#Only with the reservation of man… it’s big… and heavy… and REALLY huge and that’s bad…

[jorvikzelda]

This may be a good and normal thing but I have absolutely zero regrets about having purchased the laptop last night. Like all day yesterday and even as I was buying I was going oh god should I should I not but now I’m not even having second thoughts about the huge display lmao

[aurorawritestoescape]

JOEL’S VISIT | Bad Blood Extra | 3,8k

Summary: Joel pays you a visit and makes your night unforgettable.

Tw: +18, mdni, smut, step-cest, big age gap (reader is 22, Joel is in his late 40s), step uncle!Joel is a warning in himself, stepdad Tommy makes an appearance (kinda), fingering, ass play, anal, sex toy, spit as lube, pussy slapping, cum eating, creampie, degradation kink, praise kink, alcohol consumption, swearing.

A/n: written as a naughty bday present for my love @milla-frenchy 🥳 happy birthday, baby!😘🩷 ILY! Hope you’ll enjoy my little gift❤️ and Joel’s huge gift🍆🍑😏

Pics are only for the mood. Reader has no specific physical description. Reader wears a skirt. Dividers by @strangergraphics-archive

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You step into your favorite bar in your college town and search for him. You notice the familiar broad shoulders far away from the crowd and saunter there, on the way turning heads of the other patrons but you don’t care about them. As if by a magnet you’re being pulled to the man, who’s sipping whiskey in a dark corner booth. Joel Miller.

You hate to admit it but you really missed the fucker. Missed his rough hands, his dirty words, his assholish attitude. No one else can make your blood boil like that but the hate you often feel towards him morphs into passion so fast that you wonder if your relationship is meant to be. As toxic as they are, you've never felt such a strong pull towards anyone. Except your stepdad Tommy of course.

Right now Joel’s in the dog house. You’re still fuming over his intention to fuck someone with the hard on YOU gave him. So you don’t sit next to him and instead settle in front of the man at the booth.

Joel looks up from his drink and a smirk tugs at his lips, shining with drops of whiskey.

“Hey, uncle Joel,” you greet him with a reserved smile. He’s wearing a denim vest with a white tank top underneath and his huge arms make your heart skip a beat. Why does he always look so delicious?

“Hello, angel.”

His eyes slide down to your lips and then cleavage, with your tits almost spilling out of your top by design. He adjusts himself before asking,

“Doncha wanna give your favourite uncle a kiss?”

“Not really,” you reply as your eyes are boring into him.

He huffs a laugh and rubs his scruffy cheek.

“Being a cold bitch doesn’t suit you, baby. I prefer you needy and with my cock between your pretty lips.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes, but your mouth waters at his words.

“It’s a health issue, Joel. I don’t wanna catch anything after you fucked every hole in Austin.”

Joel’s brows rise up and he leans forward, planting his elbows on the table. Your teeth sink into your lower lip as you ogle his arms and shoulders.

“Oh, little slut’s jealous.”

You cross your arms making your breasts almost jump out of your top and lie,

“No, I‘m not.”

He narrows his eyes at you and takes a sip of his whiskey before talking again.

“Here’s a thing, angel. You can keep Tommy’s balls in a cute box under your bed. I don’t care. But ya definitely not getting mine.”

You scoff and he leans back against the seat.

“So let’s make it clear— I fuck whoever I want whenever I want.”

You clench your jaws as anger and jealousy squeeze your throat.

For some time you two sit in silence, the air between you electrified and heavy.

Finally Joel gets up with a grunt and you look up at him scared that he might leave, abandon you, but to your relief he comes up to your seat and plops down next to you. He turns to you slightly and puts his huge arm on the backrest behind you. He’s so close that it feels like a hug. His scent immediately envelops you and you gush as if on command.

“Look at me,” Joel gruffs but you keep staring ahead of yourself.

“Look. At. Me.”

The steel in his rumbling voice makes you throb and you turn your face to him, hiding your true emotions, your expression angry and cold.

“I’ve had a shitty day, angel. Don’t make it worse.”

He sounds serious and you furrow your brows with worry.

“What happened?”

Joel grabs his drink and finishes it. He wipes his lips with the back of his hand and talks to the empty glass.

”Paid Jess a visit today. Tommy left some stuff at your… her house.”

“Why didn’t he go himself?” you ask, feeling a pang of sadness that Tommy didn’t tell you anything.

Joel laughs.

“I don’t think he wants to meet your dear mother. He fucked her daughter on their marital bed. She ain’t exactly waiting for him there with open arms.”

“And you? I’m sure she wasn’t happy to see you either.”

“I don’t give a fuck. The bitch can curse me out all she wants. Tommy’s just too good of a guy. Feels bad.”

“Whatever,” you grumble.

Your gaze drops and you sit quietly, deep in your thoughts. Does Tommy feel bad about what happened? If so does he regret your relationship? Does he regret you?

“Hey,” Joel calls and you immediately look up at him, noticing a trace of softness in his voice. “Tommy asked me to give you something.”

“What?”

Joel turns to you more, his thigh presses against yours, and he brings his hand to your jaw. He pinches your chin and slowly leans down.

You slightly open your mouth, welcoming him, and he kisses you. In a second he’s licking into your mouth with passion, claiming you in front of everyone, and you melt, tasting whiskey and cigarettes on his hot tongue. He grabs the back of your head and devours your mouth, swallowing your needy whimpers as his other hand settles on your bare thigh, close to your naked pussy under the short skirt. He squeezes your leg and, feeling how much he wants you, you gush more. Your soft moans are drowned in a sea of chatter and music at the bar. It takes just a few seconds of this, of him, to make your pussy uncomfortably wet. Your core is crying for more and you open your legs wider, signaling him to touch you.

Joel’s plush lips part from yours as he mumbles,

“Here’s my needy slut.”

You reply with a flirty smile and press your body closer to his.

“Take me to a motel. Want you to fuck me like one of your cheap hookers.”

You drag your nose up his neck and Joel groans, roughly kneading your thigh.

“My sweet niece needs to get railed, uh? Dontcha have some fuck boy on standby at your dorm?

“I don’t cheat on daddy,” you whisper against his neck.

“Oh?”

”It’s ok if it’s you. It’s different.”

Joel huffs and then his expression gets serious.

”I can’t do motel today, baby. Need to get going.”

“Already?” you whine, pouting your lips.

“Yeah. Have work tomorrow. And if I get you all to myself in a room I won’t be able to stop fucking ya for at least a week.”

You smile and playfully bite the skin of his neck, before purring, “Sounds good.”

Your pussy is tingling for him and you desperately need to alleviate the ache.

“Please, Joel,” you sit straight and plead, batting your lashes at him. “I miss your big cock so much.”

Joel's wolfish grin makes your clit throb with the beat of your heart. Your tactics seem to work because he adjusts his big bulge and groans,

“My truck. Now.”

You can’t get up fast enough and then hurry to the exit, feeling Joel’s eyes on your swaying ass.

The parking lot is dark, illuminated only by one street light, and almost empty except for a few cars. Joel motions to his truck and you shiver when you walk there but not because of the cold. The culprit is an anticipation of his hands on your body, his cock deep inside you.

Before getting in you stop with your back to your step uncle.

”Wanna show you something.”

You bend over slightly and then lift your skirt. He sees your bare ass and you hear a whistle.

“Juicy.” He grabs your asscheeks but you swat his hands away.

“No, Joel. Wait.“

You push your ass out and spread your cheeks so he could see a pink jeweled butt plug, shaped like a heart.

“Fuck, angel, this for me? Been training your ass to take my big dick?

“Yeah. I thought you might miss it.”

You sigh when he presses his whole frame to yours. His big hands start kneading your naked cheeks and he licks the side of your neck and sucks a hickey into your delicate skin.

“Tommy asked me to leave this as a message for everyone.”

“What’s the message?” You breathe out, grinding your butt against Joel’s bulge.

“This pussy‘s taken. You’re ours.”

You moan, reveling in the possessiveness of the brothers and the sensation of Joel’s heavy body, pressing you against the truck, and you’re slowly but surely drenching your inner thighs. Soon the need overtakes any pride you have left.

“Fuck me, Joel. Fuck my ass. Please.”

“Sure, angel,” he growls, taking a step back, and pulls you off the truck. ”Inside. On your back.”

You do as you’re told, drunk with desire and excitement, and lie down on the faux leather seat at the back of the car. Joel settles between your thighs and throws your left ankle on his shoulder, opening you up for him.

“You often fuck here?” you ask, noticing how fast he found a comfortable position.

He replies with a smirk, “No, only on special occasions.”

You shoot him a playful wink.

“Aww. I’m flattered.”

“Ya should be. I’ll probably spend ages cleaning everything off your slick, little slut.”

“Fuck you,” you giggle and spread your thighs wider, as he grabs your hips and lifts them a little.

The hem of your skirt slides to your waist and Joel leers at your exposed pussy. In the almost dark car his eyes are glinting like those of a predator in a night forest. Your breath hitches as you marvel at his handsome features, accentuated by the dim yellow glow from the outside.

Joel seems to be mesmerized by you too.

“Here she is. Wet little pussy.”

He covers your cunt with his big hand and you shiver when his warm palm squeezes your cold folds.

A gasp crawls up your throat as Joel begins playing with your slippery cunt, drawing soft moans from you—he slides his fingers over your lips, massages your mound, lightly grazes your eager clit and when he lowers his hand and brushes the pink heart of your butt plug, you buck your hips, calling for him to take you.

His light ministrations feel so good you might cry but they are not enough to satiate your thirst so you yank the neckline of your top down and start kneading your naked breasts.

“Fuck, angel, never met anyone this horny and cock hungry.”

You don’t reply, fully lost in the sensations, but Joel demands your attention by flicking your clit and you cry out as a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure shoots through your body.

“Joelllll,” you whine but then a hazy smile blooms on your face and your step uncle notices it.

“How could I forget that my little niece likes a lil bit of pain with her pleasure? Dirty fucking girl.”

You smirk and Joel continues,

“I see you clenching your holes, baby. That pretty plug of yours nearly jumped out of your asshole. Let’s make it dance.”

Suddenly he slaps your pussy with an open palm and you whine,

“Fuck, Joel.” Your body jerks and all your muscles contract. His hot palm lands on your blooming cunt again and again, the strokes light but precise and sharp. Your soft moans fill the truck, sometimes interrupted by Joel’s encouragement.

“Doing good, angel— ya know ya deserve it—look at ya asshole sucking in the plug— your pussy’s winking at me—can ya come like that, baby?”

Through the lustful fog in your head, you barely register what he wants from you but when you do, your fingers start twitching your nipples, pushing yourself closer to the edge.

Slap—slap—slap, Joel spanks your slicked puffy folds and when his wet hand hits your clit just right, you cry out. Your head dips into the seat, your back arches as you come undone from Joel’s rough caress and he praises,

“Yeah, like that, angel. Good fucking slut.”

It takes you some time to stop trembling and when your limbs and body relax, you find Joel’s obsidian eyes drinking in every sign of your ecstasy.

“That was…Wow. Never came from spanking before.”

“‘s weird considering what a bratty bitch you can be. I’d think every second lover wants to slap your cunt.”

You smirk and flutter your eyes shut, still melting after experiencing such an incredible pleasure.

But they immediately snap open when you feel your butt plug move. You see Joel’s eyes glued to your puckered hole, held open by the jeweled toy.

“Joel?” Your voice is strained by the overwhelming sensation of the plug shifting its position inside you and you lift yourself on your elbows to see what he’s doing.

“I really missed your tight hole, angel. Very. Much.”

Joel empathizes each word by moving the plug in and out of your asshole. It glides smoothly, covered with lube and now your slick. You bite your lip, and whimper at the sight and feeling of your tight hole, stretching around the shiny head of the plug and then clamping around its base.

“Damn,” Joel mumbles to himself, as his fingers leave the plug and he begins unbuckling his belt. “Your asshole‘s drenched by your needy pussy. Might do without lube.”

“Yeah, Joel, fuck me raw. ‘s ok if it burns a little.”

“Shit, angel. Naughty slut. Look what ya doing to me.”

Joel unzips his jeans and tugs them down and your eyes are graced with the sight of his huge hard cock. The tip looks like a fat shiny lollipop and you almost drool seeing it bob over your naked cunt.

“Let’s replace the toy with something better, baby”.

Joel’s hand confidently wraps around the base of his stiff manhood while the other pulls on the plug. Your asshole clenches around it tightly, not letting it go, but Joel slowly slides it out and your ring closes.

Your chest is heaving with a mixture of excitement and nerves as Joel slides his cock between your soaked folds, wetting it, and then nudges your asshole with his leaking tip. He pushes in and you take a deep breath to relax but your hole is too tight.

“C’mon, little slut, relax for me.”

”Yeah,” you nod obediently and lie back down, looking up and trying to relax your muscles.

”‘s like that, open up for me, angel. You’ve taken me before.”

“Yeah, but … when I took your huge dick Tommy was there. He knows how to make me relax.”

You find Joel’s obsidian eyes, and then look down at his lips. The man scoffs.

“I ain’t gonna smooch ya forehead, baby. And ‘good girl’ for sure ain’t about you, little slut. So let’s try something else.”

Suddenly you feel Joel’s cock bump into your hardened clit. You whimper, hazy eyes locked with Joel’s, and he drops his head and starts drawing circles over your sensitive bud with his slippery tip.

“Ya like when I do this?”

”Yeah.”

“Good, breathe, baby. Unclench for me. Uncle wants to ruin your tight ass.”

He’s swirling your clit for some time and when the sensation of him, massaging your pussy, brings you close to the second climax, he slides his cock down to your crack and pushes into your tight ring.

With a gasp you feel your asshole give in as he inserts his mushroom head inside your ass, slowly but assertively. Your nails dig into the faux leather of the seat while Joel groans and closes his eyes and you watch his handsome weathered face twist in pleasure.

“Fuckkk,“ he growls and your heart sings, seeing him enjoy your body that much. Not minding the dull pain and the feeling of fullness, you whisper,

“Deeper, Joel. Want your whole cock in my ass.”

He opens his eyes and smirks at you,

“‘Course, angel. Gonna use you so good, you won’t be able to sit for a week.”

His promise should probably make you nervous but lust has completely taken over your body and mind so you bend your legs and press them to your sides, submitting your body to him like an offering.

Joel’s huge hands grab your asscheeks, he spreads them and holds you open before rolling his hips, pushing his cock deeper into you.

He’s grunting and groaning while you’re breathing in and out steadily, opening up for him more and more. Letting him claim the deepest part of you.

Soon Joel bottoms out with a satisfied sigh and stops his movement.

“Look at that, angel. My dick’s fully inside ya ass.” His eyes are focused on the place where he’s sheathed inside you. ”Fuck, I’m so happy Tommy married your mother. It brought me here.”

He chuckles and drops his head back in pleasure and you lift on your elbows to see the way you are joined and watch your asshole flex around the base of his cock.

“Yeah, glad we met, Joel. Now can you please move?” You whine, desperately needing more. Joel doesn’t make you wait- he grabs your hips tighter and slowly pulls his cock out almost to the tip and then slams it back inside as you moan and grab onto the seat.

He starts off slow, rhythmically moving his stiffness inside your ass, then pulls out his glistening shaft half way out of you, spits on it, and plunges back in your canal. You moan as the wetness adds to the pleasure, coursing through your body, and soon your sweet sounds and Joel’s groans fill the inside of the truck.

You whine your step uncle’s name and your hand slithers down to your cunt.

“What is it, little slut? Aw, your needy pussy’s lonely,huh?”Joel mocks, through gritted teeth, and you gloat inside thinking that he must have a real hard time trying not to burst inside you.

But you decide to be a good girl for him so you bite your lip, pull your eyebrows together and nod.

“You’re cute, let’s fill your sloppy hole too then.”

Joel leans down and brings his index and middle fingers to your mouth.

“Make ‘em all nice and wet, angel.”

You smile and take his thick digits between your lips and lick them, glide your tongue over his skin, coating it in your saliva.

When Joel decides it’s enough, he pulls them out and straightens, slowing down his thrusts.

With his cock deep in your ass, he pushes two of his fingers into your crying pussy and you both watch both of your holes being spread wide around Joel.

“Fuck, I’m so full. Your fingers are like another cock inside me.”

“Ya welcome,” he mumbles and starts fucking both of your entrances— your ass with his cock, your pussy with his hand.

If you were enjoying yourself before now you’re in heaven.

“Yes, Joel, don’t stop,” you moan and the man growls in response. His thick and long cock in your ass takes so much room that your pussy channel feels tighter, his fingers stimulate you so much better, that in no time your walls start contracting around his fingers. Squelching sounds of your weeping cunt makes Joel fuck into your holes faster and soon you unravel under his ministrations, crying out his name and arching your back off the seat. You’re trembling all over, cock dumb, pleasure drunk, biting your puffy lips and leaving scratches on the seat.

When you relax and melt under the man, he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, and slowly thrusting into your ass, lets you clean them up.

”Lick it off, angel, be a good girl.”

You lazily taste yourself and then he covers your body with his, pressing you into the seat, his hips flush with your asscheeks.

“Gonna come soon, baby. Gimme some sugar.”

With that he kisses you passionately and begins hammering into your ass, reaching the deepest spot inside you, feverishly chasing his climax.

Seizing this moment of unity with him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hold him tight, while your tongues are moving against each other. You’re gladly letting him take everything from you and soon his muscles tense under your touch and he makes a few hard thrusts and then moans into your mouth and begins spurting ropes of hot cum inside you. He’s filling you up to the brim, his throbbing cock moving in and out of your tight canal, pushing his cum deeper into your stretched ass.

You’re nuzzling his cheek, tasting his skin with your tongue, and the overwhelming feelings in your chest make you forget your complicated relationship with the man stuffing you so well and you purr his name into his ear, softly, gently, pouring so much into these four letters. Joel locks eyes with you, while his cock still twitches inside you from time to time.

His gaze is relaxed, soft and satisfied, rid of the usual sharpness, mockery, guard.

Your throat squeezes and your breath hitches when you realize that you’re staring at someone else, someone deep inside Joel you know and before he disappears, hides behind the wall, you kiss him gently, hug him close, and he gives you all of that back.

A few minutes later Joel’s tucking his cock back into his jeans, groaning about your slick and scratches all over the seat. The asshole is back.

“Maybe ya wanna lick off your mess, angel?”

“Fuck off,” you snap, fixing your clothes, and then get into the front of the truck and carefully sit down on the passenger seat. Your ass is sore and plugged up again with Joel’s cum inside. ”A warm farewell gift for ya,” he laughed.

“Going raw was a mistake,” you complain with a hiss and watch him get behind the wheel with a lit cigarette between his lips.

“Take me to the dorm,” you command and Joel glares at you without moving.

“Please, uncle Joel,” you bat your lashes with exaggeration and he starts the car.

You immediately take out your phone and call Tommy.

“Hey, baby.”

“Daddy! Guess who just fucked my ass!” You chirp with excitement into the speaker.

You hear Tommy chuckling, Joel curses and smiles at you.

“I need the details, baby.”

You give Joel a wink and start talking.

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[thehighladywrites]

— “ an unexpected twist ”

⋆˙⟡ pairing: professor eris vanserra x reader, part 3

⋆˙⟡ summary: you spend every weekend at eris’s mansion, what happens this time? Who is Eris Vanserra and how come he is so rich on a professors salary? GASP A PLOT TWIST

⋆˙⟡ warnings: mentions of smut, tw talks of beron vanserra����, abusive childhood, eris dropping huge stacks of money on you, eris channeling his inner sugar daddy, you call him daddy for the first time ever, mentions of an unalive body.

⋆˙⟡ amara’s note: i’m not going to lie the plot twist is either a banger or the messiest thing i’ve ever written (pls be a banger)

part 1, part 2

In the gentle morning light, you lay there in his bed, your lover's bed, serenely unaware of him, enchanted by the sight of you.

Eris had been awake for hours, yet the idea of leaving the cocoon of your warmth never crossed his mind. He marveled at the sheer luck of having someone as incredible as you in his life.

Last night, he came to the realization that he had started to feel mushy and in love with you. The thought still rattled him, and he couldn't shake the slight wariness that you held the power to influence his feelings.

Feelings, thoughts, and open discussions were never entertained in the Vanserra household. Eris and his brothers had been raised by their abusive father, who subjected them to verbal, physical, and emotional abuse. Their father manipulated them into accepting and believing whatever suited his agenda.

Through the passing years, Eris had finely tuned his act as the heartbreakingly cold and scornful eldest son. The mask of cruelty clung to him so persistently that he found himself questioning if it was a facade or a painful reflection of his true self.

When his old man kicked the bucket, Eris felt like a ton of bricks was off his back – turns out, it was just an act. Now, with the nosy observer out of the picture, he went all out decorating his room, something he couldn't do growing up. At firat he felt stupid for being happy about being able to change his room because it was something so normalized but he realized how much it healed his inner child. No more walking on eggshells; he could finally kick back. Where did he celebrate his first taste of freedom? The same bar where he first bumped into you.

Grinning at the notion, Eris not only shed a heavy burden but also welcomed newfound brightness into his life. He was determined not to mess things up in any way.

Fully aware that his actions were objectively wrong, Eris couldn't muster the will to change course. He had succumbed to love, a fertile ground for obsession. While he concealed that side for now, he knew it would eventually surface.

The gentle stir in his arms brought Eris back to the present. A warm feeling enveloped his heart as he looked down at you, tenderly running his fingers through your hair, savoring the sweet moment.

Bending down, Eris pressed a gentle kiss on your head, catching the sweet aroma of the strawberry-scented shampoo you insisted he use. Amused by the fact that his hair had never been smoother, he looked at you with a smile.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Want to do something fun today?” he suggested.

Excited, you sat up straight, a huge grin on your face, eager for some fun. When you asked him what he had in mind, Eris leaned in, maintaining eye contact, and handed you a black card with a hint of mystery.

“Go crazy,” he smirked, settling in with his glasses, preparing to read the book laying on the nightstand.

You stared at the black card and then at him. The question lingered – how did a professor end up with a black card? Weren't those reserved for big spenders and invite-only privileges?

“There's no need to be shy, love. Ask whatever it is you want to ask,” he reassured you, a knowing smile playing on his lips. Your cheeks warmed at how well he seemed to know you.

“How are you so rich? I mean, no offense, but I thought professors and teachers weren’t really that... well-off,” you inquired, genuine curiosity in your voice.

“I'm not only a professor, beautiful. I worked at my father’s company before he passed, and now I’m the owner and the CEO. Teaching is just a side job,” he explained, shedding light on his financial standing.

“Oh, I didn’t expect that. So what do you do?” you asked.

“Investment banking,” he replied quickly, not seemingly open to having a conversation about it.

You didn’t really know what that meant but you also really didn’t care. He had money and you were gonna spend it.

“Huh, okay. Does that mean I can buy whatever I want?” you tilted your head at him, a teasing expression on your face with slightly raised eyebrows.

“You can buy whatever you want. Start off by adding the card to your Apple Pay wallet. I want to pay for whatever it is you need. Don’t worry about anything anymore, my love.”

He kissed your forehead, and the gesture made your vision slightly blurry. Eris took such good care of you, and the desire to make him proud lingered in your heart. Wanting to lightheartedly joke with him you tell him how much he reminds you of a dominating sugar daddy.

“Yeah? A dom sugar daddy, huh? How about you come here and give me something sweet, then?”

His taunting voice almost turned your brain to mush. This dynamic was entirely new and felt amazing. Eris embodied a provider, protector, and lover, all in one. No more worrying about the bare minimum or small things – he treated you like a queen. Unlike people your age, he didn't play games or ask for something in return for his gestures; it was a standard for him, a refreshing change.

You were well aware that Eris's fucking would leave you in need of a nap, so you decided to playfully tease him now, saving the rest for later.

“I promise to give you something real sweet after I’m done shopping, daddy.”

Damn. You knew you should’ve saved it for later. The man grabbed your giggling form and quickly turned it into moans, whimpers and sobs.

—

Obviously and sadly you couldn’t go outside together and shop so you had to order things online, but it was fine because it was so much more convenient this way. With a few clicks, your numerous packages arrived. Was it rude to order so much on someone else’s card? Hmm… maybe for regular people, but not for you. The man had a black card aka no fucking limit. You could buy literally anything and it would go through. So you did what any sane person with an unlimited budget did.

You shopped your ass off.

Clothes, makeup, skincare, books – you turned his doorstep into a glam runway. Nails, lashes, hair appointments – basically, you scheduled a spa day for yourself via delivery. Waxes, new phone case, upgraded computer – you were basically giving your whole life a makeover. Better shoes, nicer bag – You didn't just shop; you leveled up your entire wardrobe.

When you saw the damage of your shopping spree in his living room your cheeks heated as you looked at him with an apologetic smile.

But Eris wasn’t mad, not in the slightest. There was truly no better feeling than being able to spoil you. He loved your facial expressions when you saw something that caught your eye, loved the way your eyes sparkled when you saw a cute piece of jewelry that you just had to have. Your unapologetic way of spending his money was such a turn on for him. You sure showed him how much you appreciate him…

—

The weekend with Eris was almost over, and the thought of going back to school didn't sit well with you. Being with him felt comfortable and safe, away from potentially judgmental eyes and consequences. Now, you had to act like he's just another professor, dealing with thirsty whispers from fellow students that made your fists tighten. And don't get started on Professor Jensen – despite your warnings, she still managed to hover around Eris. Guess you’d just prove your words weren’t just words and that being around Eris would give her consequences. The return to the school routine felt like a looming storm, and you weren't looking forward to it.

You voiced your concerns to him and he gave you comfort and promised that you’d be spending more time with each other next weekend and all weekends forward.

After your final night routine, you fall asleep together, finding comfort and warmth in each other's embrace. The room quieted down, and your drift off into a peaceful slumber.

—

However, the peace was short-lived. Hearing a muffled thud, you attempted to snuggle closer to Eris, only to find his heated presence absent. Sitting up, you assumed he might be in the bathroom. As minutes passed without his return, worry crept in, and the realization hit you – you had grown accustomed to his warmth, and now, sleep seemed impossible without him by your side.

You got a blanket and wrapped it around you, got into the fuzzy slipper he got you and went to look for him.

Shirtless, Eris stood there, speaking harshly into his phone. Another male voice emanated from the speaker, filled with concern and fear.

“I won't repeat myself. The deal happens tomorrow night, or you will face consequences. Inquire with your father. Oh, wait, that’s right, you can't.”

Eris's voice turned taunting and cruel, unlike the playful teasing you were familiar with. This was a cold demeanor you hadn't seen before, a stark departure from the Eris you had grown accustomed to.

“Eris?”

His entire body froze, not expecting to see you awake. He prayed to every god and whatever people prayed to these days that the man on the phone didn't hear your voice. Because there was no telling what he’d do if he found out Eris had a weak spot. He reminded the man of what he said and hung up before turning around and going back into the warm Eris you knew.

“What are you doing up, princess? It's 2 in the morning,” he smiled so warmly and softly at you, it nearly made you forget your words.

“I couldn’t sleep without you. What’s going on? You sounded angry, is everything okay?”

He looked at you with tenderness, grabbing your cheeks before kissing you softly.

“It was just one of my employees at the company who had been slacking off a bit. Don’t worry about me, my love. Let’s get you back to bed.”

You nodded at him, lifting your arms in a sleepy gesture for him to lift you up. With a chuckle and no difficulty, he complied.

Eris cradled your head in the crook of his neck, strategically shielding your view. Unbeknownst to you, his men worked silently in the background, discreetly cleaning up the dead body. He fervently prayed that your drowsiness kept you oblivious to the grim details.

Crossing his fingers, Eris also hoped the presence of his gun on the nearby table escaped your notice in the dimly lit room.

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[hunterssm00n]

NSFW ! Thomas Hewitt hc’s

A little bit dangerous / but baby, that’s how I want it

*cw include mention of cnc and mention of slight gore* MDNI - 18+

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

• big boy, big hands, big fat ddddd - i don’t make the rules *shrugs*

• his fingers are like sausages on his hands, and are bigger and thicker than pretty much everyone else’s he comes across. i’ve always noticed how big and meaty his hands are, and the thought that they could crush someone’s skull just as easily as they could hold a kitten is just… unnnf

• his hands are quite large, warm, and super calloused from his day to day life. i hc that since his family is elderly he ends up doing a lot for them, and that includes housework, maybe some repairs, and definitely anything to do with getting food on the table. rough, weathered hands that can be gentle is one of the sexiest things ever.

• despite his sheer size and strength, tommy is an incredibly gentle lover. he’s a very sweet and considerate partner.

• after some practice and allowing his confidence to grow, those big hands know exactly what they’re doing- and a man with big hands that knows how to use them? *swoons*

• he’s a switch; can be a top or a bottom. loves being ridden but also loves being in control

• did not know pretty much anything about sex growing up, uncle charlie tried to explain it to him but you can imagine how well that went. this may have resulted in thomas having some unnatural fears when it comes to intimacy, but thankfully he's a quick study and is open to positive influence when there are good feelings associated.

• this can mean that this sweet boy can be talked into doing pretty much anything. as long as he understands there's nothing to be afraid of, and that if he doesn't like something he can always stop/indicate that he wants to stop.

• for example, he would only be open to cnc if he understands that it's a game - i really don't think he would be able to violate someone that way (which might sound weird considering he chainsaws people in half and then cuts off their faces and wears them...) as long as he knows it's for fun i feel like he would be open to anything

• sooo considerate afterwards - a total sweetheart who absolutely jumps at the chance to do aftercare

• he is always hot - figuratively and literally. i hc that his big boy body is like a furnace. this means the ultimate snuggle time in the winter, and just in general.

• he’s long and thick down there, lawd have mercy. like, almost doesn’t fit all the way he’s so big. and his balls are large and heavy, full of hot seed, and they swing back and forth when he thrusts, creating the perfect titillating sensation.

• when he cums… dear god. it’s like the hoover dam breaking open. he definitely needs lots of towels to clean up afterwards - or just straight up jumping in the bath/shower to rinse off

• his favorite positions are missionary and being ridden - the best of both worlds

• and he absolutely loves sex in the shower/bath. he is super touch starved, especially in the romantic sense, so that level of intimacy completely blows his mind.

• he adores being praised; being told what a good boy he is, how good what he's doing feels. he likes to know when he's doing something right - it is a huge confidence boost for this shy guy

• he actually isn't as quiet during sex as one may think. not that he says anything, but the noises he makes instead are equally as good. low groans, pitiful moans when something feels too good, and even growling when he cums. thomas is just so animalistic in nature, and much like when he's chasing after someone with his chainsaw, sometimes the beast just needs to be unleashed.

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow this work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

AN: I do not own the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise or any of its characters. I also do not own the song ‘Into You’ by Ariana Grande.

[xuchiya]

k.hongjoong {apron moments}

cafe love m.list  || k.hongjoong || p.seonghwa || j.yunho || k.yeosang || c.san || s.mingi || j.wooyoung || c.jongho

just imagining how you [quiet, humourless] would assist hongjoong, one of the new employees of the restaurant, inside the kitchen. His job was to make breakfast menus but for his first day, he’ll be incharge with the other barista.

you hand him an apron which hongjoong finds a little— a huge problem as he finds himself getting stuck with the criss cross apron. you watch at the side before sighing through your nose and approach the struggling man.

"stop moving." your dull voice halted hongjoong in his wrestling fight and froze when you went near him; oblivious to his reaction, you took the apron and placed it over his head, height not a big discussion as you both were on the same height. when your hands run down towards the two strings of the apron, which was quite long to be only tied at the back, so it was also wrapped around towards your front and bow tie it.

and that's what you did, you lean to his side like a hug (but not touching each other) to tie the first knot of the strings then return back to the front; you pull a little too hard causing hongjoong-- who seem to be out of his mind of how close you both were are.

"oof." hongjoong stumble towards you, which you did not also expect his fall; his hand went around the back of your head while the other on the wall behind you both. Your lips open in a small gasp of surprise; both of the air knocking out of you and the approximate distance of you and hongjoong.

  Your heart leaped when you made eye contact, you had been a reserved person and never been this close towards any person hence hugging your friends thus the opposite gender. 

  Hongjoong would run away this instant from embarrassment but he couldn't, not even his muscles were cooperating with him at the moment, he’s paralysed by your beauty and tough front. He had admired women with neutral yet fiery personality, it made dominance picture perfect them when facing challenges.

 “Uhm .. hongjoong-ssi ..” he was taken out of his thoughts when he notice your redden face turn to the side, if the situation is not too serious for him; he would smile and tease you but he is playing with his cards that moment and might lose if place the wrong move and got him fire on his first day.

 He moves away, clearing his throat in awkwardness, “so-sorry sunbaenim …” you nodded, walking away from him without mentioning more but motioning towards his unfinished apron knot business, “you must know how to tie a knot, finish that and meet me outside.”

   Your face was painted with cherry colour as the moment keep repeating like broken record and had you groaning everytime you look at honjoong, “just why do you keep being in my mind?” you mumble as you tow away towards your senior head— Eden.

He sees your figure and immediately he knows something was up, “New kid?” You nodded before sighing softly, “I'm a little worried Wooyoung would lose his patience with him.” Eden shakes his head whilst holding his clipboard, he gave you the clipboard before walking back to his office, “Let’s talk here.”

“WHAT?!” The words hung heavy in the air. Eden is resigning. Your stomach clenched, a cold fist twisting tighter. He was gruff sometimes, a man of routine, but beneath the gruff exterior was a well of unwavering support. He'd become...well, something akin to a father figure.

He sighs, expecting that kind of reaction from you but explaining to him gets harder with each passing minute, “I am getting old sweetheart and seeing the cafe working as I expect it to be is a reassurance for me. I know someone who can monitor the cafe, he’s my godson and he’ll do perfectly for this job. I hope you take care of him well.”

You can not really lie to yourself as what he said is true, the cafe used to be a mere stand that Eden has materials to use just outside his house and now? He has his own shop where some customers can rest while talking to their friends. He started really young, guessing 18 whilst you were just 10 who served people their orders until you got used to the job and now you were his sidekick inside the shop.

But seeing him leave makes a hard time for you, the other workers were hired after 2 years of the shop opening and got close with them. Though with your “dull” personality, they still accept you.

“It’s gonna take time for you sweetheart but I’ll visit afterall, I’m still the owner of the cafe.” He exclaimed, his face showing a fake smug look to emphasise what he had accomplished. You chuckle softly, “Okay okay but at least tell the others the news.”

It was towards evening and the night was still young so in the moment of Eden’s resignation, they celebrated it inside the coffee shop. The air crackled with a bittersweet energy as the news of Eden's resignation settled. Laughter, a touch louder than usual, bounced off the exposed brick walls. Jokes flew, mugs clinked in toasts, and the warmth of the overhead lights seemed a touch brighter.

Yet, beneath the forced cheer, a dull ache thrummed in your chest. Eden wasn't just the boss; he was the steady hand that guided the little ship they called Cafe Love.

Suddenly, a nervous voice piped up, shattering the lighthearted mood. "Uh..." Hongjoong fumbled with his words, cheeks flushed a charming shade of pink. "About what happened a while ago... I'm really sorry. I promise I won't mess up and get myself fired." 

You quirked a smile, a genuine one this time. "Hongjoong," you started, your voice softer than usual, "keeping your job isn't really up to me. But," you paused, the corner of your mouth twitching, "maybe lay off testing the new manager's patience, alright?"

A sheepish grin spread across Hongjoong's face. He finds you quite intriguing as your personality wasn’t that hard to break down but something inside him loves the strong facade you kept. 

You stole a glance at Eden, his back to you as he wiped down the counter with practised ease. A familiar pang of something akin to loss tugged at your heart. But as you watched him, a silent exchange passed between you, a shared understanding that transcended words, “You seem to admire Eden-ssi?”

You hum, “He took me under his wing even if he had nothing.” Hongjoong saw  your eyes twinkle and unconsciously gave you a hanky to which you chuckle but thank him quietly, “Just hearing him resigning just … feels uncomfortable, i don’t know but that is what I feel.”

Hongjoong nodded, understanding what it means to have someone be close to you and gone at the second, “I see, you’re still not used to the absence of someone?” Again, you nodded, Hongjoong’s hand twitch, wanting to comfort you but he respects the space you needed.

“Like they said, Time heals and tells, you just do your thing and keep moving forward.” You look at Hongjoong with a gentle smile, “Wise words. You’re not bad afterall.”

Both cackle on the tall stool near the counter for the barista. You watch the scenery of a new memory amidst the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the comforting murmur of life, change swirled in the air, bittersweet but inevitable.

Maybe Hongjoong is right, time will heal the wound of his absence and time will tell that you are now fine without Eden. Whether he is just at his home doing his music things, he will still remain the father to you and the manager to this cafe.

“Thank you ‘joong.” He shakes his head, a smile on his lips, “No need to thank me, just doing my job as your new friend.”

  

[sexy-opium-ravioli]

Aphrodisiac

universe: resident evil

wc: 930

pairing: chris redfield/reader

warnings: NSFW 18+ content, mdni, p in v sex, no protection (not advisable), technically dub con due to aphrodisiac that befalls Chris but is not treated as such by either party-but wanted to include in warning.

a/n: god i want him so bad

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Chris came home different. 

As he often does. Most of the time, he comes home tired, reserved, not fully presently there. Something uniquely horrible happening on his missions, losing someone, getting betrayed. It would take at least a few days of solemn quietness, of light touches, making sure he could hear your steps when you were behind him. Then, he’d really come back. Chris would look at you and see you, he would wrap his big arms around you and take you in the dark quiet of your bedroom. 

But tonight, coming home from a mission? You didn’t even hear him come in. 

You woke up quickly to the feeling of large, familiar hands under your sleep shirt, palming at your breasts and squeezing. Rough lips leave a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck. Pulling in a deep gasp, you look up to a man you instantly recognize as your lover- and see a look on his face he never has on when he first gets home. Chris' face was pinched in pleasure, brows furrowed, a frown of concentration tugging at his lips. His pupils were dilated and he was covered in a sheen of sweat. He looked like he was already close to cumming. 

“Chris-”

“B-baby,” He responded. “I’m sorry, I just have to-” 

“It’s okay,” You respond, voice just now pulling out of the strongest dregs of sleep. “Take what you need,” The quiet admission hanging in the air, you feel your man’s hot, heavy cock pressing against your underwear. He rests his hand near your head, caging you in with his muscular physique, the other hand busy palming his dick. Fully registering Chris’ question of whether you needed prep a few solid moments after it was asked, you whisper a ‘no,’ in his ear and he hides his face in the crook of your neck. 

Even that was strange. Chris loves foreplay.

You feel his fingers move your underwear out of the way before his tip presses against your entrance-and you never think you’ll ever truly get used to him. Exhaling a shuddering breath as the head of his cock pops inside you, instantly deciding to press deeper. He makes his way inside you in a series of short, shallow thrusts, just to get inside until you can feel him nudging the muscle of your cervix. You squeaked when you felt it, not nearly the first time you did. 

It burned a little, it stung, because of course it did. He was so big that you felt those sensations even if you did prep. But being away from the man you loved so much, for months, how could you deny his love?

Chris takes a deep breath, his face now euphorically relaxed, eyes unfocused as their gaze sweeps across your face. Sitting up, the hand holding his cock moved to your hip and the other holding your thigh. His hands were always so warm and huge. You could always trust that he would keep you safe with the strength found in them. When he started to move, you could quickly feel the impact of his cock, feeling him all the way up into your throat. 

“Ch-ris, f-fuck-” You barely managed to get out as his thrusts quickly carried enough strength to make the headboard tap, tap, tap against the wall. He hunched over you, outstretched pupils still trained on only your face. Resting your hand over his, Chris lets his other drift up from your thigh to cup your face. 

The moonlight caught the angles of his face beautifully, his brown eyes looking like a black void in the night.

Everything was too quick, went into the thick of things too fast for you to start off feeling great from being split on your boyfriend’s cock. But now, after finding a rhythm, an intimate, beckoning curl of pleasure in your gut begins to form. Fully leaning over you, you dig your nails into his back and note that he’s burning hot. To be fair, Chris usually is a true furnace of a man- but he’s whining in your ear, sweating drops not even done with one round, cumming a lot sooner than he usually would.

“Ch…Chris,” You weren’t even able to get your concerns out, the force of his thrusts squeezing the air out of your lungs before you could squeak any more words out. Even the strength required of his movements looked like nothing to him, and it made you clench tight around your lover, throbbing when he moaned. 

His usually soft, short hair is already wet with sweat. God, what trouble has he brought home this time? A strange tingle blooms from your chest, numbing and cold before it spreads further downward. 

Oh, no. Suddenly, you can feel every ridge and vein of Chris’ cock abusing your poor pussy. The air surrounding the both of you was humid and heavy. The skin of his navel directly above his cock has been able to slap your clit for minutes now, but only now could you note in detail how that skin met. His grip on you too tight, breath too hot, ears ringing too much-

And he slows to a stop, panting heavily and resting almost all of his weight on you. You weren’t even able to feel the pressure it put on your lungs, you were so high and sensitive from whatever Chris was also suffering from. ‘Jesus, how did he even get home?’ 

That was your last coherent thought of the night, your boyfriend quickly beginning to move his hips back into pace.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Ok, I have done some catching up! This mostly fell as I expected. There have been many shows that ended up far better or far worse than indicated by their trailers, so who knows how the final product will land, but here are my first impressions. (QL only, the hets are still boring to me).

Most excited for:

Revamp - pump it right into my veins, baby. The aesthetic still matches the original trailer, Boun looks so fucking hot, and if GMMTV has the sense to let BounPrem do what BounPrem do best, this will be an epic series. Sad about the loss of Boss. Looking forward to both Santa and Mark getting to hopefully break out of their usual innocence pigeonholing.

The Heart Killers - did not expect the FirstKhaotung and JoongDunk pairing, but I am here for it. Even though Joong and Khaotung do not look remotely related. Finally GMMTV has realized Joong should be killing people onscreen and we get sexy pursuing Dunk. First & Khao do feel a bit similar in vibe to Sand & Ray here, but presumably with the series they'll have no problem more fully developing them in a unique way.

The Ex-Morning - I don't always vibe with plotlines like this, but my baby Singto is here, and I like the meta-ness of giving him and Krist a story about former partners coming back together and relighting the spark.

Less excited, reserving judgement:

Us - I'm happy we're getting another GL, and I haven't seen Bonnie or Emi in anything before, but they seemed amazing, and the chemistry is on point. I'm just not a big fan of love triangle stories, especially with siblings. Also I want more of Sing being a bad boy with his tits out, less crying in the rain. But I will probably still watch to show support.

Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist - I am delighted that Mark is getting his well-deserved lead, and he and Ohm seem great together. I just don't love dentists as romantic leads. I know this is a me thing, the dentist's office is just a very stressful place for me, and having scenes there just brings up past experiences. I had the same issue with My Tooth Your Love. The plot also feels just so-so. But I hope this is just the start of a lot more Mark leading role material!

Thame-Po - similarly, really happy about Est in a lead, he and William have great chemistry. And I do think it's good to have shows pushing back at the public over this idea that idols aren't allowed to have personal lives. But it's also not a very original plotline.

Perfect 10 Liners - *weary sigh* We're going to end up with 40 year olds playing college students, aren't we? That said, I felt the same way about We Are, but I'm really enjoying it. So it could be fun. I'm happy to see Junior and Mark again. And according to online, we will also get AouBoom and MarcPoon (and it might be 3 series in full, good lord!?), so I'm on board with more of them.

Note to GMMTV: posting a slide that says "chemistry on point" before showing Perth & Chimon, does not make us believe in the chemistry! For the love of god, do some heavy duty chemistry workshops, or give Perth a new partner.

Ossan's Love - I haven't seen the original, but gotta admit, not a huge fan of this kind of comedy. I do like that the boss is an older man, represent, but I'm not sure if I'll enjoy this one.

[appalamutte]

has anyone seen the 2014 romcom-slash-drama Love, Rosie?? this is an old zimbits au ficlet i wrote last year inspired by that film

Eric never really minded public speaking.

Sure, if the crowd’s large enough, it gets his heart rate up a bit and his palms a touch sweaty. But after years of being in front of the camera, vlog or morning news or what have you, talking in front of others becomes somewhat of a natural reflex.

When you’re asked to speak at your best friend’s wedding, however, and you find yourself sitting just a table across from them, hastily-thrown-on suit and jetlagged and all, the nerves take on a larger form. They grow, and grow, and grow—gripping at your throat, taking hold of your heart, something cold pressed and heavy in the pit of your stomach—until you’re consumed, because gosh, is this really it? Has it really been fifteen years, years of late-night phone calls and too-short moments and pathetic pining, only for it to end here?

Just take a deep breath and start at the beginning.

The municipal ice rink, the house across the street, blue skies open, legs unsteady and sneakers scuffing on pavement.

Tell them how we first met.

The classroom in Chastain Park*, knees bumping under desks, passed notes clasped tightly, words only for him and him alone. Something reserved, because the world was so big back then—it was endless—they were so young, and yet the world was nothing more than the corners of his smile stretched just so.

Tell them how we shared our dreams. Even your really weird ones.

“I had another dream last night,” he said with the timidity of a secret, the voice of a ten-year-old, and Eric dropped himself onto the curb beside him, giggling all the way down.

“Yeah? Let me guess, you were a…a leaf! And you were flying to the ground. Right?”

He shook his head, picking at the skin between his thumb and forefinger like the bad habit Eric always had tried to get him to break. “No, I wasn’t a flying leaf. Or a stick. Or a rock on the side of the road.”

“Then what were you?” Eric asked.

“I…,” he started, stopped, chuckling only when Eric bumped his shoulder with his own. “I was a puck. A hockey puck. And it was…nice, this time.”

He was biting the inside of his cheek and staring down at his hands, so Eric did what he always did and slid his hand between them, stopping the bad habit for the moment, smoothing out his fingers until they were interlocked with Eric’s own. Warm, squeezing. Together.

Actually—no, keep that as our secret.

And now, with the clinking of cutlery against an empty glass, bodies moving to their seats, and the eyes of the wedding reception flitting to him entirely, Eric takes one last sip of his champagne.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please give a hand for the best man.”

Tell them that this is…

He stands. Note cards ready. Clearing his throat.

…that this has to be…

“Good evening, y’all,” Eric starts, smiling as best he can manage. “To those who I haven’t had the chance to say hello to, well—hello. I’m Eric, the best man. Um, so before I officially get going with this, I’d just like to give a huge congratulations to the best person I could ever wish for—”

…one of the happiest days…

“—Jack Zimmermann,” there, a table away, close enough to see that small smile and far enough that Eric will never reach him again.

…of your life.

“And his wife, Camilla Collins.”

Notes:

*Chastain Park is a neighborhood in Atlanta. The idea is that Bob ends up being transferred to the Atlanta Thrashers and Richard snags some job with UGA’s football program, so they both move their families there etc etc

Also pretty sure I messed with character’s ages in this universe so that Bitty and Jack are one year apart, because childhood friends to lovers doesn’t work as well when there’s a five year age gap haha

[nacricissa]

9 people you want to know better

Huge thanks to @squarebracket-trick for tagging me with only small amounts of sarcasm per my request to be included in the fun!

Currently Reading: The Code Breaker: Jennifer Doudna, Gene Editing and the Future of the Human Race, by Walter Isaacson. I think this is the same book I was reading the last time I was tagged in this game. I read nonfiction slowly.

Last song I listened to: Spotify seems to believe it was The Chain by Fleetwood Mac and I have no evidence to contradict that.

Currently Watching: I am on Season 8 of Smallville, which I have been thoroughly enjoying. It is very strange to watch TV from that era though, because the way computers are treated is truly hilariously wrong.

Current Fic I'm reading: I love that this implies I could stop reading in the middle of a fic. I woke up at 1:30 pm today because last night I finished reading Light As A Feather (Heavy As The Burden I Carry) by @havenoffandoms and @creativwit. It's heavy reading (ED TW), but masterfully done.

Current Obsession: I have made an infinite mana deck in standard (uh I play Magic: The Gathering, if you don't, apologies for the seemingly random set of words I'm about to spew). It's an Agatha's Soul Cauldron deck (Sleep-cursed faerie+ Kami of Whispered Hopes) though it's easier to assemble the win using Patchwork Crawler, even though it's more mana intensive because then you can search all the parts with Fauna Shaman. The win is with Triskadecaphile, either on board drawing to the alternate win con, or if you have an untappable Fauna Shaman, you can search for Ulvenwald Oddity with the first creature you draw, then transform it to give everything haste and win with combat damage on the spot. The interaction package is mostly creatures because Fauna Shaman, Malevolent Hermit, Tishana's Tidebinder and Colossal Skyturtle. Tishana's is especially useful when trying to win when an opponent has Sheoldred on board, you can Fauna Shaman it up if you draw a creature before you run out of life.

Favourite Colour: Lavender and Indigo. Really, the colour scheme of my pfp is my favourite colours, I had it comissioned for a reason.

Spicy, Sweet, Savory or Salty: Big fan of the savory.

Relationship Status: Not really looking for romance, in QPR with best friend.

Last thing I googled: Well now it's the fic I read last night cause I wanted to find the link, uh before that? I was trying to find this post, as if search is an effective way to locate things you're looking for on Tumblr.

Song stuck in my head: Well now it's Mr Blue Sky by Electric Light Orchestra because while looking for the post to link for the last question I saw a post that contained the lyrics... Before that probably John Williams is the Man.

Favourite Food: It's a one-pan thing with chicken, broccoli, red peppers, minute rice and a sauce made of brocoli cheese soup and chicken broth. It takes maybe fifteen minutes to cook after you've cut everything up, it's good hot or cold, it reheats well, truly a masterful thing and I only have to wash one pan when I'm done!

Dream Trip: I intend to tour Cascadia with my best friend. We might even go to visit the Quileute reserve (that beach looks great) give them the tourism bucks they deserve for having their legends taxidermized like that.

Tagging @magic-is-something-we-create, @lesorciercanadien, @neural-cactus-is-lonely, @bargainbincheese, @wonder-stuck, @chauceryfairytales, @a-had-matter, @threebooksoneplot and @mk-writes-stuff if you'd care to answer some or all of these questions about your fine selves.

[copiousloverofcopia]

💖✨💗Happy Lupercalia Ghesties!💗✨💖

In honor of the holiday, I am sharing my trade fic for the incredibly talented and sweet @sirlsplayland featuring Secondo and his beloved Marzanna (her OC).

Thank you so much for once again wanting me to write for you ghestie! I really appreciate all your support!

Happy Valentine's Day everyone!!!

Commissions are still open! See pinned post for details!

(if you want to read more stories with Marzanna and Secondo please see my pinned post under Secondo's section!)

Good Intentions

Secondo is about to take a huge leap, asking his beloved Marzanna to become his Prime Mover. Though his brothers want the best for him, their concerns for his wellbeing lead them and Secondo into trouble.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Read below the cut!

It was finally Uno night. Not unlike any other evening spent at the Abbey, except that the Emeritus brothers would find themselves all huddled together in the small clergy breakroom. Sitting around the old kitchen table as Primo poured drinks into glasses and Copia dealt out the cards. Readying themselves for a boy’s night, ready for the ritualistic banter to begin. All of them, usually in good spirits—for the most part. 

Tonight was a bit different as Terzo entered the room in a slump. Plopping down into his chair like a sack of potatoes. Copia and Secondo, both raising their eyebrows at him. Watching as he let out a big sigh, reaching for his usual amaretto sour. Freshly poured by Primo.  

“You’ve looked better.” chuckled Copia. Terzo, shooting him a look. His eyes scrunched up as he mocked Copia’s comment under his breath. Taking a swig of his drink before making his rebuttal.

“You’d look this way too stronzo if you were up all night with a screaming bambino and then had to be on confession duty all day.” he groaned, wiping his mouth of the escaped liquid before gesturing to Primo to hurry up and deal him in. 

“You know if you’d stop having them every other year, you might be able to actually get some sleep fratellino.” Primo shrugged, tapping his cards on the table to even out the stack. The comment had struck a nerve, but Terzo knew all too well how true the observation was.  

“We weren’t sure you were going to make it down…glad you did” Copia smiled, bouncing his leg as he waited for the game to begin. Finally Primo placed down the first card, a red 2 on the table. 

“Yeah… yeah.” Terzo said, shaking his head as he placed down his own card. It was about then he noticed something peculiar. In all the comments and snark being thrown back and forth between them, there was a distinctive thing missing. A notable lack of participation by the one man who was usually all too happy to participate—Secondo. 

He was sitting in his usual spot, like always. A whiskey in hand, like always. But his mind was clearly someplace else. Silent as the rest of them went about the game and pointed conversation. Only half heartedly paying attention to things to know when it was his turn. 

“Hey…what's up with you?” Terzo asked him. The room of men, growing quiet as they all waited for his response. At first he didn’t even notice, his thoughts heavy with his decision. Only noticing when he felt it was time to place down his card that all eyes had fallen on him.

“It’s—It’s nothing, just play your damn turn.” he replied, waving his hand to hurry them on. 

“Io la chiamo una stronzata.” Terzo jabbed. Secondo sending him a look of annoyance. He had no right too however, knowing all along they were right. He was absolutely distracted—by Marzanna. 

It had been some time now since they first met. Secondo, recalling fondly that fateful day in the greenhouse when he had a gripe about Sister Imperator ready on his lips and a mind to seek out his brother’s advice. 

It was then that he saw her—tending to Primo’s garden in his stead. Reserved and demure, so delicate in her task. It was clear to anyone who met her that she had a beautiful, kind heart. One that compared only to the beauty of her face. Her white streaked hair and delicate features, setting her apart from all the other sisters around her.  

When their eyes locked together, Secondo could feel the warmth of her soul. She was unafraid to be herself with him and in that first moment—he knew. She made him feel young again, the way he did before the years of loneliness had withered down his heart. Her own calm demeanor, lending itself to help soft him. The bitterness of the past left behind him until there was nothing in its place but his feelings for her. 

“You have been unusually quiet this evening Secondo.” Copia chimed in, setting down his card. 

“If you all must know, I have made some decisions.” Secondo replied, ready to let out the secret he had been holding within himself. His fingertip, tracing the edge of his hand of cards as prepared the words to leave him.

“Oh?” asked Primo, almost certain he already knew. 

“I am going to ask Marzanna to be my Prime Mover.” he explained. 

“Pah! Sei serio?” Terzo asked, spitting out his drink. Choking a bit as Copia patted on his back. The two of them, in shock as Primo sat with a smug, assured smile.

“I had a feeling it would come to this.” he laughed. 

“You smug bastard, how did you know?” Terzo asked. Primo shrugged again, he always seemed to know what was going on before anyone else. A fact which infuriated Terzo and Secondo most of the time. 

“Forgive us Secondo… it's just well out of all of us. I would not expect you to take a Prime Mover.” Copia explained.

“Yeah, you don’t even like kids.” Terzo whined, standing up from the table in protest. 

“I like kids.” Secondo quickly replied, raising up to meet with his brother’s eyes.  

“You don’t like mine!” Terzo exclaimed, feeling a little insulted. Secondo rolled his eyes, unamused with his brother’s grumbling.  

“That's not true I—”

“Va bene bambini, calmiamoci tutti.” Primo laughed gently pressing against Terzo and Secondo’s chest to settle them back down. “I am happy for you fratello.”

“Thank you.” Secondo smiled, thankful at least one of them was on his side. 

“Old man, are you sure?” Terzo asked him. Both him and Copia, looking worried for him. Secondo smiled again, the look on his face was full of sincerity. 

“I have never been more sure of anything in my life. What do you all have against Marzanna anyway?” he groaned.

“Oh no, it's not that…well maybe a bit Secondo. We just…well we don’t wanna see you hurt.” Copia explained, Terzo nodding along with him. 

“I can assure you both Marzanna is a fine woman and perfectly suited to him.” Primo told them.

“We just don’t want to see your hurt again Secondo… that's all.” Copia said, trying to reason with him but it was too late. 

“Voi due non sapete di cosa state parlando. Idioti.” Secondo hissed before storming out of the breakroom, leaving his three brothers behind.  

The next day Terzo was sitting in his office, drinking his espresso after another night of unrest when there was a knock. He sighed as he sat down his cup, getting up to reluctantly greet whomever was at the door. Opening it up to find Copia staring back at him. 

“Buongiorno.” Copia smiled, shutting the door behind him. Terzo was already making his way back to the desk.

“Is it?” he asked him, the bags under his eyes speaking volumes for his state of being. 

“The bambini keeping you up all night again?” Copia laughed, Terzo squinted his eyes at him and waved him to go sit down. 

“What do you want, Copia?” he asked, waiting for him to get on with it. The former cardinal brought himself to sit in the chair opposite Terzo. Crossing one leg over the other and nervously bouncing it as he began his thought.. 

“I wanted to ask you, you know about all this Prime Mover stuff with Secondo…” 

“What of it? If you don’t mind, I have another meeting in 20 minutes with Signora Anastasia about Mena’s behavior. She’s been biting people in her class again.” Terzo cringed, shaking his head and letting out a sigh. His mind, never far away from his own budding family. Especially when it came to the antics of his eldest daughter. 

“Oh again?” Copia winced, knowing that the whole Ministry was in for it when it came to that child. 

“Yes again… now what is it?” Terzo asked.

“Mi dispiace… I just wanted to ask what Alessandra thinks of it? You know since they are friends.” Copia continued, curious of what Terzo’s own Prime Mover thought about Secondo’s choice of a mate. 

“She seems all for it actually. Not surprised, they are pretty close. Alé even told me that someone like Marzanna would be good for him. Though she did also tell me something I found to be interesting last night.” 

“Oh?”

“Yeah… seems our would-be Prime Mover has been spending an awful lot of evenings lately in the Ghoul’s den.” he explained, a note of suspicion in his tone.  

“Ghouls Den? Why?” Copia asked confusedly. 

“Good question, that I don’t know and neither did Alé… said she wasn’t going to pry. But she didn’t say anything about you and I, not looking into it.” Terzo said, waiting for Copia to take the lead.

“Are you saying we should follow her in the Ghoul’s den and see what she’s up to?”

“You see, now that sounds like a good idea, old man. I’ll meet you in the refectory after dark—it’s a date.” Terzo laughed as he tapped Copia’s shoulder before heading out the door. Leaving Copia dumbfounded on just how easily he was conned into agreeing to it.  

After dinner service, Terzo waited at the entryway to the refectory for Copia. Nodding and smiling at the odd sibling or ghoul passing by as he waited. Finally, when Copia came up to meet him, he was sipping the remains of his juice box. Terzo, rolling his eyes before motioning for him to turn around and set his sights on Marzanna.  

“Ready?” Terzo asked him, watching Marzanna in the distance talking to Cumulus in the hall. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Copia responded when he felt a cold chill run down his spine. Turning around to see Secondo staring him down.

“And just what are the two of you up to?” he asked, both Terzo and Copia scrambling to come up with some reasonable excuse. Failing pitifully as they began to blurt out gibberish until Terzo finally took a moment to collect his thoughts.  

“Us? What about you? What’s got you all sneaking up on us?” he asked. Secondo uncrossed his arms and let out a sigh. Both Copia and Terzo, now realizing they could relax.

“I was just coming to tell you both I was a bit out of line last night.”

“Oh?” Terzo asked snidely.

“Yes, you stronzo, but then I come over and catch you spying on Marzanna.” Secondo groaned, “Why is it that the two of you are so suspicious of her?” 

“We just want to make sure she’s right for you…did you know she's been spending a lot of time with the ghouls lately?” Terzo asked him. Copia, giving him the side eye as he let out his admission. Wishing that they had kept things to themselves before involving Secondo. It was too late now, all three of them were in on the mission.  

“I did not.” Secondo said, furrowing his brow. He had noticed that Marzanna had been acting strange the past couple of weeks. Wondering if he had to do with all the Lupercalian celebrations. Secondo was never one for grand gestures of affection—until Marz. Maybe she was needing more from him. Secondo hoping that she wasn’t getting something from the ghouls she couldn’t get from him. Frightened by the alternatives. 

“Ah we should get going…seems she is on the move.” Copia commented as the three of them ducked behind the entryway. Peering around the corner to see Marz and Cumulus heading towards the Ghoul’s wing. All of them carefully, following behind, just close enough to keep up. Praying they wouldn’t be noticed. 

When Marzanna and Cumulus arrived at the den, Sunshine, Cirrus, Mountain, Aurora, and Earth were waiting for them in the common room. Cumulus plopped down on the sofa, the TV ready and mountains of popcorn freshly popped was just waiting to be munched on for their evening ritual. Movies with the ghouls. A nightly tradition that had been helping Marz cope with her troubles. 

“Marz, Luss… what are we watching tonight!” Aurora asked.

“Shaun of the Dead.” Cumulus said, clicking the remote to start up the old DVD player. 

“Oh, come on. Didn’t we just watch that one?” Mountain protested.

“No. We watched Dawn of the Dead… definitely not the same thing.” Cirrus explained. 

“Exactly.” Cumulus said, rolling her eyes as Marz and Aurora couldn’t help, but let out a chuckle. Marz was always so much more relaxed around them. The ghouls were a tight knit group and growing up in the Warsaw chapter, Marz was taken care of by them—more specifically the ghoulettes. 

She didn't have a family of her own. They were the closest thing to it, like the siblings she never had. She needed them now more than ever. Overwhelmed with the feeling of suspicion and fear. 

Scared that Secondo was beginning to question continuing their relationship. Marzanna, growing more worried as the days passed that Secondo wanted to break things off. Only making the situation worse for the things that remained still unsaid between them. Despite it all, she knew she still loved him and she wanted nothing more than for him to love her back.

“I don’t care what we watch honestly, I’m just glad you all are ok with me crashing.” Marz laughed, curling up on the sofa. Nuzzled her head on Cumulus’s lap as she began to relax. The ghoulette, running her fingers through her hair.

“Works for us. Popcorn?” Earth asked, ready to pass the large bowl, full of buttery popped kernels, Marz’s way.

“Ah…yeah maybe not tonight.” Marz said, waving her hand in protest. 

 “Your stomach, still giving you the icks?” Cumulus asked her, stopping her petting a moment in concern. 

“Seems that way, though I suppose it's par for the course.” she replied, settling back down again just as the opening credits began.

“You're gonna have to figure out a way to tell him Marz… it's not gonna go away.” Cumulus reminded her. Pressing her lips into a smile before her friend replied.

“I know Luss. I know.”

The door to the ghoul common room was just down the hall as Copia, Terzo, and Secondo stared at it from atop the stairs. Each of them carefully timing their footfalls. Paying careful attention to their surroundings as they approached. All three men, completely overcome with fear—and all for different reasons. 

Terzo was hoping he wouldn't get caught spying by Alessandra, Copia worried that Secondo would become enraged and take it out on them if something was going on with Marz, and Secondo—Secondo had begun to fear that maybe things between him and Marzanna were too good to be true.

When they reached the door, they argued in whispers about who would peek in. Finally deciding on Terzo—mostly so because he was the nosiest of the three. He took a moment to swallow back his apprehension and carefully brought his eyes to the crack in the doorway. Practically jumping out of his skin when he felt the weight of a hand tapping at his shoulder. 

“And just what do you think you are doing stronzo?” a familiar deep voice asked. Terzo, turning back around to see Alessandra and Primo staring at the three of them. Both holding a look of disappointment on their faces. 

“I can’t believe you… and you got Copia and Secondo to go in on your foolishness too?” Alé asked, shaking her head and crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Alessandra really—” Secondo started, but immediately stopped when Alé whipped a look over to him. Telling him to stay out of it.

“Amore, it’s not what you think I–” Terzo began before Alé cut him off. 

“Oh, so you aren’t spying on Marzanna to see what she’s doing in the ghoul’s common room?”

“Ok…it's exactly what it looks like, but Alé the man needs to know if he’s gonna ask her to…” Terzo started once more when they all began to hear the sounds of moaning and groaning from just beyond the door. 

“Oh no it couldn’t be.” Copia said, hardly believing his ears. Without a second thought Terzo pushed open the door revealing Marz and the ghouls. All of them huddled together on the sofa in the dark while watching a scary movie. 

“Unholy fuck!” Cumulus yelped as she jumped up off the sofa. Popcorn flying in the air as the lot of them all panicked at the sudden unexpected intrusion. Instantly Terzo, Secondo, and Copia felt horrible. What they had been worried was a torrid affair, turned out to be nothing more than a movie night with a group of friends. 

Secondo now was concerned more than ever that with his indiscretion, Marz would certainly refuse him. Knowing how he hadn’t trusted her, spying on her like she was some common harlot who would disgrace him and the Emeritus name. It was clear he had made a mistake. Wondering to himself if that mistake would cost him everything.

“Sec… what are you doing here?” Marz asked, her hand over her mouth and heart still pounding inside her chest. Coming down fast from the heights of fight or flight. Secondo looked absolutely distraught—ashamed even. 

“It wasn’t his fault, sorella, you see I may have… well we were just trying to help and…” Terzo said, trying to explain.

“He may have put his foot in his mouth and spoke on matters he had no right to speak on.” Primo said for him. Terzo, nodding his head in response. The ghouls remained quiet, Mountain and Earth watching as they ate the popcorn. Enjoying the drama unfold just as if they were still watching a movie. 

“I don’t understand. Were you spying on me?” Marz asked him, looking into his eyes. Her mind, still swirling in confusion and worry.

“Yes we were but—” Copia began nervously explaining before Secondo placed his hand over his chest. Stopping him from continuing on.

“I—I was afraid that you might have been keeping things from me. I let myself be convinced of the possibility…and for that amore I am so deeply sorry.” Secondo apologized. Marz began looking down at her feet. Knowing that she was hiding something—-just not what they had been thinking. 

“Oh Secondo I—” she began, sniffling back as she tried to stop herself from crying. 

“No Marzanna, don’t… I hope you can forgive me. It’s just that I have been wanting to ask you something for some time now and… and I think the anxiety of what you may answer has been haunting me. So much so that I let it drive me to think you might be hiding things from me. Or maybe it was my way of trying to protect myself from pain again, but I know now that it only makes me hurt even more to think of a life without you.” Secondo confessed, pouring his heart out to Marz as the rest of the room fell quiet. 

“What are you saying?” she asked, the tears unable to stop themselves from beading up in the corners of her eyes. Marz, nervously wringing her habit in her hands as she trembled.

“What I am saying is—Marzanna, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone else…” Secondo began, dropping down his knees before her. 

“Oh my—” Marz said as he took her hand in his and stared up into her eyes. 

“My heart has been wounded before and I have been afraid to love, but you—you have shown me what true love really is. What it means to love someone and to have them love you. I wake up every day thanking Lucifer that he has brought you into my life. Even from that first moment in the garden I felt it, there was something different about you. Something I never want to be without. I love you Marzanna and I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to you. I want you to be my Prime Mover. For our love to manifest itself in physical form—for you and I to have a child. I want it all—and I want it with you.” Secondo confessed, laying bare his soul. His own eyes pricked and stinging with tears. Vulnerable in front of her and everyone else, a true testament for just how deep his love was for her.  

“Oh Secondo, do you really mean it?” Marz asked him, noting Cumulus and Aurora off to the side practically chomping at the bit for her to tell him her own confession.

“I do, will you have me? Will you do me the honor of spending the rest of your days by my side—will you carry our child?”

“I—I have something I need to tell you.” Marz said, Secondo becoming instantly on edge for what may come next. 

“I’m pregnant.” she said, with her whole chest. Her eyes closed as the tears came streaming down her cheeks. Secondo, rising up to his feet. Pulling Marzanna up in his arms. Spinning her around in pure joy as he kissed her deeply. 

“Is it true amore?” he asked, Marz happily nodding her head and kissing him once more. Both of them, crying and smiling against each other’s lips. 

“Oh shit… that was fast.” Terzo said, breaking the silence of the room. Alé, giving him a slap to the chest as she rolled her eyes. Primo, shaking his head knowing that he, along with the ghouls, had already known for weeks about Marzanna’s pregnancy. 

“That's why she’s been hanging out with us a lot… trying to figure out a way to tell you. We picked up on it right away.” Aurora beamed.

“Oh, so that explains it then.” Copia said, putting it all together. Secondo finally set Marzanna’s feet back down on the floor. Both of them, stupidly smiling at one another. Like a pair of highschool lovers, starry eyed and overcome, when Secondo placed a gentle hand to her belly. 

“How long have you known?” he smiled.

“For sometime now.” she admitted, smiling back.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? We could have saved ourselves from all this mess.” Secondo said, chuckling a bit as his fingertips grazed the spot just above where his child slumbered inside her. 

“I meant too, but I wasn’t sure how or when. Why didn’t you tell me you wanted me to be your Prime Mover?”

“I was worried I would get hurt again… but that is in the past now. I am ready for the future.”

“And this whole thing with them?” Marzanna laughed, motioning over to a very guilty looking Copia and Terzo.

“Don't mind them amore, they were just trying to help and well you know what they say about the road to Hell. it’s paved with—” Secondo began, hugging Marzanna before she finished his thought.

“Good intentions.” she smiled, kissing him once more.

Notes:

Sei serio?- Are you serious?

Va bene bambini, calmiamoci tutti- Alright children, let's all calm down. 

Voi due non sapete di cosa state parlando. Idioti.- You two don’t know what youre talking about. Idiots. 

Mi dispiace- I'm sorry

[jaspermorgan]

˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺｡° billy crudup / JASPER MORGAN

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basics

• full name: jasper william morgan

• nicknames: jas (by his friends) ; skipper (by his colleagues) ; jaz man (by robbie )

• gender: cis male

• pronouns: he/him

• age: 54

• date of birth: 12th june 1970

• zodiac sign: gemini

• sexuality: heterosexual

• place of birth: london, england

• nationality: british-american (dual citizenship)

• occupation: hotelier ; former film, tv, and theatre actor

• residence: a luxury condo in crystal cove

• aesthetics: old leather books, whisky, grand pianos, annotated scripts, crisp white shirts, vintage records, navy pinstripe suits, salty sea air, beach sunsets, fountain pens, strong espresso coffee

appearance

• faceclaim: billy crudup

• height: 5’ 10”

• build: average ; a little skinny

• eyes: brown

• hair: black ; flecked with grey

• piercings: none

• tattoos: none

• style:

personality

• positive traits: charming, determined, resourceful, eccentric, articulate, confident, hardworking, punctual, considerate

• negative traits: reserved, stubborn, people pleaser

• mbti: esfp - the entertainer

• likes: parties, art, literature, sweet foods, music, going for walks, making people smile

• dislikes: extreme temperatures, arrogance, heavy metal music, poor standards, sports

• phobias: entomophobia

• hobbies: reading, listening to music, playing the piano, watching films, collecting memorabilia and old books

• skills: ambidextrous (but favours his right hand), can do close up magic, pianist (for 45 years), singer

• pet peeves: tardiness, sexism, prejudice, being interrupted, cutting corners

family

• mother: jillian florence morgan (née spencer)

• father: alexander phillip morgan

• siblings: none

• daughter: wanted connection (see below)

• maternal grandmother: augusta elizabeth spencer (née clairmont)

• maternal grandfather: phillip george spencer

favourites

• food: any kind of pasta dish or pepperoni pizza

• drink: irish whisky

• time of the day: evening

• weather: dry and warm

• colours: blue, silver

• music genres: anything classical ; soul ; rock ; alternative

bio

— jasper was born at 12:36pm on 12th june 1971 to alexander morgan, the uk’s financial secretary to the treasury, and his wife jillian, a london university dean. he is their only child and even though he felt pretty lonely when he was younger, it didn’t bother him so much in his teenage years.

— his parents were always working, always stressed, and never really had any time for him. he spent a lot of time with his maternal grandparents, who only lived on the next street over, and was practically raised by them. jasper also couldn’t think of anything more boring and frustrating that working in government and always deflected his father’s efforts to influence him. his relationship with alexander wasn’t great but it wasn’t terrible either and jasper got along better with his mother.

— whilst staying at his grandparents, jasper was introduced to films. his grandfather phillip was a huge film buff and they’d watch a classic together every night jasper stayed and then spend time afterwards discussing them. his favourites include to kill a mockingbird (1962), casablanca (1942), and one hundred and one dalmatians (1961). he is also a fan of buster keaton, harold lloyd, and charlie chaplin.

— it was his passion for films that inspired jasper to want to become an actor. his parents were disappointed, wanting him to become a lawyer or doctor or politician, but neither of them had the time to argue, so let jasper join a local drama club and partake in school shows.

— he also went to a private school that he felt indifferent about. he liked the majority of subjects, mostly english and history, but loathed to partake in sports, which always had a big emphasis put on it. he left school with straight a’s, which he worked incredibly hard to get, usually pulling all-nighters to study and asking his grandfather for help with revising maths.

— jasper then attended the royal academy of dramatic art in london where he exceeded in developing and honing his acting skills. his parents only paid for most of it, so on the weekends, jasper worked in a nearby hotel to earn extra money and found that he really enjoyed it. he befriended the owner’s son callum without knowing who he was and before long jasper was friends with the owner, leonard, too. leonard became a mentor to jasper, teaching him important life skills and knowledge that would help him in both his hotel job and in the real world. he treated jasper like a son and once he left that job to pursue acting full time, he would visit leonard and callum whenever he could, even bringing them back souvenirs and recipes from abroad whenever he was filming on location.

— at the age of 24, jasper got his first major acting job in a period miniseries where he played the outcast son of a victorian socialite trying to start a new life. his performance was well-received by viewers and critics, which impressed his parents, who finally accepted their son’s career choice. this set him up for his first film role, which he travelled to italy for, and found to be the most incredible experience of his life.

— at 26 jasper began a relationship with a female co-star named natalie. they played lovers in a tumultuous relationship in a high-budget film shot in london and that relationship transferred to their personal lives. they fell hard and fast for each other, sneaking kisses in their dressing rooms, making any excuse to see each other on their days off, hiding away in hotel rooms, and eating out late at diners. but things eventually became strained; they began to find out things they didn’t like about each other, like personality traits or the way they did things, and when filming was over jasper stayed in the city and natalie flew out to los angeles for another project- they never saw or spoke to each other again. their relationship lasted seven months and resulted in a daughter that jasper knew nothing of until very recently.

— the aforementioned role was also the one that got jasper recognised as a serious actor with so much potential for a bright future as a superstar. he started getting more jobs offers and being booked on talk shows and after promoting the film he flew out to new york city to take a supporting role in another film. at this point jasper was so full of energy and enthusiasm for his new-found stardom that he rarely took breaks between jobs and at it was a good excuse to get his mind off of natalie.

— filming in nyc made jasper fall in love with the place. he applied to work in the states and made the move as soon as he could and was offered an off-broadway role fairly quickly: this would be his first stage show since he was in the midst of his training. it posed a challenge, but one that jasper grasped with both hands and took as a very valuable opportunity. five years later, he’d earned his first ever award- a tony- and was officially a citizen of the usa. he bought himself an apartment in manhattan and that’s where he stayed until moving to aurora bay, often returning to london both for work and because he was homesick.

— jasper never thought it would happen, but he became an oscar winner at the age of 38, having got the award for playing the lead role as a corrupt detective in a film noir that slowly began to lose his sanity as the film progressed. the film itself got rave reviews, as did jasper’s performance, and even today he still can’t believe that all happened. he keeps his oscar on the bookshelf in his room besides a photograph of him in costume with the director, who was a long-term friend, by his side.

— not long after his 44th birthday, jasper decided to retire from acting. he felt like he’d given all he could to the profession and hated leaving everything he ever knew and worked so hard for behind, but also knew that a new journey was close to beginning. somewhere in the back of his mind, influenced by his early adulthood, jasper wanted to run his own hotel or even something like a b&b, but didn’t really know where to start.

— jasper had once filmed on location in aurora bay and fell in love with the place, so when he found an opportunity to buy a hotel there he snapped it up. the seascape hotel had been in the same family since it opened in 1974 and its current owner could no longer afford the upkeep. jasper payed above price and vowed to put the place back on the map and even honoured the family by keeping the hotel’s name. 

— he spent almost two years renovating the seascape and spent a lot of money on it, too, but the final product was something he was incredibly proud of. he hosted an opening night party for the residents of aurora bay and even invited some celebrity friends as well as local newspapers to write about the event.

— despite being the owner, jasper takes a very hands-on approach. when needed, he’ll take on the role of waiter, cleaner, and bartender, and ensure he does everything so that his guests are happy: no request is too big or too small. he will even provide entertainment in the evenings, playing the piano and singing to accompany the music.

headcanons

— his accent is evidently british, but having lived in new york for so long it easily slips into an american one; jasper doesn’t notice, but people who don’t know him initially find it confusing. for fun, he developed his own transatlantic accent and uses that to amuse people especially when doing old hollywood themed evenings in the hotel’s lounge.

— he can also do scarily uncanny impressions of a variety of people with best ones including christopher walken, al pacino, jeremy irons, liam neeson, and james stewart.

— jasper is ferociously optimistic and always wants to see the best in a situation and also the best in people. sometimes he finds it difficult, but he's glad he's surrounded by people that give him different perspectives on things and different kinds of advice. he's also happy to return the favour when people need him.

— jasper owns a black 1970 ford mustang mach 1 and loves to take it on long drives up and down the coast. he makes sure that the car is always in immaculate condition and is working exactly the way it did when it left the factory.

— on a very rare occasion, jasper will recreate some of his favourite and most iconic scenes from the film, tv, and theatre productions he’s been in on stage in the hotel lounge. he’ll even dress up costume.

— even though whisky is his favourite drink, jasper is a cocktail connoisseur. he loves experimenting with new recipes and tries them out in the hotel bars to see if his guests and staff like them before implementing them on the menu. he loves sweet and fruity cocktails the most, especially ones with orange, passion fruit, and strawberry flavours.

— whilst he likes most music genres, jasper loves all the old school stuff from the 1950s and 1960s. it reminds him of listening to his grandparents’ record player as a kid and dancing with his grandmother as they baked together.

— jasper is a great listener and helping others to solve their problems gives him a purpose. no matter how bit or small the issue he’s there to simply listen or give advice; he also finds it a lot easier to do this than to face his own problems or accept help from others.

— jasper has an instagram account with 28 million followers. he doesn’t know how he has that many, but he gets excited about it often. he posts a lot of photos of aurora bay, especially the beach, as well as photos from his time on film/tv sets, screencaps from his favourite films, his favourite books and current reads, and his piano playing skills amongst other things. and even though the seascape has its own account, but with not nearly as many followers, jasper will often post about events, drinks offers, etc. on his personal one as he knows it’ll reach a wider audience.

wanted connections

— biological daughter: jasper’s daughter was born 25/26 years ago after a seven month relationship with a co-star (see bio above). the two of them split up before jasper could find out he was going to be a father and has been oblivious ever since. until his daughter shows up, having flown all the way from london, at the seascape saying her mother has died but finally admitted who her father was. she wants a relationship with jasper and to get to know him, so is willing to stay in aurora bay to see how things progress. everything else about his daughter (such as her own profession) is utp and anything can be discussed! — (any white or half-white female fc would work for her, so bring whoever you think would fit!)

— seascape hotel employees: jasper has an incredible team working for him and treats them all with kindness and respect no matter their role. as well as a general manager (who would be jasper’s right hand), he would also need receptionists, bar managers (one for inside bar and one for poolside bar) and staff, waiters/waitresses, housekeeping staff, chefs, masseurs, personal trainers, and lifeguards. — (unless stated, there can be several of the same positions, but feel free to bring in any position you think fits!)

— best friend/crush: this muse has been living in aurora bay a lot longer than jasper has and, like a lot of the town, turned up to the seascape's grand reopening party, which was where she met jasper. they hit it off immediately and quickly became firm friends, often turning to each other for advice as well as hanging out together and helping each other with just about anything whether personally or professionally. their romantic attraction grew after a while and was mutual, but neither of them wanted to ruin their relationship, so stayed quiet and suppressed their feelings, and now they’re both silently conflicted on what the future holds for them. — (even though my preferred fc for this muse is naomi watts, i’m open to discussing other options and everything else about her is completely utp!)

[shakethatsassyass]

Sleeping with GOM Headcanons

So I accidentally deleted this request... which was sent in by someone who was off-anon. I can’t remember the un for the life of me but I hope you see this

SFW. Kuroko, Kise, Midorima, Aomine, Murasakibara, Akashi

Hello!! I was just wondering if you could maybe do some Hcs for GOM and what it would be like sleeping next to them??

KUROKO

He sleeps like a dead man. Kuroko literally doesn’t move. 

He keeps the room at a freezing temperature too you would die if you only had a thin blanket to cover you

So Kuroko sleeps with layers. Even during summer he must be in layers of clothing and blankets.

How his indoor plant is still alive is a mystery

Kuroko doesn’t mind cuddling orb either the little or big spoon but it is quite hard to get away from his grasp once he’s asleep

He sleeps through anything… earthquakes, construction work, Nigou jumping him, you leaving his side cause you were going to get frostbite if you didn’t move to the living room… 

His bed is REALLY SOFT too. There’s a topper on his mattress and another comforter on top of it. It feels like a cloud

He is obsessed with scented candles and has a nice collection of the jars inside his closet. 

KISE

Kise talks in his sleep.

Kise’s room is surprisingly huge. He as a walk-in closet with sponsored clothes and a vanity with different skincare products. His bathroom also has a tub.

He also has a small fridge in his room where he keeps some wine, drinks, and some skincare products like sheet masks.

He takes his evening skincare routine seriously and encourages you to do it with him. You oblige, knowing there’s so many products to choose from!

Every day is spa day with this model and it’s just your form of self-care and bonding time with one another.

He’s big on cuddling and always insists on spooning your or being spooned to sleep. You oblige of course, he’s always so vocal when you don’t and when you do… he just says the dirtiest things. *parental guidance* just moaning into your ear and rubbing circles on your back oh lawd…

Kise also likes watching shows with you before going to bed so you almost always fall asleep mid-episode with the television on……

He’s A HEAVY SLEEPER and Kise TALKS IN HIS SLEEP. Like the first time you slept together, he was just talking normally and you were responding only to realize he was fast asleep and his responses were not making any sense!!!

He doesn’t remember whatever he says or what you say in the next morning, though.

The only downside with sleeping with Kise is that he’s kind of A BITCH in the morning…. Before he gets his caffeine… like just kind of rude sometimes LMAO

MIDORIMA

Midorima is very particular about his bed. He has rules.

No outside clothes. If you were just outdoors you aren’t even allowed to touch the bed let alone sit on it.

He has a humidifier on his bedside because his nose and skin gets really dry

His bed and closet is also full of stuffed toys of different sizes that he previously bought as lucky items and kept just in case he needed them again. 

Midorima also is very strict about the pajamas he wears. They have to be matchy all the time. Even if they seem mismatched, trust me, he has specific pieces coordinated together and folded as one in his wardrobe.

He smells really really good, too. Like just clean soap smell… or like a baby… Mmmm Shin-chan…

Midorima is a really warm person so his scent just radiates your senses whenever you sleep next to him. 

He’s a quiet sleeper. He’s still quite reserved when it comes to cuddling but when he’s extra sleepy, tired, or even buzzed… he’ll initiate skinship with you

Having this 6’5” man’s warm skin against yours is an experience like no other. He’s strictly the big spoon though. Over his dead body would he let you see his flushed face. besides… that way he can bury his head on your hair to smell you lmao

Bonus because you get to see Midorima without glasses and admire those oH SO LONG LASHES of his…. ykwita

AOMINE

Surprisingly the best one to sleep with

You’ve been caught by Momoi sleeping in the university rooftop more than a couple of times…..

And you didn’t even mean to fall asleep… it’s just that it was after lunch… and it’s Aomine… soo….

Aomine can literally sleep anywhere anytime and if you’ve shard a bed with anyone YOU KNOW THIS TYPE OF PERSON IS THE BEST TO SLEEP WITH

Aomine’s room is likee a typical bachelor pad.

But it’s quite neat due to two reasons:

1) Aomine’s a perfectionist. Idk if it’s been acknowledged in KNB but he always seemed like someone who liked to keep things in order. He knows when something is out of place (like that magazine is 3 inches farther to the left than when I last left it…)

Maybe because Aomine’s a Virgo sun, too.

2) Momoi, though she very rarely has to, she helps clean up Aomine’s place when she comes over.

You can toss and turn all you want in bed and Aomine will still be in deep slumber

You can jump on the bed and sing karaoke at full volume beside him and he’d be snoring

Aomine also gets cold pretty quickly, used to being outdoors all the time so he’s always drawn to your warm body

But there is one thing that can wake him up…

He subconsciously knows when you’ve left his side.

He’s always finding a way to hold you one way or another at night… like he has this sixth sense that just knows where you are in bed and magic spatial vision of how he can pull you close against him

MURASAKIBARA

He has a custom-made bed (the rest of his family barely fits in their mass-produced ones) and it’s full of so many pillows you wonder how you both could possibly fit in it

He also has a fridge in his room.

Snacks closet, snacks under the bed, snacks in all his bags… movie nights are the best because it’s like a mini grocery there

Murasakibara sleeps really early too. He’s knocked out by 10pm and is an early riser. 

He’s a gentle sleeper. Doesn’t snore and turns in his sleep minimally so you don’t have to worry about being crushed

His limbs ARE PRETTY HEAVY when he accidentally hits you at night but his skin is so warm too so it’s welcomed during winter

Buuuut he does love being the little spoon (don’t ask me how) and prefers sleeping with you that way

You don’t even need a blanket… Murasakibara just engulfs your body so completely that it’s more than enough

He’s THE BEST HUGGER. I don’t make the rules.

Also he has the softest skin oUT OF EVERYONE, Mura’s limbs are so long and so soft it’s comforting.

AKASHI

Akashi smells IMMACULATE. He spares no expense when it comes to hygiene and has a great selection of body gels and creams.

His room and sheets always smell like fresh laundry and are replaced bi-weekly.

As for sleep… your sleep is 100% elite class thanks to all the goose feathers and amazing fragrances…but only if you’re comfortable with a certain someone sneaking his way into your duvet in the wee hours of the night… giving you a forehead kiss before lying on the pillow next to yours

Akashi does his best to maintain a balanced sleeping schedule but with so much responsibility, he’s grateful if he even has time to chat with you before getting up in the morning

It’s really the small things that matter most to you and Akashi

Akashi sometimes snores… when he’s extra tired. He doesn’t know this and you have no plans of telling him. It’s your little secret.

As for Akashi’s sleeping habits, he’s kind of a light sleeper so he sometimes sleeps with earplugs just so he wouldn’t wake up at random times.

He’s also a great cuddler but somehow his toes and fingers are always so damn cold you shudder when he makes contact with your skin. You always hold his hands as a result so even if you’re sleeping on your respective parts of the bed… he still searches for your hand under the covers…

He’s knocked out on Fridays, exhausted from work so staying in bed during weekends is just priceless

[sukirichi]

closer | gojo satoru x reader

a/n: aaah my first ask and it’s a request! thanks so much this is so kind and sweet of you 🥺 and here it is! I’m not sure if it’s exactly what you wanted but I hope you like it anyway! 

summary: in which Gojo has the need to be closer to you after a long day of hard work

pairings: jealous! Gojo x reader

warnings: none, other than this isn’t proofread! (This is just a fluffy domestic short fic!)

masterlist ! 

The best part about being the strongest jujutsu sorcerer isn’t the power (although Gojo basks in that too) but rather the fact that he allows himself to completely tear his walls down and be putty in your hands once he comes home from work.

Gojo would never say it out loud that the best part of his days is waking up next to you, pressing kisses in your still sleepy face and you whining for five more minutes, then watching as you wobble like a penguin to the shower so you can start your day. Although he doesn’t really ask much from you, his heart still swells every time you make him a sandwich, kiss it and claim that it’s “made with love” before he proudly shows off his ‘breakfast’ of the day to his students.

Even in work, he still thinks of you. It’s quite impossible for this man to stop thinking of you; you and him never left that honeymoon phase even after two years of marriage and a much longer time of dating.

He could be exorcising a curse then get distracted afterwards after seeing an Italian restaurant that he just knows you’ll love. Next thing you know, Gojo flicks his wrist and exorcises the curse in a flash before hopping into that restaurant to look at the menu. Loving is knowing; Gojo takes the time to see if the restaurant would be respectful of your allergies every time before booking reservations.

It’s no secret that this man is completely enamoured with you, if his sappy good morning kisses accompanied with light, teasing touches down your legs is not an indication already. Gojo is confident and feels safe in your relationship and he’s never the type to get jealous because Gojo is Gojo – who else would be better than him for you?

Or at least that’s what he used to believe, until he comes home with a bag of pumpkin spice bread for you, arms wide open and a “Darling~” about to leave his lips when he sees your current predicament.

Nanami is leaning against one of the chairs in your cafe downstairs from your home, the usual stoic man’s lips and cheekbones slightly raised in laughter as you tell him something about your day. Gojo can’t exactly understand the worse falling from your lips because he’s too focused on the way you’re leaning forward, eyes absolutely crinkled into half-moons while you share a strawberry tart with him. Gojo sees the cups of tea have already been emptied, meaning Nanami has been here for a much longer time than he is welcomed.

Gojo clenches his jaw. He’s told you many times you should get a bell so you’d know when a customer comes in, but now he’s thankful you’re stubborn and refused to have one because he can hide in one of the propped up tables and chairs hidden in the darkness.

He can’t help the sigh he releases. He’s late – like he always is.

You’re a regular human who isn’t able to see curses. You’ve only ever known about their existence ever since you started dating Gojo, but other than that, you’re completely unaware of how these things work. It doesn’t bother Gojo. In fact, he quite likes that he can be just a regular man around you, and he basks in the comfort of not having to worry about your safety if ever you were also like him.

He met you when you were just still a barista who helped your boss bake from time to time. Gojo was only a student then who hopped from one cafe to another in search of the best delicacy, but he got more than what he bargained from when he met the fresh-faced and bubbly young woman standing behind the counter whose smile was sweeter than the most sugary dessert you’ve ever made.

As the two of you grew older, Gojo supported you in building your own cafe since you’re so passionate about it and it’s been your dream since childhood.

He still remembers how you’d spend hours in the kitchen trying out new ingredients, so much so that you forget to eat on most days. Gojo is left with the task of literally hauling your ass up upstairs and force you to shower with him. You lie that you’re not really tired, but the moment his skilled hands roll the tension out of your shoulders, a contented and grateful sigh paints those lips he loves to kiss.

One of the things Gojo loves doing with you is taste-testing. He’s not around the house most of the time when you work since he’s a busy man himself, but on the days he actively chooses to annoy Principal Yaga and go AWOL, he’d sit obediently on the counter and let you use him as your own taste experimenting dummy.

When night falls and you’re just about ready to head to bed; satisfied and proud of another day of hard work, Gojo comes home early to help you clean up the cafe and prop the furniture so you don’t overstrain your muscles.

Or at least, he wants to come home early to help you. It’s just that he often gets carried away on his missions and stays behind a lot longer than he’d like because the world of curses is extremely demanding. After seeing that you probably already lifted all these heavy chairs and cleaned up everything by yourself even when you’re tired, and you still have the ability to smile and laugh like that in Nanami’s presence when he should be the one on the receiving end, Gojo is unable to fight back the twisting feeling that pools in his stomach.

Forcing a huge grin on his face, Gojo loudly smacks the paper bag in the table between you and Nanami, his hands resting on the blond’s shoulder who only groans at his presence. “Yo!” He greets, winking when your eyes gleam brighter now that your husband is home.

There’s no trace or hint of anything that could indicate you’re upset with him because he didn’t come home early. Instead, you bow and excuse yourself while picking up your cups and the small plate where remnants of your signature tart had been, and Gojo watches with longing eyes as you disappear in the back room.

Now that you’re gone, Gojo drops in your seat, takes off his blindfold, and glares at Nanami. “Nanamin,” he drawls out. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here – getting chummy with my wife, no less.”

Gojo knows he’s being petty and childish. Of course he is. This is Nanamin we’re talking about; the man is as frigid and stone and he’s as interested in romantic relationships as much as he respects Gojo Satoru. Plus, it’s you, and you have eyes for Gojo and Gojo only, but it’s also Gojo Satoru who’s mixed in the formula, and he’s not the least bit ashamed that he’s being immature right now.

Of course he’s jealous. Of course he’s possessive.

You’re his sweet, little wife – of course he doesn’t like it.

As if reading his mind but couldn’t be bothered to deal with him, Nanami slides an envelope across the table. “Ijichi took a sick leave so he couldn’t give this to you. I was tasked to hand it over to you instead so I came around. It’s not my fault you come home late and your wife insisted I have a short meal before I came home,” Gojo opens his to retort something stupid when you emerge from the back, pretty face tired yet still patient as ever.

“Leaving already, Nanami?” You smile up at him, hand slipping through Gojo’s bigger and rough ones. He doesn’t know why the gesture leaves him stunned, especially when you step close enough that he feels your heat on this sudden cold night. He’s so entranced by everything about you he doesn’t even notice the blond bidding his farewell.

Gojo watches as you turn to face him, smaller hands reaching up to caress his face. Now that his blindfold is gone, his hair falls down to forehead, your dainty fingers brushing them away from his eyes so you could marvel in its beauty.

Like a little kid, he melts into a puddle when you do that exact eye-smile he’s seen you do with Nanami, only this time, it’s reserved, private, and intimate.

Gojo shuts his eyes in the process, nearly stumbling forward, which he doesn’t really let happen with anyone because he’s the Gojo Satoru; strongest jujutsu sorcerer. But you don’t mind, you never do, and if anything it only makes you laugh when he pretends to be deadweight by collapsing into the crook of your neck.

“What a big baby,” you tease with your hand rubbing up and down his back in a soothing motion, all the tiredness and exhaustion from his day disappearing into thin air.

“Yes,” he concedes as he follows you up the stairs where you both change into your pyjamas and settle in for the night. “But I’m your big baby.”

The nickname makes you laugh, head thrown back as giggles erupted in your chest. You’ve already removed your makeup, hair down from your work hairnet and flowing in loose waves. Gojo stifles a gasp then, because you’re in his arms, in his bed, smelling like him, and you’re so soft, so free, so vulnerable and the way you lean into his shoulders while he rubs his cheek on the crown of your head makes him feel like he’s falling in love all over again.

He’ll never get tired of this – of you.

The mere thought of seeing you with someone else that isn’t him doesn’t sit well with Gojo. Now he understands why he’s so jealous and immature – it’s because he hasn’t wanted anyone or anything as much as he loves you.

He can’t imagine a life where he’ll wake up to his mornings without your limbs sprawled across his longer ones, or how he may never hear your sleep talks about birds and butterflies; which is utterly ridiculous, but because it’s you, he finds it adorable. Sometimes Gojo wonders how he ever even lived before meeting, but of course, those were days filled with nothing but him doing weird stupid shit.

Not that he’s stopped doing that, but now at least he’s doing those weird stupid with you.

And he only ever wants to share those with you, so he doesn’t and will never allow anyone else to take what’s rightfully his. You’re his wife, the love of his life, the sunshine in his mornings and the sunset of his beautiful dusk.

He doesn’t care if he’s petty – he’s got every right to be jealous because Gojo Satoru never shares what’s his.

When his mind races back to the way you smile for Nanami again, his hold on you grows tighter. You don’t complain when Gojo suddenly presses his lips into yours, a breathy moan blessing his ears once he finally moves on top of you. Gojo runs his hand under your – his – shirt, letting those talented hands of his roam upon the expanse of his skin like an artwork he’ll never get tired of looking at.

“Missed you,” he mumbles in between the lip-locking, leaning closer when your nails start to scratch his scalp as a way to soothe him from the night. Nothing about the kiss is hurried or fervent; rather, it’s calm and steady, slow and passionate, much like how everything he feels for you is similar to a calm, rainy day where he’ll stay in with a hot cup of chocolate.

You’re home – warmth and comfort – and you know you’re his just as he knows he’s yours, but it doesn’t stop him from kissing you like he wants you to never forget that.

You shiver when Gojo’s fingers tickle your ribcage, that spot always having been sensitive. Your husband swipes his tongue over your lips that still tastes like strawberries from your lipbalm, and he groans, falling forward when you allow him access into your sweet, sweet mouth. Meanwhile, you travel down from his hair into those broad, strong shoulders that always seemed like a fortress to you.

Gojo was so big and strong compared to you. There’s no denying he could easily break you if he wanted to, but he’s nothing but gentle – perhaps a little eager – when he holds you like this.

There’s no memory of how you end up on top of his lap that night with the covers barely strewn across your bodies, Gojo’s back pressing into the bed frame that’s witnessed endless nights of passion. His hands then run over your hips, squeezing it a little too hard until you rut against his hips.

“Hmm,” you moan into his mouth at the friction, while Gojo only smirks at your reaction. Even after years, you’re still so sweet, sensitive, and responsive – he just can’t get enough of it. “Satoru,” the way you say his name is so breathy, almost as if it’s a secret only the two of you should know, so he listens intently at your next words. “You’re a little needy tonight. Did something happen?”

“No,” he lies, smiling to himself once he sees your lips are red and bruised. He’s sure he looks the same, but your eyes are glossed over with love that he can’t resist you pulling you to him as if the space offends him. He trails his lips down to your neck to leave red patches of marks that claims you as his – not that the gold wedding band on your fingers wasn’t doing the job already.

Like the good girl you are, you tilt your head and allow him to do as he pleases. He sucks, licks, kisses and nips at the skin, all the while careful to not hurt you or push you over to the edge since both of you are too tired for the day to ever do anything.

Your head drops to the crook of his neck then, arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely as if you trusted him to catch you whenever you fall – and you know he will. He always will.

Later on, you grow sleepy at the way he starts to pepper kisses into your skin that addictingly smells like cinnamon and vanilla all at the same time. Gojo chuckles to himself at how peaceful you look in that moment, draped over him like a tiny puppy who lives in a world too big for themselves, but that’s not true.

You’re bigger than the universe itself, larger than the vast galaxies he held beneath those eyes, and Gojo finally stops being jealous.

There’s no need to be, after all, not when he’s the one you trust wholeheartedly to tuck you in bed while your soft breathing lulls him into slumber as well. Gojo flicks the lamp off with his finger, not wasting another second before he scoots closer, closer, closer until there’s no more recollection of where you begin and where he ends.

He stands corrected in his statement.

He’ll never get tired of this, of you, for you’re bigger than the universe itself and there’s still a lot of space between the two of you that he can’t wait to cross until your worlds crash and burn.

“Next time,” he promises before kissing your eyelids, “I’ll come home earlier.”

[papergirllife]

Nakamoto Yuta

College AU

Synopsis:

Moving into a new rental lands you with three roommates, Luna, a bubbly and outgoing college girl, and Yuta, the foreign student from Osaka. Moving in was easy enough until the three of you get a super king sized bed to cut back on spending, bringing the three of you closer than ever, that is until Luna and Yuta get tangled up in a messy relationship as you watch from the sidelines, they say a rainbow comes after a storm, but the rainbow unexpectedly shines onto you.

Or

In which the classic ‘there’s only one bed’ trope gets a huge twist.

warnings : slow burn, minor angst, smut, lots of fluff.

word count : 11.7k

A/N : this was written during the start of 2020, and went through major editing before I decided to gift this to you as a gift for a new year in 2022, I hope you guys love this, once again inspired by one of my dreams.

3rd of December, 2020.

You let the agent bring you into an apartment that was obviously over budget for its monthly rent, admiring the scenic park slash garden view that greeted you. The apartment was very close to campus, hence its expensive pricing. Unbeknownst to you, two more people came to take a look at the apartment during your slot, it was a boy and a girl of your age.

“The three of you could rent this apartment together, think about it, it’ll be much more cheaper than getting an apartment for yourself, and with the three of your budgets, it’ll cover the rent and it’s much easier and faster to travel to school living here,” the lady persuaded, putting on her best ‘agent smile’ she could muster up to three broke college kids.

At first you were sceptic of the idea, but during the discussion, the girl, who you would’ve grown to know, Luna, is really friendly. As for the boy, Yuta, he was a rather reserved person, and promised that he doesn’t party and brings girls home on a whim, which seemed promising, given that he definitely didn’t fit in the regular stereotype of men around here, with the black nails and retro shirts, you’d think he’d be living in exciting places like New York, instead of a small town outside of Busan.

The three of you signed the agreement on the spot, looking around the empty apartment, dreading the amount of money you guys would have to spend on furniture.

4th of December, 2020.

“I’m so glad that there’s a sale going on, or we would’ve blew our budget once we walked in,” Luna, the most talkative among the three of you commented as she was examining which couch to get, her eagerness to try on every couch by plopping herself onto every one she sees oddly reminded you of Goldilocks.

Luckily for her, you and Yuta didn’t have much preferences, other than preferring dark colours to avoid stains, typical requirements from busy college kids that rarely have time to tidy up.

“The two of you can go look at study tables first, I’ll join you later, hopefully with the perfect couch for us,” she said with a pretty smile on her face, Luna’s beautiful, anyone with eyes can tell.

You and Yuta nodded mindlessly looking at sign boards to see where were the desks displayed at, you’ve rarely been to Ikea unless your family really had to replace old furniture, so this place was a maze to you.

When you saw a suitable desk, you got too excited and didn’t look closely before you walked, almost bumping into a man with a huge trolley and a big heavy box.

You felt your body kick into a flight or fight mode, legs scrambling to get away but with no avail due to the confined space, you shut your eyes, bracing yourself for the impending pain, that is, until you felt a pair of sturdy hands wrapping around your shoulders, pulling you back into a warm embrace.

When you realise you weren't going to be flat ironed by a piece of unassembled furniture, you slowly pried your eyes open to see Yuta’s face above yours, his worried eyes looking into yours.

“Are you okay?” Yuta asked as he slowly manoeuvred you swiftly back onto your two feet.

“Yeah, I’m fine, thank you, Yuta,” you told him, your voice just above a whisper, the close proximity with Yuta had your mind dizzy.

“You’re welcome, next time, please check both sides before walking, sale periods are hectic here, we wouldn't want your pretty head to be cracked open, am I right?” Yuta teased before he guides you to where you have wanted to go, a hand on your back.

“I know, I’ll be more careful next time. Come on, I think that desk would work well for me, you should check it out too,” you said as you reached back and pulled him by the elbow, the feeling of relief and excitement settling into your mind, placing Yuta in a good limelight in your eyes.

The three of you are at the bedding section now, eyes wide in disbelief that a super king size which was on offer would be cheaper than three singles together.

“They even have an offer for the bed rack? While the singles get no discounts?” Yuta complained, leaning down to check the prices once more to confirm.

Luna crashed onto the bed, examining the mattress.

“You know, we could always share the bed, there’s so much space left. Wouldn’t that be better than buying three singles? And we could save more money this way,” she suggested, looking between the two of you.

“I don’t feel comfortable sleeping next to a guy, Luna. No offence to you, Yuta, I’m just...

“No, I’m not offended, I understand where you’re coming from,” Yuta said as he sits down on the bed, testing the feeling.

“I don’t mind, I grew up with many siblings anyways, I can be the sandwich in the middle,” Luna offered.

Yuta only nodded, always going along with the flow of the two of you.

25th of March, 2021.

First term exams just ended while holidays just began, Luna had taken a liking towards partying after meeting this group of new friends. Usually she just does this on weekends, but today, she was in for a celebration.

“You guys should come along, it’ll be fun, meet new people, get free drinks, and maybe even get some action, I haven’t gotten laid in so long, you should try it sometime,” Luna chided you, “I have a few dresses that will suite you well,” Luna offered, always the one to bring up any topic regarding boys.

“You go enjoy yourself, Luna. I still need to get some work done before the next semester starts,” you said, gesturing at the pile of books and papers on your desk.

“What a bore. How about you, Yuta?” Luna said as she bounces on her heels, looking at Yuta with those pretty eyes of hers, her puppy eyes were really useful on lecturers, maybe they’d work on Yuta too.

“I’ll have to pass, Luna. My team and I wants to brush up for next term, there’s a dance we have to present for our coursework points for next term,” Yuta explained.

Yuta was a dance major, while you on the opposing spectrum entirely, studied journalism, and Luna is taking a mass communications course.

“What kind of lecturer does that?” Luna said with a huff before checking her hair in the mirror.

“He is sort of strict, and we have surprise tests all the time, so I don’t think I’ll have any time for parties, have fun Luna,” Yuta says as he packs his bag, preparing to head to his friends.

“Okay, I’ll head out now, call me if anything happens,” Luna said before she walked out.

“Wanna watch Howl’s Moving Castle with me?” Yuta said after he finished busying his things.

“Don’t you have practice to get to?” you asked, looking back at the actually quite empty bag, his large water bottle wasn’t even sticking out of it like it tends to be.

“Nah, I just got bored of parties, had to make up an excuse for her. What about you?” Yuta asked, always trying to get to know you better, unlike Luna, you rarely ever talked about yourself.

“Partying isn’t my thing, I assume you don’t really enjoy them either?” you asked, you were always intrigued by Yuta’s character.

“Nope,” Yuta said as he turns on the laptop, hands out reached to offer you a snack on the table as the music of the movie plays softly.

5th of April, 2021.

“I officially have a boyfriend now,” Luna announces after a night out, which according to her just now, was just a casual dinner with a friend.

“Who is it?” you asked when you looked up from your laptop, taking a break from your latest report. You weren’t all that surprised, it was a given, being as gorgeous as her.

“His name is Vince and I met him at a party not long ago and asked me out, we’ve gone out on a few dates now, and today he finally asked me to be his girlfriend,” Luna said giddily, her eyes could have pink hearts popping out of them and still you wouldn't be alarmed.

“Congrats, Luna. I’m so happy for you,” you said as you spun your chair around for fun.

“Congratulations, Luna,” Yuta muttered as he grabbed a jacket and went out of the house, saying that he needs to pick up something from the store.

You were always an observant person, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out Yuta and his fondness towards Luna, but the poor boy never made a move towards her, maybe he knows his chances aren't all that high, Yuta is the most handsome guy you've ever seen, but if Luna was interested, you're sure she would’ve made a move long ago, she was always the confident type, rejection isn't a vocabulary in her dictionary.

You could tell that Luna knew about Yuta having a crush on her when Luna looked like she was at a compromising position after her sudden announcement, so you didn’t say anything, instead you changed the topic and asked about how her boyfriend looked like, letting Luna show you photos saved in her phone.

21st of June, 2021.

You woke up in the middle of the night to whispers coming from beside you, you turned your head to Luna’s side, straining your ears.

“Quiet down, you might wake her up,” you heard Yuta whisper.

You heard shuffling from beside you as the bed dips gradually from the movements.

“She’s asleep, she always moves when she’s asleep, stop being paranoid, Yuta,” Luna whispered back.

“I’m being paranoid? You have a boyfriend, Luna, we can’t keep doing this. It’s cheating,” Yuta hissed in a hushed tone.

“One last time, just let me touch you, Yuta,” Luna begged quietly.

“No, this is wrong. If you really want to continue this, then break up with Vince,” Yuta retorted.

“It doesn’t matter whether I have a boyfriend or not, Yuta. Like you said, no strings retorted,” Luna countered back.

“I’m tired, I don’t want anything tonight, we’ll talk about this tomorrow,” Yuta whispered back, a finality in his tone.

“Fine,” Luna said as she turns back to your side, huffing out a breath of anger.

8th of July, 2021.

Vince, Luna’s boyfriend, had initiated that he wanted to meet her roommates to get to know you and Yuta over dinner. So now here you were, letting Luna fuss over what your outfit for tonight would be.

“I don’t think my outfit matters, as long as you look nice, Luna. I’m fine with sticking to my sweaters and jeans,” you said, knowing that she's the main star of the show tonight, it's not like Vince is going to care when his girlfriend is beside him.

“Don’t worry, I have tons of clothes, here, this set would look good on you,” Luna said as she passes you a skirt and a lace detailed crop top, nothing you’d wear on a daily basis, but it is pretty.

“This would look perfect on you, and the weather’s warm. Now I just need to do your make up,” she said before turning to her make up pouch.

“Luna, dinner’s in 40 minutes, you should get ready now,” you said, worried that Luna wouldn't have enough time to fuss over her own appearance.

“Right, shit. I completely lost track of time, here you go, this has really nice colours, then I’ll help you do mascara later,” Luna said as she passes you one of her expensive palettes.

You took it in your hands, not knowing what to do with it. You’ve never tried doing your own make up before.

Yuta looked up from his phone, he was already ready, just a change of pants and he’d be out in no time. He looks at the confused look on your face, smiling at how miffed you were.

“Come here, let me help you. I toyed around with eyeshadow with my sister before and I think I’m quite decent at it,” Yuta said after turning off his phone, patting the empty spot next to him.

You sat next to Yuta on the couch, passing him the palette. He takes it in his hand, telling you to close your eyes. You could feel his fingers drawing circles on your eye lid, his palm touching your cheeks in the process. The feeling of his warm hand on your cheek made you feel butterflies in your stomach, and sooner than you wanted, he pulled away.

“Done.”

You open your eyes only to stare back into Yuta’s big round ones, getting lost in the little galaxies of his eyes as he checks his handiwork, your face heating up when you noticed the close proximity between the two of you.

“Perfect.”

You quickly broke eye contact and snapped out from the trance when you heard Luna’s footsteps coming from the closet the three of you have converted from a spare room.

“Yuta, why are you still in your sweats? And I really love that colour, great choice, but you should lose the glasses for tonight, then your eyes would pop more,” Luna said, already dressed to the nines.

You were going to say that it wasn’t your effort, but you clammed up from the interaction you had with Yuta, only choosing to nod as you watch his figure retreat to the bedroom to get changed, taking off your glasses that were perched on your head.

“So? How do I look?” Luna asked, doing a small twirl in front of you.

“Pretty like always,” even though everything seems a bit blurry to you now.

When the three of you got to the restaurant, Vince was already there, barbecuing some meat he had ordered.

“Hey, you must be Yuta,” Vince said to Yuta before doing the same greeting towards you, “have a seat guys. Hi babe, you look gorgeous tonight,” Vince said as he opens an arm to Luna, smooching a kiss on her lips even though there were sauce on his lips.

Vince, according to Luna, is an exchange student from America, and his mom was Korean, so he had this mix of American heartthrob from the 90′s and the everyday Korean college boy look, no wonder Luna was head over heels for him, his personality on the other hand, was something else. Vince rarely asked about you and Yuta, other than what the two of you studied and relationship status, he mostly talked about himself, and a little bit of Luna here and there, talking about what a wild girl she is at parties.

“I’m going to go to the washroom,” Luna said halfway throughout dinner, the awkward silence soon settling in.

“So, Vince. How do you like Korea so far?” you asked, breaking the ice.

“Good, are you local? Like Luna?” he inquired.

“Yeah, I’ve been here my whole life,” you joked, which wasn’t all that false.

“It’s amazing here, the food is great and the ladies are pretty,” Vince said, gesturing Luna’s empty spot.

“Luna is really pretty, you’re a really lucky guy, Vince,” you said.

“You’re not too bad yourself either,” Vince said as his eyes dropped to your chest, eyeing at your exposed skin blatantly.

Before you could do anything about the compromising situation, Yuta took off his jacket and put in on you, buttoning it all the way to the top. You didn’t dare to say anything else, choosing to go back to eating, your left hand reaching over to take Yuta’s, giving it a gentle squeeze as thank you.

Things went back to normal when Luna got back, ranting about how the queue for the lady’s in this mall was really long, her boyfriend ordering more food for her when she complained how hungry she got waiting in line.

After dinner, Vince and Luna went their separate ways.

“Don’t wait up for me, I’ll be sleeping over at his place tonight after our movie,” Luna said with a cheeky wink.

“Okay, stay safe, Luna,” you said before you followed Yuta into his car, his lips in a thin line as he focuses on the road.

When the two of you got home, Yuta immediately took out a bottle of soju and went out to the balcony, taking a seat on one of the foldable chairs you placed outside for when you wanted to read in the morning. You followed soon after you changed into warm comfy clothes, bringing a small blanket out and draped it over Yuta who was only wearing a thin shirt.

“Thank you.”

“I know about you and Luna’s past relationship,” you said, not beating around the bush.

Yuta momentarily froze, eyes wide as he scanned your face, but loosened up when he found no trace of anger or disappointment.

“How did you find out?” Yuta questioned.

“I overhead a conversation you had with her, I’m sorry for eavesdropping,” you apologised.

“Don’t be, we probably ruined your sleep that night.” Yuta took in a deep breathe before he continued, “Luna and I started being friends with benefits when we first moved in, I really liked her, her bubbly personality seemed like it would’ve matched my introvert self, but she said she wasn’t ready for a relationship, so I waited, then this Vince came along. I wanted to stop it, but she didn’t. I thought I could wait a little while more, hoping that she’d be able to see what an asshole he is, but she won’t listen whenever I said he’s an ass,” Yuta confessed in one breath, his voice filled with hurt, taking another swig before he continues, looking straight into your eyes. “I’m going to stop this, I thought she had feelings for me, but actually, she just wanted to toy with my heart, I’m going to stop this thing once and for all,” Yuta explained, not that he needed to, you aren't anyone he owes an explanation to.

You're not sure why Luna is doing this to Yuta, maybe because he’s different, is it because of Yuta being from Osaka? The accent?

“I’m proud of you, Yuta, but are you sure you don’t have anymore feelings for her?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Tonight, I could finally see how toxic she is, she and Vince are a match made in Hell,” Yuta said harshly.

“What did she do to make you think of her that way?” you prodded, not wanting to put Luna under a bad light without any reasoning.

“She tried to touch me under the table just now,” Yuta confessed.

“I... I didn’t know she’d do something like that,” you said honestly, the Luna you had grown to know didn't seem like someone who would do such a thing.

“Stooped low, even for her isn’t it?” Yuta joked darkly, feeling like a fool himself.

“I’m so sorry, Yuta,” you said as you gave him a hug, his head falling on your shoulder.

“I should be the one thanking you, for not judging my fucked up actions,” Yuta said, the way he said it, showed how vulnerable he was, coming clean to you this way.

“We all make mistakes, Yuta, and I’ll always be here for you,” you said as you reached a hand up to stroke his back as he tries to hold in his tears.

“Do you think I’m a fool?” Yuta asked with a slight sniffle.

“No, Yuta, wishing for your love to be requited isn’t a foolish thing. We all need love in our lives, it’s what makes you human,” you said, trying your best to comfort the heartbroken boy.

That night, you were slowly rocked to sleep by Yuta’s warmth in your arms, a lock of your hair in his fingers as he mindlessly plays with them, his other hand on your back, drawing shapeless figures.

“Thank you for letting me in, Yuta. I was really worried about you,” you said, lightly patting his back, the feeling almost maternal.

“I should be the one thanking you, I might have gotten shit faced drunk if you weren’t here, and thanks for giving me courage to officially break it off with her tomorrow,” Yuta said, mentioning how you had gave him input on how to stop this whole messy ordeal.

“I hope she’ll understand,” you said, not knowing what to do if a fight breaks out between the two of them, you’ll definitely be caught up in the middle, that you're sure.

“Yeah,” Yuta agreed as he pulls you closer, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

But deep down, the two of you had a gut feeling that Luna wouldn’t take this lightly.

9th of July, 2021.

You left the apartment and headed to the library once Luna got back in the morning, giving Yuta a thumbs up and encouraging smile before leaving.

Once you were out the door, Luna made her way to Yuta, but when she was about to sit on his lap, he stood up and leaned against the dining table.

“I’m sorry, Luna. I can’t do this anymore,” Yuta said, laying out his cards.

“What do you mean? We’re perfectly fine, why are you doing this to us?” Luna asked, raising her voice, instantly playing the victim.

“There’s no us, Luna. You’re happy with Vince, and it should stay that way, I don’t want to be that asshole who sleeps with another guy’s girl,” Yuta retorted.

“Fine, I’ll break up with him,” Luna said without a hint of remorse for the man she claims she loves.

“No, even if you do, it won’t change my decision. Don’t you see, Luna? You don’t value your relationship with Vince at all. You should learn to love before you commit to someone, don’t get into relationships and ruin every one of them,” Yuta said, being honest about his opinion, and telling it to her as nicely as he could, doing just as you had taught him, he should really thank you for taking psychology as a minor.

“You’re never happy, Yuta. You always demanded for more than you promised to take. I promised your offer months ago, no strings attached, you agreed. Fine, now I offer you sole devotion, but you’re asking me to learn how to love?! What makes you think I don’t know how to love?!” Luna bite backed, her tone lethal, eyes wide in fury, mad that she's not getting what she wants.

“From how easily you discard people, Luna! You said you wanted me at the start, then you met Vince, you said it was over, that you didn’t need the friends with benefits thing anymore because you had a boyfriend, a few weeks later you come back to me again. Do you know how toxic that is?! I can’t believe I just fucking realised it!” Yuta raised his voice back to her, he was nearing his breaking point.

“Why are you doing this, Yuta?! Is there someone else?! Answer me!” Luna demanded, hands fisting his old shirt.

“What if there is?! It’s none of your fucking business anymore, Luna! I deserve my own happiness, and I hope you’ll find yours with Vince or whoever the fuck you’re also sleeping with, because what we have? It’s over,” Yuta said firmly, prying her hands off of him.

Yuta retrieved his wallet from the kitchen island and left the apartment, slamming the door behind his back.

22nd of July, 2021.

Ever since that day, the sleeping arrangements have changed, you in the middle and Luna at your old spot. Things were going as smooth as it could be between the three of you, Luna and Yuta took turns to talk to you in order to avoid snapping at each other at first chance, and as for meals, Yuta would eat outside whenever Luna ordered takeout only for herself and you, and vice versa.

On weekends, Luna partied until the wee hours, coming home completely drunk and getting sick in the toilet at 4 a.m., which means you had to hold her hair for her as she hurled in the toilet bowl,  which sometimes wakes Yuta up in the process, scowling at the consequences of her actions before going back to sleep.

Today, however, you only got back past midnight on a Sunday night, studying for a test you’d be having in the next afternoon. You expected them to be asleep by now, but was surprised by the shouting coming from the bedroom.

“Don’t touch me, Luna! I said we’re over! Go look for your Vince!” you heard Yuta said, his voiced raised dangerously high, his temper on the edge.

“I broke up with him, Yuta!” Luna said, the answer that she thought would suffice the man in front of her.

“It doesn’t matter now, I gave you a chance and you didn’t take it! You never appreciated the people that care for you, why should we heed at your every demand when we don't even receive basic respect in return?” Yuta retorted, his tone was dying down, he was tired, Yuta never looked liked to argue.

That’s when you decided to open the door, seeing Yuta restraining Luna’s hands from touching him, the both of them frozen from your sudden appearance.

“I’m just going to use the bathroom,” you said quietly, taking quick steps to the bathroom before Luna got up from the bed and grabbed your wrist.

“I’ve seen this jacket before. It’s Yuta’s isn’t it? Are you sleeping with him?! Is this the reason why you won’t continue what we had Yuta?! For a nerd like her?!” Luna’s grip on you was harsh, her nails digging into the thin layer of skin wrapped around your wrist, her eyes were glaring into yours, before she shifts her deadly gaze back to Yuta.

“No, Luna, I just borrowed his jacket and forgot to return it the other day,” you said, eyes pleading her when she faces you again, not wanting to make this into a bigger mess.

“You guys think I’m blind?! I saw the two of you cuddling when I woke up in the middle of the night! God knows what the two of you are up to when I slept over at Vince’s! How could you?! You’re my friend, I trusted you!” Luna shouted in your face before pushing you, making you fall and your leg hit the corner of your desk chair.

Immediately, Yuta put himself in between you and Luna, helping you up, but you could feel your leg swelling up from the impact, you held onto Yuta’s arm as you took a seat on your chair.

“This is between me and you, Luna. Don’t you fucking dare hurt her again. Get out! Get out of the house!” Yuta said, his voice venomous, his eyes that once shown how tired he was from the argument with her now flares.

“You’re picking her over me?! And this is my house as well, you have no right to kick me out!” she said, her index finger poking at Yuta’s chest, a habit she shows whenever she's mad at someone.

“You’ve been drinking all your money away every weekend, your rental is covered by her scholarship money now! She paid for the landlord so that you could have a place to stay, you think I don’t know?! When you pleaded for her to help you with your part of the bill! I called the agent and cancelled your name, if you don’t leave this instant I’ll call the cops as well, and you better return your 3.2 million won worth of rental back into her account. I can’t imagine how you'd dare question someone who’s been nothing but a good friend to you, Luna,” Yuta said, the very last blow to Luna’s ego.

“Fine! I’ll just crash at Minnie’s,” Luna said with a huff before she begins to gather her things.

“No, Yuta, it’s late-

“No, I’ll go. I don’t want to see both of your ugly faces anyways,” Luna seethes at you, catching you off guard, hurt from her sudden lashing.

Luna packed most of her things into the big suitcase that you recognise was the one she rolled in when the three of you first moved in, calling a taxi on the way out.

“Oh and by the way, that 3.2 million won is for the furniture I’m selling to the two of you,” was the only thing Luna said before she slammed the door behind her.

Yuta mutters the word 'bitch’ before he tended to your leg, grabbing the first aid kit in the kitchen.

“It’s just a bruise, Yuta, don’t bother,” you said, trying to get up from the chair.

“No, I insist. I’ll take you to the hospital for a check up tomorrow, and don’t worry about the rental, I got myself a position for this one month workshop thing in the city, and it pays well, they might even hire me for other workshops if I do well in this one,” Yuta said, trying his best to optimistic.

“Don’t tire yourself out, Yuta. I’ll also be starting my internship soon, I think we'll be able to cover the monthly rent with it,” you said.

“Really? Congratulations. You deserved it,” Yuta said, knowing how you had always wanted to get some experience in your working field.

“Thank you, Yuta.”

Tonight was the most peaceful sleep Yuta has had since a long time, and true to Luna’s words, he did love to cuddle you to sleep.

11th of August, 2021.

You still see Luna on school grounds from time to time, other than the day right after she left when she cleared out her things, as well as her signature pink desk table and chair that is, the sudden empty spot was quite jarring. Soon after her sequined cushions, plushies, and furniture was gone, Yuta replaced them by buying his own things, like a book rack for your novels and his manga collection that were once crammed in boxes, and even got you a few plushies of your liking, knowing your love for Sanrio characters, all laid out on the couch, you replaced all the photos on the wall with just you and Yuta’s, as well as redecorating the kitchen, where Yuta cooks often, throwing out Luna’s pink coloured utensils.

Yuta only had positive comments for the changes, especially the photo frames where you had added a bit of your own touch on them, a sticker here and there to make it feel new.

Whenever it was weekends, you and Yuta had taken a liking to head down to the bowling alley, even though the two of you blatantly sucked at bowling. On rainy days, Yuta would explain what was happening in his mangas, you’re always fascinated whenever he speaks in his mother tongue, always telling him to read aloud for you, even though you don’t even understand a thing, Yuta would always oblige, with a smile on his face, happy that you are so fascinated by his culture.

Yuta could feel his heart gravitating nearer towards yours as the days go by, he saw it coming since months ago, but this time, he doesn’t think or have any suspicion that his feelings towards you had anything to do with losing Luna anymore, he knew that this time, he is completely head over heels for you. Everyday, Yuta tries to work up the courage to tell you, albeit it won’t be a rush, he wants it to be perfect, he isn’t worried of losing you, as you promised, you’ll always be by his side.

 20th of August, 2021.

Yuta has been talking about getting a belly button piercing for a few occasions now, you thought he was just messing around, that he’d chicken out and not go through with it, but you definitely second guessed yourself as now you’re in Itaewon, waiting for Yuta to have his belly button pierced.

“Are you sure you want to go through with this? I’ve seen a video that showed a woman who had to undergo surgery to remove her belly button piercing,” you said, a video you had watched out of curiosity when it popped up on your YouTube feed.

“I’m sure. It’ll look cool,” Yuta said, not much of a reassurance, this isn't one of his meaningful tattoos, it's much more impulsive, even for Yuta.

“You always get your piercings done alone, why did you bring me this time round?” you asked, as you stepped into the dingy looking parlour.

“Because you said you were free, and constantly being holed up in that tiny apartment isn’t good for you,” Yuta said with a tiny pinch to your arm, his nose scrunched up as he smiles at you.

“You don’t go out that much either,” you retorted, tongue poking out at him.

“That’s why it’ll be an adventure today, come on, it’s my turn.”

Yuta got up and went into the room, the piercer was a man with many piercings and tattoos, which was quite a rare sight among Koreans.

“Which one of you here is getting their navel pierced?”

“That would be me,” Yuta said as he sat down on the recliner chair, that thing always gives you the creeps from the dentist.

The man drew markers on where the piercing would be, asking Yuta to confirm if he wants to go on with the procedure.

“Please take off your shirt, I don’t want it sliding down, since this is a loose shirt,” the man said after Yuta agreed to get his belly button pierced.

When Yuta took his shirt off, you immediately put your hands over your eyes. You had already caught sight of his hips, and you could already feel your cheeks heating up, if you’d see him topless, you would be dead by now. You could hear Yuta’s pretty laugh directed at you when he placed his shirt on your lap as you sat very still on the stool.

“Your girlfriend hasn’t seen you without a shirt on before?” the man asked, very much confused by your reaction.

“No, she hasn’t,” you could feel your heartbeat increasing rapidly at how he didn’t correct the man, but you scolded yourself once you had calmed down a little bit, you were just overanalysing his words, you feel so dumb for feeling like that, he probably just didn’t bother to correct the man.

“Hey come hold my hand, this one is going to hurt more than the ones on the ears,” Yuta said, there might have been a slight tease in his voice, but you're not quite sure.

“Do I really have to?” you groaned, you’re never the type to like physical contact.

“You said you’d be here for moral support, come on, don’t let me go through this alone,” Yuta said, only half begging.

“Okay, fine, don’t guilt trip me,” you got up and kept a hand up to block Yuta from your sight, only looking for his hand when you get there, holding his hand in yours, his shirt, still warm from his body heat, in your other hand.

“Here we go.”

Yuta clasped your hand tightly in his as the man pierced his belly button, a slight wince of pain coming from his mouth, and soon, it was all over, the piercer rummage around to fit the piercing into the hole, but Yuta held your hand until he had his belly button cleansed.

“Done, you guys can leave now.”

Yuta asked his shirt back from you, and told you to look once he was dressed. You opened your eyes and nearly fainted, Yuta was already good looking with clothes on, but that little bit of exposed skin and the piercing altogether? He was hot, the type of hot that you didn’t know whether to cover your face or look a little while longer.

“What do you think?” he asked, still looking at his new jewel.

“It... it looks great, Yuta. Now pull your shirt back down, the weather isn’t warm anymore,” you said as you adjusted his shirt gently, careful to not touch or hurt him.

“My job here’s done, payment is done at the counter, unless your girl wants anything.”

“Okay, thanks but she has sensitive skin, so she can’t have any,” Yuta said as he guided you out of the room, a hand on your back, as you tried not to overthink about the fact that he once again, did not deny the man’s assumption.

“You remembered,” you said as Yuta paid at the counter.

“Of course, it is quite obvious, since you don’t have any on your ears as well,” Yuta said, gesturing at your ears.

“Yeah, it’s a bummer, but the clip on ones serve me well,” you said, a hand reaching up to touch them.

“They look really pretty on you,” Yuta said as he lifted a hand up to touch the accessory on your ear, smiling fondly.

“Let’s get out of here and have lunch,” Yuta said as he guided you out of the shop, his new habit of always having an arm over your shoulder or a hand behind your back making your mind spin.

27th of September, 2021.

“You cooked?” Yuta asked when he got back from a late night class, shutting the door behind him when he was reminded of your dislike of cold air coming into the house.

“Yeah, eat up,” you said as you pushed a plate to his direction as he sat down.

“The last time you cooked, you nearly burnt down the kitchen, and the beef was definitely burnt,” Yuta reminded you with a evil glint in his eyes.

“That was because of the napkins that fell on the stove, not my fault at all,” you said in defence, it wasn’t your fault he had changed the placing of the napkins.

“Uh huh,” Yuta looked at you questioningly, but still took a spoonful of the carbonara pasta you had made, his healing smile never leaving yours. You stopped eating, waiting for his reaction.

“Is it good?”

“It tastes good, I love the spam on the side as well,” Yuta said with his cheeks full, his fork gesturing at the luncheon meat in the middle of the table.

“How could I forget your favourite?” you said, satisfied that Yuta didn't have anything to complain about your cooking.

“Says the one who could eat if for three meals a day,” Yuta said with a quirk of his eyebrows, silently asking you if you still have anything left to defend yourself.

“Yah, you were the one who stocked up too much of it, and they were nearing their expiration dates,” you said, suddenly reminded of Yuta’s frenzy buying whenever there's a sale.

“Okay, you win this time, and thanks for dinner. It’s just what I needed after a long day,” Yuta lifts up his hands in surrender before thanking you.

“Glad you like it,” you said with a stupid smile on your face, gloating, it's not everyday you win Yuta in a banter.

You got back to your research for your internship when Yuta showered, brushing up an article that you were going to submit tomorrow. When you were done, you waited outside the living room, giving as much space to Yuta as possible. You were scrolling through social media when Yuta hollered from the bedroom.

“Can you help me apply the medicine? I’m too tired to do it today,” Yuta pleaded with his puppy eyes that he knew you can’t resist once you entered the room, as if he knew the power he has over you.

You sat on the bed and shakily applied the medicine onto his piercing, eyes fixated only on that patch of skin, not wanting to be caught by your heated cheeks or thumping heartbeat. Once you were done, you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“Why are you so nervous?” Yuta asked as he leaned down onto the bed, stretching his legs.

“What? I’m not,” automatically defending yourself.

“Yes, you are. Your fingers kept shaking, you don’t have to worry about hurting me you know, it doesn’t hurt anymore, I just need to make sure it’s healing,” Yuta said, trying to sound as mindlessly as possible.

“Yeah, okay,” you quickly avoided the eyes that were staring at you, darting into the bathroom to change into your pajamas and climbed into bed, unsuccessfully avoiding Yuta, because after all, you’ll still end up wrapped up in his embrace as the two of you toss and turn in your sleep.

1st of October, 2021.

“It’s 5 a.m., Yuta. Why are we torturing ourselves this way?” you groaned when you were jolted awake by the alarm on Yuta’s phone, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Come on, you promised to watch the sunrise with me, get a move on. I can’t get up if you don’t,” Yuta said reminding you, that is, before you heard the teasing tone in his voice towards the end.

“What do you mean?” that’s when you realised, your whole body was draped across Yuta’s,  your head resting beside his, on his pillow, no wonder his voice sounded so close. You immediately cleared your throat and got up from bed, rushing into the bathroom before he could see your ugly morning face, even though he’s probably seen it more times than he could count.

Yuta rolled onto your side of the pillow when you went in the bathroom, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo, a smile gracing his lips. Today, he decided, would be the day that he's going to confess his love for you, he’s quite sure that you feel the same way, always so shy and sweet around him, the thought of all the moments the two of you shared just makes him want to wrap you up in a blanket and hug you like a human burrito.

During the drive to the hill, you fell asleep on the passenger seat, you were still wearing that denim jacket under your thick fleece coat, you had offered to give it back to Yuta, but he has way too many jackets anyways, and sparing one just to see how adorable you look in it was definitely worth it.

When the sun started to rise, Yuta shook you awake like a child on Christmas day.

“Wake up, wake up, we’re here,” you heard him say before you felt the warmth of his palm, even through the many layers of cloth.

You shot your eyes open, immediately in awe of the beautiful blend of colours mixed in the sky, the fiery red blending into the orange like strokes of paint on a beautiful painting, along with dabs of pink here and there.

“It’s beautiful, Yuta,” you said in awe, your eyes lighting up at the beautiful view.

Yuta diverted his eyes from the view to you, memorizing your beautiful face that is lit up by the colours of the sky, your lips fixed in a little o and your doe eyes blinking from the sunlight that starts shining into the car.

“You’re beautiful. The sunrise is nothing compared to the beauty you withhold,” Yuta said without a trace of hesitancy.

You immediately whipped your head to look at Yuta instead of the sunrise, thinking you heard him wrongly.

“What?”

“I mean it, you’re beautiful, and I love you,” there it is, the three words that Yuta has been swallowing back for months, a weight lifted from his shoulders.

“Don’t tell me this is a six month late April fool’s or something,” you joked, but secretly, you hoped he was being honest, that this isn't a prank.

“Would I voluntarily sleep in the same bed as you even though I had enough money to buy ten single beds if I didn’t like you?” Yuta said directly, not knowing how to feel, did you not see him in that light?

“What about Luna?” you asked in a tone not louder than a whisper, but Yuta heard you loud and clear.

“She hasn't been in my mind for god knows how long, in fact, the only thing that I can't stop thinking about is us, how happy you make me, and I’d be the happiest man on this world if you’d be willing to be my girlfriend,” Yuta said as he takes your hand in his, sincerity in his eyes as he searched for yours, looking for clues to the answer he's hoping for.

You tucked Yuta’s hair back his ear when it fell on his face, taking in his sharp and beautiful features, smiling at him, acknowledging that you’re a lucky girl, to be able to capture Nakamoto Yuta’s heart.

“I love you too, Yuta,” you said before giving a light peck to Yuta’s soft lips, but when you start to pull away, Yuta pulled you closer by your waist, capturing your lips in his once again. It was just like he dreamt of, kissing you for the first time, under the sunrise.

31st of October, 2021.

“Get dressed,” Yuta said as he tossed you a bag, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“What’s this?” you asked while rummaging through the contents of the bag, pulling out a platinum wig.

“Your costume, my friends are hosting a small party for Halloween, and I’d like you to be my date,” Yuta explained, awaiting your reaction.

“O-kay,” you said after a while, realising that he wasn’t joking, getting up from the couch to change, but Yuta stopped you by holding onto your arm.

“If you’re not comfortable, we don’t have to go,” Yuta said, concern written on his face, by your lack of reaction, he thought you'd be excited.

“No, I’m fine, I was just surprised, I’d love to meet your friends,” you said genuinely, you thought guys tend to take a longer time to introduce their girlfriends.

“Okay, I’ll change out here,” Yuta said, offering you privacy in your shared room.

You and Yuta haven’t seen each other bare, even after all this time, you realised as you made a beeline for the bedroom, you quickly shook those thoughts out of your head, quickly getting changed into the costume.

After you had the wig on, you still don’t really know who you’re supposed to be, until you went out to the living room and saw Yuta in his costume.

“Now I know who I’m supposed to be,” you said to Yuta as he shrugged on his giant red and navy blue diamond coat, the one that looks exactly like the one in the movie, so that’s why he dyed his hair blonde a few days ago.

“You didn’t remember how did Sophie look like?” Yuta said in mock offence.

“You got a shorter version of the dress, unlike the original one in the movie,” you explained.

“You know how clumsy you’d get if you wore the original dress, I found this at a thrift store like a month ago, just had to get it for you, and you can still wear it on a daily basis,” Yuta said, ever the practical one.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror near the door, looking at the details of the dress, and its Victorian collar, it is indeed pretty, as well as the material used for the dress, adjusting your wig one last time before you slipped on a coat, as well as your black flats.

Yuta stands beside you in the reflection, adjusting his own coat as you admired how much he resembles the character in the movie. You were about to open the door, but Yuta insists on taking a photo of both of you at the tight corridor, you smiled at how happy he is tonight.

Yuta even went as far as playing the infamous merry go round track from the movie, the instrumental music making the night feel even more special.

“Do you know why I decided to dress up as Howl?” Yuta asked when he stopped the car, arriving at the venue.

“Because you resemble his good looks?” you offered up, the resemblance is uncanny.

“Thank you, baby, but that’s not it,” Yuta said with a chuckle before he continues, “Do you remember the first time we watched Howl’s Moving Castle? You said that Howl was your childhood crush, so…I wanted to make your dreams come true this Halloween,” Yuta explained.

“You remembered?” you asked, shocked to find out that Yuta had remembered that off handed comment in the midst of your movie night.

“Of course, you were looking at him with those heart eyes that should’ve been just for me,” Yuta teased, pinching the tip of your nose lightly.

“That’s your fault for being in love with that wicked witch of the west,” you said, mentioning Luna, as well as making a pun out of the original movie.

“Wow, my baby bites back,” Yuta was shocked, but he welcomed the slight change of attitude, Luna hadn’t been a good friend to you, knowing that she wasn't is good for you, he doesn’t want anyone taking advantage of your kindness ever again, “I’m surprised. Now come on, I want to show you off to my friends.”

Just like Yuta promised, it was just a small party which only consisted of his friends and their girlfriends, they were all very friendly, and expressed how eager they were to meet you. The girls were gushing over how sweet it was for Yuta to pick out your costumes, and gave their respective boyfriends the side eye for not making the same efforts.

You’re glad that Yuta had brought you along today, you made new friends, which was something you hadn’t done ever since Luna declared herself as your best friend back then, it felt like a fresh start of friendship to you, now that you could have someone to talk to, other than Yuta, but of course, he’d always be the first person you share your woes with, he’s always been an understanding friend, and now, boyfriend. Sometimes you can’t believe how lucky you are, to end up with someone as special as Yuta.

When the two of you got back, it was already midnight, the two of you still in your costumes, though you had taken off the wig, looking at each other on the couch like two idiots. Still giddy over the matching and sentimental costumes. You climbed into Yuta’s lap, fingers gently tracing the outline of his lips, kissing him with a burning red passion in your heart.

Yuta kissed you back, arms encircled your waist as he pulls you closer, not wanting any space between the two of you. You wound your legs around his waist, silently telling him to move it to the bed. Yuta obliged, hands holding onto your thighs as he makes his way to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss, making you smile into it.

“What’s so funny? I thought we were having a serious make out session,” Yuta said, but he wasn’t mad at all, in fact, he had a smile as wide as yours as he placed you down gently on the bed.

“Just admiring how strong my boyfriend is,” you said, ever the one to shower him in compliments.

“You bet, the amount of laundry you have,” Yuta nagged, shaking his head.

You shrugged off his big heavy coat, tossing it onto the other side of the bed, pulling him in bed next to you, attaching your lips back to his.

You guided Yuta’s hand on your exposed thigh, planning to take your relationship to the next chapter, no more cold showers for Yuta tonight. Yuta broke away from the kiss once he felt your smooth skin.

“Are you sure about this? I don’t want to rush you into anything, and I think this will be your first time, am I right?” Yuta asked, he didn't really have a doubt on it, but he wants a confirmation, to get it clear in his head that he can’t fuck up your first.

“I know you'll be my first, and I’m sure I want this, Yuta, I love you,” you reassured him.

“I love you too, but tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable, okay?”

You nodded before kissing Yuta’s neck, looking for his weak spot. Although you never had any experience, you’ve read much about it on the internet, silently thanking for the amount time you lingered on fanfiction. When you heard Yuta’s breath staggering at a certain spot, you began sucking on it, pulling away to admire the mark you left on his skin.

Yuta took the chance to do the same to you, pink and purple blotches blooming like flowers in his wake as his hand descends higher, playing with the waistband of your lacy panties, you’re glad that you wore a matching set today.

“Can I take your dress off?”

“Can we take off our clothes together?” you asked, you weren't exactly comfortable being the only one naked.

“Of course, baby,” Yuta said as he stands up from the bed, unbuttoning his white blouse and taking off his black pants, leaving him only in his boxers, all the while with your hands over your eyes, just like the day at the tattoo parlour.

“Yah, I’m your boyfriend now, for real this time. You can look at what’s yours, you know?” Yuta pulls your hands down slowly, your eyes wide, taking in his perfect body under the glow of the fairy lights hanging on the bedpost.

“Do I live up to your expectations?” Yuta asked, he's a confident man, but he still needs his ego fed, your classic Scorpio.

“Definitely, everything I've ever imagined,” you said, fingers lightly grazing the skin of his chiselled abs.

“I'm sure you’re even better than my imagination, baby,” Yuta said before lightly pecking your lips, leave you craving for more, “your legs are beautiful, and it’d be great if I could see more, but only if you want to continue,” Yuta said as he played with the hem of your dress, lust in his eyes.

You nodded, slipping the dress off your body to reveal a pastel yellow laced set, Yuta’s favourite colour.

“Baby, you look so beautiful, and that colour, it matches your skin so well,  my favourite colour on my favourite person. Did you plan this?” Yuta asked, eyes wide in realisation, lips slightly crooked to the left, waiting to hear your answer.

“I was hoping,” you mumbled, shy from the fact that you just admitted that you had plans to do this tonight.

“You naughty girl, baby, but I really love the gesture, baby, thank you,” Yuta said calmly, but he was definitely losing it in his head.

“I’m glad you like it, though, I’m not as striking as Luna, for this department,” you said with a sad pout on your lips as you gestured around your breasts.

“Nonsense, she’s nothing compared to you,” Yuta said as he placed a quick kiss at the valley of your breasts, hands going to the back of your clasp, awaiting for your approval.

“You can take it off, Yuta,” but Yuta struggled with the clasp, so you reached back to unclasp it yourself, gracing Yuta with your bare breasts, his eyes fixated on the way they bounced as they were freed. You placed Yuta’s hands on your breasts, shuddering at how cold they were. Yuta immediately noticed, blowing air onto his palms to warm them up before touching you again.

Yuta rolled your nipples in between the pads of his fingers, eyes darting up to observe your face to check for any discomfort. Pleased when he heard a moan coming from you, he decided to take one into his mouth, sucking and leaving gentle bites on your nipple as his other hand travels down to touch your clothed heat, smiling when he felt how wet you are for him.

Your body arched into Yuta’s skilled touch as you tangled your fingers through Yuta’s hair, pushing his head down slightly to pick up the pace. When Yuta understood your silent pleading, he moved down, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach before taking off your panties, revealing the most sacred part of you to him.

Yuta gave himself five seconds to look, before diving into you, lapping up your juices, tongue dipping into your warm walls to taste more of that sweet nectar, a hand on your butt, groaning at the feeling of how full his hands feel with your flesh. Your thighs close around Yuta’s head in reaction to him slipping a finger into you, a cry of his name fell from your lips when he slipped in another finger, he started sucking on your engorged clit experimentally, trying to determine what you like, and the results were more than positive. Yuta opened his eyes to take in how you look, addicted to how you react to every touch, it’s your first time feeling this way so intensely, he just has to engrave this into his memory.

You could feel your high coming as the coil in your abdomen starts to tighten, you tried to push him away, embarrassed at the fact that he’d be tasting your release, but Yuta is a man on a mission, he pulls you closer, slipping in a third finger and curling all of them upwards, making you fall apart with a scream of his name as you feel electric shocks course through your body, letting Yuta ride out your high by thrusting his tongue into you slowly, satisfied that he finally had his fill. When he was done, he came back up with his chin dripping with your juices.

“I didn’t want to dirty your face,” you said as you try to wipe away the juices on his chin.

“You’re not dirty, I wanted to taste you so badly. How do you feel?” Yuta asked, hoping that you had enjoyed receiving the pleasure as much as he enjoyed giving it to you.

“Absolutely out of this world, I could’ve never felt that way on my own, thank you,” you complimented him sheepishly, your cheeks heating up.

“Don’t thank me yet, there’s more to what I had just given you,” Yuta said with a playful wink thrown your way.

“Show me,” you said, your hand cupping Yuta’s length over his boxers, surprised at how big he felt.

Yuta gently removed your hand and stood up, stripping off his boxers. He was definitely bigger than what you had expected, and way more beautiful than the ones you’ve seen in porn, you observe as your eyes take in his cock, his pretty red tip leaking tiny pearls of precum, standing tall against his defined abs, a sight to behold. You scooted to the edge of the bed, touching his cock, gently tracing the veins littered on the surface, before swiping your thumb over his tip, pumping his cock in your hand as you watched his reactions intently.

“How am I doing?”

“Good, too good. What do you watch in your free time, huh?” Yuta teased as he strokes your head when you take him in your mouth, sucking his dick like a lollipop, hollowing your cheeks, tasting the saltiness of his arousal on your tongue. When you were about to take his length deeper, Yuta pulled away.

“Next time, baby. I want you to be the focus tonight,” Yuta said with an assuring smile on his face, he is serious about what's going to happen, but he for sure, wants you to be in an easy going atmosphere, for you to just lay back to enjoy, and let him do all the work.

You nodded, laying down on the bed. Yuta climbed into bed and kissed you, tasting himself as he moved you higher, letting your head rest comfortably on your pillow.

“We can still stop if you want to, baby,” Yuta reminded you.

“I want this Yuta, I want my first time to be with you,” you reassured him once more.

“Okay,” Yuta said as he leaned back, biting his bottom lip as he slowly spreads your legs open, wrapping your legs around his waist, he gave your lips one last kiss of assurance before he positioned himself pushing in the tip, finally stretching you open as you whimpered his name. Yuta cradled your face in his hands as he pushed in further, whispering words of encouragement to you. You could feel Yuta filling you up like no toy had ever before, touching places that you didn’t know existed inside you, the stretch was quiet painful, but you held on, knowing that it’ll feel better soon. You didn’t know you had tears in your eyes until Yuta wiped them away with his thumb, asking you if you’d wish to continue. You nodded, and soon he stopped moving, finally bottoming out inside you.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m in. Tell me when you want to move, okay?” Yuta told you, his tone calming, not knowing what mindset you're in as of now.

Slowly, the pain faded away, slowly turning into pleasure, making you crave for more. You reached up and kissed Yuta who was touching your breasts, trying to distract you from the pain of the stretch.

“You can move now, Yuta.”

“You’re sure? I'll move only if you don’t feel any pain,” Yuta said, his voice firm, he doesn’t want to continue if you don't feel good.

“I’m sure, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” you said before Yuta nodded, silently registering your words.

Yuta moved out slowly before thrusting back in, making the two of you gasp at the sudden pleasure, the way he dragged out slowly allows you to feel every inch of his cock, making you dizzy from the pleasure clouding your mind, he continued with the slow pace he set, his hands holding yours as he buckled in deeper, moans of his name falling from your lips at the sudden shock of heightened pleasure, you enjoy the pace now, but you craved for more as you get addicted to the feeling.

“Faster, Yuta,” you begged breathlessly.

Yuta obliged, spreading your legs open to angle your hips higher, thrusting into you faster and harder, a scream of his name ripped from your lungs as you dug your fingers into Yuta’s arm, the sole anchor you had to reality as the pleasure fogs your mind, only Yuta on your mind. Your body arched into Yuta’s as his tip hits a particular spot inside you, making your toes curl.

Pride fills Yuta at your reaction, increasing the pace of his thrusts, making your kneels buckle from the foreign feeling of overwhelming pleasure. Yuta could feel your walls tighten around him, his breath staggering as his strokes start to get sloppy, the feeling of the familiar wave of his orgasm coming.

Yuta reached down to rub circles on your clit, your body writhing in pleasure as you came around him, the coil in your abdomen snapping as you unravelled around Yuta, pushing him over the edge from your constricting walls, a melodic moan of your name falling from his lips as he rides out both your highs, the feeling of both of your warm juices mixing together, fogging your minds in a euphoric haze.

When you felt Yuta’s warm spurts come to an end, he gently pulled out of you and gave you a loving kiss, before walking into the bathroom to retrieve a towel to clean up the mess, making you hiss when you felt the rough surface of the cloth on your sensitive lower parts.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’ll buy a softer towel tomorrow,” Yuta apologised before tossing the towel away, using the Kleenex on the nightstand instead, making sure the mess he made was gone before he tucked you under the blankets, cuddling next to you once he made sure you drank a glass of water, mumbling something about dehydration.

“Goodnight, baby, and thank you for letting me be your first.”

You hummed back a goodnight and slipped into slumber, Yuta smiling at how adorable you look, giving you a kiss on your nose before falling asleep in your warm embrace.

1st of November, 2021.

Yuta woke up to the smell of coffee, and your beautiful bare back facing him, sipping on your own cup of caffeine, looking out at the window behind your bed. Yuta took the cup in his hand, taking a sip at the energizing drink before joining you.

“What are you looking at?” Yuta asked, looking at the same view that he finds, a bore now.

“The leaves are turning orange now, I had always loved the autumn view,” you said as you stared at the park nearby.

You find the simple things beautiful, it’s your heart that's beautiful, Yuta wanted to tell you, but he didn’t, he didn't want to ruin the peaceful morning with your constant denial of his compliments.

“It is,” Yuta said as he kissed your cheek, his arm wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you closer to let you lean back onto him.

Yuta reached under the pillow and pulled out a velvet box, handing it to you.

“I was supposed to give this to you last night, for our one month anniversary, but I got a little distracted from your seductiveness,” Yuta said, teasing you about last night.

“Oh really? My seductiveness?” you whipped your head back to look at him with disbelief.

“Even stronger than any black magic known to mankind, come on, open it,” Yuta said, you shake your head at his cheesiness.

You pried open the box, revealing a silver necklace with one sole charm, the Japanese as well as Chinese character, 愛 .

“Love,” you muttered to yourself as you touched the word.

“愛 , it’s my new favourite word now, after I fell in love with you,” Yuta confessed, he's been wanting to tell you this for so long now.

You teared up at the meaning behind the necklace, putting it down on the bed before you enveloped Yuta in your embrace, saying thank you over and over again.

“You’re welcome, baby. I’m so glad you love it,” Yuta said as he steadied you on his lap.

“Of course I do, I love everything that you give me, Yuta,” you said without a doubt.

“How about my last name?” Yuta asked, not really joking.

“Don’t push it, Yuta… I’ll think about it in a few years,” you mused him, even though it was all too obvious.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Yuta reached for the necklace and clasped it at the back of your neck, the charm falling perfectly on your clavicle.

Your moment was however ruined by your front door swinging open, Yuta immediately covered you up with the thick blanket before slipping on a pair of sweats and a shirt, going out of the bedroom and closing the door.

“What are you doing here, Luna?” you heard him ask in a cold tone, as you listened by the door.

“Coming back to retrieve a file I left here, and is that sex hair I see? Can’t believe you’re fucking that prude,” you heard her snap back, it's not like she could find anything else to insult.

“Don’t you dare say that about my girlfriend. Get your stuff and leave now, and give me back the keys, you don’t belong here anymore.”

You heard Luna’s shrill laugh, before a clang of keys rang out against the counter, shuffling could be heard, before a slam of the front door.

You climbed back in bed, Yuta coming back in soon after.

“I’m so sorry about her, baby, I made such a mess,” Yuta said as he flopped on the bed, a shadow on his face.

“Hey, it’s not your fault. Who would’ve guessed she’d turn up to be someone like that? Don’t let her ruin our day, okay? How about we have a shower and have breakfast at coffee bean or something?” you suggested, trying to cheer Yuta up as you smoothed out the crease lines on his face.

“Shower together?” he asked, an excited look on his face.

“Just no funny business,” you warned, you tried to rearrange your expression to be serious, but you can't help but smile.

“Only serious business,” Yuta said with a laugh, carrying you into the shower.

Looks like the two of you were getting brunch instead of breakfast.

1st June, 2025.

You look around the packed boxes and the bare apartment, a sense of nostalgia settling in, fragments of the good and bad memories washing over you like age old wine.

“So this is it, huh?” Yuta asked as he packed up the last box, waiting for the movers to come.

“I guess.”

“At least our new condo’s bigger, you could finally have a library and a walk in closet. The view of the park there is beautiful as well, and we could shop easier there,” Yuta said, recalling that the city center was only two stops away by tube.

The new place you were moving in was at Seoul, both Yuta and you are starting jobs there, the internships proved worthy in the long run, scoring the two of you decent pay checks to own a place of your own.

“There goes the chapter of our college life,” you said wistfully, thinking back the days when you thought it’d never end.

“Thank you for making it memorable for me, love,” Yuta said as he fiddled the charm of the necklace he had given to you years ago.

“I love you, Yuta.”

“I love you too, baby. Let’s get going, the movers are here, we have to settle in quickly before my family visits remember?” Yuta reminded you.

You groaned at the thought of unpacking, but you know Yuta’s going to be there to help you and cheer you up when you’re tired. You did one last sweep of the room, looking forward to the new chapter of life you’re going to step into with no other than Nakamoto Yuta.

[subpar-ghoulfriend]

A Family Affair

Slasher AU CannibalFamily!EraserMicxReader

We’re going with the “strange family that lives outside of a small town” trope. After a few deliveries to the Aizawa household you get pulled in to an affair you never wanted to be a part of. 

Spooky season is upon us and I’ve already begun watching too many horror movies.  This fic will definitely be a two parter

Super Dark Content Warning!!! Literally do not read if you have any reservation and definitely no minors!

TW: cannibal themes, mentions of murder, mentions of corpse mutilation, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships

Part 2 is gonna include more of this and the smut

Growing up you were grateful for living in a small town. You didn't really relate to the coming-of-age stories told in the movies where the small town girl runs off to the big city for a whirlwind romance and a chance at some "big break." To you, small town life was more picturesque than any overcrowded city. You knew your neighbors, and watched a lot of their families grow and change throughout the years. A small town allows you to become a regular at several businesses, including the coffee shop and your favorite diner downtown. Going away to college was tough even though you didn't go far. The nearest city - a little over 40 miles away - had a great college with a program you were really interested in pursuing.

You went home every break and picked up delivery jobs at one of the local restaurants. It was winter break of your last year in college when you first delivered to the Aizawa residence. In all your years at the restaurant they never ordered delivery, one of the two men would always place an order for pick up. The thing about small town stereotypes is that small towns tend to self-impose said stereotypes. The Aizawa's were that family. The one that everyone whispered when they came to town and children would tell horror stories about during Halloween. They were the weird family that lived just past the outskirts of town.

You weren't entirely sure what either of the two men did. Everyone speculated that Mr. Aizawa was some sort of mountain-man-feral type and maybe did some mechanic work for the folks that tend to live in between towns. His husband, Mr. Yamada seemed like the stay at home trophy husband but you heard he did some sort of conspiracy podcast. They had children - reportedly, but no one has really met them - and other family members that live similarly further out into the middle of nowhere. The drive was absurdly long but they were loyal customers and the owners didn't want to turn their request down. Your boss handed you a chunk of bills to fill up your tank before heading out. That's no place you'd want to get stranded, he told you.

The paved road got worse the further you got from town. Forty-five minutes later you were pulling down the dirt road that led to the illuminated Aizawa home. A wall of cold air slammed in to you when you opened your car door and you grumbled about leaving your gloves at home. There was no doorbell, so knocked and did that awkward please-don't-let-me-freeze dance while you waited. Two unfamiliar faces opened the door, an apathetic looking teen and an adorable little girl. Must be their children. The older one called out for his dad before taking one of the bags you held and disappearing into the home. You looked down awkwardly and wave at the girl. She smiled shyly and reached out for the other bag.

"Are you sure?" You asked her, "It's a little heavy."

She nodded.

"Okay, but use two hands," You passed her the bag. "Oh jeez, you're strong. Don't tell your brother, but I think this is the heavier bag."

You smiled when she giggled and ran off.

Mr. Aizawa appeared in the door, "How much do we owe?"

He was just as terrifying up close and for a split second your mind went blank while your basic instincts were begging you go back to the car. He raised an eyebrow at you, looking irritated at your falter.

"Uh - forty-two."

He pulled counted out a chunk of bills and then you were off. You didn't even count the amount until you parked. Forty-two with a forty-dollar tip. They may be odd but apparently they're loaded. You didn't think much of it until the following week when you were heading back to their house with another delivery. You wished that they would order earlier but at least you could hope for another generous tip. You were taken aback when the little girl answered the door by herself, jumping up and down with excitement.

Was she old enough to answer the door by herself?

"Papa," She yelled. "The lady is here!"

She turned her attention back to you with a huge grin, "Shinsou got sore that you told me I'm the stronger one."

Before you could respond to her the other man, Mr. Yamada, bounced around the corner, "Eri, what have we told you about the door? Oh no, you must be freezing come stand inside while I go get your payment. Forty-two right?"

You wanted to protest, feeling uneasy in their entryway but the little girl tugged you by the delivery bags. So you stood there quietly while she ran back in forth so she could unload the delivery for you. Shinsou peered around the corner so you gave a small wave. Then it was just you and Eri once again. In the background you could hear Yamada asking his husband where the wallet went.

"I like your shirt," You smiled, trying to fill the silence.

"I wanted a Pegasus shirt but this was the only one my daddy could find."

"Well I think unicorns are pretty cool too."

You use to babysit for some of the families in town, no part of you could imagine doing that all the way out here.

The blonde rejoined you, giving you another lush payment. You heard the little girl whine about you leaving so quickly until her father appeased her by saying you'd be back.

Something about that rubbed you the wrong way; but you were back like clockwork the next week with their usual delivery. Once again you were brought inside while they went to get your payment. But on your fourth and what should have been your final delivery of the winter break you noticed something was off when you parked. Their truck was missing from its usual spot. Strange but they probably just moved it somewhere else on the property. You had become accustom Eri running to answer the door and telling you wait for her parents in the entrance of the house. You became suspicious after she had run back and forth to take the food to the kitchen.

"Eri, where are your parents? Or Shinsou?"

The little girl's response was nonchalant, "They had to go out, one of our cattle got out. But they gave me the money."

You stuffed the money into your jacket; payment was the issue here. In the back of your mind you though about how you never saw any cattle on your deliveries. A child her age shouldn’t be left alone.

"Oh, well, can I hang out with you while we wait for them to come back?"

The little girl lit up as she pulled you to the living room. There was a kid's movie playing on the TV and she had a coloring book out. Eri divide up her crayons and tore out a page for you to join her. You kept looking to the window, waiting for the truck to pull up.

Suddenly there was banging at the door, which elicited a cry from Eri. You reached into your pocket only finding the crumpled bills. Shit, your stomach dropped. You left your phone in your car. After all, this was just supposed to be a quick delivery. The noise stopped, only for a moment, before resuming.

"Eri, sweetie," You whispered to the stunned little girl. "Do your parents have a phone here?"

She shook her head.

A man’s voice tore through the door, "Let me in dammit, you have to let me in before they come back."

You held your finger to your lip, and Eri nodded, repeating the gesture. The living room light was on and you realized that if he came to the side of the house you'd be seen through the window, but turning out the light would draw attention. Maybe he was bluffing, maybe he didn't know if anyone was inside and turning off the light would signal your presence. You pointed to the kitchen, where the lights were off and the two of you tip toed to the safety of darkness.

"Eri, honey, can you go sit in the pantry for me and be really, really quiet? I'll be right out here and don't come out until I come to get you okay?"

She looked hesitant and tearful but you were surprised at her level of composure for a kid. Finally she complied. Once the pantry door was closed you began rummaging through the drawers, looking for something that could inflict the most damage. A meat tenderizer could work. The banging continued and you swore you hear wood beginning to splinter. Your grip tightened with every bang. Finally the door gave way and a man stumbled through the splintered wood. He stopped when he saw you holding the cleaver.

He was dirty, without shoes or a shirt and his skin was red from the cold.

You hoped your voice wouldn’t crack, "You need to leave-"

"Monsters, monsters," he blabbed. "They're gonna come back and we gotta go."

You decided to bluff, "Get out of here, I already called the cops."

"Good, good, good," He mumbled, “but we still gotta go. NOW."

There was one step forward from him, one step back from you.

"If you come near me, I'll make sure you don't get up," You warned. At the very least you had to keep him away from Eri. Even if that was all you could do.

There was a desperate look in his eyes; they darted from you to the keys hooked to your jeans, then back to the keys. Finally he smiled, "You have a car, man that's perfect. Listen I won't hurt you but we need to get in your damn car, now."

Sounds like something someone who wants to hurt me would say, you thought. Apparently you took too long to respond, the man lunged toward you and you tried to swing the meat tenderizer. The tool connected with his shoulder and he howled out in pain but still managed to wrestle you to the ground. The two of you struggled with each other and the man was yelling that you'd die if you didn't listen to him. You landed a weak hit to his jaw, splitting his lip. You even tried biting at him but he was persistent and struggling to get your keys. You were telling him he could have them that he just needed to let you go but he wasn't listening to you. Managing to grab his ear you had a flashback to the self-defense seminar you had to take in college, it should be easy to rip a human ear. So you pulled. Blood began to flow from the wound down his face and on to you. He got you off him before you got the whole ear by delivering a blow to your stomach. The air rushed from your body, is this what it means to get the wind knocked out of you?

There was a loud noise and fog lights flooded through the broken door. Then saw Shinsou and Aizawa pulling the man off you. You pushed yourself and back, clutching at your stomach. Your cheeks were wet. Were you crying or was that blood on your face? Probably both.

The trio wrangled the man outside where you heard more struggling, fighting, and groaning.

Eri.  You managed your way to the kitchen but realized you were covered in blood. Not wanting to traumatize the little girl any further you spoke through the door.

"Eri, can you stay there a little bit longer?"

"Can't I come out? I heard my daddies," She cried, tugging at your heartstrings.

"Not yet, okay? They're here and everything's okay, I'm gonna have them come get you okay?"

Thankfully, the door didn't open. As you shuffled toward the front door Mr. Yamada entered, wiping specks of blood off him.

You were shocked when he pulled you into a hug, "You're okay. Sho and Shinsou got everything under control. Where is Eri?"

You told him about her hiding spot and he sighed in relief and rushed to her.

The other two returned with bloodied knuckles that made your stomach churn.

"Yamada," The mountain man called, with his eyes scanning the home.

"Don't worry, Sho, I got Eri. She's fine. Our delivery girl is okay, she's got some bumps and bruises but she made the other guy look worse."

Aizawa ushered you to the couch, expecting your legs to give out at any moment.

"We need to call the police," You finally spoke.

Aizawa assured you he did. They were 45 minutes out but they'd work on getting here faster. Yamada brewed you a cup of tea, “for while we wait.” They finally calmed Eri down and Shinsou took her upstairs to get ready for bed. It felt weird for them to return to mundane evening routines so quickly after all that chaos, but maybe you were just the odd one out. Close to an hour later you were still waiting for the police to show up. Your tea was finished long ago and your nerves had calmed. You were even having trouble keeping your eyes open.

"You think they're almost here, babe" The blonde wondered, draping a throw blanket around your shoulders. "I'm sure she wants to this day to be over with."

---

It was still dark when you woke up. The blonde was fast asleep on the recliner next to you. The police must have come by now but there was no way you slept through the visit. Anxiety from earlier made it’s way back in to your chest. The clock read 4am; had they even called the police. All of the childhood rumors you heard came flooding back and you exited the house as quietly as you could, not realizing your keys were no longer with you.

When you made it outside you noticed dried blood on the ground, trailing toward what you assumed was their barn or storage shed. You were entranced. Looking back to the house, no one was awake; there was no movement, no light, just quiet. You shouldn’t follow the bloody trail, you shouldn't go near the shed; but your body moved on it's own accord and before you realized it you were at the doors. You gave a tug, expecting it to be locked, but the door swung open and inside you noticed the lock lay on the ground.

You should have turned around, got in your car, and drove away. Instead you stepped inside and found the bloody, broken body of the man who attacked you. There was a slight sway to the corpse that was hanging from a reinforced pillar. Nearly screaming your hand shot to cover your mouth.

You should've left.

You should've left.

You should've left.

Aizawa was watching you from the kitchen, cursing Hizashi for leaving the shed unlocked. His hand hovered over the secured cabinet drawer that stored a pistol. He wouldn't shoot you only scare you a bit. But you weren't running out in a panic. He didn't even hear you scream. Interesting. He went to join you, moving like any predator concealing it presence and leaving the gun safe untouched.

You should've left.

You should've left.

You finally came to your sense and whirled around only to run into your late night admirer. A terrified squeak escaped you as you jumped further into the confined space.

"Mr Aizawa! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have - I'm sorry."

He didn't look angry, although you wished he did. It would be better than the unsettling smile on his face.

"That's alright, I was heading out here anyway," He closed the door behind him and flicked on a dim light that lit up the room with shadows. "Can't leave it hanging for too long."

Your throat tightened, he stood between you and the only exit. If he noticed your terror there was no indication that he cared. He turned his back to you momentarily, rummaging through the clutter on the workbench. Now was the best chance you may get and you made a dash for the door. It was a futile attempt and part of you knew it but your nerves were ablaze with adrenaline and you were running on instinct not reason. There was a foreign tightness around your throat that kept you fighting to inhale. Struggling to breathe you didn’t even register the sharp pinch of a needle piercing your deltoid.

Aizawa pressed his nose to your hair, "Behave. Even if you get out of here, your tire has a flat, pesky nails tend to find their way on to the roads out here. A real shame."

He dragged you over to a chair across from the lifeless body cuffing both your wrists to the armrests. Stupid, stupid, he was grabbing out cuffs and I ran straight into him, you scolded yourself. You went to open your mouth and beg to be let go, but you were silenced.

"Keep it down or I'll have to find a way to keep you quiet."

Your heart was beating so hard it hurt. Once a friend said it was possible to die by fright, if that was true you wouldn't last much longer. Now that you were safely out of the way, Aizawa could make quick work dismembering the carcass. He donned his usual rubber apron and pulled back his hair. With his experience he could finish the job in less than two hours. Now was as good a time as ever for you to learn.

With a sigh he began his explanation and craft:

"Cannibalism has been around as long as we've existed: sacrificially, ceremonially, culturally, especially during times of plague, war, and famine. You can find documented accounts from pretty much every part of the world. And there's no one reason. Our family keeps it simple. We eat meat, animals are meat, and humans are animals. In times of famine and other hardships, this was a reliable food source. Of course now, there's not much of a risk for severe famine to effect people like us but it's tradition. This is how it's been for our family for years. And not just those of us around these parts but our relatives everywhere. It's important to keep old trades alive."

He paused, now splattered with blood, to take note of your dry heaving.

"Please," You gasped. "I just want to go -"

With narrowed eyes he continued:

"It's important for you to listen to our family history. Typically we don't reap a harvest until three weeks after the winter solstice and 3 weeks before the summer solstice. Twice a year is enough to get us by. Zashi and I are impressed that you managed to wrangle him in. Poetic in a way, don’t ’cha think? Consuming the flesh of someone who tried to overpower you. First reap of the harvest. Nice that it's a family affair."  

The room was spinning and you were fighting the sedative as hard as you could. There was no way any of this was real, maybe you were dreaming? Maybe you'd been knocked unconscious when that man rushed you. Or better yet, maybe you were asleep at home still. It was possible that this whole delivery fiasco was just a nightmare. Your stomach churned at the speech. There was sun peaking through the cracks in the wall by the time he finished separating the ... different sections. There was no more body, just pieces. You nodded off for a few minutes before being jolted awake by the door opening and letting in the bright morning light .

"Good morning, you two night owls," Hizashi beamed. Walking to his husband handing over a tall mug of coffee. He was completely unfazed by the scene he walked in on. In fact the only frown he made was when Aizawa said he put too much sweetener in the coffee.  "Anyways, grumpy pants, I called your sister. She's on her way to pick up Eri and Shinsou for a few days. To give us some time to focus on our little muse. Speaking of, I should go get her some water. Oh, plus we need to fix our door."

---

After you refused to drink anything they tried to give you they left you alone in the shed. The handcuffs were too tight for you to slip through and in your struggle you managed to topple the chair over, hitting the floor with painful slap. It was hard to ignore the buzzing of the flies swarming the space where the body once hung. You closed your eyes, your mind wandering to your family and what they would think when they realized you were missing.

Outside you heard a car pull up and were tempted to scream for someone to help you. Maybe it was the police; maybe someone realized you didn't go home last night and found out where your last delivery was. Your captors came out to greet whoever it was and you were glad you didn't yell, they sounded friendly. They were coming toward the shed but you were too defeated to react.

"Sho," Hizashi gasped, "She fell."

The response was sharp and sarcastic, "I hadn't noticed." He yanked you up with ease and the world was no longer side ways but the jolt paired with the exhaustion and drugs left the world spinning.

The woman must've been the sister they mentioned earlier. She squealed with delight, "Oh isn't she the cutest, lemme get a good look."

She resembled neither of the men and gave off cool-soccer-mom vibes. With a gentle grip on your chin she bore into your eyes.

"Please,” You begged, “I just want go home."

The sister didn't waiver, "Don't worry sweet thing, these two are gonna take such good care of you. Just relax and let them help you."

Help? You don't need help from them. You needed to get out of this hell.

"Okay," She bounced toward the exit, "Bring out my niece and nephew, we're gonna have a fun weekend. And take care of your girl, she looks like a keeper."

Finally you screamed in frustration. Brief, loud, and full of anger but it deflated just as quickly when the two men shot you a menacing look. How could all three of them show no display of empathy? You were again convinced this was an alternate reality when both children peaked their heads in to wave goodbye before they peeled away from the home, leaving you alone with Hizashi and Aizawa.

---

There was a hatch toward the back of the room where the two disappeared until they came back with a third body. They were dragging a woman up like a ragdoll and acidic bile burned your throat. If you had to guess you would say she was late middle age. It felt like they were setting a stage, Hizashi pulled you closer to where they stood while Aizawa managed to tie the woman down to the stained table.

"Why are you doing this," you cried. But they ignored you.

"Did you know there are people who pay for certain oddities and they’re willing to spend big bucks to get what they want? We keep whatever makes sense to eat and sell the rest. Ideally nothing goes to waste.”

The next hour and forty-seven minutes were excruciating. There were several “items” – as they referred to her body parts – that they removed while she was still alive; but finally Aizawa made the perfect incision along her thigh and a pomegranate wave gushed out. There was no way she would suffer much longer with this amount of blood loss.

"Please just let her die," You begged the universe. "Please let it end."

For the first time since starting they stepped back from the body, leaving it on the table to come over to you. Aizawa knelt before you and his bloody hand brushed hair from your face; his thumb rested on your lip and you couldn't even physically respond. Hizashi was behind him, rubbing his partner's shoulders.

"You're going to kill me?”  

Both men finally softened, coming down their endorphin high. There was something so satisfying about your question. Arousing, even. They made it clear that your life was up to them, which meant they had you where they needed you.

"Am I having a blonde moment? I don't recall saying we'd kill her."

Aizawa threw an incredulous look his way before addressing you, "We aren't going to kill you. We wouldn't've saved you from that terrible animal if that were the plan. We don't kill just anyone. We wanted to introduce you to our lifestyle and now’s the best chance. Eri’s wanted to keep you since day one, but if you can't behave that'll be an issue. Can you prove to us that you’re going to behave or do we have to get you down into the cellar?”

There was no other choice than to nod. Picking up a piece of the dissected woman Hizashi muttered something about starting dinner before telling his husband that you really need to get more rest. Aizawa agreed, and since it seemed like you were having trouble getting rest he decided to give you another little dose of medicine.

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YOOOO whattup? Welcome to the blog of tf2 shit, you can call me Demo or Tav, I rb tf2 stuff, as well as create content of my lovely tf2 ocs! Sooo

MEET THE BLUS!!

First up, Scout! The meanest (not actually) of the bunch. They’re basically your stereotypical teen lol, angry abt nothin always, mean for no reason, and is pretty petty. Though they do have a secret soft spot reserved only for Emm.

Second up is, Soldier! The obvious American lol. He’s crazy obsessed w war and his lovely boyfriend Devon, but when not around his honey, he really leans in to the strict General he’s always wanted to be.

Next is Pyro! Flames is def the second worst of the BLUs, nobody can ever read him. All I can say is his name fits him, as his anger is as strong as flames themselves.

Ohhhhh Devie! my fav lil man. One of the sweethearts among the BLUs. He’s got a big heart, a big smile, and a huge love for explosives, who loves taking care of others. In addition to his kindness, he will absolutely destroy you in the blink of an eye if he feels you’ve deserved it. Oh boy can he hold a grudge

The Heavy!! The main star if this blog! (Along w// Matéo) she’s back and nicer than ever, still bein the shy lil one she’s always been. But now with wrestling in her blood 😈

Engie!!!!! The final instalment of the kindness within the BLU team. Just like Devie however, she has a dark side, coming up with the most sinister plans for her enemies, and she will kill you if deemed necessary…

Medic… The ACTUAL worst of the BLUs. She’s cold, distant, and couldn’t care less abt anybody or anything around her. One wonders why she wanted to be a medic in the first place

The Sniper. Mystery Mann, mystery mannnnn, myyysteryyy mannnnn.

Spy. There’s only one thing you need to know abt him. He’s an A S S H O L E

Feel free to ask about em, since this is an ask blog lol, and enjoy the other content scattered around this blog lmao

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