#but i can't wait to see my old coworkers and catch up

[cowboycannibalism]

finishing up the season at Spirit these next few weeks and I'm torn between missing my team and ready to see my regular coworkers everyday again

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞・𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jude is your boss. You're his assistant. He deserately wants to take you out on a date but you don't want to.. maybe

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: boss! Jude x assistant! Reader(first person)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: coworker relationship, SMUT, intercourse(unprotected), a little bit of dirty talking, cursing

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: trying something different. idk but I love the way I wrote this tho

Enjoy

stacks of papers pilled up on my desk made me exhale loudly. I just got into work and this is what I'm faced with. Great.

I slung my purse to the floor and took a seat in my hard chair. As I opened my laptop the door in front of me opened up. Jude, my boss, walked out taking a look over at me.

He's been my boss for the past two months now. Ever since our old CEO stepped down, he has been filling in.

Jude wasn't a bad boss. He never yelled, he always made me feel comfortable, and allowed me to work at my own pace. but there was just one small issue with having him as my boss.

He's was so damn hot.

His face was like a Greek god. He was tall, He always looked amazing in whatever suit he wore, his hair and skin so perfect. Today was no different.

When he walked up to my desk, he looked at me with those pretty brown eyes and that amazing smirk of his. I subconsciously squeezed my legs shut. Thankfully he couldn't see it as I did so.

“Good morning Mr. Bellingham.”

I tore my eyes from his and looked down at the files in front of me.

“You got a lot to do.” he said to me. I laugh, looking up at him. “Yep. I noticed.”

“Ok well I'm going to let you get on to them. I'm going to take a few calls. Lemme know if you need anything.”

I nodded, smiling slightly at him. Jude turned back around heading back into his office. When the door shut I exhaled and leaned back into my chair.

-

It was now 5pm. The winter sun was now set leaving the outside world dark, but this office was sill open. I had answered several emails, took several calls and filled out several filles by now.

Jude was still very much in his office. I haven't seen him much today only because he was busy taking calls.

I got up walking to Jude's office. I knocked before opening the door. Jude was sitting at his desk in his white button up shirt, his suit top sitting on the back off his chair. When he noticed me he looked from whatever he was doing on his computer.

“Hi I just wanted to check in on you.”

Jude smiled at me and nodded. “Yeah I'm doing pretty good.”

“Ok well I finished everything, I'm going to head out. I'll catch you tomorrow.” As I was ready to Leave the doorway, Jude stopped me.

“Y/n.”

I turned back to him. “Yes?”

Jude motioned for me to come over to his desk which I did. I took a seat in the chair across from him. “yes?”

“I just want to ask you what you're doing tonight?”

He looked at me waiting for me to answer. I sat there confused. “Well I'm not doing anything. Just going home. Why are you asking?”

Jude tore his eyes from me. “I was thinking we could go to dinner.”

My heart was pounding in my chest as he said that. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Jude squeezed his lips together. It was an obvious yes.

“Yeah, but it doesn't have to.” Jude leaned back in his chair. “We can go as co workers.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “I don't know if that's a good idea. I mean.. you're my boss.”

Jude nodded. I can see the light leaving his eyes making me feel a little bit guilty.

“You're right. Well I'm not going to hold you for long. You can go.”

I stood up walking over out the door. I grabbed my things and walked to the elevator. As I waited for it to come to our floor my mind started to race. Did I really not want to go on a date with him? I mean he's my boss but still he's fucking hot and I can't deny I thought about him a lot over these past two months.

The elevator dinging pulled me away from my thoughts. I stepped in. My fingers hovered over the button.

Should I or should I not?

I groaned out a fuck and stepped out of the elevator. My heels clicked against the floor as I walked over to Jude's office.

I opened the door.

“Fine, I'll go on a date with you.”

Jude looked over at me, eyes wide. “you will?”

“Yes. But no one can know.”

Jude stood up. “Ok, nobody has to know.”

-

I was now sitting in Jude's car as he drove wherever he was going to take me. We haven't said a word since leaving the office. I was feel nervous but at the same time excited.

Jude pulled into a restaurant that looked extremely expensive.

“Ok we're here” Jude unbuckled his seatbelt. I did the same. Jude got out before me, walking to my side of the car and opened the door for me. I stepped out, muttering a small thank you.

We walked into the restaurant and got seated by one of the waitress.

“Wow this is nice.” I took a look around taking it all in.

“Yeah this is one of the best restaurants in town.” Jude smiling at me made my face heat up. It was such a beautiful sight. I quickly looked down at my menu and began to look at everything on there.

The waitress soon came to our table taking our orders. When they left Jude began to talk. “So what made you change your mind?”

I looked at him confused.

“Out with me.” he answered understanding my confusion.

“Oh right. I don't know.. I just thought why the hell not you know.” I laughed awkwardly mentally cursing myself.

“Well I'm happy you came. I've been dying to take you out.”

Before I could ask him to explain the waitress returned with our drinks. I smiled at her, muttering a thank you before she left again.

“You've been dying to take me out?”

Jude nodded. He stopped making eye contact with me as I can tell he was growing embarrassed. I smiled.

Yeah. Have you seen yourself. You're… fucking stunning.”

My cheeks heated up at his words. “Really?”

“Yes absolutely.” Jude reached over, grabbing my hand that was sitting on the table. Butterflies filled my stomach making me tear my eyes from his.

“No no look at me.”

I look back up at Jude. “you don't believe me?”

“Well nobody has ever told me that before so yeah I guess I don't.” I tilted my head to the side as I spoke. Jude hummed understanding. His hands burned into mines as he continued to hold them.

It wasn't long before our food came. We are and made small talk with one another. I'm very happy with the fact I decided to come out with Jude tonight.

When we walked back to his car, Jude's arms circled my waist. I smiled leaning into his side. Jude helped me back into the passengers seat before he got into the drivers seat.

We drove in a comfortable silence till Jude reached my apartment.

“Do you wanna come up? I have a bottle of wine I haven't opened yes.”

Jude nodded, unbuckling his seatbelt. I got out and Jude followed me up to my apartment.

I walked in to my apartment after unlocking the door, When the door shut behind Jude I turned to him. The way he was looking at me tells me he wasn't there for simply wine.

He stepped closer to me to the point his forehead was resting on mines. My heart thumped against my chest as our nose brushed.

“Can I kiss you?”

Just fucking do it already. “Yes you can.”

Jude didn't need to be told twice. His lips pressed against mines in a instant. I shut my eyes letting my lips sync with his. God his kissing was better than I imagined. I felt woozy right now.

His hands found my waist pulling me closer to his waist. I could feel something pressed against me.

“Are you hard?” I asked when I pulled. “What do you think?” Jude's lips found my neck. I smirk pushing him off of me. “follow me.”

I grab Jude's hand leading him to my bedroom. I kicked off my heels along the way. When we got to my room I pushed Jude onto the bed.

I climbed on top of him, my lips finding his instantly. A moan fell from my throat as our tongues collided with one anothers, fighting to explore each other's mouths.

I grind my hips against Jude's boner earning a groan from him. His hands found my waist and slowly started to guide me.

I clenched around nothing as I moved slowly against him. The feeling of his rough pants mixed with my thin panties made me pull away and bury my face into Jude's neck as a moan spilled from my lips.

“I need to be inside you so bad.” Jude whispered in my ear as he still guided me. I sat up and tugged off my shirt. My hands found Jude's suit pants. I tugged down the zipper. Jude helped me pull down his pants and then his boxers.

Now it was my turn; I pulled off my dress leaving me in my black laced bra and panties. Jude sat up slightly leaving kisses on top of my breast.

I bite my bottom lip as he inched closer and closer to where I wanted him to be.

Jude's hands reached around my back and he unclamped my bra allowing my breast to spill out. Instantly his mouth closed around my nipple right after his tongue lapped at the bud.

A crying moan fell from my lips. It's been a while since I had sex. My mind was all over the place in a good way. I needed this badly.

jude pulled away looking up at me.

“Are you sure you want to do this love? There's no going back after this?”

Yes I'm absolutely positivity sure I want to do this. “Yes I'm sure.”

“Ok take off your panties.”

I did as Jude said pulling off my panties that were now soaked. Here I was completely bare in front of him. I felt nervous but I didn't let him notice.

Jude pulled me back on top off him. He lined himself up with me and before he pushed into me he looked at me for permission. I nodded slight and then it was game over.

My eyes fell shut as he stretched me out going further and further. When I was sure he wasn't going any further and began to move my hips.

Slowly and slowly me and Jude became adjust to one another. Sinful words fell from our lips as we fucked.

“Fuck you're so tight,” Jude grunted out. He had a tight grip on my waist as he helped me ride him.

“Can't believe I've been missing out on this pussy this whole time.”

I shuttered at his words and looked into his pretty brown eyes. “I saved it just for you. Haven't fucked anyone in months.”

“Yeah?” Jude grabbed my face pulling my closer to his lips. I nodded, whimpering when a moan fell from my mouth.

Jude kissed me. He kissed me hard. He was so fucking intoxicating. I'm not sure I'm going to be over him after this. Not that I wanted to be.

I pulled away my head falling back. The tightens in my stomach was growing every time I slammed back down on him. his tip brushed at my g spot over and over again.

“You gonna cum?” I looked down at Jude and nodded. “Yes, I'm so close.”

Before I could even grasp what was happening Jude had flipped us over leaving me on my back. My legs now on his shoulder creating a new sense of pleasure.

I gasped when he pushed in me. Holy fuck.

Jude fucked me, like really fucked me. My moans filled the room and I prayed my neighbors didn't hear anything. The tingling in my stomach was so damn close to breaking at any moment.

“Yeah, you like that huh.”

I looked up at him looking at the cocky smirk on his face that made him ten times more attractive.

With one more thrust, my back arched off the bed as I came around him. I tried my best not to moan too loud but boy did I fail at that.

Jude wasn't far behind. He pulls out cumming ropes on my stomach.

I felt the bed beside me dip and a grunt from Jude's lips. I opened my shut eyes and looked over at him.

“Are you ok?” Jude nodded. “Yeah I'm good. Are you ok? I wasn't too rough was I?”

I shook my head with a smile. “no you were perfect.”

Jude returned the smile. He leaned over and kissed my lips. When he was finished he climbed out of bed. I was confused as he walked out of my room until I heard the faucet on in my bathroom. A few seconds later Jude returned with a towel to clean me up .

My past partners never did that for me. This was new and I fucking love it.

“So are you staying the night or are you leaving?” I asked once Jude was finished. I watched as he thought about it for a second before giving an answer.

“I'd kill to spend a night with you but unfortunately I have to leave.” He came up to my side of the bed and placed a kiss on my cheek. “But I'll see you tomorrow thought.”

I nodded. Of course he would. We work together.

I watched as Jude go dressed.

I walked him to the door and with one more kiss he was gone.

When I returned back to my bedroom I couldn't stop smiling to myself. I finally got to sleep with the man I've been dreaming about. Sure he was my boss but who the fuck cares. I was on cloud 9

That night I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

-

The next morning

I walked into the office with a pep in my step. After the night I had yesterday I couldn't help it.

When I reached my desk I noticed some roses on them. I picked them up grabbing the note on them and read it.

I hope you had an amazing night. We should do that more often

Your secret admirer

I laugh to myself, placing the flowers back down.

My heels clicked against the floor as I walked over to the door.

With a small knock I opened it.

“Mr. Bellingham.”

Jude leaned back against his chair, smiling at me.

"Ms. Y/l/n."

Man I'm fucked

[simplyraeblue]

King and Captive

(Hunter and Hunted Spin-Off) read here

modern au a chance meeting with Sukuna quickly turns into a nightly routine you can't escape. as the lines between game and something more blur, you start to wonder—how long can you keep playing, or will Sukuna make you his next conquest? !Sukuna x !femreader

chapter warnings/tags: MDNI, NSFW, swearing, use of "princess", "she/her" pronouns used, mentions of OG story, appearance of other characters, SMUT SMUT SMUT, p in v, creampie, unprotected, Sukuna is a changed man afterwards (but really?) A/N: the time has COME my friends (heh, pun). so sorry it took me forever to post, the holidays have been insane with travel, and I was soaking up every second with my long-distance BF. someone in the OG storyline had commented that Sukuna needed someone to match his freak... well, they were right. (• ᴗ -)

index part four | part six

part five word count : 4,588

every day since your first kiss with him, without fail, Sukuna appeared parked out front of your work waiting for you. you weren’t sure if the satisfaction you felt was from seeing him leaned against his bike, or if it was the reactions of the dickwads you worked with.

“are you sure that’s safe?”

“does he have a motorcycle license?”

“what’s up with all that ink?”

you just brushed them off, tossing your hair over your shoulder as you practically skipped over to your mysterious tattooed man before receiving a warm welcome in the form of a deep kiss on the lips. to make it worse for your coworkers, they definitely saw Sukuna slip his tongue in your mouth as he side-eyed them.

bunch of heathens, he thought to himself. he knew the comments they made behind your back, the peaks they took at your ass, even could guess that they thought of you when they had nothing but their hand to give them comfort. pathetic.

and yet, he’d made no move to take things further than a few heavy make out sessions. maybe he was the pathetic one.

but all that would be put to the test tonight.

“a party?” you asked, twirling the straw in your glass around and around while Sukuna smirked at you. of course, had taken you to your usual bar to treat you after work - just like he did almost every day.

“my brother asked me to come, said I was required to bring a guest.” Sukuna was only partly lying – Yuji had asked him to come but never mentioned anything about bringing someone. but he knew you’d be just fine.

“I don’t know, aren’t we a little… old to be going?” you teased lightly but truthfully, you’d already accepted the invitation in your mind. “bunch of college kids, drinking and dicking around?”

Sukuna’s shoulder shook with a booming laugh. “if there’s no dicking around, then it’s not a party, princess.”

you couldn’t help but pout as the thought of who would be there crossed your mind. did you dare ask him? risk bringing up a sore subject?

he’d told you about what happened last summer, one night when you both had a few too many glasses of wine. Sukuna swore that wine was his truth serum. so now you knew that his former – lover, ex girlfriend, fling? – was dating his half brother Choso.

curiosity gnawed at your bones. was she pretty? hot? drop dead fucking gorgeous? how did you compare?

a light tap of Sukuna’s finger to your temple snapped your from your anxiety spiral. “what’s going through your mind?” he asked softer than usual, the change in his demeanor catching you off guard.

no, you couldn’t let yourself drown in what-ifs. “let’s do it. I owe you one.” you told him with finality, face set in determination as you downed the rest of your drink in one go before standing from your seat and pulling your jacket on.

Sukuna was curious why your attitude towards the idea suddenly changed; you were dead quiet for a minute, brows furrowed and already thinking of something he would have loved to correct you on. most certainly about how you’d fit in. and yet you stood with confidence now, lips in a tight line and eyes locking with his.

god, he wanted to kiss you until he couldn’t breathe.

“owe me for what, princess?” Sukuna smiled at you, sharp canines flashing in doing so.

“for putting on a damn good show in front of my ex. it’s time I return the favor.”

oh.

-

this was a mistake. a big fat fucking mistake and you didn’t realize it until you were walking up to the front door with Sukuna. you fidgeted with your skirt, smoothed your hair, tried to make yourself at least look like you hadn’t just let Sukuna tongue fuck your mouth in the car just moments ago.

would anyone be able to tell that you were sexually frustrated and as tense as a stretched rubber band? god you should have told him to knock it off but you just couldn’t help it.

Sukuna knocked three times, alerting Yuji to his presence before opening the door ahead of any answer. this used to be his home, after all. before everyone and their mother decided to come and dry hump on the couch every night.

he’d seen Choso’s lights on as you both walked up, and he was sure that she’d be here - and he silently hoped that wouldn’t scare you away.

“hey, Sukuna’s here everybody!” you heard someone shout, followed by a few grumbles of fake enthusiasm. did everyone really look down on him that much?

his brother Yuji, or you assumed by the matching head of pink fluffy hair, practically bounded over and wrapped his arms around Sukuna. “I’m so glad you made it!” Yuji exclaimed with a wide, toothy grin.

“yeah, yeah, like you would’ve noticed my absence.” Sukuna teased before turning the tables on Yuji and enclosing an arm around his brother’s throat to roughly rub his knuckles across Yuji’s scalp. “don’t make a big deal okay? I’ve got someone I want you to meet.”

it was until then that Yuji noticed you, standing slightly behind Sukuna and smiling at the display - honestly surprised to see that side of Sukuna. “hi, I hope you don’t mind that I tagged along.” you bowed your head slightly, but a quick elbow from Sukuna had you straightening up.

“don’t do that, you don’t have to.” he corrected you with a smirk, and Yuji was having none of it.

your hands were quickly enclosed in his, and he bounced up and down with enthusiasm. “guys, Sukuna brought a girl with him!” Yuji yelled out behind him as he suddenly wrapped you in a hug too.

Sukuna rolled his eyes as he watched his little brother almost squeeze the life out of you. he half expected you to shrug it off, or push him away, but you were beaming. a grin stretched across your face and he felt his heart race wildly at the sight.

“woah, really? what, did you kidnap her or something?” a red-haired girl rushed around the corner, but when she saw you her jaw dropped. “holy fucking shit, she’s gorgeous!”

“that’s Nobara Kugisake, please ignore her for your own mental sanity.” Sukuna grumbled out an introduction, earning a sharp glare from Nobara before she also wrapped you up in a hug - joining Yuji seeing as he hadn’t even let go yet.

you were soon introduced to Megumi Fushiguro, Toge Inumaki, Yuta Okkotsu, and Maki Zenin. the only one out of four who showed an ounce of enthusiam was Inumaki, who extended his hand for you to shake.

you couldn’t help but wonder where -

“who’s your friend, Sukuna?” you turned at the voice, eyes catching on his other brother Choso standing at the bottom of the stairs, and then -

fucking hell. she was beautiful. like, “doesn’t have to try” beautiful.

and you were very, very aware of her eyes scanning over you, lips parted slightly in what looked to be surprise as she noted your presence. more specifically, Sukuna’s hand enclosed in yours.

Sukuna was quick to make introductions, not wanting to dwell on the fact that he had noticed how your demeanor shifted suddenly. he knew why, and he’d make sure to discuss it later, but for now he focused on wrapping an arm around your waist and keeping you at his side.

he didn’t want you to draw comparisons, but he could tell you were already doing so. your eyes followed her almost every where before you’d look down at your outfit, comb your fingers through your hair, or adjusted your posture.

to Sukuna, there was no fucking comparison. you were his and she was not.

but you couldn’t help it. you had wanted to know how - how had this one girl once had both Sukuna and Choso wrapped around her finger? and now after looking at her you knew. and you hated that she wasn’t hideous or bitchy. hated that you had yet to find anything negative about her.

the night dragged on, and so did your swirl of negative thoughts. Yuji was amazing, and Sukuna had been right that you two would get along. Choso was even very sweet, although still side eyeing Sukuna on occasion as if you couldn’t see.

once everyone was good and drunk, and things took a turn for the crazier side of a party, you were mentally checked out. Sukuna watched as you started to stare off into the distance, blinking a little too long and yawning into your elbow. you were getting sleepy, he knew it because you always looked the cutest when you were half awake.

“I think it’s time I get her back home. right, princess?” Sukuna pulled you closer to his side as everyone bid you goodnight, Yuji making sure to express repeatedly that you were always welcome. he didn’t miss the last long look you gave her from across the room.

you almost fell asleep on the ride back to your apartment, Sukuna’s warmth radiating off of him as your arms were wrapped around his torso. did you make a good first impression? did everyone like you, or hate you?

were you as pretty as her?

Sukuna had been fully intent on walking you to your door, and dropping you off like a gentleman. but manners be damned. as soon as you turned the key, and turned to look at him with big doe eyes, he was screwed.

“am I as pretty as her?” the question slipped from your lips before you could stop it, but you couldn’t help it. you had to know, otherwise you’d go crazy wondering about it.

but Sukuna didn’t respond, which made your stomach drop as he ushered you through your door before clicking it shut behind him. you almost took the silence as your answer, until suddenly your back was pressed up against the inside of your door and Sukuna had two hands firmly planted on either side of your head.

“don’t. don’t start making comparisons to her, because there is nothing to compare.” Sukuna growled lightly, chest heaving as he tried to keep a tight leash on his resolve to kiss you until you forgot all about it. “if you’re looking for something to set yourself apart - you’re mine. she’s not, and that’s that.”

“but-”

“no buts.” you were making it increasingly more difficult for him to control himself. what must he do to prove it to you? to chase away your negative thoughts and show you that you are the one he wants, exes and hookups be damned.

when you looked up at him again, he had one tiny, tiny shred left.

“then show me I’m yours.”

you were expecting him to laugh it off, to tell you that you were too tired or that he was going to be a gentleman. you were sick of that - fuck being a gentleman, you wanted him to fuck you.

but no, Sukuna took it as a challenge.

his lips crashed into yours, rough and unrestrained as his body pressed into you fervently. you tasted sweet, all he could think about as soon as he kissed you was how sweet you tasted and how he craved more. it made him wonder if you tasted just as sweet every where else.

the notion led him to start trailing rough kisses down your cheek, your jaw, onto your neck. peppered kisses mixed with nips of his teeth against your skin and you were already feeling hot. so fucking hot that it made you wonder what you’d set your thermostat to before you left.

you were so ablaze that you decided you needed your clothes off - now.

you started to lean into Sukuna, more and more until he started backing into your apartment with you in his arms, not allowing himself to breath and stuffing his face into your neck. he didn’t want to move or stop what he was doing, not until he was thoroughly drunk on your scent.

he backed up until he hit your bedroom door, reaching behind himself with one hand to open it and pull you inside with him. Sukuna’s lips returned to yours, nipping and tugging roughly at your bottom lip, causing you to moan out of your parted lips. he made note of how much he loved that sound, deciding to make sure he heard it throughout the night.

both of you tumbled back onto your bedspread, with Sukuna pinned under your body as you returned his needy kisses ten fold. he was warm and rough and sturdy and you ached for every bit of it. you went to bite his lip back, barely missing and catching his cheek again and his hips jolted in response.

Sukuna felt like a wild animal, and you seemingly matched his energy with your roaming hands and rough gentle teeth. if he knew how much you loved to bite he would have done this a hell of a lot sooner.

as your hands reached between your bodies and fumbled with his belt, Sukuna’s sank his canines into the exposed skin right between your neck and shoulder and hauled. hauled you to the side and rolled until you were firmly planted beneath him now, turning the tables.

he had to remind himself of where he was, who he was with, and what he intended to do with you. with permission.

“do you want to?” Sukuna’s voice came out broken and rough from lack of air due to your addictive kiss. his eyes scanned your face for any ounce of hesitation, but all he could find was your eyes half open as you smirked up at him.

“oh for fuck’s sake, I want you.” you murmured to answer him, reaching a hand up to rest on his cheek and smile at him.

and he melted on the spot. your warm touch, your smile, everything you were taking and giving right back to him made his heart thump wildly in his chest. if he didn’t know any better he thought you might be able to hear his pulse racing in the silence.

he didn’t let himself hesitate before his lips were on your skin again, now more gentle as he worked over your neck and jaw line. “tell me what you want. or don’t want.” Sukuna bit out that last part, trying desperately to remember how much progress he’d made in his journey to becoming a better man.

but dammit was it hard to be better right now when all he wanted to do was shove your face in the mattress and make you take his cock deep.

you hummed out soft praises as he worked his way down to your top, helping you rise and pull it over your shoulders, and soon after your pants followed to be discarded somewhere on the floor.

“how come I’m the first one that had to strip, and you’re still fully dressed?” you teased as you nipped at his exposed neck, pressing your tongue flat to lick a small stripe up the tattoo lining his shoulder.

Sukuna wanted to fire back, argue and tease until your cheeks were heated, but not right now. no, he made quick work of his own clothing, until the both of you were down to only your underwear.

and my oh my was Sukuna in nothing but boxers a sight to behold. you couldn’t help but ogle the growing mass straining in his underwear, twitching already as if it was begging to be freed.

“I knew it.” you gave him a smug grin as you stared right at his covered cock. “I knew you were big.”

Sukuna laughed, your blunt honesty taking him off guard but finding it hilarious nonetheless. “so, you’ve been thinking ‘bout my dick, have you?” he quipped before quickly smashing his lips to yours to halt any further remarks from your mouth. “how’d you like to see the real thing, princess?”

you nodded eagerly, hands already reaching for the waistband of his boxers and gulping as you felt him twitch at your touch. just by looking at it, even covered by fabric, you wondered if you’d be able to take it. would he even fucking fit?

your question was validated as soon as you slipped his boxers down past his knees and his cock was released.

the tip was already glistening with leaking pre-cum, his veins so prominent that your mouth went dry, and the thickness… god you really would be struggling to take him all in.

“your turn.” Sukuna grinned wickedly as he watched you stare at his cock. he could see the way you gulped at the sight, no doubt wracking your brain for an explanation of just how he could fit inside of you. “let me see you, pretty girl.”

his fingers danced along your panty line, feather-light touches sending chills up your spine as his knuckles brushed over your core.

“so wet already, hm?” he cooed as he let his middle knuckle press into your clit through the cloth. your back arched at the touch, and he sucked in a breath as he watched your mouth fall open from the littlest amount of pleasure.

without wasting any more time, he pulled your panties past you knees and off of your ankles - tossing them in his pile of clothes instead of yours. he’d be saving those for later, of course.

Sukuna had never felt himself go breathless at the sight of someone naked before. but now, every touch he gave and every noise from your lips had him shaking with anticipation.

you felt one of his fingers run through your wet folds, a groan escaping his lips at the feeling. “don’t be a tease.” you whined as you tried to scoot your hips into his touch. one of his hands firmly planted itself on your waist, pinning you in place to halt your desperate movements.

“just trying to get you ready, princess.” Sukuna explained before circling your clit, causing you to suck in a breath and grip the sheets a little tighter between your palms. “you said it yourself, it’s pretty big.

but you were impatient. you needed him right fucking now. “don’t care, I can take it.”

you can’t take it, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“don’t wanna hurt you.” Sukuna was trying so hard to be gentle, to fuck you the way you deserved but goddamn were you starting to make him crazy.

you looked him in the eye, pupils blown out with lust already, and smirked. “what are you, scared?” you teased, hoping that it would elicit the exact response you wanted.

and oh it did. he snapped, immediately pushing your legs up and back so that you knees met your chest to fold you up. Sukuna loved that you were smaller than him, pliable, easy to move around as he saw fit. if you were going to act like a brat then you could take it like a brat.

you moan at the first nudge of his tip in your entrance, his pre-cum mixing with your arousal as he teased so deliciously at your hole. he was baiting you to say something more. to talk back so that he could fuck the attitude out of you.

“you wanna rethink your cockiness now, sweet girl?” he bit out the words as he restrained himself from sheathing his cock to the hilt in one go. fuck he wanted to bury himself within you and watch as you fell apart. “I can feel your tight cunt already startin’ to stretch.”

it was a divine mixture of pain and pleasure to feel him slowly ease in, the tip of his dick now pushing past the first ring and sliding into your cunt. but it wasn’t enough for you.

“more, pl - please, give me more.” you groaned while reaching up to claw at his pecs. “just - ah - fuck me already dammit.”

“if you say so.” a grin spread across Sukuna’s face before he jolted his hips forward, bullying past your tight walls as fast as you could physically allow him until he was firmly planted deep inside of you.

you cried out, borderline screamed, at the stretch and burn of his huge dick molding you to his desire. oh it was so so good. you had never felt anything like it - you felt completely stuffed.

Sukuna but his lip so hard that he tasted copper as your walls clenched around him. “fuck you’re so - ngh - tight princess.” he pressed a hand across your abdomen, finding that sweet spot where he could feel his tip under your skin, almost buried within your cervix, or even past that. “takin’ me so well, feel s’ good.”

“holy shit, holy fucking shit.” a whine escaped you when you sucked in a breath. you dared to open your eyes from being clenched to see Sukuna hovering above you, completely still as if he couldn’t risk making another move.

and sure enough, his hand lifted to rest on your cheek, eyes boring into yours as he searched your expression. “you okay?” Sukuna bit out, resisting the urge to move his hips even the slightest.

“s’ good, Sukuna. ‘m okay.”

he watched as the tension left your body and your gaze softened as you looked at him. with your cheeks already flushed, Sukuna thought he was the luckiest guy in the world to see you like this. “Ryomen. if I’m inside you, start calling me Ryomen.” he blurted before he could stop himself. not that he regretted it.

the corners of your mouth turned up, and if your heart wasn’t already racing it sure was now. “now, can we continue, Ryo?”

he was so fucking screwed.

“anything for you, princess.”

and so were you.

literally.

one roll of Sukuna’s hips, even slight, had you clawing at his shoulders. you felt like you were floating and being suffocated all at once, and he fared no better. he didn’t know it could feel like this, like it was… well, he didn’t know what, but it was fucking better than anything else.

his head dipped into your shoulder, sinking his teeth into your skin and groaning into the bite. you swear you felt full body chills as his hands continued to roam your body as his cock destroyed your cunt.

with each gentle thrust, Sukuna became more and more confident with your responses, and started to pick up his pace with ferocity. honestly, if he didn’t, he was going cum sooner than you and he couldn’t have that. “god, you feel s’ fucking good. can’t believe we haven’t done this sooner.” he cursed under his breath at one particularly brutal thrust that had your walls clenching around him even more than they already were.

“well – shit – you had to earn it.” even in your messed up state you stilled toyed with him, watching as he smirked back at your attitude before reaching a hand down between the two of your bodies. his fingers brushed against your clit, feather light and teasing, but it still sent shockwaves through you. “ah don’t be a fucking tease, Ryo. I’m sure you know better – fuck!”

a harsh pinch to the clit had you shutting your mouth, or at least moaning so loud it interrupted your sarcasm, and Sukuna grinned devilishly. “what were y’ sayin’?” he chided as he pinched the sensitive nub again, delighted to watch as your body heaved in reaction.

“fuck, ‘m sorry, just don’t stop!” your nails dug into the muscle of his bicep, desperately trying to keep it pinned in place so that he would continue to work his magic with his hand. “please, please keep going!”

Sukuna obliged, now circling your clit as his cock shoved harder inside of you – in out in out – at an almost inhuman pace. his hand gripped your hip so tightly you were sure there would be bruises from where he tried to keep you still while he fucked you senseless. you were so beautiful to look at that Sukuna couldn’t look way, eyes screwed shut and mouth wide open to release your honeyed moans, cunt sucking him in with each thrust.

when he felt your walls pulse and tighten, he knew you were close. and he prided himself in the knowledge that it was him getting you there. “you gonna cum, princess? all over my dick?” as you nodded fervently, he swept in and crashed his lips to yours, slipping his tongue inside your mouth and swallowing your moans as your release came crashing over you.

your cunt became like a vice, squeezing him to death as your body spasmed beneath him. the tightly wound band inside Sukuna’s abdomen was holding on by a single string, but he pulled away to watch you come undone.

“Ryo, please, want y’ to fill me up.” and fuck if he was going to argue with you. Sukuna slid both arms behind your back, wrapping around you to hold you still while his hips thrusted even harsher and faster than before, chasing his own high.

“say my name, princess. I’m gonna – ah shit – gonna cum. wanna cum inside this perfect pussy.” Sukuna was babbling at this point, and if he had any sense he’d hate himself for it but with a cunt this warm and good he couldn’t stop.

“fuck, Ryo!” you scratched your nails down his back harshly, pushing him off the edge. he let out a low, guttural groan as you felt him twitch inside of you, before you felt the warmth of his cum coating your walls and spilling out of you with the force of it.

once his balls started to ache, Sukuna pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to you. “holy shit.” he panted, wiping the sweat from his forehead and pushing his hair back. “that was –”

“– fucking phenomenal.” you finished for him, a cheesy grin spreading across your face as you started to chuckle. “hell, I think you enjoyed yourself more than me.”

“did not.” Sukuna growled lightly but you didn’t miss the corner of his mouth twitch upwards.

“did too. gonna have you pussy whipped now, right?”

you were only teasing, but when he glanced your way, his pupils were so dilated that his eyes looked nearly black. he gave your shoulder a playful shove, a loud laugh spilling from his lips. “maybe,” he said with a grin, “just maybe.”

you’d count that as a win.

before you could fire back another quip, Sukuna slid an arm around your waist, tugging you closer in one smooth motion.

“c’mere,” he murmured, the warmth in his voice betraying how much he enjoyed seeing you flustered.

his free hand guided you until you were nestled comfortably against him, the steady rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a sense of calm. it felt surprisingly natural—his larger frame, the solid press of his body, and the low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated through you when he realized you weren’t resisting.

“just maybe, huh?” you teased again, your cheek pressed to his shoulder.

he let out a soft snort, tightening his hold as if you might slip away. “shut up,” he grumbled good-naturedly, but the way his hand splayed against your back was anything but irritated.

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It would be so cool if you could write a venture x reader where Y/N is too nervous to speak to Venture so Mercy wingmans for them‼️

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Venture (Overwatch) x GN reader

Authors note!; super cute request!!! Did I tell u guys I'm a mercy main…. DISGUSTING I KNOW!! But I also main Ana so it cancels out… also tbh there’s a lot of requests that I haven’t gotten to *YET* simply bc idk how to go about them :( but this one came to me rlly easily !! Ty!!! also finished this whole thing while listening to phantom of the opera on repeat for 2 hours (i need 2 write a moira fic omg...) UPDATE: HELLO??? THE MERCY MYTHIC? okok ill stfu now sry!!

Earlier today, you were dragged to a work party by your colleague and guardian angel, Angela Ziegler. You begged her to let you stay home, but she refused, saying she wouldn't be able to go without you since you were the only coworker she actually enjoyed spending time with. And so, being the amazing friend you are, of course, you agreed to go to keep her company!... Just kidding!

Angela knew you too well. Once she mentioned that the cutie from the Wayfinder Society was attending, you did a complete 180, now asking her what you should wear. She couldn't help but laugh at your reaction, amused at how predictable you were when it came to romance.

Sloane Cameron, also known as Venture, also known as the cutie from the Wayfinder Society, had quickly captured your attention ever since you first met them a couple of months ago when the Wayfinder Society was adopted by Overwatch as a sub-branch. Being the head anthropologist for Overwatch led you to spending a good amount of time with Venture and their team. Granted, it was just work and sharing data and all that, but you couldn't help but find them super intriguing. They were funny, lively, and so passionate about their work! But as badly as you wanted to get to know them, you just couldn't. Their confidence was a blessing and a curse, being the cause of why you liked them and the cause of why you were so terrified of talking to them.

Every week or so, you and Angela meet up at the cafeteria at Overwatch's headquarters to catch up while drinking your morning coffee/tea/whatever, which you of course just use as time to gush about your overwhelming crush on your new coworker. But last week... last week, you had decided enough was enough. You made a promise to Angela that by next week, you would at least ask them if they'd want to hang out outside of work. Feeling pumped and confident, you had excitedly gotten all dolled up for the party.

And now, here you were. The party was in an old Victorian mansion with lots of expensive art and chandeliers, nothing less for Overwatch, of course. The first time you had attended a work party, you were extremely underdressed, assuming it was a casual get-together, not at all expecting it to be an elegant and serious "ball" like party. You cringed at the memory before Angela snapped you out of it, handing you a glass of champagne.

"So? Is today the day?" she questions as she leans against the back wall you had been standing next to.

"I don't know, Angela..." you whined as you not so discreetly stared at them from across the room.

It was the first time you had seen them in formal attire, and you couldn’t help but admire how they looked good in everything.

"Go ask them to dance!" She suggested happily.

"What!? No way! I can't dance, especially not with them!"

“Oh, don't give me that! The worst they could say is no."

"'No' is definitely not the worst they could say. They could say 'get away from me' or 'why are you talking to me about something other than rocks' or 'your foundation doesn't match your neck.. and no I would rather drop dead than dance with you'."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm serious!- Wait!! Did you see that? They smiled at the new rookie! What if they like her!? What if they came here together!? What if they're dating!? Married!!? Oh my god, and now they're chatting it up with Tiff from communications! They're laughing, what's so funny!?"

"You have got to be kidding me..."

"Right!? She's not even funnier than me..."

Catching you off guard, Angela grips your shoulders, forcing you to face her.

"Shut up," she says sternly, fighting off the urge to smack you in the face. "Just ask them. You'll never know until you do... And if you don't, I owe that infuriating geneticist twenty bucks..." She murmurs the last part to herself angrily.

"Y'know what? You're right!"

You quickly finish the glass of champagne, putting it on the table next to you. Feeling encouraged by your friend, you take a deep breath before marching towards Venture... right before turning your heel and marching straight back to Angela.

"I feel like I'm gonna throw up..."

"You haven't even said anything!!!"

After a bit of back and forth, Angela is fed up and tells you that if you weren't going to do anything about it, then she will.

As she makes her way towards Venture, you whisper yell at her, begging her to come back and let you give it another try. But knowing you, she decides to ignore your desperate pleas as she continues to happily strut towards them.

From the distance, you can't make out what they're talking about, and it's driving you nuts. Angela's back is facing you, but Venture's face lights up, so you decide to take that as a good sign. And just as you start to smile... Angela turns around and points at you.

You freeze in place for what felt like a year before your eyes focus again. Venture is grinning as they wave to you, and Angela uses her hand to call you over. You force a wide smile (not aware of how crazy you look) as you timidly walk up to the two of them.

"Y/N! I was just mentioning to our sweet Cameron over here how you love to dance! They've never been to a party like this, isn't that crazy!"

"Yeah!! Wayfinder never had the funding by itself to afford something like this! I've never really had a reason to learn how to dance, so I have no clue; was hoping you could teach me!?"

"Me? Oh, sorry! I don't know how to dance!"

"But... Dr. Ziegler just said.."

"I know! Poor little Angie... ever since her last birthday, her memory has been terrible!! Must've confused me with Lena!"

You could feel the death glare Angela was giving you, but you continued to smile innocently at them.

"Well... I guess this would be a good opportunity for us to learn, don't ‘cha think?" Of course. Of course, they would somehow find a solution to your excuse.

"Great idea!!" Angela claps her hands together happily. "Why don't you two head to the dance floor? You'll only learn from experience!"

"I agree!"

Before you can say anything, you're dragged by the hand of a very excited Venture, and although your palms are sweaty and your head is spinning, you can't help but feel so much excitement.

. . .

And so as the dancefloor clears and the two of you are making your way out to the gardens, you spot a grinning Angela and a scowling Moira putting away her wallet.

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Her Closet

(Daichi Sawamura)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Etcetera.art]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 3,359

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

I fully believe Daichi's wife would call Sugawara by his first name

I also believe Daichi would never get out of the habit of calling him Suga

Daichi is a bit of a horn-dog in the second part :)

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     The door to the station swings open, the old metal squeaking from the movement and catching my attention. I can't see the entrance from my desk, but I sure can hear my sunshine of a wife's laugh, along with my coworker at the front yelling that "Sawamura's old lady is here".

I try my best to keep my smile reasonable but I can't help the huge grin that starts to spread across my face as I approach the front. The whole walk-up is filled with teasing from the other officers but I don't mind, especially when my Sunshine is still giggling at the soft teasing she's receiving. By the time I'm shouldering the door open, my cheeks sting from how big my smile is.

     The door easily gives in, being pushed open just enough for me to peak out. My grin somehow grows at the sight of Sunshine, seeing her swimming in my hoodie and making my heart flutter. It's my work hoodie, MPPF in bold letters over her chest, an outline of a badge in the middle of her stomach, and Miyagi Prefecture Police Force in small letters below it. I know our pledge is stamped into the back of it without having to look.

     "You know those hoodies are for officers only, I could give you a ticket for impersonating," the guy at the desk teases, making my Sunshine laugh again as she shakes her head.

     "I assure you I have impersonated an officer in a lot worse ways than this," she jokes, quickly rushing my thoughts back to the last costume party Asahi hosted. My Sunshine sure did impersonate an office, in a lot worse ways, but I enjoyed every second of it.

     "Sunshine," I quickly call, trying to blink away the memories of the 'after party' we had together.

     "Officer Sawamura," she teases, her eyes and smile pointed at me now. "I was out and about so I grabbed you lunch," she tells me, holding up a take-out bag.

     "Thank you," I mutter, pushing the door open the rest of the way before motioning her forward. "I appreciate it," I add when she gets closer, taking a moment to kiss her cheek as she walks past.

Wolf whistles, pickup lines, and compliments are shot at her by the station as we make our way back to my desk. The light-hearted play only makes me shake my head, giddiness filling my chest the whole of the short walk.

When we get to my desk, I take a moment to pull out one of the chairs from their opposite spot across from mine. Instinctively my hand goes out, waiting for my Sunshine to take it so I can help ease her into the chair. As expected, her hand finds mine, gently holding it as she sinks into the cushions. I keep a hold of her as I push her in, pecking her hand before letting it go.

"Oh, oh, oh, we have a gentleman amongst us men," my senior partner teases, a smug grin on his face as he pokes at me.

"Seems like Officer Sawamura's old lady has him by the balls," one of the younger officers adds.

I ignore the eruption of teasing that follows, sliding across the desk to settle in my chair. "I got you a sandwich," my Sunshine starts the unneeded explanation, slowly unpacking my lunch for me. "And a bag of chips, of course, and a water bottle which I probably didn't need to get but I did anyway."

"Thank you," I repeat, leaning forward to start unwrapping my sandwich. "You didn't get yourself anything?" I ask, looking at her for an answer as I start raising my sandwich to eat. Thoughts of telling her I'm too full to eat my chips are already brewing in the back of my mind.

"I ate while I was out with the girls. There was a sale on those energy drinks you like so I made sure to stock up on them. Oh! And I got new curtains for the kitchen window if you could hang those when you get the chance," she rattles on, moving in her seat to curl up in a lazy, comfy ball.

I swear, everything about this moment makes me fall in love with her all over again. Her mind always thinking about what she can do for others, more specifically me. I could listen to her voice all day long. Plus her excitement over such mundane things is adorable. Add on her inability to sit in a chair like a normal person and I'm back to being the lovestruck high schooler I was when I met her.

"I'll add it to my to-do list," I tell her before taking another bite of my sandwich. If she hadn't caught lunch with her little housewife group I would have given her my chips in a heartbeat, but I'm excited I get to enjoy them myself.

"Whipped," another officer teases, covering up the word with a fake cough. Again, the comment rolls off of me. I don't mind the teasing or the 'hot wife' jokes because I know it's true. I am whipped, at her mercy, willing to do anything she asks.

I also know my Sunshine is a beautiful woman, one who's swimming in my hoodie. It's my hoodie string she's twirling. My hoodie that her hand is shoved under to rest on her stomach. My hoodie she's going to nap in once she gets home. My hoodie everyone has seen her in today, and finally, my hoodie she's going to be wearing when I get my pay back for her costume party reminder.

Seeing her wearing my clothes always brings me back to high school, specifically the first game I invited her to. My Sunshine went all out, tacky but cute pom-poms waving around from the bleachers, tinsel tied into her hair, and my alternate jersey wrapping her fully in orange. We lost, no surprise there seeing how the team didn't start winning any games until my third year, but I was still prideful seeing her so excited to watch me play.

Getting to see my Sunshine support my career brings me the same kind of pride. Seeing her in my work hoodie, at work events, and hearing her say 'My husband, Officer Sawamura,' are the signs in my life that I made it.

     "Koshi called this morning," she utters, eyeing my chip bag. So much for enjoying them myself.

     "Ya? What did you two talk about?" I ask, popping the bag open before giving it to her.

     My Sunshine's eyes lighten up at the gesture, happily taking the chips from me. "He said he's going to go watch the Sendai Frogs play tonight and asked if we were coming too. I told him I'd talk to you and call back with an answer," she explains, slightly shifting in her chair as she eats. It's cute that she squirms when she's enjoying a snack; it's even cuter that she doesn't notice it most of the time.

     "Where's their game at?"

     "Koshi just said it was a home game so I don't know. I can text him and ask," she mumbles, tilting the bag toward me.

     "Their team is stationed here in Miyagi. You can tell Suga we're going," I answer for her, saving my old setter a question. I take a chip from the bag as well, enjoying the excitement melting into her eyes. My Sunshine doesn't know much about volleyball - or any sport, really - but she 'enjoys the environment of a game' which is good enough for the both of us.

     "I'll have to call him back and tell him then. I'll have to go through my - "

     "Our," I interrupt, shaking my head at her excitement.

     "My closet. My clothes are my clothes. Your clothes are my clothes too," she 'corrects' me without missing a beat. Again, I shake my head, this time because I guess my Sunshine is right; she wears my clothes more than I do, so it's her closet. "Anyway, I have to figure out something to wear. It's a volleyball game, right? Koshi invited us to a volleyball game?"

     "Ya," I hum, throwing my trash away before settling back in my chair. My elbow is propped up, my head on my fist as I admire my beautiful wife. The way her hair bounces and catches the sun as she talks, the sparkle of joy in her eyes, and her curled up form on the chair, my hoodie big enough for her to tuck her knees under it in her new position.

     "Oh, good! Do I get to see another one of your old teammates play this time?" My Sunshine asks, sparkly eyes caught on me, her beautiful hair water fully over her knees because of her head resting on her knees now.

     "Tsukishima plays for Sendai," I answer, letting my eyes fall closed for a second. I have four more hours of work, I can't get caught up in my Sunshine's... well, sunshine.

     "Which one is he? I don't remember."

     Slowly, I let my eyes peel open again, her smile being the first thing to catch my attention. "Tall, thin, blonde, glasses," I mutter, glancing around the station. My work mind set is ruined for the day.

     She explodes in a ball of excitement, feet back on the ground as she gushes over my old teammate. "Now I remember! He was one of your baby crows. It was always so fun bantering with him. Always so quick to have a smart mouth."

     I nod my head in agreement, eyes back closed as I run through the information on my newest case, trying to push out everything having to do with my Sunshine.

Lips against mine pull me out of my thoughts, eyes instantly snapping up to be met with her leaning over the desk. She pulls away, a loose smile back on her lips. "I should get going. You have work to do and your partner is itching to talk to you. I'll send you a picture of the outfit I choose. Bye, baby!" My Sunshine chirps, pecking my lips again before she almost skips out of the station.

"'Bye baby'," some of the guys repeat, voices pitched and teasing. Others make kissy noises for a few minutes before it all melts into soft laughter. Despite the joking, all I can think about is what cute outfit my Sunshine is going to pick.

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     My footsteps thunder as I race down the block, my watch weighing on my wrist a constant reminder of the time crunch I'm under. Why does the Sendai's match have to start so soon after my shift? Why did my Sunshine have to find my old jersey? Why does she have to wear it to the match? Why did she have to send me a picture of herself in it?

It's been killing me the past few hours, knowing what she's wearing. Knowing she's alone at home. Knowing I have to wait to see her in it. Enjoy her in it. It's been years since she's worn it. Dear lord did all the 'comforting' after my matches and the victory 'celebration' of my third year come rushing back. All because she had to find it hidden away in our closet. In her closet.

     I don't slow down when our house comes into view, if anything I move faster to get inside as soon as possible. When I get to the porch, I struggle with the doorknob for a moment, unable to get it open.

     I can't help the excitement that bubbles in my chest when I do finally manage to get the door open. "My Sunshine?" I yell once I'm through the door, wrestling to kick off my shoes and undo my work vest.

     "Welcome home," she greets, her head poking out from the sitting room. "How was work?"

     "Fine, good, great, work," I mutter, my eyes snagging on the parts of my jersey I can see.

     Sunshine fully rounds the corner, giving me a full view of my clothes on her. The sight makes my hands fumble worse, making it seem impossible to snap my work belt off. "Calm down, baby. It's not going to hurt anyone if we're a few minutes late," she coos, settling in front of me before she helps to snap my belt off. "Guess what? Koshi invited - "

     I cut her off, burying my hand in her hair to pull her into a kiss. A soft him escapes her because of my sudden nice, but the surprise washed away soon after. My Sunshine's hands settle on my chest as she joins the kiss, adding a bit of pressure to counter mine.

     As our kiss carries on, my free hand works on unbuttoning my shirt, fully prepared to leave it on the growing pile of work clothes on the ground. My Sunshine pulls away, sucking in a breath before opening her mouth to speak again. "Daichi, Koshi and - "

     Again, I cut her off, taking a step forward to kiss her. This time she kisses me back right away, gripping the open flaps of my shirt as I finish undoing the last few buttons. "You look beautiful," I murmur when we part, my lips falling to kiss along her jaw as I shrug my shirt off.

     "Thank you, baby, but we have plans and your friends - "

     "I know, it'll be fine. You said it yourself it's not going to hurt if we're a few minutes late," I interrupt, letting my hands start slithering under her shirt. "You look amazing," I repeat, slowly guiding us down the hallway, toward the sitting room.

     "Will you let talk?" She giggles, her arms around my neck now as her body arches in response to my feathery touches.

     "Go ahead," I hum, letting one hand rest on top of her bra, gently squeezing the material and her breast. My other hand starts sliding backward, soaking in as much of my Sunshine's soft skin as it can during its trip towards her ass. I've made quick work of kissing her, slowing down as I start trailing over the dip from her jaw to her neck.

     My mind is a bit preoccupied, set on touching every inch of her and continuing to lead her towards the couch so I can enjoy my beautiful Sunshine and relive some memories from my volleyball days. "Koshi brought Ennoshita to watch the game with us. They got here like ten minutes ago and have been waiting with me for you to get home."

     My mind is no longer preoccupied. My head snaps up, pulling my lips off my wife, so I can scan the room. As promised, Suga and Ennoshita are sitting on the couch, my best friend looking amused and my old underling looking shocked. "Guys," I mutter, after forcing out an awkward cough. I help my Sunshine stand up straight again, fixing my jersey before letting her go. "I was not expecting you."

     "I can see that," Suga teases, a huge grin on his face.

     "I texted you," Ennoshita mutters softly, barely loud enough to hear. He waves his phone around, our messages open as proof. "Apparently you didn't get it."

     "I probably did," I murmur, scratching the back of my head as I look away from my friends. My eyes settle on my Sunshine. Her teeth are messing with her bottom lip, cheeks fleshed as she looks at the wall. "I'm going to go change. I'll be right back," I grumble, pecking her cheek before I walk out of the room.

     "I'm surprised you're not taking your wife with you!" Suga yells after me, a chuckle following his teasing. Sunshine scolds him, the sound of her lecture being cut off when I close our bedroom door.

     I lean against the closed door, hands jumping up to my face as if they could rub the embarrassment off. When my hands fall away, my eyes end up landing on our - her - closet. As expected, clothes are littered around the room, my Sunshine's inability to decide on an outfit being evident. "I can't believe I did that," I whisper to the emptiness, shaking my head before I jump into action. I need to change so we can get going. My Sunshine, me, and our friends I just embarrassed us in front of.

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     "Tsuki!" Yamaguchi and my Sunshine both scream, the two of them leaning over the rails as they cheer for him. Suga and I both shake our heads at them.

Yamaguchi notices the joking disapproval, his cheeks fleshing as easily as they did in high school. My Sunshine doesn't though, she's in her universe, shaking the green and yellow pom poms she bought as she cheers for the middle blocker.

I love seeing her at games. Seeing her so energized, so excited, so happy to support someone she knows. I haven't decided what I enjoy more; having her cheer for me or getting to watch her cheer for someone else. Probably the latter, since I get to enjoy it instead of having to focus on the game I'm playing.

"Baby!" She chirps, lunging at me. Her hands land on my knees, pom poms and all, as she looks up at me, the usual excited spark in her eye.

"Sunshine?" I hum, sliding my fingers through her hair, being careful not to pull on any of the tinsel she tied into her locks. It's nice but almost sorrowful seeing her dressed up like this again. I should get her a Sendai jersey before we leave.

She makes a kissy face, the sound picking up just enough for me to hear it. A soft grin spreads on my face at her request, a request I have no problem fulfilling for her. My fingertips twirl the end of her hair as I lean down, pecking her lips like she wants.

A happy giggle spills from my Sunshine as she sits upright, eyes cast to the court for a second before they're back on me. "I'm hungry."

"Okay, Sunshine," I utter, pecking her lips again before I stand up. "I'll be right back."

"Where are you going?" Suga asks, his eyes not pulling away from the players on the court.

"To get my Sunshine some food," I answer, starting the careful descent out of the bleachers, set on not trip on anyone or thing.

"I'll come with," he says, already on his feet so he can trial after me.

It takes a while, but we both manage to get out of the bleachers without an accident. "Should I be expecting a third Sawamura soon?" Suga asks, flashing me one of his grins.

     "I just got excited seeing her in my jersey after so long. That's all," I answer, trying to push down the embarrassment crawling up my neck.

     "Sure you did," he chuckles, shaking his head at me. "You know, I thought you were insane when you told me you were going to propose after graduation."

     "I know, you told me at least twenty times," I grumble, rolling my eyes at the memory of all the lectures I got from him. Suga was not on board with the idea of us getting married right out of high school.

     "And now I can't help but be impatient with you two. When are you going to give me a niece or nephew?"

     "I don't think that's any of your business," I snap, the heat winning and coating my cheeks. "You're just as bad as my mom."

     Suga shrugs, a grin still on his face. "Maybe your Sunshine is trying to get you to give her a baby. Wearing your clothes and all that."

Now it's my turn to chuckle, shaking my head back at my friend. "The closet is fully Sunshine's. It's her closet, her clothes, I just borrow them sometimes."

"You definitely did not get over that love sickness did you? I thought you'd kick it after graduation."

No, I did not get over it, and probably never will.

[vicsnook]

Good Luck, Babe! | Jake Seresin x Reader

word count: 6,560

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, 18+, Unprotected PinV

notes: Hey friends! I know I've kind of dropped off the face of the Earth since the new year. I've had massive writer's block due to some personal stuff but I think I am finally out of the funk. Please forgive me for any errors, I wrote this on and off the past few months so I hope it doesn't come off terrible. I plan to make this a 2 possible 3 parter so leave some feedback and let me know if you want more. Hope you like it & please don't forget to like and reblog! 🫶🏼

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I agreed to come on a date to the famous Hard Deck but thankfully I’m not disappointed yet. The jukebox is playing old country songs and some couples are dancing on the makeshift dance floor, "this is definitely my kind of place," I think. 

I approach the bar and look for my date Mickey, who waves me over from a corner booth. He kisses my cheek and slides his arm around me as we slide into the cozy booth. “So m’lady what can I get you to drink?” he asks, his eyes scanning my face but before I can answer a blonde man slides into the seat across from us. 

Mickey’s face turns red immediately as the blonde grabs his beer and takes a swig. “My apologies, am I interrupting anything, Fanboy?” asks the blonde with a southern drawl, flashing me what I could only describe as a million-dollar smile. “Yes, Hangman, so I'd appreciate it if you could make yourself scarce,” growls Mickey, beginning to stand up and holding his hand out for me to follow. 

“And leave this lovely lady alone with you? Not a chance,” responds the blonde, now standing in front of Mickey and in our way. “This lovely lady would also like you to make yourself scarce and stop bothering her date,” I said to the blonde, who just like Mickey turned to me with a look of shock. 

Before “Hangman” could respond, I grabbed hold of Mickey’s hand and led us out the side door and down the ramp onto the beach. When we came to a halt, Mickey was still looking at me slack-jawed. “That was awesome! No one’s ever put Hangman in his place,” he raves, as I giggle in amusement. “Yeah, well he sure seemed like he needed it. Anywho, I don’t take it, he's a friend?” I ask. He shook his head and then explained all about how Hangman was just his insufferable coworker who thought that because he had the only confirmed air kill of this generation he was above anyone. 

“And that’s the story of Hangman, anyway, fancy getting some ice cream mademoiselle?” asked Mickey while extending his arm for me to hold. “Of course,” I reply and chuckle as we make our way to the ice cream parlor by the boardwalk.

The rest of the afternoon went by without a hitch as I learned more about my date whose call sign was “Fanboy” due to his adorable obsession with Star Trek. That night I didn’t waste any time texting him that I had a great time and looked forward to seeing him again.

Maybe my mom was right when she suggested I needed to get back to the dating scene. As I lay there waiting on sleep to come, an image of Hangman flashes through my head and I can't help the feeling in my stomach. Shaking my head, I bury it deep down with memories from my date with Mickey.

I won't let anything ruin my happiness at this moment. That was until I woke up this morning and saw that my blue text had turned green and was unanswered.

Just my absolute luck to get blocked after what I thought was a good first date.

-

I went on with the rest of the week trying to feel unbothered about being blocked but it still crept into my mind every once in while. And that’s how I ended up parked in front of the Hard Deck on what seems like a very busy night.

I sigh and put the car in reverse, this is pathetic. But before I go any further, a blonde Ken doll look-alike catches my eye and I realize it’s Hangman walking in, which I hope means Mickey is probably inside. 

Putting the car back in park, I take one last look in the rearview mirror and reapply my red lipstick. Time to show that WSO what he missed out on.

I’m immediately surrounded by a sea of aviators in their dress whites when I step inside, and a couple of them shoot me hungry looks. I take a deep breath and plunge through the crowd to make my way toward the back where I think catch sight of Mickey and his friends but I soon collide with a very very hard chest before I can reach him.

“So we meet again, lovely lady?” I hear as I tilt my head up and make eye contact with the owner of the hard chest whose hands are holding my waist steadying me. And wouldn't you know it, it’s none other than Hangman who is once again sporting that blinding smile. Up close I can see how green his eyes are and good lord all I can think is how this man is way too damn perfect.

I clear my throat and back away as his hands fall off my waist but I don’t get very far because his hand firmly grasps mine and I’m spun back into his chest once again. “What the hell are you-” I try to ask but my words die when I see the hungry look in his eye. “Not so chatty now, are you?” He smirks at me and I feel my cheeks burn. “What do you want?” I manage to croak, feeling now even more embarrassed to have come here tonight.

“Well for starters, I want to lead you out the door to my truck, then I want take you somewhere nice to dinner, and what I want most is to have those pretty red lips of yours around my cock by the end of the night, darlin’" He whispers in my ear, his breath on my neck making my head spin.

Usually, I would slap any man who spoke to me that way but my brain was currently short-circuiting tonight so I just nodded and followed him out the door into the parking lot to take part in what will probably be a very big mistake tomorrow.

His hand sits on my lower back as he leads me to his truck that is conveniently parked at the very end of the parking lot and before I can convince myself to back out of this we have reached the passenger door. He opens the door for me and helps me into the seat before rounding the truck and getting in too. His scent fills my nostrils, sage and sandalwood. 

“I’m not sure I ever properly introduced myself, my name’s Jake Seresin.” He tells me as he pulls into the highway and I pull myself together long enough to mutter mine back. I take him in as he drives and notice the scar above his eyebrow and how rosy his lips look, and I can’t help but think of how good they would feel on mine.

I doubt any of my friends would be supportive of me throwing caution to the wind but something about Jake makes saying no, impossible. A spark goes through me when his hand comes to rest on my thigh just below the hem of my dress, and I sure hope I haven’t soaked the seat.

-

We pull up to a restaurant downtown that I only ever heard of because of because of it being expensive but before I can protest he is getting out of the truck and coming to open my door. “Jake, this is too much. I -” his fingers come to rest on my lips effectively shushing my protests. “Baby, I’m going to lavish you tonight and I mean that in more ways than one.” 

His eyes are locked into mine as I nod. No man has ever managed to render me speechless, much less make me so agreeable but I guess that changes tonight.

The food and wine are exquisite and the conversation flows smoothly between us and I can’t help but want more of this man. My once disdain for him now vanished.

He tells me of growing up in Texas on his family’s ranch and of his rodeo days that ended too quickly when his father passed. He talks of how he joined the Navy to be able to support his family. I notice his eyes darken as he talks of missing home and how lonely his job can be because he acts like an asshole to keep people away, and I feel myself reaching for his hand to comfort him. He smiles gratefully, then casually turns the conversation back to me.

So I tell him of my sister, Meredith, who died a few years back because of a drunk driver which led me to pursue a career in law seeing as the man who killed her is free and she didn’t get justice. He squeezes my hand in comfort and I tell him that I moved to Miramar to get away from my hometown because everything reminds me of Mer and I wanted a fresh start and how I’ve been here a year now and hardly know anyone because I’ve thrown myself into my work instead of dealing with my grief.

I shudder when I’m done when I realize I’ve bared my soul to someone who I hardly know but I don’t overthink for long because Jake’s hand reaches out and caresses my face. He settles the bill and ignores my pleas to let me pay for at least half and once we’re back in the truck I realize that it’s nearly midnight and he asks for directions back to my place which I give without a second thought.

-

He follows me in and I curse at myself when I see the mess of paperwork on the living room table. “Sorry, I don’t usually have guests over,” I tell him, and he shrugs it off and helps me straighten the papers up. We settle in the small couch and I can feel the heat radiating off his body and the nerves finally kick in. “Um, can I get you something to drink?” I ask, looking over at the TV that is not even on. “No, thank you, Angel. Look, I know what I said at the bar but we don't have to do anything you don't want to do.” He assures me, my eyes finally making contact with his. But I don’t want him to go and I feel an urgent need to feel his skin against mine so I do the only thing I can think of and kiss him.

He kisses me slowly and carefully like I might pull away and dismiss him any second so I move closer to him and then climb onto his lap. He groans as I straddle him and I take the chance to slip my tongue into his mouth, savoring the taste of him. His fingers dip into my waist as I bite his lip and pull back. His eyes are blown with lust and I know then there is no going back.

His mouth kisses along my jaw and down to my neck and I moan loudly as he finds that spot just below my ear that drives me crazy. “Are you sure about this?” He asks, leaving kisses just above the neckline of my dress. “Yes, I need you, Jake, please,” I beg as he slides the straps of my dress down and his mouth trails down kisses, latching onto my perky nippe.

I arch my back and the dress pools at my hips, the cold air on my skin making me shiver for a moment until his warm chest presses against mine and I realize he’s ditched his shirt. I run my hands through his chiseled chest and think to myself that this is the kind of body that Greek statues are made of.

“Where’s your room?” he asks, between kisses and I feel another current surge through me. “At the end of the hall,” I manage to croak and he moves forward so I can wrap my legs around him and then he leads us to my room. The very short hallway feels infinite as he holds me against the wall and his hands run all over my body and I’m now shaking with desire.

“Jake, please,” I beg and I feel him grin against my neck and I blush in the dark as he nibbles on my neck leaving what I know tomorrow will be a very noticeable hickey. He finally takes us into my room and places me on the bed and as he towers over me it sinks in what I’m about to do and a shiver of excitement runs through me.

He pulls down the rest of my dress and I am left in my very small thong, he places his hand over my core and I quiver against it. “Eager aren’t we?” He whispers as he cups the thin fabric of my thong and slowly slides it down, pressing kisses onto my leg as he finally gets it off and stuffs it into his back pocket.

I raise an eyebrow at him in response, but he ignores it as he slides off the bed and pulls me to the edge of the bed where he kneels on the floor. I blush as I feel his warm breath on my thigh as he kisses his way to my core pausing just before reaching it, our eyes lock and I see that he is looking for reassurance. I nod, not trusting my words and within seconds he is eating me out like he is starving and my pussy is a full-course meal.

I moan his name loudly and tug at his hair but he doesn’t slow down and I feel myself getting close when he eases a finger in and he must sense that I’m close to reaching an orgasm because he pulls my thighs even further apart and adds another finger. My moans turn to whimpers as he keeps edging me. I shake against him while he uses his fingers to coax me through my orgasm.  “Good girl,” he mumbles as he slowly raises himself and placing a kiss on my lips and I want more.

“Fuck me, Jake,” I whimper as he settles beside me in the bed but I get a response that I was not expecting. “Not yet angel,” he whispers as he caresses my arm that fills with goosebumps as he gets further up and he turns my head to look at him. His green eyes are staring into mine so deeply I think he can read my needy thoughts. I run my hand down his chest and stop at his belt buckle, his eyes following my every move, and I decide to give him what he asked for at the beginning of the night.

Pulling him off the bed with me I take notice of my shaky legs but still, I kneel in front of him and undo his belt. I can feel his eyes on me as I ease his pants down and palm him through his boxers. A groan escapes him as I slide his cock free of the boxers and suck on his swollen tip. “Fuck,” he moans as I take him in my mouth and I feel myself getting wetter as he starts to fuck my face.

But he’s careful yet again so I grab onto his hips and increase the pace, eliciting various groans from him and when I meet his eyes he slowly stills me. “I want to come inside you,” he says, his voice husky with lust. His arms reach to pull me up and I’m back on the bed before I can protest.

“I’m not going to be as slow and careful, honey. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow, so stop me now if that’s not what you want,” he whispers in my ear and I shiver with excitement. I reply by pulling him down to me and kissing him as hard as I possibly can. Without warning he’s stretching me open, and before I can even catch a breath, he’s thrusting hard into me again.

His fingers are digging into my waist as I scream in pleasure, “Taking me so good, baby,” he groans while leaving more hickeys on my neck. He continues to thrust hard and fast and I’m shaking with pleasure.

My moans get louder as his finger finds my clit and I worry the neighbors will call the cops. But he seems unfazed as he continues to fuck me through it. I whimper loudly, my legs sliding off his sides as I reach my orgasm. “I’m almost there, honey,” he whispers in my ear but I barely acknowledge him, still lost in my high.

He fills me with his sweet release as I come down from my own. His green eyes boring into mine as he slowly pulls out and I feel his cum slipping out of me. “Look at you, baby. I made a mess out of you,” he grins, laying at my side and pulling me to him.

I lay my head on his chest as exhaustion takes over and any thought of getting myself sorted out flies out the window. He kisses my hairline and the last thing I hear is him saying “good girl” as sleep envelops me in his arms.

-

I wake up to my body aching as memories from last night flood back in and I smile, turning over, only to find the bed empty. Only my dress is in the corner of my bedroom floor, no sign of Jake or my thong. I curse to myself as I get up and feel even more sore if that’s even possible. He sure meant that he would fuck me til I couldn't walk.

The apartment is deadly quiet and I head to the bathroom which I find empty as well. Pulling on my robe, I check the living room which to no one’s surprise is also empty, and as I look out the window, I notice Jake’s truck is gone and then it hits me that my car is still parked at the Hard Deck.

Fuck me.

I check around the rest of the apartment and find no note anywhere. Disappointment creeps in as I decide to finally go shower and get him off my skin. When I catch sight of myself in the bathroom mirror, I see the damage he left on my neck and chest is extensive. Angry reddish marks stare back at me and I doubt all the concealer in the world can help cover what he did.

The next few weeks are a blur as I throw myself into my work and vow to never return to the Hard Deck. Long nights working keep me occupied so much so that I don’t realize my period is late for a week, and that’s when it dawns on me that we didnt use protection and of course, I hadn’t been on the pill.

The pharmacy is crowded as I buy a pregnancy test, and I glare at the cashier who very loudly yells “Good luck!” as I walk out. Traffic is awful too on the way home and I feel myself getting more anxious by the second.

I practically run to the bathroom as soon as I’m home and finally pee on the stupid stick. 5 minutes feel like an eternity when your future rests on the other side. The timer goes off and as I flip the test over, I grab hold of the vanity to steady myself as I stare back at the two pink lines that signify my worst fear.

I’m pregnant.

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[archangeldyke-all]

Would you be willing to write something about how sevika cares for drunk reader? Maybe they went for a night out at the brothel and sevika decides it’s time to leave when she notices r is rlly intoxicated???

I think she would definitely be so attentive and take off readers heels for her, and help her undress and into comfy clothes because she’s such a sweetheart 😭

she's SUCH a sweetheart anon ur so so so right.

men and minors dni

sevika had been chatting with some friends for the past thirty minutes, occasionally glancing to you at the other end of the bar where you were catching up with one of your old coworkers.

she was getting tired. it was getting late. across the bar, she could see you propping your head up on your hand, a sleepy look in your eye. she chuckles. yeah, it's time to head home.

as she approaches you, she quickly realizes that you're drunk.

not just drunk. you're plastered. four sheets to the wind.

your old coworker was one of your best friends at one of the worst jobs you've ever worked at. the two of you were reminiscing on funny stories and old drama, downing shot after shot to honor the old days.

when you catch sight of your wife, a goofy grin takes over your features.

"sevikaaaaaaa!" you exclaim, stumbling out of your barstool and into her arms, peppering kisses across her face. she chuckles as she wraps an arm around your waist to stabilize you.

"hi honey." she says, amused. you grin, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

"'y look 's fuckin' hot ri' now sev. wanna get outta here?" you slur. she laughs and kisses your forehead.

"sure. lemme take you home." she says, playing into your game, knowing how stubborn you get when you drink. you squeal in excitement and drag her out of the bar, practically running down the street with sevika's wrist in your grasp. she's giggling behind you the entire time, catching you when you stumble, and pressing kisses to your head when she's close enough to reach you.

halfway home, you get tired. you stop dead in your tracks and turn around with a pout. sevika grins down at you, already knowing what you're gonna ask for. you're a predictable drunk.

"my feet hurt. gimmie'a piggyback?" you ask, pouting at your wife. she chuckles and shoots forward to kiss you, before turning around and crouching so you can crawl up her back.

"fuckin' watch it!" she chuckles as you scramble onto her back. you kiss her temple when you're settled and she smiles.

"love you." you say as sevika rises and begins walking you home. she hums.

"love you too, honey."

when you guys get home, you try to press sevika to the wall for a makeout session. she quickly redirects you to the kitchen-- the promise of one of her 'homemade quesadillas' (literally just shredded cheese toasted between two tortillas) inciting you enough to let her go.

she gets you fed, then gives you a glass of water. you pout.

"not thirsty." you say. sevika rolls her eyes.

"drink this glass and i'll let you play with my tits." she bribes. (as if you can't play with her tits whenever you want.) it works. you down the glass in three seconds flat. sevika giggles at your eagaer eyes, then squeals as your salsa and sourcream covered hands reach out to grope at her clothed chest.

"wait!" she giggles as she runs to the bedroom, you trailing behind her. "we gotta get naked first." she says to you. you grin as you try to rip your dress off, pouting when it doesn't budge. sevika chuckles and takes pity on you, kissing your pout away and then unzipping your dress, helping you out of it.

she helps you out of your bra then shoves you onto the bed. you giggle, and she kisses you, unable to stop herself when you look so cute.

"aren't you gonna get naked?" you ask. sevika chuckles and nods.

"get under the covers babe, i'll be there in a minute." she says from the closet where she's hanging up your dress.

when she comes back to the bedroom, she grins.

you're asleep, snoring on top of the covers, just like she knew you would be.

sevika's quiet as she gently places a few painkillers and a full glass of water on your bedside table, she's gentle as she presses a kiss to your forehead.

she takes her time to change into her pajamas and feed herself, and when she finally crawls in bed beside you, you grumble in your sleep.

"sev?" you ask.

"go to sleep, baby. i'm right here." she whispers, pulling you against her. you grin, pressing a tipsy, half asleep kiss against her lips, before falling asleep on her tits.

sevika grins at the ceiling.

she loves you so fuckin' much.

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[heeseung-min]

Hey so i saw that one post of yours where the reader is oblivious ot maybe dumb and she isn't scared of her stalker jungwon. If you are free please do more like this for maybe hee or sunghoon and i really love all your works muah muah muah

love you too anon mwahh😘😆, hope you enjoy this

[07:23]

You were walking to go home. However, you noticed that someone was following you from behind. At first, you thought it was just imagination but then when you took out your phone to take a selfie, you noticed the man started to turn around instead of keep walking like normal people.

You started to fasten your steps but the guy also didn't give up and quicken his steps also to catch up with you. When you finally reached the front door, your hands were shaking so bad while pressing on the numbers to unlock the door.

When you finally got inside, the door got kicked from outside. You screamed for help while pressing on the door to close it but the man was too strong and he pushed the door with strong force and made you fell down to the floor.

"Please, don't hurt me. I'm begging you."

"Awh baby, I just want to have a little 'fun' with you. Come to daddy, babygirl."

"Sorry but you are too old for my taste."

Congratulation. You successfully made the older man furious. He took out a knife from his pocket. You backed away from him and started throwing things towards him.

"Bitch like you should die. That way I can enjoy your body better."

You closed your eyes waiting for the impact but you didn't feel anything. However, you opened your eyes back when you heard a loud scream and saw the man who wanted to attack you were laying down on the floor while bleeding on his head. You looked at your side and this time it was another man but it was hard for you to determine his face since he was wearing a mask.

"Go to your room. I will handle this.", he said that without looking at you. Quickly, you stood up and ran to your room. You covered your ears to prevent yourself from hearing the old man screams. You didn't know how long you were in that position but you finally saw the man who saved you from the old man crouching in front of you.

"Are you okay, sweet?", he asked with genuine concern on his face. You don't know why but your tears started to fall down making the man in front of you panicked.

"Oh my- what what why are you crying? Is it because of me? I'm sorry I had to do that cause I don't want him to hurt you. I- I will go okay."

When he wanted to stand up, you hold him tightly. He sat down in front of you and waited until you finally calmed down. He smiled at the way your hand was still tightly hold his.

"Thank you for saving me."

"It's my pleasure, sweet."

You didn't know what got into you but you really made the man in front of you shocked when you leaned closer to take his mask off his face. You gasped at the familiar sight of your coworker.

"Sung..hoon?"

Sunghoon felt dumb and embarrassed at the same time. He couldn't say anything so he just looked down on his lap where both of your hands still holding to each other.

"I'm sorry if you hate me right now but I don't have any bad intention to you-"

"Why are you absent?"

For once again, you made the man speechless. He expected you to scream or being mad at him for stalking you but instead you innocently asked his whereabouts.

"I- I had a fever but then I was bored cause I can't see you so I decided to break into your house just to see you for awhile and then this happened."

Sunghoon nervously answered while looking at your reaction. You didn't seem afraid or mad but full of curiousity.

"Are you still sick then?"

What? Why are you not scared? Sunghoon felt weird. He thought you were deaf for seconds cause you seem so okay after he confessed being your stalker.

"You heard right that I break into your home? I stalk you everyday since the first day you started to work at the office. Are yoy okay with that?"

"Yep, you never hurt me so why should I be scared? Plus, you just saved me from that man. Who knows what will happen if you are not here?"

My goodness. If your parents heard this, they will slap their forehead for having dumb child like you.

"Have you eat? I can make clam porridge! My mother always make me that when I'm sick. It's like a magic cause it literally cure me."

You said excitedly while holding him to stand up. You brought him to the dining table and sat him down. Your house looked neat than before when the old man came in. There was no stain on the floor at all.

"Where is the old man?"

"I got rid of him, sweet. No need to be worry."

You smiled and continue cooking. Sunghoon felt peace. It looks like what he had imagined. Doing something domestic with you. He wanted to feel like this everyday. He went to your back and slipped his hands on you while you were cutting the ingredients.

"You should fold your fingers to avoid getting cut. Like this."

Now you are the one who suddenly went speechless. Both of you were in that position for several minutes after Sunghoon finally let you go to prepare something else.

The dinner went smoothly and Sunghoon was still curious why you felt okay about him being your stalker. He sat on the couch after the meal while staring at you.

"How can you be okay with this?"

"Hmm?"

He caressed your cheek gently. Your eyes are the most attractive thing he ever see.

"I stalk you y/n. I have so many pictures of you and I even know everything about you. Even your favourite meal to buy at convenience store. I'm obsessed with you so bad that I can kill anyone for you. Are you really okay with that?"

"You did that cause you love me, right? So, why would I be afraid? I would be so grateful to have you in my life, Sunghoon."

That day, Sunghoon stopped stalking you cause he doesn't need to when he finally got to live with you. Every single day, both of you will go and back home together. Doing domestic things and sharing affections with each other. At times, Sunghoon show his posessive side when guys couldn't take a hint but at the end you guys still happy with each other.

My goodness, this is so soft HAHHAHAHAHAHAH i really hope you guys enjoy this

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[honey-and-sims]

Autumn, 1900

For the rest of the day, Winifred worked quietly; still rather disoriented from her train being delayed that morning. Those sorts of things always seemed to put her in a strange mood, and Francis' genuine reassurance over her insecurities had only made it worse. She had never intended to lie to her coworkers about who she was; it was an honest mistake — when she filled out her application; she signed her maiden name, Monet, instead of Baudelaire and didn't notice until she was proof reading before handing it in; and she had truly had intended to change it. However, for a fleeting moment she thought, 'why can't I be someone else for a while? It would only be like playing a part,' and soon, she was posing herself as a 30-something year old spinster trying to make her own way in the world. There at the Windenburg Daily, she was not just Mrs. Baudelaire, a rich man's life, or a mother struggling to exist outside of that title. Of course, she considered the idea of explaining the mishap and coming clean. Except that, when she thought of how angry JJ, Terence, and especially Francis would be, she could never bring herself to try. As the years passed by, her double life had brought her the sense of self she'd been longing for. But she was no fool. She knew it was not a matter of if her folly would catch up to her, but when; and all she could do was hope that at the very least, she might publish a few stories beforehand and it would somehow be worth it.

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*click* *click* Winifred: oh, bullocks! *panting* I'm sorry I'm late, guys. My train was delayed Terence: Relax, Winnie; he isn't here yet Winifred: But, I hate- Francis: He's right, Win; you need to learn to relax a bit <the day goes on> *typewriter clicking* Francis: The days just get longer & longer. Winifred: Shhhh!!! Terenece: Here comes- JJ: *groggily* Good morning everyone. *in unison* Morning, JJ! Winifred: *mouthing* I forgot the coffee. JJ: Winnie, dear, my coffee? Winifred: Um, yes, I- Francis: She wanted you to try the coffee next door! Terence: She was just waiting for you to arrive. JJ: Ah, what a splendid idea! Winifred: Well, you know, I just thought with it being so chilly and all. JJ: Good thinking; Francis, go along with her. Francis: Yes, sir. Winifred: We won't be gone long. Francis: It smells so good in here. Two coffees, please. *liquid pouring* Winifred: I don't think I make a very good secretary. Thank you for covering for me back there. I don't know what I'd do without you and Terence. Barista: Two coffees, to-go! Francis: You know we like having you here, right? JJ, too. He likes you a lot. He's just... Winifred: Uptight? Francis: Well, I was going to say particular, but I suppose that is part of it, yes. And you're not a lousy secretary, okay? Terence and I understand it's a hard life for a spinster, but we don't see you that way. Always remember that. Winifred: Yeah...I-I will...

[radioisntdead]

Good evening folks! Thank you tuning in!

I'm supposed to be finishing up a request right now but It's six am, I was missing my dog and this popped in my brain, Alastor who hates dogs and a reader who has one

and I can NOT write anything else until I get this out of my brain, I may be projecting a little bit here.

Alastor x reader with a dog headcanons + a drabble thing? in the middle [Romantic]

Warnings!

Brief mention of your dog passing on [it's implied from old age]

all dogs go to heaven but yours wanted to stay with you even if you ended up down below, Alastor being mean to dogs, also once again Alastor may be OOC or leaning into fanon, Apologies for any grammar mistakes!

Okay so it's pretty well known that Alastor doesn't like dogs because they were involved during his death [I think, I can't remember if that's canon or fanon but we're keeping it for this]

I don't think he's scared of them, he just thinks they're one of the worst things created, especially the hellborn ones, not hellhounds [to be fair he probably hates them too]

You know the dogs that fizzarolli has in Helluva boss? The tweaked out lookin' ones? Yeah Alastor hates em' if he saw one on the street he either moves away from em', moves them aside with his staff while giving the owners the stink eye, he doesn't go out of his way to do anything to them usually.

Point is dude doesn't like dogs and if he can help it doesn't interact with them, and I see him more as a cat person CURSED CAT ALASTOR

Unfortunately for him he somehow gained romantic intent for someone who ADORES their funky lil' dog.

You have no idea why your dog was in hell with you, they weren't a bad dog, they were a good one! The very best on fact!

Sure they had tried to murder your best friend by trying to suffocate em' in their sleep, several times, but they were a dog, a sweetheart and they knocked off the murderous intent if you gave em' a snack plus if anyone knew anything was that all pets, Dog, cat, raccoon, hamster they all went to heaven! So you had no idea why your lil' buddy was in eternal damnation with you!

You died so close together, it was maybe a month or so from their passing to yours, you couldn't wait to see your lil' elderly buddy again but you didn't think it'd be so soon! You still had a life to live and you knew that they'd want you to live on!

You woke up in hell alot nicer then other folks, with your dog sitting on your chest licking you awake,

A golden ring around their furry neck, they looked a little different then they did when they were alive with you, but you knew that this was your dog, there was just that feeling when you looked in their eyes.

Maybe everything wouldn't be too bad with them here, You could get through with them by your side after all.

It was hard the first few years but you managed, getting used to the chaos around, finding a decent job and having to carry around a weapon just in case some psycho decided they wanted to kill you that day, and respawning was a whole hassle and you had your lil' buddy waiting for you at home!

You got a Job at a local diner near your apartment complex, your manager sucked, as did some of your coworkers but the pay was decent and you got along well enough with the coworkers that didn't suck plus you got to take home meals and share with your lil' buddy, They didn't particularly like the hell dog food so it was a fair way to feed em' without breaking the bank

You had met Alastor there somehow, it was fuzzy in your memory, you think he came in for coffee or maybe it was to make a deal with some poor unfortunate soul, all you remember is that you had managed to catch the Radio's demon eye,

Looking back you were pretty sure he was trying to get your soul only for the two of you to end up courting.

You had neglected to tell him about your lil buddy until he came to your apartment for the first time, after maybe the fourth date for coffee,

it wasn't quite his style but it was nice, and he particularly liked the vintage radio that stood on your kitchen counter, he was having a pleasant time chatting with you before you went into the kitchen to make the two of you some coffee and some snacks, as you went into the kitchen he looked around your living room his smile straining slightly as he found a dog staring at him with the rage of twenty-five grown men, Alastor simply turned to the kitchen where you were making a charcuterie board for the two of you

"My dear, I fear you have a rat problem,"

Alastor said gesturing at your lil' buddy who continued staring at him, the murderous intent of 'who is this man and why is it in my home?' was clear

You looked up from your charcuterie board confused until you see your lil' buddy death glaring Alastor

"Pardon? What do you- Oh! Yeah that's my lil' buddy, I'm sure I mentioned them once or twice, don't mind em' they're mostly harmless."

"Ah."

And from there came a rivalry, Alastor came to your apartment? That lovely lil' pooch of yours would sit between you on the couch, Alastor would move them away with his staff thingy,

He wanted to dance with you with soft jazz playing in the background? Your lil' buddy lacking fear was running between your legs trying to grab your attention, only for it to backfire when you tripped and Alastor catched you effectively taking your attention

He straight up mocks your dog, your lil' buddy is too short to get on the couch? Bully time, doesn't matter how big your dog is they're getting called a rat, rodent or a mutt by Alastor, if your lil' buddy earned their wings they're getting called a winged rat,

I imagine he's probably more tolerant towards smaller breeds like Corgi's or Pomeranians for example and less inclined towards dogs typically breed for hunting.

He asked once if your willing to re-home the lil' buddy, and you probably almost stabbed him because the audacity of this man?

Definitely was a rough patch in the relationship.

He gets a lil' nervous now when your holding very very sharp knives outside of the kitchen and upset

Your lil' buddy definitely tries to bite off Alastor's ankles.

Later on in the relationship let's say when you and Alastor wed, your dog is your best man, maid of honor, flower girl, ring bearer whatever it's one of those and Alastor has to put up with it,

Rosie likes to tease about how Alastor gave your lil' buddy the stink eye as they waddled behind you as you walked around during your wedding activities,

Alastor specifically had Husk hold them during your dance, and the majority of your wedding after,

Husk thankfully was spared from the rage of your lil' buddy by giving them some of whatever dinner was served.

Now let's move on to house life once y'all are moved in and everything.

Alastor does NOT want them on the bed, he'd rather they be in a whole different room but if you truly desire it aka if it's the hill your willing to die on

He'll invest in a dog bed, or crate, and you can put it in the corner, FAR from the bed you share,

If Alastor falls asleep with you and your lil' buddy is in the room,

They are out for BLOOD, Alastor's in particular if he doesn't wake up immediately he will wake up with a dog on his face,

He can't do anything to harm the dog with you nearby but he can kick them out of the room, or pop's em' into doggy prison he locks them out of your shared room

He does somewhat agree to a truce with your lil' buddy after a few years

Alastor would take the lil' buddy on walks and make sure they stay safe and not attacked by any sinner with a death wish, after all you would probably go on a revenge filled bender and while he'd adore to see it because you know he's a murderous radio demon who likes despair,

he'd rather you not be upset over losing your beloved pet even if he thinks they're a disgrace.

Maybe if he's in a good mood he'll toss a piece of venison to your lil' buddy, and your lil' buddy would not try to smother Alastor in his sleep, or trip the two of you dancing as often as they did before.

Now when Alastor just dipped for 7 years your lil' buddy missed him,

For about three days at most

Your lil' buddy was happy to have ALL of your attention again and they got to sleep in the human bed! And had full reign of the house.

They held very little loyalty to Alastor.

And for good reason!

They were very displeased when the two of you moved to the Hazbin hotel and they spotted Alastor just smiling there, like he didn't just leave for seven years, the audacity!

Let's hope you have a quick reaction time because your gonna have to stop your lil' buddy from chompin' off Alastor's ankles, because how dare he vanished for seven years? Who does he think he is?!

You and Angel dust probably bond over Fat nuggets and your lil' buddy, a very small Pet parent club was formed, Charlie's in it.

Vaggie was probably a lil' concerned about the fact that your dog has a whole adjusted halo as a collar but that's the least concerning thing in the hotel.

If your lil' buddy is big enough Niffty rides em' like a horse,

She has to be watched when she does so.

If you like to dress up your lil' buddy dress em' up as Alastor and he is either flattered by it or your pet is getting a outfit change immediately,

you and Angel have your lil' buddy and Fat nuggets dress up in different outfits sometimes matching if they get along well!

Imagine if we bring cursed cat Alastor into it, I can see it doing two ways

Either Cursed cat Alastor is 100% worse, like Alastor doesn't like your dog but he's not actively trying to eliminate them like Cursed cat Alastor is, radio noises and growls can be heard if you don't separate them, like they are both getting injured, both have murderous intent and just feral time, it is NOT fun.

OR

They team up, Alastor is just trying to eat his deer carcass? Not anymore they are double teaming to steal his breakfast, cursed cat Alastor just appears and starts vibrating while your lil' buddy is trying to drag the carcass off the table,

It never works and often ends with the both of them getting picked up by the scruff's of their necks and getting unleashed outside to wreck havoc on the others unless you find them first.

Thank you for tuning in and reading folks! Reader's lil' buddy is heavily inspired by my own dearly departed dog

hence the murderous intent your lil' buddy has and the tried to kill your best friend bit at the beginning

Also a little tidbit I was thinking was that your lil' buddy was your guardian angel for the time until you passed and then they just followed you down, their lil' doggy halo slipping from their head to around their neck like a really flexible collar, and the earned their wings comment, Alrighty goodnight folks!

[marzipanandminutiae]

ahh working in historical houses sounds like such an interesting experience! I notice you mention some of them being haunted - have you or your coworkers ever had any ghosty experiences? I'm a new follower, so sorry if it's something you've been asked about before! hope you're having a lovely day

No worries! Thanks for the well-wishes, and I send you the same.

Yes, I and many people I know have had ghost encounters at our workplaces. Much as I roll my eyes at people who assume every historical house must be haunted...well, some of them are. But it can become very normal when you're dealing with it every day. A lot of museums have little rituals the staff have adopted to keep the ghosts happy, often as simple as saying "good morning" and "good night" when opening and closing. My current museum isn't even supposed to be haunted, and I still do that just in case, to be polite.

Also, ghost encounters are often pretty unexciting. A light going on or off with no explanation, hearing footsteps when nobody's there, objects being moved, doors opening or closing a bit, motion detectors beeping for no apparent reason, etc. are among the most common you hear about. It's not usually that scary, and you're here to do a non-ghost-related job, so. You just learn to coexist. Say hello now and then, ask for behaviors you don't like to please stop. Swap stories with other heritage site workers. It's part of the industry.

The most dramatic experience I've had at work was hearing a staff entrance door open and close (complete with the door sensor ding) and footsteps in the breakroom nearby, when nobody onsite was in that area. One of my coworkers at that museum had the elevator door repeatedly open and close behind her during a tour, when a guest asked if the house was haunted. She wasn't scared- just annoyed at the ghost for getting the visitors off-topic.

And that's a big reason you may be at a haunted site and not know it: unless there's a dedicated ghost tour, we generally don't like talking hauntings with guests. Some museum workers don't believe in them (rare at heritage sites, but it does happen), and even the ones who do often consider it an irritating distraction.

I mean, see it from our perspective. We've poured so much time and energy into researching this site, learning the tours, studying and working with the objects on display, fundraising, doing maintenance and cleaning, or any of a hundred and one other tasks. We all want to talk about the site, the people who inhabited it, the moment in time it represents, the world around it and how it relates to our current world, etc. And here comes someone who's watched one too many horror movies, ignoring all our hard work because they just want to know "IS IT HAUNTED?!?!?!"

Now, the person probably does not mean to come off that way. We are aware of this. Please do not be ashamed or feel bad for wondering about ghosts at a historical house museum; that's perfectly normal. As I said, a lot of us not only believe, but believe we've had encounters at work. It only takes a few bad apples, though- a few tourists who came solely as thrillseekers, or to mock the site simply because it's an old house -to make a museum worker jaded. We're not trying to make snap judgments or be snobs; we're just Tired. Even when I worked at a haunted site, I would tell visitors it wasn't just to keep the tour on track. And I will do it again the next time I'm in that situation, too.

If you want to talk ghosts on a house museum tour, here is my advice:

Wait until the end of the tour, catch the guide alone, and quietly ask your question. I can't guarantee you'll get an honest answer, even then- and some sites genuinely aren't haunted, so "no" is sometimes the truth. But I know I'd be much more likely to open up about a haunting if the person seems aware that asking during the tour would derail things.

If you have an experience, feel free to let the guide know- again, after the tour and quietly. Unless it's something really scary that you can't control your reaction to (understandable), or dangerous, or a bunch of other people notice it, too, please do not bring it to the attention of anyone outside your party. Yes, it is very interesting that you saw a curtain move on its own, but if you call it out I'll never get the tour back on-subject.

So there's a bit of a primer on the topic of ghosts in house museums. Hope it was helpful/interesting!

[genericpuff]

always wanted to make one of those 'day in the life' posts so here u go!

TW/CW: Tattoo needles, mild blood/mentioning of blood

ima be honest with you, sometimes those 'day in the life' reels on tiktok n junk annoy the piss out of me because they seem so disingenuous, but that's honest to god probably just my executive dysfunction being salty because there's no way in HELL i'm gonna be on some 'grind' where i'm getting up at 6 am to make smoothies and do a workout before i have to go to actual work, i can't with that and i struggle to fathom anyone else doing that consistently LMAO (but i know there are and y'all are a different breed, i wouldn't be able to do it LOL)

like i literally get up anywhere between 30-10 minutes before i gotta catch the bus to go to work-

(understand that i can only get away with doing this because the bus stop is LITERALLY RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET FROM MY HOUSE LMAOOO i could also just as easily walk , work is about 15-20 minutes away, but like... i don't wanna when i could just sleep in for another 15-20 minutes LOL)

most of my mornings consist of battling with myself to get out of bed until the last possible minute and then hoping the bus isn't early so i don't miss it on account of my own executive dysfunction, paired with timmy's because i'm a canadian hoser, buds.

i'm actually pretty hyped though for that apartment move at the start of april because as soon as we've moved, we'll be even CLOSER to my work to the point i won't even have to catch the bus anymore, you can literally see the new place out my work window. watch me find ways to still be late for work LMAO

anyways. i got off kinda easy today because NORMALLY i have to get up earlier as most of the time my appointments start at 1 PM, but I only had one appointment today and we had booked it for 3 so I got to sleep in a bit longer <3 This was the design I had made up for them (a sternum piece):

but then it turned out i had completely neglected the one change they wanted, which was to make the middle flower a lotus flower. thank god for my ipad, having the ability to change up designs on the go was half the reason I bought it ~

easy fix uwu

as for the setup, my tattoo setup is pretty simple, the machine isn't actually ready to go yet but i usually set that up after the stencil is applied to give the stencil time to sit and dry (and i don't like having nothing to do while i wait):

(the actual machine once it's wrapped):

it was a full kitchen in the shop today meaning me, my boss, and my two other coworkers who work in the open area were all working and having a good time. one of my other coworkers wasn't in today but they work in a separate private room so the main area itself was full. sometimes i'll come in and i can tell who was in first based on what's playing on the TV. if it's documentaries or reruns of old comedy shows (like the Office) I know it's my boss, if it's reality TV then I know it's L, and if it's music from Spotify then it's usually my other coworker S.

It was S today :' )

here's the actual stencil on the skin! my client is an old pal who i've tattooed a couple times and was thankfully okay with me taking pics and posting these ~ (haha, no female presenting nipples here, tumblr!)

as you can probably see I had to take a marker to the tail and redraw it so it would go around the belly button, originally the stencil went right thru it and wouldn't have looked good

but guess what? didn't matter anyways because the fucking stencil wouLDN'T FUCKING STICK. like, as soon as I started working on it, I realized it was gonna be one of those stencils, the kind that wipe away INSTANTLY. I think it was a combination of just the placement (backs and sternums don't tend to hold as well) as well as her skin type (not all skin types hold onto stencils and ink equally) and the fact that it was hotter in the shop than it usually is which amounted to a bit of sweat (esp in the belly area where things tend to be a lot warmer) which resulted in the stencil not holding in the slightest. y'all it was STRESSFUL and even after I tried to re-apply the stencil again as best as I could (with the tattoo already in progress and the old stencil pretty much gone) it STILL wouldn't hold, so I essentially had to bloodline the whole thing (i.e. line it in so lightly and quickly just to get SOMETHING visible in there after the stencil disappeared. half the lines weren't even genuine lines, just the tiniest faintest impressions that mostly consisted of blood, but still better than nothing).

eventually my coworkers had all clocked out for the day so i was the last one standing, meaning I got control over the Spotify >:D

(and played pretty much the exact same music my coworker would have because we have the exact same tastes in music lmao)

so this is where i had to re-stencil because the original stencil i had put on was wiping away like crazy, but then the second stencil ended up being just as shitty. like you can see where i had to put the lines in 'good enough' near the top because even the shoddy stencil redo was GONE as i was working on it, and it created this sort of cyclical problem where i couldn't just not wipe while i worked because that would result in there being ink anywhere so i couldn't see what i was doing... but then i would wipe to clean it up and poof stencil gone. it was a nightmare and stressed me out but big thanks to my client for understanding and trusting the process <3

because even tattoos are allowed to have an ugly stage before they look good ~

all in all i'm pretty happy with how it came out in the end, the process definitely didn't go as smoothly as i had initially hoped and i would have liked to spend more time on the actual lining process in the beginning, but i had to rush that shit. thankfully as soon as that foundation was laid, it gave me time to just go in and tighten up those lines, a lot of this ended up being freehand compared to what i had planned on doing :' )

(the best part is this client has two lil' dermals just an inch or so above the tattoo that the snake's face and tongue line up perfectly with, it's adorable haha)

either way, that was my day at the shop, i was the last one there so it was on me to settle the debit/credit machine, set the alarms and have everything ready for another day tomorrow!

very appropriate music for the last track of the day lmao and our shop pet, Smaug, poked his head out to say hello!

for the most part, a good day! aside from that stupid stencil giving me a hard time, it was still pretty chill, came out to be a 3 hour day, I showed up around 2:30, my appointment started at 3 and we were all done by 5:30, left just in time to go pick up some sushi takeout and catch the next bus home <3

(have I ever shown my face on my Tumblr before??? if not, here's me!)

My job's pretty cool. Still have to deal with a lot of "typical bullshit" esp when it comes to communicating with clients and setting up appointments as well as tattoo-unique bullshit like dealing with squirmers or crappy stencils or not being able to have a social life without people pestering me for free work, but it's the best job I could ever ask for especially in this particular location. The husband and wife duo who run the place are super sweet but have their shit together well, they run a tight ship and it means I don't have anything to worry about besides setting up my appointments and tattooing. It took a lot of fighting over the course of years to finally end up in a comfortable place, and many times I almost gave up, but it was worth it because now I'm in a great place that pays well and I get to do what I love.

But I'm still pretty eager to get home most days lol So I grabbed my sushi, caught the bus, and made it home.

It was about 6:25 when I landed and because of Daylight Savings, it's still very light out. It does so much for my mental health to leave work and have it still be sunny, the ✨ seasonal depression ✨ is gone and all I have to worry about now is ✨ regular depression ✨ And it's gonna be even better once we move to the new place because it's on a ground floor and has windows aplenty, loads of natural light (compared to the gross basement we live in rn).

But until then, this is what I come home to (～￣▽￣)～

I will now spend the next 6-8 hours playing FF XIV, watching my shows, and working on Rekindled and Time Gate, pretty much all at the same time or at least jumping between. Usually I'll have something playing on rerun on the TV in the background (so something I don't have to pay attention to, like reruns of the Office or Bob's Burgers or w/e I'm feeling that day) and then I'll be listening to music in my headphones or - if I want to engage with something that isn't a rerun - I'll put on a Youtube video that's easy to listen to and absorb without having to look directly at. Sometimes it's speedrun documentaries, sometimes it's GameGrumps compilations, just depends on what I'm feeling and what shows up in my recommended that day LOL Yes , it might seem 'pointless' to have a show playing in the background while also listening to music, but it's sorta just there as a presence and idk, it brings my ADHD brain comfort lol

If you don't believe me that this is the level of multitasking that I'm at, the other day I made a call to Nintendo Support to help my husband get back into his account and I did it while running dungeons in FF XIV, yaaaaay ADHD! My brain needs constant stimulation to function! ╰（‵□′）╯

(and yes, I'm usually joined by Psuwis - it's Maliseet for 'cat' - who's very needy for my attention as soon as I get home lol)

This is how I spend most of my evenings, and even entire days if I'm not in the shop (and my schedule's pretty flexible, sometimes I'm at the shop 5 days a week, other times I might only work 2 or 3 days, it just depends on how busy my bookings are). My husband is actually probably just getting off work rn so he'll likely be home by the time I'm wrapping up this post lmao

Supper!

I actually worked on Rekindled pretty much all day yesterday, so now the episode's almost done already, it's coming along nicely! I'm hoping to have it done tonight or tomorrow so that I can have it ready for Saturday when I'm away on my trip (and maybe get a headstart on Ep 12 so that we can have a new episode next weekend as well during my apartment move!)

Anyone in my follows play FF XIV? Currently working on my Astrologian, it's pretty fun! You can find me (Pym Thras'rala) in Hyperion if you ever wanna party up sometime!

That's pretty much it! Not really anything super crazy or exciting to show, my life's pretty routine and that's how I like it. A lot of my social life is online nowadays but I do make time to go out and hang out with IRL pals as well. If this were done on a Friday most of what I'd be doing is hanging out down at the bar with pals LMAO

So yeah! hope you enjoyed this lil' self-indulgent "talk about myself for 20 minutes" post （￣︶￣）↗　If anything I hope it offers some kind of solidarity to the other pals out there who need 27390572309 forms of stimulation to get through the day LMAO

(also not recommending anyone live the way i do, my back hurts, my sleep schedule is fucked and my brain is fried（*゜ー゜*）let's all hold each other accountable and remember to check our postures, stand up and stretch every hour, and stay hydrated <3 ).

[jaybird-fanfics]

Villain Roommate |Chapter Nineteen|

"What are you doing?" You ask, still in shock from his actions. He was still hugging you, he felt...warm. "Just shut up and relax." Dabi muttered. You didn't know why, but your arms rose, and wrapped around him as well. "Good, now just focus on your breathing." Your eyes slowly close, and you did as he said. You breathed in and out slowly. "That's it." Dabi says, surprisingly softly. He didn't know why he was doing this as much as you did. But he was. "Thank you." You suddenly say. "For what?" He asks.

"I just didn't want you going back to that state before at your work." You silently agreed. You didn't want to feel like you did back then ever again. What you couldn't figure out, is why him of all people was so comforting in this moment. "I think I'm ok now." Dabi pulled away as soon as you said that. "Alright. Now, let's get a drink. I'm stressed as fuck right now, and need to relax a little myself." Dabi walks away from you. "How are we going to do that? You can't exactly go out to a bar anywhere." You ask.

"I saw the wine in your fridge." Dabi says as he looked over his shoulder. "We're you saving it for a special occasion?"

You shook your head no. "One of my coworkers gave me that for my birthday. And I uh, never really got around to it." Dabi gives you a confused look. "Your birthday?" He distinctly remembered that wine was not there in your old house, which means...

"Yeah, my birthday was a few days ago." You awkwardly admit. Dabi hummed in response before pulling out the wine. It wasn't his choice of alcohol, but it will do. "Then, let's celebrate." He popped the top off of the wine before taking to glasses from your cabinets. You didn't have any fancy drinking glasses, but neither of you minded. "Celebrate? Why?" You ask. "How old are you turning anyway?" Dabi asks. "Twenty three, but wait, you didn't answer my question."

"How about you answer this instead." Dabi takes a sip of his drink. "Why didn't you do anything for your special day?" He asks. You walked over and picked up your own glass, you took a sip. It was actually pretty good. How much did your coworker spend on this? Hopefully not too much. "I stopped doing that a while ago, doing something for my birthday that is. I...I was super depressed for a long time. And I just, stopped doing nice things for myself, I felt like I didn't deserve it."

Dabi set his glass down. "And what about now? You still depressed?" You shook your head. "Not as bad, at least. But, I just don't do anything for my birthday." Dabi finished his drink and poured another glass. "I see."

"Easy." You chuckle. "You're going a little fast there, savor your drink."

"Nah, I drink to get drunk. Though, it'll take a lot more than wine to get me drunk." He smirked. "You a lightweight?" You scoff. "Boy please. I can handle my alcohol."

"You said you were stressed, I thought you smoke when you're stressed, not drink?" You took another sip. "I'm trying to drop that habit." You raise and eyebrow. "Drinking isn't a good substitute you know?" Dabi laughed. "No, no it's not."

Things seemed to have calm down between the two of you after that. Though, you couldn't help but to think back on that argument you both had. You really shouldn't had gone as far as to assume something happened to Dabi, in order for him to turn out the way he is. Maybe he didn't have a motive, maybe he was evil simply because he wants to be. Either way, it rubbed you wrong.

You glance at Dabi, who's bored eyes were set on the TV in front of you. You looked down at your hands, fingers awkwardly fiddling together. You sigh, catching Dabi's attention. "Problem?" He asked, not taking his eyes away from the screen. "Yeah..." You mutter. "What is it?" He asks. You weren't sure how you would go about answering him. So, you just came right out and said it. "I'm sorry for assuming something happened to you. It was wrong of me and way out of line." Dabi finally looked at you, his bored expression stayed the same.

"Ok? What else?"

You met his eyes. "That's all. I just wanted to apologize." Dabi rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "You're not totally wrong." You blink in surprise. "You don't have to explain yourself to me. I just-"

"Nah, it's fine. Let's just say...me and you got a lot in common when it comes to shitty fathers." Dabi said before turning his attention back to the TV. You half expected he continue, and he noticed that. "That's all you get for now." He finished. A part of you liked that "for now" part, curious to know more. While another part of you needed to remind yourself that he didn't have to explain anything to you, and that it was really none of your business.

Did you even want to know, like really want to know him? What if he's much worse than he acts already? Curiosity killed the cat, as the saying goes. And it was about to get you murdered. "I'll tell you a little about me if you tell me a little about you." Dabi gave you a look. "I know a lot about you already, don't I?"

"Do you?" You counter.

Dabi shrugged. "Fair enough. Go on then." Were you really about to explain your daddy issues to a villain? Well, telling by what he said, he had some issues himself. You took a deep breath before speaking.

"My father is a business man, to say the least. His quirk isn't anything to look at, but his money is. It's why he's got the position he's got today, he works at the best hero internship in Japan. When he and my mother had me, and when I got my quirk, you could imagine he was eager to basically exploit my powers to the best of his abilities." Dabi Listened as you went on.

"Ever since I got my quirk, he's been wanting me to put it to good use. But not like how my mother wanted me to, he wanted me to become a hero. To make him even more wealthy than he already is. But I refused to go to UA once I was old enough, you could also imagine the disappointment he had for me. But that didn't seem to stop him, to this day, he tries to make me a hero. He wants so desperately for me to become something I'm not."

"Oh and get this. Way back when I was a teen, I told him that I had thought about becoming a doctor. So then I could really put my quirk to good use, like he wanted me to." You felt anger bubble in your chest as you remembered what he told you. "He said, don't you want to become a real hero? Like doctors weren't shit, you know? It didn't take long after that for me to stop wasting my time on him."

You lean back into the couch with a sigh. "And that's my dad story. Your turn." Dabi was silent for a moment or two. He leaned back as well.

"My father, is a complete and utter scumbag...He was an abuser from day one, he's a big reason why I'm doing this whole villain thing. He wanted the perfect child, and he got a failure. So he tried, and tried again...until he finally got it. The perfect child. Then I was nothing to him, nothing but a stain on the family name. I eventually broke down, and left with nothing but the clothes on my back. I faked my own death just to get away from it all."

A dull ache filled your chest at his words, you had no idea. He went as far as to fake his own death. You couldn't help but feel for him.

"Was Dabi always your name?" You suddenly ask. He faked his death, surely he changed his name as well. "No it wasn't." Dabi stood up from the couch and began to walk to his room. Before he closed the door, he said this.

"But, I'll tell you when the time comes."

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[euphoricfuture]

Chapter 1 - The World We Live In

The alarm clock blared, its unpleasant tinny music shattering what had been a very pleasant dream. Vague snatches of the dream involving a faceless coworker played like an old projector winking out in my mind's eye as my waking brain began to take over.

I glanced over at my phone, still playing its rendition of Pumped Up Kicks with far too much enthusiasm for 6am. I’d picked the song with the hope it would get me moving… but now I just hated the song.

With a sluggish movement, I silenced the alarm and stumbled out of bed, a huge yawn escaping my body involuntarily as I opened my bedroom door. As I padded down the hall to the bathroom,I heard the sound of the shower running… and what I could only place as a quiet moan mixed with a low buzz emanating from one of the bedrooms.

I enter the shared bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. I couldn't help but notice it was becoming more common for share houses to have open door policies in spaces like this. It made life more convenient, not to mention fun for all involved.

As I walk in, I see the shower in full use, steamed up, obscuring whoever is inside and deciding to start brushing my teeth. A small tinkling singing is coming from the shower and I recognize the voice of my housemate, Amanda.

As the shower turns off, I hear Amanda step out and onto the mat.

"Pass me a towel?" she asks, her nakedness on full display. I hand her a towel, my eyes lingering on her curves glistening in the morning light and the droplets of water cascading down her skin. Her round face is framed with wild curly hair, and the biggest smile I’ve ever seen, spreading infectious energy and laughter wherever she goes. As she dries herself off, I can't help but feel a sense of warmth. Having moved in only a month ago, we have already become fast friends.

“Done with the shower?” I ask, beginning to strip off.

She turns to me with a sheepish smile, “Sorry! I didn’t realise you were waiting!”

"Don't be sorry," I say with a grin. "I was just getting distracted by the sight of you in the shower." Amanda laughs and playfully swats my arm, then wraps the towel around herself.

"See you later," she says as she brushes past me, her skin still warm and damp from the shower. I catch a whiff of her sweet scent as she walks past. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy that I couldn’t linger at home and flirt with Amanda all day.

—

After my shower I towelled off and started buttoning up my work shirt, but left the towel around my waist and headed down the hall, passing the open door of my housemate, Stacy, and her now familiar moaning and the sound of a wand. I poked my head in the door to see Stacy lying on her back, her legs spread wide, a vibrator in her hand.

"Looks like someone's having a good time," I said with a teasing smirk, leaning against the doorframe. 

She didn't even bother to acknowledge me, her focus on the pleasure she was experiencing. I shook my head and continued down the hallway.

I made my way down the stairs, made some toast, and sat down on the couch to scroll through my social feeds for the morning. As I flipped through my social media feeds, I couldn't help but notice the plethora of sexually charged posts from my friends and acquaintances.

My friend from high school, had posted a story on instagram talking about makeup while sitting on a vibe. Another friend had posted a boomerang of her sucking on a dildo with the caption "I love the way it feels in my mouth 😉".

My attention was then caught by a video posted by my housemate, Amanda, singing a sultry rendition of a popular love song while wearing a sheer nightie that left little to the imagination. The comments were filled with compliments on her voice and her beauty, but there were also several explicit messages from admirers expressing their desire for her.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of arousal as I watched her sway to the music, her curves accentuated by the delicate fabric. I had always found her attractive, but seeing her in such a provocative state ignited something inside me that I couldn't quite explain. It was as if the sexual freedom that permeated our living situation had seeped into my consciousness, making me more open to exploring my own desires.

Shit. I realised I had been watching my friends' stories too long, idly masturbating and I would be running late for the train. With no time to put pants on, I grabbed my bag and made a run for it.

I was embarrassed. Although indecency laws were repealed, it was still not commonplace to see a man streaking for the train... still it was ordinary enough that I saw a girl out for her morning jog wink at me as I passed, my junk flapping in the wind.

I blushed as I hardened at the sight of her naked body, but I'm sure she enjoyed my manic show as I flew past.

As I got closer to the train station, I noticed that the streets were bustling with activity. People of all shapes, sizes on their morning walks and commutes, some fully clothed, others not so much. 

I finally reached the train station with a moment to spare, dashing into the carriage, huffing and puffing from the sudden burst of activity. It took a moment for me to catch my breath and my boner to recede.

Once I had regained a handle on myself, I finally set to looking for a seat on the crowded train. Most of the passengers looked bemused looking at me in my work shirt, no pants. Goddamnit... work still had a business attire rule at the moment - I'd be chewed out for sure showing up with nothing.

On the bright side, there were a few people engaging in sex acts on the carriage, so I didn't feel entirely alone

I finally found a seat across from a very attractive young lady. As I sat down my eyes drifted over the curves of her clothed body and my boner began to emerge. I blushed and tried to look away, but instead she wordlessly revealed her beautiful tits to me. I started throbbing almost immediately, and she watched on as I slowly stroked, looking at her.

She seemed to be enjoying the show, though, as she sat there with a sly smile on her lips. It was a tantalising game of cat and mouse, and I wasn't sure who was winning. I desperately wanted to cum all over her.

The announcement for my station came not after long. I'd have to finish this later...

I stepped onto the platform, gazing at more naked women as I made my way down to the street from my platform

Nudity had become so much more commonplace near the city here. Everyone I passed checked me out at least a little, but I especially loved those who flashed back. As I continued down the street, I saw more and more people engaging in sexual acts. There were couples making out on benches, people masturbating in public, and people up against the walls their partners sliding into them.

I couldn't help but get caught up in the erotic atmosphere of the city. It was as if sexual energy was pulsing through the air, making my heart race and my cock throb with anticipation. I passed by a group of women who were grinding on each other, their bodies glistening with sweat in the sun. They didn't even spare me a second glance as I walked by, so absorbed were they in their own pleasure.

Further down the street, I saw a man jerking off in a doorway. He locked eyes with me as I passed by, and I could see the pleasure etched on his face. 

As I walked, I began to notice more and more people staring at me, their eyes flickering down to my exposed lower half. Some of them flashed me, showing off their own bodies in a show of mutual exhibitionism. Others simply touched themselves, fingers rubbing over nipples or slipping between thighs. 

There were even some purpose built alcoves where I saw naked torsos begging to be used. I stopped to admire the backside of a woman, her legs spread, and the glint of wetness between them. My cock twitched as I saw a woman dressed in business attire get to her knees in front of her and began to lick. My hand had drifted down and I began to absent mindedly stroke to the scene, not caring I was in the middle of the street.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned to see a woman smiling at me. "Enjoying the sights?" she asked, her hand moving down to my exposed groin. I felt a surge of arousal as she stroked me, and I nodded my head in response. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Want to come with me? I'm about to go to the park for some morning fun."

I hesitated for a moment, my brain beginning to switch off as she continued to stroke me, looking at my face with a burning desire. "I- I really should be getting to work." I stammered out. "What a shame - that thing would look so pretty in my mouth..."

She gave my cock one last sensuous stroke, and walked away. I watched her retreating figure with a mix of regret and relief - but I couldn’t just not show up at work.

[ofieugogyshz]

🌟 + the Johto Elite Four? /genuine, lighthearted

Send a 🌟 + name and I’ll talk about my self insert’s bond to that character!

oh man i had so much fun with brainstorming this stuff back when i made Our Love Is Here To Stay. will constantly be referring back to this fic as i talk about them

Will - I made him kinda showboaty and full of himself in my fic lol, but also i feel like that's kinda true about his character, from what i remember off the top of my head. Also weird vibes. Like, once, when I was a teen, I think I dreamt that he had a crush on me and wanted me to date him instead of Lance? So I kiiiiiindaaa very subtly snuck that into the background lore of the fic. I think Riya was the only one I've told that to so far, outside of whenever I probably posted that on my devart journal when it first happened lol?. Basically, he's just Lance's coworker to me.

Bruno - Love this guy, or well, the way he came out in the fic. Basically kinda borrowed a smidge from pokemas' direction with his character, but also the idea that he's also one of those cheerful loudboxes with how often he shouts HOO-HAH! or something :p Canonically, I don't think he'd be as big of a softie as I wound up writing him, but it was too funny not to think about him being like that. He's always very nice and sweet with me and greets everyone loudly. He was also the one who won all the betting pools on when Lance and I would date/propose/etc. Everyone overthought it, he just synthesized gossip info from the pokecen/league employees. He's kinda like that boisterous loud uncle who would also get very serious if someone tried to hurt you? But mostly we just enjoy having Pokemon battles together a lot and sometimes he shares his food with me if I'm waiting for Lance at the Pokemon League.

Karen - I love Karen!!!! I forget where the hell I got the idea that she was canonically a model/fashionista of some sort, but you can't tell me that's a wrong headcanon to have. She's that work bestie-in-law kinda thing except it's my husband's work but my bestie when i go there. She'll share devious little secrets about Lance with me, especially in the early/dating years, though by now there's less she could share that I wouldn't already know/believe. She still tells me when he's done something embarrassing (for him) and then I get to just later be like "So, honey... about <redacted event>?" "I really wish Karen didn't catch that =_="

When Lance and I were first dating/almost dating, she was very supportive and helpful for basic dating/beauty/appearance tips. c: She also sometimes envies us, because she hasn't had a lot of long-term relationships that worked out because of her position/goals/life ambitions and beliefs.

Koga - embarassing old man co-worker that you tease your husband about him becoming. Koga and I have battled enough, from when he was originally a Gym Leader and again after his promotion to the E4, that he respects me as a Pokemon Trainer. But it took awhile for him to start seeing me as a grown-up adult from when I most battled him as a kid and teen. We have a fairly amicable relationship overall, as far as the coworker vs coworker's wife dynamic goes. He's this cool but sometimes embarrassingly out of touch old guy I know and I'm some person who can help translate his teenage daughter's mysterious ways!

Thank you so much for asking about them! I absolutely love getting to talk about them whenever I can on a meta level bc of the fic I wrote, bc I went from being like "yeah sure they're characters may as well include them" to "this is my husband's squad of coworkers and everyone in this group is embarrassing to each other in some way shape or form."

[authorautumnbanks]

A Thousand Days With You (6)

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"That idiot actually listened."

Kagome sighs as she adjusts her backpack. "You really shouldn't talk about your guardian like that Megumi-kun. Satoru just worries."

"About the wrong things," he retorts, leading the way to Jujutsu High. He takes his red tie off and stuffs it in his pocket. "He's been even more insufferable lately."

"Oh? I can talk to him if you want." She frowns. If Satoru is being awful, then she should say something. Right now, Megumi-kun is her student and when she starts at Jujutsu High, Satoru will be her coworker. She doesn't want to work with a man who is mistreating the children he promised to take care of.

Megumi slants a glance her way. "He's been pushing me too hard at training. Even knocked me into the sky."

"WHAT?" Kagome shakes her head. Oh, absolutely not. "That is far too high for any human to go. Your bones are far too weak to handle falling from the air."

"I–what?"

"Don't worry Megumi-kun, I'll have words with Satoru." Maybe she shouldn't give him his gift then. What on earth could he be thinking? "If there is anything else troubling you, you can always come to me." She smiles at him as they make their way up the steps.

Thank Kami she wore some flats today.

"Uhh... sure?" Megumi turns his head away. "The higher-ups like to meet over here. I think. I've never had to meet with them, but Gojo always comes from here."

"Oh, thank you!" She slides her backpack off and reaches inside. "Hold on, I got something for you." She pulls out a box and hands it to him.

"What is this?"

"A gift. I went to visit some old friends the other day, and I thought you would like it." She gives him a lopsided smile. "Especially with how clumsy you were the other night. It wouldn't do well for you to lose your balance so much when you're out on the field."

Megumi's face turns pink. He scoffs. "I'm not that clumsy. It was a one off and I didn't mean to ruin your date." He grips the box and then lifts it. "A necklace?"

Kagome taps the necklace. "They say these are made of the teeth of a dragon. And this chain is created from the wings of bat demons." She chuckles. "Allegedly anyway. But it's rumored to help you stay light on your feet."

"Oh? Okay." He slides the necklace on and then quirks a brow. "What the..."

"Keep that on when you go on missions," she interrupts, zipping the backpack and sliding it back on. "Well, I guess I shouldn't keep them waiting much longer. I'll talk to Satoru the next time I see him."

"He's probably here. Or if he isn't, I bet he'll be here when you get out of your meeting."

Kagome blinks. "Well okay. I'll stick around a bit and see if I can't catch him. He really shouldn't be launching you in the sky." She waves goodbye and heads into the building. The hairs on her arm stand up. She bites the inside of her cheek. So, these are the higher-ups? They don't even show their face.

It's unnerving.

But, she deals with Sesshomaru on a regular basis. This is no biggie.

And yet there is something about how these elders of Jujutsu society hide behind these doors and how dimly lit the room is. If they are to be the backbone of society and to keep the order, why do they hide their faces?

"Higurashi Kagome?" A voice that sounds like a cat whose tail just got stepped on calls. "How do you know Gojo Satoru?"

Huh?

"I'm Megumi-kun's teacher. And Satoru is his guardian. That's how we met." She keeps her hands uncrossed. Surely that isn't what they want to know.

"He recommended you for special grade."

She can hear the but suspended in the air.

"But none of your abilities are worthy of being special grade. Despite what he may think."

"With all due respect, what does my grade have to do with me teaching the students?"

Another voice speaks up, "What other abilities do you have?"

"I only have what Satoru reported." She shrugs. "My powers are effective in taking down special grades because of the nature. But I can see why you wouldn't want to classify me as such." No way in hell is she going to tell them everything she can do. There's something wrong with these higher-ups. Maybe it's because they refuse to show their faces.

Or maybe it's the suffocating, cursed energy warping the room.

Or maybe it's Satoru's warning in her head telling her not to reveal everything.

"We will employ you on a probationary period—"

"That's not going to work with me." She swallows the sigh she so desperately wants to let loose. "I'm either employed or I'm not. I'm fine staying at the school I am teaching."

"We cannot allow you to just run rampant."

She smiles despite the anger brewing in her stomach like a woken dragon. "I would be better suited putting my powers to work here, but I can't do a probationary period. My bills don't care about that." She shrugs. "Besides, it's like you said. I'm not suited for special grade. My powers aren't destructive on a full scale. But healing and teaching is something I can do."

They converse amongst one another before electing a new speaker. "Semi-special grade. Your healing is valuable, but you cannot take out a country. This is more than generous. Do not become greedy and seek things outside your worth."

"... Right." She fiddles with the strap. "Are we done? Because I actually have gifts for everyone."

"Gifts?"

"Just some charms. I have a couple different ones." She slides her backpack off and digs around for the charms. "It's nothing fancy. But growing up as a priestess, it's hard to break the habit." She sets the different charms on the ground. "You can take a look after I leave, so you don't have to show me your face."

"... You got us gifts?"

"It's the proper thing to do." She slides her backpack on and waits for them to dismiss her. If she knew they were going to be such dicks, then she would have chosen something less helpful, but it's fine.

It's fine.

Okay, it's not fine. She's barely keeping her temper in check. Can they speed this along? She still needs to tear Satoru a new one for mistreating Megumi-kun.

"You are dismissed," the voice that sounds like a hurt cat says. "And one last piece of advice. Watch yourself around Gojo Satoru."

She keeps her face blank and dips her head in acknowledgment. "I'll keep that in mind." She heads out of the building and stops. How long has he been out here?

"Did they give you a hard time?" Satoru asks, reaching for her backpack. She sidesteps him. He pouts. "I can carry that for you."

"Never mind that. Did you knock Megumi-kun into the sky?"

"I–what?"

"Did. You. Knock. Megumi-kun. Into. The. Sky?"

"His feet barely left the ground." He chuckles as he grips the back of his neck. "Did they give you special grade status?"

"No. They gave me semi-special grade." She matches his steps, or maybe he matches her strides. "Megumi-kun could have been seriously injured. Humans can't just handle falls like that."

"I mean... he knows how to reinforce his body with cursed energy so he could handle the fall." He jerks back. "I mean... he tripped and saw the sky that way."

"I don't believe you. And to think I got you a gift."

"You got me a gift?" He crowds her space. "Whatcha get me? A date?"

"You want me to hook you up with someone?"

"No."

"Then what are you—"

"Is it in your backpack?" He goes to unzip the bag. "Ya know, semi-special grade isn't a thing. So, they made it up for you."

"Hands off the bag." She smacks his hands. "I got everyone gifts."

"Ugh," he groans. "I thought we had something special." He zips the bag up and pouts. "Any more dates this week?"

"Probably not," she admits. "Mori-san was nice and all, but a bit boring."

"Not your type? Bet it was the shit hair."

Does she have a type?

She purses her lips together, racking her brain. "I guess my type is someone strong and reliable."

"I'm the strongest."

She smiles and pats his chest. "Yeah, someone strong and reliable. Not too possessive, but a little unhinged." Kagome sighs. "I basically want a fictional man or a demon." Not to mention, any man she ends up with has to somehow go through Sesshomaru, and what man can stand up to him?

She should just start collecting cats now at this rate.

"... I can be a demon?"

"What? You always say the silliest things." She snorts. "Oh, is this the clinic?" It smells like a hospital. That distinct clean scent mingled with medicine.

"Yeah," Satoru replies, sounding a bit down.

"Are you okay?" She stands on her tiptoes and presses a hand to his forehead. He doesn't feel warm, but his voice is off. He must be pushing himself too hard. "Do you want me to check you out?"

"You can check me out any day. Any time. Any place."

Oh dear, this is bad. She removes her hand and leads him into the building. A woman with long brown hair turns and raises her eyebrows.

"Sorry for barging in here. I'm Higurashi Kagome." She gestures to Satoru. "Satoru doesn't seem to be feeling the best."

"He isn't, is he?" the woman says. "Well, Satoru, why don't you hop up on the table?"

"Since when do you have jokes?" Satoru grumbles, getting on the table. He unwraps the bandages around his eyes and stares at her.

His eyes are so blue it hurts to look at him. Wait. Is it his eyes that are bothering him?

"Sorry..."

"Call me Shoko. You're the new teacher, right? Satoru told me all about you."

He did?

"Shoko, sorry. I think it might be his eyes that are bothering him."

"Oh, are you going to give him an energy massage?"

"NO!" Satoru yells, startling Kagome. "I mean, not right now. Later. Like at my place or yours. Not here."

Kagome nods her head. She gets it. Even at the school, he must not want to show any weakness. "Okay, later if you need it. But I'm going to look at your eyes." She'll have to give him his gift even though he doesn't deserve it for being so rough with Megumi-kun. It should help lessen the strain on his eyes. Kagome cups his face with her palms.

His face is hot.

He wasn't hot before. That's not good.

"Hold on. This shouldn't take that long," she murmurs, closing her eyes. Not that she needs to have her eyes closed to concentrate... but Satoru's eyes are really freaking blue and looking at them makes her want things she shouldn't. Getting involved with a coworker is a recipe for disaster.

Besides, someone like Satoru probably has a harem of women. He seems like the type. He's a bit too attractive not to.

"I just need to take it easy," he replies, voice low.

"Do you always put that much pressure on your brain?" She pulls away with a frown on her lips.

"I've told him about frying his brain and repairing it as though it is nothing," Shoko quips. "But Mr. Strongest doesn't listen to anyone."

"I always listen to you," Satoru says, rolling his eyes. He reaches for his bandages, but Kagome places her hand on his. "Did you want to do it for me?"

"No," she deadpans. "But I'll give you your gift now, even though you don't deserve it." She sets her backpack down and rummages around for his gift.

"How much stuff did you fit in there?" he jokes.

"Enough." She pulls out the gift bag with his name on it and hands it to him. "Put that on." She bends down and looks for the gift she got for Shoko. "Here you go Shoko. I knew there was a healer, but Satoru didn't tell me much, so this gift is a little more general." She hands over the box.

"Thank you," Shoko says, pulling out the charm. "An energy one?"

"I figured you could use all the energy you can get if you have to heal everyone all day. That must get tiring."

"You know, Kagome, it does get tiring."

"As nice as this girl talk is," Satoru drawls, "Kagome, why didn't you tell me you were into bondage?"

"Oh, so that material is made of the skin of bat demons. Allegedly. It's probably just super durable material. But it should be better than those bandages."

"... Allegedly?"

"Demons don't exist." She shrugs. "Growing up on a shrine, Gramps always exaggerated things and I guess it rubbed off on me."

"So, this isn't a bondage thing?"

"It's for your eyes." She shrugs her backpack back on. "Where are the students? I got them charms too. Megumi-kun already got his gift. And I still need to meet with the principal."

"But the bondage—"

"THANK YOU!" Shoko says, blocking Satoru from view. "You have no idea how much I value this charm. I'm going to need it."

Kagome beams. "Of course! I love making them."

"You know what I love—"

"And I would like," Shoko interrupts, "to see what all this fuss is about these energy massages. I've never seen Satoru so... invigorated."

"Shoko," Satoru hisses.

"Well, we can do one now if you want? I know Satoru wants privacy for his."

"Don't you have a meeting with Yaga?"

"This won't take long." Kagome waits for Shoko to set the box down and then reaches for her hands. "Let me know if you feel funny. Satoru had a weird reaction to it."

"I bet he did," Shoko says, not elaborating on what she means by that.

These Jujutsu sorcerers are weird. Whatever.

Kagome smiles and instructs Shoko to close her eyes. Her energy isn't nearly as twisted up as Satoru's, but it feels almost limp. Fragile. No, tired. Her energy feels depleted. That's really not good. It's no wonder Shoko's skin is so pale, she almost looks like a person imitating a zombie.

Even Kikyo had more color when she was half alive.

"How long is this going to take?" Satoru whines.

Kagome opens her eyes and lets go of Shoko's hands. "How do you feel?"

Shoko holds out a hand in front of her and blinks. "I... wow." She glances at Satoru and rolls her eyes. "Not like that. But I feel so much better." There's color to her face. A zest that wasn't there before. "Satoru leave."

"I think the fuck not."

"Leave," Shoko reiterates. "I feel like I can get so much work done." Shoko's energy is practically leaping off of her. "Kagome, you can stay if you want, but Satoru gets in the way."

"I go where Kagome goes."

"Maybe next time," Kagome says. "I still need to meet the principal and give the students their gifts. And I need to think about dinner," she mumbles the last part.

"Dinner at my place. We can go home together. I'm done with missions for the day." Satoru hops off the table and takes her hand in his.

Shoko snorts.

"For your massage?" She worries her bottom lip between her teeth. "Are you close to my apartment?" Kagome looks over her shoulder. "Bye Shoko!"

Shoko waves goodbye as the door closes. Is it just her imagination or did Satoru slam that door shut?

"It's on the other side of town, but I can always take you home. No need for you to take a train."

"I'd rather do it over the weekend then. This is already taking longer than I anticipated."

"I could always come for you."

Come for...? Did she hear him right?

"You can come over?"

"... Yeah, I can come to you and make dinner for both of us as a thanks."

Kagome mulls over his words. The massages don't take that long to do and they don't really take too much out of her. But does she want Satoru over tonight? She's got a lot to do. "How about this weekend?"

"I thought you didn't have any more dates this week."

"The blindfold looks nicer than those bandages. You shouldn't have to worry about cleaning it unless you really want to throw it in the washer. Should be self-cleaning and it should repair itself if it gets damaged."

"What kind of blindfold is this?"

"What do you mean? Are there different types?"

"I can pick out some different ones if you'd like."

Kagome cocks her head to the side as she comes to a stop right before the field where the students are training. "No need. I don't need a blindfold. My eyes aren't sensitive like yours." She waves at the students, silently beaming at the Panda. The Panda reminds her of the demon world even though she knows it's not a demon, but a cursed doll or something like that.

"This is Higurashi Kagome," Satoru says. "She'll be starting here soon... did they give you a date?"

"No, but I figure the principal will tell me." Kagome smiles warmly at the boy with the dark bags under his eyes. There's something different about him compared to the others. She blinks at the curse. It doesn't seem to be hurting the boy. No, it seems to be warning her off instead.

Interesting.

Kagome looks away and smiles at the young girl with the green hair.

"What happened to your bandages?" the girl asks.

"Kagome got me this blindfold."

"Speaking of which, I got everyone charms. You can pick out the ones you think you might need." She pulls out the extra charms and holds them out.

"Do I get a charm?"

"I got you a blindfold," Kagome chastises.

"What grade are you?" The girl asks, taking one of the strength charms.

"Semi-special grade," Satoru answers. "I recommended you for special grade, though." He pouts.

"Does it really matter? It's not as though it defines me."

"Heh, I like her," the girl says.

"Seems much nicer than Gojo-sensei," the panda says.

"You guys are traitors," Satoru deadpans. "Anyway, this is Yuta, Maki, Toge, and Panda. They're first years. Which I am in charge of first years, and they could show a little more respect for their awesome teacher."

"No," they all say, much to Kagome's surprise.

"Will these work like the necklace Megumi got?" Yuta asks.

"What kind of gift did Megumi get?"

"He got a pretty cool necklace with some fangs. I tried to trip him when we were sparring, and it was as though he couldn't fall."

"Kagome, don't get mad," Satoru says, taking his blindfold off. "Just want to test something."

"Why would I get—"

Boom!

Did he just blow up the blindfold she got him? Kagome sucks in a breath and plasters a smile on her face. The black material floats down into Satoru's palm and stitches itself back together.

"What kind of blindfold is this?"

"What else can these charms do?" The students drown out Satoru's question and crowd around her. Kagome chuckles, despite the feeling of unease in her gut. Maybe she went a bit overboard with these gifts.

"It's getting late. Can you point me in the direction of the... what?"

"I am so stressed out. I can't wait until this weekend." Satoru grips the blindfold in his fist. His eyes are wild. He looks as though he is going to bust. He really should take it easy.

"You know, Satoru, maybe you shouldn't take on so much work."

"It's not work that has me stressed."

"Who cares if you're stressed," Maki says, "Stop hogging Higurashi-sensei."

Kagome smiles weakly. Doesn't look like she'll be making it home anytime soon.

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A/N: Kagome may have done the impossible and got the higher-ups on her side lol. Wishing everyone a wonderful week ahead! Stay warm and make sure you drinking plenty of water and taking breaks. It's cold season. Don't wait for your body to tell you that it needs a break. I'm gonna share a snippet below of what is to come and it should answer some questions (hopefully) about this fic.

"Hold her arms back," Satoru says, grabbing a fistful of hair. He grins down at Kagome, with her mouth full of his cock. He'll never get tired of fucking her face.

Never get tired of the way her lips wrap around him, so pink and full. Kami, she's beautiful.

"Heh," Suguru grunts out. "Someone enjoys being bound." His hair sticks to his forehead. Every thrust of Suguru's hips rocks Kagome towards Satoru.

"This is bullshit," Nanami grounds out, from the side. Satoru looks over at him and grins big and wide. He fucks Kagome's mouth harder, enjoying the way she gags each time he hits the back of her throat.

"Ooh what's wrong Nanami?" He teases, laughing internally at the way Nanami struggles against the bindings. "I don't think Nanami is having a good time, Suguru."

"He should learn his place and watch. He's not worthy to fuck her yet."

Kagome makes a noise of indignation because she's sweet like that. She likes Nanami too or some shit like that.

"Oh, did you want a taste?"

Nanami glares as he spreads his legs.

Satoru barks out a laugh. What a pervert.