#but i forgot LOL so pretend it's been this way the whole time

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[sukirichi]

WHEN I SEE YOU AGAIN | G. SATORU x READER

You’ve been pretending not to see ghosts your whole life in order to blend in perfectly, but you can’t ignore the cute ghost with a bright smile standing in front of your door.

cw. ghost! gojo. fem! reader. minimal fluff. graphic depictions of murder. angst. hurt no comfort. mentions of grief. mentions of being under the influence (alcohol and drugs.) characters with depression. unedited.

notes. wrote a lil something for gojo since it’s been a while since i wrote any jjk fics and i missed it :( also should i open requests again? i miss writing one shots lol

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You met him on the first night of winter.

Eager to get home after a long and tiring day at work, you blow hot air on your freezing palms to keep them warm before stuffing it deep in your coat pockets. The walk home was less than fifteen minutes, and you’ve always refused to buy a car because you enjoyed the journey and wanted to familiarize yourself more with the city. You previously lived in the outskirts, but after a phone call from the main department telling you you were promoted and had to transfer in the city, you found yourself packing up on the weekend and renting a cheap apartment.

Located in the middle of everything – convenience stores, medical facilities, popular bars, and a quaint looking flower shop with a cute florist – you thought your apartment was perfect. It was a little shabby, you had to admit. The plumbing didn’t work well and electricity got cut off at random times in the night that resulted in a headache because you couldn’t send that damn email, but the landlord offered an extremely cheap rent that you couldn’t refuse. Plus, it was only a few minutes walk from your office and your neighbors were peaceful.

Well, most of them anyway.

Your neighbors consisted of mostly old couples who were so silent and desolate that you often forgot they existed, your eyes widening whenever you saw an unfamiliar old lady walking and asking you how your day was before realizing, Oh, she’s Mrs. Oliver, I completely forgot. Save for the married couple who were always throwing pots and pans at each other because darn Ronald couldn’t put the toilet seat back down, your place was placid. The landlord was ecstatic when you saw her poster and inquired for a unit, muttering something about not getting enough tenants to keep the place going because of ‘a traumatic issue.’

You’d really rather not ask what it was.

Besides, you’ve never been curious enough of what the world has to offer, simply because you see things – or rather fragments of people – that you’d rather not see. Ever since you started seeing ghosts at a young age of four, people avoided you like the plague, calling you a ‘freak’ and whatnot. Your family soon moved away to a much smaller place in the city because they couldn’t handle seeing their child who often talked to ghosts and sat in corners alone while laughing by herself be criticized by others. They didn’t believe you, of course, often calling it a ‘lonely child’s imagination.’ They sent you to multiple therapists who always assured you that they would listen to whatever problems you were having to cause you to be this way.

Unfortunately for them, there wasn’t anything wrong with you. You weren’t lonely at all. You saw a dozen ghosts every day who were always ecstatic at finding out you could see them, and they were more than willing to interact. As a child, you always thought ghosts were more interesting than actual people because they had an unlimited amount of time to converse with you, and they have had so many experiences to share with you. 

When you grew older, however, you started to see yourself in other’s eyes, realization dawning on you that on social norms, you are, indeed, a freak.

Determined to fit in more and also sick of being faced with countless counselors who strongly believed you had a traumatic experience when your whole life has been nothing but bland and plain, you started ignoring them. It wasn’t easy at first, though. These ghosts have always kept you company while everyone gave you the side eye without knowing who you really were, and you admit you felt lonely in the beginning and a little guilty when they were convinced you couldn’t see them anymore.

You participated more in school activities and even joined a photography club in high school (you had to quit a month later because ghosts kept appearing on your photos, and you had to burn them in order not to freak anyone out) and with each baby step you took, you started to fit in more. The proud look your parents had on their faces when you had finally become ‘normal’ and even got an award for being an exemplary student was enough to keep you going on this journey, and you ignored the lonely spirits so hard that you eventually started seeing less and less of them.

Until now.

Standing in front of your door was a young man, his back awkwardly bent and long, beautiful fingers fiddling awkwardly with one another. He stood barefoot yet wore a comfy looking blue university hoodie and grey sweatpants, and his silver hair seemed shiny and healthy enough to  not consider him a homeless man who was lost and simply wandering. Tipping your head to the side, you rack your brain to remember if you had any neighbours like him. 

His head snaps in your direction. 

He is definitely not your neighbour. You would have remembered such a cute looking guy.

He had unnaturally ethereal futures, prominent cheekbones becoming more pronounced when you meet his eyes, and you blink to gain control over your body when you realize you’ve been staring too long than what would be considered acceptable. You don’t even deny you’ve been checking him out, although you do ignore the almost puppy-like way his eyes lit up at the sight of you, causing your heart to jump a little. Just a little. You also liked how his hair complimented perfectly with his pale skin – he seemed like an exact embodiment of winter. 

You walk forward, spinning your keys at the end of your pointer finger. Smiling at him politely, you paused in your tracks. He’d been blocking your door. “Hello, is there something I can help you with?”

No matter how cute he was, you wouldn’t hesitate to break his nose if he was a criminal.

His pretty hands come up to his face to cover his mouth falling open, and you take a step back when he does a little jump and starts laughing. “You can see me?”

“Uhm, yes,” you answer. “You’re blocking my door, so yeah, I can very much see you.”

As if realizing just now he stood in the way of you and your comfortable bed, who was calling out to you by now, he mutters a quick apology under his breath before stepping aside, a goofy grin remaining on his face and his childish behavior makes you scoff in amusement. He was still watching you even after you’ve unlocked your door, and you sigh at him. “Is there any reason you’re still standing outside my apartment, or should I call the police?”

Instead of looking worried like you expected him to, his smile only gets bigger. “Actually, I live here, well… I used to.”

You stare at him blankly with a slack expression on your face, watching as his features turn sheepish. He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. Looking down on his bare feet, you mumble a curse under your breath when you realize he’s hovering. 

“Not again,” you say to yourself before placing a palm against your forehead. It’s been years since you last saw a ghost, why did you have to see them now out of all times? A new branch is opening up and your superiors have given you the project of making sure the launch goes well, and you didn’t really want a ghost bothering you with your biggest task of all time. You worked hard for this promotion, you didn’t want to take one step forward and two steps back. Glaring at the undeniably attractive ghost who still hovered in your doorway, you decided he wasn’t your problem. 

“Well, goodnight.”

You slam the door on him and trudge towards your bedroom, ignoring his “Wait!” as you unwrap the red scarf around your neck and plop on your bed almost lazily, moaning when your stiff muscles finally relax. The bed was so soft and warm because you’d left the heater on accidentally, and you’re about to be sent to dreamland when a voice beside you speaks up.

“You should take off your makeup before going to bed.”

Opening your eyes and coming face-to-face with the ghost who was resting his chin in both of his hands and laying on your bed, you grab a pillow and throw it at him, and he grins when the object goes past him completely. “Get out of my house, stop bothering me!”

“Technically, darling, this is still my house,” he tells you and starts sitting up before crossing his legs. “The unit was still named after me before you came.”

“Then why wasn’t I informed about that?”

“I was murdered here four years ago,” he deadpans, soft voice flitting into a murmur as he plays with his fingers again, refusing to look at you. “That’s why I never left. Judging from what you said earlier, you can see ghosts, and you know exactly why we’re still here.”

Swallowing a lump in your throat, you stumble over your words. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know and–”

“It’s quite alright,” he shrugs. 

Silence soon joins the two of you; the ghost playing with the ends of your blanket with a far-off look in his face while you study his features, and something tugs at your heart. The reason why ghosts remain here instead of passing on like they were supposed to was because it meant someone was still holding on to them and absolutely refused to let go, or if they had unfinished business that needed to be resolved before they could go in peace. You’ve met ghosts like him who were murdered, and all of them remained with a seething rage and insatiable need for revenge, unable to accept that there wasn’t much they could do in their state. 

As for the one sitting in your ghost, a small smile tugs at the end of his pink lips as he takes in your bedroom, amusement dancing in his eyes at the amount of stuffed animals you had and some framed photos of you as a child. 

“You decorate much better than me, and you’re a lot more organized, too. This place was such a mess back when I was still alive.”

There was an unmissable hint of sadness behind his voice, and you can’t help but ask his name. “I’m Satoru,” he grins, “and for the record, I’ve always been here, just floating through time and space, but not the afterworld yet. For some reason, ever since you arrived, I just appeared back where I left off.”

You nod and take in his words, noticing how he clears his throat and sends a sheepish look your way. “If it’s not too much of a bother, can I ask for your help?”

“What is it?”

He stands up and heads toward your desk, although you supposed it was his since the furniture had already been here before you came. You didn’t think too much about it back then and only felt grateful that you had one less piece of furniture to buy, especially since it was empty. Apparently not, because Satoru keeps digging around through your files with his tongue peeking out his lips, and you vaguely recall that ghosts are able to touch things after feeding off of energy from living beings.

Letting out an ‘aha!’ when his hand finally lands on what he’s looking for, he tenderly places a photo on your outstretched palm with a shy smile. Inside the photo was a beautiful man, probably in his mid twenties, his hair up in a messy bun as he grinned at the camera. Beside him, Satoru’s eyes are closed with his head thrown back in laughter, relishing the feeling of that warm sunny day, and you unconsciously frown at it.

“His name’s Suguru,” he began, his eyes turning glossy at the sight of the polaroid. “He was my best friend before I died.”

Pursing your lips and feeling the tension thicken the room, you ask him, “Why are you telling me this?”

“He’s the reason why I can’t go,” he admits, shoulders dropping while his eyes remain trained on her. “He blames himself for everything and refuses to accept that I’m gone, that’s why I’m still here.”

You remain silent and take a deep breath, your head pounding at the situation. It was a beautiful first night of winter, the perfect weather for you to do your work from home while nestling a cup of hot cocoa in your hands, yet it seems your plans changed and you have to help this ghost out. A part of you wants to reach out and embrace him in a hug, but you know you’ll only end up stumbling on your own feet and clearly, Satoru wants to move on to the next chapter of his journey.

“Can you please tell him I’m okay now?”

When he looks at you like that, shoulders hanging low and an almost shy smile decorating his innocent features, it’s hard to say no.

“I will.”

Through the past few weeks since you’ve met Satoru, your life seemed to light up like a Christmas tree without you noticing. He was a funny guy and often pulled pranks on you, like slamming the cabinets open and closed or leaving your window open in the middle of the night, laughing when you shout at him as your teeth chatter and you slam your windows shut. 

“I could have died from the cold, you idiot!”

He keeps laughing as if he didn’t nearly kill you with hypothermia, “Well, if you die, I guess we’ll be together then,” and even has the audacity to wiggle his eyebrows. You scowl at him and pull your jacket closer to your body, asking what he wants from you because he never goes this far to demand for your attention unless he wants something from you.

“What do you want this time?”

“I wanted to finish that series we were watching the other day,” he pouts rather childishly, “You always tell me not to watch it without you.”

On a particular weekend where you felt like your brains were about to explode from exhaustion due to your work piling up, you refused to wake up until noon, and you felt thankful Satoru knew how tired you were and let you have your much needed rest. When you woke up, a bowl of cereal was already waiting for you in your kitchen island, meaning the reason you felt tired even after that long slumber was because he fed off your energy to give you food.

Feeling thankful for the simple, sweet action, you munched on it happily. It wasn’t anything special and the corn flakes had gone too crusty for your liking, but Satoru’s happiness at you appreciating what he prepared was worth it. After breakfast, you dumped the bowl into the sink and planned to wash it later, opting to flick through Netflix for a good show. Satoru had excitedly pointed at one title that he said he’s always wanted to watch, and the two of you became hooked on it soon enough. Lunch and dinner were both forgotten as you two sat beside each other, your leg against his. Although you couldn’t exactly feel him, his presence was warm.

You and Satoru had been so immersed in the show and unexpected turn of events that time flew by and it was already half past three. He was the first to notice and he jumped from his seat, his hands waving worriedly in a comical manner. “I’m so sorry I made you skip your meals! Aren’t you hungry, you should have some pizza delivered or something.”

Glancing at the clock, you hummed when you realized it was indeed late. You weren’t feeling hungry since you were mostly abeyant, and nothing was open to deliver food around this time anyway. “It’s okay,” you shrug, “I’m not really hungry, and that show is addicting. Oh, and don’t watch it without me! I know you always go ahead when I’m not home!”

Satoru huffs and plops down next to you dramatically, rolling his eyes and taunting you. “Then don’t go to work, Little Miss Manager.”

You poke your finger with his forehead but it only passes through and he laughs, “I need money to survive, idiot.”

“Whatever,” he dismisses and points to your bedroom. “You’ve still got to edit your final draft, so you have to wake up early. Go to bed, don’t worry about the dish, I’ll handle it.”

“Liar, you’ll only feed from my energy so you can play video games!”

“Hey, you can’t blame me!” He counters back as he proceeds to your sink and pumps out soap to the sponge, “You were the one who bought me that console!”

“Only because you kept whining to me how much you wanted it,” you retorted before yawning, and his eyes softened at the sight of you. He rarely gets to see you dressed so comfortably in a loose shirt, cardigan and pajama pants since you were such a busy woman whose fashion sense monotonously consisted of pearl white button-up blouses and knee-length pencil skirts. Prudish and preppy, he thought, but it suits you just fine.  

“You should sleep now,” he reminds you with a nod of his head back to your bedroom, and you obey, simply because your eyes were sore and tired from binge watching. You’re in the process of cocooning yourself under the covers when he calls out in a sing-song voice, “Thank you for the console, by the way. I knew you couldn’t resist me.”

“Shut up!” You scream, and his rambunctious laugh was the last thing you heard before your body wholeheartedly welcomed sleep. 

You’ve been thinking about that day ever since, the moment replaying over and over again in your head, successfully distracting you from focusing on your work. Even your co-workers have noticed that you’re lusterlacking lately, but how could you focus on anything else when you had a charming yet lonely ghost who was waiting for you at home?

For days on end, you can only think about the cheerful and carefree sound of his laugh as if he had so much happiness in his lithe body that he couldn’t contain. Your heart always got tugged in its heartstrings whenever you had trouble falling asleep and he sat beside you in your bed, singing you lullabies and caressing your cheek. You started to feel him now – the gush of air in your skin meant he was pressing onto you, and the more you got attached to him, the more you got confused with your feelings.

He never told you how he was murdered and you never asked, figuring it would be too sensitive for him, and your hands balled into fists each time you remembered he was dead. Satoru is such a precious person who only has too much love to give, and it was completely unfair and outrageous that his life was taken away from him in a single flash. You’ve done your research at work, and only a few articles came up regarding his death. The case remains a mystery and still unsolved until it was completely closed due to lack of leads or suspects, but the police force highly suspected someone had broken in and committed homicide without theft, since not a single belonging of him got touched. They concluded that the murderer was drunk and lost, because he was a well-loved person in their campus, and they couldn’t find anyone who could possibly harbor abhorrence for the sweet boy.

But most of all, a part of you wants him to stay. He frequently asks you if you’ve talked to Suguru, and you always denied it, making up an excuse about how he was hard to find because he graduated years ago. ‘He’s hard to find,’ you would tell him one day, and ‘He doesn’t have social media,’ the next. Even though he told you he majored in Forensics, you couldn’t find anyone in the city. 

It’s a half lie. You never found Suguru, because you never looked for him in the first place.

You know it’s selfish of you to be this way, because you know Satoru wants to move on. He doesn’t say anything about it and keeps laughing instead, but sometimes when he thinks you’re too immersed in your work to notice him, you look at him. Being around you only reminds him of what he no longer has, and one look at him has you knowing he was someone who loved life. Satoru loved to travel with his friends, and he still had so many dreams left unfulfilled that made him feel empty yet desperate to be in the afterworld.

However, it is hard for you to let him go. 

No matter how much you try to fit in, deep inside, you know you will always be too different from the rest. You still struggled with socializing and didn’t have a single friend yet a hundred acquaintances, and you never realized how lonely you were until he came. His smile lit up the whole room and his laugh was melodious, and you don’t think you’ve ever met anyone who cared so much for you. He liked to play games and pull pranks on you quite often, but underneath all that lies a kind heart.

Satoru knows exactly when his jokes go too far and apologizes right away, promising not to do something to upset you again and always doing something entirely new to cheer you up. On nights where you’re feeling absolutely drained or you carried home your anger at your co-workers, you go to sleep without taking off your makeup. When you wake, there’s used wipes in the bin, the hovering boy in your apartment proud of his work. Sometimes you forget to cover yourself in blankets too, plopping on top of the sheets almost lifelessly. It’s in those times that he shows how much he cares for you, and you soon wake up feeling warm surrounded by heavy blankets and freshly cooked breakfast.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were falling for him. It made interacting with him difficult, because you knew you had to let him go, yet you couldn’t.

He watches you carefully and gauges your reaction, waiting to see if you’ll finish the series with him or not. It’s a Wednesday night, or more accurately an early morning on Thursday and the launch happens in less than a week. Logically, it is much better to go back to sleep and refuse, but he is rocking his weight on his heels back and forth, and you realize perhaps he has been lonely since his death too.

“Fine,” you agree, and now he’s bouncing excitedly next to you on your couch as he keeps pressing buttons in your remote.

“You’re the best, you know that?” 

You only hum in response, and Satoru soon becomes lost in the show. Your eyes aren’t focused on the screen – on him rather. Placed on top of your fist lies your cheek as you study his side profile, trying to memorize the slope of his nose and the snow-white hair that keeps falling onto his eyes that makes him flip it to the side every now and then to watch the show. His right leg keeps bouncing up and down, a habit he had when he was anxiously anticipating something, and then stopping before his left leg went bouncing instead, meaning he didn’t like the situation.

Tearing your eyes away from him, you smile sadly when you realize his favorite character had been betrayed. “Did you see that? That freaking woman, he only loved her and she snitched him out like that?!”

Shrugging one shoulder and feeling your eyes become droopy, you reply, “Well, he’s a grave robber, Satoru, he was only nice to her because he liked her. She had every right to mislead him.”

“I don’t understand, but okay,” he relents and leans back, eyes closing before he intertwines his hands behind his neck and murmurs, “I hated the ending.”

“Not everyone gets happy endings,” you add grimly, watching the muscles underneath his hoodie flex at your comment. The two of you remain silent for a few minutes, and plucking up the courage, you breathe in sharply before slowly lowering yourself until your head is on his shoulder. 

You keep yourself still in order not to fall, and your eyes remain fixated on his hand, silently yearning to be able to touch him. If he was alive, would his skin be as warm as his presence? His hand flexes and trails from his lap until it’s beside yours, and you hear him swallow audibly before locking your fingers with his.

A tear falls down your face. You could feel him. 

Satoru hums a familiar tune, and you chuckle happily when you recognize it’s the song he always sings to you to make you sleep, his fingers rubbing soothing circles on your knuckles.

His other hand tilts your chin upwards until you’re looking directly at his eyes. You hold in your breath, his lips only a centimeter away from yours. If you lean forward, you could kiss him… but you don’t. 

“Why are you crying?”

Because I don’t want you to go.

“Nothing,” you lie and offer a forced smile which he notices, but doesn’t comment about it. “I just feel happy.”

He nods slowly before leaning forward, and he gets so close that you can faintly see his freckles that dot across his cheeks lovingly, and your eyes flutter shut when his lips press against yours. Satoru sighs as if he’s been waiting too long to do that, and he is pushing against you so softly, so tenderly, that it almost fits the same atmosphere your heart creates. He is soft in everything he does, from his innocent features and smile that puts the stars to shame, to how he holds you and caresses you. His hand trails from your neck to pull you closer, and you moan when his tongue peeks out and playfully coaxes yours out to play. Tears are streaming down your face when you kiss him back slowly, tongues moving in sync as they danced harmoniously instead of battling each other for dominance. Caressing your face that fits perfectly in his hand, he brushes away your tears with the pad of his thumbs. 

A moment passes before you two are breathing heavily with your foreheads pressed against each other, and the silence is broken when he speaks, his voice coming out raspy and out of breath. 

“Suguru… has been struggling long before I died.”

“What?”

“My best friend… he got into a rough patch. Had troubles with his parents, went down the wrong path, and met dangerous people. I’d heard rumors he was going around skipping class and talking to people I’ve never seen before, but I chose to ignore it. Suguru would’ve told me everything once he was ready. And I was stupid, you know? I saw it. I saw how he stopped smiling, how he’d lost weight. How his eyes no longer looked happy,” Satoru’s hands trembled, the blue of his eyes hauntingly dark. “One night, I overheard him talking to someone on the phone. I’ve never heard him that angry, and I got worried. I wanted to stop him from whatever he’ll end up doing so I invited him over but… Next thing I know, he came over here, drunk and high, and stabbed me until I bled to death.”

You gasp and shudder as you imagine the scene, Satoru lying on his bed as he waited anxiously for his friend. You see him smiling at Suguru excitedly because he’d actually come, but fear replaces it when his friend succumbs to the madness. The image of Satoru drowning in his own pool of blood made you clench your jaw.

“There had to be evidence left.”

Satoru smiles sadly as if to tell you it doesn’t bother him anymore, but you can’t shake it off. How can a man be so blinded in his own misery that he could take his own best friend’s life? “He was a forensics major; he knew how to cover up his crime.”

A pregnant pause fills the room as you furrow your brows, the sound of the cold wind tapping against your windows as you rack your head to make a decision. Now that you knew the truth, you had to tell the police about it, but how would they believe you if there was no evidence found? And if the case was cleared, and Suguru had finally moved on, that means...

“You can ask me to stay.”

“What?” You breathe out, looking at his eyes with sadness pooling in them. He’s smiling, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You pull away from him completely until he’s at an arm’s length away. He doesn’t look hurt by your action but he sighs, reaching out for you and pausing with his hand mid-air when you raise a palm to stop him.

He must’ve known you’re in love with him. Just as he also knows that once he leaves, you’ll be hurt, and he doesn’t want you to feel that.

You shake your head and stand up harshly. The tears now uncontrollable as you slam your bedroom door to his face. You’re slightly thankful he doesn’t come after you and leaves you alone instead. You needed time. Time to think, time to put his needs over yours - time to forget him. Rummaging through the documents on your desk, you keep looking for it until the polaroid is clutched between your fingers, and you silently place it in your handbag.

Tomorrow, you would set things straight.

Suguru Geto was a hard man to find. He’d fled from the spotlight as one of the  best students of his university after Satoru Gojo’s death. The image of his best friend, who was always in high spirits and laughed without a care in the world, covered in his own blood was a sight that scarred him for the rest of her life. 

But there was one more person who hadn’t moved on from that night.

Ieri Shoko, the woman who ran first at the hospital when Satoru’s parents were away for a business trip. She didn’t want to believe it at first. Satoru had always seemed so full of life, so in love with what the world had to offer. He’d been so young – it just couldn’t be. They had to be lying, right?

But when she finally saw her friend’s bloodied corpse on that cold hospital bed, she’d fallen apart.

She went to sleep crying to herself every night, regretting and blaming everything on herself. Her instinct told her it was Suguru who had done this to him. She barged into his dorm room, screaming and flailing, punching the taller man and effectively breaking his nose as she dragged him down by the collar. Suguru was already questioned by the police after Satoru’s murder, but his alibi of being in a bar was factual, and they had proven his innocence after checking surveillance cameras. He was only gone for a few minutes before he appeared on the dance floor all over again, and they believed him when he said he only disappeared to go to the restroom.

Presumably to wash the blood off his hands.

Shoko didn’t believe it. “Tell me you didn’t kill him, tell me!”

Suguru growls, frustrated at her for even accusing him of doing such a horrendous thing, and he feigns his innocence as he pries her hands away from his collar. “I didn’t do it, Ieri, I was at a bar!”

“Bullshit!” She screams, slamming a vase onto the floor and dropping down to the floor as sobs wrecked through her body. “I smelled your perfume the moment I walked in. I know it was you…”

His eyes widened, but he remained silent because she had always been smart and too observant for her own good. He shrugs his collar back into place and goes back to his bedroom, but not before darkly muttering, “I didn’t do it, I didn’t kill him…”

Four years later, and you’re sitting in front of Officer Kento, an intimidating man with empty eyes staring at you hardly, his face devoid of any emotion. He’d been the same officer who worked on Satoru’s case before it was closed. “And why should I believe you? Ghosts don’t exist.”

You snap your head up from your lap to him and scowl, “I just want to help you here, Officer.  You need to re-open this case.”

He abruptly stands up and slams his palm harshly against the desk, his eyes filled with rage as he stares down at you. “You don’t think I haven’t tried before?!”

“Well then, try harder!” You fumed, standing up. “If you don’t resolve this case, he’s going to remain here forever, lost and nowhere to go. Do you really want him to suffer even after his death?”

“How am I supposed to believe everything you say is true?”

Plucking out their polaroid from your bag and shoving it to his chest, you watch as he crumbles piece by piece. He holds the photo tentatively before cradling it to his chest, and what you presumed was a cold-hearted man was actually just a lost person.

“I don’t know why you closed that case, but it isn’t over. He’s still here, and he needs our help.”

You turn away from him to give him peace and wrap your fingers around the doorknob, “Suguru Geto is out there walking freely. You can still make a difference, Sir. It’s not too late.”

Happiness was a concept you believed to be fleeting.

One moment, you are giggling with the ghosts who tell you funny stories and whisper mischievously in your ear the correct answers in your pre-school days, and the next moment you are pressing a hand against your car windows, watching as the only people you considered friends are witnessing you leave without a goodbye.

That feeling comes back again and again, from little moments such as eating lunch with your high school friends and making empty promises to keep in touch after graduation, giggling when a cute boy comes by and asks for your number. But like any other moment in your life where you feel happy, that feeling dissipates as fast as it came.

The bell attached to the door chimes to signal a customer, and the cute florist you met on the first day you moved to this city, Choso, looks up from the pot he’s currently watering. Bowing politely, he sends a pleased smile upon the sight of you.

You tuck a stray hair behind your ear and return the smile back, his musky perfume blending in well with the sweet aroma of flowers as he stops in front of you. “Hi, I haven’t seen you in a long time.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize sheepishly, “Our latest branch just opened downtown, so I was a bit busy with that.”

“Oh, you work for that bookshop everyone’s been talking about non-stop?” You nod and laugh at his question, proud of yourself that the new opening had been successful. The state campus was only three bus rides away, and with the extensive amount of books your bookstore offered, along with its affordable prices, everyone’s been talking about it. “I’m proud of you, it was a success,” he commends, rubbing his dirties hands on his apron before opening the door for you. What can I get you?”

Personally, you thought Choso was a bit too rugged to be working in a floral shop. He always seemed to carry himself in such an awkward manner and had an authoritative yet welcoming aura to him, his shy smiles the highlights of your day. “I want to give it to my friend. Today’s their special day.”

“I see,” Choso’s eyes are already scanning the plethora of flowers he has in his shop, his brows pinching together in thought. “Can you tell me a little bit about them? It’d help to make their bouquet more personal.”

A smile makes its way to your face. “They’re… bright, carefree, innocent, and pure. They almost seem like an angel, if you ask me. I was also thinking about something that represents young love, and… new beginnings?”

You have absolutely no idea what you’re saying. The words coming out of your mouth are beyond your control. You’re sure you’re making a fool out of yourself, but Choso nods understandingly, frows burrowed before he snaps his fingers and turns to you. “White roses describe all of those, but if you want, I can whip up more flowers for you.”

He makes a move to get his scissors and starts listing off flowers with the same meanings, but you run up to him and not so accidentally wrap your hands around his to get him to stop. His eyes widen at your close proximity. You clear your throat and take a step backward, fighting the urge to smile when his cheeks are dusted a fine pink. “White roses itself are fine, thank you.”

He gulps and heads towards the back door, coming out later with a bouquet of white roses. You reach for your wallet before his arm wraps around your wris, his smile wobbly and hesitant. “It’s on the house. You can pay me back with a cup of coffee next time.”

Eyebrows rising at his smoothness, you gratefully accept the flowers and cradle it near to your chest. “A cup of coffee it is.”

Choso chuckles shyly and ducks his head, and you leave the shop with a wave of your hand before walking further and further. Your surroundings shift from the high-rise building and busy streets to a hill covered in trees sprawled out everywhere, flowers blooming and withering at every corner. Sitting down on the soil with your legs crossed, you place the bouquet in front of his headstone, his framed polaroid with Suguru standing in front of you. 

It’s been exactly seven days since you last saw Satoru.

After countless sleepless nights of phone calls from Officer Kento, he’d finally cracked the case with your help. Suguru Geto was found. He’d confessed to all his crimes, his handsome face weary yet relieved. It seemed he’d never once forgotten about that night when he betrayed his friend, and just before he was ushered behind bars, he turned to you. You wished you felt anger towards him for what he did, but there was only sadness. Only regret in his eyes. He looked so tired, so hopeless.

“Thank you,” he said softly, “Thank you for finding me.”

A nod was all you could give. Suguru felt so familiar, yet so strange. You’ve heard tons of stories about him from Satoru, all about their happiest moments together. He’d been his closest friend, the one he shared so many dreams with, and the one who knew him the most. Maybe he knew Satoru wouldn’t fight back once his demons consumed him. Maybe when Suguru was holding his friend’s bloodied hand in the night, he knew – Satoru was never mad at him. He only wanted to save his friend. Maybe he knew Satoru wasn’t completely dead yet, not when he lived in everyone’s heart, and most especially yours.

That night when you returned home, the apartment felt colder than ever. Normally, it would mean a ghost lingered. But there was no longer the sound of Satoru’s humming, and the dishes were left half-washed in your sink. And for the first time in your life, you hated your eyes and how it gave you the ability to see the traces he left behind. 

Because you wished you had enough time to say goodbye. You wish you had told him everything, but the thought of being another tether to the living realm weighed down on you. You couldn’t do that to him. He had to go. For Satoru to truly move into the next life, you had to close your heart and forget him. Just as Suguru’s forgiven himself, and just as Shoko’s accepted her friend’s death - you too had to say goodbye. 

Tears clouded your vision.

The white remnants of his soul sparkled in your apartment. For the last time, you watched as the blue of his hoodie finally disappeared, his hands scrubbing your dishes away fading into nothingness. The plate drops and breaks. Satoru stood, his legs vanishing bit by bit as he saw the running water through his hands. He’d wanted to return your apartment to the way it was before he’d met you, but he knew – his time was running out. He didn’t have energy left to turn everything off.

The water floods your apartment. The new series he’d dearly loved still plays on the TV. 

But he was here – hugged by the earth and decorated with flowers, smiling at you from far away even when you could no longer see him. Placing the bouquet of white roses down at his grave, you smiled at the photo they’d taken months before he died. He still looked just as beautiful – all wide smiles, kind eyes, and soft hands.

To you, he was still alive in your heart.

“I’ll see you around, Satoru.”

[nightmare-niko]

F*cked My Way Up To The Top [Father Charlie Mayhew x reader]

pt.1

Prompts: 2/6/8

Word count: 1457

Warnings: oral! fem receiving, dom! Ish reader— this ones actually kinda just cute lol

A/n: this one was requested but i changed one of the prompts a tiny bit to fit the scheme better! i hope yall still like it tho hehe :3 and also lets pretend that the whip cuts on his back aren't fresh !!! for Y/ns sheets sake...

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The last time you visited Church, you forgot to leave your number. You were too busy trying to sneak out to your car with no one seeing the priest's cum running down your bare (but marked) legs. Charlie had offered for you to stay the night, but you'd rather die than do the walk of shame out of a church in the daylight. When you found out you had a rare three-day weekend you began your planning. It would be unfair for you to show up and cause chaos on a Sunday... again, which is why you chose to dress your best and show up to church on a Monday.

When you strolled into the church, Father Charlie was deep in a conversation with someone you honestly couldn't get less of a shit about. Taking a seat near the back, you watch as Charlie's eyes rake over your form. You shamelessly stare as he gets visibly more and more nervous under your hungry gaze. What power you had over him, it was pathetic on his part. You loved it. The minutes ticked by agonizingly as you watched him. Nothing about the look in his eyes told you he gave a single shit about the person before him. It was honestly extremely amusing.

It wasn't long before he was making his way over to you. "Y/N, I'm surprised to see you back." He slips into the space beside you. Your head reels as his cologne invades your senses.

"I was just so touched by last week's service I had to pay another visit.” You gesture down to your slightly more church-appropriate outfit, "I even dressed modestly.

He hums, eyes darting right to your stocking-covered thighs and pencil skirt, “Are we sure...”

You follow his eyes and flush, “It's not my fault it's cold in here..." You defend.

He laughs quietly, "That's true.” He pauses for a moment before leaning closer. "You think I don't know why you’re here?" His breath is hot against your face.

"You think I don't know you’re itching to get your hands on me?" You’re quick with your response, it shocks him. "You started fidgeting like a schoolboy the moment I walked in.”

You watch as the blood rushes to Charlie’s face, painting the tips of his ears pink. He clears his throat, "Well then, what's your plan?"

"Well, my car is parked out back. So, either we sneak out and go to mine...” you pause in faux contemplation, “or we could risk everyone in this church, hearing us fucking in your office.”

The man before you gasps, you fight to contain your amusement. You try to get up, but he stops you. “What if someone sees?"

"We've been friends since high school, Father. This whole town knows we know each other."

The worry in his brow doesn’t budge, you sigh- “Look, maybe this was a mistake, we can just forget—“ "No- No it—“ he cuts you off, “Well maybe it is but I don’t care. I will repent later, go wait and I'll be out in a few minutes.”

oh god not again

"I won't leave you for thirty minutes again, I promise,” He reassures.

•

You’re 100% sure you blacked out because now you were pulling into your driveway with Charlie in your passenger seat. “Aren’t I just such a gentleman?” You tease.

“Yeah? In what way?” His voice matches your playful tone.

"I drove you to my house before— ya know...” you put the car in park.

“No, I don't know, before what?"

"Before fucking your brains out." You shrug nonchalantly as you pull the key out of the ignition.

“Is that what I did? Fucked your brains out?"

"Yup!" You open your car door, stepping one foot out before turning back to him. "And that's what I'm gonna do to you so— c'mon!”

You skip towards your front door with Charlie right on your trail. It's been a while since you had a man in your house, your body vibrates with anticipation as you unlock your front door.

"You know, one of these days you should let me take you to lunch or something.”

"We'll See," You shrug, shrugging off your jacket. "Behave for me today and I'll let you do whatever you want.” You turn to him, pressing your chest against him, and his hands immediately find their place on your hips.

"I think I like the sound of that~" Charlie leans down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. You revel in the taste of his lips on yours. You didn't know what it was— but something about Charlie was so intoxicating. He was tall, much taller than you— and as your torso pressed against his, you realized he was hard in his slacks. "That's," he groans, pressing his visible bulge into your stomach, "that, darling, is what you do to me."

You hum and take him by the hand to lead him through your house and into your bedroom. He looked good-- When did he not look good? Wasting no time you bring Charlie's face back to yours for another searing kiss.

Charlie's hands greedily pull your neatly tucked blouse out from your skirt. You help him lift it over your head, the chill of the room sending goosebumps up your arms. You quickly pull your skirt and tights down, leaving you in just your white ruffle socks and underwear. Charlie quickly mirrors your actions, ridding himself of his shirt and pants quicker than you had expected— damn he was hot.

Your padded feet patter across the hardwood as you make your way onto your bed. You beckon Charlie over to you with your finger. His strong body towers over you as your back collides with the headboard behind you. His finger trails down the side of your neck, the marks he had left last week were mostly faded— that was no good. His lips greedily work to leave more love bites, you whine.

Raking your manicured nails down his toned chest, he groans against your skin, “fuck.” he sits up to get a better look at you under him, “Let me taste you, baby, please?”

You bring your foot up to his chest, pushing gently to get him on his back, "Beg. Maybe I'll consider." You seductively crawl over to him, sitting on his clothed cock. He revels from underneath you, his hands squeezing at your thighs and ass. You kiss all over his torso as he struggles to form a coherent thought— drunk on you.

“Please— Baby please, I need to taste you.” He slurs, “Sit on my face— suffocate me I don't care. I'll die a happy man.”

You giggle against his skin, nipping at him with your teeth playfully. “How did you know flattery works on me~”

“Lucky guess,” he chuckles.

Charlie desperately paws at you wordlessly pleading for you to end his suffering. You comply— removing your underwear. The moment your dripping cunt was close enough his lips were latched onto you. Kissing licking and biting at you like a starved man, he curses against you again.

The grip on your thighs is almost painful, you are certain he would leave crescent moons on them. You loved it. You rut against his nose as his tongue prods at your hole— you moan theatrically, folding over as the pleasure shoots through your whole body. Charlie sloppily laps at your folds until your legs begin to shake.

Your orgasm takes you by complete and utter surprise. Your vision goes white as Charlie licks up everything gratefully.

“fuck!” you pant, removing yourself from above him to slump onto your mattress. Charlie lay there panting— his face and chest kissed in a deep blush. Your eyes trail down his torso and to his boxers, the grey material soiled with a dark spot. You gasp, “did you?”

“yes,” he shamefully admits, hiding his face behind his arms

“Hey hey no it's okay!” you quickly reassure him. You try to pry his arms away from his face. “C'mon lemme see you, baby.”

“I’m embarrassed,” he mumbles.

You laugh lightly, kissing his arms in an attempt to lower his guard. “That was like the hottest thing I've ever experienced.”

“Really?” he peaks out at you.

“uh— are you kidding??” you exclaim, he fully puts down his arm and you leave a peck on his lips. “stay? Just for a little?”

He smiles tiredly, “You're gonna have a hard time getting me to leave.”

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[runariya]

Vampire jk which abducted reader from a covenience store bc he thinks she's pretty and he won't share. Make it yandere and DARK pls pls

(yandere) part of the prompt game pairing: vampire!Jungkook x f!reader genre: vampire!AU, yandere, dark romance warnings: yandere, obsession, compulsion so kind of non-con, mentions of blood, lmk if I forgot smth word count: 1.775

a/n: hope it's dark enough lol

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There’s something about the way you move, something about the way you exist, something so breakable, so delicate, so utterly fragile in your very being, like a porcelain doll poised on the edge of a shelf, waiting for a hand, just one careless hand, to shatter you into a thousand tiny pieces—shards of glass, glittering remnants of what was once whole but could never be put back together again.

Jungkook watches you, has been watching you for months now, lurking like the monster he is, in the corners of the streets you walk down in the darkening evenings, in the dim alleyways of your naive routine, unnoticed but always there, lingering with an intent that borders on obsession. Your skin is pale, your eyes wide, innocent, doe-like, and your lips are so soft-looking he sometimes wonders what it would feel like to press his thumb against them, feel the warmth of your breath, see if you’d break under the slightest bit of pressure, just snap like a twig in winter, cold and brittle.

It’s funny, he thinks, how you walk through life so unaware, so untouched by the darkness that curls around you, the shadows that creep along the edges of your world, waiting to consume you, and he, of course, is one of those shadows, watching you, biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment, the moment when he’ll take you, make you his.

You’re so beautiful in your naivety, so perfect in your ignorance, and there’s a strange satisfaction in knowing that he’ll be the one to break you, to take that innocence and twist it into something darker, something that belongs to him, something that can never escape him once he’s had his way with it.

It happens on a Tuesday, a drizzly, grey afternoon in the convenience store, where the fluorescent lights buzz incessantly overhead and the air smells faintly of damp vegetables and cheap cleaning products. You’re there, standing in front of a shelf filled with canned soup, your fingers trailing absentmindedly along the labels as you read them with that same curious intensity you seem to give everything else, as if choosing a can of soup could somehow change the course of your life.

He stands a few aisles down, pretending to be interested in some boxed pasta, but his eyes are on you, always on you, drawn to you like a moth to a flame, that simmering sense of possessiveness curling tighter and tighter in his chest while saliva collects in his mouth, fangs protruding just a little.

You’re wearing a light dress today, something floral and soft, something that makes you look even more delicate than usual, and it’s that sight, that perfect, breakable sight, that makes him decide that today is the day, that he’s done waiting, done watching, done hiding like some kind of forgotten nightmare. No, today he’ll take you, and you won’t even know it’s happening until it’s too late.

He approaches you slowly, casually, his footsteps silent on the linoleum floor, and when he’s close enough that you can feel his presence, you turn your head to look at him, those wide, innocent, beautiful eyes locking onto his, and for a moment, just a brief flicker of a moment, you look confused, like you don’t quite know what to make of him, but that’s okay. He’s not worried. He never worries. He knows what he is, knows what he can do, and humans are so terribly easy to manipulate, to control, to bend to his will without even realising it.

“Hey,” he says, his voice low, smooth, almost like velvet, as he steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours, and there’s a slight smile playing on his lips, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, because why would it? You’re just a fragile little thing, after all, and he knows exactly how fragile things can break.

You blink up at him, that confusion still clouding your gaze, but there’s something else there too, something that he recognises immediately—the fear, the instinctive fear that all prey feels when it senses a predator nearby. But you don’t run. You don’t even move. You’re frozen, like a deer caught in headlights, staring up at him with those wide, pretty eyes, and it’s almost too easy, almost too perfect.

“You’re coming with me,” he says, his voice still that same velvet tone, but there’s an edge to it now, a command, and as he says the words, he reaches out, his hand brushing against your arm, and he feels the spark, the connection, the compulsion sliding into place like a key turning in a lock.

Your eyes glaze over slightly, your lips parting just a little, and you nod, so softly, so obediently, it makes his cold heart swell with something dark and possessive. You’re his now. You don’t even know it, but you’re his, and there’s no turning back.

A young grocery store employee approaches you then, a kid really, barely old enough to be working here, and he’s looking at you, not at Jungkook, with concern in his eyes, because even he can sense that something isn’t right, that something about this situation feels off, but Jungkook doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about the boy. He only cares about you.

“Is everything okay?” the boy asks, his voice hesitant, unsure, and he takes a step closer, like he might try to intervene, might try to play the hero in this little scene, but Jungkook just looks at him, just gives him one look, one cold, dead-eyed look, and the boy stops in his tracks, the blood draining from his face, fear settling deep into his bones. He doesn’t say another word. He just turns around and walks away, too scared, too weak to do anything else, and Jungkook almost laughs, almost, but there’s no time for that, not now.

“Let’s go,” he whispers to you, and you nod again, that same obedient little nod, and he takes your small hand, cold fingers wrapping around yours, pulling you along behind him as you walk out of the store, out into the rain, out into the world where no one will stop him, where no one will even try, because no one ever does.

His house is dark, shadowed, the kind of place where nightmares are born and never quite die, and as he leads you inside, he watches you closely, watches the way you move, the way you follow him without question, without hesitation, and it’s almost laughable, because you’re so fragile, so tiny, so breakable, and he knows, deep down, that he could crush you in an instant, snap you in half without much effort, and you wouldn’t even fight back. You wouldn’t even scream.

He brings you to the living room, where the air reeks with the scent of old wood and something else, something metallic and dark, like blood that’s dried long ago, and he pushes you gently onto the couch, watching as you sit there, your hands folded neatly in your lap, your eyes still glazed over, still lost in that compulsion, and it’s so satisfying, so incredibly satisfying, to know that you’re his now, that you belong to him in every way that matters.

“Do you know how long I’ve watched you?” he asks you, his voice soft, almost tender, as he sits down beside you, his cold hand resting on your knee, his inked fingers trailing lightly over the fabric of your dress. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this moment?”

You don’t respond, of course. You can’t. Not while you’re under his control, not while his will is the only thing that matters in your mind. But that’s fine. He doesn’t need you to respond. He just needs you to listen.

“I’ve watched you for months,” he continues, his voice low, almost a whisper now, as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, inhaling deeply as his fangs come fully to life, “and I’ve thought about all the ways I could take you, all the ways I could make you mine. You’re so pretty, so perfect, so breakable… like a fucking doll. I could snap you in half if I wanted to, you know? I could break you, and you wouldn’t even know it until it was too late.”

His hand moves up your leg, cold fingers sliding under the hem of your dress, and you still don’t move, still don’t react, and it’s almost intoxicating, the power he holds over you, the way you’re completely at his mercy, completely and utterly his.

“But I won’t break you,” he purrs softly, his voice almost gentle now, as if he’s trying to soothe you, trying to make you believe that he’s not the monster you should fear. “I won’t break you because I’m not like that. I’m not like the others. I have a gold heart, you see… but my hands are cold. So cold.”

He lifts his hand, showing you his fingers, pale and icy, and he watches as your eyes follow the movement, as if you’re mesmerised by the sight of him, by the sight of something so inhuman, so otherworldly.

“I won’t break you,” he repeats, and this time, there’s something darker in his voice, something twisted and possessive and full of the kind of love that only monsters can feel. “I’ll keep you, instead. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll keep you forever.”

And then he leans in, closer and closer, until his lips are inches from yours, and he can feel your breath on his skin, warm and soft, and it’s almost too much, almost too perfect, because he knows that in this moment, in this exact moment, you’re his, completely and utterly his, and nothing will ever change that.

“You belong to me now,” he whispers against your lips, and then, without waiting for a response, without giving you a chance to even think even if you tried, he kisses you.

His lips are cold, colder than ice, colder than death, and he feels you shudder beneath him, feels the way your body reacts to the touch, the way your skin prickles with goosebumps, and it’s so satisfying, so incredibly satisfying, to know that he’s the one causing it, that he’s the one who owns you now, body and soul.

And as he kisses you, as he feels you give in to him completely, he knows that this is just the beginning, just the start of something darker, something twisted, something that will never end, because you’re his now, and you’ll never be anything else.

Never.

PART 2

[gyusimp]

Hii, I feel like this isn’t really a great idea but I’m blank right now😭 I was wondering if a request of a Kenji sato and an assistant reader who reminds him of his meetings and does things for him. I thought it was pretty interesting like how sort Mina is

Like they are pretty flirty towards each other, maybe they celebrate a game win, and go to a bar and end up getting drunk and maybe get a bit touchy? It can be nsfw or not 😭

°•𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒊 𝒙 𝑨𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

WARNINGS: A bit NSFW in the end. Ken had to hire a new assistant while Mina is under construction/repair, but he turns out to grow fonder of you than he expected. (He's not going to fire you when his AI is back, lol) Enjoy, hope you like it! 💖

Kenji Sato has been working alongside his assistant for some time now. Although your relationship is professional on the outside, you can't help the chemistry that arises between both of you due to the trust you both have in each other, especially in the moments of working together. You're always by his side, reminding him of his meetings, coordinating his schedule and making sure everything is in order, but between those formal exchanges, there are smiles, lingering glances and a slight tension that both of you pretend not to notice.

It's hard for you to ignore your boss's endless charms and not just physical but also in his way of being. You always work with quality and professionalism making Kenji congratulate you very often, he's even given you some gifts on occasion as a thank you. Like that expensive jewelry set with gems of your favorite color or that set of rings that was surely worth 5 of your salaries together. Even so, you did everything not for the material rewards but to feel that you were someone important to him, coming to share a closer friendship.

Kenji loved the way you worked, how you had already scheduled his important meetings with sponsors before he asked you or kept reminding him of things he forgot. You informed him about his comments in the press, on social media and from time to time you also managed his accounts. Kenji's whole life was perfectly organized because it was in your hands. You make him feel very calm and he trusts you completely.

After an impressive victory in one of his baseball games, Kenji invites his assistant to celebrate with him. He has already had a celebration with the whole team so now he was thinking of a more private date with one of his favorite people and at the same time it was the perfect excuse to ask you out. Although you usually keep a low profile, this time you gladly accept, delighted to see him so happy.

Just seeing you wearing a pretty tight dress instead of your usual formal clothes and your hair styled differently is enough to make his heart race and he can't help but tell you how different but beautiful you look, once again having another one of those chemistry moments between you two.

You two end up in a neon-lit bar, where the relaxed atmosphere and alcohol begin to loosen your inhibitions. The jokes and laughter you shared in the office now feel more intimate, and the barriers between the professional and the personal begin to blur. Neither of them were drunk, but the environment they were in definitely made them feel more confident with each other, hanging out as friends and not as assistant and boss.

As the night progresses, and after rounds of drinks, Kenji becomes more open and playful. He can’t help but tell you how much he appreciates your company, and his words become more and more personal and close. Feeling drawn to the vulnerable side you rarely see in him, you respond with equal warmth.

Laughter mixes with silences filled with tension as your hands begin to meet casually on the table, only to stay there longer than they should. Finally, in a moment of sincere connection, your eyes meet and the atmosphere between you becomes electric. You lean towards each other, and the contact becomes more than just flirting. When you finally feel your lips on his you close your eyes to kiss him, you think of a short kiss for fear of losing your job but you are surprised by his determination when he prolongs the kiss by taking your waist, making it slower and more passionate, letting his tongue come into contact with yours as you decide to cup his face.

Amidst the music and the bustle of the bar, his hands begin to explore, finding a comfort and closeness that both had desired but never admitted. The intensity of the moment makes it clear that what both feel for each other goes beyond simple physical attraction. His hands move down to your legs, caressing your thigh softly where the opening of the skirt of your dress meets. At this point you fight not to sit on his lap, lost in your thoughts until feeling his hand on your ass makes you gasp in the middle of the kiss.

“I need you…” he admits, letting his breath caress your neck.

"Me too..."

The date at the bar moves back to his huge house where your heels click as you enter without having taken them off, being so busy surrounded by his arms in the middle of another heated kiss while he takes off his shirt on the way to his room, lying you down on his soft sheets, feeling how the whole environment smelled of his perfume. His kisses were more desperate as he caressed your legs under the dress and got rid of it as well as your heels.

You appreciated the sight of his worked naked torso on top of you, now not repressing yourself from running your hands over his broad shoulders and strong arms while he kissed your neck and collarbones. His hands played with the lace of your panties as he showered you with compliments until he slowly slid them down your legs until he took them off and then began to get rid of the clothes he still had on.

The night ends with both of you in the middle of a mess of kisses and sweaty bodies, closer, more aware of what you could be for each other. Although you don't say much to each other, you both know that something changed that night and that the next time you meet, everything will be different.

[immodestly-marina]

Hey there!

I am a huge Sam girl and I was hoping you could write a nice fix for us wherein the reader gets badly hurt on a hunt but doesn't tell the boys and later passes out on Sam in the bunker. That's when they find out and both the boys panic especially Sam but take good care of her to get her to recovery. Reader recovers physically but mentally she's got a bit disturbed and gets a bad panic attack but Sam helps her through it as well and then it's all fluff in the end maybe? Pretty please! Also, I love your account!

A/n: This is literally so cute, I’ve actually thought about this before! There have been a few times where I’ve been very close to fainting, so I based this off of my own experiences. Thanks for the idea, I hope you enjoy! Also, for the sake of this imagine/os, Sam’s room is near the library because my dumbass forgot he sleeps in a whole separate hall lol.

Warnings: Fainting, mentions of slight head trauma, worried Sam, Sam daydreaming about you in his bed (If you really squint)

Funnily enough, Dean was the first to notice something was wrong. The way you slowly swayed side to side when standing, before bracing yourself on the countertop you stood by. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you, nonetheless, he continued to shove another handful of frosted flakes into his mouth.

It wasn’t until Sam entered the room that you began to feel really spaced out. He laid a file and some newspaper clippings on the table in front of Dean, turning to you to go over new information about your current hunt. 

“I think we might be dealing with a Berserker,” He stated, opening the folder to further explain.

Dean set his box of cereal down, brushing the crumbs off his hands. “Fantastic, because I know exactly what that is.” he replied sarcastically, Sam rolled his eyes and held up his hand as if to say Hold on, I’m getting to that.

You stepped away from the counter, standing closer to Sam as he proceeded to explain. You felt nauseous, opting to stay silent as you felt talking would only make it worse. As he went on, you felt a head rush creep up on you, your vision going blurry before becoming completely clouded.

Dean watched you rock to the side trying to keep your balance, again.

You turned your head, pretending you were able to actually see Sam when you turned to look at him. He hadn’t yet clued in to the near blank expression on your face, not until he turned to face you as well.

Your face went white as his voice began to sound muffled, you could almost make out his faint, “Y’okay there, hun?”

You blinked, barely making out a response before stumbling forward and dropping in his arms, Sam quickly catching and holding your limp body upright against him with a small stumble.

“Woah, hey- hey!” Dean jumps up from his seat to grab something, anything, really. He spins and paces around the floor, realizing now that he’s up and about… he has no idea what the fuck he’s looking for. Sam turns his head, frantically looking at him before rolling his eyes. “Anything with salt or sugar, Dean.”

Dean speed walked around to find something to get your blood sugar up, while Sam carefully lifted you up and carried you to his bed. It’s the nearest one, he thought, might as well lie her down as quickly as possible, that’s all. He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn’t get some form of butterflies at the thought of you sleeping in his bed, but that’s beside the point.

He laid you down as gently as he could, trying not to fall on top of you out of nervousness in the process. He sighed, brushing his hair back from his face before shaking out his blanket and laying it over you.

You stirred a little bit before waking, slowly blinking your eyes open to find yourself in bed. Sam stepped into the room with a glass of water, setting it down on the small table beside the bed next to a bowl of dry frosted flakes and extreme cheddar Goldfish (courtesy of Dean Winchester). You rub your eyes with your knuckles, feeling your head pound until Sam flicks off the light.

“Better?” He sighs a little, you nod and wince.

“What happened today?” Sam’s voice was soft and quiet as he knelt down beside you, his hands resting on the edge of the bed. You bring your fingers to the bridge of your nose, pinching it lightly to relieve the pain in your head. Sam gave you a pained look before reaching his hand up to feel your forehead, which was a tad warmer than it normally should be.

“Whatever that… thing was, when it threw me, I must’ve hit my head harder then I thought.” You sigh, “I threw up when we got back, ‘been dizzy since we lost it in the woods.” He shakes his head, sighing.

“Why didn’t you say something?” He rested his hand on your knee, running his thumb back and forth ever so slightly. A blush creeped it’s way across your cheeks, his touch sending butterflies straight to your stomach. You hope he doesn’t notice.

You hastily shake your head, “I didn’t wanna worry you guys, or…” Your hands tangle back into your hair to massage your scalp a little. “I ‘dunno, bother you…?”

He chuckles at that. “How would that be a bother?” You scoff, rolling your eyes at yourself. “I ‘dunno, sometimes I just feel in the way, I guess.”

Sam tilts his head before shaking it softly, hand moving to take hold of yours. “You’re not in the way. Not at all.” He frowns a little at your way of thinking. He knows you don’t mean to feel so negative, but he feels bad knowing they may have made you feel that way.

“If we, or I, ever made you feel that way, I am so, so sorry.” You lazily nod, looking down.

He tilts his head down, moving lower to find your eyes. He grins when that pulls a giggle out of you, “I promise you, ‘kay?” He says through a chuckle. You nod your head with a little more enthusiasm, though still trying to avoid any further pain in your head.

“Thanks, Sammy…” You address him by his nickname for the first time, which was always said to be reserved for Dean, and Dean only. Instead of protesting, Sam simply brushes the hair from your eyes, smiling sweetly. “Of course, darlin’ ” he whispers before standing up.

“You wanna come out and laze in the library for a bit, or do you wanna sleep in here?” Sam secretly hoped you’d pick the latter, as he was just fine with you sleeping in his room, and maybe even sharing a bed with him for the night. Just in case you need help during the night, of course.

You hesitate to answer, your injury somehow giving you the confidence to ask: “Can I do both…?”

Sam quickly nods his head. “Yeah!” He clears his throat, “Yeah, that’s fine,” He watches the smirk appear on your face, you find his caring and somewhat nervous demenour sweet. You nod in response.

He helps you to stand, guiding you back to the library. You slump into the seat, all of you continuing your prior conversation (much more quietly, as it’s highly possible it’s a concussion you’re dealing with). Dean chucks a pair of sunglasses at you after you complain about the bright room for the third time, and you all sit around each other, cracking jokes the rest of the night when you should be focused on research. Sam is much more protective of you for the next little while during your recovery, and neither of them allow you to join them for this hunt until you feel better again.

You’ve never felt more cared for than you do right now, with them. You’ve never felt more at home.

[hannamoon143]

Work harder

Req by @ot8sworld: Alright so ninth member and y/n is besties / lovey dovey w seungmin if that's ok so there like always together and y/n is really stressed from the new comeback and all themembers are together and she's in the kitchen and starts getting dizzy and yells for seungmin as here and the glass crash down to the floor.im so delulu...Then the members are scared as shit and they all run to her and seungmin is a lil over protective so he's telling them to move and someone teased him but moves then they take her to the hospital and seungmin is really impatient and mad then they get out of there and all the members take care of her. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ILY SM 😛😛😛

Word count: 2,9k

Pairings: Skz x fem ninth member

Warnings: fainting,overworking,stress,kinda bad eating habits,mentions of food,crying, Babes and love as name for y/n used once (not meant in a romantic way. i guess,but we don't know what seungmin thinks so..)

a/n: TYSM for the reqqq,i luv itt.The scene where y/n faints is from my own experience,because something very similar to this happened to me two days ago,so i just wrote how it felt lol. Also let’s just not talk about y/n and seungmin idk what they are helpp.Remember to always take care of yourself,drink enough,sleep enough,eat enough,and never push yourself too much.Enjoy now💖

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„Come on boys, one more time won’t kill you.“ you said rolling your eyes. „But you made us repeat if over and over again.“Jeongin says. His voice sounds strained and exhausted. He was right. You were dancing for hours now. It was because you were never satisfied with the whole dance.

You sighed and agreed. You all started packing our things together to head back to the dorms. The comeback was exhausting for everyone of you.But you,you were a perfectionist. Everyday was the same.no matter If you guys would do dance practice,recordings or whatever. you were never satisfied.You made the boys repeat everything over and over again.You told them that this doesn’t fit,that they need to improve that… you knew it was egoistic because honestly you knew that you only did this because you were never satisfied with your own work.You just had to work harder.You wanted to get better.

Seungmin snapped you out of your thoughts. „Want something from the chinese restaurant when we get home ?the guys are ordering.“ you put on a fake smile and answered that you ate before.Yeah okay that was a lie,but you hadn’t got time to eat.You wanted to practice at home,you jsut didn’t get that one step right,and there was one line in that one song that just never satisfied you.Everything needed to be perfect.your voice,the choreo,the music video… you all sat into the van.

The ride home was filled with laughter and jokes like always.But you pretended to be asleep.You hadn’t got the energy to do anything anymore. You knew that everyone was exhausted.your schedules always were tight since the comeback got announced but in the past weeks it got worse. The nearer the comeback came the more stressed you got.you just needed to work harder.you only slept three hours per night,staying awake with energy drinks and coffee.You also didn’t eat much.It wasn’t that you just didn’t want to eat,no it needed so much time,so you sometimes just forgot it.You could use the time the others spended eating working right? you needed to do that if you wanted to give your best.a few days ago you heard chan talking to lee know about you.

„To be honest i think y/n is the most hardworking of us.“

„Yeah,she is working really really hard“ minho replied slight, concern in his voice.

Silence.you imagined them looking at each other with their worried gazes now.you sighed.

„Minho...i’m a bit worried about her.i know she loves all of this and she wants to do it as good as she can but...maybe she should turn it down a bit.“

you didn’t want to hear minhos reply anymore,so you stepped away from where you’ve been listening and go into your room.

That day another idol would have been happy that their leader is thinking that they are that hardworking. they would of course also have changed their schedule so their members would be less worried.But for you it was more of an insult.You hadn’t worked hard enough to not worry them. Egoistic,disappointing,failing.

You only got snapped out of your thoughts again when seungmin gently tried to wake you. You weren’t even really sleeping but you felt too exhausted to get up,so you just didn’t move and also didn’t say anything.Seungmin quietly spoke to chan.He told him he would bring you to your room and changbin could eat his food , cause he wanted to stay with you. That’s what you loved about seungmin.He was so caring in a way that didn’t annoy you right now for once.You loved every single one of your members so much but seungmin was always a bit different.

When you first met seungmin you immediately liked him.he was a little menace but to you he was always everything. You two were best friends before the group even knew each other entirely.He was there if you needed a shoulder to cry on,he was cheering for you when you achieved something and he was laughing for you if you laughed. Your friendship was a nice one.The best. that’s what it was yeah.But sometimes to you it felt like more. Yeah okay the fact that you two kissed sometimes might say that maybe he felt more too.

When seungmin gently lifted you up,one arm under your knees,one on your back you just let it happen. He carries you into your room,laying you down gently in your bed that was filled with plushies and pillows. He pulled a blanket over you,and suddenly you actually felt sleepy.

„Minnie?“ you whispered when he was about to go out. He immediately turned around.

„Stay for a bit?cuddles?“ you hadn’t asked that in a long time.Before everything went so hectic and stressfull you two always cuddled but now you always just sat in your room,working on something. He smiled warmly,walking to you again.He lied down besides you,pulling the blanket over him too.He took you in his arms,and when you felt like you were almost asleep he pressed a soft kiss to your head.Youu nuzzled more into his chest.And in that moment,you felt like maybe everything wasn’t even that bad.Maybe everything would be okay.Then you drifted off into sleep.

But your bad sleeping schedule fromt the past weeks wouldn’t let you sleep longer than two hours. You woke up,feeling sweaty nauseous and cold at the same time. Confused you looked around.Of course seungmin wasn’t around anymore. But you had a weird feeling in your gut. You grabbed your phone and checked the time.you really had only slept two hours,so you still heard the boys voices outside of your room.You sat up,planning on going to the kitchen and snuggle between them.You didn’t want to admit it but you didn’t feel like work.You always worked lately. but somehow there was this weird feeling in your whole body.You stood up but were greeted with a little wave of dizzines. What was happening? You sat down again and suddenly your hands started shaking.You just looked at them,very confused.You stood up again anyways going into the kitchen where all the guys were sitting.

Your legs also had the same shaking like your hands.You felt a bit hot.You were confused what was going on but when you came into the kitchen you were greeted by the happy boys.

„Y/n!you finally made it out of your room once.We all were wondering when seungmin told us you actually fell asleep.“ Felix jokes but with a lighthearted smile.You wanted to respond something clever when also the others started teasing but you just hummed going over to the sink.you needed something to drink, maybe that would make that feeling better.You also felt like your head was spinning now,but your vision was clear. Ok,that was definitely not normal.You leaned to the kitchen counter trying to figure out what was going on. Yeah okay it was obvious that you didnt eat anything than one apple the whole day and also that you never got more than three hours sleep per day the last weeks,and constantly overworked yourself without a singe break but you needed to work. Until now it was fine.You were fine.why were you suddenly feeling like this?

While the other guys teased,seungmin noticed that something was definitely off.ususally you would have snuggled up between them and joined the lighthearted jokes.he got up and walked over to you,laying a hand on your shoulder.

„Babes is everything okay?“ he asked you,looking into your eyes,searching for something he probably might not find.When you suddenly heard his voice next to you your head immediately shot up.You hadn’t heard him coming.You only noticed now that you were so focused on breathing because suddenly your breaths got thin and short. Chan now also noticed something was off,glancing over.

That shit was really scaring.You didn’t know what was going on,you couldn’t control your breaths anymore,your limbs slightly shaking and the weird feeling in your gut mixed with the spinning-pain in your head was so damn confusing. Seungmin was scared.you could tell.He asked you if you were having problems with breathing,he said you need to say something.Then he said your names a few times.But it was like you were trapped in a bubble somewhere wide away from him. He tilted your head up making you look at him.You didn’t know what to do.You clutched to his shirt,panic in the eyes,trying to regulate your breaths.

Seungmin noticed the tight grip on his shirt.Suddenly he also noticed your shaking,the look and the thin breaths.Why didn’t he notice sooner? Now all the other members were looking at you too. You didn’t even notice them going silent.You also sensed chan speaking.He looked at you.Was he speaking to you?You didn’t know.You didn’t care. You suddenly let out a loud sob,greeted with tears. Seungmin was now panicking as much as you did.

„H-hey y/nnie,please talk to me.Hey what is going on?“ his voice is shaky,and all the members look at you.The weird feelings,now all mixed together get stronger and stronger.Seungmin saw the cold pearls on your forehead.He continued his panicked rambling,trying to get a word out of you.The other members are now also stood up,but they are still around the table.

But then suddenly seungmin stops rambling. He hears as your breaths stock.Almost as if they got caught in your chest.Your legs and arms trembling a lot and your eyes searching for something,helpless. He says you need to breath,to focus on his voice,but you couldn’t. So he catches you in the last moment before you crash to the floor.

„Y/N!!“ All the members scream and run to you.Seungmin is holding you in his arms,first helpless.All the members voices mix with some of them cry or scream.All while he is holding you.All while you are not even breathing.

„Stop!!!“ seungmin suddenly yells. All the members go silent.His voice was stern,yet scared.

„Jeongin,get me a towel and cold water,chan call an ambulance,and the rest of you go a step back!“ If the situation wouldn’t have been so serious they would have teased him for playing leader but they all knew how much you meant to him. So they did was he said. Meanwhile he checked your pulse.It was still normal,but you didn’t breath. You didn’t breath. He didn’t know what to do so he did the first thing that came into his mind.He was thankful now,that he watched all these cheesy,hospital dramas with you at movie nights. Mouth to mouth resuscitation.

And it helped.you started coughing.He felt so relived that the sound of your breaths didn’t sound so stuck anymore.Then everything was really quick.and ambulance showed up and seungmin and chan drived with you in it to the hospital.The others wanted to come with you too but chan said they could come after,with the van.

In the ambulance chan spoke to the medic,calm like he always was. Seungmin held your hand,not once looking away from you. You opened your eyes. Where were you? Your eyes went big. „M-min?“ Seungmin immediately responded.He saw your scared look and said: „ Hey it’s okay y/nnie.You fainted and we were all so worried but it’s gonna be okay.We are just driving to the hospital real quick so we can check if everything is okay.“ He gently stroked your hair.You wanted to say so many things.That they didn’t have time for that.That you needed to work,to practice the dance.That you didn’t want to go to the hospital.But you remained silent.

It seemed like you fell asleep or maybe they gave you soemthing to sleep but when you woke up you were in a bed.It wasn’t your bed,it felt cold and unfamiliar.It was a hospital bed.As you looked around you saw the boys standing around a doctor that said something.You tried to concentrate on his voice.

„…. so that means Miss L/n isn’t seriously sick.She seems to have fainted from stress,lack of sleep and food and maybe there is something mental too,but we don’t know what she is thinking so maybe you guys could aske her if something is bothering or stressing her…“

You stopped listening. Of course you were stressed,you all were right?But you thought you balanced everything right.As soon as changbin noticed you were awake he walked over to you.The others immediately followed.Now they all stood around you.Should you say something?They all are silent but seungmin can’t hold it in any longer

„Y/n,why didn’t you tell us you were so stressed?We could have helped you,and you should have thought of a better schedule and god y/n you need to sleep!And i know you sometimes just forget eating when you are stressed but tell us!We can help you y/n,we want to help you.And if you feel like it’s getting too much then please come to us.“

He sounded so desperate,so worried and frustrated.You didn’t know if it was only you but wasn’t there also… diappointment?Of course you knew what seungmin meant.You knew what he was trying to say.But a little piece of you believed that his words meant you were still not working enough.A little voice,that was telling you that you shouldn’t have broke down.That this only showed that you were weak and vulnerable.You remembered that you should probably answer.You hated that your voice sounded so faint and weak.

„I’m trying.“

These two words burned in the boys chests. „Y/n,we know you are trying.You are giving your best and honestly you did even more for the comeback than me.But you don’t need to do this alone.I know something might tell you that you need to work harder,that you need to do this alone but it’s not like that you know.We are a group of nine.There are eight people that you can trust,that love you,that help and support you no matter what y/n.“ chan spoke up.His voice was calm,stern but filled with so much love.

These words slowly managed to get to you,to get into your mind. He was right.This was exactly what you thought but you never realized that it could hurt them,to see you like that. Were they thinking you didn’t trust them anymore?

„Guys...you know that i love you right? Chan you are right,that’s what i thought but not because i don’t trust you,i just felt like i need to work harder.You also do everything so perfect but i never bring so good achievements like you all do.“

„Y/n“ Seungmins voice was now less nervous and desperate „What are you talking about?Your achievements are as good as ours,often even better.And of course we know that you love us.“

Then it was silent again.You didn’t know what to say.All of a sudden felix started smiling and just ran nearer to you and almost hugged you to death. „You are choking mee“i said dramatically giggling.I was glad that the tension broke.Now the others started smiling to and they all joined into a big warm hug.

Maybe it was the warm feeling of having them all hug you,maybe it was the warm undertones in seungmins and chans voice but something made you believe their words. It was like your head was constantly underwater until now and suddenly you got pulled out the water.You finally remembered that you had 8 wonderful guys in your life who would help you,support you and do anything for you.

Bonus: (4 months later)

„Guys the album is released!“ you happily screamed.You all were sitting in front of a countdown since an hour,all nervous if the album would be liked by stays.

You all happily hugged each other.The others did not miss when seungmin was hugging you extra tight. They exchanged knowing grins. „Celebrate our hard work with ramen?“ you asked.the others all agreed,running into the kitchen. Seungmin took your wrist and stopped you in your tracks.The others were all in the kitchen by now,so you were standing alone in the living room. You turned around to him again.

„I’m proud of you Love.“

„What?it wasn’t just me who created this album and prepared the comeback.“ Not gonna talk about the fact he never called you love before and it made your heart flutter

„I’m proud that you actually let us help you,that you finally slept more than five hours again,that you always ate dinner with us and that you came crying to us when it got too much again.“

You quickly thought back of the past four months after what happened.You tried to make a better schedule again,and you managed to get your old sleeping habits back. The guys always took you with them when they were eating dinner,not letting you skip meals.If you were too tired seungmin would just take some of the food on a plate go into your room and watch a drama with you while you ate your food.You also remembered that night when you felt like things were getting so overwhelming again that you couldn’t face them alone so you went into the kitchen,crying and telling the guys how you felt.They took you into their middle,cuddling you and mumbling motivating and caring words, and they helped you even more after that.

You just smiled at him.Not a tired fake smile.A truly happy smile.Seungmin smiled back with his cute puppy smile.Then he pulled you nearer,pressing a soft,tender smile onto your lips.

„Let’s go to the others alright?“

[megamindsecretlair]

I would love a stunna cabin getaway mixed with some bdsm please babe

A/N: So um, I kinda ran away this, lol

It's Written in the Stars

Pairing: Soft Dom!Big Stunna x Black!Fem!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. SMUT. FLUFF. Angst if you squint. Cursing, PIV, oral (female and male receiving), fingering (fem receiving) teasing, cum play, size kink, dirty talk, praise/degradation kink, bondage, all consensual. D/s lite. Mentions of fertility issues, guilt, negative self talk (please seek help)

Summary: See Ask. While you were going through fertility issues, you were being hard on yourself. Hating to see you like this, Stunna prepares a beautiful weekend away so that you can unwind and refocus on each other. You get a little more than you bargained for.

Word Count: 9,646k

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A/N: I had been wanting to get this out before the heat went away fro the winter time. Ah well LOL. Whew. Idk where all this came from. My hormones all over this place, chilleee. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, gif, or unhinged ask.

Your husband hated you. Surely, he did. You watched his goofy ass skip to the front door to lock it, whistling all the while. He wore a burgundy shirt stretched tight over his muscles and black jeans that hugged his ass just right.

He was lucky he was so fine. More than fine, your husband made your toes curl every single day. Just with a single look. Every day felt like never enough when it came to him. You sighed, looking away briefly before you started crying.

You were starting to get those kind of looks. The pitiful, poor thing type of looks that made you feel crazy when you weren’t. Stunna did so much for you, every day. The least you could do, the very least was to give him a baby. A cute little son that just looked like him so that he could break the cycle. Raise a Black boy in love and happiness.

And you couldn’t even do that right. The past few months as you both began trying in earnest, you started to hate the tests. The waiting was the worst part. Like you were both hopeful and trying to prepare for the worst news. And as soon as it turned negative, you both sighed and he would comfort you.

But god, you felt like a failure. You succeeded everywhere else in life. Going to school, landing a good job, and having good friends. Why couldn’t you excel at this too? 

“Get that frown off your face, beautiful,” Stunna said, climbing into the rental truck. He closed the door and then grabbed your left hand. He brought it to his lips and then looked at you. 

“This weekend is about rest. We’ve been caught up on the results and not the action. We forgot that it’s us underneath all this, right?” He asked. 

You mumbled your affirmation, not brave enough to meet his eyes. He put on such a good front for you. But you knew he was just as disappointed. You spent plenty of nights dreaming of your future kids. Wondering what kind of personality they would have, what kind of hobbies they would develop. 

You had silly arguments about hypothetical situations your kids would get into. Or if they would favor one parent over the other. You even went to bed giggling, pretending to call your child’s full government name. You cuddled in the morning and praised one another about what a good parent the other would make. 

“Look at me, baby,” Stunna said. When you didn’t move fast enough for him, he grabbed your chin and turned your head to look at him. 

“I love you just as much as the first time I laid eyes on you,” he said.

“Boy, stop,” you said, lips twisting to fight off a smile. 

Stunna kissed your hand and then took a big bite. It didn’t sting, it only made your stomach do silly flips. You were unnaturally horny. You hadn’t taken drugs through this whole thing, wanting to do it the good old fashioned way like everyone else. But you were approaching ovulation and fuck if you weren’t hot and bothered by the smallest thing.

It didn’t help that nearly everything out of this man’s mouth was either sweet or nasty. No inbetween. 

“We’re going to relax this weekend, okay? Promise?” He asked.

You nodded, a little more convinced. You were allowed one weekend to rest. One weekend to sit and unwind and not have a care or worry in the world. You were allowed that at least. You leaned back in the seat while Stunna started the car. He backed out of your driveway  and headed up the street, leaving the familiar houses behind and then merging onto the freeway.

He drove from late afternoon into the evening, driving further west. He said he found a near-ish Air B&B that was perfect for “what he had planned”. What he could possibly plan between earlier this month when he told you about the trip to now, was beyond you and you didn’t want to make yourself sick thinking about it. 

Night time made the city outside light up so prettily in golds and softest whites. The street lamps overhead passed by, temporarily illuminating the car’s interior. You held onto Stunna’s hand as he drove or sometimes he let it drift to your thigh. 

You talked, you laughed, you pretended like you were back in college when you first met. You pretended that you were just a girl in the quad and he was the boy that almost hit you with a football. 

He teased you that day, drawing your ire so that he could disarm you with something so sweet and devastating, you were agreeing to have dinner with him before your mind could catch up. 

You were the car’s DJ and kept Stunna awake with stories about work or your friends, or updates on the craziest member of your family. He told you about his usual days, dealing with the people who work for him.

By the time eight at night rolled around, Stunna pulled onto a long, winding street that was so dark, the headlights only caught five feet in front of you. It had turned mountainous, with curving, man made roads. There were only a handful of guard rails around steep turns but the road was pretty open.

“Where did you book us?” You asked, looking outside of the window. 

“I know, it looks scary as shit. But I promise it’s not bad,” he said. 

You gripped onto his hand anyway, looking out of the window for any glimpse of the world. Any sign of life. There was just the feeling of woods on either side. The road turned to light gravel as Stunna traveled further down the path. The headlights flashed over a mailbox and then Stunna turned left, pulling into a driveway.

The cabin itself was too cute for words. Looked like it was built out of actual logs, with a huge porch and dark fixtures around the foundation and windows. Outside of the house, there was plenty of room to park a few cars or make one good turn and then exit. 

“Oh, this is beautiful,” you said. The moon overhead gave it a soft glow that was straight out of a puzzle box. Stunna cut the engine and then got out of the car. He walked around to your side and opened the door for you, taking your hand and helping you out of it.

“There’s no other neighbors for a few miles in any direction. There’s a police and fire station nearby in case anything pops off. We can unwind here,” he said. He wrapped his hands around your waist and kissed you. His full lips lingered, kissing you without abandon, lighting that familiar fire between your legs. He ended the kiss with one final swipe of his tongue across your lips. He smiled at you and then walked with you up the stairs. 

He unlocked the front door and then turned on the nearest light. The inside was just as cute. There were handmade blankets on the thick leather couches. The rug in the living room was thick and plush with a digital fireplace. 

“Oh this is gorgeous,” you said.

Stunna chuckled. “Yeah, took a lot of research to find one that suits my plans,” he said. He kissed your cheek. 

“You keep mentioning these plans, should I be nervous?” You asked, giggling to yourself. 

“Yes, you should be,”Stunna said, giving you a wink and a sexy smile before going outside. You walked further into the house, taking in the layout. It opened directly into the living room and stairs faced you, a second floor revealed up top. 

Behind the living room, there was a roomy kitchen with nice, almost new appliances. Must be nice to be able to afford that stuff for a rental property. You had brought groceries with you and you were never more grateful that Stunna’s favorite hobby was cooking.

You were treated to all kinds of delicious food, willingly becoming his guinea pig when he wanted to try out something. Your back would never not be big. You liked to cook, but the chore of it bored you to tears. Hours of work to eat it in minutes and spend forever trying to clean up. Spare you, please. 

Stunna made plenty of noise coming into the house with your suitcases and bags. He also had a mysterious third bag with him that he told you was off limits. Naturally, it only made you more curious to know what was inside. You supposed you’d have to be good and wait. 

Stunna brought the luggage upstairs and you followed lazily behind, searching the other rooms to find a home office, two bathrooms, and two bedrooms. Stunna set the luggage down in the master’s room, lots of space and it smelled clean. 

The bed was made up with a modest blue comforter and a gray throw blanket thrown across the bottom. The walls were a gentle yellow with different pieces of art on the walls. 

There was an ottoman at the foot of the bed that Stunna set your suitcase and bag on. He rolled his to his side of the bed and came back around the bed. He grabbed your face and pulled you into a big, wet kiss that curled your toes in your shoes. 

“Sit your sexy ass down and I’ll lock up. Then, we relax,” he said. 

You shook your head and threw your hands up. Stunna said that he wanted you to relax this weekend and not lift a finger. You wanted to argue the point but he brought out his Dom voice and you folded like origami. 

“Yes, Sir,” you said. You made a show of walking over to the bed and then turning around to sit. You lowered your ass to the bed, watching Stunna’s smile spread across his face. He sighed and shook his head.

“Gonna hurt me, girl,” he said. 

He left the room and made quick work of locking up the car and then checking all of the locks to the house. You heard him humming as he moved around, the sound going in and out as he moved about. 

He returned in no time, carrying two hangers with plush robes on them. “Stunna! What is this?” You asked. 

“We had a long ass day and deserve to get pampered on. Run us a bath and I’ll get some snacks and wine going,” he said.

“You are too much, you know that? You really planned this whole weekend?”

Stunna crossed the room and then laid the robe down on the bed. He pulled you to a standing position, putting his hands around your waist. You brought your hands around his neck, kissing his nose as he looked down at you. 

“I have one job this weekend. That job is to get you nice and relaxed. To make you feel good. Loosen up that sexy body so I can plant a baby in there,” he said. 

“Oh,” you gasped, eyes snapping to his. 

His dark eyes glowed with mischief with a cheeky smile spreading across his face. He leaned down and kissed you, turning it from something sweet to something hot. He tugged on your bottom lip before smoothing the pain away with a lick of his tongue. 

“It’s not your fault I’m barren,” you said, sulking. You tried to pry yourself away from him but he held onto your waist.

“Baby, I’m not doing my job if you think I’m not proud of you or in love with you throughout this whole thing. You’re not barren, we’re just sucking the fun out of it. And that includes me,” he said. 

You opened your mouth to argue with him but he beat you to it with a kiss to your lips. You giggled and he smiled. “We can play the blame game all night. Or, we can get this night started. I promise you’ll like the second option better,” he said. 

You rolled your eyes and smiled, unable to resist this time. “Second option it is,” you said. If the goal was to relax, then you were going to help him achieve it by listening and accepting some damn comfort for once. 

This time was stressful, made more stressful by the fact that you have something tangible telling you no. Some stupid ass stick crushing your dreams over and over again. You were going to cry it out and then thug it out. 

“That’s my girl. Get that bath running how we like,” he said. 

He released your waist and then tapped your ass. You jumped and covered your butt, turning back to look at his wide grin. He gestured for you to keep going so you did, heading into one of the available bathrooms. 

Stunna passed you in the hallway, going to a cabinet to dig out towels for the both of you. You turned on the light in the bathroom, taking in all of the details. The walls were covered in white subway tile halfway up the wall, the rest was covered in a deep rose color. The floor was tile as well, cold to the touch but there were a lot of rugs to cover your feet with. 

You looked into the tub to find it pristine. Whoever cleaned in between uses was phenomenal. You’d have to check for a card or something later. You fiddled with the knobs, turning on the hot water and finding the stopper. 

While the water ran, you grabbed your favorite neutral body soap and poured it into the bathwater to get it nice and soapy. 

Stunna came in and out of the bathroom to check the progress. He brought your two robes into the bathroom and hung it up on the inside of the door. He brought you a glass of wine and kissed your head upon delivery. 

“Here you are,” he said with a fake British accent, presenting the glass as if it were brought especially for you. You giggled when you took it, taking a sip and letting the wine travel down your system and instantly warm you up from the inside out. 

The water was nearly finished so you turned it off and then got the shower going. You took off your clothes, kicking them to one side of the bathroom. You wrapped your hair into a bonnet, then placed a shower cap on top.

You scrubbed excess dirt and grime from the day and from the car ride, lathering up every inch of your skin. You rinsed off and then got out of the shower just as Stunna brought in a dinner tray with a charcuterie board on top of it. 

You dried your hands and instantly went for the salami and a piece of cracker. You moaned at the simple taste, chasing it down with a sip of wine. Cool air hit your naked skin so you shivered and then hopped in the bath. 

Stunna positioned the tray next to the tub, within easy reach of anyone sitting in it. He pressed a button on a hidden remote that he conjured from nowhere. Sexy, grown music filtered in from hidden speakers in the room. You gasped and looked around, hearing the music like an echo in other rooms. Stunna grinned, pleased as punch, and then he gave you a strip tease. 

“Whew, go baby. Go baby!” You chanted, miming throwing money at him. He danced his way through taking off his shirt and pants. Next went his underwear, freeing his long, thick dick. You licked your lips at it, watching it bob up and down with his dancing. He turned around and started twerking, mimicking what you do to him. You laughed so hard that your sides hurt.

He hopped in the shower next, washing off his own dirt and grime. You went for a grape on the tray, settling back into the tub with a loud sigh. Stunna turned the shower off, shaking out the excess water and then slunk into the tub with you.

He jostled the water and fresh warmth enveloped you. If you weren’t careful, you were going to fall asleep against his chest. 

“You feeling good?” Stunna asked. 

In this position, you felt the rumble in his chest from his deep voice. And he placed his mouth near your ear so you had a wonderful echoing effect going on that made your pussy clench with need. 

Every time with him felt like the first time. Back in college once more, heavy makeout sessions leading to something more desperate as he climbed on top of you and begged to make you feel good. And god, did he. And had been doing so ever since then. As often as you wanted it or needed it. 

Stunna ran his hands all over your wet skin, playing with the soap bubbles around your limbs. You followed with your own hands, tangling your fingers together whenever you connected. He palmed your breasts, rubbing soap between your nipples and his fingers. You gasped and writhed underneath his touch but he only cooed at you to remain still. 

“Baby, you have to know that sometimes it takes longer than others. And that’s okay. It doesn’t mean that anything is broken,” he said.

“It feels like that. I’ve been good at everything else,” you said. You placed your fingers on top of his, moaning slightly when your nipples sent a twinge of pleasure to your pussy. Stunna dried his hands on the hand towel that sat on the lid of the tub and then grabbed a few grapes, passing some to you and eating a few of his own.

He chewed and brought his fingers back to your skin. His hands lowered to your belly. For no reason at all, or perhaps for every reason, your eyes welled with unshed tears. 

“There’s no right or wrong way to do this,” he whispered in your ear. 

“I just want to make you happy,” you said, settling against his chest. He kissed your temple, plucking at your nipple.

“Ouuue, shit,” you hissed. 

“You make me so happy my chest feels like it’s going to burst from my chest. You already make me happy and no kid is going to accelerate that or change that. If we do have kids, great. If we don’t, that’s great too. You are the love of my life. I just want you safe and happy,” he said. 

You sighed. You wished you could see his face. See how he really felt. Stunna had never minced his words when it came to your relationship. You knew every deep and dirty thing he’d ever done to become the man he is today.

But he also turned his life around when he got with you. He cleaned up his act, got a steady job, and put in the hours to give you a life you deserved. You told him that you were good with just him but he promised to work hard. He started his own consulting company, having a great mind for business. Now he got paid to tell companies how to do better. 

So you chose to believe his words. “You’re going to make a fantastic father, Stunna,” you said. You went to bed at night with daydreams about Stunna playing catch with his son, or taking his daughter out for little dates so she wasn’t impressed by a lame guy trying to court her. 

It was all so vivid, so right, so real that reality and fantasy started to blur. You wanted the white picket fence, Stunna barbequing, while you ran around the backyard with your kids. Playing, roughhousing, or getting into water balloon fights. 

“I want you happy too. Can you honestly say that you’re not disappointed that we’re not pregnant yet?” You asked. You sat up and turned in the tub to face him.

Stunna grabbed your chin and then pulled you into a sweet kiss. “I’m disappointed at the results. Not that you can’t deliver. It’ll happen when it’s time. For now, we just have to enjoy the journey there,” he said.

He kissed you once more and then grabbed your shoulders to turn you around. You listened to the music and the cadence of Stunna’s voice as he talked. He massaged your shoulders, your arms. He kneaded your breasts, back to playing with the nipple and getting you so riled up that you were causing a wave in the water with how badly you were grinding into Stunna.

His dick sat heavy behind you, poking the top of your ass. You placed your hands on his thighs to scoot up since you had drifted too far down. Stunna hissed and then groaned, placing his hands on your shoulders to still your movements.

“I’m trying to be good,” he said. 

“But why?” You asked, shaking your ass on him. Stunna groaned and then choked on a laugh. 

“Because I have plans,” he said.

Your pussy throbbed, picturing what dirty fantasies he had conjured up for this trip. You figured that you’d have some lazy sex, try some tricks to get his cum to swim upstream, and then you’d wait for the hopeful sign on the stick. 

Stunna was having none of that. He was weaving an entire filthy weekend just for you. It made you want to cry. But instead, you moaned and arched your back against him. “Sounds like we need to get started,” you said.

Stunna chuckled. “You’re on my time,” he said. His voice turned deeper and more serious. You moved your head to the side so that you could look at him. 

He grinned and kissed your cheeks, leaving a series of kisses that made you squeal with laughter. 

You continued to bask in the tub, refilling it with hot water when the water grew too tepid. You ate most of the board, filling up on crackers, cheese, grapes and little slices of meat. The wine paired perfectly. 

Stunna got out of the tub first and then helped you out of it. He moaned in appreciation, watching the suds slip down your body. You watched him just as much, the slide of bubbles in all the right places. 

He grabbed a towel and then wrapped you up in it, drying you off. You sighed and closed your eyes, savoring the feeling of his big, strong hands working their way across your body. He knelt down to get your legs too, following your dry legs with bites or kisses or licks. 

You giggled as he found ticklish spots on you. He teased you anyway until you were screaming for him to stop. Fully dry, it was your turn to dry him off. You took your time, starting with his back and drying off his well-rounded ass. You crossed to the front and dried off his chest, working lower and lower, and taking extra care with his dick.

Even at rest he was thick and beautiful. You stroked him and his eyes fluttered shut, a grin on his face. “I’m gon’ get you back for this,” he said.

“No clue what you’re talking about,” you said. You grinned and then traveled further down, drying off his legs. You looked up at him from on your knees and Stunna smirked at you. “So pretty on your knees, baby.”

Your brain turned to mush as his words registered. “You nasty,” you said, unable to form a single coherent thought to flirt back. Stunna helped you to your hands and then took one of the robes and helped you into it. 

He turned you around, tying the robe across your front. “Comfortable?” He asked.

“Very. Thank you,” you said, leaning up to kiss him. He hummed and then grabbed his own robe. He unplugged the tub and the drain groaned as the water went down. He brought the tray and his wine glass to the kitchen. You followed behind with your own glass. 

The music was still going, playing “P.O.V.” by DVSN. You swayed to the music. Stunna refilled both of your glasses. Then he went into the living room with you. He let you take a sip of your wine, the sweet red loosening you up completely. 

Worries slipped from your mind. You lowered your defenses, living in the present. Stunna took your cup and placed it on the wooden coffee table. He grabbed your hands and then pulled you in front of the fireplace.

Heat blew out from it, warming up your legs. You moaned at the sensation. Stunna pulled you into a dance, wrapping his hand around your waist and then holding up your other hand. He swayed you to the music, staring deep into your eyes.

“I love you so much,” you told him. This was exactly what you needed. A moment in time to unwind, de-stress, and focus on you. Focus on your love for your man. 

“I love you. So, so much,” he said. He kissed your forehead and continued to spin you around in circles, each track he put on more nasty than the last. 

It was rare when your body felt at rest. When nothing hurt, nothing affected you, or irritated you. When you truly felt relaxed. Sure, you laid down. Sure, you had your hobbies or watched TV, but your mind still raced. Running faster than the Energizer bunny hopped up on speed and coffee. 

It was no wonder why you were always so damn tired. Your mind rarely gave you a night off. Stunna helped you achieve that tonight. That single perfect feeling of being at rest. Just feeling. Being. Wrapped up in his arms and letting go of the weight of your problems. 

“Hmm, feeling good, baby?” Stunna asked, hugging you closer. 

“Yes, baby,” you said, snuggling further into his chest. He could always sense your moods. You didn’t want to burden him with the darker thoughts. The creeping, intrusive thoughts that screamed that you were being punished for whatever crime you could think of. That you couldn’t get pregnant because you didn’t live a good life. You didn’t always smile and wave at people or you didn’t always keep elevator doors open for people. You were more introverted, genuinely sitting and judging people while you sat in your corner and dreamed of being anywhere else. You’ve made people cry and didn’t feel an ounce of regret for your words. 

Stunna pulled back to look at you. You smiled sweetly at him, turning your thoughts away from your failures and focused on him. Always on him. Always. He made everything better. He brought you peace in a way that was indescribable. 

Stunna smiled as if he could hear every thought you had about him. He kissed you and you hummed. You pulled away with a yawn and Stunna laughed, shaking his head while he kept dancing with you. 

“We better take this to the bedroom while I can still think,” you said and smiled at him. All this pampering made you beyond sleepy. Heavy. 

“No sex tonight, babe,” he said. 

He continued dancing, twirling you around the room to the mournful crooning of “Die For You” by The Weeknd. You tilted your head and blinked at him. Surely he didn’t mean that. Stunna turned to you and chuckled. He kissed your cheek.

“Tonight, we’re resting,” he said.

“But…dick is resting,” you said. 

Stunna chuckled again and shook his head. “It is not. C’mon baby, trust me. Who takes care of you?” He asked and kissed your cheek.

You sighed heavily and rolled your eyes to the ceiling. “You do,” you said.

“Who takes care of you?” He asked again and kissed your other cheek. 

Your lips pinched as you fought your smile. “You do,” you said when you could trust that you wouldn’t laugh. 

“Alright then. We getting some rest tonight, we gonna have a delicious breakfast, and I’m going to take care of everything,” he said.

“Yes, baby,” you said.

“Mhm, it’s ‘yes, Sir’,” Stunna said, his voice adopting your favorite tone. His Dom voice. Whew. It was like a direct line to your pussy. You immediately started throbbing, biting your lip instinctively. 

“Sir?” You asked, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. 

“You heard me. Now get that look off your face, I said no sex tonight.” He tapped your nose, belying his serious tone. But he already got the engine going. You rubbed yourself against him. You hummed as you did so, admiring the feel of his body hidden beneath his robe. 

“I promise you’ll enjoy this weekend more if you listen,” he said. He raised an eyebrow at you, his jaw flexing with his ‘serious’ face. You grinned and ignored him, turning in his arms and rubbing your ass on his crotch.

He hissed and his hand came to press down on your back. The music switched to something more upbeat, “679” by Fetty Wap bringing out your inner whore. He couldn’t put something like that on without expecting you to shake it on him. He knew what trap songs did to you. 

He began to dance on you back, pushing his growing bulge into your ass. You danced for the entire song, showing out for him. You got your knees involved, not an easy thing these days, and danced on him like you were trying to get him to propose all over again. 

When the song ended, you fell into each other laughing. You coughed and then laughed again, out of breath from dancing and from laughing so hard. The next song slowed everything back down and Stunna pulled you into his arms.

“You gon’ pay for that in the morning,” he said.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” you said and stuck your tongue out at him. 

Stunna gasped and widened his eyes at you. Even you couldn’t mistake the glint of mischief in his eyes. As much as he liked your obedience, you knew he secretly loved your bratty ass. 

“C’mon Miss Big Bad, it’s time for bed,” he said.

“Booo, you’re no fun,” you said. 

Stunna laughed. He grabbed the remote from his robe pocket and switched off the music. You crossed your arms and cocked a hip for good measure. 

“It’s almost three am. Get in the bed,” he said. 

“It is?” You asked. You patted your robe for your phone but it wasn’t there. Did you leave it in the bathroom? You intended to hunt for it to check the time. Stunna stopped you with his hands on your shoulders. He flipped you around to see the digital clock on one of the end tables.

“Oh, damn,” you said. You yawned, confirming that it was well past your bedtime. “Sure I can’t convince you for some fun?” 

Stunna turned off the lights in the kitchen and living room, following behind your heavy footfalls down the hallway. “I’m sure. This is my weekend,” he said.

You giggled, growing delirious with sleepiness. You were at the point where you were yawning every two seconds, growing frustrated from doing it so often. Stunna steered you to the bedroom and helped you strip out of the warm robe. He took off his own and hung it in the closet. 

Stunna pulled the covers down and you scooted onto the bed. You sighed. What spell did he put on you? You were drained. You had absolutely nothing left when just a few minutes ago, you were shaking your ass harder than a stripper working off her debt. 

Stunna got into bed with you and then snuggled in close against your back. He was so damn warm. You moaned, stretching out against him, pushing your ass into his dick. Stunna wrapped his arm around your middle.

“Night, baby,” he said.

Your body melted against his, sweet lullaby of his breathing sending you off to la la land. Stunna nudged you. “Nha?” 

“Good night, baby,” he said. 

“Ni-” You yawned. 

Stunna nudged you again. You giggled. “Nighty night, Sir,” you said. 

Stunna chuckled. He kissed your cheek. “I just want you to remember that you brought this weekend on yourself,” he said. 

The threat would have worked if you heard it. You were already fast asleep, drifting into a dreamless wonderland.

After a shower to wake yourself up, you followed the heavenly aroma of Stunna’s cooking. You padded down the hallway in your robe. You found Stunna in the kitchen, humming to himself with a towel thrown over his shoulder. 

He wore his robe as well, taking a scoop of what he cooked and tasting it. He hummed in satisfaction and then sprinkled some more pepper on it. He turned to the doorway when he heard your knock on the counter. 

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said.

You smiled at him and sat on the barstool. Stunna brought the pan over to you so that you could see what was on the menu. He made a scramble of eggs, sausage, bell peppers, and onions. The smell alone made your mouth water. 

You moaned and smiled at him. “That smells so good,” you said.

“I’m glad. You’re going to need your strength today,” he said. 

You giggled and rolled your eyes. “Promises, promises,” you said. Stunna turned to look at you. He saw your evil smile and shook his head.

“Okay, just wait,” he said. 

You talked about nothing in particular, talked just to hear his voice, as you discussed your families, your work schedules. You discussed the latest books you both had read while you ate his delicious food. Each bite burst with flavor between all the different breakfast foods. Stunna should’ve opened a damn restaurant. 

Stunna made himself some coffee and then tea for you. You doctored it while you told him a story about your annoying coworker, only feeling slightly bad about mocking their exact tone of voice whenever they talked to you. 

When both of your drinks were to your respective tastes, Stunna took your hand and led you towards the back of the house. You hadn’t had a chance to explore out here yet. The hallway was in the same soft tones as the rest of the house and the short hallway behind the kitchen led out to a back porch. 

You gasped, taking in the view. “Oh. My. God,” you said, looking out at the expanse of the woods. The house sat on a hill, overlooking the top of the trees. Beyond it, you could see right down into the city. 

With the morning’s soft oranges and babiest blue, the view was like out of a painting. Birds chirped in the background, sounds of the woods waking up. Water ran somewhere in the distance. A woodpecker tested his beak against a tree. 

“This is…” you said.

“Amazing, I know,” he said and laughed. He led you to a nearby swinging bench. The wood was light colored, with white and blue striped cushions. You shrieked and looked at him. 

“There will be plenty of time to read out here, promise,” he said, reading your mind.

You sighed at him. “I don’t deserve you,” you said.

“Sure you do, baby. You make me wanna do better,” he said. 

“You already are,” you said. He sat down on the swinging bench first, putting his coffee on the wood stump beside it. It had been sanded and polished, providing a natural table to set your own cup down. 

Stunna pulled you to sit in his lap. When you looked at him, he just smiled innocently. You turned back around, suspicion clearly written all over your face. Stunna went for the tie at your waist, tugging on it.

“What are you doing?” You asked, covering the front of the robe with your hands.

“Move your hands,” he said, his voice turning darker. It was completely at odds with the early morning peace. 

You looked back at him. Stunna grabbed your legs and spread them over his own, widening your legs until you felt the pull in your thighs. You lowered your hands and Stunna untied your robe, pulling it open to reveal your entire body. 

You wanted to cover up, you were so exposed. Anyone could be lookin at you. You pictured some freak in the woods at this exact moment, peeking through his binoculars. Stunna moved his hands up and down your body, squeezing your breasts, your tummy, and then palming your mound.

You twitched with a moan, trying to close your legs. Stunna widened his stance, opening your legs wider for his searching fingers. He brought one hand up to your lips. “Suck,” he commanded.

Heat flashed over your skin. A tingle working its way down your spine. You opened your mouth and sucked on his middle two fingers. He fucked your mouth with his fingers, pushing it in and out, and hummed as he leaned to the side to watch you. You felt him throb beneath your ass and you moaned. 

It had been entirely too long since he dominated you so well. In all the mix of having sex, you forgot what it was like to tease. To flirt. To obey. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, eyeing him as you did so. You moaned once more on his fingers. 

“Hm, nasty ass. Get it nice and wet,” he said. 

You drooled on his fingers, growing wetter by the second. He continued to push his fingers inside. Your eyes drooped, watching him bite his lip. Watching his eyes turn darker. His jaw flex. All of it made it harder to breathe properly. 

Stunna pulled his fingers out and you whimpered, pouting at him. He used one hand to spread your pussy lips and then brought his wet fingers to your entrance, pushing in. You moaned, head falling back onto his shoulder. You gasped, your lip quivering. 

“Did sucking my fingers turn you on?” He asked.

You nodded, whimpering too much to answer him. Stunna chuckled. “Nasty fuckin’ slut,” he said, pushing his fingers in deeper.

“Fuu–,” you moaned, clenching around his fingers. You began to twitch and jerk on his body, alternating between gasping for air and moaning. Stunna didn’t give you an inch. He continued to finger fuck you, curling his fingers inside and making you cross your eyes.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” you moaned. 

Stunna stilled his fingers. You whimpered and gyrated on his fingers. Stunna kissed your ear and your jaw, pulling his fingers slowly out of you. You whimpered more as he dragged his wet fingers up to your clit.

You throbbed. You wanted to cum so badly, you were willing to do some unholy things for it. “Please,” you whispered. 

“Remember when you didn’t listen yesterday?” He asked. He kissed your cheek after his question and you stuttered with your next breath. 

“Aww, don’t punish me, Stunna,” you said. You gasped after you said his name, realizing your mistake. 

Stunna sighed and nudged his nose against your ear. He nibbled on the shell of your ear while he moved his fingers in giant circles, making your lower belly cramp with need. “See, I was gonna let you cum. But that mouth reckless,” he said.

“Wait–”

Stunna shushed you, moving his left hand under your leg and lifting. You were already spread open as far as you were able. Lifting it ensured that you didn’t move without his say-so. 

“The things I was gonna treat you to,” he said, and hummed. His dick throbbed beneath you and you whimpered. 

“I can be good–”

Stunna shushed you again, plunging his fingers back inside. His fingers stretched you, preparing you for what he was going to do next. He drove your orgasm to the peak, holding you open when you wanted nothing more than to trap his hand between your thighs. You rode his fingers, gasping for air.

“Needy little slut, too? Chase that shit since you want it so bad,” he said. You moaned, wrapping your arms behind his head. You scratched at the nape of his neck while he sent you into another atmosphere. 

“Oue, oue, oue!” You screamed, your belly tightening as your orgasm approached. Before you could cum, Stunna pulled his fingers out. “Nooooo!” 

Stunna pushed his fingers into your mouth. You tasted yourself on his fingers. You moaned, slurping yourself up. Stunna groaned and rolled his hips. You made sure to use your tongue, licking up every last drop. 

“I decide when you cum,” Stunna said and licked your neck. You moaned and closed your eyes. There were too many sensations. It was making you spaz out, jerking and twitching on his lap. 

You nodded. “Yes, Sir,” you said around his fingers. 

Stunna pulled his fingers out of your mouth. He wiped it on his robe and then pushed you to stand. He stood up as well and took off his robe. He quickly folded it and put it on the ground. He sat down on the swinging bench and beckoned you to step closer. 

His dick was gloriously thick and long, all the way down to the tip. You moaned, staring at the bead of pre-cum leaking out. Stunna grabbed the base of his dick and moaned, stroking his dick. 

“Knees. Open,” he groaned.

You dropped to your knees, kneeling on his robe. A slight breeze caressed your skin but the sun was starting to warm up. Stunna’s beautiful, rich dark skin glowed with the sun. It casted pretty shadows on his face as he looked down at you. 

You opened your mouth, waiting for him to give you the go ahead to take him. Stunna bit his lip, furrowing his eyebrows as he stroked himself faster. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy when you listen,” he said. 

You nestled between his legs, watching with rapt attention as he stroked himself in a loose grip. You whimpered when it seemed like he was just going to make you watch. You looked at him and he smirked. 

“Your needy ass want this dick huh?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir, I want it,” you said.

“You gonna swallow me down like a good slut?” He asked. Your pussy clenched painfully hearing him call you that. You nodded and Stunna groaned.

“Good. Take this dick,” he said. He planted his feet to still the swinging bench. You placed your hands on his dick, taking over stroking for him. 

You inhaled the deeply masculine scent of him. You kissed the tip of his dick and Stunna put his arms around the back of the bench. He adjusted in his seat and then watched you open your mouth and take him in. 

“Fuuck,” he moaned, throwing his head back. You giggled and then started to bob your head. You relaxed your jaw, getting into a nice rhythm. Stunna groaned and you looked at him, watched as his face went through all kinds of emotions. Too many for you to name. 

“Deeper, take me deeper. I know you can do it,” he encouraged.

You leaned up higher on your knees and then did as he said, took him deeper in your mouth. You took him fast and deep, the only sound was the sound of your gawk gawk skills, Stunna’s moaning, and the birds overhead. 

“That’s a good slut. That’s a good fuckin’ slut. Taking me well. Ou, ou, just like that. Just like that,” Stunna said, gripping the sides of your face and pulling you down faster. You breathed through your nose as he face fucked you, taking over control and treating you like his own fleshlight. 

Your drool slid down the side of his dick, mixing with his precum. You moaned at the taste of him, swirling your tongue around his tip. 

Stunna jerked his hips and looked at you with that crooked smile of his. “You ready for this nut?” He asked.

“Yes, Sir,” you slobbered on him.

Stunna dropped his head to the back of the bench. He continued to face fuck you, his dick jumping in your mouth. He groaned and then moaned loudly, cumming down your throat. You swallowed him, milking him for all he was worth. You continued to suck as he came and he twitched, eyes rolling, as he moaned again. 

You released him when he tapped on your cheek. You grinned, licking your lips and finally working out the crick in your jaw. Taking him fucking hurt sometimes but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You couldn’t explain why it thrilled you so much to get your husband to cum in your mouth. You felt a personal satisfaction that it was you who did it. And that you were able to continue to do it. 

Stunna grinned and caressed your jaw. He pulled you into a kiss, tongue dueling with yours. He moaned, deepening the kiss. He pulled back roughly and dropped his forehead to yours. “Bedroom. Now,” he said.

You giggled and hopped up from the porch, running inside. You headed straight to the bedroom, hopping onto the bed. Stunna followed closely behind, dick bobbing. You bit your lip, watching it. You wanted him back inside you. You wanted to please him some more.

Stunna went to his side of the room, pulling the mysterious black bag out from beneath the bed. You laid on your side watching him. He unzipped the duffle, eyeing you while he rummaged around in it. 

You peeked over the edge, eyes growing wider as your brain stalled on what was inside. Different types of ropes and handcuffs. A belt. Dildos and vibrators. You lifted your eyes to him while he selected a silk rope. 

He gestured for you to offer your hands. You pouted at him but he stared you down. His chest rose and fell with his breaths and you whined as you lifted your hands. Stunna slipped the black silk rope over your wrists and tightened it, securing it to you. He tested the pull on it and asked if it hurt you.

You shook your head. You tested the rope, trying to get out of it yourself. You couldn’t. You smirked at him. 

“Can you get out?” He asked.

“Nope,” you said, popping the p. Stunna grinned and you had to sigh from seeing his beautiful, wide smile. He pulled the rope, pulling you into a standing position. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. 

“Sit,” he said. You sat back down on the bed. He pulled you to stand once more and you smirked at him, thighs slick with your essence. Your belly twisted with need. “Sit.”

You sat once more and looked to him for your next command. Stunna smiled. “Not being a brat today?” He asked.

You shrugged. “It’ll come when you least expect it,” you said. 

He chuckled and then lifted you higher onto the bed. Your legs dangled off the end of the bed, toes brushing against the ottoman. Stunna got in between, pushing your legs further apart. 

He grinned at you and then settled down onto his elbows. He lowered his face to your pussy, nudging his nose against your pussy, tickling the hairs there. You giggled and tried to close your legs. 

Stunna placed a kiss to your pussy lips and then looked up at you. “Hands above your head. If you move them, I’ll stop,” he said.

You kicked your foot against the ottoman. “You’re so mean!” You said. 

Stunna tilted his head at you. “When I least expect it huh?” He asked.

You giggled and shrugged your shoulders. “I’m a woman of many talents,” you said. 

Stunna shook his head. “Goofy ass. Hands up,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” you mocked, putting your hands above your head on the bed. Stunna lowered himself once more to your pussy, inhaling deeply and humming in pleasure. “Smell so good,” he said.

He opened his mouth and rolled out his tongue, using it to separate your pussy lips. You moaned, bringing your arm to your mouth and biting down as he found your clit. His mouth was hot on your clit and you moaned. He teased you, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. 

“Ouee, shit, ouee shit,” you moaned. 

“Let me hear you, baby,” he said.

You moaned louder, cursing to the high heavens, as he licked your pussy. He brought his fingers to your pussy and plunged his fingers inside.

“Oh god!” You moaned, wanting to lower your arms to hold onto him but you didn’t want him to stop. Far from it, your eyes were rolling behind your closed lids from the sheer pleasure of his tongue on you.

“Ohhh, ohhh, oueeeeee,” you wailed. 

He pumped his fingers and ate you with a vengeance. Like he was truly punishing you for something. Damned if you knew what it was. Perhaps it was your attitude. You took it a bit too far. You made a mental note to do it again. If it got him eating you out like this…fuck, how long had it been? 

When did you lose yourself to schedules and sex dates and a little stick deciding your mood? When did you turn into such a crone that saw sex as another chore? A stepping stone to the baby you wanted? 

You twitched, groaning. “Oh fuck, baby. What did I do?” You cried. Stunna curled his fingers, rubbing against your sweet spot and your cries turned sharp, loud, piercing. 

“Not a damn thing,” he said against your pussy, lips wet from your dripping essence. 

“Then why you doing this to meeeee?” You cried. 

“‘Cause I can,” he said. He returned to eating you out, proving that he was only playing with you earlier. Your thighs trembled with pleasure. Your breathing turned ragged and sharp, stuttering in your chest as you fought to moan at the same time. 

“Sir, please,” you moaned. 

Stunna slurped up your essence, fingers still pumping faster and faster. You couldn’t do anything but moan, incoherent words and sounds spilling from you. Stunna latched onto your pussy one last time and you came on his tongue, came with loud shrieks and groans. Your body flopped on the bed. Stunna held your legs open and continued to devour you while you came undone at the seams. 

He ate you until you came down, huffing and puffing with effort. Your body felt like jelly. Weightless. You stared up at Stunna in amazement while he climbed onto the bed. The bed dipped with his weight. 

He lifted you by the hips and flipped you over onto your stomach. You went with little resistance, letting him position you how he liked while he checked on you. “Feeling good, baby?” 

“I think I died. This is heaven, surely?” You asked.

Stunna chuckled. “No,” he said. He pulled the duffle bag over to him and pulled out a vibrator. He teased you with it on the lowest setting, rubbing around your sensitive clit. “Oof, baby, please,” you begged. It was too soon for you to come again. Your body jerked, trying to get away from how good it felt.

Stunna leaned down over you and kissed your cheek. “I decide when you cum,” he said and kissed you again. 

You moaned as he pushed the vibrator into your sopping wet pussy. He turned up the setting and you moaned, grinding into the bed as the vibrator got you horny all over again. You were still humping the bed when Stunna positioned you on your elbows and knees. Not easy to do with your hands cuffed together.

He smacked your ass and you shrieked, pussy clenching around the vibrator. “But baby!” 

“Don’t ‘baby’ me. Yo ass thought shit was sweet?” He asked. He smacked your ass again, lighting up the other cheek with dry fire that made your pussy throb. 

“Pleaaaase,” you moaned. Stunna delivered more smacks, spanking you. You moaned after each one, stretching your back so that he had more areas to hit. Your ass was on fire but the inferno in your lower belly was even worse. 

The vibrator pushed right against your spot and you started to shake, thighs quaking, lip quivering. You moaned, pussy dripping with your essence around the vibrator. Stunna grabbed it and started to fuck you with it.

“Oue, fuck, oue fuck. Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” you moaned and begged, fucking him back on the vibrator.

“That’s my good fuckin’ slut. Chase that shit how you need,” he cooed to you. 

“Need…you…” you moaned, trying to fight off your orgasm. 

“What was that?” Stunna asked. He continued to fuck you with the vibrator, your pussy making all kinds of loud squelching noises. Like your pussy didn’t want to let go of the vibrator, not completely. “Can’t hear you over the sound of this pussy gripping the fuck outta this vibrator. Guess you don’t need me after all, huh?” 

You shook your head. “Need you,” you moaned. “Need that fat dick in this pussy, now!” You begged. 

“Tell me what you need?” He asked. He ignored you and continued to fuck you with the vibrator, turning it up to the highest setting. You sniffled, tears making your eyes itch. You were close to cumming, so close it hurt, but you wanted to cum on his dick.

“Fill me up, please. Please, please,” you whispered. 

“I love it when you beg for this dick,” he said. He pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with his dick. 

You moaned and gripped the sheets when he entered you, sliding in easily. The vibrator helped you prepare for his size, prepare for the sheer fullness of him stretching your needy little hole. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” You screamed. Stunna placed his hands on your hips and stroked. He rolled his hips and made you slam on his dick.

Your ass smacked against his thighs, igniting fresh waves of heat to travel from your ass, down your legs, and straight to your pussy. Stunna moaned, slamming your harder. Pressure built in your body, steam rising, until you were screaming like a tea kettle.

“Oh fuck!” Stunna moaned. You squeezed his dick as you came hard, furious, losing your voice with the force of it. He stroked a handful of times before joining you, filling you to the brim with his cum. 

Your body jerked one last time, twitching with his throbbing dick. He pumped it into you, body shaking as he pulled out. You shivered, crawling forward.

“Mhm, I’m not done,” Stunna said, out of breath and sweaty. He grabbed the vibrator from the bed and pushed it back in, trapping his cum inside. He fingered your clit and made you moan, made you clench and hopefully soak up his cum. 

You collapsed onto the bed and waved your arm. “Mercy, mercy,” you whispered.

Stunna chuckled and lowered the setting on the vibrator. He still kept it lodged inside you as he went to the bathroom and wetted a washcloth. He wiped down your sweaty, slick skin. He finally took out the vibrator and cleaned up the cum that slipped out of you. You watched it leak out with him and he kissed your temple. 

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” he promised. 

He spent the rest of the weekend doing just that. Filling you up like an absolute twinkie. The last thing on your mind was having a baby. You just wanted him with you, on you, in you, and all around you. You couldn’t get enough of talking with him, laughing with him, looking into his eyes while you both came at the same time.

And then you ate and danced and spent the rest of the weekend in your own little bubble. It was beyond heaven. Beyond perfection. You wished you could freeze this weekend. Or play it on a loop. You fell in love with your husband all over again this past weekend. You had no words to thank him. To cherish him.

A week later, you stood with him in the bathroom waiting for the stupid ass timer to go off. Stunna held your hand and kissed the back of it. He locked eyes with you in the mirror. 

“Whatever it says, we’ll deal with it together,” he said.

You smiled and nodded, trying to put on a brave face for him. You didn’t know what you would do if it was negative again. You couldn’t face the disappointment in his eyes. The way he would try to be strong for you. 

Your phone dinged and you took a deep breath, grabbing the pregnancy stick and flipping it over.

“Let’s goooooo!!!!” Stunna screamed. 

The dark, clear plus sign didn’t seem real. Your hand shook as you turned to face Stunna. “We did it! We did it!” You screamed.

Stunna hugged you and lifted you off of the ground. “You did it baby. You did it, I love you. I love you,” he said and kissed your face.

You giggled from all of the kisses, hugging him back as fiercely. Stunna lowered you to the ground and then kissed your socks off. He even bent you back with the force of the kiss, the happiness bursting through him was like the first break of sun after a cloudy day.

“Thank you,” he said, straightening up. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you once more. Your lips danced, pouring in all of your frustrations, hurts, and regrets. All of it was washed away with the news. 

“Come on, beautiful, we need to celebrate!” He said. He yanked on your arm. 

You laughed, trying to keep up with his long strides to your bedroom. “How?” You asked.

“With more dick!” He yelled over his shoulder. You giggled all the way to your bedroom.

The end.

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[chaosjustexists]

rant time cus I finally got around to watching avengers endgame and the ending with steve SUCKS

from what I know I think they needed a reason to not have Steve/Captain America v1 show up again cus of contract shit which sure, but there are much better IN CHARACTER ways to do that

first of all: Peggy is great and all but that whole plot line is at most a 'I dated her in highschool' level of relationship. he kissed like 1 time

second: he loves bucky way to much for that. just no. even if u somehow, trhough and enormous amount of homophobia and heteronormativity think that they aren't in love and don't at any point think about marrying eachother when they find out thats legal, their bond is far to strong to be sacrificed by steve for peggy. no.

third: remember all of age of ultron? that part where it's essentially implied that steve can't age? whered that go marvel??

fourth: same movie, different aspect: "God's righteous man. Pretending you could live without a war." -Ultron. He deserves to retire yes but 1) theres no way he actually would (this is the kid from brooklyn who fought when he could barely breathe) 2) he would want to be around just in case (remember half of the reason he took issue with the accords? "What if there is somewhere we need to go, and they don't let us?" -Steve) he would stay in his time just in case he's needed 3) he should retire with bucky, the only person whose been there for almost every part of his life, or at least somewhere where bucky is involved

so, my solution?

he comes back, gives the sheild to sam, finds a place to have a home where bucky would also live whenever he wasnt busy with his stuff, and ignores the outside world except for major updates (think he has a single phone with numbers to all the important people but otherwise he can just live his artist life inside his house and get updates from bucky on when he'll be home next)

the closest to in character that I think we would ever see of Steve "fighting bullies since I couldn't breathe right and running into war to save my best friend against orders twice" Rogers retiring and not showing up again

and this is only really an option cus I understand that actors cannot stay with one movie franchise for their whole career and everyone would notice if you switched out chris evans

sorry if there are and spelling errors I needed to get this typed put before I forgot it all lol

[dear-ao3]

hi it's me the person from like a week ago who's writing that college paper about f1 i was gonna respond and then i immediately forgot lol. the paper is on the different media strategies and narratives of the fia, teams, drivers, gp locations, etc, and how they interact with each other. and also how the ways liberty media and the fia are marketing the sport and drawing in new fans is actually alienating people and suppressing the authenticity of the sport. especially post drive to survive.

i'm a comms major lol i am a massive public relations nerd

also a couple questions: idk how well versed you are in business stuff but how would you say f1 has changed its branding, especially pre liberty media to now? and how were drivers marketed before the era of portraying them as like,, pop stars? when was that shift? also if you have any specific examples (or places i could find examples) related to that stuff or sexism in f1 or just how f1 tries to control the narrative i would appreciate it because jesus christ the lack of research is terrible

ok dump over the essays not due for another like 3 weeks but when its done i can send it to you if you want to read it :)

aaaaa this got lost in my ask box i hope i’m not too late posting it :/ unfortunately i have no real sources for you. i know the shift was post drive to survive, but i think it also depends on the country because like f1 hasn’t really been a huge Thing in the us, but like ferrari has been italys second religion for years. so it might make sense if you focused it on a country. like in the time since dts first released they added two more us gps: miami (2022) and las vegas (2023). i know there’s a lot of british bias, especially by sky sports and sometimes in the penalties as well. i think fernando alonso called that out this year (?) and max also usually mentions it a few times (at brazil this year he definitely called out the british press) i know there’s also interviews of drivers saying post dts people recognized them way more (maybe this was daniel? or lando?) but some of them really like it (daniel) and some of them don’t (like max) you could also play the angle from social media, like george used to i know at least run his own twitter way back in the day (might have been pre f1 but i think he was still running it loosely in 2019 or at least tweeting himself) and now he doesn’t really touch social media At All cause of the comments he gets. lando used to run most of his own social media also until i think like 2020? 2021? (as in i don’t think he had a social media team) before he passed it off to someone else, though i know he still goes on for sure. i think a lot of them definitely cleaned up their media presence post dts (like lewis was certainly a pr nightmare at one point earlier in his career which a lot of people don’t realize or remember and we’re not even going to talk about fernando alonso). the sport has gotten more tame for sure over the years, they used to get away with doing and saying way more but that could also just be a general cultural shift, there’s also i know pockets of people who are like oh this sport used to be so respectful and manly and blah blah blah and like. there’s photos of michael schumacher at a party in a wedding dress. david coulthard used to pretend to kiss his teammates on the lips in front of the cameras. as for sexism, there have been female drivers before, usually only doing short stints. i know susie wolff has talked about this with the f1 academy how pretty much only lewis consistently shows up to support it. i think max (?) said earlier this year that academy is great but if they want them to make it to f1 they need to give them faster cars. there’s also the whole horner fiasco from earlier this year.

idk if any of this is useful. or if you’ve already turned in your paper. in any case, good luck :)

[the-traveling-poet]

hello there!

alright, hc...what do you think about Levi with a partner that has adhd? as in inattentive adhd?

like...very forgetful, can't focus to save their life, careless mistakes that they don't even notice, short attention span, "smart but lazy", impulsive, very emotional and literally just jumping from one topic to another while talking, withdrawing suddenly and this intensely mood swings man, they're the worst (I have adhd, lol).

basically the whole thing...how do you think Levi would handle that?

and thank you, I absolutely love your work🫂❤️

Headcannon no. 11

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A/N: anon I FEEL you. for me it’s disassociation so I’mma add that to the HC list here :)

I hope I did this justice for your preferences!

taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

(If you’d like added to the taglist, just DM me :) )

Enjoy~

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At first, he really couldn’t understand what qualified you as a reliable soldier to humanity.

But after working near you; both fresh out of boot camp, and then later outside the walls, he started to understand.

While your attentjon seemed to come and go on matters both huge and small, in the best and the worst of timing, he saw how close of attention you paid to every little detail. Even if it was forgotten for a short time until it became useful to you.

He grew to admire these attributes, slowly but surly growing accustomed to your mannerisms and the charm that came with your accidental inattentiveness. This eventually sparked a friendship, and after some time, feelings.

When he proposed the idea of his growing affections to you after some time to think, he’d have expected your reaction to be simple; either shocked or joyed.

He wasn’t at all expecting your distracted response.

“Well yeah, I knew that. I just figured I’d wait till you said something. But also it’s cause I forgot to tell you that I knew.”

You were refreshing to him, in some way.

He realized he could tell you the same story twice and watch your face light up in amusement if you had forgotten the tale.

Though he might see it as incompetent from others, he appreciated the way you’d sometimes forget to lace a strap on your uniform, or simply became too distracted to finish the job. This always enabled him to fix it for you with the excuse to double check your safety and be nearest to you.

The times your emotions got the better of you, regardless your reaction, helped remind him that it was okay for him to feel things, too. And in this way, he could talk it out with you and vise versa. After some time of this, it drastically reduced his stress.

Whenever you would disassociate or zone out, it gave him the opportunity to really study and admire you; as well as to have a moment’s break from how long you’d been going over the topic at hand. He’d never admit it if you ever zoned back into reality and caught him, but he adored examining your side profile when you’d cut yourself off from a conversation you’d been having. It was endearing, really.

Your occasional mood swings gave him entertainment at times, as well. Not that he would ever laugh at your expense, but watching you go from bouncing off the walls with excitement to kicking your feet through the grass with a scowl always kept him on his toes. Something he really appreciated, as being complacent in any way bothered him.

Your relationship with Levi constantly kept him curious and observant. He was never bored, never forced into a repetitive loop of events. With you, every day had a new adventure.

Whether that adventure was ensuring your saftey and reminding you to maintain your health on a daily basis, or listening to you ramble on over one of your hyper-fixations in the earliest hours of the morning when you decided sleep could wait. And decided for him that he could do the same.

He would always pretend to be disgruntled by it all, but the way he stared into your eyes with such adoration and excitment rimming his irises behind closed doors told you all you needed to know.

You made him worry about things he’s never considered before, opening his mind to new topics and ways of doing things. And he wouldn’t change that for anything.

His fellow veteran associates would catch him with his hand on the small of your back to protectively walk you from one side of the room towards the other, or tying up your hair for you on the field when you’d forgotten a band for yourself.

He was always prepared, but now that he was with you he took many more precautions. And it made him feel useful to you, no matter how big or small his gestures were.

Levi was always an attentive man, but your ADHD now had him conditioned to be even more so.

He saw it as a challenge some days, always watching and guarding your six. But he loved a good challenge, and always rose to the occasion without any prompt.

ADHD and all, Levi’s devotion to you would grow stronger than any attachment he had to anything else. You made his protective side come out, yet softened him all the same with your adorable antics. Through every struggle, he was there to support and help.

You were his favorite challenge; his favorite investment.

[v3x-y0urs3lf]

Blooming Panic if MC was the author.

Unfortunately I haven’t written fanfic in over 2 or 3 years so you’re all getting headcanons.. even then I’m high as shit and barely know what I’m talking about. Expect this to be halfassed.

Okay, this mainly follows Toaster’s storyline just.. without romance to be more accepting to everyone’s tastes.

I know canonically the servers been around for like 2/3 years and MC (who I’m just going to continue to call MC for the hell of it.) only has just joined.. but what if they were also BloomBot?

Like, assuming MC doesn’t ACTUALLY work in finance and assuming that they’re actually good enough at coding to make the server possible.. it’s not too bad of an idea.

Hear me out. BloomBot secretly being a person this entire time, watching their chat history, listening in on calls but being unable to actually say anything? Probably gets lonely.

.. So MC makes their own account and joins in, pretending to have no idea who any of them are.

Or another idea - BloomBot just belongs to them and is just your average bot, Mc joins because they themselves have lost all motivation for the series and doesn’t know what to do with it.

I also really like that idea.

Imagine just MC writing and rewriting the final chapter over and over again, or better yet, imagine MC NOT writing the final chapter. Just staring at a blank document with 0 ideas. Likely in tons of stress and no motivation to continue writing but knowing they have thousands of fans waiting for the next chapter.

MC joins a ton of fan servers to try and get some inspiration from ideas but only one really clicks with them - the super secret discord server that we all know of.

There’s moments of guilt within them when Jules or Nightowl are worried or upset with no sign of the final chapter but the chapter continues to be prolonged.

I promised there’d be no particular romance forced into this despite it being Toast’s route but here’s a slight snippet of what I think would happen depending on characters.

Toast.. isn’t much to say really. It’s similar to his natural route where he tries to find who’s behind this, maybe some deep coding down and he might get an email from BloomBots code (Can you tell I know nothing about coding? lol.) I’m not saying he’d know that MC is the author, I just wouldn’t be surprised if he started offhandedly mentioning that sometimes a long break from work is needed and VERY MUCH okay to do so when MC is in call with him.

Nightowl is stressed with both his own school problems and NOW he doesn’t have a way to escape the dread of exams and finals. In a way.. He can relate to that reason the anonymous update was explained with. It might just be me but the way the update described it, it’s pretty obvious the ‘author’ was under stress. He can relate to that stress and probably rants to the MC about it in a late night call.. Knowing someone can relate with you and that you aren’t alone does wonders to someone’s mental health, especially since Nightowl is still pushing through his stress and still moving forward.

Quest.. I completely forgot his character but I think he’s a bit too busy to think about the problem deeply. Sure, The last chapter probably won’t be uploaded but.. it’s not the end of the world? He has work and being the server mod.. the biggest problem he has is making sure everyone else is calm and okay. If MC ends up confessing that they themselves are pretty stressed for whatever reason then he totally gives some great advice, tells MC to take life slow and to take breaks if they need to.. which actually kind of helps knowing you can take your time and go at your own pace.

Xyx is actually bummed out about the whole thing. If blooming panic ends then.. does that mean the community ends? People like having a community to go to and ESPECIALLY when someone is so adrenaline hungry like Xyx then things can be.. hard during times like this when it’s suddenly ending. Xyx isn’t one to vent about it but if he sees MC down about it then he’ll definitely find a way to make them spill (as in vent.) One way or another he’ll convince MC to take a break and he tries to cheer them up.

I understand a lot of this was probably mischaracterised and I apologise for that. I do really want to hit it off as a writer but I’m honestly not really good? Lol. I really am trying, I promise. Thank you for your patience.

[chaotic-mystery]

how about 85 from the smut list... "there are PEOPLE outside this door!" and 88 or 99 (I can't recall which is which) "these walls aren't soundproof, you know?" and the last one is the same vein, something about being quiet. Still, brings to mind being fucked up against a wall or on a pool table in a tucked away room at a bar or house during a big thing or when someone is in the next room. lol. I mean, if you're open to that.

A/N: LISTEn i'm sO sorry I took a million years to answer this, work is beating a bitches ass rn :(

Joel flirted with you sometimes and most of it was lighthearted, but everything he was saying that night, he meant 100%. He couldn't keep his goddamn eyes off you, the way your hair looked so beautiful and done so well, your outfit that made you stand out from everyone else there. Every time you'd stop to talk to someone new, he'd walk behind you and touch your waist in passing like he needed to feel your body tingle in his quick touch. It rushed straight to your panties and caused your breath to hitch for a moment before your brain went foggy and you forgot what you were saying.

He finally stopped teasing and sat in the chair along the side of the room, away from clusters of people. Your dad was at the other end of the screened in porch talking someone's ear off, so this was payback for Joel teasing you the whole night while you were trying to be a good girl for once. His hands rubbed against the top of his thighs slowly as you strolled over to him. He spread his legs further apart as he slouched slightly in the chair, his head cocked while he looked you up and down for the millionth time that night.

"Whaddya' want, little girl?" he asked lowly and took a sip of the drink in his cup, his brown eyes looking dead at you the entire time. You bent down and pressed your palms flat against his thighs as you leaned in close and smirked at him. "C'mon Joel, don't pretend like you haven't been eye-fucking me the entire time I've been here. Is there something you wanna say to me?" you taunted and leaned closer, your faces inches apart. His breathing got faster and it felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. Thank god you got lost in the sea of people so your dad didn’t see you cornering his friend like this.

"There's many things I could say to you, sweetheart. What I wanna do to you though- well shit, that's a whole different fuckin' ballpark. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He was quick with his comebacks, testing to see how you’d respond. The way his lips curled into a smirk got you going even more, it was a game to him. “Lay it on me cowboy, let me see what you got.” You whispered in his ear and stood up with your hands on your hips. Joel stood on his feet quickly, grabbing your arm and strategically pulling you through the crowd to the door and around the corner into the hall. He pressed his lips against yours roughly, his hands grabbing at every part of your body he could.

You backed up into the nearest room with his lips still on yours until your ass bumped into something, your dads new pool table. “Bend over for me, darlin. I wanna see how wet that fuckin’ pussy is for daddy” Joel muttered as he backed away a little and took another look at you, to admire what he was about to destroy. You dropped your pants to the floor and spread your legs, your hand coming from between your legs to rub your cunt, showing Joel exactly what he does to you.

His hand smacks your ass as he rips your panties in half with his bare hands, dropping the fabric on the floor. “This is what you wanted to hear about princess? How I’d bend your ass over this fuckin pool table and wreck that tight hole of yours? How I’d have my way with you and make you beg me to stop even though it feels so good you don’t want it to end?” Joel had such a way with words it was hard to be witty and on your game when all you could think about was him fucking your brain loose.

A sharp gasp left your lips as he buried his cock inside you, groaning as he felt you squeeze around him. “Fuck, bunny you’re so goddamn tight. Such a naughty little girl, making me fuck you silly while everyone is on the other side of the wall.” You half giggled half moaned in excitement and Joel gave your ass a firm smack. “Don’t go moaning all loud now, there are people outside this door, you hear me?” You whimpered in agreement as he began fucking you, his cock covered in your sticky arousal. Your muffled sounds turned him on even more as he shoved your head further against the velvet table, your cheeks squished under the palm of his hand.

“You think in between songs they can hear me fucking you, princess? These walls aren’t soundproof ya know? Think they can hear you bein a nasty slut for me, bent over begging to be fucked on your dads new pool table, tits everywhere on the velvet.”

He always knew how to make your spine tingle and eyes roll back, “yeah I bet they can daddy. I bet they can hear how good you make me feel, -fuck go faster Joel, please!”

He grabbed your shoulders for support as he rams his cock balls deep inside you. He tosses his head back, through gritted teeth he growls, “who’s your fuckin daddy, baby?”

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[loremaster]

BOBA AU - CHAPTER 1 EXTRAS

I had actually drawn a few more things than could fit within the 30-image-per-post limit. Here are the ones that didn't make the cut, with commentary!

(tw: mild animal abuse, n*zi mention, suggestive themes)

Zilch's animal companions. I named Carmina Burana and Tortellini, Gucci and Bosch were named by my friends - though Bosch was supposed to be called Hieronymus, it just didn't fit on the nametag lol

I wanted to illustrate some examples of Zilch casually mistreating/neglecting the animals but this was as far as I got. I don't think he would be a full on animal abuser, just... the type of person who likes having a bunch of pets to show off but doesn't really think about properly caring for them. He likes the aesthetics of animals much more than the logistics.

This was gonna be the chapter cover and I forgot. Oops.

This was just practice drawing the church characters from their sprites.

Zilch: I must say, it's an unexpected pleasure to run into another kindred spirit around here. I'm Zilch~

This scene was actually cut deliberately. I drew it before I decided exactly what the Nun's issue with Zilch would be and then once I did, I felt like it didn't fit anymore. Zilch is still excited to see someone else with ears and tail like him, but in the final version, he's a lot more derisive about it.

I imagine the Nun is, like, an actual animal-human hybrid whereas Zilch is a furry with a wallet that can afford bioengineered bodymods. (One day, my friends... one day...)

Zilch being flippant and Halara being dismissive/tsundere. Couldn't really find a place to put it but I still like the drawing - even if I did accidentally give Zilch human ears.

By the way, you might notice Zilch hasn't been wearing his cap. There are two reasons. One is to show off that his ears aren't actually connected to it. If I had the time to go back and redraw the prologue with him wearing it - so Halara's "holy fuck" reaction makes more sense here - I would. (Not really worth trying to fix though, not until the rest of the story is done.)

But the other reason is that upon looking closer at Zilch's original design, I thought it was a little too evocative of Nazi imagery and wasn't really comfortable with it. It's not really the same style of hat, sure, but combined with the swastikas in his eyes??? yeah no way is that not intentional. (I redesigned his eye symbols to be catlike slit pupils instead.)

I get he (or, the hitman, I guess) is supposed to be a villain, and a minor one, in the original game... but here I'm gonna flesh him out a bit more. So I guess in that sense the removal of the hat symbolizes his growth as a character beyond his terrible awful fascist upbringing lol (more on that in the Gumshoe Gabs soon)

If I were making this an actual game it would be fun to have Yuma get a fun little added gameplay element of using Zilch's Forte like he does with Halara's. He gets some little animal friends!!!

I imagined Zilch would ask to be carried, but Halara won't do it without getting paid an exorbitant amount. And then Zilch forks over the cash on the spot. Yuma screams internally. If he had that the whole time why were they even trying to negotiate over the coat???!? Why does he still have his own debt to pay if Zilch could just cover the whole thing up front????

Halara has to pretend not to be enthusiastic about this opportunity.

Shinigami is... there, I guess.

Martina my wife driving around her little parasite of a boyfriend. Ms Electro please call me

Was originally gonna have Seth say that out loud but then I remembered he doesn't want to lose his job. (It's okay, he loses it anyway.)

(Also yes this is pre-Vivia-DLC.)

And then the mystery is solved!

Zilch feels indebted to Halara for saving him from the Nail Man, and wants to follow their example, turn it around, treat his animals better... his act of goodwill here is extremely performative, though. But, hey, everyone's gotta start somewhere!

Ultimately I cut this scene after coming up with the cat bed idea. (Was very tempted to have Halara cruelly taking the coat from the boy, but just decided to skip it instead.)

So Zilch kinda idolizes Halara now... which is fine... but then the morning after he really lets his simp flag fly.

Congrats on your furry boyfriend, I guess?????

A doodle from the margins of this comic way back when.... which finally has a place to belong! \o/

Zilch's fursona. His "zursona," if you will.

Thanks again for reading! I love everyone's comments in the tags and I'm so glad you all like my version of Zilch especially. Excited to develop him some more in future chapters >:)

[ravenlly]

(Sun and Moon Show Theory #5: Ruin X His Roxanne, A Possible Tragic Love Theory )

Wow, it has been a while since I've made my last theory. It was also Ruin-related because I mayyy have an obsession with him. Anyway, this theory is one I've been thinking about a lot lately.

Anyway, in this theory I will be discussing why I think Ruin got together with the Roxanne in his universe. It might get a bit long since I want to piece together his past, personality, and the few things we do know about him. I'll also be adding sources/timestamps if I can and posting a more digestible version of this on the official discord lol.

So far, we know Ruin's dimension was destroyed by the Creator and he watched everyone around him turn against each other due to the virus and then inevitably die. We know he felt very strongly about this. Strongly enough for him to be willing to pretend to be a maniac for years on end to survive just to be able to eventually destroy 5,000 universes worth of evil Creators. Not only to save universes but also to avenge his friends (source: WHY WAS ECLIPSE MADE?!?! in VRChat, 5:38, though I believe was mentioned multiple times). Note that he sounds very deeply sad when talking about his friends, which is in contrast to how he sounds a lot of the time.

This means he was probably really close to the animatronics in his universe. Closer to them than Sun and Moon are to anyone outside their family I bet, seeing as he didn't have a whole celestial family in his universe like what Sun and Moon have going on in their universe. After all, Sun and Moon merged and there was no family drama to come. No Earth, Lunar evil Eclipse (he was the only Eclipse), etc. He likely got to bond with the other animatronics in the Pizzaplex and get to know them, making him become way closer than Sun and Moon are to anyone outside their family. Of course, this would mean he would inevitably interact with Roxanne Wolf.

Now, it's very crucial to mention, in our main universe, Roxanne was wanting to date Sun. Sun was also wanting to date her. In fact, he really, really liked her. The thing is, they were very, very close to becoming a couple, but then Eclipse came in and did that whole maternity chip thing just to spite Sun and then, on top of it, made it so that everyone (Roxy included) hated the celestial brothers for a good while. This led to Roxanne ending up with Glamrock Freddy (only for them to split up a few times and her becoming a lesbian) and Sun being single, not really ever having another chance with her. Sun also sorta convinced himself she wasn't worth caring about and seemingly doesn't have feelings for her anymore.

However, in Ruin's universe, Roxanne never had a maternity chip installed by Eclipse. Also, Ruin himself is a merge of Sun and Moon, and it is very likely that he could have kept Sun's love for Roxanne. He has shown an interest in her during the October takeover, which is the biggest thing that leads me to believe he romantically cared for his Roxanne too! (Source: please tell me when this happens!! I actually forgot, though someone brought it to my attention as well!)

Another thing I thought was important to mention is Ruin's mannerisms and intelligence. I think his polite way of speaking and his love of using extravagant language is something Roxanne (especially early on) would like. I can see him easily being able to think of ways to compliment her and give her an ego boost or just make her feel loved. It's safe to say he really had a chance with her if he wanted in that universe. I think he would've also been the perfect match for her.

In our main universe, Roxanne lost her self-obsessed nature over time and became more caring to her partner, who was Glamock Freddy for the longest time. I think the same would have happened for Ruin and Roxanne, since Ruin is intelligent. Maybe he would have seen her potential as well and seen her more than just pretty to look at the way Sun had.

The tragedy part would come when the virus happened. Roxanne would've been lost to the virus. From the sounds of it, it seems like Ruin only realized what was happening to the others a bit too late (source: WHY WAS ECLIPSE MADE?!?! in VRChat, 5:06). Which means he was probably scared and confused when the virus started infecting everyone. This would mean Roxanne potentially becoming hostile toward Ruin for no reason or maybe worse.

Another theory I had is that she possibly became the first to die. Maybe the virus itself killed her because she couldn't handle it? Someone has mentioned she has always been a bit vulnerable to that type of thing and it would suit her. I know someone had to have died first. When Ruin is in his cell in Parts and Service, he says to Moon that he should mourn with friends stating that it's beneficial, adding that he would know (source: Eclipse Wants to KILL RUIN in VRChat, 10:24). He's speaking from personal experience. This means he and some friends mourned someone he was very close to. What if that someone was Roxanne? What if she died as the virus started to hit before everyone else fully went insane? We don't know her fate, as it is never stated, and it's plausible.

If they were a couple, it would've ended in tragedy. He would have lost her somehow. Not to mention Gregory would've also died.

Ruin also corrupted his older memories. He also does not seem to like thinking back to the time where he pretended to be a killer maniac robot. Yet he has let Moon do other things to him, worse than just looking at past memories and usually has kept his indifferent composure. Maybe some things were to personal for him to allow others to see...

Anyway, this is just a little theory of mine lol. I think it's possible and likely and I'd actually like if it happened because it'd add even more depth to Ruin's decision to destroy 5,000 dimensions! If anything, it's nice to speculate on his past because there's a lot we don't know about him.

[ibusukiss]

Boueibu Rewatch

Thurday's for the Boys! 3

Season 1 - Episodes 7-9

Episode 7

I will NEVER forgive them for giving Ryuu a fedora

Ok also, the outfits in boueibu have always been atrociously boring, like- i want these men runway ready in their casual wear!!!! no more polos!!!!

I remember the whole fandom losing their shit over Akoya's hair being braided, iconic moment

Ep 7 definitely feels longer than a normal ep

wombat calling en loose is incredible

Atsushi saying what the fandom was thinking

god i love what ryuu's hair is down, i wish they changed their hair more

ARIMASS

en said 'atsushi why is your waist so grippable'

truly the no homo episode

also im p sure this is the only ep where arima says akoya's name? correct me if im wrong

throwback to this bad vague rape joke being the reason a group of ppl tried to get the fandom cancelled - maybe this ep is the reason the fandom is so proship lmao

tawarayama -sensei kowaisou

ryuu indirectly calling io hot

blushy akoya is so choice

UGH ENKIN MOMENT SO FUCKIN GOOD

"I have no idea what's going on, bye bye" Iconic

they gotta fit a transformation in there somewhere

I know why this ep is 'infamous' but tbh its pretty tame compared to other edgy humor anime, esp at the time, so it rly doesnt bother me haha

Episode 8

maasa's VA!

ep 8 is deffo one of the best eps IMO

MAN the crumbs they gave us seifuku-bu enjoyers fed me for Years

evil en was so fuckin choice - poor atsushi but i crave the angst and conflict

ive been there, en-chan, i get it

honestly they wrote this conflict so well, both of them say things i can deffo relate to

en texts like i do lol

en crawling back out the window is so fuckin funny

sidenote but io's eyelashes are so fierce

I LOVE GOHAN ( think this was my tumblr header for a while?)

YES KINCHAN BE EVIL AND POSSESSIVE WE LOVE IT

kotatsu kaijin is so cute tbh

i love the way they animate atsu's hair blowing back when he uses his attack

enatsu princess carry was such a moment

en said cringe is dead

man enatsu nation was so fed this ep

i dont remember what the fruit milk joke is at the end- i know someone explained it at some point T_T

Episode 9

all i remember from this is it's the midorikawa episode

'Arima, be quiet' what a bitch i love him

ohhh the passive aggression is so good

hehehe ata voice :3

"since i started coming here" makes it sound like Atsushi was the first one to us the clubroom?

"atsushi is air" ennnn oh my god u love him so much

genuinely i dont have any idea what anything melon-kaijin says means. but he says it with pretty midorikawa voice so its ok <3

en's noise lives in my head

arima hating snails is such a strange character choice but at least he has Something

Wow. Actually forgot about the PS being in this ep.

a time where 'internet idol' didnt mean anything... i miss it...

priest Io is such a choice

ryuu talks about girls like someone who is pretending to like girls

"melons are tops" is an INSANE translation, actually

was the 'effect' zundar talked about the photoshoot? am i stupid?