#he just needs to STOP for a bit and his brain will reset

[pineconnie]

in my heart uu!parrot still has hope to stop being like this if he just like. gets imprisoned and has to do nothing to wait for someone to break him out. or get kidnapped or SOMETHING guys getting humbled will fix him and then ody duo will be slightly less doomed and we can be happy guys trust me

[sexbot300]

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contents: 18+, mdni. rivals to (maybe) lovers. slight fluff, suggestive, crack, slight angst if you squint, smut. gojo satoru x reader.

tw: mentions of sex. actual descriptions of it. suggestive talk. unprotected sex p in v. oral. pet names. degradation. humiliation. satoru being somewhat of an (loving) ass.

a/n: i literally forgot how much i love writing head-canons. i left this one on a cliffhanger on purpose teehee lolz. thank you so so so much for the followers and support i'm getting. luv to hear your feedback! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

rival!gojo who has his patience and ego tested the minute he found out who you were.

rival!gojo who finds it endearing that someone other than him is on par with being the strongest. if endearing meant slightly blood-boiling.

rival!gojo who only heard word that you can “maybe” beat him in a fight and he “maybe” holding that as a grudge.

rival!gojo who sees you for the first time and his brain does a hard-factory reset.

rival!gojo who only laughs to himself that the world is cruel for making his own “arch-enemy” the hottest thing he’s ever set his eyes on.

rival!gojo who was starstruck, he knew that he had to know everything about you, for “research reasons.”

rival!gojo whos first encounter with you went something along the lines of:

“heard you’re the strongest.” “funny, heard the same thing about you.” “try not to die.” “are you kidding? and hand you over the title like a fucking crown?”

rival!gojo who jokes with your own students about joining the winning side, leaving you to be taught by him.

rival!gojo who will never admit that he lovessssssssssss that someone is as strong as he is, contradicting any bit of “malice” he has towards you.

rival!gojo who won't hesitate to call you, “princess” to mock you. truthfully, he’s mocking himself knowing that deep down he wouldn’t mind calling you that in all seriousness.

rival!gojo who purposely sits across from you in important meetings, taking any and every opportunity to speak to you. arms crossed over his chest while smiling. “dont get why i'm here really. look at her, she’s a big girl. i probably can leave the jujutsu world and it’ll be just fineeeee.”

rival!gojo who knows that the world needs him, but wants to be showered in compliments that prove he’s better. he only glances your direction, “ah, but if i leave, who will keep you on your toes?”

rival!gojo who after many, many years has this “relationship” with you that consists of; sly comments, wandering eyes, and moments that leave you both questioning the other.

rival!gojo who knows your favorite color, season, show, drink, how you like your toast charred— what? he’s just getting to know his “enemy” a bit more, relax.

rival!gojo who knows that you’re both the strongest, so it’s a ticking time bomb of who caves in first.

rival!gojo who no one can ever tell if you guys fucking hated each other or were just straight up fucking.

rival!gojo who purposely turns off his limitless near you, making excuses that “you’re no threat” to him. he secretly wants you to touch him because it means he’ll get to touch you.

rival!gojo who will never miss the opportunity to pass snide comments:

“ms. superhero is here, everyone clear way.” “not enough room on this earth for your ego alone, gojo.” “please, call me satoru.” “hm? why is that?”  “just want you to memorize the name of the person who’ll beat you one day.”  “if you’re trying to be sly with your insults, doing a terrible job.”  “princess, it’s not classified as insults if it’s the truth.” “would it make you happy if i just infatuated your self-worth like everyone else?” “there’s a lot you can do that can make me happy actually. start off by shutting up, maybe?”

rival!gojo who is constantly told to stop provoking you as the higher-ups know if you both take it too far, an actual war will break out. “gojo, behave yourself.” he only pouts, arms crossed over his chest, “whattttt? I’m being as friendly as i can be!”

rival!gojo who overhears the higher-ups scold you for replying back to his comments that are on equivalent with his childish behavior. “don’t entertain that idiot.” you only blink dumbfounded, “he started it! i’m nothing but kind and he's just a dumbass with too much power.”

rival!gojo who actually knows every little detail he wanted to about you. If it was your technique, dirt on you, your weaknesses, believe he’ll already know. “still keeping tabs on me?” “i don't understand, even if i was, we’re supposed to be working together sweetheart.” he only snickers, “although, you wish you mattered that much.” eliciting an eye-roll from you.

rival!gojo who actually finds you funny. someone who can keep up with him in all categories? yup, he’s making you his one way or another. you’re either the greatest blessing to occur to him or the reason he believes love truly is a curse.

rival!gojo who does find out if you’re attracted to someone or not and keeps a bit of an eye on who you’re interested in. by no means will he stop you from pursuing who you want, you deserve to feel happiness even if it isn’t with him. even if it means if it’s short-lived happiness, it was enough for a sorcerer who’s life-span is a guessing game. but he’s greedy. he’s selfish. he doesn’t want anyone else to take you, and he won’t directly interfere, but don’t think he isn’t pulling ropes in the back. 

rival!gojo who’s been your secret admirer for a while now, making sure to purposely get you gifts no man outside of his own status can ever top off. even if they were in his own status, he’ll quickly prove that he IS the Gojo Satoru and no one can top that off. if he can't outright admit he wants you, his pseudo-identity will. who do you think bought you those bouquets that swarmed your house that one valentine?

rival!gojo who notices that you’re wearing the pricey bracelet he bought you, snickering softly, “wow? the evil witch managed to successfully cast her spell in making someone like her?” glancing his direction, noticing a smug look on his face as his chin rests on his palm. “dunnooo gojo, maybe you’re not the only one here people find attractive.” you state, eyeing the handsome face of a man who would eat that shit up if you admitted it out loud. with a shit-eating grin, he spoke, “oh so you find me attractive?” unamused in a softer tone, “never said that, never will.” clicking his tongue, a deeper grin stretched out his pink lips. “you’ll come around eventually.”

rival!gojo who noticed that the bracelet didn’t have a cute necklace to accompany it, making a mental notice.

rival!gojo who isn’t actually your rival, he knows that you know he doesn’t have a big ego that you use as a cheap jab. there’s an unspoken mutual solidarity between you two, maybe the faux rivalry and self-worth being tested was a result of a fake relief you both fell in. maybe you can both pretend that all is well in this world. labeled the title of the strongest places all the responsibilities on both of your shoulders. he feels for you that this life isn’t kind to you or him and he feels a pang of guilt knowing that what’s expected of him, is expected of you too. does he hate you at all? never. does he hate knowing that someone else is burdened with the same path as him? more than anything.

rival!gojo who doesn’t understand why you’re still fighting. he has wealth, good looks, a huge dick, a sense of humor and is the not only the strongest but is a clan head. why don’t you just let him take care of you instead? why don't you end up in his arms at the end of the day? why don’t you let him massage the knots in your back and clean up dried-up wounds? why don't you unravel in a bath with him as you lay on his chest, playing with his fingers? why don’t you let him try the same sweets he really likes? why don’t you just let him occupy your world like you have with his?

rival!gojo who won't simply go at it with you like teenagers, he wants to see who will fall into the trap of falling for their rival first. he notices the way your eye lingers on his lips for a split second, or your face that paints that you feel tempted to bite the apple that god forbade you to. he wasn’t an idiot, and neither were you. he wasn’t physically keeping a distance from you more often because he was repulsed from you, no, it was quite the opposite. he knew that if given certain stances, he’d lose all control. but gojo didn’t want that, this was a game. he had to win. It wasn’t about a title anymore, it was about you. he had to win you.

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rival!gojo who has sexual tension with you that can be cut with a knife, making everyone in the room shift in their seats.

rival!gojo who just eyes you up and comments under his breath that you’re probably so tense from the lack of dick you’re getting. “what was that satoru?” “nothing at all princess, you’re hearing things. get your ears checked out maybe.”

rival!gojo who doesn’t want to get under just your skin but under your sheets too. 

rival!gojo who wants to dominate you in every aspect, especially in bed.

rival!gojo who wants to pummel your pussy into the ground whenever you catch an attitude with him, which is mainly all the time. this one particular time when taking down a curse led you both on thin ice. “satoru, you’re supposed to guard me. the curse could’ve easily escaped. what the fuck were you doing?” you state walking close to him, arms out in disbelief with furrowed eyebrows. “huh, well maybe if you knew what you were doing you wouldn’t be relying on me.” he looked down at you, voice brattier than usual. “rely on you? i’d rather be thrown on the ground right now and have a special grade eat me whole.” faces only inches apart, he tugged his blindfold above one eyes, face growing cold. “I doubt it would remotely even want to eat something as vile as you.” your eyes only glued to his somber face, looking beautiful when disparaging as if it was double the taunting. clearing your throat, “as if it would want to taste you.” a gust of wind escaped his nose in disbelief, “please, it wouldn’t be the only thing here that would want to taste me.” pupils dilated, eyes directing staring in each others souls, you only scoff. “and who’s to say that you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to throw me on the ground?” his once stern face, had a hint of lust wash over in the form of a slight smirk, “not really a fan of wrestling someone so weak, i’ll just feel bad for you. really.” given the circumstances and the hoards of curses making way, he actually regretted not taking you right then and there. his idea of wrestling equating to absolutely demolishing your guts.

rival!gojo who wonders what it would be like to shut your soft, plush mouth up with his own.

rival!gojo who wonders if the bitter insults that roll off your tongue taste sweeter in his mouth.

rival!gojo who is more than giddy to hear that you’re assigned together to train, because he’s not just thinking of physically fighting you. his mind trails off to training you to take his cock instead.

rival!gojo who wants to test your strength in seeing how many rounds you can go with him. this isn’t about training.

rival!gojo who imagines taking you in for the first time; raw, ass up in the air, back arched inhumanely possible, large hand gripping at your hair follicles, and the harsh slapping of skin filling the room. he needs to take you in the most humiliating way, he wants to make you feel all sorts of ways while all he does is snicker about how good you clench on to him in a lewd position.

rival!gojo who often thought about calling you his cum-slut, while he’d make your pretty tongue lap up and down his thick dick groaning about making sure not to be an ungrateful whore and to swallow every last bit of him.

rival!gojo who can’t tell if he wants to fuck the shit out of you or if he wants you to fuck the shit out of him.

rival!gojo who encourages you to wear shorts and tight clothing while sparring. he literally just wants to make you comfortable, nothing at all hidden underneath.

rival!gojo who just takes his sweet time trailing his eyes all around the curves of your body before smiling softly.

“something caught your eye satoru?”  “ohhhhhhh, nothing. just studying your technique.” “is my technique my ass?” “what? a man can’t make sure you have good form?”

rival!gojo who can sense with his six eyes that he gets you wet, he knows that you know which makes it all the better. 

rival!gojo who laughs at you making comments about him probably acting all high and mighty due to a lack of “something.” was it sex? was it his dick? “wouldn’t you like to know pervert?" oh how he wish he can just make you feel the depth of his dick by making you look at the bulge he'd make in your tummy.

rival!gojo who actually does get in a heated making out session with you; hair gripping, tongues slick against each other, moans trapped in each others mouths, dry humping like a bitch in heat, lips engulfing one another. “who the fuck knew that gojo satoru was a needy bitch?” you say breathless, a string of saliva connecting your shameful lips together. “oh please, i was doing the world a favor by shutting you up.”

rival!gojo who finds himself panting as well, dazed out expression, foreheads still touching one another as noses nudge. he huffs slightly, rosy hue scattered across his face. “one more time.” he states breathless, eyes half-lidded. “kiss me one more time,” his voice continues off while you snake an arm around his neck drawing fingertips up and down his undercut. with his eyes shutting softly a sudden gulp, “need to make sure i hated it as much as you did. yeah, yeah, something like that.” he murmurs off before your heads are titling slightly, eyes both shut tight as lips press together on a soft impact. juxtaposing the messy, down-right nasty, desperate exchange of saliva masked as a “kiss.”

rival!gojo who finds out himself that your lips were indeed, soft and he liked the feeling of them pressed against his more than off.

rival!gojo who has to hold himself back from absolutely demolishing your pussy in the middle of combat. through growing pants, you squint your eyes at him from a distance. “g-growing weak satoru.” he’d only blink slightly, shaking his head mentally, the thought of having you pant for other reasons goes on in his head. while staring at your face, “huh, guess i am.”

rival!gojo who jokes that one day he’ll make you cry. unaware of what he meant by that, you only roll your eyes at his statement. although he would kill to hurt you, he wasn’t lying, he would kill even more to see your precious eyes drown in tears of pleasure when taking his fat cock in inch by inch. 

rival!gojo who has you pinned with your hands above your head as he pushes his muscular upper body into yours, feeling every rigid of muscle on your own. “are you purposely trying to be weak or do you just want an excuse to be used as a rag-doll?” pressing more of his body weight on yours, the clothing unable to hold a barrier of the heat and desire emitted off you two. He grinned, voice dropping an octave, his breath hitting your nose, “you disgust me.” quickly flipped the narrative so he was underneath, arms pinned up above his head while your bottom half straddles his groin. a thick, rock-hard sensation felt underneath you, clothing still having a hard time masking your pulsating clit and his dick that’s twitching. staring directly into his cerulean eyes, “clearly, not enough.”

rival!gojo who just knows your pussy is tight and lethal. he knows you’re practically walking around with a pool drenched between your legs waiting to be spread out by him. it’s even worse knowing that he is right. he thinks he can fix that nasty behavior right out of you with a good ol’ lesson on his cock.

rival!gojo who wants nothing more to completely get lost in your pussy, spending hours either making you cry from his dick or convulsing on his tongue.

rival!gojo who is still patient. patiently waiting for the day you slip up before he thinks of casually slipping his 8 inches in your silky folds. little does gojo know that day will be approaching sooner than later.

[takumiraine]

Once Upon a Time chapter 9

Danny is still going through it, but it gets better I promise.

Taku note: jesus fuck putting the links in on these ones was a beast. I actually had to LOG IN to tumblr on my COMPUTER. ick.

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There is some texting abbreviations here. The abbreviations are: B, meaning Bruce, obviously. It is saved as just ‘B’ in his phone. R, meaning Replacement which is Tim. Tim is saved as Replacement. DB is Damian, saved as Demon Brat. D, is Dick, and is just saved as an eggplant emoji in Jason’s phone. This may or may not be relevant later.

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Okay. Okay. He needs a plan. He needs to think and form a plan. He needs a computer. He grabs a notebook. Scrambles around his upturned apartment until he finds a pen. Starts writing equations. The equations will solve to binary numbers. Each one a different letter. His brain is humming. He double checks his work. Triple checks it. Tears the page out.

Checks the work again.

He grabs a bit of his remaining cash. Climbs out onto his fire escape. Phases his hand through the glass to carefully reset the trap.

Move on silent feet, sticking to shadows. Hoodie on and hood over his head. Silent and fast. Alert. Find an Internet cafe. Buy an hour of computer time. Log onto the conspiracy site. Send a new private message.

Carefully type in the equations with shaking hands. Time ticks by so slowly and yet so fast. Equations come back to him. Solve. Translate. Read. Send more back. More frantic than before. They have to run. They have to hide. They cannot come here.

He received a picture of a chocolate bar in return.

They’re coming here. They’re coming. They’re coming and Danny can’t stop it. Can’t stop any of it.

He deletes the messages. Logs out of the website. Clears the history. Takes the paper. Leaves the building. Burns the paper to ash.

Hears a van. Pulls his hood further down over his head. Has to get to the observatory. That was the agreed upon meeting place. Has to get there. Has to hide.

Has to find a way to keep them safe. He’s out of practice. He doesn’t have the upper hand. He’s so scared. Scared for his friends. He gets to the observatory. It’s dark in there. Locked. Danny finds a ladder. Climbs. On the roof. The dome is solid. Cold. Damp. He sits in the shadow of the lens. He waits.

Time moved. Time stood still. Heavy cloud cover meant he couldn’t watch the passage of time in the moon and stars. That was Gotham. Last clear night or day was a long time ago. Danny couldn’t breathe.

Loud footsteps. He pressed himself deeper into the shadows.

“D…?” The voice was familiar. Danny peered out into the darkness, and saw two familiar faces.

“Tuck… Sam…” he croaked, voice raw like he had just spent hours Wailing.

“Hey Danny, good to see you.” Sam sat beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. The Fenton Creep Stick laid across her lap. Tucker came to join them, sitting on his other side and rifling around in his backpack. Before Danny could process it, a couple high protein granola bars and a bottle of strawberry pedialyte was put on his lap.

“Eat. Panicking burns calories and you need them.” Tucker insisted, nudging him gently. Already Danny felt the panic subsiding, leaving him exhausted. He ate the protein bars mechanically, forcing himself to focus on the taste and the feel of them between his teeth. He needed the nutrients desperately. After the protein bars were eaten, Danny chilled the bottle of strawberry drink and popped the cap off, chugging it.

“Alright. Now that you’re sort of fed and hydrated, breathe. You know I love the whole dead vibe as much as the next girl, but you’re still half human.” Sam rubbed his leg with her free hand and Tucker rubbed his back. It was soothing and almost involuntarily he took a deep breath in and out, then another, and another. He felt his mind settle. When he could finally think clearly again, he pulled them both close in a hug.

“Ancients, I’ve missed you guys…”

“Us too man. Us too,” Tucker agreed, squeezing Danny back just as tightly.

“Now, not to turn you back onto a doom spiral, but what the hell happened?” Sam asked once they pulled back from the embrace.

“Well, it’s kind of a long story. But I’ll tell you everything.” And Danny did. He started with getting enrolled in school, which they knew, because Tucker helped. Then with the cute guy that befriended him out of nowhere, and although he kept the name to himself, Sam clocked his crush almost immediately.

“It’s okay Danny, I have a radar for that. You were in love with me for how many years now?” She teased. “I am now able to spot a Danny-crush from a hundred yards.”

Tucker laughed with her and Danny groaned putting his head back in his hands. “I hate you so much sometimes…” he moaned.

“Yeah we love you too buddy.” Tucker patted him again. “Keep going with the story.”

He did. The tutoring, the meetings with red hood, and then finally, the week before and that evening. Again he left out the fact that he recognized Hood’s real identity. Sam and Tucker wouldn’t tell, but he couldn’t out another hero in good conscience. Even if they were fighting.

“Shit man.” Tucker scooted himself closer, while Sam did the same on his other side. “That was…”

“I’d rather fight Skulker and Technus together without my powers or a thermos…” he mumbled, pulling his knees to his chest and pressing his face into them.

“Okay. So here’s what we’re going to do. Tucker is going to make sure none of his trip lines have been tripped, I’m gonna make sure no creeps sneak up on us here. You’re gonna take a nap. You look like you’re about ready to drop dead again.” Danny nodded into his knees, and Tucker got out his pda and got to work.

Slowly, Danny’s breathing evened and slowed then stopped almost completely. Having his friends nearby meant he was safe. Safety meant sleep.

Jason was out looking. He started at Danny’s apartment, but he wasn’t answering, there was no sound of movement, the thermals were all ambient, so he moved on.

The longer he looked the more he realized, he barely knew anything about Danny. Danny was great at hedging around questions about himself. Turning the conversation back to Jason, or topics that were safe. The weather, the best places to get burgers, the best type of tree to climb, the best dangerous animal to be freed from the zoo. That last topic was courtesy of Damian but…

Then Jason remembered. They had been eating outside after dark. Danny had looked up at the sky and sighed, then pointed fries accusingly at Jason. “Your dad is like, richer than anyone else here right? He should really do something about all this smog. Seeing the stars at night is one of life’s great pleasures.”

“You could go to the observatory,” Jason had suggested, fairly used to Danny occasionally having ideas for Bruce’s money without any real interest in using it for himself. Always for the betterment of the city as a whole.

“That’s a last resort option. Nothing beats constellation spotting laying on a rooftop. You should be able to see Orion’s Belt over….” Danny looked up at the sky, head shifting as he oriented himself to north and then pointing “over there, somewhere.”

“Well, I’ll bring it up and see what WE has in the works for ecological initiatives.” Jason had said, taken in by how certain Danny was. He could have been bullshitting Jason, but sure enough when he looked it up later, Danny had the right idea, even if he was a few degrees off in his estimation.

Not having any better idea, Jason sped off towards the observatory.

Danny had been asleep for maybe an hour when the motorcycle was heard pulling up. Tucker turned off his modified PDA, the backlight in the screen would have given them away in a heartbeat.

Once the motorcycle turned off though, Sam woke up Danny. He woke with a silent start, looking around to see what had alarmed his friends. When he felt the familiar press of another halfa’s core he pressed a hand to each of their knees and wrote a small smiley face on them. Danny did not miss the way Sam’s grip on the creep stick tightened.

Jason didn’t immediately think anything of the observatory as he circled it. There were two hot spots on the roof that were likely just horny teenagers. He would make his loop and then head off. At least, that was the plan until he spotted the ice cold person shape between the two warmer ones.

Nobody ran that cold except Danny.

Jason stood at the base of the ladder and considered his options. He didn’t know who Danny was up there with. He didn’t know if Danny was in danger. Though the pit in him wasn’t any more riled up than it normally was. He didn’t know if Danny would throw his ass right off the roof. There wasn’t anything around here for him to grapnel onto if he was.

‘I did not know your trip into the pit made you a coward, Todd’ he could hear Damian taunt in his head.

Shaking the thought of his brother off, Jason climbed the ladder. The moment his helmet popped over the roof Danny’s eyes were fixed on him. “Go away J-Hood.”

Jason was momentarily surprised, Danny had obviously not expected him to come in costume, but corrected himself fairly flawlessly. Not outing him to the two people who were holding him protectively. Must be Sam and Tucker.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Are these your friends?” He asked, not moving any further up the ladder. Danny nodded, continuing to glare over his knees.

“Sam and Tucker. They knew me… before everything else.”

Jason nodded. Climbed up enough to get a good look. “I have a safe house nearby. Can we go there and talk?”

“Is more of your little guano group” Sam snickered at the name and Tucker gave Danny a fist bump, “going to hunt me down if I don’t?”

“No. But you’ll want to hear what I have to say.”

Danny looked between his friends for a minute, before slowly uncurling and standing, helping his friends up. “Fine.”

Once they were all on the ground they walked to the safe house, a couple blocks away. Once they were inside, Jason pulled off the helmet.

“Jason Todd. Also known as Red Hood.”

He noticed Sam give Danny a look, and he made a face back at her. Tucker rolled his eyes. “You talk to the Bat?” Danny asked, rather than confront his friend.

“Yeah. But that’s not the important part. After we talked tonight Oracle noticed something. The firewall was an automatic scoop. Anything related to your parents’….hobby got thrown into a…. Technological bucket. It’s why your messages never made it to the League.”

Danny took a step back, and Sam and Tucker automatically moved closer, supporting him. “You…. Heard the messages?”

“There was video too. Of… an attack.”

“Of course those assholes were filming it.” Sam tightened her grip on the creep stick as she spoke. Danny raised a shaking hand to his face, feeling for something. His eyes had gone unfocused.

Damn it. Jason took a step forward and Danny flinched, the air going cold. “Easy D.” Tucker soothed. “You’re in Gotham. We’re gonna go sit.” Sam and Tucker bullied Danny to the couch. Tucker sat next to him, while Sam stood in front of them protectively. When she caught Jason trying to look around her she snapped to get his attention.

“Hey, Danny needs some water. About 35 degrees if you have it that cold, cold as you have otherwise.” The snapping and hyper specific orders placed her in his memory. Samantha Manson. Daughter of the Amity Mansons. They attended a few Galas when she was younger. She was very insistent on her veganism even then.

Jason wasn’t about to argue with a woman holding a bat. If Sam was anything like his brothers, she knew how to use it even before the vigilante training.

He brought Danny water, tap with a couple of ice cubes, and passed it to Tucker, who was still talking quietly to Danny. Danny was nodding and occasionally giving a thin half smile, but was able to hold the glass on his own and sip from it.

“We need a plan.” Danny said after he finished drinking.

“Batman wants to talk to you.” Jason told him, which got Danny opening his mouth to protest.

“First,” Sam interrupted, looking at Danny then at Jason, “Tucker is going to do his checks, Danny is going to sleep, and we are going to wait.”

“I don’t need to sleep.” Danny crossed his arms, protesting.

“And Dash didn’t shove you in a locker at least once a week.” Tucker’s response was combined with an eye roll. “You look like you just went a dozen rounds with Skulker without your powers. You need pizza rolls and a nap.”

“You make me sound like I’m a kindergartener.”

“I think I have pizza rolls.” Jason interrupted the protest. “I’ll kill the lights, make the brat’s pizza rolls for you and you just lay there until they’re done.”

Danny scowled at Jason for hanging up on him but as Tucker slid off the couch onto the floor in front of him, Danny obediently laid down. As Jason pulled the bag out of the freezer and started the oven heating, he watched Danny’s breathing slow down and even out, then stop altogether.

Sam followed his gaze and took Danny’s sleeping form in quickly before peering at what Tucker was doing. Seeing that the people Danny knew the longest weren’t concerned about his lack of visible breathing, Jason settled a bit, texting the family chat.

From J: so I found Danny. But he has backup now. He managed to get in contact with his friends.

From B: Are you on your way?

From J: no. He was freaking out. Right now he’s asleep on the couch and I’m making pizza rolls.

From DB: Excuse me zombie child, those happen to be mine.

From J: Better learn to share now before you learn the hard way like Dickie, Timber and I did.

From B: Jason, please.

From J: what? It’s not a lie. He’s the fourth Robin that we know about.

From DB: I am the best. I will not be replaced.

From R: idk Dami, the new kid has black hair, blue eyes and a troubled past. He’s adoption bait. Hopefully he didn’t lie about his age and really is older than you.

From D: it’s never easy having to hand over the spandex and cape to a younger more dangerous Robin.

From DB: So you admit that I am the best.

From D: no I said you were younger and more dangerous than we were as Robin. Except for maybe Jay. He liked to bite criminals.

From J: hey! They were the idiots who put their hands near my face. I grew up hungry. You eat what you can.

From B: Before this gets more out of hand, Jason, do you know about when you will be arriving?

From J: probably going to leave here in 45 minutes to an hour. I will let you know.

Jason was going to take his time cooking those pizza rolls correctly. He wasn’t going to let them ooze out everywhere, then they would have to cool so when Danny inevitably wolfed them down he wouldn’t scorch his mouth. Allow for some wake up time…

Jason was completely, and understandably in his opinion, giving Danny as much time before the meet the family scene happened. The guy had been through enough.

[carlyraejepsans]

until recently i was a "havent even touched the game in 8 years, i barely remember the characters" type of ut fan, but i just finished it again and my brain is active again, but im really rusty. i could only think of you to ask, please feel free to ignore if youve answered before or for any reason at all. ill send them by separating, first one is this: since flowey says he "could never get past Asgore if it werent for you" does that tie to the quality of his determination, stats, or gameplay? like is he simply stuck on the "playing" part, no matter what he has equiped or his LV, is he simply unable to manage the turns? im a shitty gamer myself, i can bet sans fight would succeed to stop me from finishing a NoMercy, so is the asgore fight equivalent of that for flowey? so he never got Any "ending" at all, just went around doing what he could, until only thing left was asgore, and reseted? if so, wouldnt that make it basically canon he'd tried a NoMercy and got stumped worse with sans? please tell me your thoughts on floweys time with the power to save and reset

Hi, and welcome back to the game! I was in your exact same position a couple of years ago, so I'm super flattered you're looking at me for information.

Flowey's final kill count before the events of the game is... debatable. More under the cut because this got long.

Of course, like you said, you have lines like the ones after you deal with Asgore for him:

Howdy! It's me, FLOWEY. FLOWEY the FLOWER! I owe you a HUGE thanks. You really did a number on that old fool. Without you, I NEVER could have gotten past him. But now, with YOUR help… He's DEAD. And I'VE got the human SOULS!

There's a pretty straightforward interpretation of this line, and it's the one you brought up: Flowey tried to defeat Asgore but couldn't, and he needed us to weaken him first to achieve his goal. The phrasing doesn't leave much to be contested. However! There's another Flowey line--this time in the geno route, I don't know if you've already gotten to it in your replay--that i feel can offer a slightly different perspective.

You understand, I've done everything this world has to offer. I've read every book. I've burned every book. I've won every game. I've lost every game. I've appeased everyone. I've killed everyone. Sets of numbers… Lines of dialogue… I've seen them all.

If you go with the previous interpretation, you can read this line as Flowey being hyperbolic, or taking some poetic liberty for the sake of rhetorical parallelism. But considering his larger metanarrative role as a mirror and reflection of the completionist player experience, I think it is also completely fair to assume that Flowey HAS, in fact, killed Asgore before. Just like he's killed Sans. Just like he's killed literally everyone who can be killed in the game, either directly or indirectly (see, in our case, Alphys).

This does require a re-framing of the post Asgore fight dialogue, however. Which is... actually not as much of a stretch as you'd expect!

"but now, with your help... he's dead. and i've got the human SOULs." -> i needed your help to kill him.

"but now with your help... he's dead. and i've got the human SOULs." -> i needed your help to get the SOULs, specifically.

It's a subtle difference, but one that gets corroborated, once again, in Flowey's NEW HOME monologue in the geno route.

We don't even need to leave to get them this time. The king has six of them locked away. I've tried hundreds of ways to get him to show me them… But he just won't. I know he'll do it for YOU.

Remember how the SOUL containers are hidden under the floor in front of the Barrier until the moment you and Asgore initiate the battle? There would be no way for Flowey to know where they were stored unless Asgore chose to show them to him.

If you want my personal favorite interpretation, I think it's pretty clear that I lean towards the second option. All while not discarding the idea that Flowey is just a bit of a shit gamer as unrealistic (for all he may trap us in unavoidable attacks over and over, he does get thwarted every single time). He certainly seems more apt in plotting schemes and manipulation than sheer fighting prowess. My preference also remains because, while Flowey IS softlocked out of the ability to "finish the game" until we (the true protagonist) start playing, that is because Undertale doesn't end when we kill Asgore: it ends when we get to the Surface. THAT'S the final objective Flowey wants, and can never achieve on his own in the state of the game before it begins. Whether Asgore is alive or dead is irrelevant.

My preference also comes from Asgore and Flowey's characterizations. We know that Flowey has spent a significant amount of time stalking and resenting and mocking and enjoying Toriel's suffering in the RUINs. He is extremely good at pushing buttons and digging wounds back open. And well, Asgore himself is actively suicidal by the time we get to him, and has been for a while. Think only of the ending where Flowey doesn't kill him, so he kills himself instead. Furthermore, if you look at Undyne's reminiscing during our date in pacifist...

Once, to prove I was the strongest, I tried to fight ASGORE. Emphasis on TRIED. I couldn't land a single blow on him!

...it's clear Asgore is not only a very strong opponent, but also capable of blocking/dodging attacks. Something he doesn't do during our battle with him, in order to give us a fair fighting chance. Which is also clear suicidal ideation. Now, once again you could use this dialogue to support the opposite thesis that Flowey never managed to kill him. Asgore clearly has past experience in fending off rabid 13yos who want to beat his ass. But he is also in a very fraught mental state as is. Flowey's... well, everything--his mere existence as a concept would be enough to make him want to die. You can't tell me Flowey never drove his father to suicide during his resets (think of Asgore and Alphys' parallels), OR his mother--though I don't think he would be successful in her case (which only makes him hate Toriel more.)

But I would say both options are very good and can both be used to explore their characterization, on their own and in relation to one another.

So while I don't disagree with your comment about the Asgore fight being Flowey's personal Sans fight, I do think Flowey's Sans fight WAS also just... the sans fight lmao. Possibly with easier requirements to face it than us, if you only consider this dialogue of his after several neutral endings in a row

You know. Smiley Trashbag. Say. If I have ONE piece of advice for you... DON'T. Let his brother. Find out ANYTHING about you. He'll... well… Let's just say. He's caused me more than my fair share of resets. Stay away from that guy.

Though it's true that that could both refer to his fight and other shenanigans Sans could have pulled to cause problems on purpose for a time traveler, if he really saw them as a threat that needed dealing with.

does that tie to the quality of his determination, stats, or gameplay? like is he simply stuck on the "playing" part, no matter what he has equiped or his LV, is he simply unable to manage the turns?

I'll leave that to your discretion, actually! Like I already mentioned, it does seem to me that Flowey's specific strengths lie in his ability to manipulate and plot from the shadows, but whether he's naturally good at battles or not, I think the core of what makes him dangerous is the same thing that made us dangerous too. The fact that his mistakes, at the end of the day, do not matter. Flowey can fail and die and try again every single time he wants.

Every other character only needs to mess up once.

When the bored time bending kid with a violent complex has the wheel, it's not a matter of "if" he beats you. It's a matter of when.

Hope that made some kind of sense!

[1427]

petal plush’d

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary:

Sinnedenoderum: Floral Species - When inhaled by human beings it has psychoactive properties as well as acting on the nervous and vascular systems. Often causes a lack of inhibitions and desire or delusion of the need for sexual intercourse. In some cases will cause tumecense in individuals affected. 

Setting: Season 2, the farm. 

Warnings; dub-con (reader is willing but daryl doesn’t ask), drugging (sex pollen, without consent/forcefully), size!kink, panty sniffing, oral (m and f), unprotected piv, mentions of vomit (no one actually vomits), rough sex, swelling genitalia, poorly written SMUT, no plot just VIBES (sex pollen vibes)

Word Count: 3k

A/n: heed the tags y’all. Enter at your own risk. This is more idea/concept than good prose so; sorry if it’s written like dogshit.

18+ mdni. 

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Daryl should know better. Everyone who ever known anything up in the mountains knew you don’t smell the purple flowers. Daryl shouldn’t be wasting any time smelling any flowers. Supposed to be out hunting. But nah, had to stop and do it. After all there was a whole damn bush of ‘em. How could he not? 

Honestly, he’d probably already been influenced by the time he kneeled down and took a big inhale. The spores already creeping in and taking hold of him. As soon as he does it, he stands up straight as an arrow. A mission. A need. An ache. 

He stalks back to camp, handful of flowers and spores that he’s tracking all through the forest. This is how they spread. This is how they used the human species to populate. 

He’s over by the tents, blinking back into reality as he unzips yours. He doesn’t know it’s yours, doesn’t care. Doesn’t matter. His brain is reset - back to zero. Back to puberty and being so horny he could fucking die and he’s going to find a pair of used underwear and he’s going to put it in his fucking mouth. His ears are pounding, he’s never felt dirtier. His cock rock hard and killing him. 

Your few pairs of dirty panties are hidden in a ball in the bottom of your backpack and they are honestly disgusting. Just exactly how Daryl likes them. Worn maybe a few days, and when you were working in the sun. Sweaty and salty and tangy and delicious. His saliva bringing the taste back to life on his tongue, his eyes roll back into his head.

He’s an animal. On all fours in your half unzipped tent with a wad of soiled underwear in his mouth. Hand shooting down his pants to touch himself but it doesn’t feel like anything. 

Nah, he should know better. Knew it wouldn’t. Knew he either had to ride it out or find a girl. But now he knew he had to find whoever these belonged to. This fuckin’ taste. He needed you. 

He quickly scours the tent for a clue as to whose tent it is. Coming across some silly charm bracelet he’s seen you wear and a few notebooks he’s definitely seen you writing in. 

Daryl exits the tent with a bit more hesitancy, his heart pounding even harder. Part of his brain fighting back against what he knew this flower was about to make him do to you. 

This is how they spread. 

He comes across you alone on the far edge of the field hanging laundry on the line, almost hidden in the tall grass that edged the property, grateful that he didn’t have to face anyone else like this. His hand covers his hard dick in his pants before he calls out to you, “Hey!” 

You jump, not realizing anyone had been out here with you, wondering how long he’d been standing there. You give him a once over and realize something’s wrong, he’s out of breath and looks like he’s in pain. “Hey!” You call back, continuing to hang clothes, “What’s going on?” 

You put your hand up to shield the sun as you make eye contact with him. He’s standing there with his hand over his mouth, slumped shoulders, other hand loosely over his crotch - before he starts walking toward you. Feet scraping against the grass as he stalks over. 

“Gonna need yer help w’somethin’.” He shouts, finally getting close enough to speak at a normal volume; to see him without squinting your eyes in the sun. 

He’s flushed, his heart racing. You can tell just by looking at him that whatever he needed help with, you didn’t want to be involved. You assumed it was something like hard labor. Or walking far somewhere. And you were enjoying the mendacity of hanging the laundry on the line. It was serene. "I'm kinda busy, can't someone else help you?"

"Naw, s'gotta be you." He replies quickly, his voice almost dancing up your neck. His moves are deliberate as he positions himself behind you, one hand grazing the skin on your shoulder before pulling it right across your body. Crossed across your chest, he whispers even deeper into your ear, "These're yers, righ'?" He asks gruffly while pulling his arm up and into a light chokehold, elbow crooked around your neck, his whole body pressed into you. Your eyes shoot wide while he holds up a pair of your used panties with an extended arm directly in your line of sight. The light stain clear as day, you're more mortified than confused. His grip gets tighter, "They are, ain't they?" his heavy breaths moving your hair as he speaks into your ear. 

You nod, cautiously, curiously. "Mmhmm" 

As he pulls the panties close to your face you see the soft purple colors of a flower - and then you smell it. On top of your own scent there is a light delicate unmistakeable floral smell. Daryl’s holding the flower inside the panties, shoving them both forcefully in your face. “Don’ be shy, com’awn.” He grunts, without taking his arm from your neck he removes the flower to put the panties back up to his own face. He maneuvers you slightly in his grip and shoves the flower back into your nose. Both of you taking deep breaths in. You don’t have time to wonder what the hell is going on before it hits you. Daryl’s inside his head screaming at himself, but he can’t stop. He doesn’t know he wouldn’t have to use some flower to get with you. Or that you’d probably have done this willingly. 

You don’t have time to think about it. You don’t care. 

You’re overtaken. Set to zero. This insatiable need; you look over at him, gnawing at the light stain right in the center, and it fills you with desire. He tears himself away to see if it had worked yet. Your dilated pupils in the midday sun were an instant give-away. He pulls you fifteen feet towards the tall grass and shoves you backwards, you land on your ass and your elbows but even that pressure and shock vibrates through your body like a dull orgasm. 

Your heads swimming, you’re fucking drowning in it. Daryl’s between your legs and pulling your panties off of you as fast as all of this seemingly has happened, his tongue covered in saliva like he’s fucking drooling for it. He needs you, now. To taste that fuckin’ juice right from the tap. He dives into you nose first, parting your lips harshly for his rough tongue, he’s not trying to please you. He’s trying to eat you alive. He’s never been hungrier. 

There’s a thought prickling in your subconscious; you know the flower is what did this to both of you. Looking down your body, his tongue on your cunt is starting to become way too sensitive, you realize your pussy is swelling. Engorged, puffy, and honestly adorable. Daryl seems to like it, licking along the glossy wet skin more slowly. Taking your swollen lips in his mouth and swirling his tongue all around them. The sensation vibrating inside of you only reminding you of how hollow you feel. “Daryl-!” You choke out, he grunts into you in response. 

“Put that fat cock down my throat already.” Your eyes go wide at your own words, you can’t imagine ever saying that; and yet it slips right out of your mouth like you’d never been more confident in your whole life. It is what you wanted. But…damn. It was like every dirty thing your subconscious ever wanted was pushing it’s way through and to the surface. It’s on your skin, it’s in your thoughts, it’s bursting out of your fuckin’ soul. 

When Daryl hears your words it sparks something inside him too. Reignites a desire long lost to actual experience. Something he’d always wanted to try but never could. He was going to fuck your face until you threw up all over his cock. He smiles, kissing up your leg, “Ya wanna choke on it, huh?” 

Your eyes roll back as you feel him move from between your legs, shuffling through the tall grass to kneel beside you. Daryl gazes down at your body, your skin sunkissed and flushing and perfect, everything seemed brighter. Like you were fuckin sparklin’ in the sunshine. He’s not expecting his cock to be just as swollen as your pussy was, but jesus christ. It almost makes him lose his balance, he’s never seen himself look so big. It turns him on that much more. He can’t take it, your mouth just inches away and drooling for it. 

Your cheeks immediately burn at the entrance of his engorged member. Spit rocketing out the sides of your mouth around him as your breath quickens. He pushes himself deeper into you. poking at the back of your throat and you gag. He doesn’t care, you don’t care. He drives himself in and out of your mouth with no abandon, like he’d never been able to do before. Always too scared, too ashamed, too embarrassed. Never able to take the back of the girls head and just force her down on him. Exactly everything he’s doing to you now. And you love it. Your eyes sting with tears, and you’re gagging and spitting up thick strings of saliva and mucus, and you can hardly breathe. Daryl’s looking down at you, thinking to himself that he’s never seen someone look more fuckin’ beautiful. “Takin’ ma cock like such a good slut, hm?” 

You look up at him, mouth stuffed full. As he speaks your eyes flutter closed, nothing's ever sounded hotter. It seeps into you and shakes your core. Daryl pulls his hips back, hands in your hair and pumps long purposeful strokes into the back of your throat while he continues praising you, “So. Fuckin’. Good. Fer me.” Each grunt another rough assault on your mouth.

Your jaw was starting to seize up, your cheeks completely abused. Your tears turning to real ones, whines at the back of your throat. Snot bubbling out of your nose as you try to breathe. 

Daryl doesn’t notice but he stops anyway, pulling himself out of your mouth, his cock bouncing proudly as he makes his way between your legs again. 

He’d looked down and over you, taken one look at that puffy pussy, jiggling in the sunlight, and the flower took him over. No thoughts left in his head; no more perverse diversions, just the need to empty inside of you. To fill you full. 

You close your eyes and wait as you feel him push through your folds, kissing the head of his cock with your sensitive clit a few times before dipping himself inside of you. His swollen head pushing your walls apart is an agonizingly delicious burn. Slowly inching himself inside, he can’t fucking breathe you’re so fucking tight. 

Every part of you pulsates with extra blood, so sensitive and juicy and perfect. As he starts to pull out, you can feel your pussy being pulled back with it. The size and girth of him creating a suction inside of you, it pulls him back in. Daryl groans deeply at the feeling and begins to reposition himself 

Grabbing your legs and pushing your knees up toward your head, your hips angled directly to the sky as he plunges long deep strokes into you. Your pussy pulling up with his cock every time he pulls out. You can see him pulling and pushing with every thrust, your lips coming to meet his shaft and swallowing him again. 

“Fuckin’ made for ma’ cock, huh?” He takes one hand off the back of your thigh and holds himself at the base, rubbing himself back and forth through your folds harshly. Watching the plump skin jiggle around his cock. He’s never seen anything like it, so full and perfect and so fucking hot. He almost gets lost in it, fucking up and into your tumescent lips, but you want him inside again. You’d never felt so full in your life. 

You buck your hips up into him and he gets the message, burying himself inside of you slowly and to the hilt. He pulls himself out of you again, even slower. Both of you just feeling as every vein and bulge is suctioned tight to your walls as he moves. 

You both seem to drone into this feeling. Him slowly sliding in and out of you, both of you watching as your pussy contracts around him - until you start moving to meet his hips, wanting him even deeper. 

Daryl sits up and repositions you both again, his thick calloused digits moving over your skin so gently in comparison to this whole experience.  Pushing your legs, and repositioning your hips so that you’re face down in front of him. Can’t fuckin’ wait to feel that grip from behind. He knows he’s done for the second you arch your back and push yourself back into him. He’d hardly got the tip in before you were bottoming yourself out ontop of him. As you slowly pull yourself off he watches your asshole puff out, his cock head pushing it out from the inside. Fuck, he can’t even move. Just letting you ride him from underneath, watching your asshole push out and around his cock from inside your fucking body. Holy fuckin’ goddamn shit. 

You milk his cock with your pussy until you can feel him swelling even more. You slow down to give him back control, to let him use you however he wants. Daryl takes one hand on each hip and pushes you flush with the ground. His thumbs spreading you apart so he can watch his cock drive into you as he finishes. He’s doesn’t know it yet but he’s going to think about how good your cunt swallowed him every time he cums for years - it’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever had in his life. 

Pulling your hips back against him with such force his fingernails dig into your skin, your gasping out screams as he fucks into you so deeply you forget how to breathe. You can feel every single twitch of his cock as it pulsates his load inside of you.

But you were still aching. He slumps over ontop of you, his sweat kissed forehead dropping to your shoulder, as if reading your mind he asks you sweetly, “What do you need?” 

“Suck on my tits.” You rasp out, not needing even a moment to think about it. Your nipples had been screaming for attention this whole time. He grunts a smile into the skin of your shoulder before flipping you over on your back again. Moving out from between your legs he kneels on the ground beside your sprawled out body. He moves his hand swiftly over the top of your dress and yanks it down, your nipples just as puffy and swollen as your pussy. Even though the effects of the flower are wearing off Daryl can’t help but salivate again at the sight. He dips his head down to your chest, licking into your nipple, pushing it around inside his mouth. You lose it. The tight tension in your belly unraveling and twisting itself into every part of you. Your hand shoots down between your legs to play with your clit but Daryl pulls it away and replaces it with his own. 

His warm rough fingers circle your sensitive bundle of nerves so gently, you’re dissolving against his touch. Climbing inside and up the steep hill to the top of your orgasm. His lips still tightly sucking on your breast, one hand between your legs, and the other pulling on your other nipple harshly. Your body feels so ruined, so pulled and prodded apart, destroyed against the force of the flower through the arms of a man. It cascades through your cunt like you’re expecting, but you’ve never felt an orgasm that tore through the nerves in your nipples as well. Like every place he’s attached to you explodes all at once. Screaming into the open air while it rips through your body. Pussy to fingertips to toes and back again, a shaking mess underneath of him. 

Daryl didn’t have time to feel the post-nut shame, not with you to take care of. But you feel it. The prickly grass on your skin like small reminders of the dirty things you’d said, you’d done with him. The way he’d seen your body, the way it reacted to him. 

His voice cuts through, as he’s putting himself away and back into his pants, “Shit, sorry I made ya do all that. It’s the damn flower…” he doesn’t even know how to explain, how to begin to apologize for what he’d just done to you. How he’d violated you. 

“No,” you scramble, blushing, “I liked it. I mean-“ you cough, standing up and dusting yourself off, “I know the flower made me really like it. But, I would have… liked it anyway.” 

Daryl observes you getting awkward and stumbling over your words, it makes him feel less like a super fucking predator. He takes a few big strides to stand close to you again, leaning down and kissing your forehead. He touches his thumb to your lips, “Cuz yer fuckin’ made fer me.” He means it. Your scent, the way you fit around him, the way you took his cock so perfectly. Fuckin’ made for him. 

“Don’chya got somethin’ yer s’possed ta be doin’, girlie?” He tugs on some of your hair before slapping your ass and making his way back to the tents. Leaving you to gather yourself and finishing hanging clothes. Going back to tell everyone the bad news that he didn’t hunt anything today. ‘Cept a pretty girl and her womb.

He left that part out. And no one believed him about the flower when he tried to warn them it was in the woods close by. Just an old Appalachian wives tale. Sure. 

a/n: had this idea swimming for a few days, had a few parts written. Blasted it out in a few hours and I didn’t really proofread it but I feel like this is NO PLOT JUST VIBES.

[whoo0isthatgrl]

“You, Offline”

# 1. unassigned assigned seats

TAGS: can give slight secondhand embarrassment, lol.

prologue. next. masterlist.

You were prepared this time.

You got to the library early, coffee in hand, and claimed your usual spot—third table from the left, window seat, prime studying real estate. Your laptop, notebooks, and highlighters were arranged with the precision of someone marking their territory. If Law wanted to steal your table again, he’d have to find another victim.

Twenty minutes later, you heard footsteps. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

He stopped in front of the table, his gaze flicking to the empty seat across from you. The air between you was thick with unspoken annoyance—you could feel it settling in like a silent challenge.

Slowly, deliberately, you reached for your phone and opened Twitter. Typing and hitting send without so much as glancing up. A few seconds later, the chair scraped against the floor. He was sitting down. Of course he was.

You bit back a smile, keeping your eyes on your phone. Doom scrolling the explorer page instead of focusing on your laptops screen where your essay remained unfinished before the notification popped up.

1 like.

You blinked, looking again at the notification. Normally you wouldn’t pay attention to who’s liking or commenting, but the account that liked your newly posted tweet….. its name and user, was too specific to ignore.

not law (@trflgr.lw) had liked your tweet.

Your head snapped up, but he was already flipping through his textbook, completely unaffected. As if he hadn’t just exposed himself as someone who had not only seen your tweet but had been lurking long enough to engage with it. Meanwhile, a small storm brews in your mind. Maybe you’re reading into this too much. Either way you couldn’t help the small sense of embarrassment creeping in your stomach.

Shaking the thought away, you turn back to your screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard before typing out a new tweet

There. Safer. No direct confrontation this time.

You let out a quiet sigh and try to refocus on your notes. But you can’t help it. Your mind drifted back to the small ‘ping’ sound coming from the notification on your phone. You glance at it again.

1 like.

Another one. From him.

Your breath catches slightly, and you quickly tap the notification away before it can distract you further. A few minutes pass. You steal another glance at him—just for a second. But this time, he’s not looking at his book. He’s looking at you. It’s brief, but enough to make your heartbeat pick up. You quickly turn back to your notes, suddenly hyper-aware of every movement. You reach for your coffee, trying to shake the feeling, when his voice cuts through the quiet. Low. Even. Not unfriendly.

“Do you always tweet in the middle of studying?”

You stiffen slightly. Is he teasing? Or is he actually curious? You glance up at him, trying to act casual.

“I mean… yeah. Kinda. Helps me reset my brain or something.” You shrug, tapping your pen against the table. “Or maybe it’s just procrastination. Either way, it works. Sometimes.”

Law doesn’t respond right away, and for a second, you swear you can feel his gaze lingering. Then, in his usual flat tone, he simply says, “Huh. Interesting.”

It’s not much. But it’s something.

[badkitty3000]

Physical Fitness

Five has been distant lately, but you discover all he needs is a good workout to get his mind back on you again

Words: 2800

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, masturbation

☂️Requests open!☂️

Link to my Number Five Fanfiction Master List

Five doesn’t always give you his utmost attention when he gets home. Some days he’s bursting through the door, pissed off about one thing or another, already in mid-sentence while he rants about the lack of brain cells in whoever was annoying him that day. So, you listen quietly, with an amused expression that you try and hide from him until he calms down enough for you to speak. Usually, all it takes is a soft kiss, a scratch down his back with your nails, and maybe even a stiff drink and he’s back to being putty in your hands.

You don’t care if he stomps around the kitchen, slamming cupboard doors and rattling the glasses inside. Or if he’s so worked up, he can’t sit still and he paces back and forth in the living room while muttering various curse words under his breath. You don’t mind because his anger is never aimed at you, and you are also the only one who can dare to try and calm him down without fear of bodily harm.

No, those things don’t bother you. What does bother you is when he outright ignores you. Those times when he hurries through the door, waves a hasty hello without even glancing up, and shuts himself away in his office. When you try and go to him, knocking hesitantly on the door and cracking it open, he’ll look up momentarily from whatever he’s doing, give you a brief smile, and he’s back at it again. On those days, you’ve learned to just let him be. But it still doesn’t make you any less irritated.

He knows it pisses you off. So, later, when you’ve gone to bed before him and you’re feigning sleep, he’ll slip in behind you and pull you close. He’ll whisper how much he loves you and place kisses along your shoulder and neck until you can’t take it anymore and you’re pushing back against him, having forgotten what you were mad about in the first place.

Those days used to be few and far between, but lately, it’s become a habit. Every day these past two weeks, it’s been one quick peck on the cheek or brief hug, before he’s back at his “research” and ignoring you behind closed doors. You’ve tried talking to him, and he says he’ll make an effort but so far you haven’t seen anything change. You know you have a solid relationship and he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, but you’re not sure why he’s acting like this. Probably just because he’s an oblivious man wrapped up in his own world, but still, it’s making you worry.

When you are stressed, you usually throw yourself into some kind of physical activity. For a while it was kickboxing, and then it was tennis. Lately, it’s been yoga. It seems to work well for relaxing your mind while also getting a bit of a workout. Tonight you think about going to the studio that you usually frequent, but decide you’re too lazy and you’ll just do your own routine at home.

Five is still not home, but you aren’t going to wait for him. Not like it would matter anyway. You change into your sports bra and black leggings, pull your hair back in a ponytail, and fill up your water bottle. Once you are set up in the living room, with the lights dimmed and relaxing music playing, you begin with a few stretches and then move into some more advanced poses.

Your workout is an hour long and about 30 minutes in you have a nice sheen of sweat covering your body and you’re feeling good. The next half is more about cooling down and resetting your mind. As you are getting into position for the next pose, you hear Five open and close the door to the house, and his footsteps walking towards the room you’re in. You don’t stop what you’re doing. Your time is valuable too, and if he can’t be bothered to stop what he’s doing lately, then why should you?

You sense Five walk into the room just as you are bending over in downward facing dog, your hands on the floor in front of you and your ass in the air. You can’t see his face, but when you look through your legs, you can see that he has stopped in the doorway. Then you watch as his polished black dress shoes cross over one another and he leans into the door frame. When you stand up and look over your shoulder you see him casually watching you with a wolfish grin.

“Please, don’t let me stop you,” he says, gesturing with his hand for you to continue. His shirt sleeves are uncuffed and rolled up his forearms as he crosses his arms over his chest in an air of superiority.

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. “Is this what I have to do to get your attention these days? Bend over in tight pants?”

“It doesn’t hurt.”

You huff, turning away from him. “Well, I’m going to finish my workout, so either sit there quietly or go back to your office.”

“Alright, I will,” you hear him say as you get back to your routine.

Assuming he was talking about the latter of your two suggestions, you’re caught off guard when you see him cross over and sit down in one of the armchairs facing you.

“What are you doing?”

He shrugs with a smirk. “Sitting here quietly.”

Not really wanting to indulge him in whatever he’s up to, you turn away again with a loud sigh and move into another pose. There’s a few more minutes of balancing with your butt on display in Five’s direction, but he doesn’t say anything. Then you move onto the ground on your stomach, pushing the top half of your body up with your arms and looking towards the ceiling.

“So, what’s that one called?”

You sigh again. “Cobra. I thought you were supposed to be quiet.”

When you turn around again, your mouth opens in a partial gape as you watch Five in his chair. He is sitting with his legs splayed and his hand on the very prominent bulge in his crotch, eyeing you up like a hungry predator.

“I got your cobra right here, honey,” he says with a smile, and you can see he’s trying not to laugh at his stupid innuendo.

You try to hold in your own giggle but you can’t and you shake your head. “You’re disgusting.”

With another smart-ass grin, he pulls his tie off, discarding it on the floor. “No. Whipping out my dick and jerking off while watching you would be disgusting.”

Before you can make a comment, he starts doing exactly that; unbuckling his belt and unzipping the fly to his pants. He pushes them down far enough to expose his fully hard cock and he gives it a long stroke with his hand, all while keeping his eyes on you.

You should be disgusted. Or annoyed, at the very least. But, fuck, he looks hot sitting there with his sleeves rolled up and his hair flopping onto his forehead; thick cock in his hand. Your breath speeds up just a little and you swallow the pool of saliva that has collected in your mouth.

You clear your throat and flip your ponytail over your shoulder with a sly grin. “Well…you do what you want, I guess. I’m going to finish this workout.”

As you turn away, you decide you’re going to give him as good of a show as you can come up with. You get down on the ground in child’s pose, making sure to spread your knees out wide and push your ass back towards your heels while you splay your arms out in front of you in supplication. You can’t see him, but the thought of what he is doing while watching you is getting you wet and creating a damp spot in the crotch of your pants.

You are slow and deliberate with your movements, and you are back on your hands and knees, only this time you turn to face him. His breathing is louder as he shamelessly works his fist over his cock, running his thumb over the head and jerking his hips up. You can hear the wet slapping noises as his fingers spread the continuous flow of pre-cum over his shaft and he picks up the pace. One side of his mouth turns up as you look at him but he doesn’t slow his movements.

“Fuck, baby, keep going,” he breathes out.

With a breathy laugh you get back to it, pushing your ass up and arching your neck back in a cow pose. It gives him a nice view of your tits in your skimpy sports bra and you hear him let out a quiet grunt while he vigorously pleasures himself. When you flip around and push your hips towards the sky, legs spread wide in a bridge pose, you hear him moan softly.

Turning back over and staying on your hands and knees, you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes and start to crawl slowly towards him. His breath hitches in his throat when you stop between his legs, wetting your plump pink lips with your tongue and gazing up through a fan of dark lashes. Five lets out a long groan when you reach up and place your hand around his, guiding him as he slowly pumps his cock up and down.

“Do you want to fuck me, Daddy?” you ask as sweetly and innocently as possible.

Five lets out a growl through gritted teeth as he thrusts his hips up into the tight fist around his dick.

“Yes. Fuck, yes, I want to fuck you.”

You lean forward and run the flat of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, keeping your eyes on him until he closes his and leans his head back with a whine.

When you pull back, taking your hand with you, he looks back down at you with a deep crease between his dark brows as you start tracing one finger over the top of his thigh and sticking out your bottom lip.

“Five, I want nothing more than to feel your big, thick cock inside of me right now, but here’s the thing. Unless you get that gorgeous, brilliant head out of your ass and start making an effort to acknowledge me around here, I’m afraid that cobra of yours is going to get mighty lonely. Understand?”

Five lets out a disbelieving laugh. “You can’t be serious.”

You pout some more and then back away, shaking your head. “Sorry, baby. I’m very serious.”

Before you let him respond, your back is turned to him again and you’re bending over in an upside-down V shape while running a hand slowly over one ass cheek and down the back of your thigh.

“Fuck…” you hear him moan under his breath and you know you’ve got him. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice sounding just a tad on the pitiful side. “I will make an effort to pay attention to you more.”

You look at him through your legs again, watching him pout with his dick in his hand, and you smile. “No more slinking into your office the minute you get home and ignoring me?”

“No, I promise. No more.”

You love that he’s practically begging you now, desperate and panting as you tease him with your tight, round ass in front of his face. You press back a little more to accentuate it.

“Alright then, as long as you promise. Now, what was it that you wanted to do to me?”

In a literal flash, Five is behind you, pants falling to the ground and his hands on your hips, tugging you backward. You shriek as he slams his pelvis into your backside, his solid cock pushing between your clothed legs. He yanks you back up to standing with a hand wrapped around your ponytail, his breath hot on your neck as his low and deadly voice buzzes over your skin.

“On your hands and knees. Daddy’s going to fuck you now.”

With a pathetic moan that is partly due to the fact that you can’t help yourself when it comes to his demands, you drop to the floor on your hands and knees. He’s behind you again, tugging at the waistband of your pants and pulling them down your thighs. When you feel his fingers slip in between your legs, your body instinctively reacts by pressing backward onto his hand.

“Five…” you whine, your head hanging down as he pushes his fingers inside you. “Please…”

“What’s wrong sweetheart? I thought you wanted more attention from me.”

You thrust your hips back and forth, fucking his fingers while you moan and gasp like some kind of feral creature. When he pulls his hand away, you feel his wet fingers on your back as he pushes your torso towards the ground. He’s teasing you with his cock, rubbing his leaking head against your clit and through your folds until you can’t stand it anymore.

“Five!” you cry, your face pushed against the floor.

“Let me hear you, darling. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me! Please!”

Five doesn’t hesitate for a second, slipping inside of you, pushing all of the way in until his hips are flush with your ass. He grips your waist tightly, holding you there while you squirm against him.

“Fuuuck…” he groans. “You know exactly how Daddy likes it.”

After a strong slap to your ass, Five starts fucking you hard and deep, driving into you with enough force that your body is propelled forward and you know you’re going to have rug burn on your arms and knees. But it doesn’t matter, because everything he is doing is exactly right. Each time he pounds into you, and you feel his thick cock filling you up, you cry out from how good it feels. Your pussy is soaking wet and throbbing with each thrust and you’re not sure how much more you can take.

He's breathing loud and hard behind you, a loud grunt accompanying each snap of his hips, hands firmly clutching your body; holding you steady while he pumps inside of you.

“Oh shit, you’re such a good girl for me, sweetheart. I want to feel you come on my cock,” he rasps.

With one expert move of his hand around the front of you, his fingers finding your clit and pressing into it hard, you yell out.

“Oh, god, Five! Yesss….oh fffuckk…I…I…oh shh…”

Your orgasm hits you hard and your fingers claw into the carpet beneath you, your knuckles white, and your body spasming uncontrollably against his. You continue moaning his name while he pounds into you a few more times before swearing loudly and exploding inside of you. You both stay like that, the muscles in your bodies tight and locked into position as your cries and whines soften and then subside. Soon, there is nothing but the ragged sound of your heavy breathing, and you feel him start to soften and pull out.

You both collapse onto the floor on your backs, chests heaving and shiny with sweat. When you look over at Five, you smile and then start laughing breathily.

“What’s so funny?” he smirks, turning his head to the side to look at you while he reaches down to pull up his pants.

You begin to pull up your own as you grin back at him. “You. If I had known all I needed to do to get your attention was stick my ass in your face, I would have done that weeks ago.”

Five chuckles and moves over next to you, propping his head up with one hand. He pushes a damp piece of hair off your face. “It definitely doesn’t hurt for you to do that, and I will always pay attention when that luscious ass is in my face. But I should have listened to you before. I’m sorry if you’ve felt ignored.”

“I just like spending time with you. I don’t mind you going off and doing whatever it is you do in there, but maybe sometimes include me too? You don’t have to shut me out of everything.”

He nods. “You’re right. And like I said, I promise I will stop from here on out.”

He leans down and kisses you while you run a hand through his soft hair. “I’m not sure why or how I love you as much as I do,” you sigh.

“Me either. But, god, am I glad you do.”

[zoobus]

Otome Isekai Roundup

With the new year, I feel the need to make some kind of year-in-review list. So even though I've largely stopped reading comics (the desire to read ebbs and flows every six month), here are the otoisekai that stuck out to me the most in 2024

Crimson Lady/Resetting Lady

What can I even say about the GOAT? As we crawl towards a conclusion, the despair only grows. Death is the only answer, death must be avoided at all costs.

The Villainess Who is No Better than an Extra Cross-dresses to Be a Love Interest

I never talked about this one, namely because I'm not sure how to describe it without focusing on its wokeness. But it is woke. It's bizarrely, strangely woke, as well as genuinely enjoyable, but I keep getting fixated on all the genre-unusual progressiveness, like

BELIEVABLE female crossdressing in a shojo manga

her older brother is fat, a good person, and nobody ever comments on his weight (this point is the most shocking to me honestly)

Older brother is loudly supportive of his gnc sister and male cousin

Unclear if MC is gay, transmasc, or just doing this out of survival, but it says something that becoming a love interest was her *first* response

Boy the MC bewitched in girl form as a child is thrown off by her handsome appearance as an adult, yet awkwardly asks if she wants help breaking her engagement with a man

I forgot, originally he was the stock "sexist love interest who dials it back for his one true love" type, but this one shatters the mold not by making her the one girl he isn't mean to, but instead having him step back from his feelings and step UP as a genuine, actual, fr ally and continuing their friendship. Insane upgrade.

And it all feels pretty organic! They'll hint at complicated feelings from the people around her without grandstanding or molding medieval-y types into 21st century values

Like I can't emphasize enough how weird it is to see a child drawn like this and they're not evil

Behind Her Highness's Smile

I never talked about this one for the opposite reasons of the above. Um. Extremely horny ethicsplay* thriller about a mentally-challenged princess forced to marry a duke (who, in turn, was forced to marry a mentally-challenged princess). What if you were the abused sexy sensual prisoner princess forcibly married to a smoldering tall dark-haired duke AND you had brain damage.

Let me say that I enjoy this story sincerely and that her issues are not played lightly, but it is absolutely going for eroticism. Like oh nooo, you're not mentally competent enough to consent 😉😉 the duke could do whatever he wants and you're too dumb and doll-like to do anything about it😉😉😉 also your maids roofied you😉did I mention your sick bastard brother-king made you like this? And that he takes immense pleasure in that fact?🤫

But I know what you're thinking. Because I was thinking it. For chapters and chapters. "Surely this is a ruse. They didn't actually write a mentally handicapped female lead, not when it's already so horny. This is just to add to the fucked up atmosphere that feeds into everything because there's no fucking way anyone would keep to this premise. Wow she's really committing to the bit lol, not giving an inch. If I were gullible, I would believe they're actually going to fuck. Wait. Was that guy supposed to represent the writer talking to the reader? Hey?"

Did they? Read to find out :)

*I've always hated describing stories as problematic (positive). Ethicsplay, like the story is fucked up. They know it's fucked up, YOU know it's fucked up, and that's why you're here reading it.

A Splendid Revenge Story of a Super-Dreadnought Cheat Villainess

I don't have a lot to say about this one other ​than it's a refreshing revenge-centric OI. It's not treading new ground, but it executes the genre's tropes well. The villains are exaggerated caricatures of hubris, brazen leeches who've forgotten whose blood they've been surviving on, each with their own distinctive brand of arrogance introduced at a measured pace to keep the true hero's OPness from getting boring, all with a unique stylistic flair.

Princess revenge stories are frequently derailed by dull romance or the desire to reinvent capitalism, so the fact that Super-Dreadnought commits itself to smiting Lunaria's enemies without straying from the path makes it a high recommend.

Turning the Mad Dog into a Genteel Lord

I realized I don't have enough screenshots to prove my controversial opinion (that this is less puppy dog bf fantasy and more crypto-age reggressor/caretaker right up until they knew it would mess with the overall light and goofy tone), and I can't say those kinds of things without proof. so. I'll save that for another day.

Anyway. Plot: Priestess Diarin, who is so hot I have more screenshots of her than any of the men, has to tame an abused beast-like 6'8 shredded ex-child soldier into a noble. She's the only one who can change him, she's the only one he can be vulnerable with. Middling plot, heavy slapstick/reaction face-based humor, but everyone is sexy and there are mild to moderate sadist-on-the-art-team impies, so. Recommend.

On an unrelated note can tappytoons please stop picking up manwha with good art? Their translation choices make me unreasonably mad.

If they draw shoes like this, please let Lezhin handle it? I can't take the comma stutters and obvious tone neutering.

[mak-be-ghouled]

silly little phantom/swiss moment based on my post about how when phantom cracks his knuckles/joints quintessence is released and he lights up like a glow stick and the lovely @tinyluvs tags on said post

It’s the middle of the night and Phantom has found himself, once again, passed out on his bedroom floor, galaxy projector still diffusing soft colors all around him.

Phantom considers just staying where he is and hoping sleep takes him back, but now that he’s present enough to feel the floor under his body, he realizes how much every inch of him is just aching.

He stomach also- unhelpfully- reminds him that Yes, he did in fact miss dinner, opting to escape to his bedroom before the chaos of chattering and clanking plates filled every part of his brain and then some.

He’s not even sure why everything just felt so much today- or yesterday he supposes- but it did and he just needed to escape a bit before he lashed out for no reason or freaked out over something silly.

But, despite his utter lack of energy to get up and do anything, let alone make a meal- or finding something that will at least suffice- he drags himself off of the floor of his room.

Apparently, his body is at least attempting to riot the change in position because as he begins standing he has to steady himself against the wall, lest he pass out and find himself in the same situation he had just minutes ago.

Once his vision decides to clear up enough that he can straighten his back fully, several little pops can be heard along with swirls of quintessence. Straightening his knees is paired with their own cracks of quintessence, as he basically resets his entire body, he swears just about every joint in his body needs to crack before he’ll ever make it to the kitchen.

Phantom looks down at his hands, he can’t help but smile to himself as he remembers Cirrus’ comment the other day about looking like a glowstick when the quintessence settled in his joints like this.

Heading to the ghoul kitchen, Phantom hears someone else banging around in there and finds Swiss elbow deep in a bag of chips, presumably treating his ever persistent munchies if the smell of weed is anything to go by.

As Phantom opens the pantry, in search of, really anything that will stop his stomach from yelling at him, Swiss lets out a muffled shout, stumbling backwards before catching himself on the kitchen island.

Phantom jumps a bit himself, suddenly startled by Swiss’ reaction but begins laughing under his breath when he realizes why.

This isn’t the first time Phantom has scared Swiss like this and certainly will not be the last.

“Your body is so fuckin weird bug”

Swiss manages out through disbelieving laughter, no matter how many times he whitnesses this quirk of Phantom’s, it’ll always catch him a bit off guard, and in all honestly his blunt from half an hour ago probably isn’t helping.

“Oh really? I had no idea” Phantom replies through his own fit of giggles.

“Oh Yeahhhh” Swiss teases, closing the space between the two, crowding Phantom back into the counter behind him. Swiss begins nuzzling into Phantom’s neck as he lifts him into the counter.

Phantom’s giggles never cease as he starts pawing at Swiss’ arms, no actual intent on stopping him anytime soon.

Yeah, snacks can wait for a bit, Swiss will probably even offer to make him whatever he wants later

Phantom decides when Swiss finally pulls away only for Phantom to pull him back into a deep kiss of his own.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Hiii, it's Delta anon!! I'm back!! :D

I come bearing two new headcanons!! They tie into each other ofc lol. But first, I raise you a question - do you think Delta gets phanom pain?

(Before I continue, let me say this. I do not experience phantom pain and have never even gotten close to losing a limb. I am simply basing this stuff off of what I know mostly from YouTube videos when my brain decided to hyperfixate on it.)

Phantom pain is typically defined by having pain in a missing or amputated limb. Obviously Delta still has his spinal cord - but at one point, they literally got cut in half. So on a technicality, they did lose that limb. They regained it after the reset, but the damage was done - that pain and fear never left.

Obviously, this can impact them in dozens of ways in any area of their lives. During fights, I imagine that any time Delta fought somebody - especially Killer, in the early days - he would instinctively go to protect his spinal cord. Not his neck or head, anything that could stop quickly kill him. His spine.

Naturally, they would have to unlearn this - or at least learn to use one hand to protect his neck, and the other to protect his spine. The first couple times this happened, Beta probably questioned it. Delta probably gave him a bullshit answer to avoid talking about the trauma. Eventually, they grew used to it enough that they didn't bother questioning it. Delta was very glad for that.

They were able to hide the flashbacks and nightmares for quite a while. But once Color came around, it got harder and harder to do that. Seeing the swirling colors around Color's own wound was a constant, everyday reminder of not only the pain his friend had suffered, but of the pain he himself suffered - the people he failed to save.

And maybe during one of their more painful nightmares, he wakes up in extreme pain, and momentarily believes the nightmare was real. That he was cut in half again, bleeding out, just waiting to die. Which will obviously lead to total panic and derealization.

I can see it getting bad enough that even after Epic and Color come in to calm them down, that Delta may need to be hospitalized. Even if it isn't real, it still feels real - and who's to say what reality is at this moment? It could all be a lie, just another nightmare. Was everything that they remember and are living through now a lie? Just a vision of what could have been? What if they really were dying all over again?

Yeah, with the phantom pain and derealization spell (not even to mention the fact that they truly think their nightmare is reality), they're going to a hospital.

I'd imagine Epic and Color are very confused the first time they witnessed this. And naturally, this concerns them as well - it was so rare for them to see Delta genuinely panic and freak the fuck out, especially if it was due to past trauma. They almost always hid it a bit too well. But now, these two get a front row seat to watching them become distrusting and paranoid, completely confused on what was reality and what wasn't.

I also think it would be a major insecurity for them. Any other scar on their body is fine to be shown off, as they're often seen as proof of what they've survived. All but the scar on their spine, which serves as a lifelong reminder of the people they failed to save and the shame and vulnerability it brings with it. They would probably hide it at all extents.

They might even wake up some days in extreme pain, confused, questioning if someone hurt them in their sleep or if something happened. Unsure if the people around them can be trusted if they wake up in pain.

I also feel like Zorox would be able to help with this. I honestly don't know much about therapy dogs (or Zorox, aside from what Os says), but I think the pup could be trained to help with the phantom pain. Bringing ice packs, medicine, maybe even a walking device if Delta can't do it on his own.

Delta would still probably try to push through the pain, afraid of what will happen if someone sees them in this "weak" state (bc that's probably what he thinks will happen, that someone will take advantage of his weakness and strike, even if he's around trusted and beloved friends). So they try to go without medicines or aids, not only to protect themselves but to not worry their friends.

Obviously, Zorox doesn't let him get away with that at all. To my knowledge, service animals are trained to stop their owner before any kind of medical episode/issue happens and make them take time to take care of themselves. So if Zorox sees or feels that Delta's pushing through fixable pain solely because of pride or fear, he will make them sit back down and bring them the necessary items to help them feel better. And if it gets really bad, he night run to go alert Color or Epic that they need help.

But maybe the phantom pain also arises during battle or when they're trying to hunt down someone who committed a crime. Which brings me to my next headcanon!

We all know Beta is a very smart kid, and he's especially intuitive/conscious of exactly where they are at all times (unless they're dissocating). His instincts are like no other - even if he can't see the threat, he knows exactly when they're in danger and which direction it's coming from.

So what if their instincts come in the form of phantom pain?

Obviously when Beta tells Delta/Sans something, they listen. But once Beta starts to panic, they feel their core tighten, the scar on their spine start burning - and the more they ignore it, the worse it gets.

The minute they feel that something's wrong is the minute the phantom pain starts to act up (if it hasn't already). This can be at any point - they could be in a fight multiple AU's away, but if something's going wrong with Color or Epic at home, they feel it first before they know what's happening.

I can honestly see it scaring the shit out of Color and Epic the first time it happened. Because they were struggling with something silently, and all the sudden they get a text from Delta, who is NOWHERE NEAR THEM, asking if they're okay and what's going on.

They were very confused, but it distracted them enough to text back. And maybe they tried to lie, because they just weren't ready to talk about it yet.

Unfortunately for them, Beta/Delta called that shit out immediately. They first say that it's okay if they don't want to talk about it, but remind them that they'll be here when they're ready to talk.

And that still scares the shit out of the other two - how did they know about that?! They didn't even tell him!

Meanwhile, Beta's telling Sans/Delta EXACTLY what to say and do because he can feel it. He knows somehow that Color and/or Epic are struggling, to the point where even Sans starts to question it. Maybe it's a trauma thing, that Beta just so happens to know everyone's emotions at all times, even when they're away. Maybe they're just psychic or something.

(Beta claims the psychic one. Literally everyone - including him - knows it's the trauma one. But they collectively decide to run with the psychic option because it's funnier and Beta insists on it.)

All this to say, the phantom pain can be triggered when Beta feels that something dangerously wrong is happening or about to happen. It's Sans'/Delta's sign to listen and do what Beta says. Eventually, after the danger is alleviated, the pain starts to go away too.

Anyways, that's all I got for now. Thoughts?

Oh, I had an unfinished draft about Delta being cut in half for like a week now. Guess I’ll just copy and paste that here since I have the chance;

“Even though the body was magically reconstructed, Delta might have moments where he forgets that he has legs again, leading to sudden “missteps” or unsteadiness.

Since his magic likely had to rebuild connections between the upper and lower halves, there could be misalignments in how signals travel, leading to occasional spasms, twitching, or moments where his legs don’t respond correctly.

Since his waist and hips were completely destroyed and reconstructed, Delta’s center of balance might never feel entirely right again.

He might struggle with coordination, needing to adjust to the sensation of standing and walking as if his body is slightly out of sync with itself.

Sitting or lying down for too long might make his lower half feel “disconnected”, requiring movement or external grounding techniques (like deep pressure) to reorient himself.

Certain physical actions—like jumping, dodging, or twisting quickly—might cause discomfort or feel unnatural.

Even if healed, the place where his body was torn in half might be a structural weak point, making him more vulnerable to future injuries in the same area.

The magical regeneration could’ve left behind faint, glowing fractures along his midsection—possibly visible under certain lighting or when he uses magic.

The area could be hypersensitive to touch, impact, or pressure, meaning attacks aimed at his waist might hurt disproportionately more than expected.

Regenerating half of a body isn’t just a major physical trauma—it’s a massive magical cost. Even after healing, Delta’s energy reserves might be permanently lower, causing more frequent fatigue and burnout, slower natural healing over time and greater reliance on external energy sources like food, sleep, or outside magic to keep his body stable.

Experiencing such a violent death-like injury would likely leave deep psychological scars, even if his body recovered.

Hyperawareness of his waist and lower body – Delta might instinctively guard that area, flinch when people reach for him, or feel a constant underlying discomfort.

Flashbacks & body dysmorphia – At times, he might still feel “split in half,” even though he’s healed, leading to disorienting episodes where he feels like he’s reliving the injury.

Fear of being physically broken again. He might develop defensive habits, like keeping his back to a wall or avoiding situations where his midsection is exposed.

To counteract these effects, Delta might strengthen his core through magical reinforcement or external support (wearing a belt, brace, or armor piece over his waist).

He could develop a more cautious fighting style, relying on ranged combat or teleportation instead of up-close melee. (This one I highly doubt. Similar to Killer, he’s very up close and involved with his fists and legs. I doubt that would change, regardless of the risks.)

Use deep pressure therapy (possibly with Zorox, his service dog) to help him reconnect with his body. Wear heavier or reinforced clothing to feel more secure—like weighted garments, layered fabrics, or protective gear over his waist.”

And on the topic of Beta being able to tell when something’s wrong or danger is nearby due to their phantom like pain starting up, similar intuition to Color seemingly just being able to tell when danger—Nightmare and his huge gang—is coming in the Sans Hazard comics, do we think Beta started feeling that way in regards to Killer?

It could just only be when Killer actually chose to leave Nightmare and followed Color to the Omega Timeline, or more likely, started the very first time he realized Color was going to do something he probably deems crazy—crazy to seemingly do for someone like Killer—back in the beginning.

That he apparently sees something in Killer that Delta doesn’t, and has to decided he’s not going to let that go—even it could kill him.

Does it start immediately, and keeps happening any time Beta senses something has went wrong somewhere—and it’s harder to make sense of what or with who, with Color no longer back at home with Delta and Epic and Beta.

Wonder if it happens so often that both Delta and Beta start to become desensitized a bit to this specific pain, out of necessity, and many years later—when sitting in the living room of their home with their family, Cross and Killer right across from them—it’s a surprise for the both of them to realize that the pain is actually gone. Not even a dull ache.

[eggrollforyou]

This one has just been sitting in my brain, and I had to get it out. @shy-writer-999 , I hope you enjoy it!! It's my first fic, be gentle! 💚🤣

Antiquing

Zoro x Fem!reader

Cw: NSFW, MDNI, use of pet names (sweetheart, baby), mirror sex, zoro being cheeky 😉, established relationship, pnv, fingering,slight dom zoro. Uploading this in mobile, so mind any weirdness.

Wc: ~2,000

“What could you have gotten at the market, that you needed my help bringing back to the ship?” Zoro asked, as you excitedly skipped off the gangplank. You turned around, wide-eyed and brightly smiled, “It's a surprise!” Zoro raised an eyebrow at you, trying to fight the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You arrived at an island to restock and wait for the log pose to reset before setting off for the next island. Nami had given each of you a small allowance with lists to resupply the ship. Everyone bounded off in their own directions, while Zoro stayed back at the ship to keep guard. You stopped by the market to buy pick up a cpuples bottle of sake and use your allowance to buy some new paints. When browsing the stalls, you saw an antique shop in the square and figured you'd pop in. You had time to kill and there were always treasures to be found.

And that's when you saw it, a dusty, old, floor length mirror. It was a beautiful antique, but clearly had been sitting for ages, untouched. The frame was gold, with spectacular filigree on the top arch. You knew you had to have it.

“Remember that painting I did of Oden's castle? I traded it for this beautiful antique mirror!” you excitedly told Zoro. “A mirror? Really? Well, what do you need me for? Can't handle it on your own?” he questioned. “You'll see! Be patient,” you smiled at him.

“This thing is huge….one, where the hell are you going to put it, and two, why do you want it, it's so ugly…” Zoro gaped at the monstrosity. “There's a perfect spot for it next to my desk, across from the bed and it's gorgeous! Not ugly,” you pouted. “C'mon! Let's get it back to the ship.”

The antique shop owner waved you farewell as they dubiously watched Zoro carry the mirror out of the shop.

“Careful! Careful! You know it's terrible bad luck if you break that thing. Plus, I'll kill you,” you teased. Zoro carefully set the mirror down, next to your desk and took a step back after a huff. “See! Look, it fits perfect,” you yelped in excitement, stepping in front of Zoro as he sat down on the corner of your bed. Zoro looked around you at the mirror, still questioning why you wanted the damned thing in the first place. You leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you and his eyes grew wide as you bent over, inadvertently exposing your ass to him. He chuckled and pulled you into his lap so quickly it made you yelp in surprise. “I think there's a better way you can thank me for my services, (Y/N),” he breathed in your ear. His voice low, gravelly, and suddenly full of desire.

“Oh really? How is that?” You shivered as he tightened his grip on your waist, straddling him. He pulled your earlobe between his teeth and bit down, earning a gasp as your skin lit up from his touch.

His hands roamed your backside leaving goosebumps in their wake as his shifted one hand up to grab the back of your neck and his other to grab and harshly knead your ass, sending shivers down your spine. You moan and move your hips to grind your core on his tightening pants and he slams his lips into yours taking your breath as he kisses you. Tongues dancing and biting your bottom lip, he looks at your reflections in the mirror. With a growl he turns you around and held your chin to force your gaze into the mirror.

Both of you panting, pupils dilated, eyes hazy with desire. Zoro smirks at your flushed face and kiss-bitten lips and chuckles. “I think you know, sweetheart. Why don’t you take that shirt off for me.” You smile back and continue grinding your ass on his length while you pull your shirt up over your head and throw it to the side.

Zoro hisses as you grind further onto his cock as he grabs your breast, and slowly snakes his other hand down your abdomen, into your shorts, and pressed two fingers to your clit. Eyes locked onto your reflections.

“F-fuck, Zoro,” you whimper as he starts rubbing in tight circles and begins kissing your neck. Soon, all you can focus on was him. As he grinds up on your ass, kissing and biting your neck, and quickening his pace with his fingers. You can feel your slick, seeping through your underwear, soaking his fingertips. Your moans growing louder as he continues his ministrations.

You feel the familiar tightening warmth in your lower abdomen. Like a string being pulled taught, as he continues. Throwing your head back on his shoulder, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, until he suddenly stops, leaving you breathless and pathetically crying out, “No, Zoro, why'd you stop?”

“Uh-uh. Eyes open, sweetheart,” as he grabs your face again, forcing your gaze back to the mirror. His eyes boring into you, dark, like he was a tiger, stalking his prey. “Stand up,” he instructs and you instantly comply, needy for his touch, and willing to do anything to get it back.

He unbuttons your shorts and pulls them off with your underwear in one swift movement and his hands resume their wandering. As he leans forward, he kisses down your lower back and reaches underneath you. You see his hand come up to rub your clit again, pulling his fingers back through your folds to collect your slick. One finger, then two, and suddenly he thrusts them into you, curling them to find that spot that makes you see stars. You cry out as he uses his other hand to stop you from falling forward.

The room is full of your combined pants and groans and the lewd sounds of his fingers in your tight, wet, heat. He continues scissoring you open at a brutal pace and he curves his fingers every thrust. Your muscles are tightening as he brings you closer to the edge of climax. You're still standing as he sits on the corner of the bed, and your legs begin to tremble, as the warmth in your lower abdomen spreads.

“Hold still baby, don't run. I can feel you're close, just let go for me, I've got you,” he whispers. Suddenly, with his encouragement and one more thrust, you feel that tightwire snap and come as your cunt flutters and you scream his name. With every pulse, you feel the warmth in your abdomen spread and tingle to every part of your body.

Zoro's fingers continue, slowly working your way through your orgasm. As you come down from your high, you realize you closed your eyes, as you open them, bleary eyed, staring at the ceiling of your cabin. “Good girl,” Zoro growls as he takes his fingers out of you and licks your release from them. “Mmmm, so sweet, best thing I've ever tasted,” he tells you. Spurring you on, craving more of his touch.

You don't notice that he's pulled one hand out of his yukata already and is working on the other arm. He undoes the sash and opens the yukata to remove it. No matter how many times you've done this, you still always admire his body. Chest muscles and biceps taught. You watch as he shrugs off his clothes, as his muscles flex, rubbing your thighs together for any sort of friction, and you look down as his cock. Long, girthy, with a prominent vein that runs from the bottom to his very red, aching tip. “Come here, sweetheart, have a seat,” as he flashes you a cocky grin and pats his thighs.

You feel your cheeks heat up as you look behind you, biting your bottom lip, and you back up in between his legs. He grabs his length with one hand and your hip with the other to line himself up with your entrance and pulls you down. You gasp and he groans as he swipes his tip along your drenched lips, teasing you, lifting his hips slightly when he reaches your clit. “Please…..Zoro, don't tease, I need you,” you whine. He chuckles, “But, sweetheart, this is your thank you to me. Tell me how much you want this,” he goads. Through breathless pants, “P-Please, baby, I need this, I need you to fuck me. Use me, let me say thank you by using m-me..” you plead. Zoro gives you that sideways grin and huffs, “Ok sweetheart, go ahead and have a seat. You're lucky I'm feeling generous today.”

As you lower yourself onto his length, “S-shit, baby you're so tight,” as yoj start to push the tip of his cock through the first ring of resistance, “c'mere,” and he pulls you down to sit quickly, completely taking him in one fell swoop. You moan and stop to catch your breath, the delicious stretch you never get used to.

Zoro take a few breaths, pressing his forehead on your back, trying not to spill as soon as his cock enters your warm, slick, cunt. “Fuck baby, your pussy is so perfect, like it's made just for me,” he growls as he grabs your waist and starts lifting you up. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” he whines as he watches you bounce up and down on his cock, in the mirror. “M-mmmm, fuck, Z-Zoro, you make me feel so good,” you respond, breathlessly.

Suddenly, he stands you up, never leaving your heat, as he wraps one arm around your stomach and puts his other hand on your neck, squeezing just enough to shorten your breath. He picks up the pace, slamming into you and you feel that familiar thread start to tighten in your stomach.

Feeling every inch of his hard cock pushing and pulling in your tight walls.

The air in the room is thick with sex and desire so thick you could cut it with one of Zoro's swords. As he continues his relentless pace, it's forcing your back further into an arch that changes the angle and makes his thrusts slam your cervix with each delicious pass. You feel yourself beginning to tighten and throb as he brings you closer to bliss. Your breathless pants and cries, his moans, and the sinful sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. You lean your head back on Zoro's shoulder and close your eyes, you're so close, “M-more, Z-zo', I n-need more.” You're barely able to get the sentence out when the hand on your throat goes to your chin and forces you to look in the mirror again, “I s-said-keep-watching-pretty,” punctuated by each thrust. “Look at how beautiful you are, taking my cock so well. Remember, if you don't watch, I’ll stop.”

You make eye contact with Zoro in the mirror. His eyes practically black with a devilish smirk. You watch where you two meet. Seeing how your body takes him, in and out, in and out, and you moan and clench at the sight. “Shit, you like that? Do you like watching yourself take my cock?” Zoro whispers in your ear. It sends shivers down your spine and quickly his hand goes down to rub circles on your clit as he pounds into you, forcing a scream from your mouth as you finally get the needed stimulation you craved. “Come for me pretty girl,” as he looks at your reflection. Pushing you forward, and keeping your pelvis in place with his fingers on your clit, he pulls slightly to force your back into an arch. You cry out as the angle has him hitting your g-spot over and over.

The thread finally snaps again and you're cumming on his cock. As you flutter around it, he groans and with a final thrust, spills into you, moving his hands to hold you up by your breasts, pushing your back to his chest. You feel him pulse within your walls as you try to collect your breath. You both stand there for only a minute, but it feels like forever, as you stare at each other in the mirror. You wince as he pulls his softening length out of you. You look back over your shoulder as he leans forward and kisses you, passionately, exploring your mouth with his tongue. And he pulls back, with a sly smirk. “You doing ok?” he asks. “Y-yea….yea…” you exhaustedly reply. He smiles his lopsided smile, and gives your ass a light smack, making you jump and giggle, “You know what, on second thought, this was a really great trade. We should've gotten a mirror sooner.”

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[finniestoncrane]

BEGGING you to write a facesitting fic with AK Eddie and a male reader, idc who's receiving!! Please xoxo 💚💚💚

Arkham!Riddler x Male!Reader, word count: 1k ok yeah this is PERFECT for him, so i've gone with the concept of eddie putting someone's mouth to far better use than just yapping and annoying him (although he is also a candidate for being forced to shut the fuck up lmao) 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: reader has a penis, rimming, face sitting, domming, kind of angry sex but isn't all sex angry sex with him? sick of him honestly u-u

The floor of his work room was cold, but not clinical. It was far from it. Dirty, cracked, mostly exposed concrete and stone. But it didn't stop you from immediately getting down onto it and laying on your back when he demanded it. So there you found yourself, your body positioned beneath him, his over yours. He had squatted directly over your head, facing towards your feet. For a while he had hovered just above you, so you had to force your neck up and your tongue out to satisfy him, but now he had graciously lowered his slender, bony ass down onto you, raising himself only when he assumed you needed to breathe.

There was no denying that you had crossed a line. It couldn't be easy to come back from having your tongue as deep as it would go inside your boss' asshole, your saliva spread from the top of his cheeks to the back of his balls. But you would cross that bridge when you came to it. Besides, there was barely any time to consider it before Eddie had interrupted you with more of his rambling.

"Do not mistake this as my needing any kind of assistance or physical affection. I'd hate for you to get ideas above your station."

But it was too late, those ideas were already swimming in your head. The beautiful thought that maybe Eddie had needed this, wanted it, as badly as you did. It was him who suggested it after all. He could rant and rave for as long as he wanted about this being nothing but an excuse to relieve some tension and to give you something to do besides talking or bothering him. Something you could do well, at least.

Just the idea alone of him conjuring up the means to request that you service his tight, puckered hole, along with the fact that you could now consider yourself lucky enough to know what the Edward Nigma tasted like, was enough to have your own arousal reaching a dangerously uncomfortable level. So with a frought hand, you palmed at your growing erection, stiffening length pressed tight against the front of your pants, begging for the friction that would lead to release.

"And don't even think about gaining any pleasure from this yourself. Take your useless, clumsy hands away from yourself and keep your focus on this task."

He brought down the countless sheets of paper with a loud smack, enough of them clenched in his fist to make some impact on your chest. You had thought his attention was focused solely on those, his various plans and screeds of unintelligible writing, but you supposed he might actually find it difficult to concentrate now, despite his insistence to the contrary.

Clearly, this was not going to be all fun, but you could get what you needed from knowing Eddie was pleased, at least.

"One thing at a time, you idiot, you can barely afford the brain power to take on one chore, do not add another. I want all of your attention on my needs. No. Not. Not needs. Please, just focus that incessant wagging tongue and that wandering mind on me only. As it should always be."

He had faltered a little, letting some inner thoughts slip. He wasn't all that clever, not socially, and you found him often letting little things slide through the carefully constructed facade that he wore for everyone around, even himself. But he managed to reset himself, finding his control once more, that little bit of elevation from degrading you that pushed his ego back out in front.

"I do believe that this might be the best use for that incessant mouth of yours yet. So quiet, so peaceful. That is the only reason you're there, beneath me. To keep you from wittering on and bothering me."

You wondered, silently, if he knew the effect that his cruel words had on you. And if he knew, would he be worse? Or would he withold that delight from you as a sinister punishment.

Your fingers twitched as you considered it, almost moving once again to your cock, but you found something else for them to focus on, letting them curl around Eddie's ankles, steadying him as you pressed your tongue deeper into him. Each digit clawed at his grimy work boots, at the torn cuffs of his pants, as you tried to restrai your needs. But you could feel your hips moving, grinding into the air, helplessly, hopelessly, trying to relieve the pressure behind your zipper.

So instead, you focused on putting all of your effort into Eddie. Every so often, when he lifted himself to let you breathe, you could see his balls tightening, raising, his cock so erect you couldn't see it from this angle, completely stiff and out straight. You lapped furiously, teeth scraping against his cheeks where they could find purchase, tongue firm, strained, as you tried to get deeper within him, finding yourself groaning as his hole opened and closed. His taste on your tongue and at the back of your throat, salted sweat between his cheeks adding to the culinary delight. His scent, the musky odour from his ass, hard work and sacrifice creating a unique assault on the senses.

And your efforts proved fruitful, as Eddie let out his own soft sound of what could only be appreciation. He was quick, however, to discount it.

"Please, don't read that reaction as anything more than an involuntary biological response, I am still human after all. This is pleasant only for the fact that I have yet to hear you distract me from my work."

He hadn't expected a response, didn't want one. But that didn't mean you weren't going to push your luck in the brief moment you had where your mouth wasn't buried between his ass cheeks.

"Yes, sir."

It was risky, perhaps a little too flirtatious to be looked over, maybe viewed as unwarranted affection that would likely make Eddie angrier. And what you were really hoping for was an outcome that involved a more relaxed boss to work alongside for the rest of the day, and perhaps a repeat tomorrow when you purposefully pushed his buttons once more.

[thegodmother007]

My New Neighbor Chapter 13: Let’s Hang Out

TRIGGER WARNING: This story will eventually contain violence, angst, threat of death, swearing, dark humor, adult themes like sex & drugs, racism, classism, sexism etc. Do not say you have not been warned

Chapter 13:

It took almost a week, but I was finally feeling like my old self again. No more runny nose, headaches, chills or vertigo. I felt like I had been freed from a prison sentence within my own body. Although, if I was being honest with myself, it wasn’t all bad. My mind constantly drifted back to the time Cain played his guitar for me when I was bedridden. I could feel a warmth in my chest, accompanied by a few skipped beats of my heart every time I envisioned him sitting on my bedroom floor, giving me my own private concert. I wish I had more energy at the time because I would have loved to have stayed awake longer to continue listening to him play. I felt so important & felt so..special watching him play for me. That feeling was punctuated when I woke up the next morning to see Cain texted me “Sleep well.” Which made me think that was his nefarious plot the whole time, to put me to sleep. Luckily for him, I needed the sleep & it worked like a charm in more than one way. 

Finally being able to leave my bed, I decided that I would use my newly regained energy to reset my room. Washing my blankets & sheets, vacuuming the rug, getting the piles of dirty dishes cleaned & the garbage bag full of discarded tissues out of here, should really help me feel completely rejuvenated. I look at my phone to see I had not gotten a text from Cain this morning yet, which means he is still sleeping. Waking up each day to Cain’s morning texts while my body ached, brought me a level of comfort I quickly became accustomed to. It was the thing I looked forward to each morning opening my phone for the first time. 

I got busy with my cleaning when about 45min into it, I hear the ‘ping!’ of my text notification go off. Like a Pavlovian-Trained dog, I immediately dropped the fresh comforter I was placing on my bed to check & see if it was Cain. Seeing his name across my screen with the words “Morning. How are you feeling today?” really improved my overall mood. I was quick to respond with “I'm actually feeling great today! No more flu, I think I'm totally over it now 😄” I stuff my phone back into my pocket & start arranging my bed spread to be how I like it. 

It didn't take long for Cain to get back to me: “That's great! Glad to hear you're not sick anymore. Figured you were feeling better, I can hear you moving around.” I read the text, a little sheepish as I often forget that Cain can pick up on the littlest of movements. I don't reply right away, my brain starts turning with an idea. 

I look around my room to see it's practically spotless in here. Then I walk into my living room to see that it was clean too, seeing as I hadn't been in here much in almost a week. I smile and pick up my phone again. 

“Yea, I'm doing a bit of cleaning to refresh my unit. Wanna come over to hang out later?” I pressed send with only a tiny bit of hesitation. Last time I asked Cain to come over, he was abused & harassed. This time though, it would just be me. I felt a seed of anxiety planted in my brain as I waited on his response, going to my kitchen to start on a little breakfast. 

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“Yea, I'm doing a bit of cleaning to refresh my unit. Wanna come over to hang out later?” I read those words with a bit of unease, wondering if more than just Vi was going to be there. I didn't want to say ‘no’ right away, though. But last time I went over there when invited, it didn't end well for me. Going over there on my own accord, knowing Vi was sick & weak, put me at ease. 

I stopped myself from thinking this way, reminding myself that Vi took care of me that night. I shouldn’t be constantly referencing what Myra & her goons did to my friends and I. While I had the bravado in my thumbs, I text back “What do you have in mind? 🤔” 

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Oh shit, I hadn't thought that far ahead. I look around my apartment, as if I was looking for an answer to give him. What could I say that would entice Cain to want to come over? What can two people with extreme height differences do together that isn’t impacted by our sizes? 

I eyed my shelf which had my album of DVD’s and I thought about what I might be able to make for dinner, trying to remember what he likes. He did bring me pizza one time from a place I did not recognize, which I imagine is a place he goes to enough to deem it good pizza. I pull my phone out “What if we watched a movie and I made us some calzones or something?” I paused before pressing ‘send’ and considered my reply. Is that too intimate? Dinner and a movie seems very date-worthy. Would that be too weird? I mean he did play guitar for me when I was sick. The worst he could say is “no”, right? I rationed to myself

I press ‘send’ feeling that seed of anxiety sprout some roots. I put my phone on the kitchen counter, turning away from it and going about my day as normally as I can while I wait for a response. While I fluff pillows & make myself busy doing practically nothing, my mind flooded with the possible responses that Cain might shoot back with: 

“Actually, I already have plans”

“No thanks”

“That sounds boring”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“I can think of other things I’d rather be doing”

“I don’t think we should hang out”

“I really don’t think we should be friends”

PING! My phone practically screams at me, interrupting my intrusive thoughts. I pause, looking at my phone from across the room. Hesitant on even looking at the message, all but having convinced myself I was about to be turned down. Slowly I approach my phone and flip it over, looking at the message bannered across my screen: “That sounds delicious, I’m down. What time, like 6?” I felt so silly in that moment as the relief washed over me. I totally siked myself out for a moment there. “6 works for me, I’ll see you then 🙂” 

Now all I needed to do was run to the store to grab some ingredients!

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I was going over to casually hang out with Vi in a few hours and I felt pretty good about it. Nervous, but good. Deep down, part of me wondered if this was a date or something. Vi hadn’t said that it was and the last thing I want to do is ask her if it was, that would just come across pathetic. 

I shook the thought from my head, looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, telling myself where we stand “Nah, we’re just friends, that's it. Trivia partners, roommates, buddies, I am cool with that.” I say to myself, not so much as a statement, but a reminder. But I can't help but hear Britney's words in the back of my head “A partner is supposed to be your best friend, the person you can count on being there & showing up. A partner is that one person you know will support you & lift you up anytime you need it. Women don’t want keepers, Cain, they want partners.” I stare at my reflection, scrutinizing every little detail of my face, wondering if I had been born a giant would Vi want me like that? I fiddled with my hair, realizing that I had let it get too long without a cut & after a while of trying & failing to style it without product, I gave in & grabbed my mousse and hair paste. 

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Before I knew it, 6:00pm was upon me & I was ready for Cain. The calzones were piping hot & I even made a couple that were human sized so Cain didn’t struggle with eating from a giant sized one. I look to my phone to see it was 5:56pm and Cain would be at the door any moment. I didn’t want to sit there, waiting on him like that, so I figured some finishing touches on the place would be appreciated. I had the human-sized table from before, on my coffee table and placed a tablecloth with dishes on it so Cain had somewhere to eat comfortably while I’d use the coffee table to eat. I lit a few nice smelling candles, ones that smelled of pumpkin spice & vanilla. They added a warm amber glow to my apartment that I appreciated & hoped Cain would appreciate too. I had a human sized bean bag that I don’t remember acquiring, but nonetheless was coming in handy in case Cain wanted somewhere comfortable to sit. 

As I thought about it, I began to drift into a small daydream about sitting down to watch a movie. Where would he ask to sit if I didn’t have the bean bag for him? On the couch cushion? No, my weight would probably make him slide against my hip or he could find himself stuck between the cushions. Arm rest would be a good option, it was stable and padded. A bit of risk though, because he could easily fall if he isn’t careful. The backrest of the couch could be nice too, it was high enough for a good view of the movie and we would be more level with each other. But what if he wanted to sit with me? I felt a shade of pink creeping across my face with an involuntary smirk finding a place on my lips as I indulge in the fantasy. I imagine what it would be like, having his little body sitting on my shoulder. Would I feel him sitting there? I wondered what his voice would sound like right next to my ear. Would he sound different from what I’ve come to recognize as his voice? I imagine his delicate hands reaching up & touching my neck for leverage and I feel a wave of goosebumps dance along my shoulders, neck and face as I let the daydream develop. What if I wanted to lay down? I could lay on the couch but where would he be? I thought about the most comfortable places for him. My bent knee would be very isolating, I think he’d feel just too far away. I could always let him lay on my stomach? At the thought, the flashback of Cain explaining he felt he was going to die & the harassment he endured at my party made me second guess that idea. I don’t think I would want to be on a giant’s stomach either if I felt like I just narrowly escaped being inside one’s stomach only a few weeks ago. My mind drifted to the idea that maybe he would be comfortable on my chest. The pink on my face shifted to a bright crimson red, but the daydream continued. I imagined placing him on my breast, watching him sink into the soft flesh of it, feeling his little hands and feet crawling around and caressing me. I pictured how much that would probably tickle and  I would laugh, undoubtedly bouncing him up and down while he laughed with me. I put myself in his place, thinking what I might look like to him from that perspective, hoping that it was at least good. What if Cain were into that? My mind drifted into thinking about how he might view me overall and I heard his scream echo in my mind from the time I pulled the cloth back to check on him the morning after the party. 

Remembering that bloodcurdling scream froze me in place, the complete fear on his face & the disparity of that cry was enough to make me stop and remember how fragile he is. I had better not push it with him & make sure I am slow and careful with him. 

As if on cue, I hear the buzzer from his apartment requesting entry into my unit. I do a quick mirror check, making sure I didn’t have sauce from making calzones on me and my hair looked alright. I was excited to hang out with Cain and get to know him better, hoping we could become a little closer than just unit partners. I press my own buzzer and unlock the small door, to then see Cain open it & walk through, his blue eyes immediately landing on me. He greets me with what I can see is a smile and a wave. I feel my heart leap as I return his wave & smile back to him. “Hey!” I exclaim, gingerly walking toward him with my slippered feet, hoping not to shake the floor so much. I slowly descend to his level. I see he is wearing a dark colored hoodie & some standard dark wash blue jeans. Despite Cain’s bright blonde hair, pushing almost platinum blonde, he seems to favor darker colored clothes. 

“It smells great in here!” He comments, looking around at my place, no doubt looking for the calzones I’ve made. “Full disclosure, I’ve been smelling it for the last hour, so I’ve come hungry” He says with a nervous laugh. “Good! I made quite a few for you! Actually…now that I am looking at you, I might have overdone it. You okay with taking leftovers home with you?” I ask knowing the answer will probably be ‘yes.’ Excitedly, Cain claps his hands together “We’ll see just how much is left over. Despite my size, I can really put it away, just wait & see..” He says with a smirk. I raise an eyebrow “Oh yea? We’ll see about that..” I offer a hand to him casually, hoping not to make it a big deal, knowing how Cain feels about being held. I hoped that by treating it as something nonchalant, his fear about it would diminish overtime. 

I watched him take a breath and look up at me and I offer him a smile, reminding him it’s okay. With less hesitation than before, he walks into my hand, his sneakers catching traction on my skin as he shuffles his way into the middle of my palm. He sits, holding my thumb like a safeguard on a carnival ride. I felt the familiar warmth spreading in my cheeks watching him trust me, feeling honored that he does at all. Once situated, he turns to look up at me, giving a thumbs-up, but saying nothing else. I could tell & feel by the rigidity of his body that this is still not natural for him yet, but that is okay. Slowly I lift him to the coffee table where the human-sized dining set is; this time with proper cutlery & dishes for him to use. I carefully lift & deposit him onto the coffee table and he smiles “What’s this? You set a place for me?” He asks while departing from my palm. “Of course, I felt bad that the last time you were here, I didn’t have any dishes or silverware for you & you had to eat pancakes with your hands. A calzone is a little harder to eat without cutlery so you know, I just grabbed a set while I was out today, no big deal.”

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Except it was a big deal to me. She made the effort to make sure I was feeling comfortable & able to enjoy the food she prepared as it was meant to be. When she had me over for breakfast a few weeks ago, I felt a bit primitive having to eat off her plate with my hands. But now she had a place for me with everything I would need to feel like a person. I realized how weird of a thought that is, but being able to fit in the palm of your friend’s hand and not being able to be independent when visiting, you begin to second guess how they see you. I turned with a grateful look “Thank you, this is actually really nice of you..” I had hoped that this would mean she intended on having me over more often now that we have that hurdle crossed. “Well I can’t have you eating a piping hot calzone with your bare hands, can I?” She says, watching me take my seat at the table just for me. She stands, towering over the coffee table once again, but my smile does not leave my face as she does. “Since you’re hungry, I’ll go grab the food from the oven where I’ve been keeping it hot.” My mouth watered as she walked away & to the kitchen. I purposely skipped lunch to prepare for this meal, knowing I was going to be eating like a King. 

Vi soon comes back with her plate and on her plate, was 3 of my own smaller calzones. Each one as large as an XL Pizza from Tony’s down the road. My jaw dropped as she slid my portions onto the table, only one calzone fitting on my plate, still hanging off the edges. All of them were packed to the brim with toppings like sausage, peppers, onion, peperoni, cheese…it smelled heavenly. I looked at Vi, my jaw still slacked and she gives me a cheeky smile as she sits cross legged on the floor, using the coffee table as her dining space, making us more level. “I told you it was too much..” She says, clearly happy with my reaction. I laugh & look back at the literal pile of calzone she just set in front of me “I take back what I said earlier, I think I will definitely have leftovers…” I admit. However, I waste no time & dig in. The flavor was fresh and saucy. The ingredients all worked together wonderfully & I closed my eyes, savoring my first bite, thinking to myself that these are even better than Tony’s. After a while of enjoying the first bite, I open my eyes to see Vi’s billboard sized face was much closer to me than it had been before & I flinched with a start, looking at her inquisitively, my mouth too full to ask her “What?”. She smiles at me “That good hu?” She asks me, pulling away & giving me a smug side-eye. With a mouth too full of calzone I proclaim “These are fantastic! I was just thinking about how they’re even better than the ones I’ve gotten from Tony’s down the street.” Vi’s smile grew larger “I am so glad you like them! It’s a recipe my mom developed when I was a kid. It’s one of my favorites.” She takes a bite of her own food & I watch her eat with nothing less than shock over the amount she puts into her mouth, chewing with ease. I watch her swallow the lump of food she masticated, feeling a chill crawl up my spine. I look at her enormous calzone, noting how it was almost as large as a city bus! “Wow, you really eat a lot.” I comment more to myself than anything. I see Vi raise an eyebrow “I mean, compared to you, I am sure it looks that way.” She remarks

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I brushed off the comment about the amount of food I eat, assuming Cain didn’t mean anything by it. But I couldn’t help the feeling of self consciousness that started creeping in after he said it. I look to his plate & my own, noticing the radical difference. Thankfully the conversation veered away from my eating habits & I was delighted to finally be learning more about Cain. He has an older brother, much like I have, who taught him to play guitar from a young age. He told me about his childhood living in a Humans-Only city & what brought him to Epherton. I learned about his hobbies like sports, going out, being with friends & videogames. Fortunately, we did not jump on the subject of my brother & I was more than happy to keep away from that topic completely. 

“So, why did you come to Epherton?” Cain asks me as I cut another piece off my calzone. “Oh you know, job opportunities, cheap housing, not having tons of money & wanting to get out of my hometown.” That last tidbit was different from Cain’s answer. Cain also came to Epherton for the opportunities. But if the opportunities had been in his home city, he never would have moved here. I, on the other hand, probably would have moved here anyways. “Why did you want to get away from your hometown?” He asks innocently, unknowing that the answer was not as innocent. 

I put the piece of calzone I just cut back onto my plate, thinking about how to explain it to Cain without him including me in the backwards thinking many of the townspeople share. “Well, the village I grew up in had no diversity & with that came a lot of small-minded people. Many of them hold traditional beliefs that the two species should be separated, not meant to mix. Others, a bit more extreme, believe in separate but not equal. Many believe in a hierarchy, of course placing giants at the top.” I saw Cain study me as I explained why I left & I recognized that look as one of scrutinizing, seeing if I aligned with that way of thinking. I sighed as I explained further “I never agreed with them though. It always felt weird thinking of myself as better than others just because of the bodies we were born into.” I looked to Cain to see if my explanation made sense. Cain looks at me with eyes that resembled sadness “And that is why your brother & his friends acted like that at the party.” He said as a statement rather than a question. I nodded “Yea & I didn’t think they would bring their bigotry with them, considering they all know where I stand and they were made aware I was sharing a unit with a human.”

Cain paused for a moment “Where do you stand?” He asks tentatively. I catch his eyes, and look at him almost confused. “What?” I wasn't sure exactly what he was asking me. Cain clears his throat “You know, how do you see humans? Like, do you think that those people back in your hometown have some kind of point?” For a moment, his question took me aback. For the few months that we have shared a unit, I thought I had made it pretty clear how I saw him and other humans. But I guess this question was going to be inevitable.

“I see you as a person, nothing more or less than that.” I say with a shrug of my shoulders, not really sure what else I could say to that question. “Yeah but, doesn't it change how you see people when they can fit in the palm of your hand? I mean there's got to be some kind of difference in how you feel being around humans versus when you are around giants, right?” I finally understood what Cain was trying to ask me. “Well of course I'm going to feel different around humans than I do around Giants. But I don't see them as less important or less valuable because they are smaller. You don't look at people who are shorter than you and think that they are less human, right? Same applies to me. I just look at you and see a smaller person.” 

Almost as if his hunger for asking questions wasn't satisfied with the one answer, he pressed a little further “So what do you feel when you are around humans?” I could tell that these questions had been burning in his mind for a while. I thought about his question, my memory flashing back to when I played with that group of human children as a child. How excited I was to make friends & getting to play with them. My memory cut to when they told me that they weren't allowed to play with me anymore & why. I felt the remnants of that heartbreak coming back to me from when I was a kid. 

I thought about my answer & felt honesty would be the best policy here. “Cautious & nervous, I suppose.” Which seemed to confuse Cain ”Whoa wait, hold on, YOU’RE nervous around Humans? How? How are you, an 85ft giantess, nervous around Humans? People who you can easily overpower if you wanted?” I let out a breathy laugh at the summation “Not that kind of nervous Cain. It's hard to explain but I'm afraid of fucking up, you know? Humans have every reason to be scared of giants, I see why. So knowing that any move I make, any little comment, can throw them into a panic. You guys are fragile & easily startled, so I have to be conscious & self aware the entire time I am around humans.” Cain pondered my explanation, asking “What about with me? How do you feel around me?” 

I stopped the redness from climbing up my neck & to my face when I thought of my genuine answer, stuffing it deep down inside. Instead I reply “You make me anxious, but overall I am always happy to see you!” Hoping that made my answer a bit softer for him. I watched him look down at his food, contemplating my answer. I worried that maybe I had offended him. I didn’t want to elaborate on my feelings for him, because I worried how he might react. “I just have to be cautious around you, being Human and all, you know? There is a lot more of me than there is of you, so I have to watch myself.”

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“Fragile” “Easily startled” “Less of me” I mean, Vi wasn't wrong, but it sucked knowing that I haven't been doing a good job at hiding my fear around her, despite how hard I've tried. I felt a shroud of shame surrounding me at the confirmation but wondered how she felt being around me if that was her impression so far. When I got “Anxious” my heart sank, only to be lifted from the depths with “but happy to see you!” I listened to her explain herself, and it seems like she's hit it right on the head. There IS a lot of her, and I DO struggle with being around Giants overall, let alone someone like Vi. I looked into her deep, sparkling brown eyes, seeing my own reflection in them. I could happily drown in those brown eyes given the chance, but who'd want to give that chance to an easily startled & fragile human? 

Halting my thoughts, I hear Vi ask me back “So how do you feel around Giants?” I look up at Vi whose expression makes me a bit uneasy. I could feel a tentative vibe in the air, as if she was expecting a certain answer. Although I knew I was physically safe around Vi & I knew how I felt about her, I also knew she was a special case amongst her kind for me. “I-I mean, they’re fine..” I hoped that would be enough but Vi raised an expectant eyebrow at me, pushing for more. “They’re uh-..um..they’re..” I watched her lean in slightly to listen to my answer and that made me want to back up a bit, crumbling under her gaze which held a bit too much weight in this moment. “They’re intimidating…and overwhelming…and scary…” I let the words tumble out of my mouth involuntarily and I watched Vi nod, as if I confirmed for her something she already knew. “But not you though, Vi! You’re not like that, I enjoy being around you, just not other ones.” I hoped that would explain myself a bit better. “You’re the exception, you’re not like other Giants. You’re a lot better than the ones I’ve met.”

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I felt my breath pause in my chest at how Cain spoke about my people. I wanted to approach the conversation lightly though, not jump to any conclusions. “I mean, not all other giants are bad, you know? There are a lot of really nice giants-” I was cut off by Cain who continues “Yea but they are few & far between. On the whole, they tend to be a lot less…tolerant and more threatening than humans are. I mean c’mon, I was literally kidnapped by a giant at the party, how much more confirmation do I really need?” 

I couldn’t argue his personal experience, so I opted to let it go. “Yea, I suppose you’re right.” I forced a smile, but felt the wind being knocked completely out of my sails, knowing Cain sees giants as a whole, negatively. My mind drifted into wondering how much of that applied to me.

Once dinner was over & Cain was sufficiently stuffed, I watched as he laid back in his chair and sighed with satisfaction. “I wish I had more stomach, because I don’t want to stop eating!” He laughed, but held his stomach in pain from just laughing; he was so full “Ow..” I couldn’t help but laugh at him a little bit, but I appreciated how much he enjoyed the food. “I hope you didn’t make yourself sick, because we still have a movie to watch. Which, by the way, what are you in the mood for? Comedy, horror, action?” I suggested a few genres to make the decision easier. I stand, taking our plates & Cain’s half eaten calzone along with the two others he didn’t even touch to wrap up for him. “I left a DVD album on the coffee table, take a look and see what you might like.” I call out as I wash up the dishes & get the kitchen in order. 

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I stood, no, wobbled to the album that Vi mentioned, using all my strength to flip it open to reveal a plethora of movie choices. “I thought you weren't a movie buff!” I call out as loud as I can, hoping she can hear me. Luckily she did “I’m not, I like movies but I couldn’t care less about the actors!” She laughs and I understand where she is coming from with that sentiment, I felt very similarly. I looked at the options & landed on a superhero movie, one from Marvel Comics. “Are you secretly a nerd, Vi?” I ask as I gently pull the DVD out from its sleeve, feeling Vi walking back over to me. She looks at the movie I’ve chosen: ‘Ant Man.’ Vi smiles “You can call me a nerd if you want, I call it having excellent taste.” Her hand takes my place in sliding the DVD from its sleeve and lifts it above my head, going to the TV and pushing the disc in. Vi sits on the couch behind where I stood on the coffee table with a remote, pushing ‘play.’ As the opening credits roll, she looks to me “Any preference on where you want to sit?” she asks me, pulling a bean bag from her pocket. “You can sit anywhere you’d like.” 

“With you” is what I wanted to say, but couldn’t work up the nerve to. I see the beanbag and notice how it looked like a softball in her hand, almost laughably small. “I can-uh-take the beanbag?” I asked, pointing to it. Vi holds it up “Anywhere in particular?” she asks and this made me think about it. I decided to take the chance “What about on the back support of the couch?” I would be immediately next to Vi that way. “You know, for a better view of the movie.” I explained away, even though she didn’t ask. I felt my palms become sweaty. Vi lowered the bean bag in her palm, offering me a ride “Hop on” she instructed & without thinking or second guessing myself, I jumped into the beanbag that sits in her palm, landing on my back into the plush chair like a pile of leaves. Vi catches me with ease and I realize how childish it was to just throw myself into the beanbag, but it was my first instinct seeing it, I didn’t think about it. I looked up & behind me to see Vi’s amused face as she lifts me closer to her, my stomach dropping from the elevation.”Sorry” I said with embarrassment lacing my words as she places me on top of the back support of the couch. I was comfortable in the beanbag, but I was more impressed with the view. Just like when Vi had lifted me in her bedroom, everything looked normal & to-scale to me. I liked being up here, it felt like I fit into her world just a little more. 

My train of thought was derailed when Vi sat next to me, her neck & head being level with me. She looks at me, our faces being closer than they ever had been before. I couldn’t help but stare with a dopey smile on my face. I can feel the wind of her breathing through her nose on my hands and feet. I can feel the backrest shift against her weight as she becomes comfortable. I notice the reddish highlights that naturally dance in her hair, now that a bit of it is spilled onto the backrest. It looked soft & well kept, I wanted to touch it, run my fingers through it, but I knew that wouldn’t be appropriate. 

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Cain’s words rang in my head throughout the movie about how Giants were scary & intimidating. I tried keeping a smile on my face for Cain’s sake & my own, hoping it would lighten my mood. When I was able to sneak a look at him, he seemed content and happy, which helped me be at ease as well. Although he may have stated I was the exception to the rule of Giants being overwhelming, I didn’t want to push that line. I didn’t even try to suggest that we sit closer to each other, fearing I would be doing exactly what frightens him. This arrangement was fine, I am going to be fine with this. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. As the movie played, Cain made commentary the entire time. “Scott should just be big the entire time, he can just crush his enemies, he doesn’t even need to fight them!” At a particularly intense scene, where Antman is shrunken & stuck in a tub, Cain pipes up when Antman’s friend comes stomping into frame “Vi, look, that’s what you look like from my perspective!” He jokes, but I felt a pang of hurt in my chest, which forces me to remain quiet as we watch Scott being washed away by the flow of water from the faucet. 

Once the movie was over, I felt dejected and tired. I had hoped I would have walked out of tonight feeling closer to Cain, but it feels like my eyes have been opened to this impenetrable wall between us. I felt monstrous when Cain pointed out how much I eat. He thought I didn’t notice how he looked away when I would take bites. My thoughts were confirmed when Cain said Giants were overwhelming & scary. I didn’t feel like an exception to the rule when Cain mentioned how I look from his perspective when we watched the movie. All these instances were swimming around in my head, adding bricks to the wall I feel separating us. I felt too big for him & like I took up too much space. All of it is punctuated by the confirmation of how Cain views me & my people. Once the credits rolled, I looked to Cain who was relaxed in the bean bag, eyes drooping. “That was a cool movie” he remarks with a yawn & stretch. “Thanks for having me over though Vi, this was fun.” 

Although I don’t think I had as much fun as Cain did, it still warmed me to know that he enjoyed his time here nonetheless, despite his comments. Without a word I offered him my open hand “I think I want to turn in, too.” I say to him, suggesting that he go home. Cain sits up, taking his time to let the blood flow back into his legs. Once comfortably in my palm, I slowly get up, keeping Cain lower than I normally would out of pure reflex, to avoid overwhelming him. I grab his leftovers from the coffee table & I am quick to get him to his door, watching him depart from my hand. “Thanks again for dinner, it was fantastic! I am glad to be enjoying it for the next few days too.” I smile “Glad you had a good time..” I offer a small wave as he exits into his door & out of my unit. When the door closes behind him, I feel the rush of emotion I had been suppressing for the last few hours, wash over me. I felt tears pricking at my eyes as I stared at the white door. I felt the hot tears trickle down my face as the feeling of disappointment washed over me for what I can now see, is a relationship that will never be. 

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genre. fluff. comfort. warnings. jihoon had a bad day. he cuts his finger with a knife as well. food. kissing. not proofread. pairing. jihoon x reader. wc. 896. request. requested by 🌱 anon: for tws fluff with any of the 06's (an idea is: (dont have to write this specifically) maybe coming home after a long day? could be them or reader). a/n. went with jihoon for this :( he's so soft and sweet and lovely and omg i just wanna kiss his forehead and put him in my pocket.

“Ow! Darnit…” Jihoon held his hand up, examining the fresh cut on his finger with a wince. Why was everything going wrong today? He was late to work, brain foggy and frazzled the entire day. Usually he was good at picking up choreo quickly, but everything felt off that day. He was falling behind and getting tired so fast. He was mentally and physically exhausted by now, and hadn’t eaten anything since lunch at the company. Throwing together fried rice should’ve been an easy task. He’s not even sure how he managed to cut his finger while chopping veggies.

He rinsed out the wound, debating whether he should just give up on food altogether. You wouldn’t be happy about that, though. That was the other thing. You hadn’t been responding to his messages all day and he had no idea where you were. It was already getting late, but you still weren’t home. He had never realized how lonely the dorm felt when you weren’t there.

Just as he was searching through the cabinets for a box of bandaids, like magic, he heard the door open. He didn’t have high expectations. Given the luck today, he was almost 90% expecting it to be Dohoon walking through the door. But, when he peeked his head out of the bathroom door, he saw your face.

It was frankly incredible how quickly you made everything seem okay. The frustrating day was forgotten in an instant, and the cut on his finger was the last of his concerns. The only thing Jihoon cared about was falling into your arms as soon as possible.

You shared the sentiment, both of you pulling tight into a hug as soon as you dropped your bag. Jihoon’s scent relaxed your senses immediately as you buried your head into his hoodie. Placing a kiss to his neck as you pulled apart from the embrace, you smiled up at him.

“Missed you.” You mumbled, brushing aside some of his hair, thumb stroking over his cheek. He merely nodded and pulled you back into his arms with a long sigh.

“I’m so tired.” He whined into the crook of your neck, his arms holding you so tight that it was impossible to let go.

“Did you eat yet? I got takeout but it might be a bit cold… I’m sorry I took so long to get home, there was some delay—” Your explanation was cut off before you could finish, by Jihoon’s lips.

His kiss was desperate, hours of frustration bubbling down had finally cooled and then burst into overwhelming affection instead. He couldn’t contain it, he just loved you. How you always knew exactly what he needed, always apologized even when things weren’t in your control, and how you were always looking out for him. You always made everything better in a way no one else could. Jihoon knew he would’ve cried if you had talked on for any longer, so he took quicker action to stop you from making him fall any deeper in love than he already was. He was down bad, but maybe being down even worse wasn’t such a terrible thing.

You giggled when Jihoon pulled away, cupping his cheeks and pinching them softly. You warmed up the food that had gotten cold on the bus ride as Jihoon watched you from the corner of the kitchen like a little boy watching a magic show. You cleaned up the vegetables he had left out, washed the cutting board and knife, and got out bowls for both of you all at the speed of light.

“Did you cut your finger on the knife?” You asked, noticing the bandaid on his finger as you set down the bowls of food. He nodded, and you shook your head fondly, “I told you that you shouldn’t try to cook while your head isn’t clear…” 

“Why didn’t you text me today?” Jihoon pouted, feeling a lot better now that he was eating and you were right next to him. The entire day there had been this empty dull ache from your absence, and he hadn’t been able to get the feeling out of his head.

“I forgot to charge my phone last night. It was dead the whole day.” You cleared up, an apologetic smile on your face. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Good. I missed you terribly and Youngjae wouldn’t stop making fun of me for it. He said I was ridiculously in love with you... which is definitely true.”

“I hope I made up for it. I love you too… just in case you weren’t sure.” You looked up at the ceiling, suddenly feeling a little shy at your confession. It had been a while since you started dating Jihoon, of course. But he had always been so open with his feelings, while it took some courage for you to share how you felt. Acts of service was always your preferred love language, and Jihoon knew this well. He always felt loved by you, but every so often, it felt really nice to hear you say it.

“You made up for it completely.” He assured you, biting back a smile at just how cute you were. Despite the rocky starts to the day, Jihoon’s mind was in complete bliss by the time he went to bed. He was more in love than ever before.

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✗ Pairing: tutor!yonghee x fem!reader

✗ Word count: 3.4k

✗ Warnings: college au, reader is a bit of a bitchy brat and yonghee humbles her <3, fooling around in an empty classroom, yonghee watches reader touch herself, fingering (f. receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected sex (be smart), reader cries a lil, very brief cockwarming at the end

✗ A/N: i started writing this in march of 2023 SFSDFSK. i have thought about what i would write many many times since but haven't actually finished writing it until now. tutor!yonghee is lethal for me personally 😵‍💫

Yonghee is already waiting for you when you walk into the empty classroom. As usual, he looks gorgeous. You roll your eyes. When your professor “suggested”–more like ordered–you to allow Yonghee to tutor you, you were expecting to meet with your typical math-brained nerd. Someone that would be so unremarkable that you’d simply have to focus on your studies in order to not go crazy from restlessness. Yet here you are, meeting with the man that has been making frequent visits to your fantasies, uninvited but annoyingly welcome.

You step past the doorway and Yonghee seems to hear you, lifting his head from his book, soft dark brown hair swishing with the movement. You offer him a closed lip smile as you take another step into the room and then he’s standing and you wish he wasn’t. He’s wearing light wash jeans and a black sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. You’re not sure why such a basic looking outfit makes drool pool in your mouth, but it seems to be an effect of his that you’ll never be immune to.

Too busy ogling him to question why he stood in the first place, you hesitate when he clears his throat, your eyes refocusing back to reality. He’s pointing at the door behind you, eyebrow raised. “Lock.” Not a verb, a noun. He needs the lock in place. You sigh. 

You should be used to this by now. You pushed your luck a few too many times at the beginning of your sessions with him, your friends showing up to distract you and frustrate him. He won’t be taking that chance anymore. Now you have to have your sessions in a locked classroom and that feels a little bit too much like incarceration to you when you’d rather be doing literally anything else.

You turn, step forward, lock the door. You smile at him again when you turn back to him but it’s clearly sarcastic this time and it only makes him smirk. He’s very aware that you don’t enjoy this and if he didn’t find a way to enjoy that, he’d be just as miserable as you. He sits down, letting his back rest against the back of the chair, arms crossed. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to sit down too so you can get started. 

You make your way to the empty chair next to him and take a seat, pulling your textbook and other necessary supplies from your bag. You’d also like to get this over with as soon as possible.

“How was your day?” Yonghee asks to fill the silence as he leafs through his papers, reminding himself of where you left off. “Fine,” you mumble, not bothering to give him extra details when you two do not have the kind of relationship that would imply he cares.

So it surprises you a little when he stops what he’s doing and flicks his gaze to you, head tilting slightly in curiosity. “That’s okay. You don’t have to tell me more than you want to.” He clears his throat and motions to his book, signaling the page he’d like you to turn to.

You flip to the correct page and lean your head in your hand, elbow resting atop the desk that spans from one side of the room to another. Yonghee is already talking, summarizing what you learned during your last session, his eyes flitting between textbook and notebook. You know you shouldn’t be zoning out so soon, but you can’t help but just admire him. You’re not used to seeing someone this beautiful up close. Sure, you’ve seen a lot of guys–hot ones, even–much closer than Yonghee, but none of them could hold a candle to him. He has this natural charm and beauty that would stop anyone in their tracks. The small mole just beneath his eye conducts hypnosis on you every time you meet.

“Y/n? Are you listening?”

“Not really.”

Yonghee wasn’t expecting you to answer honestly. “And why aren’t you?”

“I’m looking at you. You’re distracting.”

You can’t help but notice how the corner of Yonghee’s lips pulls into a small smirk before he forces it off his face. He hums. “I understand, but you’ve got an exam coming up in a few days. You need to focus.” He pauses, eyes settling on yours. He looks a little bit stern and that makes your stomach churn. “Can you do that?”

You have to stop yourself from saying yes right away. Something about the way he’s looking at you makes you want to do whatever he says, but you can’t relent to him so easily. That’s against everything you stand for. And, really, you can’t say you can focus with confidence. You’re more confident that you’ll get distracted again than anything else. “I’ll try.”

Yonghee smiles and it looks genuine. “Good. Thank you.”

You do a much better job of concentrating than you expected from yourself. For about fifteen minutes, anyway. But as time goes on and Yonghee is showing signs of his own fatigue, your eyes are glued to him again. You watch as he pushes his hand back through his hair from time to time. You watch as he takes frequent sips from his water bottle, his adam’s apple calling the attention of your eyes as it bobs. You listen as his soft voice gets tired from so much talking, a low rasp accenting his speech. You follow his fingers as they glide across the pages to emphasize what he’s referencing, trying so hard not to imagine them doing other things instead.

“Y/n.”

“Hmm?” You’re not even cognizant of the fact that he’s speaking to you or that you’ve answered him. Your eyes are trained on the pencil he’s twirling in his hand furthest from you. It stops suddenly.

“What’s with you today? You didn’t even notice that I haven’t said anything for the last two minutes.”

You pry your eyes away from his hand and search for his eyes instead. You need to know how much he knows about where your mind has been. You’re hoping the answer lies in his pupils. It doesn’t, but his gaze is full of intrigue. You hadn’t expected that. You had expected annoyance.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” You regret swearing in front of him for a moment, and then you don’t. You never change who you are or how you talk for anyone. Why now?

He doesn’t say anything. You get the feeling that he’s waiting for more of an explanation than an apology and you groan. “My mind is just so not in it today. I’m so fucking distracted.”

“I see.” His voice is laced with sudden understanding in just two words. You turn back to your books to pretend he’s not still staring at you. You don’t like being under his gaze when you’ve been wasting his time–intentional or not.

“Come here.”

If you were already still before, you’re stone now. Your pencil falls from your hand, bounces as it hits the desk, and rolls off. It feels like a perfect symbol for what your brain is experiencing at the moment. What did he just say?

You reluctantly meet his eyes again, but they’re the same. “What?”

Yonghee leans back in his chair, letting his thighs fall to the outer sides of the seat and gestures towards his lap with his gaze. His hands rest atop his thighs as if to say look, there’s room for you here. “Come here,” he repeats simply.

You’re fully convinced that you’re no longer just daydreaming. You must’ve fallen asleep during your lesson and now you’re just dreaming. Regular dreaming.

“Yonghee, I don’t understand–”

He turns your chair to face his and reaches for you, carefully letting his hands take hold of your waist. He pulls you off of your chair and into his lap, adjusting you for a moment until you’re in a comfortable position. Your cheeks are burning. This dream feels too real.

“Is this okay?” He asks, his gentle voice sounding even better up close. He searches your eyes for answers the way you did to him moments ago.

“Well, yeah, but I’m still confused.”

“Mm.” He nods his understanding, his hands linking together behind your back. “Let me tell you what I think we should do, okay?” He waits for you to nod before continuing. “I think it’s obvious to both of us why you’re distracted. You didn’t hesitate to spell it out for me earlier. It’s my job to make sure your lessons get absorbed properly, but I can’t do that when your pretty little brain keeps wandering, can I?” He waits for a shake of your head this time. “So, in order to make sure you can learn from me, I should take care of any obstacles that stop that from happening. Don’t you think?”

You chew on your lip, hands fidgeting between your bodies, twisting the hem of his shirt in your fists. How is he making you nervous? He’s supposed to be the loser here. You nod anyway.

Satisfied, Yonghee smiles and taps your lower back with his hands. “Good. Now turn around for me.”

What? Turn around? So he’s not going to kiss you?

Yonghee can tell you’re not exactly sure what he’s wanting from you, so he helps. He uses his–surprisingly strong–hands to reposition you until you’re sitting in his lap once again, but facing away from him this time. “There you go,” he praises. He lifts one of your legs until he can plant your foot on the desk. His other hand angles your other leg, bending it just enough so it’s not uncomfortable but you’re spread open enough for him.

Yonghee maneuvers his arms under yours, his fingers coming to play with the strings of your much-too-small sweatshorts. He doesn’t do anything, just plays. He lets his head lean against the side of yours, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “You can tell me if you get uncomfortable at any point, okay?”

Once you give him an affirmative nod, his hands glide down the insides of your thighs. They’re warm but your body responds as if they were cold–with a shiver. He kneads the flesh briefly before bringing his hands back up, one hand carefully pulling the crotch of your loose shorts to the side. You hear an incredulous puff of air leave him when he sees there are no panties underneath. 

His other hand finds your right one and guides it, following the same path along your thigh but finishing at your lower lips this time. “Show me how you touch yourself. Show me what you like.”

Your breath catches in your throat, your fingers flexing in the air just above your clit. You can’t help but feel that if this was anyone else, you would refuse, insisting they stop teasing you and touch you themselves. Instead, you lower your hand, wincing slightly when you find your clit more sensitive than you had expected so soon. You think you should say something, but you feel a little shy to speak all of a sudden, so you just slowly rub circles on your clit.

Yonghee hums as he watches your movements over your shoulder. He watches as your fingers move over the little bundle of nerves, gliding through your embarrassingly wet folds, prodding at your entrance but feeling too bashful to slide inside. As your fingers move back up towards your clit, Yonghee’s hand moves between your thighs.

“Since when are you so shy?” He asks lowly, his middle finger testing before sliding inside. You try to swallow down the soft moan of relief. “This is what you want, right?”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of agreement, instead just watching as his finger moves in and out of you slowly, your lips parted as your breathing gradually loses its natural rhythm. Yonghee’s free hand tenderly brushes away a stray strand of hair that falls in your face. He speaks near your ear, his ring finger joining his middle inside your warmth. “There you go. This is what you needed.”

Your fingers keep up the stimulation on your clit, your head falling back on Yonghee’s shoulder as your eyes close. It all feels so good. You would almost feel embarrassed by how wet you are if it didn’t feel so fucking good.

Yonghee presses a light kiss to the side of your face as your hips start moving against his hand, pulling a barely audible grunt out of him. The sound reverberates from your ear all the way down to your core, making you clench around his fingers. Yonghee chuckles quietly, his cheek sliding against yours affectionately. You’re getting overwhelmed quickly, breathing heavily and moaning with need.

Yonghee can sense it.

“Uh-uh,” he chides gently, stilling his fingers inside you as his other hand pulls your hand away from your clit. “Not yet, y/n.”

You sigh in frustration, trying to take things into your own hands as your hips chase his fingers. He tsks, pulling his fingers out of you altogether. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.” He warns, his voice still dripping with sweetness. He gives you a second to stop squirming, waiting for you to resign yourself. When you do, he chuckles again, his fingers finding their way back inside you. “See? It’s not so hard.”

“You’re such an ass,” you breathe out, the sound lacking any intimidation due to the clear arousal in your voice. You twitch as his fingers start moving again, his thumb resting against your clit. He curls his fingers, his other hand wrapped over the top of your thigh. Even without seeing him, you can sense his smugness.

“That’s not very nice, y/n,” he murmurs, punctuating his light scolding with a firm press on your clit. You moan out before you can muffle it, surely fueling his ego. You’re too sensitive from being so close to the edge minutes ago–you can’t afford to keep instigating him when you can’t even sit still in his lap. His fingers continue to stroke and rub you, his hand on your thigh keeping you stable enough as he picks up the pace.

It doesn’t take long before you’re getting close again, your wetness dripping down his fingers and onto his jeans. You hear your stifled moans as if listening from outside of yourself, eager to experience an orgasm at the hands of such a beautiful, frustrating man.

And then he stops, fingers slipping out of you, both hands proactively holding you in place by your hips. “Don’t even think about it.”

You groan but it turns into a whine–something you never do with a man. Your brows are knit together, pained. ‘Yonghee, what the fuck?” You hiss, your hips restless in his lap. Clearly he was right to expect their rebellion. “Why the fuck won’t you let me cum?”

He presses soothing kisses along your jawline. “Because, pretty,” he starts, thumbs rubbing circles on your hips in an effort to comfort your spasming body. “When I make you cum for me, I want it to be a good one.” His lips travel back up to your ear. “Be still for me for a second, okay?” A question, but not. An expectation.

With a huff, you silently agree, your eyes squeezing closed tighter as you summon patience. At least it sounds like he’s planning to let you cum at some point. Going home and taking care of it yourself would not sate you at this point. 

Yonghee’s hands move away from your hips and he shifts underneath you, your body freezing momentarily. This is new. You hear the sound of his zipper and you’d swear you started salivating in your mouth like a dog with its eyes set on a piece of raw meat. One of his hands glides up your arm, moving into your hair as you feel the tip of his cock teasing up and down your slit. “Now, you wanna cum for me, y/n?” 

You nod eagerly this time, your attitude replaced with the need to feel him inside you. You’re not going to do anything to deprive yourself of that. “God, please,” you groan, desperate to have the release he’s denied you.

You can feel him smirk against the side of your face, continuing to tease you with himself for a few more long, torturous moments. He palms the back of your skull, finally positioning himself at your entrance. “Let’s perform a little reset on that brain of yours, mm?” Without a moment of hesitation, he pushes himself into you, inching inside at a snail’s pace clearly designed to make you crazy. And boy does it fucking work.

Your walls pulse and flutter around his slow intrusion, your fingers grasping at the air. The moan that comes out of you is prolonged and desperate, mirroring his extended exhale of breath. Once fully seated inside you, he gives you a few moments to accept him before he starts moving, dragging his cock against your walls much too slowly for the pent-up ache you harbor. “Better?” You can’t tell if he’s genuinely asking, taunting you, or both.

“Yonghee, it’s not– I need–” You stutter, struggling to clearly communicate when you feel like your mind is blacking out.

“Hmm? What do you need, y/n?” He purrs, his hips moving somehow slower, if that’s even possible. You can feel tears pricking your eyes, a complex combination of frustration and arousal.

“Fuck, please,” you rasp, your throat constricting at the realization that your pleading is no more clear than before. He’s just going to keep fucking teasing me.

Thankfully, Yonghee seems to take pity on you. Maybe the strain in your voice was too much for him to ignore. His hands slide over the tops of your thighs, holding the plushness of your inner thighs open for him. He starts thrusting earnestly now, gradually but quickly picking up speed to give you the stimulation you seem to need from him. You’re choking back sobs, the pleasure of him fucking you after being denied orgasm overwhelming your senses and clouding your brain.

“Oh, y/n.” He sounds almost fond of you as he kisses away a few tears that have escaped your eyes. His hands tighten their grasp on your thighs, his cock pushing deeper, pulling a pitched-up moan out of your trembling body. “Let it all out for me.” The edge of arousal in his voice strikes a pleasured chord in you, the sound echoing on loop in your mind.

You’re writhing on his lap, your back arching off his chest as he pants against your ear, driving himself into you relentlessly without being harsh. Your thighs quake against his palms as you feel the all too familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm, a brief flicker of fear flashing through your mind. He wouldn’t dare deny me again. “Yonghee…” A plea.

“Shh.” His head dips, pressing featherlight kisses along your neck and shoulder. “Go ahead, y/n. Cum for me.”

If you weren’t already crying from the pleasure, you could cry from the relief. Your body relaxes at his reassurance before tensing, preparing for the wracking of ecstasy. You barely manage a gasp before your mouth opens wider in a silent moan, your body seemingly ceasing to function aside from tightening around Yonghee’s cock and coating it in your release. You can hear his approving hum as he feels you, hands massaging your thighs to help you through your orgasm. He keeps thrusting as you ride it out, only slowing when he feels you go pliant in his lap.

You’re catching your breath, trying to remember how to use your brain again when you realize that Yonghee has stopped moving. But he didn’t cum. You blink your eyes open, feeling a slight burn from the tears shed. You lift your head from his shoulder, looking down and around you only to find Yonghee flipping through pages of his textbook. “Yonghee?” You don’t think you need to explain what you’re asking. He’s smart.

He smiles, moving his eyes away from the book and back to yours. “What?” He asks, a playful lilt to his tone. You raise your brows, encouraging him to explain. “I did what I was supposed to do, didn’t I?”

You almost smack him, an intrigued smirk forming on your lips. “Really? So now I’m just supposed to get off you and go back to studying?”

“No.” He says, his hands returning to your thighs. “You’re going to sit right here and study.”

For good measure, he rocks his hips into yours, eliciting a small gasp from you. He winks, holding your pencil up for you to take. Oh, he’s deadly serious.

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: Got another Carl Grimes imagine! But imagine Carl is teaching you how to roller skate this time.

Might be typos..

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

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“Wait, wait!” I exclaimed, clutching onto Carls arm, so much so that I probably almost drew blood. “Don’t let me go!”

Whilst Carl and I were having a bit of a stroll down a road near Alexandria, Carl had stumbled upon a suitcase with roller skates in it. I was never good at using them, I did make progress with them, but I would most of the time end up with my behind, meeting the ground.

“I won’t.” He said, trying to hold me still, while balancing himself in the process. “Stay still!” I exclaim, and gives me that one look.

“I can’t stay still, if you’re holding onto me trying to stay still!” He says with a laugh, but it was caught in his throat, when we were about to fall over.

“Woah!” We exclaimed, clinging onto each other for dear life. “Okay, okay. Let’s prop you up against a tree.” I nod, as he slowly brings me over to one, and I quickly wrap my arms around it.

“You’re a visual learner, right?” He asked, seemingly tired, and I nod my head. “Maybe I could show you, and you can copy me?”

Yeah, they doesn’t seem to hard, he’ll show me how to pick up speed and stop, if I got to fast and need to stop before I hurt myself.

“Alright, now they you know the basics, I need you to try and do what I did, m’kay?”

I nod, “Yeah, I got that, but you didn’t show me one thing.”

Carl furrows his brows in confusion, racking his brain for what he could have possibly not shown me already. “What’s that?”

“How to let go of a tree, without falling while on roller skates.” I said, with a lopsided grin, trying to let go on my own, but fails and immediately grabs back onto the tree.

“Alright, I’m coming.” He takes his skates off, and puts his shoes back on, now with the intent on teaching me who to skate. He walks over to me, about to reach for my hand, but remembering what happened not to long ago, and instead tried wrapping his arms around my waist, and brought me to the road.

“Is this to help me, or did you just want a hug?” I teased, and he rolled his eye.

“It’s to help you.” He replied, holding me steady.

“Aw, my knight in shining armor, here to rescue me in this dire need of learning to travel, with wheeled booties, otherwise known as roller skates.” I said, really trying to keep from laughing.

“You done yet?”

“Not until you show me, where your noble steed is.” I replied, and he sighed loudly, going back to teaching me to skate.

“I’m going to let go of you now. Try and do what I showed you.” He said, slowly backing up, and I start to wobble. “I’m not going far, just within arms length.” I nod, and try and keep my legs steady.

I move one leg back and one in front and alternate between the two, to get used to the motion. “Good, now try and push yourself forward, with your back leg.” I do, but almost fall, due to me pushing myself a little two much.

I reset myself and then push again, with less force this time. Then I do it with my other leg and continued alternate.

“You’re getting good at this.” He said, and I smiled proudly at him, and make my way back over to him slowly, but surely.

“I do have one hell of a good teacher. Have you ever thought of being a teacher before?” He shrugged, unsure.

“It’s probably crossed my mind before, but that’s probably it.”

“Well, if the zombie apocalypse ever ends, that’s what you should major in. Teaching.”

“Okay, well how am I going to pay for it?”

“Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it, okay?” I said, not even noticing that I had been skating on my own, as we talked.

“Look at me go!” I exclaimed, and slowly began to speed up.

“Careful, you’re still new to skating.” He said and I stopped moving and turned to him.

“How about… first one home gets the candy bar?”

“It’s my candy bar!”

“Well, now I’m racing you for it.” I said, getting into position.

“Come on, that’s not fair.”

“Ready…” I started and he rolled his eyes, picking up his skates and got into position.

“Set… Look a walker!” I exclaimed and he actually fell for it. And I quickly skated away to Alexandria.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” He exclaimed trying to catch up with me, whilst still on foot.