#but im a mint baby and scared

[relevant-wikipedia-articles]

"you should use arch linux" yeah should I also arch my back and meow at you?? Shut up nerd.

[capitalisticveins]

Seeing as how you're doing headcanons again i'd like to request hcs of Gavin,Milo,Sam,Vincent,and Guy( btw here's a thought for ya Guy as Hermes dangerous has stuck in my head for the past couple hours send help) also your previous hc were also great!(you could say they were ruthless ha ha ha im sorry that was bad lol)

~ Deviant anon （⊃◕ω◕(´ω｀*⊂)

idk if you can tell but I really like Guy

also I wrote headcanons for some character recently so characters like Gavin, Sam, and Milo have them a lil short than Vincent and Guy since it takes a while to think about possible in-character hcs for them. Sorry :(

Lots of Headcanons #3

Gavin

Believe it or not, Gavin’s social media accounts are usually blank. Save for Instagram. He just has them to comment under the group’s posts.

Despite never reading a book, Freelancer has told him he’d do best in the writing industry.

He does not know how to hold a baby. If you give him a baby for any reason he’d hold it with both of his hands under its shoulders.

The worst he’s been scared was when he played a horror VR game, but he didn’t scream or anything he really just jolted and went “shit” and moved on. Freelancer was not amused.

He likes being the big spoon when he and FL cuddle because he gets to breathe in their scent, hold them, and remind himself that this is real, and not just a dream he’ll wake up from.

Milo

You can’t beat him in cup pong. Digitally or physically. You just can’t.

The only reason David is considered a better cook than Milo is because Milo uses a lot of seasoning and the pack is full of babies who can’t handle oregano or sazón.

Whenever the pack goes somewhere tropical he has to wear a shirt or Sweetheart will constantly attempt to latch onto his torso.

Milo and cats have always gone together like peanut butter and jelly. He had a cat toy when he was a toddler, his first cell phone had a stray cat as his wallpaper, he’d feed the stray cats around his home, etc. So when he learned that he and the people around him could turn into “dogs” (wolves but still) he was DEVASTATED. Got over it after a day tho.

He likes juice boxes.

Avid Apple Juice “tastes like piss” hater, although he also says mint ice cream tastes like toothpaste so take that as you will.

Sam

Sam fucking hates cowboys.

Sam had braces from the ages of 19-21 and the only upside he had to being a vampire when he first turned was that he didn’t need his retainer anymore.

Sam always reads manga wrong and no matter how many times anyone explains it he’ll read it from left to right and never understands what’s going on.

The closest Sam has gotten to riding a horse is when he flopped on top of Darlin’s back while they were shifted and they walked around his house like that…he’s never been on a horse.

Sam has a lot of existential crisises, compared to like Vincent or Porter.

If something's flying and he can't figure out if it's a plane, helicopter, animal, or any identifiable flying object, he just believes it's an Alien UFO and moves on.

Darlin' gave him a wheat head for Christmas once. He was not amused.

Vincent

Wanted to be a youtuber for a brief period in time in 2010.

Had a weird obsession with those traced anime characters dancing tiktoks in 2020, a little after meeting Lovely.

He canonically has multiple cars he likes showing off to Lovely, but he also nearly never uses them and it’s Lovely who showboats them and takes them on joyrides.

He didn’t believe William at first when he was first told he’s a vampire now and was the only one who survived The Surge incident, until they both saw his funeral take place and see his grave, which took place a long time after the accident because his parents refused to believe he was dead.

He had 3 tomodachis at once and they all constantly died because he forgot feeding them was a thing.

He commonly "regrets" asking William to make him unable to lie to Lovely because they like to ask him embarrassing questions on purpose and he can’t help but answer them, even though he could just stay quiet.

His favorite memory as a kid was roller skating with his parents on his 7th birthday. Even though he fell on his face, sprained his ankle, and had a loose tooth fall out. Still his favorite day.

Guy

GUY IS SO HERMES CODED UR RIGHT

Turned a fanfic he wrote as his college essay and got in just because of it.

Was very afraid of Honey when they first met, they kept staring at him like he was the scum of the Earth. They just wanted to talk to him about the Animal Crossing pin on his backpack.

Whenever his friends order from Max’s, and he turns out to be their delivery guy, they make fun of him so much (playfully) and give him a 10 dollar tip

He borrowed his friend’s motorcycle to impress Honey

Cried over Gnomeo and Juliet

Dressed up as the Thomas Jefferson Miku Binder drawing in 2023.

He almost gave himself a buzzcut once when he was drunk, he had to be held down because everyone knew he’d regret it so hard later, not matter how funny it’d be.

[carlosainzgf]

how to treat a girl

dbf!joel x f!reader

(before breakout)

summary: "They don't know how to love or how to treat their girl right."

warnings: smut (mdni), age gap (20+ years), making out, fingering, face fucking, teasing, fingering, unprotected piv sex (wrap it before you tap it), breeding kink, praising, dirty talking, hard sex, dom! joel sub! reader, cream pie, hickeys, cum play…

you always loved joel. maybe not in a romantic way at first but still , you loved him. you loved how he would let you get a sip of his beer while your dad was in the kitchen, how his big arms felt when he hugged you or how he looked at you when you wore those cute little sundresses.

and joel loved you. he loved how you looked when you fell asleep with your head on his lap while he and your dad watched a movie or how you looked when you showed up at his door with mascara running down you little bambi eyes after having a fight with your dad.

you shouldn't love him because he's you dads best friend and he shouldn't love you because you're his best friends daughter. so all you could do is stare at each other across the room ,hoping that your dad wouldn't notice.

it was late at night. sarah was staying at her friend for the night. joel was sitting in front of his tv with a beer in his hand when he heard a knock. placing his cold beer down, he slowly got up to answer the door. when he opened the door to see you with tears in your eyes.

"what's wrong, darlin'. another fight with your daddy?" he asked softly.

you shook your head slowly. "i just found out that my boyfriend was cheating on me. for months! im an idiot how did i not notice it?! months, joel! months!”

he lead you inside, helping you sit down on the couch, whilst i told him what the problem was. "you are not an idiot, sweetheart. if someone is an idiot, it's that asshole that cheated on you." joel said to me, while i cried leaning on his chest.

"guys your age are idiots, baby. they don't know how to love or how to treat their girl right. they don't deserve you. none of those assholes do."

he held me in his big arms while i cried, calming me down with his words and with the small kisses he placed on the top of my head.

"then show me, joel." he looked at me, trying to understand what i was saying.

"show me how i'm supposed to be treated. how I'm supposed to be loved."

his eyes widened. surprised with me, making the first move we were both too scared to make. he leaned in, slightly, making our lips touch. he kissed me with such tenderness as if i was a porcelain doll, that could fall to pieces any second.

raising from the couch to sit on his lap he stopped kissing you. "not here, baby." he picked you up from my thighs around is torso. carrying you so easily like you were a little baby.

he carried you to his bedroom and gently dropped me on to his bed. he caressed you cheeks before kissing you ,once again, so slowly and lightly as if he was scared of hurting you.

"i don't want you to be gentle with me, joel. fuck me hard. Not like you're scared like those assholes."

his eyes darkened as those words left your mouth.

he crashed his lips onto yours. slipping his tongue in your mouth, tasting you and letting you taste him. he tasted like the beer he was having earlier and cigarettes with a hint of mint. you on the other side tasted sweet like honey with a touch of the cigarettes you smoked secretly on the balcony late at night so that your dad wouldn't see you.

"touch me, joel." you begged.

"you want me to touch you? touch this pretty pussy of yours and make it drool all over my fingers?" he whispered as his lips

kissed, licked, nipped and sucked at the skin of your neck, leaving marks for everyone to see that made you squirm as you nodded, begging for his touch.

"fuck baby, you're so wet. is this all for me?" he said when one of his hands pressed inside your panties and sweatpants , showing you his fingertips coated on your slick as he lightly touched your ,now throbbing, cunt.

moaning at his touch "yes, daddy, all for you, fuck..." you cried out, head dizzy with lust and want, not acknowledging what you were calling joel.

"fuck. did you just call me daddy, girl? you tryna kill me?" he groaned at the new name you called him.

before you could answer him, his fingers started to toy with your puffy clit thats been aching for attention. he took of my panties.

"open your legs wide now. attagirl." he praised me after doing as he said.

you were moaning and whimpering by the time he showed one of his thick fingers inside of you. wet sounds coming from your cunt filling the room and making your cheeks redden.

"fuck, look at that. so ready for my fingers..." he groaned as he added another finger. "joel..." you moaned hips thrusting against his now two fingers.

his lips were soft on your neck but the marks he was leaving wasn't. he was marking you, making sure that no one else would lay their eyes on you.

he was making you his.

“please… need you…” you whined, pulling on his hair, making him grunt against the skin of your neck.

“so fuckin’ tight… i don’t think you’ll be able to take me honey. gotta stretch your little pussy out with my fingers, baby.” you were sobbing, shaking and back arching from the bed, trying to get more of him.

“i can do it… please, daddy.”

“what a good girl calling me daddy, aren’t you?” he hummed. “you want my cock baby? want me to fill you all up and pretty with my cock? hm?”

you nodded , muttering a please under your breath and later on moaning as soon as he had you pinned against the mattress, his hands quick to unbuckle his belt and pull down his jeans and underwear. you let out a cry due to the absence of his fingers inside of you which turned into a moan full of need when you saw his throbbing and leaking dick, rock hard against his happy trail and with its tip red and beaded in pre cum that you wanted to lick with your mouth.

joel moaned when your hand softly took him in your palm, slowly stroking him. “joel…, wanna taste you.” you let out, and he groaned.

“fuck.” he muttered, his eyes closing as you started to pump his dick slowly.

“you want me to fuck your throat, baby? is that it?” you hummed. “what a good girl… so eager to make me feel good… go ahead baby, take your shirt off and get on your knees for daddy.”

you did as he said. you got on your knees. for your daddy.

his ,big, hand grabbed a handful of your hair to guide you to get tip of his dick to your lips, and he grunted when you followed his orders, lips parting to let in what he was willing to give.

“atta girl…” you moaned, at his praise and the taste of the cum dribbling out of its rosy tip.

he moaned when you took more of him in your mouth, sucking on it, opening wider for him. you couldn’t help it, not when he felt this good in your mouth. you had been dreaming about this ,oh, so long. “such a pretty, little mouth…”

you moaned, taking him further, your pussy getting wetter and wetter by his words.

his other came down to grip more of your hair, slowly thrusting in and making you slightly choke on him and him moan at the feeling. “that’s it, such a good girl letting me fuck her throat… can’t wait to fuck you dumb, baby… gonna fill you up so good.” he said, and you moaned, deep throating him.

one of your hands playing with your clit and the other peaking your nipples.

“poor little thing, so wet and needy she can’t help but touch herself while she has a dick down her throat.” you whimpered, and let his cock go with a pop when he tugged at your hair, pulling you off. he chuckled when you tried and suck him off once again, but he stopped you with a smirk.

“that’s enough now darling. need to be in you… lay down for me.” you did as he wished. you got your back against the bed, legs spread out for him to see your cunt, hole waiting for to be filled and stretched out by his dick. “you’re gonna be so good for me, right? gonna let me fuck you dumb…till you forget your own name, hm?” all you could do was nod, not being able to form the words to talk.

“gonna shape you to my cock, baby. no one will be able to make you feel as good as i do.”

“joel!” you screamed, you held onto his shoulders as he pushed in, his lips on your breasts, tongue sliding over your nipples and making you shiver.

“shh, you’re taking me so good, darlin’…so fucking tight…” he grunted, slowly pushing more of himself inside your cunt.

letting you feel him inch by inch, slowly.

his dick was reaching places inside you that no one else has ever before… and he wasn’t even all the way inside you.

he harshly pushed the rest in. holding you by your waist he started to fuck you relentlessly. “you asked me to be rough with you, girl… gonna give you what you wanted.”

hitting your g spot with every new harsh thrust of his hips. he did it again, and again, until your eyes were rolling back into your skull and you were nothing but a babbling mess. “fuck, joel, don’t stop, please, feels so good…” you whimpered and begged.

he groaned. “feels good, baby?” you nodded, whining, and he only sped up, making your back arch from the bed and a long moan leaving your lips. he moaned. you looked so fucking hot with your hair all messed up due to him grabbing him while he fucked your face, cheeks red, lips plumped by all that kissing. you looked fucked out.

his fingertips harshly digging on your hips and probably leaving bruises for the next few days as he pulled you down on his cock, hitting your cervix and making you cry. “so full… can feel you in my stomach.” you babbled out.

“fuuuck… you can’t be saying that baby, gonna make me cum inside you and fill you up too soon…” you moaned at the idea of having his cum dribbling out of your cunt, making your hole flutter around him.

“yeah? you like that? you want me to fuck you full of my cum, hm?” he asked teasingly. and you nodded. “yes, joel… shit, need it, need your cum.”

his hips snapped harshly against yours, fucking you harder than before. he was fucking you stupid, making you a whimpering mess under him, pinning you against the bed by your neck to fuck you deeper.

“yeah? then take it. take my cum.”

you were coming when you felt the first spurt of his cum was filling you, clit being stimulated by his fingers to make you scream and cry. you were coming around him as he pumped you full. fucking you through your orgasm as he emptied himself inside you as he let out a bunch of ‘good girl’s and ‘look at that, milking my cock…’ and you two were completely spent by the time your orgasms had washed over.

you whined when he pulled out, and let out a moan when you felt his cum dribbling out your pussy and onto the bed. “shh, baby.” you hummed in pleasure when he pumped two of his fingers back into your cunt. “gotta keep all this cum all nice and inside for you.” he muttered.

he pulled his fingers out of you and sat up to grab a cigarette and a lighter from his bedside. he placed it between your lips and lit it. you took a long drag of it and he took it away from you and he smoked it himself. he gave it back to you as he was getting up. “where you goin’?” you asked.

“im going to get water for my girl.”

his girl.

[sturniolotrip-samandcolby-lover]

Matt sturniolo -little bean

Warnings -swearing,mention of abortion, mention of sex , vomiting use of y/n, arguing .Small age gap (matt 20 and reader 22) silent treatment

Angst/fluff Matt

Author note -thinking of making this into a series so let me know what you all think

Part 1

Word count-2k

I brush the hair out of my face ,as I wake up to a empty house.The house was full of silence as my boyfriend Matt and his triplets brother had left the house already for some business meetings taking place at the ware house.I look at the clock on my phone 10:47am shit thats late for me and im still shattered i dont even feel like ive slept at all. Im awoken from my sleepy daze by my stomach rumbled ,I get up brush my hair quickly and head to the kitchen to get something to eat .

I raid the fridge and cupboards in search for something to eat , I decide to have chopped up lettuce,pickled gherkins and some jolly ranchers .I finish my breakfast and head to the couch to watch some TV ,as I sit down I see a note that's been left on the coffee table it said 'hey baby me Chris and nick have got a few more meetings today then what we thought might be abit later home will bring back some late lunch with us .Matt xxxx'. A smile is present on my face the whole time I read his quick note with my cheeks blushed , Matt's smallest actions can still have a massive effect on me even after being together for over a year now .

I flick through the channels as nothing can satisfy me , I decided to open the YouTube app and put some Sam and Colby on specifically the conjuring from last year's hell week .I'm half way through the video when all of a sudden I feel so nauseous I can feel it building in my stomach like a tornado swirling around inside of me , it starts of slow and the next thing I know I'm running to the nearest bathroom thankfully it's matt and i shared one .I throw the toilet seats up and fall to my knees and close my eyes as the first bit of vomit comes rushing up my throat and out of my mouth .I sit there for the next hour bringing up whats left of this mornings breakfast and last nights dinner.

After minutes of waiting for the sickness to come back .I decided to stand up and reach for my toothbrush and paste ,as I brush my teeth I start to think of anything that could of gave me a bug or if there was a stomach bug going around .After minutes I've came to know conclusion of my sickness when it hits me .....shit Matt and I are usually careful if we don't use a condom we pull out or we get the morning after pill but a while ago I joined the triplets on their 6 million subscribers video .During the night having all the huts to ourselves Matt and I decided to get the hut as far from nick and Chris as possible .It safe to say there was some very animalistic behaviour going on in our tent that night , in the heat of the moment no condom or pull out was used and I could exactly get plan b pill from the gift shop so we just left it and thought well it's not going to happen .

I decide that before I start to get myself worked up in a panic , I'll go to the shop and do a test before the boys get back .Once I feel like I won't be sick again I go and throw some leggings and a jumper on leaving my top to go bra-less as I'm reminded of some achiness in them .I throw some crocs on and grab my car keys as i head out .

*Arrives back from shop*

I walk back into the house and I'm thankful that it's still silent meaning I'm the only one here .This is my first ever pregnancy scare so I'm not expert , I end up buying 7 different tests and some mints to settle my stomach and yet some more gherkins.I wonder around the kitchen with my hands full of tests in search of a cup or container as i dont feel like peeing 6 different times .I decided to keep one unused so i can do it again with matt incase he doesn't believe me .After finding a disposable cup I drink 3 cups of water and walk around the house doing some cleaning while I wait for the water to hit my bladder .I feel a urge to pee and walk to the bathroom, I position the disposable cup where it's supposed to be and let me bladder do it's job I open all the tests and when I'm finished place the 6 sticks into the cup .I start pacing the bathroom but decided that wouldn't be the best thing to do in this situation .So I make my way to the kitchen and put a kettle on figuring that a hot drink may help my nerves while killing the time awaiting the tests.I walk back to the bathroom once then minutes are up and as I pull all the tests out I stand in shock as they all say the same ....I'm pregnant.

Fuck fuck fuck is the only word that is running in my head , what am I going to do ,what am I going to say , what's Matt going to say his career is at its prime right now what will a baby do with this .Fuck their triplets , twins run on my side of the family what if there's more then one baby in there .I hold onto one of the tests in my shaky hands as I pace the bathroom.After minutes of walking around the small white tiled room I decided to hide all the tests and put them in a draw in Matt and my bedroom and I decide to text matt.

Y/n: hey babe was just wondering do you know how long you're gonna be xx

My phone pings instantly telling me that most likely it woul be Matt had texted me back

Matt:yeah not long just grabbing some maccies won't be long everything okay at home ? Xx

Y/n: yeah just got something to talk to you about xx

I avoid my phone until he gets back .I'm startled as I hear the door fling open and just one set of foot steps ."y/n?" I hear his familiar voice Matt is calling after me ."in the living room" I shout back to him .Seconds later he appears looking as perfect as usual "where's Chris and nick?" I ask him "they was fucking around when we was supposed to be signing cards for merch getting sent out so they went back to the warehouse to do their signing , Laura is gonna drop them off later tho .What's this thing you wanna talk about?" I pause with words moving rapidly around my head trying to think of the right way to tell him that I'm now pregnant with his child .I decide that no words are the right words so I take him by the hand and lead him to the bathroom.

His body stills while his eyes move over what the tests all say .The room is silent , too silent."Matt says something " I say breaking the silence ."when did it happen" he says still not taking his eyes off the tests "at the safari , in the hut that night" I respond back to him "fuck" he mutters to himself as he storms out the door .I stand there in silence as my eyes well up with tears.I hear the jingle of Matt's car keys and the door slamming telling me that Matt had left again and gone in his car .I walk into the living room now numb with emotions my hand rests on my lower stomach now knowing that through the layers of skin and muscle is our baby ,my baby the size smaller then a bean in this moment I know that I've got to keep this baby wether Matt wants it or not .

Minutes pass and my nauseous feeling comes over me again as I run to the bathroom again.I spend all the best part of an hour again with my head in the toilet when I stand up again feeling weak at my knees I brush my teeth for the 3rd time today trying to get rid of the vile aftertaste left in my throat .I hear the door go again but i hear 3 set of footsteps this time ,and voices nick ,Chris and matts voice ."what are you gonna do bro?" I hear Chris ask Matt "I don't know"he responds "well you and y/n have gotta talk this out Matt you can't just leave her in the bathroom like you did last time " I hear nick snap at the boys .

"Y/n" I hear nick call out me ."I'm on the bathroom just about to come out" I shout back as I walk into the kitchen .Matt's angry stare softens as he seen my face , I'm now pale and clammy with my skin layered in a thin amount of sweat ."congratulations" Chris says breaking the tension in the room "thank you" I say with a half smile ."so I think you two have gotta talk about this" nick states ."I'm not getting rid of it" I say quickly that being the only thing I'm sure of right now ."I wasn't even going to suggest that" Matt says with anger in his voice .Nick ,places his hand up to Matt in a urge to shush him "calm Matt" he says to him."is it mine ?"matt asks me looking me in the eye "are you fucking kidding me" i say in the exact tone that matt has.Nick and chris take this as a hint and both excuse themselves to different rooms "yeah I'm being real" he says raising his voice , it being full with anger ."you're the only person I've slept with matt you know that" i say to him storming off into our shared room .

*Few hours later*

I hear a knock at the bedroom door hoping that it's Matt ."come in" I shout sounding optimistic.The door opens and nick strides in with a sorry smile on his face "so that was intense" he says as he sits down next to me on the bed "yeah" i agree with him ."so i dont know if this is the right thing to say but im really glad your'e keeping the baby" he says nudging my arm ."yeah i am too , i just hope that matt feels the same " i say smiling properly for the first time today ."alright its getting late so I'll leave you to sleep i heard creating a baby can be tiring "he says with a small laugh.

Just as nick leaves the room Matt enters it , he ignores me acting as if I'm not in the room as he goes to the wardrobe grabbing some spare pillows and duvet he walks back out of the room as I sit in bed listening to him getting comfortable on the sofa .I think to myself how much of a long night I'm in for I can never sleep properly when I'm not with Matt and even worse knowing that he's mad at me .As the thoughts come to my head added with the extra hormones that pregnancy has brought on my eyes start to fill with tears when they fall down my face .I have so many questions running over my head thinking how I'm going to bring up a baby by myself although nicks previous words bring some form of comfort to me .As the clock strike 4 am and im still wide awake and emotional i decide to head to the bathroom and take a calming bath .Im thankful that both nick and chris's rooms are on different levels as I run the tab the sound of water echos through the room .I rid of my clothes and get into the bath now full of bubbles I close my eyes in attempt to relax.

Suddenly my nauseousness creeps up on me again , who ever called morning sickness 'morning' has never experienced this cus it seems to be all throughout the day already .I jump up from the bath with my wet hair sticking to my body as I move quickly to the toilet I throw the lid up and sit on the floor as bile begins to leave my body .I startled as a soft towel is wrapped around my body ,I look up to see Matt crouching next to me with his eyes full of tears himself .His hand rubs circles on my back as I start gagging again ."let it out baby it's okay" he whispers I release bile 3 more times as I pull back and rest my head on Matt's shoulder as he pushes my hair out of my face ."come on let's go to bed and talk " he says so quietly careful not to wake his two brothers up .He stands up and picks me up bridal style still with the towel wrapped around me .He carries me to our bed and uses his foot to close the door as he places me gently on the bed .He goes to our wardrobe and fetches me some shorts and one of his tops , he helps me get dressed as my body is weak from the vomiting.Once I'm dressed I lay in bed as Matt walks over to the other side of the bed and jumps in to bed with me .I sit waiting for him to speak "y/n im sorry for what i said and done earlier i know that you would never cheat on me and id never ask you to get rid of it .Whatever you choose ill support you .Im sorry ive treated you like that when you needed me the most ..." I cut his speech off with a kiss "I know , I know babe and we're going to be fine I want to keep this baby tho" I say to him looking him in his eyes "we're going to be a mommy and daddy" he says to me smiling ."we best tell our parents" I say to him before falling asleep in his arms .

[prettysurethatsakidney]

*sigh*.. i miss my wife tails.. I miss her a lot... I'll be back

My wonderfully beautiful wife that I love oh so very very much

“I miss my wife tails.”

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 5

chapter 9:

1. OMG DID REMUS FORGET TO GO BACK TO HIS CELL WAIT HOLY SHIT THIS ISNT GONNA BE GOOD

2. oh good wait, remus left and came back

3. sirius’ first thought is to brush his teeth to kiss sirius 😭😭 he’s so me fr. i wouldn’t let my ex kiss me unless they brushed their teeth first. or had a mint. im so sensitive to smells

4. “He used to build things. Create things. And now he's lucky if he doesn't destroy what's already formed.” JESUS FUCK. THATS LITERALLY SO SAD WTF

5. 😭😭😭 sirius is literally amidst gay panic beyond your wildest comprehension and remus is just like ✨☺️😏🥱🩷🏳️‍🌈 “touch me”

BABES

6. “Remus hums. "Imagine how I feel. No one's touched me without causing me pain in five years."” NOOOO BABY

7. god, wolfstar deserves everything. the best wolfstar content i find is always in a fic that is centered on another ship. i could literally survive off wolfstar alone- no water, no food, no air

8. wolfstar calling each other beautiful>>>>>>>

9. 😬 what did sirius jsut say. i must be going crazy. cause there’s no way he just said he needed to brush his teeth

10. wolfstar deserves the world universe

11. reg is no longer a pathetic teen with a crush, he’s a pathetic adult with a crush

12. reg being grumpy even in his sleep <33333

13. james having a pathetic crush on reg while cuddling together is top tier

14. there really needs to be an emoji to accurately show the face i just made. it probably looks similar to this- 😀😟 what. there’s no way reg is about to tease james, just to get his old 14 year old self off

15. 😀😀 girl what is he doing. i-

16. how he became freinds with barty is so crimson rivers canon, i can’t even. like, i KNOW that it’s canon. but it’s also canon that bizzarestars was right about. no author mistakes in that piece

17. damn, reg is actually gonna go at it. i don’t know how james is gonna survive this and make it to the actual arena.

18. “James says his name like it's the only word that has meaning. His voice is rough, and Regulus' name is sloppy and desperate in his mouth, like a hail mary or a form of salvation.” CHRIST. I SAID I DIDNT KNOW HOW JAMES WOULD SURVIVE THIS, BUT HOW THE HELL DID REG SURVIVE THIS??

19. “Barty is a good lover, there's no denying that—but he'll be damned if James isn't just better.” 😟 shocked. omg. who would have guessed this would be reggie’s thoughts

20. “"Because you might die today," Regulus tells him bluntly, shrugging one shoulder as he stands up. "Consider it a parting gift. Now, get out."”

😧

they just fucked, and all reg can do is be like “yeah yeah, now get out horny bitch” no fucking way i just read that right i-

bitch that’s foul

21. “Regulus is a conundrum, honestly.” yes. that’s the word i’d use to describe him.

22. james: don’t tell sirius that reg and i just fucked. also james: “he’s in the shower”

bitch if you could be any more obvious

23. “Remus Lupin. If there's one good thing to come out of all this, it's him.” YES YES YES ABSOLUTELY! REMUS IS THE GOOD IN THIS

24. “”James, I am so grateful to know you, and so sorry that I had to. Every name that I call is a name I wish I never learned. Yours—you—will remain etched into my heart forever."” BITCH I CANT CRY OVER THIS- MY EYE MAKEUP LOOKS TOO GOOD TODAY TO CRY

25. “"I'll see you again soon, Regulus."” BITCH WTF THAT HURTS EVEN MORE THAN JAMES’ GOODBYE

26. maybe it’s been too long since i’ve read the books, BUT this fic seems to capture the absolute tragedy and horrors of it before it even starts even more

27. christ, not reg saying the “i don’t want to go” that hurts. like holy fuck. he’s still just a scared child. don’t put him in that arena

28. god, the way the death of james feels like sirius dying too. and sirius deciding that once james is dead, sirius will be too

how the hell is this people’s comfort fic???

29. not sirius having a lapse of memory and losing his memory of his last moments with james. that shit hurts

30. fabian <3333

31. 😧 wait fabian is dead. they just shot him. holy shit

32. gideon <3333

33. wait gideon is dead too.

y’all. i just-

this whole chapter was a fucking rollercoaster.

[washa]

I listened to The Summit audio and here’s my favourite personal comments/thoughts! (IM STILL IN SHOCK WHAT TEH FUCK)

HELP OF COURSE ASHER LOST A FUCKING SHOE 

David’s gonna whip your ass Ash 

WHY ARE WE ROASTING ASHER SO BAD

Milo being a fashionista cannon

“Good thing belts don't correlate to height.” DAVID

Ash, Baabe, get a fucking room 

Sweetheart i’m crying please give a man some dress socks

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Vincent sounds so anxious

AWH NO WILL COME ON MAN NOT THE ASSISTANT 

Vincent baby… 😕

“I can't control how people are acting but I can control how I react.” PREACHHH VINCENT 

Mhm run past me. OOH MUSIC FUCK YES, THE DRACULA MUSIC I LOVE IT 🙏

Surprise??? He’s spoiling Lovely so bad

I'M SCARED IS IT GONNA JUMP AT ME LIKE THOSE PLASTIC SPIDERS

A CROWN?? NO NO NO THAT’S SO FUCKING SWEET 

THE SAME CRAFTSMAN AND EVERYTHING I CANNOT DO THIS😭

Wait, does Sam have a crown too?? Like being a duke

HE CALLED US BABY I CANNOT 

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Shit these sound effects are FIRE

Yo Sam wassup my guy.

Oh Porter. Hi dear ☹️

Sam is literally the opposite of me I love small talk and big events lmfao 

“Good people” He’s so salty lmfao

There’s no way Darlin’ isn’t smoking hot rn

AY ICE CREAM TUBS, Mint chocolate chip for the win 🙌

I imagine them going hand in hand, like elbows connected.

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Porter being a smooth bitch. (as usual)

Vincent is surprisingly kind abt this, well as nice as he can

IS TREASURE NOT HERE?? DID PORTER GASLIGHT ALL OF US.. 😰

That went well. Lovely calm your boyfriend before he pulls out his hair

Nah let like Sam punch him it’s funnier.

Are these other vamps that bad oh my god 

Ooh business deals?? Yes make that moolah.

Eccentric?? Tf you mean eccentric. I don’t think David can handle more eccentric people in his life.

HELP NOT ASH PICKING UP ON VINCENT (unrelated but can we just acknowledge how emotionally mature and smart Asher is?)

WHAT DID ASH DO?? TEAR DOWN A WALL???

Oh god Bennetts?? They sound pleasant.

Wait wait, House of Baz were allies, and but every word out of Deon's mouth was to diss William??? WHAT TYPE OF SHITTY ALLIES

I want those two to die, for all of their house to run into the sun. 

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ALEXIS HOLY SHIT AH

Latest conquest?? Come here let me rip you up 

JESUS WHAT THE FUCK ALEXIS?? SORRY I'M NOT IMMORTAL GOD DAMN.

I don’t wanna fight you lex. YOU GROW UP?? PETTINESS IS CHILDISH.

You selfish little bitch. I��M GONNA BITE HER URGHSHSHGY

Porter thank FUCK YOU'RE HERE

YES YES YES PORTER OH MY GOD GO PORTER, Thank you Porter 😭

Alexis can suck my dick. 

“Like a proper family” That's an interesting view on what your idea of a loving family is Porter.

Sammy BOY??? HELP IM CACKLING

Surprisingly Porter is in the right here. 

WOAH SHOWDOWN SHOWDOWN WOO 

WAS PORTER JUST LEFT THERE

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Oh god what fucking now, i cannot DEAL with anymore self centred fuckers.

Is he warning us? What’s happening.

OH MY GOD ADAM I FORGOT ABT HIM. 

Ykw he’s got a point here, a REALLY good point. CONSIDERING THE HOUSE OF BAZ THING.

ALEXIS SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR WRINKLED SQUEZZED GRAPE ASS LIFE

Sam :((( yes Sam you deserve that.

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Asher and Milo bring up the mood woop woop 

HOLY SHIT JUMPSCARE

Good lord Porter has a bad rep already w them

Investor gadget woop woop, investor gadget bam bam bam bam go gadget go bup bam bam bam badum badump.

?? CLOSEKNIT?? GOD DAMMIT FUCK CAN WE GO ONE VIDEO WITHOUT REFERENCING THEM

Milo clamp your jaw for a sec

OH MY GOD THE BENNETTS SUPPLIED CLOSEKNIT??

PORTER YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARD THANK YOOU FOR THE LORE DROP. 

Wait wait we’re doing it now? OH GOD WE’RE GONNA INVESTIGATE NOW AT THE SUMMIT.

Sam said a lot of things..

WAIT NO ONE ELSE BUT DAVID KNOWS WHAT MILO DID?? Even after 2 years??

No Sweetheart think abt this please what if ya get caught.

GO BETA GO BETA FUCK IT UP WOOAHH (i’m sorry i'm so stressed.)

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You should’ve punched her Sam, you should’ve.

Sam and Darlin’ needed better taste in vamps ffs 

Sam therapy time 😇🥳 (as required in every Sam video)

YES SAM STAND UP FOR YOURSELF 

God Sam and Darlin’ are so fucking sweet URGDHAKDA

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Is Angel stuck talking there or??

Imagine talking to someone for like 15 minutes and come back to find your friends stalking a head of the house. David needs a panadol for the headache coming up.

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OOH ARE WE EAVESDROPPING.

Well nobody wants to join a cult tbh, like that’s so suspicious.

This is a surprisingly civil argument, i was expecting someone getting thrown through a wall

UH OH WE ALMOST GOT CAUGHT??

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WHY ARE THEY FIGHTING WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING

What’s up w the king

HUH HE’S DEAD????? WHEN I SAID I WANTED HIM DEAD I DIDN'T MEAN ACTUALLY DEAD.

TAH’S IT TAHT ITS WAHTD THE FUCK? DID SWEETHEART KILL HIM? DID CHRIS DO IT HOW DID ALEXIS KNOW, IS THAT WHY PORTER PICKED A FIGHT??? TO CREATE A DISTRACTION?? 

So no ice cream?? 💔

[neocoffeecafe]

10:54 pm (f) | home | writing masterlist | fic rec library

includes/warnings period cramps, super sweet yangyang :(, fem!reader

wc 2k

a/n idk i got really sick with period cramps the other day and i wanted to write a little fluff abt it :(

period cramps were usually just little cramps that didn’t bother you too much. but today's cramps were a whole different breed.

yangyang was a whole trooper all day, from washing your blankets to keep them warm, to holding your hair while you emptied your stomach in the toilet.

he was next to you on your bed, long slender fingers running through your hair, while his other arm was slumped over your belly, occasionally rubbing it to soothe your pain.

the heated blanket that covered your bed made droplets of sweat roll down his forehead and dodge his sleepy closed eyes. you drop some pecks to his forehead. with the subtle action he wakes up, and he smiles at you.

“how are you feeling baby?” he asks, rubbing your stomach with his thumb.

“i’m feeling decent. i’m a bit hungry but a little scared im just gonna puke it back up.” you say with a chuckle.

“well, i heard that mint chocolate ice cream soothes period cramps pretty well.” he winks, pausing the rubbing on your belly to retrieve his phone. he begins to type away on his screen before he tilts it to you.

“you got ice cream?”

he nods. “its coming in ten minutes. we can pick out a movie.”

“but what if i puke it all back up?”

“i’ll hold your hair.” he promises, pulling your body even closer to him.

@neocoffeecafe

[kiddiesides]

Here you go!

How did all the kiddies appear?

Patton was brought by a stork

Janus was in a basket at the doorstep

Roman and Remus were found in a cabbage

Logan was found in a berry bush in Thomas' backyard

Virgil just appeared in Thomas home one day

How old are the kids?

Patton-12

Janus-7

Roman and Remus-6

Logan-5

Virgil-3

Fun fact about the kids

Logan- loves bugs; favorite ice cream flavor is chocolate; has glow in the dark pjs

Virgil- Can talk but doesn't talk a lot, unless excited; likes to 👁👁 at people; has a favorite stuffed toy otter named Otter (Do Not Seperate Them); clingy; has difficulty sleeping; favorite ice cream flavor is cherry; likes sharing food

Roman- Will only take a bath if you can convince him he's playing pirates; likes playing tea parties and playing pretend; favorite ice cream flavors are typical kid flavors like cotton candy or bubblegum etc

Remus- Will only take a bath if you can convince him he's playing pirates; likes playing pirates in general; doesn't like playing alone; favorite ice cream flavors are typical kid flavors like cotton candy or bubblegum etc

Janus- scared of bugs;  has a patch of scales in the shape of a heart on his tummy; hates waking up; favorite ice cream flavor is pineapple

Patton- He and Janus have a bit of a childish rivalry; favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip.

Other characters:

Thomas is the kids dad

Nico is Thomas' boyfriend and is currently on dad probation

Remy and Emile are the kids babysitters

This is a sort of human adjacent AU

Sometimes weird things happen and people are used to it

All the kids appeared as babies.

The magic universe made Thomas' house expand a bit every time he got a new baby

They have a hairless cat, called nakey

The kids have some small magical things they can do. Patton can slightly influence the weather; the twins can make some small things appear (small things take an hour, the bigger the thing the longer it takes); Virgil's eyes reflect light

Thomas is pretty famous in this au. He's been in some movies and TV shows, and has won a few awards. Nico didn't know that Thomas was famous

Art tag is kiddie doodles

Fanart tag is thomas' fridge art

Fic tags is thomas' storytime

im just gonna pin this ask in the meantime hdhdh thank you so much!!

[mintmatcha]

mint im so fucking scared of this kiri piece. i’m shaking in my fucking boots don’t hurt him please he is my baby.

I hate to break it to you but he is very hurt

[rispwr]

Sweet mint | YG | MDNI | ch.2

| Song reccs |

Motion sickness - pheobe bridges

Flaming hot cheetos - clairo

Duvet - boa

Right side of my neck - faye webster

Pairings: | (school board pres) yoongi x (school representative) reader

Genre:soft,fluff, sweet, fast burn

Word count:1k+

Contents: |, curse words, cuddling, pecks or kisses, hardlaunching

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“Why? Is something bothering you my sweet mint?” He asks me as he took the phone from my hands “what the fuck.” He said looking at the post, pissed and angry. “Im calling a legal team baby okay? This is an invation of our privacy”

He assured me. As i was still speechless. There were so many words and things i wanyed to say, yet nothing could come out of my mouth, just pure shock.

“Yoongi..im scared, this will affect our school reputation.” I said to him worried.

“Maybe it will, maybe it won’t. Our relationship will bring nothing bad to us okay?” “Just trust me.” He pulled me in for a hug as he kisses my head, reassuring me.

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A few days has passed since me and yoongi decided to take it slow. He was actually more than what he shows himself to be.

At his studio.

“Wow yoongi! your music- wahh!” I praised him a little too enthusiastically as i enjoy to the music he just composed.

He looked at me as i enjoyed listening to the track he made. He was so lost in thought looking at me, and admiring me.

“You know yoongi? I kinda did feel dirty after what happened there in the dressing room”

Yoongi looks at me as his heart sank, thinking it was because of him. “Why?” He asks me caressing my hand “i-i dont know honestly..it was my first time and i just felt dirty doing that especially in the dressing room..” i explained to him, looking down “y/n baby im sorry..” he apologized to me “i will never do anything that you don’t like ever again im so sorry..please forgive me” he apologized again looking at me genuinely “no yoongi..it was not because of you really. You were great, like really great at it. It’s just that it was my first time and this time i felt dirty doing it with someone.” I explained to him reassuring him that it wasn’t his fault. “I’ll make it up to you baby, the way you like iit okay?” He said “it’s just that I didn’t feel the love during that yoongi.. is it too much to ask?” I said. “No baby, c’mere.” He pats on his lap signalling me to sit on it “I loved you ever since okay? Everything about you was perfect. Even before i already had a strong admiration for you. I just- i just couldn’t get the courage to tell you since i knew damn well you don’t know me and i just knew you from afar.” He explained reassuring me. I gave him a smile as i leaned in for a pure and passionate kiss.

“Baby, you’re great at anything. I just wasn’t ready that time. My hormones got the best of me and I didn’t know what i was thinking. But this time i wanna do it again with you. I don’t just wanna make sex with you yoongi, i wanna make love to you.” I pulled from the kiss as i explained to him as he nodded. “Such a goodboy hm?” I gave him a smile as i ruffled his minty coloured hair. “I love you yoongii!” I wrapped my arms around him as he wraps his arms around me “i love you more sweet mint”

We then suddenly got caught offguard as flaming hot cheetos suddenly played in the backround

“Just the right moment” he laughs at me showing me his gummy and cute smile.

I burried my face in his neck “i’ll be there cheering for you at your competition. Okay?” I said “okay. I’ll make sure to do well for my baby” he replies to me kissing my head non stop. “I love us like this” i calmly say enjoying this precious moment with him “baby can we take a picture of us like this? I wanna keep it” i asked him “mhm” he hums in agreement to me as i reach out for the polaroid.

I kept oit positions as i click on the shutter. “We’re so cute” i smiled at the picture while he stares at me smiling. He took the polaroid ftom my hands “baby smile!” He takes a picture of me smiling. He doesn’t take a glance at the polaroid picture as he just stares at me smiling genuinely. “My baby is so precious and pretty” he tells me smiling at me, making me turn red as i quickly burries my head into his neck again. He took his phone and takes a picture of both of the polaroid pictures and posts it on instagram with the song motion sickness by pheobe bridgers. “I love her more than anything” he types the caption as he clicks on the post button.

*ping* i heard a notif on my phone, rolled my eyes, slightly annoyed that it ruined my moment with him. I checked my phone seeing the article “President Min and Rep Cheon dating?” Said the caption. As i scrolled down a smile left my mouth.

‘ “I love her more than anything” said on the caption that Pres. Min posted on his instagram. Refferring to Ms. Cheon the school representative. ‘ said the article

I scrolled down on the comments

“The perfect couple ever!”

“They finally found each other”

“They’re so cute together”

“The perfect pair”

Said the comments as i leave out a chuckle. “Babyyyy!!” I whined to him “i love you so much!!” I said taking my head off from his neck and starts kissing his face non stop.

He smiles at me enjoying this beautiful moment. “You’re so pretty baby” he tells me “i’ll treat you the best okay?” He assures me “ofcourse you will!” I tightened my hug around him as he also tightened the hug around me.

[stupidluvr]

😨🍧🙈🔫☁️💌 hehe

ANSWERS BELOW THE CUT !

😨 - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

neither! it is to freeze! he's not a violent person, has never intended to cause harm unless it really, really requires it. but due to the nature of his upbringing, his response to a lot of sudden or frightening moments is to freeze. as if he wont be seen if he just stays still.

🍧 - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

calypso still owns a copy of goodnight moon that his mother would read to him every night as a baby and toddler. and when he was slightly older, when she would have really bad sick days, he would lay in bed beside her and read the book to her. it's really important to him, as it lets him keep that piece of mother with him always when he's upset, and he intends to read it to his kids if he has any. if he lost it, he would be in total distress and meltdown; he can't just get another copy of it, either, because the pages wont have the same nail polish stain, or the corner slightly nibbled on from when he was a curious and teething baby.

🙈 - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

he's birdie; he's the optimism people search for in their times of feeling lost, he's the warmth from the sun engulfing you in its rays, he's the flicker of a guiding flame in the deepest caves. he wears this mask that everything is fine, but in reality he's never felt so lost in his life. in fact, all he does is try to fuel himself with false optimism when all his mind can think about are the negatives and the what ifs. if he's seemingly okay and happy, then maybe it'll rub off on others! ( he just feels worse )

🔫 - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

I LOVE THIS okay. surprisingly birdie does NOT trust easy, though he is a sucker for second chances and i can't even explain how that works. he very much dislikes sudden changes, and literally any new person he comes across that ends up almost becoming a part of his and his group's daily life he's so sus of. he is deathly loyal, too afraid to lose anyone important to him as he is afraid of being alone and turning cruel, so he wouldn't turn his back on someone unless they REALLY messed up. he's technically been backstabbed by his dad, believed he was like,,, Okay for the first couple years of his life and then it just went downhill. if given an ultimatum, it really depends on what it is. if it has to deal with the well-being of loved ones then yes.

☁️ - a soft headcanon!

head in hands sobbing, birdie has pretty shite eyesight but wears contacts except for the time he lost his last pair of lenses and ended up having to wear his glasses for a week which have rlly goofy ass, thick lenses and he looked so precious and dumb. he also has a sensory swing when he moves out to live with his partner and huddles in it when he feels bad or feels smth comin on, or just chills and naps in it hehe. he LOVES chocolate, especially anything chocolate mint, but can be a messy eater and gets ice cream/cake/etc. all over his cheeks :sob:

💌 - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

this is why i adore you. anyway. oh my god he loves love so much and love letters and being any sort of gross mushy romantic. he's constantly out here doing the MOSTEST for his partner. goody baskets practically given out once a month, or just literally randomly out of the blue. letters consist of "im so proud of you" "waking up next to you continues to be a highlight of my life" "you smiled at me and i got all embarrassed so i bought u this bouquet" "i have a giant crush on you"

[mintbees]

im now 8 episodes away from caduceus being introduced but i do not know how for away i am from The Great Loss and it is making me. so afraid

[wol-fica]

if you are taking requests can i make a request where the reader and jenna ortega play a video game or watch a movie together and in the middle of the game or movie the reader kisses jenna and they spend the rest of the night together (both are already dating)

YES PLS TY TY MUAH

gonna write like sonic rn

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-𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤-

pairings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - you spend the night at jenna’s and she decides to make you watch scream 5 with her [fem! reader]

warnings - slight angst, pure fluff, making out, jenna is a softy here, y’all can fight me later ;) not proofread

an - who’s ready for scream 6 btw, 2023 boutta be a lit year ong ong

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Normally when you would spend the night at your girlfriends house, it would be peaceful and full of kisses; that was not the case tonight.

You were not a fan of scary movies, in any form. The last horror movie you watched was The Conjuring and you ended up pissing your pants. So how you ended up seated on the couch about to watch Scream 5 was beyond you.

“Jenna, love, can we not watch this?” You pleaded as your girlfriend proceeded to rent the movie on Amazon Prime.

Now, you weren’t opposed to seeing Jenna on screen, but you really didn’t like seeing her all bloody and dead on screen; from what you knew about Ghostface, he kills a lot.

“Cmon Y/N, it’s just one movie.” She replied whilst sliding back into the comfort of your arms after paying for the movie.

“It’s a scary movie. I don’t like scary!”

Jenna sighed and looked up at you, putting on her best puppy dog eyes. She always knew that if she did that, you would give into anything that she asked of you.

“Pleeeeaaassseeee.” She whined, leaning up to press a soft kiss to the underside of your jaw.

You stared at her, contemplating your response. You could either say yes, and have nightmares for the next few weeks, or say no and get the cold shoulder for eternity. You opted for the first option.

“Fine, but I blame you if I can’t sleep tonight.”

She squealed in excitement and grabbed the remote to press play, bouncing in your lap while she did. The intro to the movie came on and you knew you’d be in for a wild ride.

—time skip—

Wild ride was an understatement for the most part. You had screamed, whined, shed a few tears, and even had to leave the room for a moment at a certain scene.

Currently, you were sat on the couch as the movie was paused on sheriff walking outside. The faint glow of the screen illuminated your blank face as your girlfriend laughed at a video she took of you screaming like a child.

“It was so high-pitched, oh my god!” She wheezed, wiping away a tear of laughter.

“Glad you found my fear amusing.” You snapped, turning away from her.

“Aw baby im sorry.” Jenna said, throwing her phone onto the table so she could give you her full attention.

“Hmph.”

“Y/N I wasn’t trying to make fun of you.” She said, now straddling you to try and see your face.

A funny trait about you was that you were incredibly stubborn. Your sarcasm plus your inability to be bold has strung up your childish behavior of not wanting to give into whatever is throw your way.

“Baby, can you look at me?” Jenna tried again, attempting to turn your face.

You obliged but kept a stern look in your eyes as she smiled warmly at you.

“You know I would never mock you for being afraid of something.” She said softly, twirling a piece of your hair between her fingers.

“I know, but you know that I hate being scared. Let alone seeing you get stabbed like nine times!” You complained, completely forgetting about being mad.

“It wasn’t real sweet cheeks, it’s just a movie.” Jenna cooed, now caressing your face as a way to soothe you.

You whined in defeat, pouting while Jenna just giggled at you. She paused for a moments, leaning in so your noses were touching. The faint smell of her breath hit your senses, filling up your sinus’ with the scent of spear mint.

Soon enough, her lips were on yours as she pushed you into the couch. Your mouths locked together, teeth tugging at lips and tongues forcing into the others mouth. Your little make out session was going smoothly until you heard the sound of a ringtone going off. Jenna pulled away to see that she was getting a call, but before she could answer you took it and hung up.

“Wha-.” You cut Jenna off mid sentence with a kiss.

“I don’t wanna take any chances.”

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[myymi]

How do you feel during the Sonic twitter takeover 5 when tails says “now I’ve told 4 lies” enter manic laughter

alright, let's get into it

i fully believe tails can do no wrong

he's just a little guy who saves the world, precious baby boy

however

he killed yacker in that takeover

well, he obviously didnt actually kill them but yknow what i mean

so it leaves me to wonder

what the fuck are the other lies

now, i feel like one of them are definitely something that's basic for a kid (cause, yknow, he's 8 lmao)

soemthing like how he definitely went to bed on time, or how he totally finished all his big kid food before eating any of his mints

but the other lies??

they could be literally anything

we know tails is willing to kill if needed (tails's adventure)

and there's also that big ass wanted sign (i thiiiink sonic riders??? i don't really remember, i'll look it up in a minute) (i was wrong, it's sa2)

and he's literally an enemy of the state (archie comics)

this kid is fully willing to do just about anything

though thinking about it, one of those lies could definitely tie into his whole gambling thing

he got banned from a casino for counting cards, he's probably done much worse and was just never caught

hell, one of those lies may even go back to when he was on westside. we know the villagers didn't like him, it's definitely possible he lied once or twice to keep himself safe

like, on a surface level, hearing a kid say they've only told 3-4 lies doesn't really strike a nerve or anything. it's a kid being a kid, nothing to worry about right?

yeah well, not when that kid is a literal fucking genius

the fact we will never know what those lies are somewhat scares me because they could genuinely be anything

if tails sets his mind on something, he will get it, usually no matter what it takes

and honestly, the fact he's only told 4 in total is also slightly terrifying because

the kid is honest as can be almost all the time

so how are we supposed to know when he lies?

he had everyone fooled in the takeover, who's to say he hasn't fooled all of us before

i definitely wouldn't put it past him, being the genius he is and all

wow hope you don't mind getting a lengthy reply LMAO im not sure what you were expecting, so sorry if you wanted me to keep it short i just-

i read into a lot of things that i really probably shouldn't, it's easy for me to get lost in talking about it 💀

but hey, if you have anything you want to add on please feel free to

and im sorry if i didn't answer this in the way you were hoping for, some times i read questions wrong and go in a completely different direction then what i was asked to 😭😭

[blkkizzat]

AHHDSDKFHSDKLFHSKDFHK.... IM NOT OKAYYYYY!!!!

firstly can we talk about the opening video!?!? omg its on repeat i love that it feels like an american horror story opening with the like characters and the imagery, set the stage so perfect *chefs kiss*

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So you know those old ass teen books "chicken soup for the soul" well i feel like this was "smut soup for the soul" as the creole in me was literally summoned. like i really felt like i was back in nola at muriel's. you did this idea sm justice ahhhhhhh! knowing the lore too it fit him so well 🥹🩵

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also its official..we are definitely the two worst members of the 'gojo saturo hate club' because why do we do this!?!? lmfaoo why do you write him this way!!? stawwwwwp making me like him 💗😭. i loved the whole cat and mouse appearance with him scaring the shit out of her and the flashbacks.

the fact he was such fuckin perv WHILE she is working midday is crazy—and i ate it right tf up.

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"“to not drink the stupid bitch juice, but with each stroke, each tormenting touch, your resolve crumbled more and more.”

fhdfkjhsdfhj lmfao *me literally CHUGGING stupid bitch juice like its going out of stock and plotting how to buy muriel's from its current owners so me and ghost gojo can live happily together forever.*

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“ needing to be as close to you as possible as he grasped the fat of your ass between his fingers. "Fuck, love," he said, damn-near delirious. "I would've made you a wife in my first time.”

this nigga bout to get a wife right now if he dont stop playin. fdjkhjdsgb like im so down horrendous. ahhh and the way you wrote their interactions. him having a soft spot for her and like just wanting to eat her out over getting his dick wet (not that he didnt want that and i would have been like "what fuckin friend" if i was reader fhdsfjkhsfdjs).

likeeee got me on my "yes i do the cooking, yes i do the cleaning" make yo table so good every night baby i promise

x

 Cooing into your folds, slurping your juices like a refreshment, making you completely surrender, his name slipping from your lips in a desperate, needy whisper. 

WHY IS HE SIPPING ON ME LIKE A COOL MINT JULEP HSDFJKSDHFGJSDKF SOUTHERN HOSPITALITY IN FUCKING DEED. I creamed at this frrrrr.

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so when is the ghost!gojo x reader spin off ??? or he could help herrr out more. you know nola has this lore that if you go to haunted houses and technically its not even inside. you dont even have to enter them you cant even walk under the balcony awnings of them on the sidewalk and a ghost can attach itself to you djkhsfadjksfgajsdhf. true story as the tour guide wouldnt even take us on the same side of the street as the Delphine house, he said we could go over there if we wanted to ourselves and he was CREOLE thru and thru so i fully believed he believed it sjkhgdjhsfgj. gojo needs to follow her tho if she try to leave nola without him omg pleaseeeeee.

im down so horrendously bad khfsdkjfhsd. ignore me 😩🩷

i wanna fucking tear you apart

Vampire SuguChoso x Reader|Halloween Special Three-Shot

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3

the deets: oh god, where do we begin? let's start in the home of the supernatural, shall we? the great city of New Orleans. and you are absolutely about to shit bricks for having to return here, and not for a reason any sane person would believe. you don't even want to say it out loud and make it real, make them real. but you have to find them, someone's life is at stake if you don't. and the worst part? you reluctantly have to rely on someone, something you've spent years convincing yourself was just a figment of your imagination. be careful reader—or not, you seem to get off on that—because you're about to walk headfirst into something that's going to change your entire world and make you question everything you swore you'd never believe in. w.c: issa surprise. whoever gets the closest, gets a drabble of their choice (restrictions apply. i have to be familiar with the show/story. drop an ask to participate :3) tags: summoning ritual w/ special guest possessive Ghost Gojo who is annoying asf as always but even moreso bc now he can bounce all over the place, ghostly touches, hands up skirts, no bathroom privacy?, taunting and flirting through sexual assault, he's obsessed with your smell and is a panty-sniffer 🧍🏾‍♀️, cunnilingus, fingering, P in V and literally getting the breath knocked out of you, creampie? (you'll understand), coercion for a taste, rutting, and you don't know if you hate him for all of it by the end of the beginning of your journey angel’s note: Satoru...please.. earworm 🐛: tonight you belong to me remix, or the original by Patience and Prudence, it's creepier in my opinion but such a great song

—Believing—

You don't believe in vampires.

So why in the entire fuck are you standing outside of a restaurant hoping you'll be able to talk to a ghost?

You glance up at the sinking sun, the sky bruising with dusk as the nervous tap of your heel against the cobblestone almost syncs with your heart.

Be cool, be cool.

Surely no one's noticed you sitting here for the past 30 minutes, fidgeting with your fingers, mentally pacing back and forth trying to decide if you'll walk through those doors you haven't opened in 6 years.

Those pale green doors that hold centuries worth of secrets that can never escape.

Including...

But what if all of that was just in your head?

You were younger back then, new to New Orleans, and all those stories, legends, and creepy tales could have easily messed with your head.

No.

You know what you saw.

What you felt.

What you heard. His voice. That smile...

Your chest feels like a knot tied too tight, yet a strange hope flutters beneath the nerves.

Hope that the past wasn't just some weird trick your mind played on you.

Because you could never forget it.

You just hope he hasn't forgotten you.

You take a breath watching the sun finally slip behind the horizon of the place of your eerie past. The old, chipped sign still hanging crooked above the door, and wrought-iron lanterns cast orange halos on the cracked sidewalk.

Closing time is near, and so is the truth you came here for.

But will this be another bust? Or will you finally get to confirm that all of it was real?

It has to be, he has to be...because he's the only one who can help you find where they are. If they even truly exist.

And the second you finally muster up the strength to face and push through those heavy, creaking doors, there's no turning back.

Walking in feels like you've gone back in time, and everything is just as you left it.

"Hi, welcome to Muriel's." The hostess greets you with a smile that you try to reflect back, hoping that she won't notice your nerves—or worse, that someone from your past will recognize you. "Just to let you know, we will be closing in about 30 to 35 minutes but you are welcome to dine in or takeout." And her eyes drift over your less-than-formal attire, a slight flicker of curiosity in her expression, but the pleasant smile never wavers.

You clear your throat. "Dine in, please," you say, and she reluctantly nods, tucking a menu and silverware under her arm before leading you through the over-the-top space—each step digging you further into the rabbit hole. The details of what you left behind, propels you back in the past. And suddenly you're 19 again, juggling plates and wiping down tables under the watchful gaze of the old regulars. When you last worked here.

The hum of conversation fills the space, but you tune it out, your eyes scanning for familiar things. What the restaurant purposefully lacks on the outside, is equally lacking on the inside.

The tables, dressed in those heavy burgundy cloths. The stuffy velvet chairs, more decoration than comfort. The twinkling glass chandelier that always sparkled a little too brightly for the dark, moody space, and the drapey curtains, still tacky as ever, decorate the walls and clash between the old-world elegance and overdone theatrics.

The bar stools are still worn in the same places, and the corner booth where the kitchen staff would gather to sneaks shots of whiskey after closing still stands strong.

You don't see anyone you recognize—thankfully—but the atmosphere still feels the same. Especially when it seems like the walls are watching you, their quiet judgment as thick and heavy as the air filled with the smell of fried shrimp, garlic, and something bitterly sweet, like old wine left to ferment for too long.

Walking past the table where you used to sit with your tips, counting down the hours until closing and sweet escape, feels heavy, and every step after is like pulling back a curtain on memories you buried deep, unsure if they ever really even happened. But every flicker of light, every clink of glass, makes your heart race just a little. Confirming some kind of PTSD because even if your brain doesn't remember, your body does.

The whispers. The rattling. The presence. Always there, but never seen.

Showing up here almost every single day was definitely the bane of your existence, but you couldn't just quit, not back then.

You needed the money to make ends meet, especially when you chose to go to school out of state.

A broke college student struggling to stay afloat in the wild and "haunted" streets of New Orleans where every shadow told a story and every corner whispered a myth.

NOLA, of all places: home of the supernatural you've never believed, and yet here you are, purposely choosing to have a seat at its table. And nervously glancing over at thee table, perfectly set as if waiting for someone special, yet desolate and tucked away from the rest, the phantom feeling of what happened there years ago creeping through your body as you pick at your meal and try to ignore the urge to bolt on what you think is the stupidest plan you've ever had in your entire life.

By the time you finish up, your heart is pounding, but despite being the worst place you've ever worked in, the food is still as good as you remembered, always feeling like a home you've never visited, soothing your body and making you fight tendrils of sleep.

The restaurant quiets as the final patrons start to leave, you remaining as one of the last stragglers. You pay your tip, stack your dishes out of habit, and now the real waiting begins. "Shut up, shut up," you say to your gut feeling. "I can do this." And you take one last deep breath, bracing yourself as you head toward where everything first went down: the bathroom.

The long, narrow corridor seems darker than ever, the black walls and red carpet only adding to the sense of isolation where you'll be camping out until closing.

You catch a glimpse in the large mirror and pause, barely recognizing yourself—nerves tightening your expression, tension locking your shoulders.

You look like you've already seen the ghost you've come to meet, but give yourself a reassuring head nod, though it feels hollow. And with that, you enter the stall where it all began., Of all the places to meet a ghost...it had to be while you were hovering over a toilet set. That perv.

Crouching into place, you pull your knees into your chest, steadying while listening to the sounds of the restaurant closing—clattering dishes, murmuring voice—all mingling with your thumping heartbeat.

This is so stupid. you think, hiding in here like this, feeling so ridiculous you try not to laugh at the sheer stupidity of it all. But thinking of backing out now and being like "Oops, my bad." to the staff feels even crazier. You're officially in too deep to turn back now.

You shift in your spot and try to get comfortable, knowing that closing can take quite a while in a place this large and "fancy". But your anxiety is not having it, and you nearly lose your balance, your feet slipping and almost falling into the bowl. You curse, gripping the sides of the stall and you freeze, swearing that you heard a snicker.

You huff and shake your head like an Etch-a-Sketch. Knowing you must be hearing things but fuck, how long is this going to take?

It's nerve-wracking when the staff do finally come in to do bathroom checks, but after what feels like an eternity, you're sure the coast is finally clear and you creep out of the stall, the restaurant eerily still now that it's fully closed as you make your way out. Ready to sit at the table you've been staring holes into all evening.

The velvet rope falls to the side as you part the way. Your fingers trail over the cold cutlery on the table—the finest in the restaurant, decked with gold trim and sitting on porcelain platters. A small smile tugs at your lips. He's always been the type to require the finer things, even in death. Though you're surprised he hasn't turned the place upside down at the slight wrinkle you catch in the tablecloth.

You sink into the chair, the soft and barely worn cushion molding beneath you, almost welcoming you to the table amidst the unsettling darkness, quickly urging you to pull out your candle and a pair of lace panties. Doubts swarm your mind, but you begin anyway, preparing to start the ritual you've never tested before and solely banking on what you've come to know and what you've experienced.

But what if he doesn't show up?

He hasn't the last few times you've visited, and this...this is the most extreme measure you've taken so far.

If this doesn't work, then nothing will, and you hold your breath as you give the match a hard look before striking it, watching the flame cast a glow in the shadows before bringing it to the wick and lighting the darkness.

The restaurant seems even more disturbing as you glance around in the dark. Watching, waiting for any movement, any indication of a presence, of his presence. He's never been predictable, so good at surprises and keeping you on your toes as you worked your shifts from the sun up until it set late at night. Giving you the biggest of scares the first time you felt a brush of your ankle in the bathroom. Thank God you were already on the toilet.

Now, all you can do is wait. Wait and hope that tonight is diff—

Goosebumps rise on your skin and that PTSD kicks in again, catching a glimmer of light in the corner of your eye as a sudden chill creeps in, slithering over your skin. It's subtle at first, like a draft through an open window, but intensifies quickly, and you feel the temperature drop by several degrees. The hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention, and for a second, you swear you can see your breath fog in the dim light of the unnatural cold.

Your arms cross over your chest, instinctively rubbing warmth into your skin, and just when you go to wrap the sweater you brought around your body, it hits you—that smell you could never forget or find anywhere else. Heavy, almost suffocating. Filling your nose and seeping into every breath when you hear his voice echoing out of nowhere.

"Panties for dinner?" The voice curls around you, laced with that same mischievous edge you remember from years ago.

"Shit!" Your stomach plummets into your ass when you look up. Across the room, in the dim reflection of a nearby mirror, you see him. White, ghostly hair sitting atop a tall, slim figure, his form hazy around the edges like smoke threatening to dissipate.

You can't make out all of him, but the presence is unmistakable. And standing right behind you.

You can't even breathe, frozen, staring at the mirror and his sly grin. But when your fight kicks in and you whip around, there's nothing, just empty air and your hot breath floating in it, and you nearly pee yourself when you turn back and he's sitting right across from you. Calm, composed, and smug as ever, resting in his favorite seat in the house. Reserved just for him.

He leans back, white cotton-clad arms crossing behind his head, his ghostly form flickering in and out of the dim light. Almost making him completely translucent save for the reflection in his circular sunglasses. "I know times are changing but—" he tilts them down to eye the lace panties you've laid out. "Even I wouldn't think of adding such a delicacy to the menu."

You release a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Hello, Gojo."

His name feels foreign, yet familiar on your tongue, and though you were just scared out of your wits, relief washes over you. Because you're not crazy. Not then, and not now.

He's real, and now eyeing you up and down as if you're the next thing on the menu.

Seeing him brings back a flood of memories—memories of late-night shifts, of him toying with you when no one else would be bothered.

Though you've never been the type to believe in anything you can't see, working here taught you differently, and you learned that ghosts are surprisingly easy to find. Or at least, it's easy for them to find you.

He laughs. "Damn, really?" raising a brow, "What's with the formalities?"

"Look at you," he says, his voice a soft puff as he leans forward, elbows resting on the table. His pale blue eyes gleam with something between amusement and enticement, lingering as he takes you in. "All grown up," he pops. "And here after all these years. I didn't think you'd have the guts to do it...and bring such...interesting offerings." His lips curl into a slow smirk, the weight of his attention pressing down on you.

“Well, Satoru,” your lips purse, “It’s not like I haven’t been trying.” Remembering the frustration of the past few weeks. “I figured something…unconventional might work. Finally.” 

He tsks, casually lifting the lace, dangling it on the end of his fingers before wrapping it in his hand. Eyeing you with mischief as he brings the offering to his face and drowns his nose. 

“You know…” he breathes deeply, “I’ve yet to find anyone else who smells as sweet as you.” His eyes flutter shut a moment as if savoring the scent, his grip tightening.

Then, as quickly as the moment came, his expression darkens, his tone low and sharp eyes snapping open, narrowing. “You can’t begin to imagine what it’s like to have something like that stripped away from you.”

The words hang in the air, thick and cutting. And you know exactly what he means.

“Is that why you’ve been ignoring me?” The question spills out, gnawing at you and weighed with weeks of trying and failing to reach him since you first came back, wondering why he wouldn’t show. “Because I left?”

Gojo scoffs, smacking his teeth, and looks away, still holding the lace before dismissively letting them fall to the table. “Is it even worth asking?” His eyes flicker back to yours, dripping with disdain. “You sound so sure. Less of a coward now than you were back then,” he mutters, a bitter edge creeping in that knots your stomach.

“Tell me,” he leans, voice crawling with vice, “…was I too much for you that night?” And your throat tightens, memories of your last shift at Muriel’s rushing back full force. 

Most tourists who flock to this charming, haunted restaurant only know the glossy version of its history.

It’s themed, plays up its rumors, is gimmicky, and serves great food all in one curated pot.

But what most don’t know, is that back in the day, it actually used to be a house—a grand, extravagant mansion that was a symbol of wealth and power, drawing in the city’s elite. But all of that splendor needed someone just as luxurious to maintain it and its reputation for being the place to be if there ever was one. 

And that someone was Gojo.

A filthy rich owner with an exorbitantly large bank account and an even larger love for hosting extravagant parties. He didn’t throw these gatherings just for fun—no, they were about keeping the eyes of the elite on him and his sprawling mansion. His house wasn’t just a home—it was a glittering symbol of his status. 

And as famous as Gojo was for his parties, he was just as infamous for his way with women. A relentless womanizer, he cycled through lovers like the seasons, keeping them rotating out of his door like clockwork and quick to turn down any who tried to trap him with promises of children or falling in love. 

Gojo very much valued his freedom, up until he took his very last breath. 

With no one to pass along his estate to, he left no heirs and no family to carry on his legacy, and everything he possessed was auctioned to the public. Being sold to someone just as wealthy and lucky enough to be able to continue the home’s reputation.

But even in death, Gojo didn’t care for sharing the spotlight, or his house.

Through the years, the infamous home was passed from hand to hand, and with each new arrival, Gojo made sure they knew he was still a guest with the same appetite for attention he’d always had. 

His tricks started small, mere nuisances at first—footsteps in empty hallways, doors that wouldn’t stay shut, flickers of lights just as someone reached for the switch. But anyone who dared to claim the house as their own quickly realized that Gojo wasn’t the type to share his space.

Years passed, and the mansion’s reputation grew darker. Haunted, they said. 

No one could live there without being tormented by the mischievous, jealous ghost of its original owner, making no one want to touch it with a 10-foot pole. For quite some time, the formerly luxurious home sat on the market, a ghost of itself collecting dust and weary stares from passersby familiar and foreign. But it wasn't until someone got the brilliant idea to say fuck it and try to bank on the legends that it was finally opened to the public. Done in a way that was guaranteed to attract people from around the world—by turning it into a restaurant. And consequently making Gojo’s antics truly infamous.

At first, the new owners didn’t believe in the stories. It’s just old pipes and drafty halls, they said. But that excuse wore thin. Quickly. 

They would return to tables flipped overnight, chairs scattered around the space like a storm had blown through. Champagne glasses, polished and neatly stacked at closing, would go flying across the bar and shatter against the walls by morning. Whispers could be heard in patrons’ ears during dinner and ruin appetites. 

Workers began quitting. Customers stopped coming.

Eventually, enough was enough, and the owners, desperate and undoubtedly true believers now, decided to strike a deal with the restless spirit and finally appeal to his easily bruised ego. And they set up an exquisite V.I.P. table just for him, even going so far as to allow reservations to be made to have dinner with him and appeal to his sense of companionship once every blue moon. 

Once again, Gojo was the center of attention, and just like that, the chaos stopped.

For regular diners, at least. But then, you came along.

At first, it was subtle—small things that could easily be dismissed as accidents or coincidence. 

A fork slipping from your grasp, a shadow moving out of the corner of your eye.

You’d been warned about Gojo when you were hired but quickly dismissed it as a funny story to tell tourists (like you weren’t borderline new to the city yourself). 

You didn’t believe—not in ghosts, not in any of it. 

That is, until the antics became too much to ignore, and Gojo grew tired of playing games.

The whispers weren’t vague murmurs anymore—they were in your ear, low and teasing and calling your name. The pranks weren’t harmless either—pinches of the fat on your thighs almost made you drop dishes, gushes of wind fluttered your skirt, exposing your flesh to customers, cool breaths ghosted your neck while taking orders. And on the more vulgar end of the scale, you learned that Gojo had an infatuation with your panties, ghosting his hand under your skirt to skim the fabric and trap remnants of you on his fingers to smell and taste. And when that wasn’t enough, he would resort to stealing them, almost always running off with a pair before the end of your shift so he could relish your intoxicating scent while you were away.

He wanted your attention and was relentless, loving to see you flustered and squirming. And he wasn’t going to stop until he had it.

Then came that night. 

The night everything changed.

It was a quiet evening at Muriel's.

The last of the guests had filtered out, the last of the servers and kitchen staff had gone save for a few, and only a soft clatter of dishes in the back and the low hum of the kitchen being scrubbed down kept your company at the end of your shift.

And it had become the usual for you to be the only one left at the end of the day. Ever since your promotion to shift lead, you were the one expected to close up most days. It was a small step-up—more responsibility, slightly more money, but it almost meant longer hours, on top of still going to being a full-time student. The bags under your eyes couldn't be bigger, but someone had to make sure everything was in order before locking up. You were happy to take the extra cash and kill some debt, but nights like that one—when the restaurant was eerily still, and you were the only one walking its halls—made you question if the raise was really worth it.

You were wiping down and fixing the last of tables, mind drifting, tired, and very, very ready to go home and start your second shift on your assignments.

You slowly feel your muscles tensing, your movements growing slow and stiff. It's cold as fuck, colder than it's ever been in the restaurant making hairs stand on your arms and your brows furrow, wondering if the heat had finally kicked out in the old place when a familiar scent hit you. A thick, heady fragrance that'd been haunting you for weeks—opulent, like aged leather, tobacco, and something sweet like an overripe plum. You'd smell it before, but it was stronger than ever that night, filling the air like a thick perfume that almost made you choke, and your heart quicken. Because you were the only one in the restaurant.

A whisper right in your ear almost sent you to glory. "Leaving so soon, beautiful?"

You jolted, a rush of heat and cold spiraling through you as you whipped around, expecting to find an empty room as usual, but your rag slipped from your fingers.

Because this time, there it was.

Not just a flicker of light, not just a trick of the shadows—but standing there, casually leaning against the bar as if it'd been waiting for you. Its hair white and ghostly, catching the low light and loosely floating around its sharp, pale face. A man, unworldly and almost hypnotically angelic.

And his clothes—God, he was a vision of the past, looking like he'd stepped straight out of the 18th century. Dressed in a loose, long-sleeved cotton shirt that wasn't buttoned all the way, revealing his chest and looking impossibly soft as it bobbed around him with every subtle move, as if it had a life of its own. Untouched by the laws of physics, along with his baggy, almost billowing pants that seemed of an accessory to his form rather than a garment.

He looked like he was floating in water.

But it wasn't just the look of him that struck you—it was his presence.

You'd been receiving little snippets of the supposed guilty party for months, but now he was revealing his full form and moving around the room with an ease that was unnerving. Graceful in a way that made him seem more like a dream than a ghost, his feet barely touching the ground as he circled you—a predator accessing its prey.

He wore circular sunglasses, perched right on the bridge of his nose. The modern touch starkly contrasted the vintage quality of his existence, making him all the more haunting. They reflected the dim light and hid his eyes, but you could feel the intensity of his gaze piercing right through you.

He smiled—lazy, dangerous, and knowing. Like he could see every one of your thoughts. "Like what you see?" And your stomach twisted. Because whether you wanted to admit it or not, you couldn't deny that you had been waiting for him.

For months, Gojo had been playing with you, pushing and teasing to the brink of borderline insanity. But never in your wildest thoughts did you expect this. Not for him to ever fully reveal himself. Or for him to be so...ethereally gorgeous in a way that made your mouth dry.

You couldn't help but to stare, captivated by his strange, almost unsettling beauty. You'd been told about his promiscuity, his natural ability to captivate women and now you could see how.

He was an enigma, an impossible class of time periods—both out of place and yet perfectly at home in this old, creaky restaurant.

And despite every instinct screaming at you to get the hell out of Dodge, you were drawn to him, just as you had been since that very first whisper in your ear that made you second-guess reality.

"Well, say something." He laid his cheek on his palm. "Or am I just that handsome?"

And there it was—that egregious arrogance you'd heard so much about, dripping from every word, as if he hadn't been terrorizing you from the moment you stepped foot in the place, or just given you the jumpscare of your life. Though what threw you off most was the way he didn't sound like you expected; his voice didn’t match the way he dressed or the era period he seemed to belong to.

You swallowed hard, struggling to find your voice, but the sight of him, his sheer presence, made it almost impossible. "Cat got your tongue?"

“I’m not scared,” you finally croaked out, lifting your chin, though your voice betrayed you. And the second the words left your mouth, you regretted them, his brows raising and grin widening as he sensed the challenge in your words.

"Not scared, huh?" He stepped closer until the distance between you was almost nonexistent, calling your obvious bullshit by the way you could barely handle his taunts during your day shifts. He paused.

"Boo!"

You jumped, then immediately felt like a little bitch for falling for the oldest trick in the book. You didn't find anything funny but Gojo roared, slapping his knee. "Awww, you're so cute when you're pissed," remarking your scowling face and wiping a fake tear. But then his sensual smile returned, reaching out and tilting your chin. "So what'll get you riled up then, brave little waitress?" And he's behind you before you could turn away, running your blood cold as his nose grazed your neck, inhaling the scent of your hair

You swatted at him, more out of instinct than logic and quickly spun around—only to find nothing. Just empty space and the faint scent of him still hanging in the air like a ghost.

Fuck, where is he?

Your heart thundered in your ears, each breath coming quicker and quicker as your wide eyes scanned the room.

Panic surged through you, fighting to steady your nerves when you turned back and there he was, inches away from your face.

"Fu—!" You flinched and he snickered. "Still not scared?" And he took another step forward.

Your shaky breaths said yes but your head shook no, trying to stand your ground even as your feet moved backwards.

"No?" he grinned, closing the distance between you with every step. "Good. I don't want you to be." Still, his eyes glinted behind those ridiculous shades that hid too much and made it impossible to think straight. Your body moved on autopilot, flight instead of fight kicking in, until the small of your back collided with something solid.

Your breath hitched, aimlessly reaching behind to steady yourself when the soft, velvety fabric sent pins and needles through your body, realizing that you had bumped into the table you just spent too much time painstakingly freshening up earlier—his table.

His grin was positively wicked now, watching it dawn on your face, registering the fact that you had bumped into the very thing you unironically set up for him, the cool surface pressing into your lower back, cutlery clinking and shifting beneath your fingers. Trapped.

Gojo leaned over you. "Funny," his cool breath brushed your cheek. "I've been watching you for a while now, you know," he mused, his hand slowly creeping up your thigh, fingers barely brushing beneath your fluffy work skirt, jolts rocking through you that made you stiffen as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

"I can detect heart rates," he continued, voice a low purr. "And yours? I've been listening to it for months since I first started...playing with you." He smirked. "How it slows down when you think it's all in your head. How it spikes every time something moves that isn't supposed to. How scared you look when you can't figure out what's happening."

He practically towered over you now, leaning down to brush the shell of your ear with his lips as he added, "But it's never beat this fast before." A breath caught in your throat when his hand slid higher, his fingers curling around the divet of your hip.

"You take such good care of my table, doll. No one has done it better since it's been here." And your knees went weak feeling him knead and trace patterns over your hip with his thumb. "Sooo," he smiled against your ear, "It's only fair I put all that hard work to good use right?"

You tried to twist away, you really did, but it was a fruitless attempt to put some distance between you and the ghost. His grip was ironclad and anchoring you to the table, even in his spectral form, reminding you that though he was just a spirit, his strength was all too real. The cool burn seeping through you, yet contrasting the warmth pooling between your legs.

You swore under your breath, feeling your body betray you with each ghostly touch, shivers cascading down your spine and your jaw clenched, trying to ignore the arousal gathering in your panties, but Gojo was no amateur. He had done this dance for far too long and far too many times, and he knew the signs better than anyone.

He pulled back just enough to really get a good look at you, the smirk never leaving his face as he took in the blush creeping up your face, the rapid rise and fall of your swelling chest, the way you tugged on your lower lip in a poor attempt to maintain some semblance of control.

"I'll stop if you tell me to," he murmured so sincerely, but it felt like a trick as his other thumb now traced slow, maddening circles up your inner thigh, inching ever closer to the heat radiating from your core, and you started to protest, but the words died in your throat when he finally brushed the damp fabric of your panties.

Your mouths fell open, both of you caught entirely off guard at how surprisingly wet you were.

Gojo let out a breathless chuckle, eyes darkening beneath his glasses at the feel of your warm slick. "Just say the word, beautiful," a silken whisper that seemed to wrap around you along with the continuously languid strokes of your puckering clit.

"Hah." Panic mingled with helplessness in a battle between your mind and body.

There was no denying the effect he was having on you.

The gradual build-up of unhinged chemistry had unknowingly begun even when he was just an easily dismissive taunt—no matter how much you wanted to resist.

And the bastard knew it.

Reveled in it even, his ghostly fingers toying with the elastic edge of your panties and teasing you with the promise of something more. You just had to say yes.

No.

You squeezed your eyes shut, fabric bunching under your fingers as you tried to reason with yourself, to not drink the stupid bitch juice, but with each stroke, each tormenting touch, your resolve crumbled more and more.

"Look at me." His tone left no illusion of choice, and your eyes fluttered open, meeting the reflection of your pathetic face in his sunglasses, the distorted image mocking you before he pulled them down the bridge of his nose. "Good girl." Tucking the corner of his lip under his teeth and rewarding you with a firmer touch that made your hips involuntary buck towards him with a mewing "Ah!"

His ghostly laugh filled the room and vibrated through his hand resting between your legs. "I wonder," his brow quirked, eyes wandering over your body. "What other sounds I can draw out of you?"

You tried to respond, lips hot and ready to tell him to go to hell, but the only sound that escaped you was a strangled whimper feeling his fingers hook under your panties and pull them aside, exposing you to the cool air as you looked into his relentless gaze. He didn't even have to look to know that you were absolutely dripping, heat blooming in your face as your thighs rushed to clamp shut but his other hand firmly held you open.

"So stubborn," he smiled, feeling so lucky he's already dead by the way your eyes shoot daggers, and he gets an idea seeing your cute tight-lipped face. "Let's see how long you can keep up that fight of yours, hmm?" And he continues his dizzying but purposely feather-light strokes, determined to bring you to the precipice of shattering into pieces.

If you thought you were crazy before, you felt absolutely insane now the way you had two voices on your shoulder, an Angel and a Devil.

This is a ghost, for God's sake, the angel panicked, screaming about the sheer insanity of the situation.

That dick might hit different though, the Devil argued, voice husky and persuasive, reminding you of endlessly late nights spent studying and the dry spells that came with it. Typical of an obnoxiously busy youth battling between college and work.

It'll literally be out of this world sis, the Devil purred, and though you wanted to cringe at your conscious's bad joke, you couldn't help but acknowledge it as something that just might be true. Because despite the disbelief you were in about the reality of your situation, Gojo's very real, very rock-hard, and solid dick pressing against your knee was undeniable. And the idea of it sinking between your walls snuck into your head all on its own.

Your hand trembled, reaching out, wanting—no, needing to feel the subtly thumping temptation that promised a release you hadn't experienced in far too long. The outline wasn't enough, you needed to feel it's girth, it's length, and your fingers ghosted right through him.

"Ah ah ah," he chided, caressing your cheek. "Not until you say yes." And you felt physically ill as you took a second to even hesitate. To consider. Absolute mad. Insane. And disgustingly aching with a need so strong it made your head hurt until both of your bickering voices fell silent when you blurted, "Yes!"

And the world itself held its breath.

But it was all Gojo needed, his eyes flashing in triumph with a devious smirk. And in a movement too fast for your eyes to see, hoisted you up and turned you over, a gasp escaping your lips and he pushed you into a sinful arch until your chest planted on the table.

The heat of his gaze was blazing, taking in such a lewd display that was begging to be touch, and who was he to resist? Allowing his hands to roam your body with an urgency that left you breathless, his touch cold yet exhilarating and racing your beating heart.

Nudging your legs apart, he crouched down, cooing.

"Even prettier than I imagine." Pushing a huff out of you as his thumb slid in, slowly stretching you and coating his finger in your fluids that made his already translucent finger glisten.

His lips curled into a devilish grin at the sight of you, sprawled out of the table, your face flushed with desire and breaths short and needy. He brought his thumb to his lips, tasting you and almost dying all over again, the mix of savory sweetness and tangy heat making his already painfully hard cock twitch with anticipation.

"Delicious," he purred, "But I need more," and you couldn't even process his words before his hands were on your thighs and spreading you wide, his breath cool against your heated flesh. And then his mouth was on you, tongue tracing circles around your sugary clit, lazy but heavy when your head shot up, feeling him suck it into his mouth with an expertise that made your hand shoot out and fingers tangle in his hair. Helplessly whining and squirming, yet pulling him closer and grinding down on his face to chase his tongue.

He was in bliss with your taste, dipping in and out of your core and bringing you to the brink of shattering into a million pieces, but the dick in his pants was impatient, and you groaned feeling him pull away with a huff.

"Sweet girl," he murmured, lips glistening with your watery mess as he rose to his feet. "But I want to feel you come undone on my cock." And you jumped when you felt his thick, hard length teasing your entrance. Sending a jolt through your body at the sensation of his cool, ghostly flesh against your warm pussy before digging his hands into your hips and slamming into you with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs.

In an instant, you're both frozen, him buried to the hilt inside you and feeling your unprepared pussy squeeze and struggle to adjust to the feeling of being so unbelievably full. Feeling every ridge, every vein of his cock throbbing inside your tight, little walls.

He groaned, "Fuck," hissing and fingers digging into your flesh as he fought for control. "You feel so..." Losing his words and his hips beginning to move, thrusts slow and deliberate as he started fucking you and fucking you good after months of build-up and playing with you. Shaking the table until creaked and groaned, the cutlery clinking and dishes falling to the ground as he drove into you again and again and again, your hands scrambling to find purchase on the table and hang on.

It was too much, it was heaven on a very big, very thick, drool-inducing stick, it was so delicious that the intense ache bordered pain and made you want to get away yet run towards it at the same time.

"I don't know who you've been holding out on me for," he gruffed, eyeing screwing shut at your tight, fluttering pussy, "But tonight, you belong to me." And he punctuated his point with deep, harsh, thrusts.

"Go-Go-GoJO." You stammered over his name, and he wrapped a hand under your neck, pulling you back against him.

"Call me, Satoru, doll," and he kissed your cheek, still bullying your pussy until your walls caved and hungrily sucked him in.

"Sa-Satoru," you managed, almost breathless, "I'm going to..hah, I'm about to..."

You can't even get them out, damn near blacking out when you came and came hard, a powerful, unexpectantly early orgasm ripping through your convulsing body—wave after wave after of white-hot pleasure washing over you until your body went limp against him, your legs crumbling as he let you collapse against the table.

But he wasn't finished yet. Still deeply pushing through your sore and fluttering walls, his mind a heady mix of egotistical pride and unyielding desire as he felt you shudder and unravel beneath him. Marveling at the sight of you utterly defeated yet still clinging to the table, the way your sweet voice called out his name in ecstasy, and every shaky breath and tremble as he pushed you into overstimulation until his own breath grew uneven.

His release was coming and coming fast, the telltale sign tightening in his core as he watched your ass ricochet off his snapping hips, teetering on the edge of release.

His fingers dug into your nearly limp body, holding you in place, each thrust becoming more desperate and erratic because even though his dick was a punisher and you were practically lifeless, your pussy was still whooping his ass. Coaxing him to dig deeper and deeper and look Nirvana right in the face until with a hoarse groan, he finally shattered and moaned your name, knocking your hips into the table and stilling right against your cervix until he spilled into you with a fierce, unrestrained release that left him trembling and breathless and you heady and wondering if you could get pregnant by a ghost.

Huffing, he folded over you, feeling like life had been pulled out of him once again, needing to be as close to you as possible as he grasped the fat of your ass between his fingers. "Fuck, love," he said, damn-near delirious. "I would've made you a wife in my first time." But you didn't even have enough consciousness to process the never-said-before words that many before you would've given their very soul to hear.

As the world around you faded to black, the only thing you were aware of was the feeling of Gojo's body pressed against yours, murmuring your name in your ear like a promise, and to this day you still don't know what he meant by putting your hard work to good use because after allowing him to have his way, his table was left in absolute shambles.

Those few minutes of pure, carnal delirium had burned into you, leaving you shook, figuratively and literally for weeks, even after the semester ended and you returned home for the summer.

And what most would think would be the best night in your entire existence and begging for more, actually left you rattled to your core and questioning your sanity. Seeing him, feeling him, almost every night after in your dreams.

Convinced that the pressure of academics, a new city, and your overworked imagination had become too much, you made a choice—transferring schools and never returning to New Orleans. Leaving behind your job and all the friends you made. Telling yourself that the encounter with Gojo had to be nothing more than a full mental breakdown. And yet...

The feeling of him lingered with you for years. So real, so vivid like he was somehow watching, somehow waiting for you to—

"Earth to beautiful." His voice sliced through your trip down memory lane and dragged you back to the present. You blink, realizing with a start that he was no longer sitting across from you.

Following his voice, your gaze darted to the left, and there he was again, lounging on one of the plush chairs in the corner of the restaurant.

You shift in your seat, hesitating as the memories collide with the present. "No," you start, remembering his question. "It wasn't that..."

Gojo's playful smile dims just a little but enough to notice. "Then enlighten me, doll, because last I remember, you just up and left without so much as a goodbye."

You swallow, the knot of guilt building in your stomach. "It wasn't because of you—"

His laugh cut through your words, sharp and bitter, echoing off the walls when he vanishes only to reappear behind you. "Sure didn't feel that way to me, sweetheart."

You whip around to face him, but he's already gone, reappearing across the room, shoulder leaning against the wall. "You thought I wouldn't notice?" His arms cross. "Didn't even come back for a single shift, just left me hanging like I had done something wrong...no one's ever done that before." And the way he's trying to suppress the sadness in his voice lets you know that he's obviously still salty about it.

For once, the entertainer had his own entertainment—genuine, proper, and unlike anything he ever experienced in the life he knew before and even after death. And it had been stripped away from him just like that.

"I didn't—" And he's gone again, this time materializing at the bar, resting his elbows on it like this whole conversation is nothing but a joke because truthfully, "I've missed playing with you," he confesses.

Heat rises in your cheeks, a mixture of flustered embarrassment and lingering guilt, and you don't know how to feel anymore. "I didn't leave because of you," you insist, but even to you, it sounds weak.

"Then what was it?" Gojo taunts, appearing at a table closer to you, leaning forward in that all-too-familiar lazy, arrogant pose. "Got spooked? Couldn't handle me?" His defensiveness makes it clear he' isn't really listening. "Or maybe..." his voice drops low, "You liked it too much." And your pulse spikes instantly, his teasing combined with what may be a sliver of truth, making your skin prickle.

He watches you with a wolfish grin, knowing exactly what he's doing, how he's affecting you. And when the obvious look of frustration appears on your face before you start to chew him out, he's gone. And you've officially had it.

"Dammit, Gojo!" you snap, pushing up from his table. "Would you stop already?" Your eyes dart around for the source of your anger, trying to follow his shifting presence as he flickers in and out of view. "I came back to talk, not to play your stupid ass games again!" you shout, hoping that'll trigger him, but the room falls silent, the only the sound your own soft breath, and for a moment, you think maybe he's finally let his emotions get the best of him and he's disappeared forever.

"Tell me..." and in a sudden flicker, he's in front of you, his hand lifting to softly brush your cheek, the touch cold and electric. "After all these years..." His fingers draw a slow line from your neck to your tummy. "Can you still feel me...down there?"

You've never been more flabbergasted.

You let out a short exhale, instinctively taking a step back, but Gojo is already pressing forward, making you stumble back until the cool wood of the bag digs into your lower back like deja vu. His hand is already on your waist, fingers possessively curling around you, and with a casual, effortless push, he hoists you onto the bar, parting your legs with ease and slotting himself between them as if he's always belonged there. Stirring something deep inside you.

You should be scrambling to get down, but you hate how easily your body reacts to him instead, how the pull between you feels just as strong as it did back then, as if the years apart meant nothing. But Gojo isn't afraid to throw away his ego to show you he misses you even after all this time. And damn it, you feel absolutely insane realizing that part of you misses him too, even if it was just a few months of build-up and one explosive night.

But you're older now. You're not the same naive girl he could easily swoon with a smirk and a whisper of words.

No, you were here for a reason and didn't hesitate to swallow down your confusing desire to stick to the mission. Even if it meant breaking his heart.

“Stop,” you say more to yourself than him, but the firmness in your voice surprises both of you. Pulling away from his lingering hands, you shake your head. “I’m not here for that.”

His hands freeze in place, and he leans back just enough to meet your eyes. “No?” He mocks surprise. “Then what are you here for, sweetheart? Because I’m having a hard time believing this isn’t it.”

You lift your chin, forcing out the words before you lose your nerve. “I need your help, Gojo.”

“Satoru,” he corrects you, but his smile slightly falters when he sees you’re serious.

“Help?” He tilts his head. “And here I thought you just missed me.” His smile widens, but there’s something dangerous in it now. Something that makes you remember just how unpredictable Gojo can be. And just you think he’s got the wrong idea and is going in for a kiss, he leans back and gives you space. His arms cross over his chest, gaze flickering over your face before he sighs. “What could I possibly help you with?” And his willingness to listen is what surprises you the most, but you still can’t believe what you’re about to say, drawing a steady breath to help get the words out.

“I need to find them.”

His brow quirks. “Them?”

“...the vampires.” And the second the word leaves your mouth, his grin falters.

For the first time since he appeared, the amusement completely drops from his face and he’s suddenly careful with his words. “I thought you didn’t believe in that stuff.”

“I—” You hesitate, wanting to say that you don’t know what you believe in anymore. Never in your entire life expecting to have a full-fledged conversation with a ghost, let alone be fucked into oblivion by one, but instead, you just say what’s true. “Things have changed.”

“I see,” his eyes narrow as if weighing your words before he shrugs and walks off a bit. “Quite the 180,” he muses, “But who knows, maybe they’re real, maybe they’re not. Maybe I know,” and he turns back and leans in. “Maybe I don’t,” he whispers.

His words taunt you, but it’s the look in his eyes that holds you captive, as if he’s trying to pull the truth right out of your skull. “Why? Why are you so eager to find them?” And you’re taken aback by his suddenly jealous tone. 

“It’s my friend…” And you feel pathetic for wanting to cry. “She’s missing.”

Gojo’s face slightly softens, but he doesn’t speak. You just know that he’s listening, truly listening now.

“She started acting all…weird before she disappeared,” you continue, throat tightening as the memories of you meeting in college races through your mind. You stayed friends after you left, but she never did. “She mentioned vampires once, but I just thought she was messing around. NOLA, y’know?” You shrug. “I blew it off,” you confess, “But now…she’s gone and I—now I don’t know what else to think.” And all of the despair you’ve been suppressing finds its way to your chest.  

But all Gojo cared about most was getting an answer that satisfied him, and suddenly, he’s behind the bar, his fingers ghosting under your chin and tilting your head back until you’re forced to look at him. 

“So this is about your friend then? Not the vampires?”

Your face twists. “Yeah, of course, what else?”

He mutters something under his breath, looking off to the side. Then his eyes narrow, glinting with something unreadable as they snap back to yours. “And why do you think I’m just going to hand you that kind of information? That I would even have it?”

And the temperature around you drops so sharply you can see your breath hanging in the air. 

The realization of the power Gojo holds, even if it is just secrets, is more than you can comprehend, and you’re asking him to hand it over willingly. But you swallow hard, licking your chilling lips. “Because I know you can help me, Satoru,” you say with deliberate emphasis. “I remember what you said once…about knowing things.”

The silence that follows stretches too long for comfort, weighty as he just watches you with an unreadable expression. For a moment, panic flutters in your stomach.

Have you pushed him too far? Was this plan to reconnect with him for answers nothing more than a foolish misjudgment? What if Gojo chooses revenge and leaves you with nothing—all of this…for nothing?

But then, ever so slowly, that unmistakable smirk returns as he leans close enough to almost brush your cool lips. “Vampires, huh?” His mouth curls into a full, dangerous smile now. “You must be desperate, coming to me for that.”

Your gaze doesn’t waver, nodding. “I am.” And Gojo chuckles, the sound both chilling and thrilling as he traces your jawline. “Then I suppose we’d better make this…interesting.” But you aren’t even surprised because if there was one thing you didn’t need to be told, it’s that Gojo isn’t going to make anything easy. He never has. But at least he’s willing to strike up a deal.

Gojo only agrees to tell you what you need to know on one condition: “I want to taste you,” he says simply, like it’s nothing. “That’s it.” And you can’t even fully process the words as his arm slips around your waist, gently pulling your back against his front, his hand snaking down to find home between your legs. “I didn’t get to properly the first time,” he muses, his breath cool against your neck. Sharing the sentiment as if he knows you may never come back. 

Your pulse quickens, the gravity of what he’s asking settling in. Memories of that night—the sheer intensity of it—clouding your judgment and flooding your mind like the heat building between your legs. The request hangs between you like a blade. Giving you a choice, but you know there’s no real option here. If you refuse, he might not give you what you need. But if you agree…

“That’s it?” you whisper. He nods. And after a moment’s ponder as his fingers tease against your skin and spur your decision, history repeats itself when you once again say yes.

In an instant, he’s on his knees in front of you, eliciting a gasp from you when he swiftly pulls you to the edge of the bar. He blissfully hums, his hands gliding up and down your thighs like silk before parting them like the Red Sea. The blue of his eyes flares as he ogles you, the sight of unclothed and oh so pretty, glistening cunt confirming what he already knew, that the lace panties you used to summon him had come freshly off your body. 

His eyes darken with desire, never leaving yours as he leans in. "This. This is all I want," he murmurs, his lips brushing the inside of your thigh with a featherlight touch.

“Mmph.” Your fingers curl into fists as you fight the urge to grab his hair and guide him to where you’ve been throbbing the most. Because despite your words earlier, the way your body responds to his touch, every tremble, every subtle sigh, doesn't lie. 

You wanted this as badly as he did. 

But Gojo is in control; his movements deliberate, slow, and savoring every inch of your exposed skin.

And he’s determined to show you exactly what you’ve been missing. 

His cool breath fans against your skin, his lips soft, teasing, and leaving a trail of icy fire as they move closer to your center. Closer to the source of your intoxicating scent that hooked him like an addict from the moment you first entered the restaurant six years ago. 

Your fingers clench the bar's edge, the cool wood a poor substitute for the touch you crave.

God, you wish he’d stop toying with you. Even when you give in and give him exactly what he wants, he still finds a way to make everything a game.

And just when you’re ready to huff and puff, the first flick of his tongue against your sensitive flesh almost makes you fall apart and draw a sharp breath. Your back arches as if jolted by electricity, unable to help the moan that follows and echoes in the deserted restaurant.

His hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he delves deeper, circling his tongue around your puffy clit and puckering hole. And he’s true to his word, taking his time to explore and savor you with long, languid strokes that have you gripping the bar until your knuckles turn white. 

Like a man possessed, his hands claim your thighs, devouring you with a maddening intensity and leaving you breathless. A sinful blend of pleasure and arousal as he navigates your most sensitive spots as if he’s done so a hundred times. Cooing into your folds, slurping your juices like a refreshment, making you completely surrender, his name slipping from your lips in a desperate, needy whisper. 

He smiles against your bud he sucks like a popsicle, your brows furrowing and body arching as he expertly brings you to the brink of desperate release. “Patience, sweetheart.” Gojo looks up at you, eyes gleaming with mischief as his tongue swipes at the taste of you on his lips. “Good things come to those who wait.”

But waiting is the last thing on your mind as you stare at him, your body aching for more before his lips hover just above your throbbing core. You’re holding your breath without realizing it, every nerve in your body attuned to his every move. Then he’s on you again, his fingers digging into your flesh, the slight sting only heightening the pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Fuck baby,” he laps, a digit slipping into your tight walls, “I’ve missed this.” Adding a second that hooks right onto your G-spot and shoots stars into your eyes. Making it worse by slurping your clit into his mouth in a nasty combination while pushing in and out.

The pressure inside you mounts and your eyes roll uncontrollably as you teeter on the edge, breaths come in sharp, ragged gasps and your body wound up so tightly it feels like you might shatter as you chase the sensation, hips bucking into Gojo’s face.

His hands clamp down on your thighs. “Stay still,” he commands, his low growl vibrating through you. But his words only fan the flames of your desperation, whimpers escaping you before he’s back at it, his tongue dancing over your clit with fiery precision. 

You’re about to beg, to plead for release, hands scrambling to grasp him when you know you can’t when he slightly pulls back. 

“Now,” he says, his gaze locked onto yours. “Now you can touch me.” And for a moment, you’re not sure you’ve heard him correctly. 

But then you feel it—the change like a switch has been flipped. A newfound solidity where there has been none before that your body instinctively responds to. 

You reach out, tentative at first, and find yourself shocked when your fingers graze the top of his head. His hair is unexpectedly soft; threading your fingers through the silky strands and gripping them lightly as your legs wrap around his shoulders to pull him closer to chase ecstasy. 

Years have gone by, lovers have come and go, but nobody, nobody has been able to slurp, suck, or devour you anywhere near as close as Gojo. He eats you with a passion, with a determination to make you fall apart and come undone like the pleasure is more his than yours. If you could say there was ever a true eater who ever walked this earth, the first person you think of is him. And if you were around in the 1800s, you probably would have tried to trap him and ride his face into the sunset too. 

It’s that low, guttural hum, his nose nuzzling deep against your folds like a madman and fingers harshly curling against that perfect, gummy spot in you that finally sends you toppling right over, and with a final, drawn-out moan, you shatter beneath his touch and the world explodes into a kaleidoscope of color and light. 

Your legs tighten around him, holding him in place as you ride out the storm of pleasure, grasping his platinum locks with both hands and drenching his face with your sweet release as you cum harder than you have in 6 years.  

Your mouth falls open in shock, embarrassment flushing your body as you expect Gojo to release you in disgust, but his only response is a low hum of approval, and his hands slide up your body to pin your writhing hips down and drink as he pleases. Not missing a single drop. 

Your body pulses with aftershocks on his tongue, each wave weaker than the last but his tongue doesn’t stop. And when your eyes cross from the overstimulation, you beg and blubber until you can’t anymore and finally collapse on the bar, panting and covered in a sheen of sweat as you come down from the high.

When he’s satisfied and full, Gojo slowly pulls away, a smug slip playing on his lips as he licks them. Gazing up at you, his eyes—bluer than ever—roam over your flushed form. “Delicious as ever,” and his praise is almost as sweet as the sight of you. “Now,” he says, rising to his feet, “About those vampires…”

You take a second. “Right…,” and huff, “the vampires.” You’re so spent you almost forgot what you came here for, your core feeling tight and sore as you attempt to sit up. Little groans slipping out before Gojo catches you off-guard, smashing his lips against yours in the first kiss you two have ever had. Letting you taste yourself on his cool tongue and making your head swim. You could lose yourself it in, seeming to go on forever, as his possessive hands roam all over your body.

You moan into his mouth. “Go-Satoru.” Trying to fight the heady feeling, but you should’ve known better. An indulgent man like Gojo would never stop at just one taste.  

He can feel you slowly cracking, and when he finally breaks the kiss, your lips are left swollen and tingling before he steals your breath again when he begins rutting against you. 

“I want to fuck you down on my cock so bad.” His face is buried in the crook of your neck, breaths coming in short, ragged pants. Sick off of the scent scent of your hair. “Would that be so bad?” 

“Satoru,” you breathe out, a plea, a warning? You’re not sure which. “We had a deal, Satoru,” you remind him, struggling to hold onto any semblance of control, the sensation of his length rubbing against your sensitive and still-soaking core almost too much as you remember how full you were that night.

For a moment, it feels like he won't stop—and maybe you don’t want him to. But your resolve, silent yet firm, cuts through Gojo’s haze of desire, even if your body isn’t strong enough to resist and push him away yourself. And with a soft, almost reluctant sigh, Gojo huffs, and swears to himself being the one to pull away.

You swipe your bottom lip, for a second missing his on yours, and it takes a moment for you to clear your head, your hands unsteady as they fumble to straighten your clothes and fix yourself up as you slide off the bar. It's only after several deep breaths that your pulse begins to steady, and you can meet his eyes and that same infuriating smirk as he crosses his arms.

“Tsh, you’re no fun,” he teases, but there’s a note of respect in his voice. 

Ignoring his comment, you square your shoulders. “I need to know how to find them, Gojo.”

His hand flies to his chest. “Ouch.” You roll your eyes. “Alright, alright,” he relents, running a hand through his hair. “A deal’s a deal.” He casually leans back against the bar, his tone turning back to business. “You want to find the vampires? The best way is to start with the hunters.”

You frown in confusion. “Hunters? …Vampire hunters?”

He nods, looking at you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You find the hunters, you find the vampires.” His voice is calm, but the words hit you like a train.

Oh, this is real. 

Very, very real. 

And your blood runs cold at the weight of your situation, of what you’re getting into.

Your friend wasn’t just caught up in some strange myth or superstition.

You’re not just playing detective anymore.

It was one thing to try to be brave and find out what happened, but it was another to step into the world of those who hunted them, those who lived every moment of their existence on the edge of life and death—purposely seeking out something so dangerous that they have to be exterminated.

“What? You scared now?” His head tilts, noticing your hesitation. “It’s simple,” he laughs, “You get in with them, you’re as good as gold.” And though his words offer the solution you’ve been searching for, they also bring a chilling new reality. And you have to decide if you’ll really ready cross a line you can never uncross.

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. “And how do I find them?”

Gojo grins. “You don’t find them, sweetheart.” He pushes off the bar. “They find you.” He takes a few slow steps towards you. “Especially someone like you. They’ll practically smell the desperation.”

Your eyes narrow at his comment. Desperation? You’ve been called worse.

Nevertheless, your heart hammers in your chest, each beat trying to signal your impending doom. 

“So, what? I just wait around for them to find me?” Frustration creeps into your tone.

Gojo waves his hand. “No, no, no,” he laughs. “You need to be smarter than that.” And he becomes more serious. “Make yourself known in the right circles. Go to the places they frequent. Show them you’re not someone they can just ignore. Play the part.” And you’re quick to pull out your phone and jot down the few places he rattles off.

As you type, a heaviness creeps in—a strange air shifting between you and Gojo. He notices how tired you look, the way your shoulders slightly sag, how your sigh carries the weight of exhaustion. This whole ordeal has felt like one long rollercoaster, but this is just the beginning of your even more difficult journey. 

But something feels off, and when you glance up from your phone, you catch Gojo’s eye.

There’s no more teasing. No more smirking. He’s watching you with something else, something that feels heavy yet unreadable. And it clicks weird when a vibe passes through the both of you, simultaneously realizing that the time to part ways has come. 

And you’re just as lost now as you were then about how to say goodbye. 

It almost feels bittersweet watching him return to the table where this all started. 

“Don’t.” He plops down, sensing what you’re about to say. “I’ve never been good at those.” And though it flashes through your mind that he’s been bitter for six years because you never did the first time, you respect his wish and don’t say it this time either, only pursing your lips and offering a slight nod.

When you turn to leave, Gojo calls after you. 

“Be careful.” His voice is softer now, almost concerned, and you look back to glance at him, caught off-guard by the sudden shift in his tone. “But I don’t have to tell you that,” he smiles, a sparkle flashing on his glasses as he pushes them up.

You softly laugh, glancing down at your hands to fiddle with your fingers, trying to swallow the thanks welling up in your throat. The last thing you want is to make this moment any more awkward than it already is—as if this entire night hasn’t been batshit crazy. 

Gojo may have made your life a living hell for one of the most pivotal times of your youth, but he’s also one of the most unforgettable things that’s ever happened to you. And it’s in this moment that you finally decide that maybe…that wasn’t so bad. 

…Fuck it. You decide to say something anyway. 

But when you turn back to look at him, he’s gone. His scent, his aura—the restaurant still and lifeless. Chilling…because it’s never felt so…warm.

“...Thank you,” you whisper to the empty space he left behind, the words feeling almost weightless as you slowly exit the restaurant for what may actually be the last time, and the doors close behind you with a quiet click.

Stepping outside into the warm New Orleans air feels so different now like you’ve left something behind in that old restaurant. 

Maybe it’s Satoru.

Maybe it’s a part of yourself that knows things will never quite be the same after this.

It feels like you’ve just spent eternity trapped behind those vintage green doors, and now the world outside looks both familiar and frightening, but the night air hits you like a fresh start.

You're really going to do this. You're going to find the hunters, and through them, the vampires. And then... well, you’ll deal with that when the time comes.

After all, you've already faced a devil, and you're still standing. 

What's a few vampires compared to that?

angel's note: bwahahaha, why do i even bother trying to condense things? ghost gojo was not supposed to have his own part, let alone (blank)K WORDS, he enjoyed reader waaaaay more than intended but obviously, i am not in control of my own stories. but yoooo, first and foremost, the BIGGEST of fucking s/o to @blkkizzat for helping me bring this story to fruition. i told her that i wanted to do a sugucho vampire fic and she said "bitch, where's ghost gojo??" so you have her to thank for this absolutely delectable first part

no worries tho, it's nothing but vampires and blood-sucking 🩸 from here on out, so drop ya name below if you want to be added to the tag list|sidenote: this post lining up with the full moon was not on purpose ��� graphic credits: fangs banner (anitalenia)|glitter blood divider (violentbudd)|halloween MDNI divider (meeeee :3)|animated red divider (cafekitsune)

art credits: Sugu: 1 (hidouuc) 2 (blobfishswims) 3 (rice5x)|Cho: 1 (yappdoll) 2 (n/a) 3 (koshinomli) 4 (zeilorene)| Toru: 1 (_3aem) 2 (jjk_myaa) 3 (nala_bert) 4 (yurriima)