#honestly i think it's better for me to leave it as a surprise

[kamospeach]

too many white lies and white lines .ᐟ

plot: bestfriend!satoru helps his best friend get over her crush on Ryomen Sukuna

content warning: angst, mentinos of: drug and alcohol use, violence, fingering, oral f!recieving, piv sex, domestic violence

peachy's yap: wc 1.2k.ᐟ no thoughts except Gojo. this just a short little thought! just tryna clear out my drafts sighhh.

bestfriend!satoru who can't fathom why you're not together already. who waits for you, anywhere at any time, no matter how weird-looking or sketchy it is.

bestfriend!satoru shows his love by holding you in his arms during group movie nights or having you sit in his lap when there were more than enough seats. or when he kissed your cheek when you were leaving his house to go down the street to yours.

bestfriend!satoru knew you didn't see him like that, and you didn't feel the butterflies like you felt with sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru understood how you felt, ryo was tall and muscular and totally your type.

bestfriend!satoru, suguru, and you who were born in the same year. your parents were best friends and made you all have a tight-knit friendship. years later, you acquired more friends like shoko, utahime, sukuna, and kento, who always brought along haibara.

bestfriend!satoru and suguru's would drive you all to a party or even a small diner that was open late at night. tonight you were all heading to a club which was a new scene for you. you used this as an an opportunity to seduce sukuna into wanting you.

bestfriend!satoru was forced to sit in the front with utahime. you clung onto sukuna's muscular arm, staring up at his chiseled jawline with heart eyes. you even follow behind him as you walk to the front door of the club. but sukuna made it obvious you weren't his interest. he's feet in front of you as you talk to the back of his head.

bestfriend!satoru knows of your energy-depleting crush on sukuna. his arm snakes around your waist placing a kiss on your forehead in comfort. you once again not noticing the gesture was romantic and not platonic.

"you think he'll ever notice me satoru?" you asked and he shook his head.

"i don't think so, love. ryo only treats women as toys it's better you don't get involved with him anyway. i'm sorry to disappoint you."

bestfriend!satoru rubs small circles on the exposed skin of where he held your waist. you both walked into the club, of course, on the VIP list due to the status you all held. 

"well i just thought maybe since we've been friends for so long, he'd treat me... differently," you admitted and he nodded. satoru hated to admit it but you were bringing the mood down.

"hey let's not think about it okay? we wanted a night out so let's enjoy it." he smiled and you nodded walking in sitting in the section.

bestfriend!satoru said to enjoy it but this is not what you thought he meant. the coke, the shots of liquor that never stopped coming, some passed out, eyes rolled to the back of their heads.

bestfriend!satoru was more surprised, sukuna, who was a fuckin' unit was high head thrown back. eyes bloodshot white powder under his nose as he twitched lightly here and there.

bestfriend!satoru, suguru, and you looked at each other in absolute horror these were not the people you thought you knew. you three slipped out of the club not wanting to 'disturb' their high. honestly, the night felt like a fever dream to you and you were in utter shock.

bestfriend!satoru could see the fear on your face, probably from the way utahime reached across the table trying to bring her key to your nose. you slapped it away looking at her incredulously as she grew angry. she yelled at you saying 'do you have any idea how much a pinch of this cost!' you not caring to know, only shrugged refusing to even look at the white substance on the table.

bestfriend!satoru held your waist as suguru asked if you guys were coming to his place and you shook your head. you really wanted to lay in your bed and reel in your thoughts.

bestfriend!satoru knew that was what you needed. he wanted to be everything ryomen sukuna couldn't be for you. he wanted to be your savior and tonight that's what he'd be.

"i got her." he smiled and suguru nodded walking over to his car.

bestfriend!satoru took you home offering to come in and stay with you and you of course said yes. he sat on your bed while you took your shower looking around the room he's slept in many nights before.

bestfriend!satoru listened to you rant about the night as he watched you get dressed. hardon pressing against his pants as he watched you jump to put on those small shorts that barely covered your ass. he really wished you kept them off.

bestfriend!satoru opened his arms inviting you to lay with him your cheek pressed against his chest. no tv no lights just you wrapped in satoru and the darkness.

bestfriend!satoru who was feeling bold and knew you needed a distraction slowly rubbed your back moving lower and lower by the minute. your eyes had adjusted to the dark and you could see his big blue eyes looking at you.

bestfriend!satoru moved his hand to your ass gripping it as you moaned. you loved the feeling of his soft hands on your ass. the way he rubbed slowly some of his fingers grazing under the shorts.

bestfriend!satoru couldn't hold back anymore as he flipped the both of you over. pressing the tent of his hard cock on the prominent imprint of your pussy on your shorts. he ground his hips into yours groaning at the feeling.

"is... is it okay for me to fuck you?" he asked and you nodded needing him just as bad.

bestfriend!satoru knew you did this because you wanted to get over sukuna. but he didn't care. he didn't care you were only letting him pull down your shorts and panties because you wanted to get over sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care that you were only letting him finger your needy wet pussy and suck on your hard nipples because you wanted to get over sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care you were only letting him taste your sweet pussy and you only squirted in his mouth saying how much you loved it because you wanted to get over sukuna.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care that you let him fuck your tight cunt senseless because you wanted to get over sukuna. or that you yelled out 'fuck ryo' while he fucked you because you imagined sukuna and not him.

bestfriend!satoru didn't care that you let him nut in you and you told him you loved him. didn't care that you clung to him like a koala and whispered how good he made you feel just because you needed to get over that man. ryomen sukuna.

ex-bestfriend!satoru did care when you went to sukuna the day after and got with him. he did care when sukuna took you on dates and told you how much he loved you.

ex-bestfriend!satoru did care when sukuna told you that you couldn't be friends with satoru and suguru anymore. he cared when he saw your energy-depleted face around town

ex-bestfriend!satoru did care when sukuna forced you to stay in the house at all times. he cared when you texted him and told him that sukuna was drunk and you were scared he'd hit you.

bestfriend!satoru did care when he bursted into your apartment beating the shit out of sukuna. he cared when he saw your shaking body hiding in your closet.

bestfriend!satoru did care when you told him you loved him and he couldn't deny he still loved you after everything the two of you had been through.

[damnfeelings09]

Valentine's day countdown: First date - Shadow the Hedghog

Pairing: Shadow the hedghog x female reader Tags: fluff, comfort, awkward crush. Word count: 750. Prompt: you and Shadow have been friends for a while, and although he has a massive crush on you and is dying to have you as more than a friend he's not willing to take that step (secretly he's very insecure okay) after a little encouragement from Sonic he asked you out he never imagined how it would end. Notes: First valentine's day prompt and what better way to start it than with my eternal love Shadow. I'm love/romance depraved so these promts will be fluff in its cheesiest and purest form (like melting chocolate in a super sweet cotton candy ice cream with a Cherry on top kind of sickeningly sweet) This time I'll try a different style so let me know if you like it.

Shadow wasn't afraid of anything. He was the ultimate lifeform after all, then… why did his pulse quicken every time he was near you? Why did he feel his palms get wet each time you smiled at him? Why did his fight or flight response activated every time you were there?

Shadow wasn't afraid of anything. But maybe, maybe he was afraid of what he felt for you, afraid that he would become addicted to the feeling of you caressing his cheek, afraid that he couldn't go on without seeing the sparkle in your eyes every day, afraid of getting used to the warmth of your hand on his, afraid that if he said a word of what he felt he would lose you, because let's be honest, who could love a monster like him?

He was unsure, and every time that happened he went to Rouge, however the bat was not at home, so he went to his second best worst option. Sonic

Sonic with his usual cocky grin as Shadow explained the situation. Sonic, the same Sonic that he punched every chance he got just to release some stress and because he enjoyed it, the same Sonic that screwed up time and time again running away from Amy was the one that Shadow had decided to approach for romantic advice.

“Just don't think too much about it Shads” Sonic had said ”She likes you, trust me”

“Easier said than done”

“Well, it's either that or you'll be stuck with ' what could’ve been' forever.”

Honestly, Sonic hadn't been much help, but at least he had planted the seed of doubt in Shadow. What would be the worst that could happen if he kept his feelings to himself? You would probably find someone, that someone would take your hand, receive your caresses, taste your lips and you would forget about him, leaving him aside, alone, unloved.

No. Shadow wouldn't let that happen, the little bit of love he got from you was too addictive and he wasn't about to let anyone else have it. He had made up his mind and although the chances of you feeling the same were low they still weren't 0. He still had no idea how he managed to do it, well maybe he had a little idea. He knew he had walked you home, he knew he had said a few embarrassing things as you walked together making you laugh, what he didn't know was where he had gotten the courage to ask you out when you were about to enter your house.

“See you tomorrow Shadow,” you said waving goodbye to him.

“Wait” he said almost in a whisper. You turned, shaking your head to the side “I... ah...” he scratched his head.

“Is everything okay?”

“I wanted to... I wanted to ask you out.”

“Sure! You know I love going out with you Shadow”

“As... in a date”

“Oh...” oh? What did that mean, it wasn't the yes he was expecting but it wasn't a denial either, it was as if he had surprised you, as if you didn't imagine he could have feelings for-

“I'd love to” you cut off his thought bringing him back to earth. The smile on your face showed shyness but the pink blush on your cheeks and the loud thumping of your heart confirmed to Shadow that his feelings were reciprocated. “I... I'd like you for a while, just didn't know of you might... like me too” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear meeting your gaze with Shadow's causing him to blush. If this were a cartoon his eyes would have turned into hearts and little blue birds would fly around his head.

“I've been feeling like this for a while too, just...”

“It’s okay” you smiled “I'll see you tomorrow for our date” you walked up to him and deposited a kiss on his cheek, waving your fingers in a goodbye motion and closing the door behind you. Little did he know that you slid down the door frame, hand on your heart triyng to stop the rush in your body.

Shadow stood outside your door, his hand holding the very spot where your lips had touched his cheek trying to capture the warmth of your touch, his stomach felt funny as if something was churning inside him just remembering your kiss. It was then that he realized that maybe allowing himself to be happy wasn't such a bad thing.

[rvmanoffbarnes]

Shameless || Jun-ho x reader

Summary: Y/N is sleeping peacefully next to her coworker Jun-ho, after a rough day at the police station. However, she begins to feel a need and pleasant pain in her lower area. Would Jun-ho help her with that problem?

Warning!!! This one shot contains explicit content and sex scenes. Please MDNI.

(SMUT! mentions of pussy, fingering, dick and dirty talk 18+)

I'm in a dream.

I know I'm dreaming but it feels so real.

Jun-ho's lips take over my mouth while his hands roam every corner of my skin. I am completely naked, while he is only wearing his pants on. Our bodies move eager to be explored by the other. So i decide to slide my hand over his toned chest and linger there while my legs spread themselves wider and wider as he moves on top of me.

"I'm dying to be inside you" he says on my lips.

Jun-ho lowers his hand to my thighs and caresses them tenderly. I can't help but whimper because of the latent sensation of pain that spreads through my lower area.

Jun-ho frowns in amusement at my reaction. "Do you need me to take care of her?" He asks, touching my pussy without any shamelessness, but maintaining the softness of his touch.

I nod eager.

"Oh, my poor sweet thing"

Jun-ho laughs and starts kissing my neck without saying another word. He lowers his lips over my breasts to slide down my stomach until he is at the level of my pelvis. He bends his body and grabs my thighs to rest them on his shoulders. He looks at me one last time and asks with his eyes if he can continue, to which I accept without thinking twice. He kisses the inside of my thigh.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of her." Without further ado, he starts sucking my pussy. I squirm in place, but he stops my movements with his arms imprisoning my thighs.

"Oh Jun-ho," I moan. He plays with his tongue, shamelessly sticking it into my clitoris.

“Y/N” I hear him moan.

"Jun-ho"

I can't help but let out a moan.

“Y/N.”

This time he sounds like he's worried. I look at him confused and realize. I open my eyes agitated and see how Jun-ho next to me has a worried look. I get up, resting my hand on the bed to look at him better. I feel the heat spread across my cheeks as I realize that he's probably been listening to me this whole time. And maybe he felt me ​​move too.

"Are you okay?" he asks me.

"Yes, yes. Everything is fine" I say licking my lips.

Jun-ho looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"You looked agitated and you were whispering my name," he points out.

He touches my forehead with his hand "You don't seem to have a temperature."

I laugh nervously running my hand through my hair and shake my head.

"It's nothing. I was just dreaming," I tell him honestly.

Jun-ho settles down on the bed and keeps looking at me.

"A nightmare?" he asks.

I suppress a smile and shake my head again. "No, no, nothing like that," I tell him.

I lie down again on my back looking at the ceiling. The rain is heard louder through the room.

"I'm sorry if I woke you up."

Jun-ho lies a little closer to me this time. "Don't worry. I was having a hard time falling asleep," he admits quietly.

I turn my back to him and try to close my eyes, grateful that he hasn't heard my dream. I still don't know for sure if he had deciphered it, because he looked worried when he saw my state a few seconds ago.

"Rest, Jun-ho."

Jun-ho just makes a sound with his mouth. I sigh and notice how he moves on the bed, feeling how he is closer to me. It doesn't bother me, but it leaves me suddenly bewildered. After a few minutes, I feel his arm slip around my waist, hugging me towards him.

"Jun-ho..." I whisper.

“Just rest Y/N” he ​​orders. I swallow and close my eyes.

A whirlwind of emotions suddenly invades me at the intimate gesture he has with me. On a day-to-day basis he appears confident and sometimes serious when we are patrolling, but always keeping a smile for me.

What surprises me is when he proceeds to venture his hand between my legs. With my hand I stop its movement quickly.

"What are you doing?" I asked him agitated.

"I'm trying to help you," he says against my ear.

"Help me with what?" I think I know the answer.

"Help you like I did in your dream" I am perplexed in my place. Jun-ho lets go of me and continues doing his job.

"Tell me if you want me to stop. I will only do it if you ask me to" he leaves his firm hand a few centimeters from my pelvis.

I don't pronounce any words. I don't know if it's because i can't or i don't want him to stop.

I leave my hand on my stomach and let him continue with what he's trying to do. He runs his hand nimbly through my sweatshirt and enters, feeling the heat that my area emits. His fingers caress my pussy over the panties I'm wearing. I whimper at the soft touch, since I was sensitive from the dream I had. I wasn't wet, but I knew that if he kept moving his fingers I would be in a few seconds.

"Okay, I'll take care of her," he whispers, placing a kiss on my neck.

Jun-ho starts running my panties aside and starts playing with my folds. My thighs squeeze his hand as if telling him not to stop. That felt very good. He lets out a mischievous laugh in my ear.

"I was flattered to hear my name leave your lips while you were sleeping" he kisses my ear, continuing to caress my pussy "Could you say my name now, please?"

He puts two fingers in me and start exploring that hidden corner of my body. I move in my place, but he doesn't allow me, clinging more to his chest. He manages to put his other arm under my body and firmly grab my tit over my shirt.

“Jun-ho,” I moan. I hear a smile from him.

"Just like that, baby" I raise my hand until it's gripped in his hair, pulling it every time he enters and leaves me with just his fingers. Then he molds his entire hand around my cunt, stroking hard and desperately.

"Jun-ho...please" I whimper. He continues with more determination. I can feel like I'm about to cum. Jun-ho bites my ear and his breathing sounds heavy.

"Do you want to cum?" He asks and I manage to nod my head. He leaves a soft kiss on my neck and then says "Cum on my fingers, beautiful"

He plays with my folds, stimulating me so that I can reach the long-awaited climax. I feel how my toes curl because of the pressure I have on my pussy. Jun-ho continues molding my tit to his liking while his fingers enter more aggressively, but without losing their sweet touch. I grab his hair like my life depends on it.

"I'm....." I can't finish the sentence.

"Do it. Cum" I feel him rub his front against my ass, suddenly feeling how hard his member is.

I whimper when I feel my pussy let out everything I had accumulated with the dream I had and Jun-ho's magnificent fingers. Jun-ho sighs behind me and removes his fingers from inside me to listen to how he sucks them with pleasure. I turn my head and try to catch my breath, noticing how he enjoys the taste of me. I smile slightly at that. Jun-ho also smiles.

"Better?" He asks in an amused tone.

"Much better" I reply.

He hugs me towards him and I still feel how hard he is.

"Jun-ho"

"Mhm?"

"Do you want me to help you with this?" I move my butt on his pants-covered dick, to which I hear a grunt from him.

"I'd love to " I smile and take care of it.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Weekend Ramblings

GelBoys Episode 1

Great first episode. I like that they're using public transport and walking outside a lot, it feels more alive and realistic even if I have no real frame of reference. I like that the nails are telling the passage of time and this is going fast. The first episode spanned 3 months at least judging from that, probably more.The visuals are really good and I really like the editing, and the way it's shot almost makes me feel like I'm watching a documentary. Seems like this will be messy and angsty teenagers kinda bl and I'm ready.

Perfect 10 Liners Episode 16

I'm still comfortable in my hypocrisy and will use this gif whenever it suits me. Cause Faifa is me, in any other show but this one.

There's something about a brooder begrudgingly falling for the ray of sunshine he swore he’d never need, that I just adore. Add to that the fact that the brooder is played by Perth and I'm in uni bl heaven. I loved this arc so damn much. These two make such an adorable couple and Perth and Santa are great together. I'm surprised with their chemistry but also not, cause I think both of them can probably have chemistry with anyone. If they stay a pair for now I'm on board. Although I do enjoy seeing Perth kissing different boys. We had another parental forgiveness moment which I hate but at least she's moving away and I won't have to see her again. I love Faifa and as much as I hate saying goodbye to YothaGun, it's gonna be fun to watch him and Wine. I do hope just like ArcArm, I still get some crumbs from those two.

Boy Next World Episode 6

Say what you will about Mame but she can deliver a sex scene like no one else. I like that Phu has agency here and that there's real communication happening around and during the nc scenes. Boss and Noeul also deliver as usual but I find the dynamic a little too similar to LITA, and I don't love that. I think it happens more when it comes to Noeul, although I concede that I'm often too distracted by Boss's face to notice much of anything at all, but there are moments that I'm seeing Rain instead of Phu. Fake dating seems to be the go-to these days to keep psychos away and I'm not mad about it. That mother though. His stalking tendencies notwithstanding, it’s a wonder Cir is a functioning human at all. I really like the sides and I adore Jin.

Sangmin Dinneaw Episode 7

This show continues to be the weirdest. And I don't know what I did to deserve this but I think I got a double prize today. Amnesia plot my beloathed and some noble idiocy to follow. At least when it comes to the amnesia we were warned. Although I'm not sure when he actually remembered, so he might not have had amnesia at all. Honestly, who knows with this show? Half the time, I have no idea what's happening, and the other half, I wish I didn't. That scene with the sides gave us the usual whiplash, and the scene with the mother was just insane. It's psycho mom's day, apparently. At least with this one, we got to see some mom-on-mom fighting. It's all bonkers but at least there's only one more episode to go. Sangmin better have a damn good reason for leaving, although I doubt it. At least let me have some fluff from these two, cause they are cute. Also why is the hotel dude still breathing?

[djarins-cyare]

I thought it would be harder to pick and then I saw "Be-All And Endor pegging bonus scene" and anyway here I am. 😍

Ahaha, I hoped someone would ask about this one from my WIP folder! 🧡💚

This is set several months after the main story ends. My plan was – and still is (eventually) – to write some random scenes from Din and Reader’s future in lieu of a sequel.

Several readers commented they would’ve liked to have read the scene in the final chapter where Reader tells Din to go shower and meet her in their cabin to cross off another item on their “things that’ll happen eventually” list, which suggests some type of ass play for Din, based on an earlier comment in chapter 37 where he indicates he’d be interested in trying it.

As usual, the smut slowed me down when I started drafting it. Honestly, I don’t think I know enough about pegging to adequately describe it, so I put it on the back burner until I could do sufficient research.

That said, when I got your ask, I went back and checked how much I had already written, and I realised I actually have a decent-length scene leading up to the smut… it just fades to black (again) when they’re about to start.

So, Kate, since it’s you and you definitely deserve a reward for all your cheerleading of Be-All (for which I’m forever grateful), I’ve decided to give you not just a snippet but the whole of the 1k+ word scene that I’ve got so far. I’m not posting it on AO3 yet – I’ll do that later once I’ve written the second half of it and converted the AO3 version into a series – so for now, please enjoy this Tumblr exclusive bonus content!

⚠️ Please note the following contains heavy spoilers for anyone who hasn’t read the original story!

Be-All And Endor Bonus Chapter (excerpt): The Solace

Rating: Mature (18+) Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader Word count: 1,150 Tags/warnings: References to sex, anal play, pegging (nothing explicit); brief reference to a past attempted SA; the dildo is referred to as a cock; some swearing and explicit language; one (1) Mando’a insult

You find the toy tucked away in the back of your drawer, hidden from prying eyes for weeks. Even though Din knows you acquired it before leaving Glavis, you’d insisted on keeping it a surprise until you could finally try it out.

But things had got in the way.

His painful Darksaber injury, worse than Nantoogen’s concussive blaster bolt on Endor. His discovery of that mythosaur marker in Kolzoc Alley, faded and ominous. His bitter disappointment at reaching the lowest level of the substrata and finding it empty. The thrill of uncovering hastily painted coordinates that revealed his tribe’s new location.

Just like that, your fun and games were on hold.

In the weeks since, everything that’s happened has overwhelmed you both – physically and emotionally – for better and for worse. The covert, the recognition of your union, your shiny new helmet… Din’s exile.

The Armorer’s final words and your defiant retort still ring tragically in your ears almost a day later, as if your helmet has trapped them there:

“You have not yet sworn the Creed; therefore, you are not an apostate. You may stay.”

“But I have sworn riduurok to Din Djarin and the gai bal manda to Grogu; therefore, I am a wife and mother. I am loyal to my clan and could never abandon them for a tribe that exiles one of its own despite his wish to atone. You taught me that loyalty and solidarity are the Way, and I will honour that. So, I thank you for your offer, but nariti lo’shebs’ul.”

You can still feel the sting of tears on your cheeks, still see Din’s dejected body stiffen as you told his alor to shove her offer up her ass. Amid the grief, you sensed a spike of shock – even pride – flicker within him for a fleeting moment.

Now back in hyperspace’s safe and superluminal embrace, you both need the relief of the release you’re about to partake in. But he needs it more.

He still hasn’t really talked. Not properly – not like you know he can. He’s been barely responsive, stiff, twitchy, and every subtle quiver speaks of his deep turmoil. Apostate. It’s an awful label. His inner storm has been yours to share through your connection, but you’ve resisted. You saw his need for solitude on Anantapar, so you’d granted him several hours alone in the cockpit – helmet on.

After several failed check-ins for food and comfort, it was to this suggestion alone that Din had responded. Once you’d assured him that Grogu was asleep in his cubicle, he’d immediately risen from his chair, awaiting instructions. You’d told him to shower and to meet you in the cabin without his helmet, where you’d unveil your purchase from Glavis.

Now, with a determined breath, you face the final hurdle: figuring out how to attach the damn thing.

You’d liked the look of the ‘strapless’ versions, but the vendor had advised that a strap would be best. More stability and a better experience for your husband, she’d insisted. Fewer distractions for you while it’s his turn, she’d winked. Fair point. You’re not sure you could concentrate solely on his pleasure with something nestled inside your pussy, rubbing your G-spot to distraction.

It takes a few minutes of fiddling, but you successfully secure the harness. It’s actually more comfortable than it looks.

You turn back to the drawer and run your fingers along the dildo’s length, marvelling at the silky texture. It cost a kriffing fortune, so it’d better be worth the credits. A snort escapes you at the thought that Nantoogen’s bounty reward paid for this. It’s almost poetic that the man who tried to sexually assault you has now purchased you your very own cock.

Once it’s nestled securely within the harness, you spend several minutes pacing around the cabin, watching it bob along in front of you. Kriff, you’re oscillating between nervous, curious, and aroused. It makes you feel… powerful.

You and Din have an established sexual dynamic, though, and he’s always in control, even when he’s seemingly not. He has also previously rejected the idea of using toys in the bedroom, fully confident that (for you, at least) he can do better with his own dick. But as much as he’s enjoyed taking your fingers in his ass on occasion, he’d eventually agreed that something more substantial would guarantee him a more gratifying time.

Given his general dislike of sex aids, you’d asked the vendor for a realistic dildo to match your skin tone, especially since you know he’s been attracted to men in the past. Hopefully, this will help him feel less like he’s having something plastic shoved up him and more like he’s enjoying someone’s body.

With the trusty Tatooine lube at the ready on the nightstand, you strip off everything but your bra and your new appendage, then perch on the edge of the bed and wait.

You’re so accustomed to every rattle on the Crest by now that even his bare feet can’t hide his ascent up the ladder, and your pulse quickens in readiness. You stand, wanting to present him with the full spectacle upon entry to the cabin.

Din steps through the door as it slides open, but he stops dead the second he catches sight of you. His uncovered gaze plummets straight down to your cock, eyes widening in surprise, brows rising in tandem with a sharp inhale.

He swallows, staring… staring…

You gulp, hoping… hoping…

And then you see it – the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. It’s nothing compared to the wide grin you’re used to seeing on your husband’s face, but you reach out with your mind, trying to decipher that almost-smile. There’s still a heavy soup of grief, but there’s more now, too. Intrigue, anticipation… a hint of excitement. Sexual excitement.

“Do you like it?” you venture, gently steering him toward those positive feelings.

He swallows again and nods, still staring. “It looks… real.” Taking a careful step forward, he comes within touching distance yet still only uses his eyes. “I like how real it looks.”

A rush of relief pulses through you. Those credits were well spent.

With a grin, you comment, “Well, it doesn’t have balls, but I don’t need those to fuck you. My metaphorical ones are big enough.”

Din’s eyes finally rise to meet yours as he steps even closer, the smirk on his lips now more obvious, and you catch another spike of his pride over how you handled your exit from the covert. “I fucking love you,” he declares, pressing a hard, grateful kiss to your lips before pulling back abruptly. “Where do you want me?”

“On your knees, on the bed,” you command, knowing full well that this is an illusion of power he’s giving you. “I wanna see that tight little ass in the air.”

His smirk grows. “Yes, Sir.”

Mando’a translations, in case they aren’t obvious:

riduurok [REE-doo-rok] – marriage agreement

gai bal manda [guy bal MAN-dah] – adoption ceremony (lit. “name and soul”)

nariti lo’shebs’ul [nah-REE-tee loh-SHEBS-ool] – shove it up your ass

Notes:

“Trusty Tatooine lube” is a reference to the scene in the final chapter that I mentioned above – Reader picked some up before they left, which is why she suggested that particular activity as soon as they’d left the planet.

In case anyone’s forgotten, Din tells Reader in chapter 30 (after their shower sex) that whatever sex aids she used before he came along have no place in their relationship, indicating his general dislike of sex toys. I don’t think he’s a prude, but this version of Din has a preconceived notion that he needs to be the best lover he can be without any ‘cheating’. Reader could easily talk him into using toys on her, of course, simply by educating him a little better – just as she’s done regarding other things he’s been somewhat naive about. But here, she decides to respect his prior avoidance and give him an experience that feels as ‘real’ as possible. Perhaps this will help him realise that toys might be fun for her, too!

Reader also refers to having “seen his need for solitude on Anantapar”, which, as a reminder, refers to when he had a teensy bit of an emotional breakdown at the tail end of their honeymoon in chapter 38.

I adapted the lovely insulting Mando’a phrase from a previously existing phrase in Karen Travis’s novel ‘Order 66’ – Kovid lo’shebs’ul narit – which is supposed to mean ‘shove your head up your ass’, but the grammar is a little off. So I put the verb in the correct place and properly conjugated it, then removed the word for ‘head’ (it doesn’t need an object as she’s just said the word “offer”, so it’s clear what she’s talking about).

Holy crap, I’m scared now I’ve put this up. This is the first new Be-All content since July 2023! 😭 Fun timing, though, because I have another two Be-All bonus posts coming out in the next few days as the fic is about to hit a milestone, so stay tuned!

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@skidspace thank you for sharing this lovely piece!!! Oh my god this is so good!!!

Context: missing scene from part 3 of this

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Hello! I was the anon that mentioned writing an extra scene involving Trick. I ended up adding more to it as I started writing and editing. Again I’m not much of an author so I apologize for any mistakes or confusing parts but I hope you enjoy!

Thanks again for the wonderful story that inspired this

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Steve had to wipe his eyes before he dared to leave the bathroom.

Eddie’s letter was… a lot to take in. He’d be lying if he said the apology didn’t feel good. Hell he’s been yearning for one ever since that last night he saw Eddie.

Even so, it didn’t make that initial hurt go away. Nothing had. Not the time away, not the idea of moving on. Nothing could fill the chasm that used to be filled with Eddie’s love. To know that Eddie was hurting to? It didn’t make him feel any better.

After what Steve deemed enough time to compose himself and not look like a total wreck in front of the customers, he carefully folded the letter back into his apron and left the bathroom. He must’ve been in there longer than he thought because Trick’s booth was now empty.

Steve sighed and thought to himself, he’s still on the clock so he might as well actually do his job. And went to go clear off the table.

As he stacked the dishes and cup a with practiced ease, Steve noticed something amongst the mess. It was a napkin with the words “Rock on, Steve!” written in the corner, and crudely drawn doodle of a hand making the devil horns sign in black ink. Next to the napkin were a few crumpled bills and some change, plenty to cover the cost of Trick’s meal and a tip.

Steve felt his eyes start to well up again. Dammit, he can’t handle this much emotional whiplash in just one 5-hour shift. First Eddie’s letter and now a guy he honestly thought hated his guys was taking the time to apologize and be genuinely kind to him.

Steve set the dishes back on the table and just stared at the napkin note, but he was taken out of his spiral by a loud “Are you kidding me?!” coming from the front of the diner followed by the sound of someone slapping glass.

He peaked around the corner of the booth only to see none other than Trick staring at the ancient pinball machine they kept in the waiting area like it had just insulted his mother.

Steve however, couldn’t help but laugh, which caused Trick to finally break eye contact with the offending contraption and whip his head around. At first, he had a nasty scowl on his face that Steve was SURE many a jock at Tricks own high school had experienced. But once he saw that it was Steve and realized the laugh wasn’t a mocking one, his scowl turned into a cheeky smirk with too much teeth showing, but was friendly nonetheless.

He turned and fully faced Steve.

“Your machine is busted, dude.” He said, slapping the glass top of the pinball machine once again.

“I don’t know man,” Steve surprised himself with how easy he found a joke tone to his words, “I’ve seen a few 10 year olds absolutely destroy the high score on that thing. I think this is just a user issue.”

“Oh fuck off.” Trick’s smile grew wider with the jest, only to be followed by someone loudly clearing their throat. Steve and Trick both turned their heads to see Jenny with her arms crossed and brows furrowed, gaze pinned on Trick.

The other man’s face fell from jovial to a harden nonchalance. Steve recognized the change all too well from when people would give Eddie a hard time in public back home. Like Eddie, the shift in Trick looked well-practiced.

Trick put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and cleared his throat, looking back at Steve once more. “I should probably get going, but uh- could I ask you something first?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Is Eddie doing okay?”

Steve felt a pit form in his stomach at the question. He really didn’t want to air out everything that happened between him and Eddie with a guy he had JUST gotten on friendly terms with.

“W-what do you mean?” He settled on.

Trick gestured up towards his face.

“It’s just that no one has seen him at a party since the night he rocked my shiiii-“ his eyes flick over to where Jenny was still glaring, “I mean, since he called me out for how we were treating you.”

“I, um,” Steve’s hand reflexively went to the letter in his apron, “I don’t really know. I haven’t seen him in…a while.”

Something in how Steve had said that must’ve tipped Trick off to the situation, even just a little. His face took on a concerned look.

“Oh. Well, if you see him or talk to him soon, can you tell him I’m sorry?”

“For what?”

“For driving him away too. Even without the whole ‘boyfriend thing’, for people like us - people like Eddie - it’s hard to find a place that will accept you for who you are, let alone make you feel welcomed. We shouldn’t have made him feel like he had to be one thing or that he had to hide an important part of his life.”

Steve was silent , standing there contemplating the potential of all that might have happened to Eddie since he walked out of their apartment and never came back. Putting the pieces he had together, it seemed that Eddie had not only punched one of his cool new metal friends for Steve’s sake, but had completely stopped hanging out with his all of his cool new metal friends after they bad mouthed Steve to Eddie’s face. Steve was always under the impression that Eddie had known about the ridicule Trick and his friends subjected him to. But he either just didn’t know the severity of it all, or he didn’t care enough to come to Steve’s defense.

Steve was starting to think that was wrong.

Why didn’t Eddie say any of this in his letter? Would it have made the situation better? Would Steve have believed him if he hasn’t just had this whole eye opening apology and conversation with Trick?

The thought threatened to tip his emotions over the edge again so he shook his head a bit, desperate to clear his thoughts

He finally replied, “I’ll tell him.”

Some of Trick’s toothy smile retuned to his face. “Thanks Steve.” He then threw up the devil horns with his right hand and turned to leave.

As he walked away, Trick turned his head one last time to say “I get it if you don’t wanna come back, but I hope I’ll see you around.”

The bell above the door jingled as it was opened, then closed, and then Trick was gone.

-

Steve had to take a few deep breathes before he went back and finished clearing out the booth. Upon returning to behind the counter, Jenny slid up to him with her arms crossed again.

“God, I thought he’d never leave. That guy didn’t give you a hard time, did he?”

Steve didn’t mean to, but a bitter tone slips into his voice.

“No, Jenny. He didn’t.”

Jenny huffed.

“Good, cuz you never know with those types. They always look like they’re gonna-“

“Just because he looks mean and scary doesn’t mean that’s how he really is! You can’t just judge people like that Jenny!” Steve snapped and instantly felt bad for it. The wide-eyed look Jenny was giving him only made it worse.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“No, you’re right. I mean, yeah the yelling was a little rude, but I shouldn’t judge someone just by how they look or dress,” Jenny shrugged, “I mean just look at Rob. He dresses like a dorky pencil pusher who wouldn’t hurt a fly but you and I both know he packs the meanest left hook when the day drunks get too handsy.”

Steve couldn’t help but let out a loud belly laugh at that. God, he really does love working a shift with Jenny.

-

Steve normally took the bus back to Robin’s dorm after work, but the weather was nice enough and his head was full enough that he decided he needed the walk. There were just too many things that happened today he had to work through.

First there was Eddie’s letter and apology, then Trick’s appearance and apology. Those two things alone were enough for one day. But there was also something else. Something Trick said combine with how he acted, how others had acted towards him, that Steve couldn’t get out of his mind.

“For people like Eddie, it’s hard to find a place that accepts you for who you are, let alone makes you feel welcomed.”

Now Steve knew that most of the crowds he ran with back in Hawkins couldn’t be counted as good friends. But he never entered a group of people and felt unwelcomed. He didn’t have people scoff at him or shuffle away when he entered a room. The only time he felt truly ostracized in high school was the time between Billy Hargrove showing up and meeting Robin after graduation. And even then he may not have been welcomed in his old social circles, but when he walked into a room his presence was at least accepted. After graduation most people he knew stopped caring about the petty high school bullshit anyway, save for Billy himself and a select few of his crownies. He had real friends by then. And eventually, he had Eddie.

Eddie who had always been the one that people would stare at like he was going to sacrifice their dogs to Satan at any minute.

Eddie who knew that there wasn’t a place for outcasts like him, so he MADE a place where other kids could feel safe.

Steve thought back on that first day walking into school after Billy had fully deposed him from his title of King Steve. He had felt hundreds of eyes on him as he walked down the hallway, but at the same time he had never felt more alone.

Steve now wondered if that was the feeling Eddie had dealt with his whole life while living in Hawkins.

The idea made him feel…different about Eddie’s actions these past couple months.

Of course, those actions still caused hurt. And after many late-night tearful discussions with Robin, Steve knew he didn’t deserve to be treated that way, that he had deserved better.

But…

But maybe Eddie hadn’t done it because he was ashamed of Steve, or because he didn’t care about how Steve felt.

Maybe…maybe Eddie just couldn’t believe he had found a place that welcomed him because of who he was, not despite it.

He had told Steve as much about their own relationship after they started officially dating. Eddie joked that he couldn’t believe his interests and quirks were what Steve called positives instead of dealbreakers. Steve had laughed along with him at the time. Now the thought broke his heart.

Steve was tired of things breaking his heart. He was tired of licking his wounds, and he was tired of hiding in Robin’s dorm.

Steve had changed his mind about walking. He located the nearest bus stop.

After all, his and Eddie’s apartment was on the other side of town.

Steve had a letter he needed to respond to in person.

[lostinlovingrevery]

Logan howlett being gross please 🙏🙏

I so badly wanted to answer this all day but I was busy so thanks for your patience!! I may end up writing an actual drabble of him being nasty BUT since it's 10 and I need to be up by 5 am tomorrow I'm gonna give some headcanons out to keep you freaks (lovingly)(im a freak too otherwise i wouldn't be writing this) satisfied. Love you guys <3

if there's anything specific you want me to talk about, feel free to send an ask!

(logan judging me for putting his nastiness out there)

NSFW stuff under the cut. Beware. some of it's gross. :)

Lets start with what I said in that one post

Yes, Logan would fuck himself in every part of you if you let him

personally not big on anal myself but if you guys are down for that, he would definitely like to try it.

I think it's less of getting himself off or being attracted to it, like your elbow or knees

its more of being able to claim you more ways than one, his animalistic instinct REALLY kicks in on this. Scents probably play a part on this

IF you let him do the things he wants, you're gonna get treated SO GOOD afterwards, believe me. Satisfying his urges in the weird ways he gets em? You're an actual fucking angel to him

I've mentioned foot jobs before. I think honestly the foot job is probably what started this whole thing. It's a body part he never considered getting off from. It's until you guys were in your bedroom, hes walking around naked fresh from the shower and you get playful, reaching your feet out and messing with his cock. He was surprised how hard it made him and then when he cums he's like... "Now what else can I get off on?"

I almost mentioned scents. Logans so big on scents yall we established this. You smelling like him, him smelling like you.

When you're a little more settled in your relationship, he may start making comments on how good you smell after workouts, sex, etc. Its the pheromones man

You don't think much until you catch him straight up inhaling your workout clothes one day

He's a bit flustered over it

claims he didn't know what he was doing (he did) and that he was just getting ready to do laundry (he was not) (he went straight to your laundry with the goal of smelling that shit)

PANTY SNIFFER

Loves your panties and bras the most. Definitely will keep your used panties here and there. he does it discreetly, confidently. He's not so ashamed for you to find him sniffing your panties.

Nasty making out. big fan of this

he wants you both practically drooling into each other. can and will spit in your mouth and wants you to do the same

will make out with you with his cum in your mouth. He doesn't like his cum it's just the fact of it's you mixed with him.

He'll love it if you have each others essence and make out like that too.

It's not every time but sometimes he'll just get these urges to make you both messy as hell. spit and cum, hickeys, scratches etc etc

I've also said this before but period sex period sex period sex

He does not fucking care

Makes him a lil wild actually. Might scare you a bit.

If you initially don't want to do it, he'll leave it alone and eventually get needy enough he'll find excuses and then he founds out sex can help relieve periods and he's like

"I'm just tryna make you feel better baby"

When you finally give in his ecstatic

he will def be careful though. He truly doesn't want to hurt you. He's just a needy lil thing for you

Eating. you. out on your period.

I know, it's gross. But so is he.

The first happens on accident. He tastes it while eating you out and immediately recognizes it. he doesn't stop and doesn't tell you

You realize it when he finishes and looks up and his face is covered in blood

quite frankly you're horrified

he didn't care. just goes and washes himself up and you as well.

You're gonna need to change the sheets though. Logans a messy eater

He will eat and drink food from your mouth

you're telling him "oh Lo! Try this pie its SO good-" as you put the fork in your mouth and you're about to give him a piece and feed it to him and he insteads grabs you by the back of your neck and sticks his tongue in your mouth and tastes it that way

It shocks you (and turns you on)

"Yeah baby, it is good." he chuckles as he smacks his lips and walks away leaving you dumbfounded and a bit horny

(you're just like)

will get so nasty about fucking you too like the dirty talking

"Your pussy so fucking tight and wet. Sucking me in and everything."

"You fucking love how I taste don't you? All that cum and sweat. dirty girl."

"my cum tastes good in you baby"

"cmon, taste how good you are darling"

Ive mentioned about him going into a trance after he cums on you

he's cummed inside you and now staring at it leaks out of you

he's pushing it back in and trying to keep it all in you

doesn't even hear you whining over it

he starts spreading it all over you. it just looks so good painted on your pretty pussy

like i said this man adores you and that means ALL of you

will drool during sex

you're just going at it and you guys hit a point where your mindless and fucking

you feel so good and he can't even think straight. acting purely on instinct and you feel his drool on your back. You look back and his mouth is hanging open and his eyes shut and he's thrusting into you over and over, completely contorted in pleasure

lets talk a little about some other stuff

logan keeps up his hygiene of course. brushes teeth. washes his ass. he may consider himself an animal but he's not gonna let himself go. he IS from the 1800s yknow

but he runs like a heater and can and will sweat

esp with all those fucking layers

sweaty dick and balls. nuff said. hope you enjoy that

his natural musk is strong as hell. honestly though to you it'll smell really really good

leaks a lot of precum when he's horny.

his hairs insane though. So much hair. Its' gonna get in your mouth

actually even if hes groomed it's still gonna get in your mouth. he has a lot of hair

Enjoy nasty logan! <3

[lover-of-mine]

Lady Whistledown... it's been a minute for sure. You can chose not to post this because clearly BT is dead and deep down they know. But... if you feel like a visit to Narnia here we go......

So basically after the break up yes they were extremely pissed that none of the 911 family cared about Tommy or encouraged Buck to call him. Also the fact Bucks emotional turmoil ended on Eddie leaving not on a Tommy cliff hanger. This also was paired with weeks of how dare the 911 family abondem him because the hospital scene was again a reminder that the 118 is a family. And since in their view I think they picture Tommy as a creature of the night Buck took his family away.

A little bit lately it's going back into Eddie and Tommy territory. You remember how really, they honestly wanted Eddie and Tommy together. Super pissed no Tommy Christopher scenes. Is there any way Tommy can still step in and maybe secretly messaging Chris to get him home?

Also some days pretty gross about wishing Christopher is gone forever so they can open up Tommy coming back to replace Eddie. My Gavin protection and representation instincts can't stand that.

Proving they still are just I don't know not nice people. They hope Tim makes a whole episode that mimics the city burning down all for Tommy to be in a helicopter and Buck freak out. Also it feeds into their spin off show fantasies. But since the air support in LA became a real viral thing this is even better because then Tommy gets to be the real star and Buck the side character.

Orders given frequently on what to comment and not comment on SM. For instance the rain photo a super no no. Ignore the fact it was because of the spoiler and stay in line.

But one weird one. No one actually believes that's Tommy's truck. It's pretty excepted that obviously Buck got a new vehicle after the jeep broke down. We just will never get a back story.

Insane anger over the baking being transferred to Eddie leaving. It's not a Tommy thing it's a stress thing.

Now that we leave Narnia. I would just encourage monitoring in boxes. They know they only have a few weeks to be on their Bsish. They hate Maddies Bucks focus in the promo and depending on how the timline goes also Eddie. Also it's Canon Tommy knew about the "himbo" and the boils call. So when what goes down with Maddie happens, then if Tommy doesn't reach out its purposely erasing the TommyBuddles Buck. There's no space for Tommy. And also bit of spiraling on how exactly is Buck going to act out. Greatest fear? Buck 1.0

Of I remember anything new happy to come back. It's been a wild few months!!

Hello my love 🫶

I see they are still wild out there. I can't believe they still haven't let go of Tommy fixing the Chris situation. Talking about Gavin is next-level evil imo, he's a kid, let him be. The illusions that a scene that very clearly put Tommy as an outsider because he wasn't on the gc and he had to ask for Buck to volunteer the information is so funny to me, like, how clear do they have to be?

This was a wild ride to read tho, I love how they keep surprising me on how unhinged they can get.

[aquarius-johnny]

The Sweetest Hello | Jeong Jaehyun

genre: fluff, smut | word count: 5.1k | deadly sins series | master list navi warnings: nonidol!jaehyun, tatted!reader, afab!reader, pet names (baby, my girl), pornographic ideas, unestablished relationship (but there’s a lot of love between the two), unprotected sex, oral (f! and m! receiving), praising, squirting, p in v, pull out method, fluffy, smutty summary: after meeting him over a year ago on a dating app, you finally see him in person. | deadly sin: lust a/n: part two of promise? promise. cr. border by @dollywons, seven deadly sins prompts by @joelsmochi

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“Are you sure you still want me to come?” You ask Jaehyun as you zip up your suitcase for your trip. “Let me know if you’re having second thoughts.”

Jaehyun pauses the video game he’s playing, giving you his undivided attention. He cocks his head to the left, trying to read your expression. “Do you still want to come?” He questions, grabbing the phone into his hand, pacing his apartment before setting his phone on his kitchen counter. He leans forward onto his marbled counter top, waiting for your response. 

Grabbing your phone, you fall into your mattress before letting out a sigh. Holding your phone at arm's length, you begin to feel a nervous bubble form in the pit of your stomach. “Yeah, I still want to but I’m a little nervous,” you let out a disappointed sigh. “Like what if you suddenly realize that you don’t like me anymore?” You force a playful tone, but you sense that Jaehyun reads right through it. 

“Is that what you’re really scared of?” Jaehyun reaches above his phone, grabbing a glass in his upper cupboards before filling it up with water. 

You turn to your side, watching Jaehyun’s actions. “Yeah, a little.” You let out. “I know it sounds dumb, but like what if -“ you sit up from your position, still holding your phone out at arm’s length. “What if we fuck and then you realize your imagination was so much better?” You let out a small giggle, clearly pulling his leg with that line. 

Jaehyun shakes his head with a small smile dancing on his lips. “I can assure you,” he takes a sip of his drink. “That will not happen.” He makes his way back to his couch, placing his phone on the coffee table in front of him. His elbows rest on his knees, thinking about what to say next. “As for your real concern,” he clears his throat. “We’ve been talking to each other for over a year. If I didn’t like you as much as I do, then I wouldn’t want you anywhere near me. I honestly think you don’t have to worry about me not liking you, I think I have to worry about you not liking me.” 

You playfully roll your eyes, giving him a small pout because you know that he's right. He’s mentioned wanting to see you, as early as six months into first meeting you. You’ve shared things that would probably make him leave you in the dust, but he didn’t. Deep in your heart, you knew Jaehyun is also a good friend — a friend who just so happens to also be sexually attracted to you. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head too much,” he lets out, pulling you away from your deep thoughts. “I have a strong feeling that my crush on you will probably deepen after seeing you in person.” 

“You have a crush on me?” You playfully and dramatically gasp before sticking your tongue out to tease the man through your phone screen. He’s told you many, many times before of this brewing crush he has on you and every single time he does, you act surprise as if it’s your first time hearing it. 

An amused smile appears on his face as he shakes his head. “You play too much,” he shyly retorts before taking another sip of his water. “Still having second thoughts about coming?” 

You give him a relaxed smile. “No second thoughts. I think I’ll still be nervous, but more of an excited nervous.” You pause, looking at Jaehyun. “Thank you for calming my anxiety.”

“Thank you for keeping your promise,” he cheekily grins before returning to his video game.

You scan the crowd to find the man you’ve spent your entire flight thinking about. Every nerve in your body works overtime, silently cursing yourself for drinking a caffeinated drink during your flight. 

A familiar tone rings and you frantically search your purse for your phone. Your favorite person’s picture pops up on your screen, causing you to smile. 

“Hey,” you let out, a lot shakier than intended, but you blame the caffeine that has you jittery.

“Hey, I think I see you. You’re wearing a white top, right?” You look down at your shirt, double checking that his description is correct. 

“Yeah, where are you?” Your eyes search the busy airport. 

“On your left.”

You turn to your left and find a man smiling as he makes his way toward you, his dimpled smile something you’ve seen almost every night for over a year. Your heart swells with excitement and your stomach fills with nervous butterflies. He slowly brings his phone down from his ear before engulfing you in a warm hug. His hand pets the back of your head and you bury your cheek into his chest. Jaehyun’s chin rests on top of your head, his position lingering longer than expected.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he mumbles before giving the top of your head a soft kiss, then pulling back and looking down at you. “You’re a lot smaller than I imagined.” 

You playfully hit his chest, your cheesy smile never leaving your lips. “I’m glad I’m finally here, it’s good to see you.” You take another opportunity to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around his waist. All he does is let out a chuckle, squeezing your body into his, not wanting to let you go. 

You pull back, smiling up at him, almost forgetting how to speak. 

“Here, let me help you.” Before you could object, he grabs the handle of your suitcase with one hand and your fingers in his other hand. Your hand looks even daintier in comparison to his, making you feel smaller than you actually are. He pulls you towards the exit and you happily trail behind him. An older man helps put your suitcases in the trunk of what looks like a taxi while Jaehyun opens the car door for you, gesturing you to step inside before he slides in right next to you. He lets the driver know where he’s headed and soon enough, you’re on the road to his place. 

You snake your arm under his bicep, holding on to it during the car ride while laying your head on his broad shoulder. 

“How was the flight here?” He asks, resting his hand on your knee, circling your skin with his thumb. While you would always choose a more comfortable outfit on long flights like the one you endured, you wanted to look presentable for Jaehyun — hence the short skirt you opted for instead of comfortable leggings you would’ve worn otherwise. 

“Hm, it was nice,” you smile up at him. “It was my first time in first class. The legroom is to die for.” 

“That’s good,” he chuckles. “I’m glad you got to experience it. I remember you saying you’ve never been, so I thought it would be a nice experience for you.” He moves the arm you’re holding onto behind your back, leaning into the leather seat of the car. His hand squeezes the side of your hip before he guides your body to lean into his side again. 

“Thank you for that,” you let out. “You really didn’t have to consider that you paid for everything else on this trip.” 

Jaehyun lets out a tiny hum, bringing his lips to your forehead. “Anything for my girl,” he mutters before placing a soft kiss against your skin. Heat rushes to your cheeks and you feel yourself melt under his touch.

The car comes to a stop and the driver steps out, indicating you’ve arrived at your destination. Jaehyun opens the door, steps out and you follow behind him, your hand not letting go of his. The driver pulls your suitcases out of the trunk of the car and you both thank him before heading into the building that leads to the apartment you’ve only seen through the phone screen. 

Upon entering his apartment, you both take your shoes off and you find yourself idly grabbing Jaehyun’s hand as your eyes wander through his place. You didn’t want to let him go, already feeling a slight sting in your heart thinking about the pain you’ll feel leaving him to go back home. 

“Can I get a tour?” You ask, turning to Jaehyun who is already looking at you. He flashes an endearing smile.

“Yes, but first,“ he pauses, bringing his hand to your jaw. “I've been waiting far too long to finally do this.” He tilts your chin up, ever so slightly, to look up at him. His lips press against yours — so soft, so intimate, and everything you wanted. You let go of his hand, opting to sling your arms over his shoulders and his hand finding their way to your hips. He pulls you closer into him as your lips move in sync with his, your hands playing with the hairs on the base of his nape. He scoops you up, interlocking his fingers together under you, as each of your knees place themselves on either side of his waist. Your lips never leave his and he begins moving around his apartment. 

“Kitchen,” he says between kisses. “Living room,” he lets out again as you peek at his furniture through your lashes before giving him your undivided attention once more. He pushes the bathroom door open with his foot, placing you on the bathroom counter before pulling away from your lips. 

A dizzy feeling overwhelms you; his presence so intoxicating. The fact you’re physically feeling him after so long send you into euphoria. 

“Bathroom?” You breathe out, taking a look around the room before your eyes falling back on the man in front of you. 

He hums, placing a soft kiss on your neck while his hands squeeze your hips. His lips trail kisses against your neck, leading up to your jaw, before hovering over your lips. You lean forward to kiss him only for him to playfully pull back, teasing you. You whimper leaves your lips, impatient with the game he’s playing.

“Go ahead and shower, we have dinner reservations in two hours and I know how you take pride in taking your time whenever you get ready.” He playfully pokes your nose before placing a soft kiss on the tip of it, openly sharing in the past how it’s one of his favorite features on you. 

“But what about your bedroom?” You ask before he walks toward the door, causing you to hop off the counter.

“You can see it after your shower. I’ll bring your things there. Want me to start putting things away?” He asks, leaning his left shoulder against the door frame, slightly crossing his ankle over the other.

“You just want to see what I brought, don’t you?” You sassily remark, playfully scrunching your brows together. 

Jaehyun softly giggles to himself before closing the gap between the two of you. He places another soft kiss against your forehead, before leaving you alone in the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

In defeat, you strip off the clothes you’re wearing and throw it into the laundry basket behind the door. You’re completely naked, feeling utterly vulnerable knowing that the man you’ve been talking to for over a year is in the room next to you rummaging through your belongings. Setting the shower’s temperature to your liking, you step in, enjoying the water pressure against your skin. The heat of the shower fills the room and fogs the shower doors and the mirrors. You hear the bathroom door open slightly before quickly closing again. You peek out of the shower to see that Jaehyun left a towel for you on the bathroom counter. 

After your shower, you tightly wrap the white towel around your body and step out of the room. You walk over to the bedroom, slightly opening the door to find Jaehyun’s tall figure refolding your shirts and creating a pile of it on his bed. You take a look around his room, taking note of how minimal it is — no personal photos or art on his walls. 

“I set up your makeup bag on my desk,” he says, pointing in the direction of where his desk is — the same place where he booked your flight right after having phone sex with you. “You’re sweet, thank you,” you smile, giving his arm a little squeeze as you make your way to the table. 

You do your hair and makeup all while Jaehyun puts your things away before he decides to get ready himself. “Oh, by the way,” he lets out as he throws his towel over his shoulder. “I think you should wear that dress tonight.” He points to the short red dress laying on his bed and you turn to look at it, smiling to yourself — as you packed that dress, knowing Jaehyun would love it. 

“Okay,” you smile. “I trust you.”

Jaehyun lovingly pets the back of your head before heading out of the room and into the bathroom. You both finish up getting ready and head out for the night.

“Dinner was great,” you smile as you watch Jaehyun push his key into the lock of his front door. His jacket looks huge on you, but you didn’t mind and neither did he. In fact, he adores the way you look in his clothes, mentally noting to sneak some of his clothes into your luggage before you leave. 

“I’m glad you liked it.” He pushes the door open, letting you in first before he trails behind you. 

You begin to take off your heels, using the wall to help you balance as you lift a leg, letting out soft 'dammit' when you nearly fall over. Jaehyun places a hand on your lower back, helping you keep your balance. As soon as you throw your heels to the side, the height difference between the two of you is fairly significant. 

“So, how’re you feeling?” Jaehyun asks, helping you take off his jacket. “Still nervous around me?”

You bite down on your bottom lip, shyly avoiding eye contact. Jaehyun tries to meet your eyes, smiling from ear to ear. While dinner was amazing, you have to admit he did make you nervous; something so foreign compared to other partners you had previously. Every time he touches you, even a touch as innocent as a hand hold or a graze of a finger, your heart flutters in excitement. 

“There’s something about you that always makes me nervous, but not like I’m scared, kind of nervous,” you pause, your eyes flickering between his eyes. “More like butterflies in my tummy, kind of nervous.”

“You know,” he lets out, his hands sliding up your thighs before stopping right below your ass. “There’s something about your honesty that drives me crazy.” 

His hands push up into you, causing you to yelp in surprise, followed by a loud squeal and a giggle. His hands move up your dress, pulling it over your head and throwing it near the front door. In nothing but your matching undergarments, Jaehyun throws you over his shoulder in one swift move and carries you into the bedroom, tossing you onto his soft mattress. 

He hovers over your body, his thigh placed between your knees. Pushing your baby hairs away from your forehead, he places tender kisses against your skin, trailing down to your neck. “Is it okay if we-“ he breathes against your collarbone. 

“Mhm,” you reassure, finishing his sentence. Tugging on his shirt, you urge him to take it off. His hot breath against your skin causes this visceral response to move your hips against his thigh, the fabric of his pants roughly pressing against your clothed core. Your perfectly manicured nails run up and down through the back of his head as he presses his lips against yours. Your pretty lipstick is messily smearing against your lips and his at the same time, but neither of you care.

Pulling his shirt over his head, he tosses it onto his bedroom floor. His thumb runs against your bottom lip, slightly tugging on it to see your inner lip tattoo in person. The typewriter font peaks through as he gently pulls your lip down, exposing the word 'kiss.' Smirking at the sight, he does exactly that. His hand cups your jaw before hungrily attacking your lips. 

“I can’t believe you’re actually here,” he breathes. He sucks on the base of your neck, occasionally biting down on your skin, sending waves of excitement through your body. “I can finally touch you, kiss you, fuck you.” 

You smile at his words. Your hand makes its way to the waistband of his pants, slithering your hand into it, squeezing his semi hard cock in your hand. “Does that feel good?” You ask when his forehead presses against your collarbone and a satisfied sigh leaves his lips. 

“You have no idea,” he groans, roughly pulling down your bra. You hear the strap around your shoulders snap. 

“Jaehyun!” You squealed. 

He smiles at your reaction, licking his lips at the sight of your breasts spilling out of the cups holding them together. “I’ll take you to buy another one,” he quietly lets out before he begins to nip the skin around your chest, licking and sucking it greedily. “I promise.”

You roll your eyes at him, squeezing his shaft harder before stroking it over his underwear. 

His lips trails wet kisses down your chest and abdomen before stopping at the waistband of your cute laced underwear. A mischievous smirk lifts in the corner of Jaehyun’s mouth before you hear your fabric rip, exposing your aroused heat although the waistband stays intact. 

“Oops,” Jaehyun chuckles, insincerity dripping from his words. “I guess we need to buy a new set altogether, huh?”

You prop yourself with your elbows, narrowing your eyes at the man between your thighs. “You’re a menace,” you grin.

“Can I?” He whispers, lips centimeters away from your core. “I’ve been dying to taste you.” His eyes widen innocently, silently begging for your approval. 

You nod before throwing your head back from the pleasure. The tip of his tongue laps over your clit, moving down to your hole, before moving back up and repeating the process. His tongue so steady and smooth, a string of profanities escape your lips. There’s something about seeing Jaehyun’s face buried between your thighs after so many nights of dreaming of it is pure ecstasy. He moves slowly, taking his time and enjoying the taste you have to offer. His eyes peek through his lashes, watching you as you watch him — your lips part, letting out quiet moans as he laps over your nub over and over again. He spits a pool of saliva onto your clit, using his fingers to spread it against your folds, spreading them apart before sucking on your clit. Your moans grow louder and louder while your body jerks under him, almost trying to squirm away from his mouth only for his arms to pin your waist against the mattress. Your fingers messily tug on his hair, causing him to groan against your soaking heat. 

“Jaehyun,” you moan. “Keep going, I’m so close.” 

Jaehyun hums against you and he does as you ask; sucking on your clit in a rhythmic pattern while enjoying your fingers as they tug on his messy hair. His fingers digging into your thighs in an attempt to keep you close to him. 

The sight of him causes your jaw to fall open from the pleasure he’s giving you. Jaehyun’s eyes darken, his sole purpose is to make you feel good. 

“Fuck,” you gasp. “I’m coming!” You cry, throwing your head back and allowing your body to fall on your back as Jaehyun slows his movements after using his tongue to catch your high. Jaehyun gives you a soothing kiss against your inner thighs, before using the back of his hand to wipe your arousal from his lips. 

Feverishly grabbing him by the back of his neck, you pull Jaehyun down to your lips, using your other hand to cup his jaw as you kiss him. Your mind is hazy and your body moves on autopilot as your lips move with Jaehyun’s lips. Slightly pulling away, you feel him smile against your cheek. 

“I wanna taste you,” you blush. Your heart thumps against your chest at the thought of finally seeing his length in person.

Jaehyun quickly nods before standing and pulling down the fabric around his waist. You sink to your knees in front of him, petting his shaft through his underwear. 

“Can I film you?” Jaehyun sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “I just-“ he stammers. “I wanna make sure I can look back on it when I miss you.”

“Of course,” you smile as he fumbles to grab his phone. You continue to stroke his length over his underwear until the flash of his phone camera appears.

You pull down the waistband of his underwear down to his ankles, his erection springing up excitedly. It's definitely a lot lengthier in person and you’ll be the first to admit that the custom dildo you have of him doesn’t compare to the real thing.

You kitten lick his leaking tip. Your mouth wrapping around his head before sinking him into your mouth, letting it hit the back of your throat. He lets out a low groan, entangling his knuckles with your hair. The gagging noises you’re making is enough to send Jaehyun over the edge. Pulling your lips back, you glide them up and down his shaft before pumping his veiny cock with your hands. 

“Just like that,” he coos. “You’re so good at this.”

You smile against his shaft before sticking your tongue out and slapping his heavy length against it. 

“Shit,” he whimpers loudly before throwing his head back in pleasure. He grabs the base of his cock to mimic your actions, slapping his tip against your tongue before sliding himself down your throat. “Look at me, baby.” He orders and you do, eyes locked directly at the camera lens as you move your head back and forth. His hand guides your head with the movements, pushing your head against the base of his shaft and causing tears to prickle out of the outer corner of your eyes. You could feel your mascara run down your face and you were sure your eyeliner is a complete mess with how deep he’s shoving his cock down your throat. 

“God, you’re so fucking pretty.” He wipes under your eyes, smearing your mascara and eye liner even more. “You looked all fucked out and we haven’t even started yet.” You see a smirk tug on the corner of his lip, clearly enjoying the view.

His hand grabs the roots of your hair, holding you in place before thrusting his hips into you. Slow and steady at first before he picks up the pace, fucking your mouth until the sounds of you chocking on his cock fills the room. 

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He asks, his words so lustful, you feel sheer embarrassment as you nod your head. “Use your words, baby. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Y-yes, please,” you attempt to answer as his cock is stuffed in your mouth, only for your words to be muffled against him. 

“That’s my girl,” he smiles before putting his phone down for a second. “C’mere.” 

Pulling himself out of your mouth, he helps you up from the floor before bringing your lips to his. He turns you, your bare back pressed against his warm chest. His hands grip your upper arms and he guides you back on the mattress. You’re pushed on all fours and he traces your lower back tattoo with his thumb. Lifting your hips to align your needy hole with his tip, you watch him through the mirror that's strategically placed parallel to his bed. He holds his phone in his hand, pointing it towards your entrance. 

“I’ve been thinking about this more than I should,” he shares, slowly sinking himself into you.

Your fingers grab the sheets under you, groaning at the stretch as your pretty hole adjusts to Jaehyun’s size. After gently pumping into you, the sting is replaced with pleasure and Jaehyun bottoms out inside of you, your selfish cunt swallowing him. 

“Harder,” you mutter as you use your hands to hold your body up. You lift your head, watching him fuck you from behind through his full length mirror. His hand is placed on your lower back, helping you arch it as he thrusts into you. He does as you ask, penetrating you slow and hard while snaking his hand against your throat and pulling you to his chest. 

“Look how pretty you are,” he whispers in your ear, his hold on your jaw forces you to look at yourself in the mirror. Your nails digging into his forearm. “Look at my pretty girl, god, you take me so well. I could do this all night.” 

“Jaehyun,” you whimper. “Feels too good.” 

Jaehyun throws his phone to the side after he stops his recording, already deciding he’s gotten enough footage for the night. Gathering your hair behind your shoulders, he buries his face into your neck as both arms hold you up to his chest. You’re trapped in his arms and all you could feel is his thrusts speeding up — the noise of his pelvis slapping your skin fills the room. Your jaw falls open and your eyes roll back as you feel his tip grazing against your sensitive spot inside of you — something you didn’t know you had. 

You fall onto your stomach, stars appearing in your line of vision as your body is flipped over, placing you on your back. Your thighs are spread apart while Jaehyun realigns himself to your hole, again. You move your hips upwards, helping him fill you up. Tiny and soft cries fill his room as he pulls your hips closer to him before brutally fucking you, your walls clenching around his hard length. 

As he hovers over you, he holds himself up with a hand on either side of your face. Beads of sweat form on Jaehyun’s forehead, his brows furrowing as he tries his best not to release too quickly. The sight of you moving up and down as he penetrates into you makes his cock harder than it already is. You pull him down to your lips, kissing him as he fucks you, moaning and groaning into his mouth letting him know exactly who is making you feel good. Your tongue rolls over his before tugging on his bottom lip.

Jaehyun lets out a frustrated grunt before he pushes your knees to your chest, practically folding your body in half and making you smaller under him than you already are. 

“You feel too good,” Jaehyun laughs, realigning himself before shoving his hard cock into you. He begins to pull out before quickly and roughly sinking himself into you over and over again.

“Please,” you beg. “Your cock feels so good inside of me.”

Jaehyun smiles down at you, his dimples prominent and causing your heart to swell with a dangerous mixture of love and lust. He slams his hips into you, causing you to yelp in surprise. His tip kisses your sweet spot inside of you, inching you closer and closer to your orgasm. His movements don’t let up and you begin to feel an urge that’s so unfamiliar to you, you weren’t sure what's happening but you know it feels good. 

“D-don’t stop!” You cry out, practically begging him. 

Jaehyun’s dick accidentally slips out of your slippery cunt and liquid begins to squirt out of you, soaking the sheets under you and spraying onto Jaehyun’s pelvis. Your body trembles after your release and Jaehyun’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“D-did you just -” He smiles, amazed. 

You cover your face with your hands, embarrassed by your actions. Jaehyun lovingly moves your hands from your face before interlocking your fingers with his. 

“You’re okay,” he coos, fluttering your cheeks with sweet kisses.

You nod your head, helping him align his tip with your sensitive hole before interlocking your fingers with his once again. His movements are sensual and deep, genuinely making love with you.  

“I’m gonna cum,” he breathes. Right before his release, he pulls his long length out of you and strokes himself over your stomach. Hot, thick, white ropes paint over your soft skin. 

Jaehyun falls onto his back next to you. You scoop a bit of his release onto your finger before placing your finger into your mouth, tasting him. 

“Wait, hold on,” he lets out quickly searching for his phone. Once he finds it, he stands above you, taking pictures of your naked body with nothing but his release covering you. You repeat what you did, tasting him again as Jaehyun takes photos of you. “I know I say this a lot, but damn, you’re so hot.” He lets out before grabbing tissue off his desk and wiping his release off you. “Are you okay?” He asks, lying next to you, pulling you into him.

You throw a leg over his bare thigh, cuddling into his chest. Jaehyun’s thumb rubs the skin of your shoulder blade, comforting you after being a lot rougher than he expected. “I’m fine,” you sigh, pleased with yourself. “I’m sorry I made a mess. That was my first time squirting, I didn’t know I could do that.”

Jaehyun smiles before kissing your forehead. “Please don’t apologize. It’s was unexpected but it was really -“

“Hot?”

Jaehyun playfully rolls his eyes at you. “Yes, hot. Very, very hot. I hope I can make you do it again.” 

You let out a small chuckle before silence falls between the two of you. Jaehyun’s fingers pet your hair, clearly trying to steady his heart rate. 

“Baby?” Jaehyun whispers, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. 

You hum, before closing your eyes, focusing on his heartbeat. 

“I love you,” he coos, clearly nervous. “I’m glad you’re here.”

You lift your head in shock. “What did you say?” Your brows furrow, wanting to make sure your ears aren’t playing tricks on you.

Jaehyun sits up, his lips inches away from yours. “I said I’m glad you’re here.”

“No, no,” you laugh. “Before that.”

“Hm? I called you baby.”

“Jaehyun!” You whine.

Jaehyun lays back down, pulling you back onto his chest. His chest moves up and down and he stifles his laughter.

You sit up. “Say it again,” you poke his ribs, causing him to jerk to the side. “Say it again, please.”

Jaehyun sits up next to you, eyes locked onto yours. “I.” He kisses your left cheek. “Love.” He kisses your right cheek. “You.” He plants a tender kiss on your lips. He lays on his back again, cheekily smiling up at you. 

You smile at his words before laying your head back on his bare chest. “I love you, too.”

[livejournallegacy]

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[raventhekittycat]

I know it's Ryousuke but I genuinely thought it was a woman there for a hot second

[arsenicflame]

well i think its finally time to open this box

[theclosetskeletons]

Something so compelling about Kiriona to me is that Gideon gets more than everything she ever dreamed of. She gets that long-lost powerful parent, all the riches and accolades the empire has to offer, a title in the cohort, if admittedly only an honorary one, and perhaps most significantly, a position in which she can prove herself useful. But the thing is, it doesn't feel good. She made it out of the nightmare that was Drearburh, she got a place on top of the world. But it's all wrong, it all feels bad and empty.

I'm really excited to see where this is going for her in Alecto. I think this part of her journey, awful as it is, is going to force her to confront how she sees the world and herself, particularly in how she only considers herself loveable as far as she is useful, something I'm sure John is exploiting to the extreme. I think we're not too far off from her having to totally reconsider how she views things, largely her father and his empire, and hopefully coming out the other side better for it

It's not missing Harrowhark that makes Kiriona the saddest girl in the world. Or at least, it's not just the lack of Harrow.

She fought all her life to escape the Ninth, fueled by the conviction that there was a better world waiting for her if she could just get out. As a kid, that was the fantasy of a super cool and important parent who could rescue her and punish the people who hurt her. Later, it was believing that as soon as she rescued herself, she would prove to everyone how awesome she was. She would make herself a hero, and she would be so valued and useful even Harrow would have to admit it.

Now she has every status symbol she ever yearned for, and none of it means anything. None of it feels good. She's escaped, and it turns out there was no better world waiting for her. Kindness is rare, and the people who show it die meaningless violent deaths. The rest of the universe has proved itself to be almost as cold and dark and isolating as the Ninth, filled with horrors she'd never imagined.

Kiriona Gaia is the saddest girl in the world because she's lost hope. She has everything she ever wanted, and it all sucks. So what is there left to want? What is there left to fight for? What is there left to live for?

[yanderenightmare]

TW: implied nsfw, implied noncon/dubcon, poly yanderes, sprained ankle, captive reader, apocolypse au, talk of fertility, murder of unnamed characters, mentions of potentially killing reader

fem reader

Just thinking about the apocalypse, the two army men who’ve long survived it in their shelter with barely any trouble, and then you, a poor girl trying hard to outrun your last captives only to run into them.  

You didn’t realize back then that it was like trading piranhas for sharks, too caught up in begging for their aid to think better of it. You should have just kept running, but your ankle was sprained badly, maybe even broken, and you were wearing so little you would most likely have died from the cold during the night if they hadn’t taken you in.

It seems unfair of them to have kept the giant bunker all to themselves, only the two of them, but you don’t judge. You would likely have kept it all to yourself as well.

This new world has bred new humans, and they’re all monsters. It’s honestly quite surprising they’d even let you in, given this is what they’re protecting, this sanctuary from the past, a comfort most people would kill their closest friend in exchange for.

Trust is all but dead, and so is honor or any other morality—you would know, you’ve lived out there for it all, only having survived by spreading your legs at the right moments. It’s a shameful tactic, and many times, you’ve wondered if it wouldn’t have been better to spare yourself and just die. What was the purpose?

This—you think. This must be it. They have showers and working hot water.

You don’t know how it’s possible—the original owners of the shelter must have been some type of millionaire. You haven’t had a warm shower since the world went to shit—years ago. It’s been a choice of waiting for rain or finding a lake, hoping it wasn’t rancid. Meanwhile, they have soap—scented soap, the lush kind you’d forgotten existed. It feels so nice you have to cry—rejoice—sobbing while lathering yourself, watching all the filth go down the drain, leaving you smooth-skinned once again for the first time in forever. You can’t remember having ever been so clean before, feeling reborn.

They have fresh clothes for you too—new socks and underwear, all clean fabrics, so much more than what you wore—pants, a shirt, and a sweater to keep warm. You didn’t know there still existed people who lived like the old days—you’d thought it was long gone, a bittersweet dream you sometimes have the pleasure of at night instead of the usual nightmares. Never had you thought you’d experience anything even remotely similar, but here you are—looking yourself in the mirror after so long, surprised to see a human looking back at you.

And they feed you. Not scraps, not leftovers, not rot, or days-old flesh from the last successful hunt—but freshly baked bread, vegetables, fruit—for fuck’s sake, they even have juice. You cry again while eating, and then you find yourself begging them again, “Please, let me stay—please, I’ll do anything. I can cook, clean, work—anything at all, I can do it, just please let me stay…”

You’re on your knees, forehead pressed to the heated metal floors—toasty and comforting, you think you could sleep better than ever right there.

“We’ll think about it,” one of them mutters as he gathers the plates. His voice was so harsh he might as well have said, not a chance. It’s clear by his frown that he’d rather send you right out again, leave you to the monsters.

“We’ll at least let you stay until your ankle heals, so don’t worry.” The other is more sympathetic, helping you up. “For now, let’s get you to bed. You must be exhausted.”

It hadn’t crossed your mind that they’d have beds—actual real soft downy mattresses and duvets and pillows. The two of you help make it together. It feels so foreign that you wonder if you might have died earlier. Some years back, you wouldn’t have thought heaven would resemble a prison cell, but now it only made sense—safe metal walls and a bed. What more could one possibly want in the world?

“I’ll wrap your leg for you if you sit.” He holds out a bandage roll, gesturing to your ankle.

Blinking, you can’t even register what he’d just offered until he’s getting down on his knees before you.

You panic, then. Bandages are hard to come by—it hardly seems worth it. “There’s no blood, you shouldn’t waste it—”

“It’ll heal better and faster this way,” he adds reassuringly. His voice is so soft and compelling that you find yourself sitting down without further quarrel, even when it makes you feel spoiled.

He’s gentle with you—holding you steady while wrapping it just tightly enough to be supportive. There hasn’t been a man who’s touched you like it.

“Does that feel okay?”

You can barely tell he’s talking to you. It’s all so lost on you that you can only wordlessly nod your head.

He fastens it just as carefully before standing. “Is there anything else you might need?”

You shake your head just as wordlessly. You can’t believe how nice he’s being. It makes no sense at all. Not in this world. Not anymore.

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to lock the door,” he apologizes with a sheepish look once standing on the threshold.

You’d been stuck thinking about how warm the room was, trying to remember a single time you hadn’t been freezing during the night. “That’s okay, I understand,” you say. After all, what’s a locked door in comparison?

“Good,” he smiles—it’s likely the kindest smile you’ve ever seen. “Alright then, good night.”

Once again, you’re left stunned. The last time you’d heard those words spoken must have been from a loved one long since dead. It makes your lip wobble again as you say it back, “Good night.”

It's strange—they could have left you for dead but didn’t. They don’t seem gullible—they can’t be if they’ve managed to protect this place for so long—but you suppose there still exist men who have a soft spot in their hearts for helpless damsels in distress.

As you sink into the comfort, draping your duvet atop your battered body, you don’t even care about the camera in the ceiling—blinking red while watching you.

“Did you have to bandage her up?” he grumbles as the other walks into the bedroom after having said his goodnights to you. 

He’s already in bed, observing through the cameras on a tablet—you were currently curling into the duvet, wrapping it around you close for comfort. You’d likely not slept on anything so soft in a while—it wouldn’t surprise him if you preferred the floor. But no, you drift asleep quite quickly.

“You know how badly things can heal without proper support,” the other answers, regarding it as no big deal. “And besides, it’s not like we often need it—we have plenty to spare.”

He removes his clothes and crawls onto the bed as well, lifting the covers to slot himself right next to the other man, who still has a scowl on his face.

“Oh, come on…” he drawls. “She’s exactly what we’ve been talking about, isn’t she?”

The grump doesn’t answer, still with keen eyes watching you, even as you’ve fallen asleep—as if waiting for you to do something befitting a wild animal in a cage. The other’s eyes fall to the screen as well, but he only awes in delight.

“Look at her, already fast asleep,” he purrs while zooming in on your face. “I mean, did you see how she was begging earlier, what she said? I’d do anything,” he continues, almost whining. “So cute, I could have fucked her right then and there.”

The other man sets the tablet aside with a disagreeing sigh. “We’ll wait at least a week for her system to detoxify from the wasteland,” he says strictly. “I’m not touching her before then, and neither are you unless you want to sleep alone.”

The other groans then, flopping down on his back. “Yeah, yeah, you and your safety protocols,” he dismisses before a smirk creeps up his face, glee twinkling in his eyes as he looks up at his grouchy counterpart. “But then we keep her, right?”

“Tch—we don’t even know if she’s fertile. The wasteland could have made her barren as long as she’s been out there,” the other shuffles down into the sheets as well, turning to look at his partner and the awfully keen look on his face.

“So we test her. Give her a medical check,” he says, again as if it’s not a problem, even when it very well could turn out to be.

They’ve already broken quarantine rules by letting you in here—and who knows what your real objectives truly are.

“I don’t trust her,” he states.

The other pouts. “I don’t see what one little lady can do—she’s hardly a threat. And we already purged the group that was following her. I doubt any of them made it out alive.”

True, he had gone out and sent several gas grenades into the settlement. Surely, none of them managed to escape, but then again—

“Pest control only works when you kill them all, and we’ve just let one inside our own house,” he grumbles.

The other one sighs. “Okay, so if it turns out she isn’t as cute as she looks, we’ll deal with her like the rest. But if I’m right, and she really is just a harmless little thing, we keep her, and I get to have the first go.”

Suppose there isn’t anything better to do aside from killing you straight away, which would only have been a waste of food, water, clothes, and bandages. 

“Fine.”

The other grins at the agreeance, humming, “I guess until then, we’ll just have to make do with each other—I've been hard since we watched her shower.” He leans forward for contact but is shut down as his bedmate rolls around with his back turned to him.

“Tch—take care of it yourself.” Tonight has been too stressful to tug each other’s dicks. 

He can hear him whine behind him, but he settles down soon enough.

Suppose it would be nice fucking a woman again. It’s been so many years he figured he wouldn’t need it anymore. They’ve made do with each other so far. But even he can’t deny, once you’d washed all the blood and muck off, once he saw the dewy hue of your soft skin and the silk of your hair, all those plush curves, and not to mention that awfully sweet look on your face—he felt the tug in his pants too.

He'll do a medical check on you tomorrow. He hopes you’re fertile. But even if you’re not, he might give in to the other’s wishes and keep you anyway. After all, they might have many luxuries, but the comfort of pussy is one they haven’t had in a long, long, long time.

♡ BNHA – KiriBaku, BakuDeku, ShinKami, DabiHawks, EndHawks, ErasurMic ♡ JJK – SatoSugu, ItaFushi, SukuIta, ♡ HQ – Miya twins, KageHina, BokuAka, ♡ CSM – AkiDen, YoshiDen ♡ BLLK – NagiReo

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[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake, Sleep-Deprived Overlord Extraordinaire (and the Boy Who Grounds Him)

The thing about Tim Drake is that he’s brilliant. The thing about Tim Drake without sleep is that he’s unhinged.

It always starts subtly. A missed night of sleep here, a triple shift there. His words get sharper, his focus becomes razor-edged, and the bats can practically see the neurons in his brain firing like a thousand fireworks.

Then, somewhere around hour 56 of no sleep, Tim crosses the threshold into full-blown megalomania.

He doesn’t just think he’s smart—he knows it. He’ll drop gems like, “Honestly, Gotham’s infrastructure is appalling. If I really wanted to, I could take over the city in 72 hours, tops,” or “Do you think I could reprogram every Bat-computer in the Cave before Bruce notices? Because I can.”

Which—yeah, okay, the family knows he’s capable of it, but it’s terrifying.

When he’s in this state, Tim walks around with the energy of someone who’s cracked the secrets of the universe and is two steps away from becoming a benevolent dictator. His confidence is unsettling. His hyper-awareness is borderline supernatural.

The bats try. Oh, do they try.

“Tim,” Dick says gently, holding out a cup of chamomile tea and a soft blanket. “Maybe you should lie down for a bit.”

Tim doesn’t even glance at him. “Lying down is for the weak, Dick. Also, you left your phone on the counter. Might wanna grab it before someone texts Kori again.”

Dick freezes. He did leave his phone on the counter, and he can only hope Tim didn't do anything with it (Though his comment definitely says otherwise).

“Tim,” Bruce says, the Big Bat Voice in full swing. “You need to rest.”

Tim smirks, flipping through his tablet. “Rest is for the dead, and I’m not in the mood for ghosts tonight. Also, you forgot to update the encryption on your personal server. Again.”

Even Damian tries, but he gets as far as hurling a batarang at Tim’s leg before Tim dodges it without looking. “Tsk tsk, Damian. You’re getting predictable.”

It’s chaos. It’s exhausting.

Enter Danny Fenton.

Danny’s used to Tim’s shenanigans by now. He’s been around for enough of Tim’s sleep-deprivation arcs to know the signs. The sharp eyes, the slightly-too-bright smile, the way he starts muttering plans for world domination like he’s drafting a grocery list.

Danny lets it slide for a while—Tim in hyper-mode is kind of cute, in a “my boyfriend might accidentally take over the world” way. But then he sees the bags under Tim’s eyes, the way his hands tremble just slightly from over-caffeination, and he knows it’s time to intervene.

Danny doesn’t use tea. He doesn’t try reason. He doesn’t even bother with the blanket method.

Instead, Danny steps into the Cave, tilts his head at Tim, and says, “Honey, can we cuddle?”

Tim freezes.

The bats, who have been subjected to hours of Tim’s unrelenting, untouchable brilliance, watch in shock as their insurmountable sibling folds like a deck of cards.

“I—uh—cuddle?” Tim stammers, blinking like a deer in headlights.

Danny smiles, soft and sweet and just shy of smug. “Yeah, I miss you. Come to bed with me?”

Tim’s resolve crumbles. He’s already pulling off his gauntlets. “Yeah, okay. Just for a bit.”

“A bit,” Danny agrees, but he’s already leading Tim upstairs.

The bats are left standing in the Cave, mouths agape.

Jason’s the first to break the silence. “Did we just get out-maneuvered by Tim’s boyfriend? The guy who hangs out with Harley Quinn for fun?”

Dick snorts. “I mean, are we really surprised? Danny’s been handling Tim better than any of us for years.”

Bruce exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing. “As long as Tim’s resting, I don’t care how it happened. Danny’s good for him.”

“Yeah,” Jason agrees with a shrug. “Kid’s weird, but he’s got a good head on his shoulders. And if he can get Replacement to sleep, I’ll send him a damn fruit basket.”

The bats exchange a rare moment of collective relief.

Upstairs, Danny tucks Tim into bed, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face as Tim curls into him. He doesn’t care about strategies or what the bats think. All that matters is Tim, finally at peace in his arms.

"Sleep well, genius," Danny murmurs, pressing a kiss to Tim’s forehead. And for the first time in days, Tim does.

[xxsabitoxx]

How JJK Men Eat Pussy 2.0

Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Yuta, Itadori, Megumi

Warnings: All characters are 18+, this post is explicit smut. As if you couldn’t tell that from the title

A/N: Funny story, I forgot I already wrote this same concept last year… but since I didn’t realize until I finished writing this… imma post it anyways. But if you’d like to see my original thoughts on this topic, you can see them here with an additional 2 characters lol

Gojo Satoru

He is relentless, especially when he’s in the mood to go down on you. These little moods of his will have him between your legs for hours, multiple times a day. You always like to joke that he knows when you’re ovulating because somehow these little moods seem to fall in sync. If Satoru goes more than three days without you, it’s like he’s going through withdrawals. He’s skilled with his tongue, he’s able to move it in ways and speeds you didn’t know a man could. Typically he’s a tease, he’ll edge you until you have an orgasm so pathetic you can’t even call it one. Ya know, the kinds where you come and don’t feel that satisfaction, just the pulsating ache of needing more. But recently, Satoru discovered how much more fun it is to overstimulate you. He loves the way your finger’s bury in his hair and try to tug him off as he sucks on your clit until you’re sobbing and begging him to ease up. He’ll keep your thighs spread wide, large hands effortlessly keeping them in place while they desperately try and close. He’s also the type to see those “pineapple make’s your cum sweet” articles and come home with enough pineapples to feed a village. He’s not even embarrassed about his reasoning, even if it’s just a myth, his sweet tooth can’t pass up the opportunity. Satoru loves your natural taste, but you surprised him with edible lubes in various fruity and sweet flavors one night… you still recall seeing the sun rise. 

Geto Suguru

He’s a god at eating pussy and you can’t convince me otherwise. Suguru has always been about your pleasure over his, not to say he doesn’t have his selfish moments, but your pleasure is just so much fun to him. He loves the noise, the facial expressions, the smell, the taste. The first time he went down on you, you were convinced he was lying about it being his first time. The ability just came naturally to Suguru. Like Satoru, Suguru loves to tease you. He’ll focus all of his attention on your dripping entrance, only stimulating your clit if his nose bumps it. He loves the way you squirm, his nails leaving crescent shaped nail marks in the plump flesh of your thighs as he holds you in place. He loves your breathless gasps, his long hair tickling your thighs as he eats you out, only adding to the stimulation that’s making your toes curl. Suguru loves to make you beg, pulling his mouth away from your cunt to just barely flick his tongue over your clit. He’ll stop all together just to taunt you until you’re sobbing, begging him to do something. He has a whole album on his phone dedicated to you, most of the content being videos of him eating you out, some he even made you take just so he could see the camera shake with your effort to keep it straight and hear your noises better. He puts on a show for you, slurping and sucking and moaning just to feel your thighs tremble as you moan with him. 

Nanami Kento

Eating you out is a stress reliever for Nanami… so it happens like very fucking day. Lord help me this man will spend hours edging you, cheek pressed into your thigh as he lazily licks and nips at your cunt. He can’t think about anything but you when he is between our legs, moaning and whining his name like a beautiful lullaby. He’ll let you cum eventually, but for the time being you are completely at his mercy. Nanami is the type to wake you up with his head between your legs, especially on nights where he comes home late and you’re already passed out in bed. He’ll make out with your cunt honestly, licking and sucking and nipping at your folds until he can’t tell if you’re wet from his saliva or your own arousal. The answer is both. He doesn’t care for any of the fancy shit, so don’t bother with flavored lubes or eating particular fruits to try and alter your taste, he just wants you and you alone. I feel like this man has a scent kink so the smell of your arousal honestly gets him going even more. He prefers eating you out in bed, mostly because he’s tired and nothing feels better to him than laying on his plush mattress while using your thighs as his pillow. He’s a whore for face sitting by the way, even less of his energy needs to be put into  that, especially when you’re grinding your cunt against his tongue. Nanami’s other favorite thing to do is use his tie to bind your wrists, that way you really can’t interrupt him.

Fushiguro Toji

I had to restart Toji’s so many times because I got too aggressive. Listen, this bummy ass bitch will eat you out till the sunrises and he will make a fucking mess of you while he does it. Toji will eat you out and finger fuck you until you’re screaming. He’ll give you a “break” by stuffing you full with his dick and then get back to work eating you out again after he blew his load in you. Filthy bitch. He’ll eat you out anytime, anywhere, any position. He’ll never turn down the opportunity and depending on your relationship with him, this bitch may even charge you for his services. Which is just another way he likes to tease you, watching you whine and squirm while you cough up the money he wants. He’ll call you pathetic as he gets on his knees and basically rips your underwear off of you, commenting the whole time about how much of a whore you are… like he ain’t selling his body to you rn. This man will somehow make you feel inferior, but you can’t be bothered when his tongue is lapping at your cunt like a starved man. Toji will make sure your thighs and your cunt are swollen, bruised, overstimulated, and sore by the time he’s done with you. Your cunt is puffy from his sucking and biting, thighs littered in dark marks and teeth indents. He'd go as far as to find a marker and write “cum dumpster” on you if he was really in the mood to see you sob.

Ryomen Sukuna

Listen, you thought Toji could be mean? Sukuna is ten times worse. The thing is, the king of curses actually likes to eat pussy but he won’t admit it. But that is not to say he can’t live without it, Sukuna is selfish and really only prefers things that pleasure him in the process. But, when you’re sobbing, pathetically begging him to go down on you, he may just crack. Especially if you’re looking at him with watery eyes, swollen lips from sucking him off, your neck littered with bite marks and bruises. Oh, and, if you’ve made him cum, he’s more likely to agree and indulge you. If you manage to convince the king of curses to go down on you, don’t expect him to be easy on you. His nails are digging into the flesh of your thighs, blood dripping slowly as he eats you out with so much force it’s borderline painful. He’s using his tongue and his teeth, nipping at your folds and even grazing your clit with them until he can tell your sobs are a breathless mix of pleasure and pain. If we’re talking true form Sukuna, I promise you he won’t stop until you’ve blacked out. He’ll use one set of arms to hold your waist while the other set keeps your thighs spread. He’s forcefully dragging your cunt over the long tongue that protrudes from his stomach, occasionally stopping just to hold you still as he spreads you open and stuffs you with the same tongue, watching you yelp and moan as he toys with you. 

Okkotsu Yuta

If you look up the definition of “pussy drunk” you’ll see a picture of Yuta. This man cannot go down on you without becoming delirious. Your body puts him in a trance, he can’t even explain the way you make him feel. Yuta is all about body worship and his favorite way to go about it is having his face shoved between your legs for hours. He’s just as vocal as you are while he eats you out, groaning and whining against your cunt until the vibrations are making your eyes roll back as you cum again. He’ll be kneading your thighs as he eats, squeezing them like stress balls and hitting nerves that send sparks of electricity all the way to your toes and all the way up to the base of your neck. Without even trying, Yuta will manage to overstimulate you until you’re unironically going cross-eyed, fingers twitching as they bury in his hair and try to pull him off so you can catch your breath. Yuta is still a bit shy when it comes to being intimate outside of the privacy of your home. But that doesn’t mean he won’t drag you into the nearest bathroom and eat you out against the bathroom stall. In this sense, he’s almost cocky when someone unknowingly enters the bathroom only to see two sets of feet in one of the stalls. Not to mention the noises are echoing. Yuta lives to see your eyes going wide from embarrassment as he doesn’t stop, your noises are uncontrollable as he tongue fucks you. The poor bastard who entered the bathroom with the intention of properly using it just muttered under their breath and walked out.

Itadori Yuji

Yuji is eager, so, so damn eager. He wants to do anything and everything that brings you pleasure so when it comes to eating you out, he’s determined to be great at it. Yuji is the type to ask you for “practice” or “lessons” which is just his way of indirectly asking if he can eat you out. Most of the time, it’s an offer you can’t refuse, because as fate would have it, Yuji isn’t bad at anything. He’s so praise focused, eyes glued to your face as he flicks his tongue along your folds and waits for you to tell him he’s doing good. He’ll slow down when your praise isn’t coming fast enough because he wants you to beg. Yuji is a sucker for adding fingers to the mix, as much as he loves making you cum with just his tongue, he sees no point in limiting your pleasure for his own confidence boost. Kind of contradictory since he likes when you beg. Yuji is also the type to wake you up with his head between your legs, just slowly lapping at your cunt while also rutting his hips into the mattress, trying to not wake you up until you’re coming. He finds it so pretty when you wake up gasping, completely unable to restrict any of your noises as you orgasm. It’s important to mention that Yuji is a sucker for 69-ing and face sitting, he loves, loves, feeling your plush thighs caging in his head. He can’t get enough of the way your body settles so nicely into him, no longer afraid of “suffocating him” by sitting all the way down on him.

Fushiguro Megumi

He won’t admit it but he loves to eat you out. Megumi is shy at heart so even if he’s been with you for years, he can still get embarrassed when telling you how badly he wants to go down on you. He’s focused when he does get between your legs, hands gripping your thighs or hips while his tongue laps greedily at your cunt. Megumi loves to tongue fuck you, just because he knows it’s not enough stimulation to make you cum but enough to make you embarrassingly wet. He’s a bit mean at first, not willing to let you come until he feels you’ve earned it. He’ll stop abruptly just to sink his teeth into your inner thighs, not stopping until you’re gasping as the pain turns bruising. He’ll admire the teeth indents he’s left on your skin while his nails are scratching down your other thigh, tongue moving to wiggle against your clit until your hips are bucking. Megumi finds toys to be very hit or miss, but he’s found a love for stuffing you with a vibrator while putting all of his attention on your clit. Megumi’s preferred method of “torture” depends on his mood, either he’ll edge you until you’re begging or overstimulate you until you’re crying. He’s very private when it comes to these things… unless he’s jealous. Much like Yuta, he will not hesitate to drag you somewhere private while out in public to remind you of who you belong to.