lubricated. Truthfully you didn't even know being this wet was something you were capable of but you’d be damned if you addmited that to her. “Loud and clear” Sevika slowly inches into you choosing to watch your face contort as she maliciously complies with your story. Only the tip is in when she pulls back out slowly. Her hips are barely moving and you slowly deduce what this is.

“I wonder what I did to make God send me such a malicious woman to my bed, ah-fuck!-”

She only gives you one satisfying thrust to shut you up, then she's back to being a bully.

You look up at her through your eyelashes. She's clearly gonna keep you here, keep gently pushing your buttons until you malfunction. You fear with how lightly she's rubbing your clit she's willing to spend all night here in bed until you squeal. Until you beg for her to properly breed you.

The eye roll you give your manager could kill a grown man. You don't mean to it was just a reflex as she went on and on about a special customer coming tonight.

“Roll those pretty eyes if you want to but they're back from their trip and that's when they storm their way in here riled up.”

“That's great and all Miss Babette but you don't even know who he's going to go for, if he’s a regular shouldn't he have one specific girl he comes for each time? Or is he a girl hopper?” Babette, as gentle as ever, helps you clasp your necklace. You'd only been a brothel worker for two weeks now and you were over the nervous jitters. It was almost the same routine every night with these pathetic men. “It stopped being scary once you realized they only last about two minutes on a good day, and more than half probably don't even know what or where the clit is.” Your tone is bored yet and still Babette is giving you a look you can't place. It's almost worry, you think.

The older woman grabs your chin. “You've already made your first mistake-” she shakes her head. “-this customer isn't a he, they're a she.”

You shrug, still unphased, “Okay so if they pick me-”

“When.” She corrects. ”And when she comes in call me over. Don't do anything to get yourself into trouble with someone like that in the time it takes me to walk over to you.”

“You can't just assume she's going to pick me!” You giggle. Waving over your coworker you ask them about this mystery customer. “Matilda, Miss Babette here has a mystery customer coming in, apparently she's run through each and every girl here. If that's true then just tell me is she bad enough to warrant this speech I'm being given?”

Matilda looks at Babette, her eyes going wide. “Oh…. Sevika's back?” The words make every girl in the dressing room freeze for a split second before they all begin to rush out the door to their sections. All before Babette had even confirmed it.

Your manager nods at the only woman brave enough not to scatter. “I don't even have any advice to give you darling besides good luck.” Matilda gives you a pat on the shoulder. “I would say maybe she won't notice there's a new girl but none of us have escaped at least one night with Sevika.”

“Oh please guys this has gotta be some sort of prank.” You stand up, becoming a bit perturbed by them acting as if this customer was some sort of evil cryptid. “I'm heading to the door to greet, see you later.”

You scamper off in your heels and don't hear the mumble your friend says to the manager. “She's toast.”

~~

The night is painfully slow. You spend most of your time directing the customers to the corresponding room of the woman of their choice. A few attempt to request you but per your managers instructions you have to wait until this Sevika person comes through and picks her poison. It almost makes you mad thinking of the money being passed up, though not having to worry about getting a strangers dick wet was always nice.

You stare at the ledger that's keeping track of customers. You're halfway there to fully zoning out, tempted to request cleaning or working the stripper pole instead of this. The only thing that shocks you out is the door slamming closed. You fly into autopilot, smiling and batting your eyelashes at the woman who just walked in. “Good evening love bug, may I get a name, and then I'll help you find whatever pleasure you are searching for~”

She flashes you a grin. Taking her cigar out and blowing the smoke off to the side. “Names Sevika.

You immediately have to bite back any and all remarks that pop up. Writing her name in the book you do as you were told and call over Babette who rushes over to take the reigns. Their conversation seems to be nothing more than pleasantries so you turn to walk off.

“And where does gorgeous think she's going?”

You almost don't stop at Sevika's words, assuming she was speaking about someone else. If it hadn't been for Babette grabbing your hand you'd have gone off to clean.

“Apologies Sevika, Y/N is still new.”

You raise an eyebrow at your boss in confusion. “I thought you'd want me to go check the vip room to make sure it's stocked before Miss Sevika and her pick entered, that is normally the protocol.”

“That is normally the protocol when you aren't the woman being picked, we already checked the room for you two.”

“With all due respect Babette, Sevika here hasn't requested me and I figured it rude to assume.”

Babette hisses out your name. Her signature sign to subtly tell you that you were on thin ice. You once again must swallow your nature to argue. Bowing in submission you look Sevika in her eyes. “Miss Babette is right I am still new, am I who you'd like tonight?”

Sevika’s eyes flicker between you and your boss. Amusement twinkling bright within them. “Kind of cruel to not warn her even a little about me, Im sure I've got a reputation of some sort.”

Babette closes her eyes and shakes her head “We tried to warn her, she’s just a bit… thick-skulled.”

“I am not thick skulled I simply think I should get to make up my own mind on who you are based on the choices you make and not on some silly rumors or past actions I didn't get to see with my own two eyes.” You're still in bowing position, glare burning holes into the ground. Words flow out your mouth quicker than you could stop them.

“Y/N-” Babette challenges. “Miss Sevika are you sure you want to deal with her tonight?”

Sevika breaks the tension between you and Babette, walking up to you and grabbing your hand. She pulls you not so delicately towards her own body making you almost stumble straight into her chest. She stabilizes you last minute grabbing your chin. “It's sweet you want to give people the benefit of the doubt but I'm exactly the bully they say I am.” Her other hand feels unnaturally cold as she runs it down your back and over your ass, you can't control the full body shiver that comes from you. “Don't worry Babette it seems like you need someone to break her in a little.” Sevika picks you up throwing you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “She's so pretty. I imagine these men probably do whatever she wants them to all the time, I'll show her how to behave.” Sevika shamelessly slaps your ass making you yelp. Making her way up the stairs with you attempting to keep whatever little dignity you had left while being absolutely manhandled.

~~

The sound of Sevika locking the door behind her makes your stomach turn a little. You don't have time to focus on that because next thing you know you're being tossed onto the master bed gracelessly.

You sit up fast, glaring at Sevika. “ I do not need anyone's help and I surely don't need to be broken down, I have every right to defend myself when I'm in the right.”

Sevika just stares at you silently. Her eyes roam all over your body in such a way you feel almost naked yet the anger flooding your veins is overriding any bashfulness you might have had in this moment. “And WHY would you want to have the reputation of being mean to the new girls? I was trying to defend you even before I knew anything about who you were.”

“That's your mistake. I didn't ask for your help.”

“Oh please if you were really so bad as they say you are you'd be banned from stepping foot into this building, which means whatever honorless predator they say you are isn't true.” You make sure to never break eye contact with her. She may be twice your size physically but you weren't about to be made to feel small. “I think your all bark no bite isn't that right Sevika?” You smile up at her, “So what'll it be, how do you want me to fuck you tonight?” You go to reach into the drawer filled with sex toys but freeze when you hear laughter.

Sevika looks thoroughly amused, almost a little crazed as she gets in the bed with you. Without even noticing it, you're backing up. That doesn't last long though because as soon as she notices she grabs your ankle and yanks you back into the perfect position to pin you down. It's only now that she's got you trapped with only one hand holding both wrists that you realized her entire arm is mechanical. You want to spend time observing it but she won't be quiet, won't stop egging you on, your eyes flit back to her face.

“Y/N was it?” She asks. Leaning down to whisper in your ear. “You might wanna stop digging the hole you're in, I've never had a woman speak to me in the way you just did.” She kisses your chin and slowly down your neck. “And here I was thinking I was gonna go easy on you cause you just look so fragile, almost too good to ruin……almost.”

Just the kisses on your neck was a lot to process. You decide to blame it on the fact you were already so worked up. It wasn't normal for any client to actually spend time pampering you. “Sevika I don't need you to do this, there really is no shame in just telling me how you want-ah!”

The lunatic was sucking rough on your neck now. There were sure to be some kind of hickey or bruise left over. “Ya know dollface I'm trying to decide if I should tie you up or just show you how easy it is for me to keep you down with one hand.”

“Kinda hng- kinda cheating if the hand you're using is metal, who wouldn't be able to hold a person down with an arm like that.”

She lets go, only to switch to her real arm holding you down. You curse in your head seeing how even when that metal arm wasn't touching you she still had you completely useless underneath her. Immediately you try to resist yet you are still subdued by one very muscular arm. “What nothing to say to that?”

Rolling your eyes you are growing tired of this quickly. “Wasting time trying to pretend you're a top, Sevi?”

“Says the woman squirming underneath me.”

“You put your teeth on me who wouldn't make a few noises at that!” You spit back.

“Oh Y/N you really gonna make this so much harder than it has to be.” Her other arm comes to the top of your one piece pulling it down to expose your chest.

“I am not being the difficult one, my job is to bring you pleasure and you won't just spit out what you really want, you think I'm going to believe you come here and blow hundreds of dollars just so you can finger me real good then leave?” You scoff, utterly unconvinced. “You’re just like the men who ask me ‘Do you like that?’ as they massage a spot that's thirty damn feet away from my clit.”

Sevika actually snorts at that. “Alright Y/N, yeah you got me, im here to use you. Since you wanna know so bad what gets me off then I'll tell you-” She slides her arm up your skirt and into your panties, slowly sliding two fingers over your cunt and landing only slightly away from the hood of your clit. She leans down and licks the bit of sweat that's materialized on your neck all the way up to your ear. “Nothing turns me on more than breaking down pretty brats like you by putting them through the fucking mattress.”

Her fingers land directly on your sweet spot making you choke. You search her face for signs that she's just trying to pick with you but this is the most sincere she's seemed all night. Pleasure and worry mix in your gut, you try to reverse your hips back not wanting to give into what she's demanding but she doesn't let you run. She tuts at you leaning down to take one nipple in her mouth. It's maddening the way she toys with the jewelry switching back and forth until both of your nips are hard. You’re fighting back panting, deciding to bite your lip and force silence. You can't remember the last client that actually made you feel an inch of pleasure. You were at a loss furrowing your brows together you refused to look at her, opting to pretend you were somewhere else.

“Open your eyes, it's one of your few good traits.”

“Oh screw-” your sassy response is interrupted by the palm of her hand landing a clean slap directly to your cunt. The response you have is out of your control, writhing in pleasure and pain your legs attempt to snap close anything to stop her from doing it again, but then you recognize she doesn't need to do it again she's already got exactly what she wanted from that.

“Look at the mess you've made from barely being played with?” She flashes her palm at you and it's covered in your essence. Slick running down her hand she goes in for a long lick letting a filthy deep groan out. “You taste as good as you look Y/N.” Once she's sure you're watching she closes her eyes and becomes consumed with tasting the fruit of her labor. “I’d let you taste but I don't think you deserve something so sweet with that rotten personality of yours.” Her last suck is exaggerated. Three of her fingers slowly slide out her mouth, saliva trail following them. “Well maybe-” she slowly brings her fingers to your mouth and desperately you surge forward to try and get a taste of her but as soon as you do you’re met with her taking your thigh and hitching it up on her hip as the three fingers push into your pussy and begin vibrating.

When you wail and arch up into her she hums in approval. “Oh yeah, there we go.” Sevika’s fingers are so long, she's hitting a place in you that you aren't accustomed to. You wanna fight it, fight her, but all you can do is wrap your fingers into the bedsheets and fuck up against her. “Enjoying my fingers I see, what'll you do if I really fuck you.”

“S-shut up!” The command comes out as a squeal. “Vibrating metal fingers what kind of…” your brain starts to blank. You shake your head back in forth trying to remember the words. “What kind of sadistic pervert do you have to be to even think of this.”

A sensation you've never felt before washes over you, immediately you try to close your legs and continue complaining. “Sevika be serious for a moment I feel off, let me go I need a moment.”

The woman's eyes show her confusion and then light up. “Oh my God you've gotta be joking, a sex worker who's never-” she trails off. You can see the gears turning in her head. “You aren't going anywhere, I have something to show you, something to prove.” She growls into your ear.

All you can do is take it. No amount of fighting it eased the intensity or frees you from her claws.

Sevika hums, ignoring you for a while in favor of working you up. She's staring into your soul enjoying every second of the active meltdown she was sending you into. “Are you getting it now? Your coworkers were right about me, you just accidentally admitted you were wrong.”

Only every other word is processed through your brain. Hips jerking up into her hand. The tightening in your stomach is undeniable. It’s been so long since you've cared to cum at all. Sex being your job had made it so much less interesting until this very moment when Sevika was dragging an orgasm out of you one way or another.

“I'm-pl-no I'm not gonna-” you swallow down the urge to beg. “Shit oh!” You arch so high it's almost painful. An incoherent squeal leaves your lips while she works you down from your high. Your eyes are once again squeezed shut and you don't open them again until you hear her meddling around in the drawer. You see her fixing a harness around her and immediately go into negotiation mode.

“Sevika, hunny, I don't think I can handle anymore that was intense and….” You're struggling to come up with the words to deter her. From just the glance she throws your way, you both know you can absolutely handle more physically but the embarrassment of being the only one fully naked, soaking wet, and near tears at the pleasure after all the mouthing off you did earlier, now that might kill you.

The smile she flashes at you says it all but still, she rubs it in “What's wrong baby? You look so good like this all messy underneath me. I'm all bark no bite right? so what's got you acting like my touch might burn you?”

“I am not!” You cry out. Your will to fight is being broken down little by little. “Who wouldn't cum after what you've done to me! It's only natural-”

She sticks her fingers in your mouth and without even thinking you start cleaning them off. Sucking them the way you know people like, normally it's you making people melt beneath you but you've finally met your match. “You're right about one single thing, for a slut like you this is natural~”

Sevika reaches into the bag she brought and the dildo attachment she pulls out makes your eyes widen. You try to pull back, to protest the size, to wiggle away but she's already accounted for all those reactions. She grabs your ankles pushing them near your head, not used to this position you groan at the feeling.

“Aw Y/N did just the stretch of your legs feel good right there? Your gonna love what I've got in store for you.”

“No, no, there's no way that's going to fit inside me, find someone else to torture with ah~” Your body betrays you, bucking up against the toy when she rubs it through your cunt to gather the wetness. Pure panic hits you and the next words tumble out so fast you can't stop it. “Sevika-” you try giving her puppy dog eyes. “Sevika I apologize.”

“HA!” the sound she lets out is so demeaning. “I think this is about something completely different than what you are crying about, maybe if you spit it out I'll go easy on you, hmm?”

Shit. You know she's beginning to read you like a book and yet you still try to talk your way out of this. “No I'm just intimidated by the size that's all I don't-”

Her other hand wraps itself around your throat, cutting off your lie. “A little bit ago you started whining and begged so pathetically for your freedom, you looked so so panicked, has no one ever made you squirt before? Better yet has anyone ever touched your g-spot before me because all I did was graze it and you fell apart at the seams.”

Fuck.

“Sevika I think-”

“No, you don't.” She smiles in response to the wicked glare you shoot her way.

“I THINK- you could find a woman who will do this for you for free, you are burning money for no reason.”

“Aw concerned for my well-being?”

You truthfully couldn't care less why she's doing what she's doing right now. She's paying to wreck you and all you can really do to keep a little composure is bicker with her. “I'm concerned about your brain it must be fried! You think I've gotten this far in life and never squirted?! I simply don't enjoy it…”

The look Sevika gives you lets you know that she knows you are full of shit. Though this time she doesn't roll her eyes, she starts rubbing little circles on your thighs soothing the small ache trying to take hold. “Ohhhh~” Her hands leave your neck and thigh, helping you sit up. For two seconds you think you've won and successfully baited her into not destroying you with her dick.

Until she picks you up and pins you against the door.

Her hands lift you up by your ass meaning your feet aren't on the ground anymore. The wind is almost knocked out of you and she smirks watching your naked breast heave, trying to get air back.

“Damnit Sevika!” It comes out strangled and strained. “I just said-”

“Oh, I heard you angel…I'm gonna abide by your wishes don't worry.” Her hands keep you spread out. Using the cum already coating your pussy, she makes sure her dildo is well lubricated. Truthfully you didn't even know being this wet was something you were capable of but you’d be damned if you addmited that to her. “Loud and clear” Sevika slowly inches into you choosing to watch your face contort as she maliciously complies with your story. Only the tip is in when she pulls back out slowly. Her hips are barely moving and you slowly deduce what this is.

“I wonder what I did to make God send me such a malicious woman to my bed, ah-fuck!-”

She only gives you one satisfying thrust to shut you up, then she's back to being a bully.

You look up at her through your eyelashes. She's clearly gonna keep you here, keep gently pushing your buttons until you malfunction. You fear with how lightly she's rubbing your clit she's willing to spend all night here in bed until you squeal. Until you beg for her to properly breed you.

After only a few minutes you can't take it anymore. You push your hips up, forcing the toy almost halfway inside you. Even that feels more rewarding than whatever crumbs she was giving you. It's short lived of course as she pulls out.

“Now Y/N what was that?” Quirking an eyebrow she's clearly holding back a smile. “You just bitched about not wanting me to touch your g spot or make you squirt, So stop moving and behave. Let me use you like a pocket pussy.”

Fuck Sevika. No matter what you did she was always quick to one-up you. You’re ready to crash out on this woman but a solution comes to mind. “Well you are right I don't like it but I don't want you to take all night to bust so I'll take it quietly if I must.” Crossing your arms you toot your nose up, she may fuck the pride and respect out your body but she could never take your spite.

“Aw” Sevika coos. “For me? You shouldn't have-” She fixes your position then thrusts till her hips connect with yours. She pulls out a few more times then slams back in every time. “You really shouldn't have.”

The woman sets a fast, hard pace. That wretched toy is so big you can not only feel the tip hit your stomach but see the bulge. Your hand goes down to push at Sevika's hips but because of the difference in your two strengths, she pays it no mind. Once again she's beating up your pussy and your left slackjawed and crying. Her dick thrust into the deepest most sensitive part of you over and over. There's nothing you can do now, you know you'll be clowned tomorrow for the way your wailing right now but it can't be helped. The cheap walls rattled with every push of her hips. No matter how much you tried to deny her your body is always honest. Say you don't like it but your pretty pussy is clenching so sweetly around the toy.

Around her.

“Oh Y/N the way your tits bounce is worth every penny I spent tonight. Sevika decides to look down to where you’re joined. Biting her lip she slows down to grind into your cunt staring shamelessly at your body. “Almost forgot about her~” Mechanical fingers come to caress your clit. Almost immediately that feeling takes hold in your tummy again and it's mind-numbingly intense. Your pitiful writhing is enough of a sign to know that you're racing toward your edge. Her real arm on your behind is single-handly keeping you up, she squeezes your ass hard before taunting. “Nothing else to say Y/N?”

All you know is pleasure right now. All you know is Sevika. You would be so disappointed in yourself later for melting like an ice cream cone in the summer heat in front of a woman like her but right now you were being reduced to a whiney bottom who wanted special treatment.

“Vika….please kiss me?”

Sevika froze for just a moment, confused by the sudden intimacy between you two. Normally she would shoot you down but God were you so damn gorgeous, your hair was a mess, lips swollen, makeup smudged, and still you were the best looking woman she's ever seen. She decides to indulge you and honestly herself too. Something switches in her brain when your kiss taste like cherry lipgloss Sevika sucks on your tongue not letting you retreat until she's had her fill. “Better Y/N?”

“So much better! So good! Gonna…I'm gonna make a mess if you don't stop Vika.” It's inevitable now. You were already leaking onto the damn floor, “Vika permission to cum? I want you to unh- want you to tell me I can mmm wanna be your good girl!”

Sevika considers being cruel, especially since you were being a brat the entire night and now that she had you about to blow you wanna act right but your angelic voice and tiny tears accumulating in the corner of your eyes were enough to stop her. “You don't deserve it but I'm so gracious that I'll give it to ya~”

That's all it takes, thank you is all you can get out before it turns to mindless moaning. Your hips jerk uncontrollably as you splash Sevika's pants, shirt, and even her face. Your hands are tangled in her hair and the tension makes Sevika groan. She wastes no time wiping the cum into her mouth and letting out a noise fit for the filthiest of porns. The mess you are making is all she could ask for and more. A model material girl all messed up like this because of her? Life couldn't be any sweeter. The cherry on top was how defiant you started out as only to crumple like a wet napkin.

Sevika surprisingly carried your princess style back to the bed, finding a dry area to lay you down. “Listen I'm not much for aftercare…” she trails off awkwardly.

Exhausted, you giggle. “That's okay Sevika you can go, I'm a big girl and I imagine there's other customers I have to deal with.”

Sevika returns to her grumpy face. “Can you even walk right now?” Annoyance clear in her voice. “Stop acting tough.” She shakes her head gray eyes rolling for the millionth time that night. “You seem damn near delirious”

You waved her off, pushing up on your elbows to look at her. “Well your times about up so you have to leave regardless, I'll just take a female client first until I regain my strength. “Would you like me to see you to the front door Sevika?”

For a reason she can't place you were pissing her off. “If you get up I'll make you regret it.” She pokes a finger at your chest. “I'll be back and you better be in the exact same spot Y/N.” With that, she nearly rushes out of the room. About 15 minutes later she's back and silently gets into bed with you.

“Sevika you gotta go and I gotta get back to work! Lets-”

She pulls you by the waist against her chest. “No.”

You are so tired but resist dozing off until she speaks up. “The room and you are mine till the morning sun comes up. Now go to sleep I can tell you need it badly.”

There's no energy left to actually tease her and it's nothing but a fleeting thought. You fall asleep peacefully for the first time in weeks.

[androcola]

You can go your own way (How can I ever change things that I feel?)

summary: Mike has a night out with a friend

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1978

Mike stumbled out of the restaurant with a woman following close behind as he laughed an uncharacteristic laugh. He was unsteady on his feet, his face was flushed and his head was swimming. He was drunk. Very drunk.

He didn't mean to get drunk, but one glass of wine led to another and suddenly their table looked like a bar. He usually avoided alcohol and hadn't been this drunk since his days of severe alcoholism back in Texas.

He was far too wasted to realize the monumental bill he had picked up all on his own in an act of chivalry. That wouldn't hit him until the morning, as well as a nasty hangover.

The woman who followed behind him was a friend. Nancy Kramer, being the receptionist at his therapist's office, had been seeing Mike every week since 1968 and over time made fond friends with the man. She was a short lady, a little younger than him, with blonde hair usually in a bun high on her head and a coral pink skirt suit. Her make up was slightly smudged and her hair looked tossed as she was also well wasted.

Since the two had become friends in the early 1970s, they'd been hanging out with each other just as Mike hung out with the others. The others were proud of him for the fact that he had opened up so much as to let another person take such a personal spot in his life. He also felt quite proud of himself as well.

Making friends outside of Micky, Peter, and Davy had never been an easy task for him.

The two drunkenly strolled down the sidewalk joking and laughing out loud at and with each other, bumping into each other and into strangers, receiving dirty looks and insults along the way, but neither of them cared, least of all Mike, who usually was very self conscious about his actions and habits in public and the looks they may get him.

Drunk didn't even begin to describe his current state.

He had no idea how he was still on his feet, or he wasn't even thinking about it. One of the many reasons he avoided alcohol was due to the fact that he was on many prescriptions, including Valium, which can make one drink feel like ten, or twenty, and he had certainly had his fill. He felt to be on another planet or plane of existence.

As the two tripped and stumbled through the night, having no idea what time it was, they came across a park with some benches. Perfect.

Nancy's high heels and her drunken state didn't make for a good combination and as a result she was constantly picking herself up, or being picked up by Mike who would nearly fall on top of her everytime, laughing to the point of tears.

They wandered into the dark park that was illuminated only by a few lamp posts and slumped down onto one of the benches together and their laughter slowly died to a few shared chuckles and then into silence.

Mike ran his hands down his face as it all hit him harder upon sitting down and he groaned aloud. “I'm way too drunk...” he slurred with a hiccup. He began to fear the inevitable stomach turn.

Nancy fell against his arm and sank into him feeling so drunkenly serene. “This was such a fun night... It's really been a while.” she said in her New York accent. She wasn't a native Californian, but she fit beautifully into the landscape.

“I guess it was...” Mike replied, once again hiccuping between his words, causing Nancy to giggle. Mike covered his mouth before placing his hand against his chest. “Oh dear...” he murmured. “I really shouldn't have had that much wine...”

“It's so warm out tonight...” Nancy said before wiggling out of her suit top, revealing her lacy white blouse which had a couple of small wine stains. She laid the top over the back of the bench and sunk back against Mike's arm. “That's better...” she said contently.

“You've got the right idea.” Mike said before removing the top of his chocolate brown suit and tossing it over the back of the bench and loosening his tie. He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to feel the gentle night breeze.

The two fell silent, sitting and watching the city move around from their bench. To Mike, it looked as if everything were moving in super slow motion, leaving behind it an after image that faded away and followed the next. The tall trees around them seemed to spin around him, causing him to feel as if he were at the very end of a funnel. He hung his head and rubbed his eyes, but that didn't get rid of the blurry and glowy after images that every moving thing produced.

He began to regret mixing so much alcohol with his prescriptions and he worried that things would only get worse. He really could've killed himself doing such a thing. He wondered if he just had. He found that as these thoughts crossed his mind, he couldn't quite access that worry and bring it to the front of his mind. It just wasn't touching him like he thought it should be, and he wondered whether it was the alcohol or his anxiety prescription doing it's job.

Suddenly, he felt a hand rubbing his arm deeply and he looked over to see Nancy still leaning into him and rubbing his arm. He thought this was odd, neither of them had never touched one another in this way. He couldn't be bothered to think anymore about it, however, as he was much too drunk and knew that she was quite drunk as well.

“What are you thinking about?...” Nancy asked in a soft tone. “Dunno.” was all Mike could manage in reply, now focusing all of his energy on keeping his eyes open and his stomach relaxed. The only fear that managed to penetrate the copious amount of alcohol in his system was that of the inevitable vomit fest that would take place.

“D'you ever thinking about us?...” Nancy asked, still a soft and almost sensual tone. Mike was extremely perplexed by such a question but before he could speak any reply, he suddenly let out a loud and drawn out burp, causing Nancy to start laughing almost as hard as she was just earlier. Mike quickly clasped his hand over his mouth, he could suddenly feel embarrassment again. He had always made an effort throughout their friendship to never let such sounds of that nature slip around her, after all, she is a lady.

“Heavens... Pardon me.” Mike slurred, patting his chest. “I think I'm just a little drunk...” he said. Obviously. Nancy's laughter resided and she leaned back into him. “Really... I mean it.” she then said, referring back to her question.

“I don't understand...” Mike replied. He really hadn't a clue what that question meant. She twirled her finger in a circle against his arm as she leaned in even closer, she couldn't get any closer but she managed.

“Nevermind...” she said, and with that, they both fell silent once more.

Mike didn't give the question a second thought as he once again focused all his energy on staying conscious. Nancy pressed her nose against Mike's arm and inhaled deeply through her nose, savoring his scent.

Mike always smelled vaguely floral, sometimes with a hint of denim or linen. He had never been a fan of cologne or musk due to his very sensitive sense of smell and an easily irritated throat, so instead he always wore very subtle perfumes and deodorants that smelled fresh and floral. Something that wouldn't cause him migraines.

It certainly wasn't typical of a man of these times, and she appreciated that.

Mike didn't notice the woman inhaling his scent. He held his head low in hand, listening to the city around him in almost disorienting stereo and reverb.

“I shouldn't have drank so much...” he groaned. “Are you alright?” Nancy asked, running her hand up his arm and to his shoulder. She felt the exact opposite from him. Serene and content. Just the perfect amount of wasted. “I will be.” Mike said with another smaller burp. He was beginning to remember why he stopped drinking all those years ago. “Pardon me...”

As he held his head down in a deep focus, he felt fingers walking up his arm like little legs and he glanced over to Nancy who had a big dopey smile on her face. He was completely oblivious to the implications of what she was doing and thought maybe she was just trying to play with him so he managed a small smile.

“If you're tryin' to tickle me, don't bother. I'm not ticklish.” He said. His Texas drawl, which had thinned throughout his years living in California, was thick and slurred in his drunken state, leaving him barely understandable.

She only smiled and let out the smallest chuckle as she continued to walk her fingers up his arm, then his shoulder, then across the back of his neck until her arm was around him. “What are you up to?” Mike chuckled, now making eye contact with her as she pulled him in close, so close that the tips of their noses touched.

Just then, she placed her other hand gently onto his chest and slipped her fingers in and out of the gaps between the buttons on his shirt, feeling his chest in small amounts, stroking the hair on it. She smiled more and more. Mike's hand quickly came up and closed over hers and pushed it away.

“Ms. Nancy...” Mike muttered before suddenly she lunged into him and pressed her lips against his in a somewhat sloppy kiss. Mike's eyes went wide and suddenly he was sober. He took her by both shoulders and pushed her gently and her lips disconnected from his. “Ms. Nancy!” he exclaimed before she pushed back into him and reconnected her lips to his. She grabbed his face and ran her fingers through his beard. The feeling of it was exhilarating and she felt herself become only more excited.

This time, with more force, he shoved her off and shuffled back on the bench away from her. “Ms. Nancy, what are ya doin'!?” he said, this time not so slurred. She smiled and laughed. “You taste like wine...” she giggled. “Ms. Nancy... you can't do this.” he said.

His mind immediately went to Nancy's boyfriend. Johnny Meisner, who was a shorter and somewhat neurotic man, bearing a slight resemblance to the Beach Boys' Alan Jardine, had always made Mike incredibly uncomfortable. It was clear that Nancy had a type. That being men of great neurosis.

He was a jealous man, hellbent on the idea that Mike was attempting to sweep Nancy off of her feet and away from him and would glare daggers at him anytime he was in their presence. Mike had many run-ins with the man, confronted and even threatened with violence if he kept “making moves” on her.

Mike plead his innocence every single time, on the grounds of his utter and life long lack of sexual feelings or attraction towards anyone at any point, but Johnny would hear nothing of, and it certainly wouldn't help his case if it were to come out that his girlfriend had kissed the man who was the object of his suspicions.

“Don't you ...Don't you find me attractive?” Nancy asked with a hint of desperation in her voice. Mike was floored by such a question. He had never thought of such a thing before. “I...” he muttered. “I thought you liked me...” she said, now only sounding pathetic. “Ms. Nancy... I like ya just fine... but... not like this.” he replied, so drunk and dumbfounded by everything that was unfolding that he was barely able to find his words.

“But... the way you look at me... the way you speak to me. Your eyes are so sincere... Your voice is so soft...” she slurred. “I thought you felt the same way... I thought this was a date...”

“Ms. Nancy... You have a man... and I'm pretty sure he wants my head, man!” Mike replied. “Oh, Michael...” Nancy sighed as she dropped her head. “Things between me and Johnny haven't been good for a while now.” she said. “You're all I think about when I'm with him... When we make love, I imagine it's you just to help me get through it all...”

“Ms. Nancy... what are you sayin'?...” Mike asked quietly. Nancy's head shot back up and her eyes locked onto his. They were filled with tears. “'I'm saying I'm in love with you, Michael!” she yelled as she stood slowly, still unsteady, but much steadier than earlier. “You don't know what you're sayin'... You're drunk. We both are. You don't mean this.” Mike reasoned.

“I've been in love with you since 1973...” she said. Everything was spilling out it seemed. “I think of you all the time... I fantasize about you in bed... in the shower... at work. Everywhere.”

That sent a rush of heat to Mikes already flushed face.

Mike felt shattered upon the realization that he had likely been feeding into this for years, completely oblivious to it all. “I thought you knew... I thought that's why you treated me the way you did.” she said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. Mike stayed silent, thinking his words over carefully, as carefully as he could in his current condition.

“You don't want this. You don't want me.” he uttered. She seemed to almost take offense to this. “I do!” she yelled. “Michael... I need you. I” before she could even finish what she was saying, Mike handed her suit top to her. “I think it's time to go home.” he said bluntly and flatly. She couldn't say anything anymore and finally relented, taking her top from him. “Let's go.” she said.

“Separately.” said Mike suddenly.

“I don't understand.” Nancy replied. “I'll call you a cab. have him take you home. I won't tell anyone about this. But you have to go.” Mike said. “But... what about you?” Nancy asked. “I'll find a way.” Mike replied. Truth be told, he had no idea what he was gonna do with himself, but at the moment, this felt like the right decision.

Nancy dropped her head and slumped back down onto the bench and laid her suit top over her shoulders and continued to wipe tears from her eyes and cheeks. She watched helplessly as Mike stood, but only after several attempts to do so, and shuffled over to a nearby phone booth to place a call to the cab service. She felt terrible. She knew she had ruined the night, her relationship with Johnny, and her friendship with Mike.

Mike stumbled into the phone booth, nearly falling over inside, trying his best to adjust to being back on his feet. His head spun much worse now that he was standing. He leaned up against the inside wall and rubbed his eyes for a moment before stuffing his hand down into his pocket to hopefully find a loose quarter.

Pulling the quarter out of his pocket, he held it tightly in his hand as he opened his eyes back up and squinted at the phone in front of him. It was dark inside the phone booth, nothing but the light of the street lamps. He slowly raised his hand up which shook and wobbled and he held the quarter in his fingers. Squinting harder, he inched the quarter closer and closer to the coin slot, trying to line up his aim just right.

“Okay...” he whispered to himself before slamming his hand against the phone, completely missing the coin slot and dropping his quarter onto the ground which rolled around on its side, making a little circle before falling on its face. Mike stared down at the quarter feeling defeated. He knew that if he attempted to bend over and pluck it from the ground, he'd more than likely fall over, and would be even more likely to not be able to get back up for at least a little while. “Aw no...” he mumbled pathetically.

Once again, he stuffed his hand back down into his pocket and rooted around for another quarter, desperate for another so that he wouldn't have to make the dangerous journey of bending over. Even sober he wasn't very good at that.

Several minutes passed as Nancy sat on the bench outside quietly weeping to herself, mascara running down and staining her cheeks. Every now and then she'd glance up at the distant phone booth, just barely seeing Mike's figure silhouetted by the city lights ahead. She had never felt a worse regret, and wondered if this may be the end of her friendship with Mike.

These feelings had been building up in her for years, but up until now she had done a pretty good job of keeping them to herself.

She wasn't lying when she said that things between her and her own man had been souring for a while. And it was certainly a turn off to watch him act so jealous, even threatening her friend with violence if he were to show his face around the two of them again.

She wondered where her life would end up, and if she'd ever learn to live with these feelings, now knowing that they were completely unreciprocated. Her heart ached. The tears continued to fall. She found herself almost wishing she had never met the man.

After a few more minutes of silence and quiet weeping, Mike came tumbling out of the phone booth and shuffled back over to Nancy and stood before her. She slowly turned her head up, almost afraid to look at him. He wobbled and swayed, trying his best to stay standing. “I've called you a cab.” he said flatly. “At least I'm sure I did... I'm not sure if they understood a single word I said.” he said, hiccuping a few times between words.

Nancy only nodded and dropped her head back down, sniffling a few times.

Mike frowned and plopped back down next to her onto the bench and just looked at her. He reached his hand out to touch her, but hesitated before pulling his hand away, realizing maybe he shouldn't touch her, lest she take it as an advance, a possible change of the mind.

“Please don't cry, Ms. Nancy...” Mike pleaded softly. “How can I not?... I've just ruined our friendship...” Nancy wept. Mike wanted badly to put his arm around her to comfort her but he couldn't bring himself to. “Our friendship isn't ruined... we can make this work.” he replied. “Oh, how could this ever work?... I can't change what I feel.” she said as her weeping became more pained. Mike sat quietly, looking down at the ground, thinking over his next words.

“We're both very drunk... maybe neither of us will remember this.” he finally spoke. Lame response, but it was all he could think of. His wits weren't with him at all.

Nancy didn't respond, she only shook her head. “Please don't tell your old man.” Mike said after several moments of silence. “I won't.” Nancy replied.

Once again a silence fell over the two. Both of them were absolutely spent and had no idea what to do with themselves. Nancy's sobs and sniffles died down and eventually she became entirely silent. They both sat on the bench with their heads down, assessing the situation.

Mike found himself wishing Micky were here.

Mike fiddled with his hands, watching them move in slow motion and watching the after images they left behind in the air, only occasionally glancing at Nancy discreetly. She stayed still with her head down and her arms crossed.

Mike wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what else he could say, and he wasn't sure it would even be intelligible. He let out a small sigh and rubbed his eyes again.

“I'm sorry.” Nancy's voice suddenly said and Mike lifted his head and looked to her. She didn't look back, keeping her head down. “Don't be...” Mike said softly. “We're just drunk.”

Suddenly, a big yellow taxi pulled up on the road in front of the park and Mike looked up. “Looks like your ride is here.” he said. Nancy looked up to see the taxi as well and then turned to Mike. “Come with me. I don't want you to be out here by yourself.” she said, putting her hand on Mike's arm. “No. you should go by yourself.” Mike replied.

He knew it would be the smart thing to just get in with her, but he didn't know if he could stand the awkward ride home. Also, he feared he may get sick in the car and he really didn't want her to get caught in the crossfire. Her or the poor cab driver.

Nancy dropped her hand from Mike's arm and looked away before standing up. “D'you want me to walk you to the cab?” Mike asked, looking up at her. “I think I can make it.” she said before she began to walk away, albeit a little unsteadily, but she managed to stay on her feet.

She approached the cab and reached for the door handle before hesitating. She looked back at Mike who sat smiling at her from the bench. He waved bye-bye to her and she pathetically waved back and tried to smile the best she could before turning and slipping into the cab.

Mike watched intently as the cab pulled out and drove away and he watched the car go until he could see it no longer. As soon as it was completely out of sight, Mike dropped his head and closed his eyes to think.

He was already out way past his own self imposed curfew, and he was sure his friends were likely up late and worried sick about him. He never intended to be out this long.

He reached behind him and grabbed his suit top from the back of the bench and pulled it over his shoulders and wrapped it around himself. Maybe Micky may still be up. Maybe he could place one more call and ask to be picked up. He wasn't sure if he had any more quarters, though.

He wondered then what may come of this. He told her he'd likely forget this by the morning, but, truth be told, he was sure to remember this. He only hoped it wouldn't hurt their friendship too badly. He hoped nothing irreparable had just happened.

He hoped everything would be okay by the morning.

[torpidgilliver]

Sure, I'll bite.

I'm aro/ace. I figured out the asexuality fairly early on, around high school or so, but kept dating because I was cripplingly afraid of dying alone. I threw myself at a couple of really solid friendships that opened themselves up to romance, and after the initial limmerence period wore off, I started to hate the partners whom I'd loved as friends. I broke up with my last partner after we hung out with my cousin and his then-boyfriend, because after a rowdy night of wandering the darkened city streets, it was clear to me that "enjoying a relationship" didn't look like anything I recognized. I told my ex that I needed to be alone because I was fairly sure I was aromantic and he responded in a way that still ticks me off to this day, by saying that he loved me and would wait until this phase passed. Every few years he texts me, usually in February, to briefly ask how I'm doing. Conversations with him usually peter out quickly after I tell him that I'm happy.

I was single through most of college, and living in a place where I had dozens of friends within walking distance purged fears of loneliness from my mind until I dropped out in senior year. I cannot stress this enough: regular in-person contact with people who make you smile is vital to your wellbeing. I'm an introvert who does a poor job of making friends, and this is true even for me. If I don't see humans who aren't my family or coworkers at least a couple times a week, I start to wilt like a sunless plant. I don't even notice until it becomes bad.

Where I am now, I've kind of fallen into. My best friend and roommate (and technically queerplatonic partner, though I'm allergic to any language that's associated with romantic relationships after all the bullshit I dealt with to get to accepting being aro) is polyam and pan, and damn near my opposite in every way that doesn't matter. She's disabled and autistic and needs patient help with things that might seem trivial to an allistic person. She's also a steady presence in my life who can handle situations that frustrate me to tears, and she's the only person I trust completely with every thought in my head that I might otherwise be ashamed to share. And we met by accident; we were both looking for roommates and the guy who connected the two of us with the intent of us being a group of three wound up getting muscled out of the picture because we were too close and he was too useless.

She helped me break through my anxiety to uproot from Florida and escape to the midwest. Her encouragement eventually got me to quit my last terrible job and find one that I'm happy in. And every evening when I come home, she's got the curtains thrown open for me (even though she likes to pretend to hate the sun) and the biggest hug I've ever had ready for me to walk into. I can't imagine life without her, and I'm not expected to sleep with her—or anyone—in order to keep this incredible gleaming light in my life.

If you're lonely and scared, I see you. Know that wherever you are right now, physically and/or emotionally, isn't where you will always be. For me, reaching happiness meant getting on an antidepressant regimen, linking arms with my favorite person to escape from a sinking hell to what we hope to be solid ground, and being pressured so hard at a job I hated that I finally quit and went to my dream job: admin in a small specialty clinic. Your path to happiness will be yours, and I promise that if you keep moving ahead slowly, eventually the fog will clear and you'll be able to see at least a few steps ahead.

Looking for some insights from the aro community...

If you're an aromantic person who is not in a romantic relationship but who feels like they are abundantly (or at least sufficiently) loved... can you talk a little bit about what your situation is, and how you found the people you did? It would really help me to hear some happy stories right now...

[icewindandboringhorror]

Some (late) holiday photos of the boye~!

[moonchild-in-blue]

Sometimes all you need is a good ol' coffee shop au tbh.

[ningtual]

not a sunwoo edit of him saying shibal going viral on tt again, you guys come back when you actually care about the boyz and aren't being babies about someone swearing ....

[adore-gregor]

🤞

[batfamfucker]

TikTok is now at the 'fake movie' stage Tumblr was at a few months back. Whilst we had Goncharov, they have a movie called 'Zepotha'.

For the trend, people will comment on videos to say the creator 'Looks like [Random Name] from Zepotha' and make up lore, edits and aesthetic videos based on the film, ect. It's a horror movie from the 80s. Everyone is upset the couple they were rooting for died.