#i just wanna hear their thoughts on the new boundaries between us but in the obvious ways

[ahappydnp]

also them using the word “fan” in the title when they used to be adamantly against says fans for years like is this a new line

[wonusdoll]

FLOWERS • PJS

Synopsis: Jisungs a hopeless romantic and gets jealous easily

Content: fluff! cavity inducing fluff so fluffy i wanna cry

pairing: Childhood Bestfriend!Jisung x reader

notes+ WHY DOES NOBODY WRITE FOR JISUNGGGG i had to take matters into my own hands so here you go :D this was originally gonna contain smut but i couldnt help myself with the fluff anyways, enjoy!!

You and Jisung weren't always friends. When your mom introduced her best friends second grader son, 4th grade you didn't mind. Until he started playing with your stuff, jumping on your bed, stealing your snacks, and blaming you on things he did and getting you in trouble.

Naturally, you started resenting him, dreading when he would come over, and chose to ignore him at school, finding it embarrassing whenever he would go over to you and your friends at the playground and ask to play with them. your friends found him cute, but you, you hated him.

Going into your middle school years, he slowly got more tolerable. He started understanding boundaries but still was the same annoying little kid.

In some point of time, Jisung turned from an annoying little kid who yelled and cried all the time to one of your closest friends. And then when he finally started high school, you guys started hanging out willingly, without his mom forcing him to go over.

Some days you would catch him in your living room watching tv with your dog, or accidentally walking in on him showering in your bathroom, or in your kitchen making ramen. Sometimes he would bring his friends over to your house. You honestly didn't mind that much as long as they never broke anything, or disturbed her in any way, which jisung made sure never happened.

"Jisung?? That you??" You yelled from the top of the stairs after hearing feet shuffling and the front door opening and closing. The two of you made plans to watch horror movies and have a sleepover to celebrate the new season of autumn.

"Nope!" Jisung yelled back, making you go downstairs with a grin. But you immediately furrowed your brows and bit your inner cheek, upon seeing 6 other people. you knew them, jisung would bring them around sometimes but you didn’t know them.

"Jisung, whats going on?"

He grinned annoyingly cutely back and held up some convenience store bags up and nodded towards his friends, "They wanted to hang out but my mom banned us from the house after last time.”

You scoff and look at him like he was crazy, "What- are you kidding me?" You say just above a whisper, flickering your eyes between him and the guys behind him, "I thought we were gonna hang out?? You didn't even ask if it was okay to bring them over? if you wanted to hang out with them instead you should've just told me."

With a smirk, jisung was much closer than you remember him being, he tucked a few stray strands of your hand back, "I'm sorry princess i should have asked, hm? If we're too much of a bother we'll quiet down okay?" He pulled away and looked into your eyes, pleading and begging for uou to say yes.

You mask your flustered state with a sigh and wiping your face with your hand as if annoyed.

"Fine, whatever, just— leave me alone im gonna go study" you warn making him grin and ruffle your hair, juxtaposing his previous act. He's called you princess numerous times before, even when you guys were kids but in that tone, that voice, and devilish smile, it felt different.

You wanted to tell him off for joking around with you like that, making you feel that way. It was something you always felt around him but maybe it was his perfectly messy hair, his oversized hoodie making him look so comfy, his soft plump lips, or his hand in your hair, or the name he called you, but the feeling became overwhelmingly strong, like when a candles been burning for hours and slowly the fire grows bigger and it fills the whole room with its pleasant fumes.

You hung around with them for a bit when you took a break from studying because you couldn't focus. but the reason you couldnt focus was sitting right across from you on the couch, sending lingering glances everybody noticed.

When he catches your gaze you turn away with a light blush but when you catch his, he doesnt shy away, keeping eye contact with you with a look in his eye that you couldnt read for the first time.

In the time you got to formally meet his best friends, you surprisingly got along with all of them. Huang Renjun was the one who stuck out the most out of the 7, other than Jisung who kept eyes on you the whole time.

You got to have a one on one conversation with Renjun about each others favorite music artists, which were quite similar, and art itself. You were already interested in art but with the knowledge and story telling Renjun excitedly provided made you want to learn more. So you guys planned a hang out the next day to an art museum Renjun was fond and familiar with. 

You posted the day out with him on your story with Art Deco - Lana Del Rey in the background.

Jisung always made sure to heart and reply to your story even if it was as simple as an ootd, but this time he didn't. You furrowed your brows and looked at the views and there he was, also active. You tried texting him regularly but you were left on delivered until 7 hours later but all you got was a

"sorry lol"

It hurt your feelings, you couldn't lie. So you texted him again not even 5 seconds later.

"too busy being active to answer? lmfao"

He leaves it on read for a few minutes before replying

"too busy hanging out with renjun? yk we all made plans tgt”

You scoff at his attitude

"whats your problem?? it was HIS choice to hang out with ME. not like you wanted to."

"chill out i just wanted them to meet you, didn't know you were gonna be all over them tho"

"fuck you."

You threw your phone at the end of the bed and hug your pillow against your chest as tears welled up in your eyes. You didn't know why you were so affected by his words, usually you wouldn't even press him so much about not answering, and would just leave him alone but seeing him be so uninterested left a mark on you.

A few nights later you were watching a scary movie in the darkness of your living room when you heard knocks on your front door. you paused the movie to make sure it wasn't from the tv, and when they come again, you look at the time.

"Who's here at 11:30 at night" You whisper to yourself and cautiously approach the door.

Thunder suddenly struck making you whimper and jump back, but you decide to just rip the bandaid off, after all horror movies aren't real right?

"Jisung?!" You exclaim, seeing him standing there out in the pouring rain with his head down ashamed.

"Hey.."

You quickly let him in, taking his soaked coat off and telling him to wait while you get a towel.

He was silent while you scolded him for being out in the rain so late without so much as an umbrella.

He finally brung his hands from behind his back, revealing your favorite flowers in an articulated assorted bouquet wrapped in paper.

"Sorry if they're kind of ruined.. I ran all the way here" He sniffles and scratched his nape awkwardly.

You bite your lip remembering your last interaction, "You wanna tell me why?"

"I'm sorry y/n im so sorry im such a fucking loser and a coward for getting mad at you  I never wanted to hurt you i just was so angry that you hung out with Renjun that i took it out on you without thinking and ive been trying to figure out how to apologize to you so i went to the flower shop like 10 times in the past 2 days because i wanted to get you flowers but you have 5 different favorite flowers so i got 5 different bouquets for you then realized that was too much so i just got one with 2 of your favorites but felt bad that i left out the other 3 so i got another one with all of them but they didn't look good so i spent the whole day learning how to make a bouquet to make it perfect for you then realized it was already night and thundering and you hate thunder so i ran all the way here and now they look horrible and ugly and-"

"JISUNG." You put a stop to his rant with a chuckle and put your hands on his pink dusted cheeks. He pants out and looks in your eyes to find any anger or disgust in them but you were smiling, "Hey its okay, i promise its okay," You take the flowers from his hands and bring them up to your face to smell them, "they're beautiful ji, seriously."

He takes another pan over your face to scan your expression to really make sure you weren't mad and one he realized that, he lets out the breath he was holding and chuckles, then laughs a bit harder.

You laugh along with him then card your fingers through his wet hair, "Did you really learn how to make a bouquet of flowers for me? And run all the way here in the rain?" You ask, softly now.

He smiles and takes your hand away to hold it instead, "Yeah.. you know i would swim across the whole ocean just to get these to you. Also whats wrong with learning a new skill, i always wanted to learn how to.. make assorted flowers.." He dryly chuckles at the end.

you could hear your heart thumping out of your chest when you feel the pressure of his eyes staring into your own, as if trying to answer a question he hasn't asked. so you ask your own.

"Jisung," You start making him nod, "Why were you so upset?" You ask, making you swallow thickly.

and suddenly you're hyper aware of everything going on, your breathing, your blinking, the rain and thunder, his facial expressions, his thumb caressing your hand.

Jisung doesnt answer for a second, trying to find the right words. His mouth was drying up, he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out so he gulped.

He was now holding your hand with both of his hands, "I love you." he blurted, "I love you and Im selfish and only want you to myself, I just wanted to treasure you for my myself and not let other people see how amazing and perfect you are because i was scared you'd fall for them and forget about me so when i saw you were with renjun and saw how excited you were to talk to him and hang out with him i felt.. rejected? in a way? like he had something i didn't to make you feel that way. So i was sad and upset and jealous— god, i was so unbelievably jealous, and i know im not allowed to because we're only best friends and you're allowed to be friends and talk to anybody you want to but i just- i just didn't want you to notice anyone else, and leave me.."

He ended his rant with a sigh and closed his eyes shut, mentally preparing for you to laugh in his face and friend-zone him, but it never came.

When he opened his eyes you were just standing there, not saying anything, with a smile on your face.

You giggled as he looked at you with an expectant look.

“Okay.”

His brows furrowed and his hand started slipping from yours “That- thats it? Just okay? You couldn’t have let me down any better-“

“Okay, I wont leave you.”

His expression softened, watching as you laughed and hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest, “Jisung park, I will never leave you and you can never leave me, if you do i’ll have to kill you.” You tried to threaten him but he just found you adorable, and picked you up in his arms.

You guys laughter filled the room, bouncing around the rooms, sounding almost louder than the rain and thunder.

Suddenly, your enemy turned into your bestfriend who turned into your lover. And you couldn’t have it any other way.

[tadc-harlequin-au]

God I'm way too invested in this au. Anyway I wanna hear more of the biology of the puppets and marionettes (might make fanart maybe)

I don't think I'm fully ready to delve into the topic of a Marionette because it reveals major story spoilers, for now just know that they are completely and utterly devoid of life, forever following an endless directive.

For the Puppets, I guess I can give a little bit more information about them, as long as I'm not crossing a personal story boundary I've set for myself lol

Once a Puppet reaches the first enlightenment stage, black tendrils begin to appear on their innermost structures slowly but steadily, as I've explained with Caine.

These things, these transformations... they can be jarring for the Puppet experiencing them for the first time especially when the Puppet starts to feel full sensations such as an electrifying jolt, a pain, or a touch, but make no mistake; aside from their weird alien appearance they mean no danger, and they can even come in pretty handy.

About half-way through the story, Pomni actually gains new abilities everytime she reaches a stage of enlightenment, and there are six steps to achieving the full process, and it may vary on how fast or slow these Puppets can achieve them.

Yeah, can you tell this is like, the leveling up system? lol

Firstly, let's start with Awareness.

Awareness is when a Puppet grows to think beyond their directive; their thoughts becomes separated from the imprinted norm that they used to know their whole existence.

Although, it's still the first stage, which means that even if a Puppet begins to think original thoughts for themselves, they'll still have a tendency to follow the original commands.

They'll just start thinking "hey, maybe I should stop and think about what exactly I'm doing for a second. Just for a second. Then I promise I'll go back to my routine."

At this rate, there's not much changes happening on the physical, except letting a Puppet feel physical touch, despite their mechanical body.

Secondly; Sentience

Sentience is when a Puppet grows... well, a genuine sentience, one that wasn't pseudo and pre-programmed into their very being.

They'll start exploring aspects that they haven't thought of exploring, and this is where creativity and imagination gets to shine a little more if the Puppet is on the creative side of things.

a Puppet may undergo a change of personality (not always guaranteed), so don't be surprised when the once-happy-go-lucky puppet starts crying out of nowhere.

black tendrils may seep out of an exposed joint or a cracked part, but they're only tiny little veins.

Thirdly; Conscience

Conscience is when a Puppet starts to feel emotions based on an inner moral system, that wasn't, again; pre-programmed into them.

they'll start to THINK what's right or wrong based on personal experiences, or maybe even remember their OWN former moral system from their past life, and even a combination of the two.

This is usually the part where they'll start to judge the directive imprinted into them, maybe bouts of unknown regrets will come too.

the veins become more noticeable at this stage, and can now be used for physical attributes/advantages.

Fourth; Reminiscence

This one is usually in tandem with the third, but not everyone can have the same case, since it always varies between all of them.

Reminiscence is when a Puppet remembers their past life prior to becoming what they are now; no strings holding them back from recalling anymore.

These come in the form of seeing major life events unfold right between your eyes; whereas before, there'll only be hazy glimpses.

Fifth; Persipience

Persipience is when a Puppet becomes wiser, and can now overcome the directive they were tasked with if they wished to.

This process can be agonizing for some because it is similar to the symptom of a withdrawal from an addiction.

Fortunately, once they've gotten over past that obstacle, they'll gain full automation over their bodies, the "itch" no longer as present as it used to be.

Sixth; Enlightenment

The final step.

A Puppet needs to come to terms with their new discovery.

They need to be at peace with the process of what had happened to them, accepting the progression from "Human" to "Puppet" as a part of their existence.

Final evolution takes place, and the Puppet can now fully utilize their soul magic to it's fullest extent.

Just like wisdom, not many are willing to go through this process/or can achieve this, since accepting the idea of "becoming a Puppet" like it's similar to the concept of growing up from adolescence to adulthood can be hard for some to fully stomach.

Although, it is considered as the "fully matured" process of the six stages.

Now, Madness takes just as much of steps as Enlightenment does. Only this time, you're on the wrong end of the stick.

Firstly; there's Isolation.

As the name itself applies, isolation is when a Puppet denies/is denied social interaction that their soul wants, prioritizing objectives over anything.

Subtle twitchiness may occur.

Secondly; Revelation

A revelation settles deep within a soul fragment laying inside a puppet's heart; they're trapped, and there's no escape.

Can also be called "entrapment", but revelation is cooler and sounds more fancy

Thirdly; Rebellion

Rebellion is when an attempt to rebel against the internal system of a Puppet takes place, but is not achieved due to the lack of free will and sentience on the physical and mental body.

The body becomes more uncontrollable, dangerously swinging and twisting.

the literal metaphor of an internal battle happening within oneself.

Fourth; Corruption

Another attempt is made by the soul energy, only this time, it's harnessing the worse aspects of a Puppet to propel itself and grow physically stronger, a desperate option.

large, black tendrils may burst through weaker parts and/or limbs; namely joints.

Repairs? What's that? Who even needs 'em lmaoooo

Fifth; Obsession

A Puppet begins to obsess over directives; a byproduct of the soul energy harnessing the negative traits that it's host was ingrained with.

The physical appearance of a Puppet becomes more grim, overexaggerated features that you'd only see in horror movies start to become more prominent.

Work is non-stop, no breaks. Liberation is irrelevant. The concept of humanity is irrelevant. They only exist to follow their directives now. If some shithead wants to tell you otherwise, they will fucking DIE.

Sixth; Madness

You've grown physically stronger. But at what cost?

ANYWAYS that was a massive infodump, what were talking about again?

Oh right. Puppet biology.

Uh, They're hella weird.

[bullet-prooflove]

"And I told everybody I was fine for a whole damn year" with Scola, please? Obviously make it 2 years

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @district447 @stelacole @abby-splace

Companion piece:

This Ain't Goodbye - Stuart and you make the decision to divorce due to the revelation about his son.

Every Inch Of You (NSFW) - You and Stuart spend the night together after two years apart.

Escapee - You and Stuart are reunited when a face from your past escapes from prison.

It’s past midnight and you’re sitting inside a safe house, deep in the suburbs staring at the Sylvester Stallone’s frozen features on the TV in front of you because you are positive you can hear someone tip toeing in the hallway outside your assigned bedroom.

It’s a second later you hear Stuart’s light rap on the door. It opens to reveal the man himself standing there in a navy blue t-shirt and plaid pyjama bottoms. You remember the nights where he wore nothing but black Calvin Klein boxers that clung to him in a way that was almost unholy.

Having a son has changed your ex-husband in ways you never could have imagined. After watching his interactions with Jack you can see he’s softer these days, more patient. There’s a joy in him that you know you never could have given him, even if you had stayed together and Jack hadn’t come along.

You expected it to hurt more, being around the two of them but instead of pain you’re plagued by a sense of wistfulness. You made the right decision by leaving. Your guilt and your bitterness over your condition wouldn’t have created a healthy environment for Jack to step into and he needed support at the time, he needed love and stability. You would have only brought turbulence.

“Can’t sleep?” You ask Stuart and he shakes his head as he leans in the doorway, unwillingly to cross some unseen boundary. Even now he’s thinking of you, of the stress this situation must be causing you. “Wanna watch Tulsa King with me?”

“Is it as bad as it sounds?” He asks as he steps over the threshold, watching as you shift the pillows against the headboard for him.

“It’s pretty fun.” You tell him, resetting the series to the first episode.

“Under the sheets?” He questions, gesturing at the quilt. “Or over?”

You know what he’s really asking.

Do you want me close? Or do you need space?

“I don’t mind.” You tell him honestly.

He climbs under the sheets with you, his shoulder bumping against yours and you’re taken back to last night, the two of you tangled up in one another in a hotel room before he’d received that phone call telling him he needed to leave. You know he must be thinking about it too from the way he unconsciously plays with his ring finger.

“It doesn’t hurt-” You find yourself saying into the space between you. “-seeing you with Jack. I thought it would but it doesn’t.”

“I worried.” He admits, tilting his head so he can study your features. “About what it would do to you being cooped up like this with us. I half expected to find you climbing out the window because you couldn’t take it anymore.”

You laugh then because it’s certainly something you would have considered in the past.

“The old Sasha definitely would have.” You tell him the edges of your mouth tipping up into a smile. “But this Sasha, the one that’s had time and therapy to deal with her issues, not so much. Besides I’m getting too old to shimmy down drainpipes.”

It’s his turn to laugh and you’ve forgotten just how much you love that sound.

“Did it help?” He asks you, rolling into his side and you mirror his posture so the two of you are face to face. “Taking some space, getting some distance?”

“It did.” You tell him as you prop you head up on the pillow. “I wasn’t as focused on the problem, I could look at it objectively in a way I couldn’t when I was here in New York.”

Stuart nods his head in understanding, before he reaches out and tucks an errant strand of hair back behind your ear.

“I’ve told everyone that I was fine for the past two years.” He tells you, his thumb tracing over the blush of your cheek. “And then you walked back into my life and I realised I wasn’t, not really. I was just existing but I wasn’t actually living. I was just being what he needed because I had to be, my life became about him because the rest of it… it’s empty.”

You understand exactly what he means. You’ve enjoyed every single one of your new experiences over the past few years but there’s still this void inside of you, this space that can only be filled by the man who lies across from you.

“I’m back in New York now.” You tell him, your lips brushing over his pulse point as you clasp his palm to your cheek. “They offered me a position setting up a training hub here in the city so maybe we could try again, see where that leads us.”

He smiles then and the expression on his handsome features, it just lights up your entire world even after all these years.

“Oh Sasha.” He whispers as he leans in close, his lips brushing over yours. “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.”

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[lemonmaid]

There is no one here.

Warnings: angst? Also this was kinda of a vent fic, I wrote down all my feelings from the past year and turned it into a fic, that's why it's corny.

(Name)/Reader is Yuu/Perfect

"I do everything, and I never get a thank you"

"I've had to take care of every mess, and my only reward is getting a pat on the back or being allowed to even go on trips as the bag carrier".

"When I complain, I just get threatened to be kicked out or reminded that there is no where for me to go. How would that make you feel?"

"I get asked to do thing, but if I don't do them then am the asshole"

"I have no one besides that damn cat to hug. How sad is that. I don't even remember when the last time someone said that they love me or gave me a genuine hug. I miss my family, I miss the people who genuinely cared about me".

"If I died here there wouldn't be anyone to care, my family probably thinks I'm already dead!"

(Name) felt like drowning, they felt like tempered glass that was dropped too hard.

'Burned out' that's the word (Name) wanted to use but who can say? Depression, burned out, anger, agony, it was the same thing in the mixing bowl, but beaten to hard.

(Name) just stared at their phone, waiting for the alarm to just go off so they could start another day, doing everyone's chores, then working a shift at Azul's lounge, then finally doing theirs and Grims homework.

*ting*

Times up. Time to get ready and be there for everyone while no one is there for you.

.....

(Name) could barely hear the arguing between Ace and Grim, then venting coming from Epel, (Name) was too zoned our to notice their food getting colder and colder. But they could feel the hundreds of eyes upon them, it was like a curse.

"(Name) are you-" before Jack could finish his sentence a swarm of needy people came to their table.

"Oohhhh (nammmmee)! Me and Jamil are going to this new restaurant, do you wanna come with?"

"Oi her-"

"Get your dirty paws off them, I was here first, so their attention should be on me".

"Shrimpy!! Can you take my shift tonighttttt?????".

The bickering slowly started fade out, (Name) couldn't focus on anything but clock ticking and their heart beating.

"IM GOING TO THE BATHROOM!" (Name) suddenly ran off.

In the bathroom, (Name) was almost hyperventilating.

'I can't keep doing this' (Name) thought as they splashed water onto their face.

(Name) looked in the mirror, their sunken face, tired eyes, their appearance was laughable.

(Name) felt angry, why are they always the bad guy, why can't they put boundaries? Why are they the one who has to do everything? Why are they the one who has to fix it?

(Name) was slowly seething.

But then their heartbreaks at the thought that no one really cares, can't anyone else see them slowly slipping away? Why won't anyone help them, why can't anyone else see what they are going through?

"Hey, you doing okay bro?"

(Name) turned around facing Duece, "Yeah, I'm fine. You know, stressed".

Deuce gave (name) a look, "are you sure? You look agitated"

(Name) thought about it, this would be a great time to just vent! "Am I? Sorry, I wouldn't know why"

Deuce hummed, "your food was getting cold, thought I would save it"

(Name) grabbed the tray from Deuce, "thanks".

A knock interrupts the two, "oh! (Name)! Perfect timing! I need your assistance!"

(Name) felt their body sink to the floor, "How can I help Crowley?".

Keys jingle, the door opens, "Perfect! I need your help! It's a dire situation! One that will cost Ramshackle!".

(Name) felt themselves age faster.

Crowley explains how he fell into a pyramid scheme, how does this involve (name)? No one knows.

"If you don't help! Who know what could happen! Those overbolts only happen around you!".

(Name) felt their heart-dropped, tears tricked down their face.

Deuce reached out for "(Name)".

"I just feel so ashamed and embarrassed? How was any of that my fault? Like don't they know how traumatizing it was for me to go through all of those damn overbolts? Why do they have the right" (Name) wailed.

Crowley and Deuce could only watch in shock.

"This is all YOUR fault!" (Name) screamed.

"Now listen here perfect! Just because-"

"NO! It is your fault! Why am I to take any of the blame?!".

"What's going on in here?".

A crowd gathered around the bathroom door, hushed voices, judgemental, sympathetic stares.

(Name) felt the stares, eyes staring at them, seething. It was all too much.

The room was spinning; the voices getting louder, more eyes appearing.

It was madness.

(Name) felt their heart race, breathing so fast like they'd run a marathon.

'I've got to get out of here'.

(Name) went to move into the crowded hallway, their steps erratic.

The hushing voices are getting louder.

"Look at them".

"How are they the perfect?"

"Can't do anything right-".

"They don't belong here-".

"Magicless-".

"Abnormal-".

"Waste of space-".

"The school's janitor-".

"Teacher's pet"-.

"Stuck up-".

"WORTHLESS-".

A hand grabs their shoulders, "(Name) are you alright?".

(Name) looks into Malleus's eyes, "no".

Darkness.

☆

(Name) finally opened their eyes.

'It's quiet'.

(Name) looked around and saw "Get Well Soon" cards decorated the room, deflated balloons.

"You're awake".

(Name) saw Crowley sitting in a chair by them, "It's been a couple of weeks you know? Personally I thought you were gone, I mean, a magicless human overbolting? Never happened before. But with you, a lot of things never happened before".

"I'm still... so tired" (Name) silently cried.

"I know. I'm sorry".

Authors note:

No part 2, this was a vent fic that I fixed up and wrote into putting characters from Twisted Wonderland.

Sometimes there is no happy endings.

[featureenvyproductions]

NEW PROJECT SPAMS

hi 👋

do you guys wanna see the stuff I'm working on for my new animation I decided to do? well I can't hear you through the screen so I'll assume yes and also time for info dump (below, after the drawing, in case you don't care). TLDR version is I'm making a thing where some people go to mars. I think I finally worked out a descent module and the shit attached to it, which I'll info dump about in a sec for now look at my sub par 95% free handed scribbles (I'm too lazy to find a ruler but I used the edge of a book for the solar panels). I do plan to revise this I think but this is draft 1.

K so what the fuck is this. So I have some people goin to mars in my animation - a collab between future nasa and future roscosmos. I know I could literally make this look like anything and absolutely ZERO people would care but like I HAD TO PUT A LITTLE THOUGHT INTO IT OR I WAS GONNA DIE OK. I basically absorbed videos and facts on soyuz capsules until I started dreaming exclusively about plunging into a desert in a tiny metal box and then I figured it was enough and ok wait back up ej we gotta toss some background info out there.

Ok tldr I thought about this mission my people are going on bc even though I'm not gonna include all this exposition in the story, it helps me guide the design of shit bc I'm not that creative lol. The reason it looks so much like the soyuz is basically because in my story this spacecraft is made by Russia and the one thing I notice is that their designs don't really seem to change drastically over time. They're just like "yeah this works" and then they do that really fucking well forever and honestly I get it and this story only takes place 15-20 years in the future so I borrowed a bit

So just a high level overview. The characters are leaving from Earth in this much smaller spacecraft that will dock with a bigger space-station-like vehicle already in orbit around earth that actually does the bulk of the journey. Part of the reason for this is the trade off is a journey 6 months of horrible radiation, near-zero-g, and conventional fuel OR a better but scarier rocket and a much shorter transfer. I went with the better rocket - a nuclear rocket. They'll get there in 45 days but the trade off is if something goes wrong it REALLY REALLY goes wrong. Thus the reason they're not using nuclear rockets earlier to leave the atmosphere.

Anyway tldr they're docking with a bigger ship.

This is the thing they take up to the bigger ship from earth (minus the first couple rocket stages but I won't really be showing that part of the journey so I didn't draw them). There are a couple different parts. The round one is the orbital module bc i figure they'll be headed quite a ways away to dock with the main ship and theyre gonna need a place to hang out and live and whatever.

The next one and the important one is the descent module.

Now I did kinda like I said base this on the soyuz BUT there are some notable differences which you can see in action in the side of the image at the top of this post if you squint. Mars has a tricky atmosphere. It's really thin. I gotta admit like I really have no fucking idea how to design airfoils for this, much less a descent capsule. But I did read a couple papers/watched some gifs of boundary layer separation over airfoils or whatever and I looked at some of the reasoning behind why say the Mars science laboratory aeroshell and the ingenuity rotor blades are weird looking compared to stuff that's designed for our atmosphere. It boils down to it's just harder to generate lift (big shocker).

My guys would run into the same problem coming down in a capsule, but I made it so that it's a little wider/flatter and sharper than the current generation soyuz capsules. I also added more control thrusters to it because these people will have to get themselves out of the capsule and won't have help, so it needs to be oriented correctly. If they're tipping to one side and approaching some weird rocks or whatever, they can blast those things and right themselves a bit hopefully. Yeah having a thruster array on either side kinda fucks up the airflow but like I need these for the plot. More on that later. I mean maybe I don't. I'm still thinking about it. If I decide this is a stupid idea I won't put them there but like I said draft 1 no one roast me too hard

Other than that it's pretty boring. I've got a Massive parachute (though who knows how much help thatll be. ) and some retrorockets that start firing as soon as they get close to the surface to try and cushion the landing.

Oh yeah and the other part here is just the instruments/solar panels/main propulsion tanks/thrusters. This is necessary so the module can power up at the end of the journey after the big ship enters a low mars orbit. It'll separate from the big ship and then perform a braking maneuver to ultimately enter the atmosphere and land.

Anyway I'm sorry I know like .5 people care about these info dumps however I'm not sorry enough to not do it and it will happen again

[velvetineblue]

🚢 (ellie & tai?? skkssksk)

do i ship our characters together?: yes????? I THINK.... MAYBE????? jkaajasj WOULD THEY WORK THO???? who knows...... | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes!!! | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes??? | unrequited love | fling?? | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship ( maybe like the just dating / new relationship stage where they're trying to figure each other and their boundaries, etc., out, idk ??? ) | toxic lovers* | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine ( who would be grumpy and who is sunshine in this scenario?? no. they're both Clowns akjajd i love them ) | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( PLOTTING perhaps so we can decide what we wanna do akjsajj. )

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: i say *TOXIC in the sense that-- in any of those types of relationships...... i think tai would be rly jealous of ellie's other relationships LADKJHAJ. like if it's supposed to be something casual and non-monogamous, such as FWB or casual-dating, where she's completely allowed to do whatever else she wants... he'll verbally agree that it's an open relationship, and deny being jealous........ but he would still "secretly" ( in quotations, because is he very good at hiding this??? probably not ) be jealous of whatever/whoever she's doing that isn't him 8 ( LMAO BUT OVERALL, HE FEELS VERY AWKWARD / CONFUSED WITH ELLIE AND HER PICK UP LINES !!! like does she actually mean it when she flirts, or is she just flirting for funsies..... he feels weird about the potential of having a strictly physical, no-strings-attached type of relationship with her. because SHE'S HIS FRIEND. HIS TEA TIME PARTNER!!! and he wouldn't want to ruin their friendship... but he will probably most definitely 100% make it weird if they enter into any kind of non-platonic territory. bro is soooo bad at casual things. he simply cannOT be casual in romantic matters; it's either COMPLETE OBSESSION or he feels nothing.

I HAVE A THOUGHT ON HOW TO MAKE HIM STOP BEING SUCH A BITCH THO, HEAR ME OUT !! if it's in supernatural verse, that plot we had where they're going out and like investigating stuff together ?? then maybe like........ they get involved in something rly dangerous. LIKE RLY LIFE-THREATENINGLY DANGEROUS!!! a big fight / escape from Certain Death happens . . . and it's like very shortly after that , despite tai's doubts and wariness toward this THING between the two of them, he finally acts on the unresolved sexual tension between them, because adrenaline is running high and it's kind of like "omg life is so short; one or both of us could have DIED and never have this chance again" ??? DO U SEE MY VISION???? idk kajdhj i think it's one way to get him to just shut up and kiss her, sksksk

[accidentalbi]

a small assortment of lyrics from my playlists, 3 - ?

" I'm sorry, but your story isn't adding up. "

" Think your religion is a lie to keep my mouth shut. "

" I won't testify to crimes you're keeping score of. "

" Why don't you throw me to the wolves? I thought you were one. "

" You were standing there like an angry god, counting off my sins just to cross them off. "

" Saying that my tongue was too loud to trust. "

" My dear, you're not so innocent. "

" You're fooling Heaven's gates so you won't have to change. "

" You're no saint. "

" Your revelations don't look nothing like the pictures. "

" You read between the lines and don't stick to the scriptures. "

" You only follow rules if others follow with you. "

" That doesn't sound so holy. "

" That doesn't sound so holy, only playing victim. "

" Keep your judgement for someone else, I've had enough. "

" How much is art really worth? "

" The very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most. "

" But you need your rotten heart. "

" You need to go to war to find material to sing. "

" I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to sing; my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology. "

" Just when you think you have it figured out, something new begins to take. "

" What strange claws are these, scratching at my skin? "

" I never knew my killer would be coming from within. "

" I was never as good as I always thought I was. "

" I was never as good as I always thought I was, but I knew how to dress it up. "

" I was never satisfied, it never let me go. "

" I'm in love with an angel, Heaven forbid. "

" Made me a believer with the touch of her skin. "

" I go to Hell and back with you. "

" I go to Hell and back with you, stay lost in what we found. "

" Worlds apart, we were the same until we hit the ground. "

" Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm weak. "

" Maybe I'm blinded by what I see. "

" You wanted a soldier, but it wasn't me. "

" So fly on your own. "

" It's time I let you go. "

" I'm in love with an angel who's afraid of the light. "

" Her halo is broken, but there's fight in her eyes. "

" Walls were built to keep us safe until they're crashing down. "

" So glad to see you well, overcome and completely silent now. "

" With Heaven's help, you cast your demons out. "

" And not to pull your halo down around your neck and tug you off your cloud -- "

" I'm more than just a little curious how you're planning to go about making your amends to the dead. "

" Recall the deeds as if they're all someone else's atrocious stories. "

" Now you stand reborn before us all. "

" And not to pull your halo down around your neck and tug you to the ground -- "

" With your halo slipping down to choke you now. "

" I used to float, now I just fall down. "

" I used to know, but I'm not sure now what I was made for. "

" What was I made for? "

" I was an ideal. "

" Turns out I'm not real. "

" I don't know how to feel. "

" I don't know how to feel, but I wanna try. "

" When did it end? All the enjoyment. "

" I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend. "

" Think I forgot how to be happy. "

" Something I'm not, but something I can be. "

" Something I wait for, something I'm made for. "

" You can be a lover or a fighter, whatever you desire. "

" Wings of a butterfly, eyes of a tiger. "

" Whatever you want, baby; choose your fighter. "

" I know this world can be a little confusing, no walk in the park. "

" I can help you solve the riddle; you're perfect as you are. "

" You're perfect as you are. "

" If you wanna break out of the box, wanna call all of the shots, if you wanna be sweet or be soft, then go off. "

" Don't let nobody tell you you can't. "

" It's giving thunder and lightning. "

" I can feel the floor shaking and the glass begin to break. "

" The air is getting thinner with every breath that I take. "

" The calm before the storm, you could hear the drop of a pin. "

" Never been claustrophobic, but now the walls are closing in. "

" I've crossed every line, broken every boundary. "

" Now it's retribution time. "

" Strike me down, take me away. "

" Debts are due, it's time to pay. "

" Face what I deserve. "

" Here comes judgement day. "

" I won't run, the guilt is mine. "

" Too long denying all my crimes. "

" Hearts are easily broken when you've been made in the shade. "

" Don't do love, don't do friends. "

" I'm only after success. "

" Don't need a relationship. "

" I'll never soften my grip. "

" I just want to make a change. "

" I know exactly what I want and who I want to be. "

" I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine. "

" I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy. "

" One track mind, one track heart. "

" If I fail, I'll fall apart. "

" Maybe it is all a test. "

" I feel like I'm the worst, so I always act like I'm the best. "

" If you are not very careful, your possessions will possess you. "

" Now real life has no appeal. "

" I'm gonna live, I'm gonna fly. "

" I'm gonna fly. "

" I'm gonna fail. "

" I'm gonna fail, I'm gonna die. "

" I'm gonna die. "

[letscrywolff]

The real reason we “can’t go back” is because it would require you to be vulnerable, open, and honest - and you can’t do any of that. We’d have to actually address what went wrong for you and why you really left. You’d have to come clean.

I can’t see you ever doing that.

We talked about clearing the air before. But I went so insanely easy on you. I never really cared about why you left. I just cared that you were back. So I didn’t dwell on the past. But I should have pressed you harder. A lot harder.

And this time I would.

But you literally can’t handle being held accountable. I’ve seen you squirm before with extremely soft questions. You acted like you were in the hot seat for simply being asked some basic about your own decisions. It’s honestly hilarious how you write yourself as this “hard” person. You’re soft as hell. It’s one of your draws! You realize it’s a good thing to have the strength to be soft in such a hard world? It’s soft to conform. It’s hard to be yourself.

But when I was questioning you, you didn’t wanna talk specifics, even though they’re exactly what I deserve to know.

You treated it like that poetry swap in my car. “I don’t want to talk about it” you were so uncomfortable sharing your truth.

You have a really uncomfortable relationship with the truth and accountability.

But yeah. We could go back. We could try again. We could treat it like new. You could give me more insight, or be more up front with your boundaries and dealbreakers - which by the way I asked you up front about and you told me you had no real dealbreakers. I also asked you up front about the speed we move. “Do you think it’s better to move fast in the beginning so that we can have smooth sailing the rest of the time?” You gave it a thoughtful “it depends” response.

Point is I was upfront about my intentions and gave you the time and space to work off of them. There were no surprises here. You had the kind of information and internal insight that I wish you could have ever provided me. And I gave you multiple opportunities to speak up on if things were working for you and what you wanted. Multiple opportunities to have your voice heard and respected. I did all I could with what you were willing to provide. I tried my damndest to hear you out but I can’t do everything on my own. I need a partner that’s willing to put their side of the relationship in too. You phoned it in so often.

And despite all that you still shifted the blame to me when I pressed you for some dignity and closure. You felt “pushed“ and you “didn’t like it”.

I don’t doubt you truly felt that way… but held against the context of reality, it just sounds like fear and immaturity because you’d been given a heads up about everything you felt “pushed” into and you had endless opportunities to do something about it, to help direct the relationship the way you wanted it to be, I was moving along with the pacing YOU were helping set, and besides, it’d been 6 years, I was upfront about everything, you knew I was dead serious, and there weren’t any major conflicts between us. If you needed more time, more nights together, more whatever - then all you needed to do was ask. I was ready on my end. I didn’t need to overthink things like that. I know we worked. I know we still do. But I’ve learned over time, with enough doubters, that sometimes I just have to know it even if they can’t admit it - kind of like how you expected me to just “know” you always loved me before you ever had the guts to say it.

And it’s the same way I know we could go back, we could make this work, and we could both be happy together. But I can’t be the only one to know it and you can’t be convinced otherwise, even though you’re always happy when we do reconnect.

[brooklynislandgirl]

His laughter is a pure sound. It reminds her of muted sunlight trickling in from behind the curtains on a lazy spring morning. Not yet too much from summer's harsh kiss, not tinged with cold from winter's bitter and lingering bite. Of course, he'd probably die of embarrassment were she to tell him so. It's not that he doesn't take compliments well but rather that Ben is a sensitive soul and sometimes being noticed or admired, regardless of reason, doesn't sit well on him. She can absolutely understand that. "Oh, that's a good one," she says and giggles softly in her own right. "And good for you that I'm really…bendy." His comment about animals serves to endear him to her even more but she arches a brow, unable to stop herself from having to ask- "Uh…do I wanna know about pisceside? Is it a personal bias or just habitual neglect? Not that I'm judging here." Okay, maybe she is just the tiniest of bits but he doesn't have to know and she keeps it hidden. "Short list… Princess Bride by William Goldman. Night Watch by Terry Pratchett. Trilogy of the Rings, Tolkien. Dumas' Count of Monte Cristo, Gaiman's American Gods, the Sackett series by Louis L'amour. I mean I could go on forever, and might do better with the boundaries of genre, or at least an idea of the kind of story you want to read. But now, it's your turn to share some titles with me. And maybe we agree to a custody exchange of our favourites. It's not really steppin' out on your library, I promise. All that being said, maybe I am a tease." The faint flush of her cheeks suggests she's no such thing and even just saying it feels odd. She doesn't seem to mind these all too brief and somewhat prim touches they trade between one another. Her gaze lingers on his lips in a sultry fashion as she narrows her eyes on his face. A moment later though she flashes him a glimpse of the sharp points of her teeth in a fully blossomed smile when he feigns shock. "Oh yeah, no," she's quick to interrupt, waving a hand in front of her face in small circles. "All this? Carefully matriculated glamour to pass unnoticed amongst mortals." She lowers her voice to conspiratorial whisper. "Just like under those button ups, sweaters, and oxfords? Abs hidden by golden armour, wide opalescent wings, and somewhere secret? Flaming sword. Tell me I'm wrong. I dare you."

That pronouncement that he's some sort of arch angel is further cemented in her thoughts when he talks about the disaster of his own prom, and she can hear the upper middle class at the very least dripping from his tone. Feels empathy flood her chest with a desire to comfort him. If she thought he wouldn't shy way from her, she'd offer him a hug because things like that leave behind residual trauma. Parents never seem to understand how much damage they do to their children, and how they make it impossible to ever try and fix it. "What happened with the girl you actually liked? Tell me there was some kind of fairy tale moment where you connected at least before you went away for University? Or that at least your cousin bought you new shoes." Beth chokes on a laugh or her words when he offers the word thesaurus. He's not wrong. She doesn't really have language for what she is. There are a lot of terms and flags that are thrown around like beads during a Mardi Gras parade on Bourbon, all of which seem to fluctuate depending on who chooses to use them, and what aspects they seem to incorporate with best. Beth has never thought of herself as anything other than a girl. Woman now. She's never really had any celebrity crushes beyond Eddie Vedder and even that's more an admiration of his charitable nature and his activist choices as well as his music. She has noted that the two times she'd ever felt a more-than-platonic feeling for someone, it had been a man. She's not been attracted to another woman before, but she can't say she never would be, nor any combination in between. Ben swoops in though and tries to keep the moment grounded in the here and now, and not some internalised hellscape that they are both easily inclined toward through experience, and she can't begin to express her gratitude that he does. So she simply reaches out and takes one of his hands and cradles it between both of hers, tangling the ends of their fingertips loosely. "See? I couldn't tell. I always thought bringing physical intimacy up in a coffee shop was totally apropos, and you shouldn't feel awkward at all." A shake of her head denoting she wasn't serious, and for a second, the air catches the very subtle scent of her perfume. "You're not wrong though. After my brother's…I ended up slipping out of the house and heading down to his favourite bar. Fortunately, my best friend was able to stop me from making a huge, huge mistake. I don't know that I wanted to be fruitful, I just didn't want to be…lonely." And again, everything turns on its head. Her elbows on her knees, his hand held in hers, she leans forward, closer to him. She meets his gaze without shyness or emotional distance. "I'm going to assume you've ah… been with someone before…in that way. What was it about them? What did it make you feel?"

Kink shame?

Ben laughed at that, his eyebrows drawing high on his head. "All right, so my humor's a little one-note these days," he agreed. "If you'd prefer I shake things up, I could always pretend to be something more exotic, like an art collector who plans on stuffing you into my comically under-sized suitcase." He held up a hand by way of making a solemn vow. "And I would never orphan your cat. Animals are arguably more deserving of my respect than people...if you ignore that I've gone through an embarrassing amount of goldfish as of late."

Ellie's nose crinkled and she grinned, the warmth in her gaze much like a dazzling, summery blossom that made Ben fight off a smile of his own. The playful skim of her fingertips over his knee caught him off guard, and flustered, he ignored the pink in his cheeks while reassuring, "Oh no, I was dead serious. I do spend an ungodly amount of time at the library, and I am a proud carrier of a library card. The joke in question was myself." Here, his lips lifted into his trademark grin of self-deprecation. "And please do tell me your favorite books. If you don't, I'll be forced to deem you a tease."

Gently, he knocked his foot against hers underneath the table, if only to convey his jest.

"…And if we're going to get personal? It's because under this alluring and mysterious facade, I'm actually a hideous troll and live under the Triborough Bridge."

Ben gave a faux gasp. "I knew it. All the pretty ones have real estate underneath local bridges." He nudged her again. "C'mon, you don't actually expect me to believe that, do you? A troll, maybe, but hideous? Never."

While Beth regaled him with bread crumbs from her childhood, he fell silent, his smile far more subdued as he tried to picture her -- smaller, bright-eyed, quiet, but with a brother who loved her and made the pain of adolescence worthwhile. Unbidden, a twinge formed inside his chest and he resisted the urge to reach for her -- surely, she wouldn't wish for that? -- and instead, he offered, "Sounds better than my senior prom. I had to go with my cousin. No..." He straightened with mock pomposity. "Correction, it was a 'privilege,' according to my uncle, to take her instead of the girl I was actually attracted to. And for all the thanks I deserved, she ended up sneaking in some liquor and hurling all over my shoes."

Despite his attempts at levity, Ellie's features darkened. "And maybe most importantly, I'm…ah. I'm…"

"In need of a thesaurus?" he teased.

"Let's just say…it takes me a long time to realise that I might be interested in someone in a romantic way, and people don't like waiting."

Oh.

"Their loss," Ben decided. "In my mind, the best companions are always the ones worth waiting for. Unfortunately for me, I'm rather woeful at social interaction -- in fact, this is the first time in a long, long while that I've felt comfortable talking in this way...so my sincerest apologies." Here he chuckled, lifting his shoulders. "Still, you'd think I'd be able to get at least one date, seeing how funerals allegedly fill people with the ancient, primordial urge to 'be fruitful and multiply.' According to what I've read, a self-preservation instinct kicks in when people die, and some mourners seek coitus to alleviate that so-called danger of dying out. But fear not! Thus far, I haven't felt the need to jump anyone's bones, so you're safe...however, if you keep referring to yourself as a 'sexy troll,' I just might not be able to help myself."

[etherealxwitch]

I Can Make You Scream

Pairing: Ghostface!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Summary: You ask Eddie to do something new in the bedroom and he is very up for it

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), slight perv!eddie, rough sex, cnc, somno, mask kink, knife play, dirty talk, boot riding, slight dub con, degradation, praise, slapping. hair pulling, name calling (slut, whore, pathetic), spitting, dacrypfillia, oral (m receiving), ball play, facial, cum play, spanking, choking, unprotexted sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, little aftercare

WC: 3.8K

(I have never done something like this before, enjoy!)

Tonight was movie night for Eddie and you, it happened once a week and neither of you would miss it. It was your turn to host and pick the movie and you of course picked a horror one. “Scream” was your favorite movie and you were about to introduce Eddie to it. “Listen this is one of the best horror movies to be made, I don’t want to hear any complaints coming from you.” Eddie was a picky movie watcher, always putting in his two cents when you never asked. You put the movie on and snuggled up real close to him. “Just try and enjoy this one, okay?” He nodded his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

The opening sequence of the movie was playing and you kept looking over to Eddie’s face, trying to read it. Ghostface appeared on screen and it was as if a lightbulb turned on. “Wait,” you got up and paused the movie before turning back to Eddie. “I have a thought..”

Eddie sat up and gestured for you to continue, “I’m all ears, baby.” Suddenly, you were nervous. Why were you nervous? Eddie was literally the most non-judgmental person in the world. I guess your idea was just making you feel very vulnerable since it was super kinky, even for you two. When it came to sex, Eddie and you were beyond adventurous. Before Eddie though, you weren’t as kinky, but he brought it all out. Maybe this could just be another thing to add to the list.

“So, you see the mask right?” You pointed at the television with one hand while the other twisted the end of your shirt, trying to distract your nerves. “Well, what if you were to like, wear it during sex?” You had a thought like this before, reading some taboo/erotica novels that involved something called CNC. The thought of you ever trying it never crossed your mind until tonight.

A smirk grew on Eddie’s face as he stood up and grabbed both of your hands, “Like me play the killer?” The smirk meant he liked the idea, thank God. You nodded your head at him, “we could plan something out. I don’t wanna know when it’s going to happen. I like the idea of a surprise.” Was this really going to happen? Were you really going to live out your Ghostface fantasy? You couldn’t help the throb that formed between your thighs.

“So it would be consensual, but not?” Eddie looked confused at the part, not fully understanding.

“Yeah, just acting like it’s not.” You pressed your body against his, your arms wrapped loosely around his waist, “gives the both of us more adrenaline.” The two of you talked it over more, establishing some details, boundaries, and safe words. Both of you were nervous, but more than anything, you were both excited. 

Eddie walked backwards until he softly fell onto the couch, pulling you to straddle him. “Whaddya say we get a little bit of practice in?” You felt the familiar outline of his clothed, hard cock against you and you let out the smallest whimper and nodded your head, rolling your hips against his. “Awe, can you not use your words?” Eddie placed his hands on your waist, slipping his fingers just under your loose shirt. Goosebumps rose in the presence of his fingers, sending a slight shiver down your body. His cock pressed into you more and you wanted, no need, to feel him inside you.

Your hands moved to his pants, quickly undoing the belt. “Practice makes perfect, but right now I need to feel you inside me.” Once the belt was undone and his pants were unzipped, you slipped your hand in and felt his throbbing cock. Eddie hissed at the contact and pulled you in for a heated kiss. 

“You’re going to be the death of me.” Eddie mumbled against your lips before flipping the top of you over, you now pinned under his body. “I have no complaints about it though.” Tonight was going to be a long night and you were so ready to feel every inch of him.

“C’mon, Eds, need it.” Begging was Eddie’s weakness and he was about to give you everything he had. The movie had now been long forgotten about.

It had been a couple weeks and both you and Eddie had forgotten your little idea, or so it seemed. What you didn’t know was that Eddie couldn’t forget it. He kept thinking back to how nervous you were to ask him to do it and how cute your reaction was when he agreed. Secretly, he had been planning the whole thing. Everything was ready to go, the last thing to do was put the plan into action. To be honest, Eddie had no idea why you were so turned on by the mask and everything, but he was always willing to try something new with you, especially when something was so kinky.

It was late at night and you had the home to yourself. Your parents were off on some trip and Eddie had called earlier to say that band practice was going to be longer tonight. You didn't think much about it, it was normal for that to happen. Instead of just sulking about not being able to see your boyfriend tonight, you turned into bed early. Hopefully tomorrow will be different. 

You were in such a deep sleep that you didn’t hear the loud boots coming up the stairs or them making their way into your room. It was quiet, almost too quiet but you were still fast asleep. A cold blade pressed to your skin made you stir a little, worrying him. Your body now positioned to where you were on your back, the blanket off your body, giving him the perfect view of your spread legs and lacy red panties. It’s as if you knew this was going to be happening tonight. 

The sight of your panties made him groan behind his mask, he had never seen someone more angelic than you. You were perfect and he couldn’t wait to corrupt you in every way possible. He pressed the blade into your thigh, watching as it made a little indentation in your skin. Trailing the blade higher, he slipped it under your panties, cutting them just the slightest bit. Now, he had a full view of your perfect little pussy and the bit of wetness that shone in the moonlight. God, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you.

A gloved hand traveled up your thigh and jolted you awake. Just as you were about to scream, another hand pressed itself against your mouth, “you make one fucking noise and I’ll make this so much worse for you.” You nodded your head against the hand before it was pulled away. You were a little scared until you looked up and saw the familiar Ghostface mask and you breathed a small sigh of relief. “No, please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel,” you let out a giggle until you felt the blade gently pressed against your throat and you noticeably gulped.

He cocked his head to the side, the mask eye level with you. You searched for the brown eyes that you knew too well, but saw only black. “Do you think this is a game?” The knife was pulled away and replaced with a hand. The hand squeezed at your throat and you tried your hardest to act afraid. You were pulled closer to the mask, your face now inches away from it. “I’m gonna fuck you like the stupid whore you are. Maybe, just maybe, depending on how good that sweet pussy is, I’ll show you some mercy and spare your life.”

Slowly, you nodded your head. “Please, I-I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hurt me.” Never did you ever think that you would be begging for your life, even if it was just roleplaying. He grabbed your chin and ran his thumb over your cheek, in a mock sympathy kind of way.

“So desperate to live, are you? I wonder how far you’ll go.” He ran a hand through your hair before pulling at the base, “On your knees.” You quickly followed his instructions, looking up at him with fake fear. “I saw how wet that pussy was when you were just showing it off to anyone,” he slipped his black boot under you, “go on, fuck yourself.”

You were nervous, you had never done anything like this before, but it all seemed so hot. His foot flexed under you and you could feel it against your now swollen clit. It took everything out of you to not let out a moan at the contact.

“Don’t have me waiting all night, you wouldn’t want me to get impatient.” The hand that was still in your hair pulled again and you started to move your hips. It was a weird feeling, the toe of the boot being cool and smooth, but the friction was enough for you to feel good. The more that the foot flexed under you, the more you would grind your hips. You could feel yourself getting wetter, small whimpers leaving your mouth as you held onto his leg to steady yourself.

You heard a chuckle above and you looked up, not stopping your hips. “Does it feel good, slut? Feel good to be rubbing that little clit against my boot?”When you didn’t answer, he placed the knife in his pocket and took his now free hand to slap your face, causing you to moan. “I asked a fucking question.”

“Y-yes, feels s’good.” You never thought you would be into slapping but him doing that sent an electric shock from your head straight down to your pussy.

His gloved hand came and grabbed your cheeks, hooking a thumb in your mouth. “Such a sweet mouth, need to put it to work.” He leaned down a bit and removed his mask just so you could see his mouth. He spit, directly hitting your tongue. “A drooly baby, you better swallow it.” You did as he told, immediately swallowing his spit and letting out a small hum. You kept your mouth open, waiting for what was to come. He took his hand from your cheeks and unzipped his pants, just enough to pull out his hard cock. “I think that my cock deserves some attention.” You had no time to protest, his cock sliding in your wet mouth, hitting the back of your throat. The both of you let out a groan. The feeling of his heavy cock in your mouth added more pleasure to you getting yourself off on his boot.

You kept grinding yourself against his boot as he started to fuck your face. He was timing his thrusts to the way your hips moved. You were so close, so fucking close. Your moans were muffled by his cock and you had him throwing his head back in pleasure. 

“Y’gonna cum on my boot like a good slut?” He shoved his cock further down your throat, if that was even possible. You gagged around his cock, causing some tears to flow from  your eyes and mess up the leftover makeup you had on. “Would you look at that,” he swiped a thumb over your tears before bringing it to his mouth to lick, “poor baby can’t take my cock, can she?”

That was enough to have you cumming in seconds. You pulled your mouth away from his cock and leaned forward as best as you could. It all came crashing down hard and the moans leaving you were so loud, “Eddie! Fuck, yes.” You couldn’t stop moving your hips, not until you were done making a mess.

“Who the fuck is Eddie?” He pulled your hair to force you to look at him, your breath still ragged. You watched as he moved his boot from under you, your cum dripping off it. “Be a good girl and clean up the mess you made” 

You bent down, cleaning it with a piece of clothing before he stopped you. “Use your mouth.” You stuttered to find words and he mocked you, “you made the mess, don’t act shocked.” Wanting to please him, you did as he asked. Your tongue lapped up at the mess and you couldn’t help but let a little whimper at the sweet taste of yourself. “Look at you, nothing but a pathetic little slut. You’re right where you belong; under me.” The way your pussy clenched around nothing from his words was amazing, he was really into this character.

Once satisfied, he pulled you up. You were finally level with him and you noticed those soft lips. Needing to kiss him, you leaned forward only for him to pull his mask back down before throwing you onto the bed. “I-I wanna kiss you?”

He scoffed and moved to straddle your chest, the tiniest bit of his weight pressed into you. “You think I would kiss you? I’m not your boyfriend, slut.” His cock was right at your lips, leaking precum over them. This position was new, but having his cock this close to you had your mouth water. He hooked his thumb in your mouth again before guiding his cock back inside. “So warm for me. I bet your pussy is even warmer, hmm?’” You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together, he was making you so needy. His cock throbbed on your mouth and you hummed around him, a groan fell from his lips, muffled by the mask. “Love being a little cockslut, don’t you?”

You tried your best to nod with his cock deep down your throat. He felt so good and heavy in your mouth. It just slides so easily in and out and to hear him groaning above you? Feeling the thick vein on his shaft, just feeling him was so good. Fuck, you could stay like this forever and never complain.

“You know what’s better than having my cock in your mouth?” He pulled it out, a string of your saliva mixed with his precum connecting from your lips to the tip of his cock. “My balls,” you noticed that he had pulled them out and your eyes went wide. “See something you like?” He moved forward, straddling your chest just a bit more. Now, his cock was resting against your forehead and his balls were dangling right in your mouth. “S’good for me, so greedy.” You sucked each ball into your mouth, rolling your tongue over the soft skin. He moaned above you, his hand stroking at his cock. “Wanna cum all over this pretty face.”

He was close to cumming, you could tell by the way his balls tensed up in your mouth. The feeling only made you suck faster, wanting to feel his cum on you. One more suck was all it took to have him shooting his cum all over your face. It was hot and sticky, but you loved it.

“Fuck, that’s it, keep making me cum.” HIs breath was ragged the more you sucked before letting go with a wet pop. “You look so much prettier with my cum covering your face.” What he did next was totally unexpected. He licked up his cum and spit it right into your mouth, watching as you eagerly swallowed every last drop. You not only moaned at the taste of him but at how lewd that act was. 

You gulped, not wanting to beg, but you needed something. “Please, please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. I promise I’ll be good to you.” He chuckled at your begging and moved off of you to strip off his pants and boxers. You noticed your salvia still dripping off his balls and you brought a hand down to rub at your very swollen clit. “M’so wet for you, it’ll be so easy.” You were saying anything at this point. 

“You’d let a stranger fuck you to just save your life?” He grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards the edge of the bed, “You really are a pathetic slut, aren’t you?’ Your legs spread out of habit and you swore you heard him moan at the sight of you. “You’re fucking dripping. Is this all for me? Is this because I’m treating you like the whore you are?” Your head nodded before you could even realize what he was saying, you were putty in his hands. 

He tapped the hefty tip of his cock against your clit, causing you to slightly jump at the action. His recovery time was impeccable, always so fast. You reached down and grabbed at his cock, holding it still as you grind your pussy against it. “Your cock feels so good. Can’t you feel how ready I am for you?” You watched as he breathed heavier, his cheating rising and falling deeply. The whole thing with you acting scared left the room forever ago, the need for him taken over.

“Gonna take what I give you?” He swatted your hand away before taking his own to guide him into your aching hole. He threw his head back in pleasure as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Your pussy is swallowing me so nicely, might have to keep you around.” He was right, your pussy was made for one cock, his cock, Eddie’s cock. 

He slowly pulled out, leaving just the tip in, You clenched around him and let out a broken gasp, “need more.” You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying your beat to push him back in. The need to feel him deep inside you was too much, all of it was too much but in a good way.

“Oh, I’ll give you more.” He snapped his hips, slamming back in and bottoming out inside you. Your head slammed against the pillow and a scream of his name left your lips, this time he didn’t correct you. “That’s it, let everyone know who is filling this tight little pussy up.” His hands spread your thighs further apart and somehow his cock sunk deeper into you. “Fuck, gonna stretch this pussy out s-so nice.” 

There were no coherent thoughts inside your brain, you could only focus on the feeling of him driving his cock in and out of your soaked pussy and the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing off the walls. “Y-you fill me so good, so full.” Your brain was so fuzzy and you felt that familiar tightness bubble up in your stomach again. He noticed it too, noticed the way your legs shook and your back arched up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It came fast, you felt your whole body tense up and cum around his cock. It felt like you couldn’t stop, “t-too much.” 

You tried to push him away, but he kept fucking into you. This man was absolutely relentless. “I think you have one more in you, yeah?” He pulled out only to flip you on your stomach and pull your ass into the air. You felt a slap on your ass, and then another one. Each slap sends a shiver up your spine. “Look at you, dripping cum onto the bed.” He swiped a finger up your thigh before popping it under his mask and into his mouth. “So sweet,” he slid back in, his fingers now gripping your hips. It started off slow this time, letting you feel every part of his cock. A hand came around and wrapped around your throat. It squeezed, cutting off a bit of your air. “Mmm, you like this, I can tell. Me choking you made your pretty pussy clench around me.” 

“Just like that Ed’s, don’t s-stop.” You bounced against him, meeting him halfway. He pressed his head against your neck, his moans still muffled behind the mask but still loud enough for you to hear. “Please cum in me. Fill me up with it all, want it to be leaking out of me.” He let out an almost growl, snapping his hips faster and shoving your face into the pillows.

“That’s what you want? Just wanna be my little cumslut?” He was getting close, his hips were stuttering and his words were coming out broken. You were close too, your body was reacting in a way you’ve never felt before. Every part of your body was on fire and to add fuel to it, he trailed the hand that was around your throat down your body and began to rub fast circles around your clit. 

That was all it took to send your body into a shockwave. Your toes curled and the moans leaving you were borderline pornagraphic. A gush left you and soaked down your legs and made a huge mess on the bed. Your body was working on overdrive and it was like the only sense you had was touch. “Eddie, fuck I-,” it all felt so good that you couldn’t even speak properly.

Eddie was right behind you, slumping over your body as he emptied out inside of you, “milk my fucking cock.” You felt his cum deep inside of you and your body fell forward. Every part of you was sensitive and worn out. 

Apparently Eddie wasn’t done, leaning over you to grab the polaroid camera from your nightstand and pulling you up by your hair. “Smile for the camera,” you couldn’t even do that, you were so fucked out.

Eddie pulled out, the sensation making you hiss. “Shh, it’s okay.” He grabbed an old tee shirt off the floor and tried his best to clean you up. You didn’t even notice that he had taken the mask off until you turned your head to look at him. He gave you a gentle smile before walking over to you and pressing a long kiss to your forehead. “You’re fucking amazing.”

You tried your best to laugh before pulling him to lay down with you, “if anyone is amazing it’s you.” Eddie wrapped his arms around you, neither caring that you were both hot and sweaty. “Didn’t know you had that much in you.” Your head rested on his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow down from the adrenaline rush the both of you had just endured.

“Well, I know one thing,” he reached an arm over and grabbed the now fully developed picture he had taken of the two of you, “I’m never getting rid of that mask if that is what it gets you to squirt.” Eddie laughed which made his chest rumble. You both admired the picture before you yawned.

There was no need for covers tonight, the air still hot and sticky with sex. You two just snuggled up together. “Goodnight, Ghostface.” You couldn’t help but giggle at Eddie rolling his eyes.

“Goodnight, baby.” It wasn’t long before you heard and felt his snores, lulling you to sleep. This would definitely be something neither of you forget.

Tagging: @elshifts @rossmccallsqueen @manddoublee @buckleybby @onehotgreasymechanic @plant-hoe69 @aree-you-sirius-rn @nayely45 @pipops

[baraqi]

thoughts about somnophilia w/ sunoo? (with consent ofc bcs that's a must!)

warnings: somnophilia (ofc lol), soft dom!sunoo, kinda perv!sunoo, afab sub! reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, fem terms/pet names are used for reader, reader has a wet dream and sunoo wakes her to make it become a reality.

(this has been sitting in my inbox for a while i’m sorry abt the wait anon😭 combining this with a morning sex with sunoo ask i got a couple days ago too)

(kinda piggybacking off the perv!sunoo post in my masterlist lol) sunoo was always so considerate with u. u both were each other’s first for everything. he would never want to scare u away.

but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have the most filthy thoughts about u.

you’ve had sex with each other before, many times in fact. but it was the same thing every time for the most part. u seemed to enjoy it so he didn’t wanna push ur boundaries unless u made the first move. so when u had brought up somnophilia, his brain short circuited. “would u ever wanna try it?”

he could’ve came right there. “yeah sure of course. whatever you want, angel,” he replied, kissing ur forehead. “when?”

“surprise me”

oh he’ll surprise u alright. the next morning actually.

he woke up before u, like most days. he didn’t bother changing out of his pajamas and just brushed his teeth and went back in bed with u to go on his phone until u woke up. and he did just that. until u starting making lil noises in ur sleep.

at first he thought u were having a nightmare but then he caught on when u started whimpering and grinding on his thigh. then he remembered what u said yesterday. he wanted to hold back for some reason.

“hnng sunnyyy. want.” k that’s it.

he carefully freed his leg from between urs and crawled in between ur legs. lucky for him, u were only wearing panties and a shirt. so he pulls ur shirt up a bit and sees a lil wet patch. his heart warms at the fact that u want him even in ur dreams, with no clue of what’s abt to happen.

he slowly rubs his thumb up and down ur slit through the thin fabric then circles around ur clothed clit, still hearing ur sleepy heavy breathing. he places a soft kiss to ur bud, making u mewl and making him hold back a giggle at how cute u are all desperate for him and u don’t even know it.

he decides he’s done teasing u and carefully spreads ur legs a bit more. he looks at ur sleepy face one more time and kisses ur thigh, then moves ur panties to the side, a string of ur wetness following it. he wraps his plump lips around ur clit and u sharply buck ur hips into him, throbbing between his lips. he begins to lap at ur sensitive bud as u start to stir.

u feel butterflies in ur whole body while ur hips move so u look down and see ur heavenly boyfriend licking ur pussy and smiling like it’s his new favorite ice cream. the sight’s just too fucking hot. “good morning, princess,” he says innocently while staring up at u. u whimper as u run ur fingers through his hair. he continues to fuck u with his tongue, then lifts his head to ask, “you seemed to really be enjoying your dream just now. do you wanna tell me about it, pretty?” he leaves open mouthed kisses on ur pussy as u try to form sentences. “we were h-here… and th-then you pulled me int-to your lap n started to touch me… a-and everything felt s-so good,” u groan. “oh baby i’m gonna make you feel even better,” he breathes out as he rises onto his knees to kick off his sweatpants and free his cock from his boxers, groaning as he strokes himself while admiring ur body beneath him all spread and vulnerable just for him. only for his eyes. “so fucking beautiful,” he says while he tugs at his length. he grabs the base of his cock and teases around ur leaky hole. “do you want this as badly as i do, baby?” “y-yes sunny please i need you,” you whimper out while reaching for his arms. he lowers himself so he’s on top of u with a soft smile, faces centimeters apart. “i love you so much” he says before connecting his lips with yours while slowly pushing himself into u. he smiles against ur lips, swallowing up all the cute sounds you make while he shallowly thrusts into u. u both don’t speak, just whine each other’s names and moan as if it was ur first time altogether, hands laced together on the mattress and feeling every little movement of his cock and arching ur back when he hits that gummy spot inside of u that he loves so much.

“sun i’m so close please so fucking close,” you whine, breaking the silence.

“i know, love, can feel you clenching. wanna cum with me, precious?”

“fuckk yes want it so bad”

“want it inside, baby? want me to breed your pretty little pussy? take my cummies like a good girl?” he moves his hand between ur thighs and rubs tight circles on ur clit while u move ur hips up for more.

“yes sunoo fuck please give it to me!"

with a final movement of his hips ur coming undone around him as he spills his load into u, groaning while his ministrations on ur swollen pink bud slow to a stop as u catch ur breath.

u lay in silence for a while, basking in each other’s presence, feeling his cum start to dribble out of u and onto the sheets. he hears a sound of discomfort leave ur lips and looks down to see his seed come into view as ur pussy clenches around nothing.

“my pretty baby always takes everything i give her,” he kisses ur forehead. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, sun” u reply as u press ur lips sleepily against his.

[ikigaitsuki]

ask nicely

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Summary: Request, ask, beg. Similar words, different implications. Tonight, let’s use the latter.

Pairing: Yunho x gn!reader

Genre: Smut

TW: none apply

CW: Begging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, consent isn’t explicitly mentioned but HAS been established!, hands free orgasm.

Word count: 741 (nice and quick)

Part of the 12 days of xxxmas series

Asking for things is normal. Asking for things is necessary. All people do it.

So why does the sound of you requesting something, even the simplest, most innocent of things, send the blood straight to Yunho’s dick?

Yunho first realised the sound of your voice, laced with neediness, did, let’s say, things to him when Wooyoung teased you one time, and the pretty little perfect words, “Wooyoung, please, please just stop it now,” left your mouth with such desperation. Yunho had to excuse himself to the bathroom.

Splash a little water on his face, think about some things that completely turn him off, eradicate the thoughts of you on your knees wishing you take his cock, and return to the lounge where you and his friends resided.

It’s from that day that he just knew he had to hear you beg a little. After all, the thought just hasn’t been able to leave his mind since.

It’s what he has you doing now.

He’s ruined and stolen countless orgasms from you, removing his lips from your sex moments before you reach bliss, legs shaking around his shoulders as you cry out. Tears, by now, are staining your cheeks and he loves just how fucking broken you sound.

“Just wanna hear you beg some more, you can do that, right? Tell me how much you deserve this,” he coos into your flesh like he’s willing the sweetest thing from you.

“Please, please Yunho. I’ve been so good- I-, I’ve let you use me. Please let me cum,” you cry out, choked sobs in between.

Yunho groans, nimble fingers running up and down your torso and teasing at your nipples, “Always so fucking sensitive,” he whispers into your skin as you stiffen under the touch, and he ravishes you once more.

He’s so loud with his ministrations, lewd groans leaving his mouth and mixing in with the breathless gasps of pleasure and the sloppiness of your parts - a mixture of lube and Yunho’s spit combined into one. So dirty.

Yunho soothes his hands over your quivering thighs as he feels you edging closer to your orgasm. He would let another one be ruined, but with how dazed you are, he’s very much aware that he’s pushing boundaries. Honestly, he’s surprised you’ve lasted this long.

“Gonna cum for me, yeah?,” Yunho removes his lips from you to alternate to his hand. His touch is always soft, yet he does so with enough force to send shivers down your spine, “Beg for me a little more baby, please?,”

You cant even deny him, “Yunho, I just want to cum. Please! Please just let me cum,” you release wanton moans as that familiar bliss rises, “Holy shit please just let me c-, I can’t take it anymore, I can’t hold it!,”

Yunho has no time to respond, only quickly placing his mouth on you again to feel you and taste your sweetness on him. Your body rocks with more strength than you believe manageable, moans so loud your voice cracks and your back arches painfully so. It’s intoxicating, it’s stifling, even Yunho doesn’t think he can take it-

“Fuck, Y/N,” he gasps into the flesh of your stomach, hands finding purchase in the spoiled bedsheets, “You just made me cum, shit, I just came,” his voice is a mixture of humour and disbelief - that your salacious, desperate state was enough to make him cum without being touched. Wow.

Breathing coming to rest, your eyes begin to close, overwhelmed from the intensity of your orgasm.

“Baby,” Yunho kisses your cheek, “How was that? Too much?,”

“No,” you weakly respond, “I loved it,” and it’s true, you did. Initially you hadn’t expected Yunho to really go all in with this, but in trying new things comes trust, and you’re all too accustomed to that.

“Good, you did so well. You’re so sweet,” He lifts your figure from the bed, feeling so light in his arms, “You can sit down in the shower whilst I clean you, okay?,”

Yunho won’t ask too much from you, he’s pushed you a lot tonight. He thinks just how fond of you he is as he watches you rest into his touch, a simple action laced with such affection and adoration. He also, whilst washing your hair with your favourite shampoo, thanks his lucky stars for Jung Wooyoung being a little brat that one mundane afternoon.

Thank you, Jung Wooyoung. Thank you.

© ikigaitsuki. no unauthorised copying or reposting is allowed.

[mypoisonedvine]

𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐) || sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || every client is different, with different needs; but this client is, in every way, exceptional.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 5k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut (cnc), dom/sub relationship, ‘mistress’ title, pain kink, cockwarming, orgasm denial/control, use of a cockring, slapping, objectification/degradation, some angst and hurt/comfort, crying after sex, touchstarved!bucky

new parts posted on thursdays!  join the taglist here

"And you can promise complete and total discretion?” the deep and husky voice on the other end of the line repeated, low enough that it was almost a whisper.

You laughed a little. “Of course,” you answered. Most clients were serious about privacy, but this guy was next level. He must be famous, you thought to yourself, or married. Or both.

But just as much as your clients wanted to keep you separate from their personal life, you would rather they know nothing about who you are. Of course it was always a risk, since nobody could hide their face and you had to work out of your apartment, but you did what you could to keep your job just that— a job.

You told your friends you were a consultant, because people didn’t question that. Sure, it was hard to keep up the lie sometimes when you got last-minute bookings and had to cancel plans, but it was worth it for the money these men were willing to pay.

And this new guy? He was shelling out all kinds of cash, on a long set of conditions. Including an NDA. You wouldn’t have given him up either way, but if the contract made him feel better (and made him pay more) then you were happy to sign it.

“So it’s all anonymous, then? No ID, no credit card…?” he pressed.

“I mean, if cash is easier for you—”

“It is.”

You were starting to worry that this was a major red flag, as if he didn’t want to be traceable back to you at all. It was almost a dealbreaker, until you glanced down at the legal pad you’d written his offer on and remembered that you couldn’t afford to turn him down. “Then cash is fine,” you decided, making a note to yourself to have 911 already dialed when he came by in case his aversion to ID was really about a desire to get away with something.

“When can we start?”

“Um, well the soonest I can do is tomorrow at seven” you explained.

"Great, I'll be there," he answered firmly, apparently about to hand up.

“Hey, hey, slow down!” you chuckled. “Can I at least get a name?”

“I didn’t think we needed to do names.”

“We don’t… but if you’re willing, I’d like to know something to call you.”

“James,” he answered after a tense pause. “James is fine.”

“Alright, James, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Upon opening the door, you instantly noticed three things about him: he was tall, he was big, and he was sexy.

You had sort of been hoping that his appearance wouldn’t match his voice, but it did, and it was going to make this so much harder.  Maybe easier in a few ways, but overall worse.  It was important that you didn’t get too emotionally invested with your clients.

His eyes were dragging over you like he was just as taken aback.  Which was odd, because he must have seen your picture online before he called you.  

“James,” you greeted. “Glad you made it.”

You stepped aside to let him enter, guiding him to take a seat in your living room.  Before clients came by, you hid any signs of life and kept the space as neutral as possible, which was why the only furniture was the white couch he sat on, the black chair across from it, and a glass table in between.

You sat in the black chair and crossed your legs, noticing with pride the way his eyes studied your every move.

“It’s important that we have a discussion about boundaries and limits before this goes any further," you explained sternly, and he nodded slightly.  "Tell me what you do and don't want."

“Uh, well, I guess I was just looking for… somebody who can administer, um, discipline… you know, someone who sets rules and enforces them.  But could also be kind of, uh, sweet I guess, to.  Not too sweet, just… not too mean either."

You smiled a little; he sounded right up your alley.  "I can do that."

"You should know I… I have a… disability.  My left arm it's, um, it's a prosthetic."

"How would you like me to accommodate that?"

"Just don't say anything about it, please.  Treat it like a normal arm.  And, uh, if you could ignore my scars, too…" he added awkwardly.

"Of course,” you nodded, “I would never want to make you feel insecure."

"Well, I mean, I'm not against degradation," he admitted sheepishly, making you smile a little.

"Right: that's different.  Anything else you're distinctly not against?"

“I can take a lot of pain,” he explained matter-of-factly.  “However much you think I can handle, double it.  I wanna feel it.”

You could almost hear the words he wasn’t saying: I wanna feel something.

“Okay, we can do that.  You’ve probably heard of the color system," you posited.

“I haven’t.”

"Oh."  That threw you off slightly… how new was he to this scene?  “Well, it’s traditionally green, yellow, red; like a stoplight.  Red means stop.  Yellow means proceed with caution.  Green means continue.”

“Sounds simple enough.”

“Too simple for me, in fact.  I have my own version: ‘red’ will make me stop what I’m doing, but only ‘black’ ends the scene entirely.  And then there’s ‘blue.’  That means you want more.”

He smirked a little; a strong show of emotion compared to his stoicism so far.  “I think I’ll use that one most.”

“Just don’t be afraid to use anything else, alright?  I’d never be disappointed in you for safewording, or even just needing a break.”

He nodded.  “Can we get to it then?”

“You’re rushing as always,” you laughed.  “I’m not charging you for this part.  We have plenty of time— don’t we?”

“Yes, but—” he sighed.  “You look really… I walked in and, I guess I’m just really looking forward to this.”

You almost would’ve smiled at the compliment but you thankfully suppressed it.  “And what is it that you’re looking forward to?  What do you want me to do to you?”

His jaw tightened as he looked away from you.  “Um, there’s a lot.”

“Enlighten me.”

“Ropes.  Strongest you have.  I can buy you stronger ones if you need them, for next time…”

He’s already thinking about next time?  He’s already thinking about buying me things?

“Alright, I can do ropes: wrists and ankles?  Or more than that?”

He seemed a bit confused by that question.  “Is there anywhere else?”

“Torso,” you enumerated, “neck—” you stopped because you saw his reaction to that, and it made you smile a bit.  “Okay, so maybe the neck is something to try.  Do you like being choked?”

“I… I don’t know…” he sighed.

“Have you ever been choked before?”

“Not… sexually...”

You felt your eyebrows rise, but didn’t want to press; a story for another time, perhaps.

“We’ll have to discuss silent safewords and signals so you can tap out, but if you’d be willing to try it—”

“Yes.”

You laughed.  “Eager, are we?”

He swallowed, and you wondered if you shouldn’t have let your ‘dom voice’ slip out in that moment… but he looked so good flustered like that.  He adjusted himself slightly in his chair and you hoped he was already hard.  And with that thought in mind, you couldn’t stop yourself from teasing him further.

“Do you like being called certain things?” you asked, voice lower as you leaned forward.  “How do you feel about ‘pet’?” 

He almost kept up his poker face, but his gaze faltered at the same time he moved in his chair again.  “Um, ‘pet’ is okay.”

“Baby boy?”

“Not really my speed,” he shrugged.

You slipped out of your chair and stood up, approaching him slowly as the click of your heels echoed across the tile.  He watched you with wide eyes and quickening breaths.

“What do you like?  Tell me,” you demanded, though you kept your tone light.

“Uh,” he paused, watching your hand as it rested on his leg, “I like… I like being called a good boy.”

You grinned as you pulled your hand away, watching him tense up with disappointment.  “I can do that,” you agreed, lifting his chin with a finger until he looked at you with those beautiful, desperate eyes, “if you actually are being a good boy for me.” “I will,” he promised quickly, “I’ll be so good.”

“Mmm, I bet you will,” you purred.  “So willing to please…”

“Tell me how,” he sighed as your hand trailed from his chin down to his chest, slipping under the loose collar of his henley and rubbing his chest.  “Tell me how to please you.”

“Well, for starters, I have a name, too: Mistress.”

He sighed like the wind had been knocked out of him, but nodded.

“And if I ask you a question, I expect you to answer ‘Yes, Mistress’ or ‘No, Mistress’.  Is that clear?”

“Uh-huh,” he agreed before suddenly correcting himself, “um, yes, Mistress.”

“I’ll let you have that one,” you frowned, “but further infractions will be punished.”

“Yes, Mistress; I’m sorry, Mistress,” he moaned, melting under your touch as your hand moved down to rub his thigh through his jeans.

“Now, just for fun,” you smiled, leaning down until your lips were nearly brushing his ear, “tell me what you want.”

“Please touch me, Mistress,” he sighed.

“But I am touching you.”

“Touch my… touch my cock," he clarified, adorably embarrassed. "It’s so hard for you…”

“We’ll get to that eventually.  Let’s go to the bedroom first, okay?”

However good he looked standing in your doorway half an hour ago, it was nothing compared to how he looked naked and hard and tied to your bed.

Yes, the prosthetic and the scars that attached it to his body were hard to ignore.  He had failed to warn you that it was metal, so you couldn’t hide the slight shift of your face when it caught the light; you hoped he didn’t think it was a look of judgment or disgust, because you truly didn’t think it was anything upsetting.  Maybe the scars were a little worrying… but they didn’t seem to bother him now, at least physically.

But truly, if anything was distracting about his body, it wasn’t the arm.  It was his muscles— no wait, it had to be his cock, right?  It’s tough to call: on one hand, his entire body was toned and hardened beyond the peak of human conditioning, his thick thighs making your mouth water already, his chiseled abs almost making you jealous; but on the other hand, between those lovely thighs and curving up against those perfect abs was a cock that rivalled anything you'd ever seen before, with a blue vein running up one side and a drip of precum rolling down the other.

You finally sauntered up to the bed and ran your fingers over the taught ropes, pretending to ignore him watching you impatiently.  It was almost hotter knowing that he could pull out of the ropes if he really wanted to.  More than most, he was choosing to submit to them and to you.

“How’s this knot feel?  Too tight?” you hummed, tugging the rope just beside his wrist and watching his hand move limply with it.

“No, it’s good.”

You stepped back to the foot of the bed and stripped slowly, peeling off your black dress to reveal a matching lace set underneath.  You left your heels on as you stepped out of the dress and kicked it aside.

Turning back to face him, James looked like he was all but drooling.  You could see in his eyes how much he wished the ropes weren’t holding him back so he could run his hands all over your body.

But you could tell he craved being denied what he wanted, by the way his cock flexed of its own volition.

You let yourself smile as you crawled your way up the bed and over his body, like a panther stalking its prey, and boy did he look ready to be devoured.

"Are you scared?" you asked quietly.  He shook his head.  "Are you ready?"

He nodded.  You sat up as you straddled him, positioned just right such that no part of you was really touching him, and watched with delight as he tugged against the ropes slightly to try to get closer.

"So needy," you grinned, somewhere between praising and scolding him.  Your fingers ghosted over his chest and he shivered; he asked you to treat his prosthetic like a normal arm, so you dragged your nails down the metal and watched his eyes flutter shut.  When you pulled your hand back and left him untouched again, he whined slightly.

“Aw, poor thing,” you pouted as you examined him, desperation emanating off of him in an invisible aura.  “Your cock is all red and leaking… it must hurt, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned.

“What if I touch it a little?” you offered.

“Please…”

You traced your fingers lightly up and down his length, tickling the skin and giving him the least pressure that you could.  He whimpered and you chuckled mockingly.  “I said I’d touch it a little, sweet boy, are you not satisfied?”

He bucked up into your touch as best he could, causing you to pull your hand away.  “Baby, please—” 

You cut him off with a slap to the face, as hard as you could muster.

“Mistress!” he corrected with a whine.  “Mistress, please… please wrap your hand around it.”

“Around what?” 

“Around… my cock.  Stroke me, please…”

“All you had to do was ask,” you grinned, finally tightening your hand around him and moving slowly up and down the shaft.  His head fell back with a soft moan, just from that.  Your teasing had certainly helped get him this worked up, but you knew it wasn't just that… he was plenty sensitive all on his own, apparently.

It made your mouth water.

"Does this feel good, James?" you asked huskily.

"S-so good," he whimpered, "please can you… stroke it a little faster, please, Mistress…"

"Hmm, not yet," you decided, feeling him tense up beneath you.  "Relax," you instructed with a free hand rubbing his thigh gently.  

You continued to teasingly stroke his length, never quite giving him the pressure or speed he needed to get closer to his release, savoring every whimper and whine and sigh from him along with the satisfying weight of his cock against your palm.

It felt like you'd never get tired of wielding so much power in your hand.

"Please," he sighed, "I need more…"

"You want me to stroke you faster?" you pressed, already knowing that wasn't what he meant.  He shook his head and you grinned, leaning in closer but letting go of his cock. 

Slowly, you let the lace covering your core rub up against his shaft, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.  "Ohhhhh," he moaned, "oh fuck, Mistress…"

You grinned and kept rocking against him, easily feeling the warmth of him through your panties— meaning he, in turn, could feel the warmth of you.  "How does it feel, baby?" 

"Good," he choked out, "really, really good… fuck, I want more, I need more, please…"

"Are you my good boy, James?" you asked in a low purr.  He nodded eagerly, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed nothing.  "Do you want to be inside me?" you finally whispered against his ear, letting a finger run lazily up his spine and feeling him shiver so hard it was more like he was convulsing.

"Please, Mistress, I'll do anything…"

You didn't touch all of your clients sexually, due in part to the fact that they usually wanted a lot more pain than pleasure.  You'd only had sex with one or two of them, and it wasn't a routine thing.  Before today you never would've imagined doing this with a first-time client, but to be completely honest… he was fucking hot.  The kind of guy you'd be spreading your legs for instantly if you weren't at work and he wanted to buy you a drink or grab lunch.  And he was here, at your disposal, begging you for more.  How could you say no?  

You pulled your panties aside and gripped his cock tightly to guide it to your entrance, studying his face twisted in anticipation before sinking down and watching him gasp and sigh all at once, somehow.

It took a lot of effort to hide your own pleasure when he was stretching you out so perfectly, but you managed to suppress the desire to moan and just smile at his fucked-out expression instead.

Finally, your hips met with his and you got to sit there and enjoy the look of dawning agony as he realized you were staying completely still.

“Move, please,” he sobbed, “oh god, Mistress, please move…”

“But I thought you wanted to be inside me?  Isn’t this what you asked for?”

He whined and tried to wiggle his hips; all that got him was two hard slaps to the face.  

“No whining,” you instructed through your teeth.  “Good boys don’t whine.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whimpered, “‘m your good boy, I promise.”

“I know you are,” you grinned, “or at least, I know you can be.  Show me how good and patient you are.”

Reaching to the side a bit without getting off of him, you pulled a vibrator from your drawer.  His eyes went a little wide when he saw it, and you laughed.

"Don't worry, this isn't for you.  It's for me," you explained as you turned it on, inserting it between your body and his to touch the toy against your clit.  He winced as you sighed contentedly.  "Fuck, it feels good.  Can you feel it on your cock?"

"A… a little…" he hissed.

"I bet it feels good for you too," you posited, "but not good enough to make you come."

After a little pause, he nodded breathlessly.

"Good," you smiled.  "I just wanna come with your cock inside me.  I wanna know how it feels to get off with my favorite toy while being full of my newest toy."

"Fuck," he groaned.

"Do you like that, pretty boy?  Do you like me using your cock, being your Mistress' dumb little fucktoy?"

"Yes," he sobbed, hips shifting ever so slightly beneath you as he sought more stimulation from your flexing walls.  Shifting the vibe to hit right on your clit, you cried out— and he did too, at the feeling of you tightening around him.

"God, you love being Mistress' dildo, don't you?"

He nodded, biting hard on his lip until you worried he'd hurt himself.  He moaned again as another jolt of pleasure forced your channel to clench on his cock.

"You're making too much noise for a fucktoy, you need to be quiet."

He opened his mouth for a second, but closed it again and nodded instead.  

"You can do it yourself right?" you pressed, seeing him nod.  "You don't need me to gag that pretty mouth?" 

He whined but shook his head, keeping his lips pressed together.

That went on for a few more moments as you teased yourself with the vibe, hoping to draw this out for the sake of his struggle.  Wanting to up the ante, you took the vibe off your clit and turned it off for a moment.  "I think this would feel better with a little lube… will you get it wet for me, James?"

You brought the toy to his lips and he eagerly wrapped them around it, sucking lightly on the silicone with those pretty lashes resting on his cheeks.

"There you go, that's a good boy," you praised, pulling the toy from his mouth, "that's my good boy…"

"Yours…" he repeated weakly, "wanna be good for you, just for you…"

This time when you turned it on and pressed it to your clit again, you instantly gasped and felt your walls bare down on him; turning up the vibration, you actually moaned aloud and saw him wince.  "Oh, can you feel it now?" you asked tauntingly.  He bit his lip and nodded.

It really wasn't even intentional but you felt your hips start to rock, making him gasp as his eyes shot open.  For a guy who had been begging you to move not too long ago, he looked pretty overwhelmed by it now.

"Fuck, I'm gonna make myself come on your cock… do you wanna feel me come, baby?"

He seemed conflicted, which was exactly what you were going for.  You wanted him to struggle, just enough, between his need to satisfy himself and his desire to please you.  "I… I want to make you come, Mistress," he finally choked out, notably answering a slightly different question than the one you'd asked.  

You smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear: "Are you afraid that if you feel me come around you, you won't be able to hold back?  That you might accidentally come inside me?"

He made a needy little groan and nodded.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna help you," you promised sweetly, but of course as soon as he saw you grab a cockring from your drawer he changed his tune.

"N-no, Mistress, please," he begged with wide eyes, "I'll be good, just not that— don't put that on me."

You smirked and sat up, pulling off of him and slowly slipping the ring on his throbbing length as he quietly pleaded for mercy.  He winced when you pushed it down to the base of him, his cheeks burning hot red now.

"Is it a little too tight, baby?" you cooed, grinning when he nodded.  "Good."

You sank back down into him and let your hips grind on his, working your clit with the vibe and even kicking it up to the next highest setting.  He jolted beneath you, clearly feeling the vibrations strongly now, and you let the view of his beautifully broken facial expression egg on your own climax.

"Mm, I'm close, baby," you whispered, "just stay still and let Mistress use you like a good little boy."

He made a small noise through his teeth but seemed to manage okay, even when your walls began to pulse rhythmically around him and your head fell back, your free hand palming at your breast through the lace bra just to add that last little edge of sensation.

"Oh fuck, fuck," you moaned, "that's my good boy…"

You shakily pulled the vibe away and turned it off, still a little numb on your clit but feeling your channel still rippling slightly with aftershocks; he seemed to feel them in spite of their subtlety, if the panting breaths that filled his muscular chest rapidly were any indication.

As slow as you could manage, you pulled your body off of him and sat back on his legs to stare at his cock.  The remnants of your orgasm left plenty of lubrication to stroke it, focusing on the head which had turned almost purple now.

"M-Mistress," he groaned, writhing under your touch.

Amazingly, his cock was already flexing in your hand, and a growl of pride and hunger echoed in your chest.

“Oh fuck, can you come for me, James?” you moaned, pumping him so fast your hand was a blur.  “Can you be my good boy and come right through the cockring?”

“Yes,” he sobbed, “gonna come, Mistress, please—”

“Come right now,” you demanded, watching his face instantly fall slack as he spurted out onto his own chest and stomach, cock flexing and pulsing in your hands as his legs quivered and his hips thrusted wildly.

And the tears were flowing soon after.  You weren’t sure if it was sub drop or just the power of his release, but between weak sobs he whispered broken apologies.

“You did so good,” you cooed as you slipped off the ring and wrapped your arms around him, subtly trying to reach over to untie the ropes.  But you didn’t need to; he flexed his arms and the restraints popped like floss.  He embraced you in return as you let his head fall onto your chest.  “You’re so good, it’s okay,” you continued, stroking his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated again, breathing quickly and wetting you with his tears.

This, you realized, is what he had made you sign the contract to protect.  It wasn’t that he was excessively embarrassed about his sexual proclivities, but that this was his space to be soft, and weak, and broken.  Apparently he wasn’t ready for anyone else to know that he wasn’t steel all the way down.

“Shh, it’s okay… you’re okay…” you breathed, indulging him in this moment even though it was more intimate than you preferred to get with customers.  Aftercare was an important part of your job, certainly, but so was enforcing boundaries.

He began to soothe as you kissed his forehead gently, whispering well-deserved affirmations and praise.  As his breathing slowed and moved back to normal, he pulled back and looked up at you.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated one more time, but not as wavering as before, “I didn’t think I would… that was unexpected.”

“No, it’s somewhat normal,” you exaggerated slightly, “this kind of thing… it’s taxing, I pushed you to your limits.  You were really tough, and it’s all very vulnerable.”

“Thanks,” he sighed, sniffling and wiping his eyes.  “And sorry about your ropes,” he smiled as he noticed the frayed ends coming off of where his wrists were still tied.

“Let me help you get those off,” you smiled, loosening the knots and sliding the binds off of him, quickly massaging the places that the rope had constricted.  “Blood flow’s okay?”

“Yep,” he nodded.

“You numb anywhere?” you pressed.

“Uh, just my dick.  And my brain is all fuzzy…” 

You smiled.  “Can’t help the first one.  Let me get you some water for the second.”

“No!” he yelped suddenly.  “Um, don’t go yet, please…”

“Of course,” you smiled.  “I’ll untie your ankles, then.”

He still seemed disappointed, as if he expected you to hug him for hours and never move.  He let you go this time, though, and loosened his grip so you could slide down to the foot of the bed.  

"Was that sort of what you were hoping for when you called me?" you asked as you untied the ropes slowly and took a moment to massage the skin underneath, hoping to restore any lost blood flow.

"So much better than what I was hoping for," he admitted with a breathless chuckle.  "You're… really good."

"Well, thank you," you shrugged, "it comes with practice and experience.  You held your own, too."

"I wish I could say that was from practice and experience.  I didn't want to say anything before but I've, uh, never actually… been to a domme before."

You smiled slightly, coming back up and being pulled into another embrace.  "Um, I'll admit I can kind of tell…" you mumbled.

"I'm not supposed to touch you like this," he realized quietly, relaxing his grip on you and pulling back.  "I'm sorry."

"No, it's alright, just don't get too comfortable because we only have—" you glanced at the clock— "eight more minutes until you need to leave."

"I'll get up and get dressed soon," he offered with a sigh as you got up and quickly slipped on a robe, grabbing him a damp washcloth for the drying come on his torso.

You tilted your head as you watched him clean up, and you wanted to offer some touch that was a bit less intimate than a hug, so you found yourself blurting out: "do you like having your hair played with?"

"Um, I don't… I don't know," he admitted as he reached up to card his fingers through the hair in question.  "No one else has ever really touched my hair before."

"Really?" you laughed, getting back on the bed to sit beside him.  "It looks pretty luscious.  I figured any girlfriend of yours would want to get her hands on it."

"Oh, well, the last time I had a girlfriend… it wasn't long then," he explained, and you kept on your best poker face.  His hair looked like he'd been growing it out for at least two years, unless it grew crazy fast or something.  How long had he been single?  With a body like that you could barely believe that he was single now.

"Do you mind if I touch it?" you offered quietly, and once he gave you a nod you reached forward and combed your fingers through it, reaching deeper to scratch at his scalp, occasionally pulling the strands lightly into loose braid-like patterns that fell away almost immediately afterwards.  He sank into your touch until you found yourself supporting his head against your chest, mindlessly playing with his hair until you noticed his eyes were shut, his breathing was slowed, and his body was limp on top of yours.

He fell asleep.

You laughed silently to yourself, realizing that you couldn't get him off of you without his cooperation since he was so heavy and you had no shot at lifting him.  And, of course, his cooperation required his consciousness… which required waking him up.

And, for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.  He just looked too peaceful, for a guy who had never seemed truly relaxed around you.

Was there any other way he could relax?  Cause it kinda seemed like he really, really needed this.  And you were in the business of meeting needs, to say the least.

So, with an apologetic text to your last client of the night that you needed to reschedule, you let James sleep on you as you closed your eyes and drifted off as well.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

songs you associate with gojo from jjk???

so i know you said gojou but thinking of songs made me think of other characters so this became a multi-character post fjndsjkfn but either way, i hope you enjoy it and get some new songs (i added links to them as well) to enjoy if you haven’t heard any of them yet. reblogs appreciated! and because i’m a slut for people telling me they like my taste in music... please validate me if you like any of the songs jsdnkjn

gojou satoru | 五条悟

sem filtro: entra nesse quarto sem a intenção de ficar. não vejo problema em não querer se apaixonar

“enter this room with no intention of staying. i don’t see a problem in not wanting to fall in love”

he’s just a hookup. if you had to pick someone to love, it definitely would not be you’re arrogant and overconfident coworker. you’re not good for each other either. but despite the clear boundaries you’ve placed on your, for lack of a better word, ���relationship”... part of you craves him more and more as the days go by and he somehow filters into your daily thoughts. that cloyingly sweet latte from your favorite café? that’s satoru. the rare star poking out past the light pollution? that’s satoru too. you remind yourself there’s nothing more that you desire from your annoying coworker time and time againー yet you can’t deny the sense of loneliness that permeates when you wake up and see he isn’t there

okkotsu yuuta | 乙骨憂太

meu talismã: ei, você ainda não percebeu. depois do que aconteceu, só sobrou nós dois. agora é só você e eu

“hey, you still haven’t noticed. after what happened, there’s only two of us left. now it’s just you and me”

you practically had to drag yuuta back in from training one particular afternoon. you admired his drive; it made you want to work harder than you already did, but there had to be a line drawn somewhere between working hard and working yourself to exhaustion. you gave his arms and hands a thorough massage, pressing light kisses on every knuckle and then his palms before he cupped your face with one hand. even a long bath didn’t complete soften the calluses yuuta had accumulated over the years and yet no one held you as tenderly. you kissed his palm once more before he guided your lips to his. 

nanami kento | 七海建人

carolina: carolina, preciso te encontrar. carolina, me sinto muito só. carolina preciso te dizer. ô carolina eu só quero amar você

“carolina, i need to find you. carolina, i feel so alone. carolina, i need to tell you, oh carolina i just want to love you”

it’s one of those nights where the window’s open and your lover is stir-frying vegetables for the meal he has planned while your playlist shuffles on. the peace in your apartment is over when you hear the distinctive deep voice of seu jorge play through the speaker. despite kento’s protests, you still manage to tug him away as the baritone lyrics play on. you sing along lightly, grinning at the exasperated amusement dancing in his spinning you despite his previous reservations. nanami kento is serious, stoic and blunt to most of the world yet you have the privilege of seeing this side of him. your singing slows as you lean forward to kiss him- sniff sniff ah fuck something’s burning 

fushiguro megumi | 伏黒恵

会いたいわ: ただ抱き合いたい。ただキスがしたい。ただ手を繋いで。そばにいたい。この想いが永遠に続くように。今夜 one more night

“i just want to hug you. i just want to kiss you, just holding hands. i want to be with you. may this feeling last forever. tonight, one more night”

if someone told you one day you could merely send a “hey, are you awake? wanna come over?” text to fushiguro megumi at 3 am and see him promptly afterwards, you would have asked if they were sane. now here you were, relishing in the comfortable silence as you spooned on the couch. the tv was playing some sort of late night show, but you long since stopped paying attention as megumi pressed soft kisses into your shoulder and the juncture between it and your neck. “someone’s affectionate today” you tease softly. megumi paused with a grunt, hugging you tighter. “i missed you is all” he murmured a moment later

itadori yuuji | 虎杖悠仁

wusyaname: you pick a spot, i pick a tail number and we could be tourists. let's go to cannes and watch a couple indie movies that you never heard of

an impulsive love always on the move. you’re well past the honeymoon phase, yet it feels like every time you head out together you end up having some sort of adventure. your favorite memory with yuuji was a date night gone wrong. you made reservations for a restaurant and mixed up the times. rather than let you beat yourself up the rest of the night, yuuji tugged you over to the nearest food truck before taking you to the aquarium owned by his friend junpei he had the keys to. it wasn’t a fancy reservation, but somehow eating in the middle of an empty aquarium with your boyfriend was ten times better

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 8

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You get a preview of what it’s like to be working with Mackenzie.

Warnings: I apologize as there is no smut in here lmfao but there is a stubborn Bucky lols

A/N: The jitters just never go away whenever I post a new part for this ajkcnjasncakjcnakj I find this part boring tbh but uhh things will start picking up again in the next part I promise

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Bucky decided to push through with his partnership with Wilson Enterprises. It was a big one, so it definitely required the entire team's effort and perseverance. Apparently, this is the company's biggest, most major project yet so this was going to look really good in your resume. It would also provide you with more credibility to further excel in your career.

Except that Bucky actually hired a marketing consultant to take over the entire project as his revenge.

"Any questions? About the project or about Kenzie?" Bucky asked, standing in front of the conference room, next to Mackenzie.

You confidently raised your hand when no one else did. Bucky tilted his head, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew you were affected, of fucking course you were!

"Yes?" he called out.

You stood up and sighed softly, "I mean this in the most respectful way, Mister Barnes." you said, emphasizing his name. "But as the head of marketing, what exactly is my role here? Given that Mackenzie was hired to spearhead the marketing aspect of this project." you said, giving Mackenzie a passive aggressive smile.

"I don't want to overstep on some boundaries here, that's why I'm asking. I just want clarity, that's all." you said.

Bucky was about to respond when Mackenzie stopped him, grabbing his arm and squeezing it before taking over the floor. You narrowed your eyes at how her slender fingers were wrapped around Bucky's arm.

"Honey..." Mackenzie started. "There's nothing to worry about, this is a collaborative work between you and I. So think of yourself as my assistant, someone to help me out with the project." she responded.

Bitch.

"I'm not an assistant, Mackenzie." you said, smiling at her.

Mackenzie laughed, "I'm sorry, my bad. I shouldn't have used that term. Oops." she said. "Although, I believe I have more experience in this area so maybe consider me a mentor?" she suggested.

Bitch!

Bucky cleared his throat, "If you have certain ideas, you can discuss it with her. She is a consultant after all. Given her impressive experience in the field, I'm sure you'll learn a thing or two from her."

The meeting was wrapped up by noon and you simply couldn't wait to get yourself out of the conference room. You didn't feel like talking to Bucky anymore in all honesty, not after what he was doing. You knew this was just to spite you, get you to cave in first and give in to him.

All the more that you wouldn't, especially not when he actually used your job against you.

Everyone started rushing out of the conference room, ready to head out for lunch. As soon as you reached the doorway, you overheard the short conversation between Bucky and Mackenzie.

"Hey Bucky, we still up for lunch?"

-

The bathroom was empty when you stepped inside and thank god for that because you couldn't hold back your emotions any further. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, not because you were hurt. Fuck no, you were angry and frustrated. So fucking angry at yourself for getting into this mess, at Bucky for being such an entitled prick, at the entire world for plotting against you.

You groaned in irritation as you wiped away your tears, sniffing as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You worked your ass off for this job, for your position. You risked your dignity when you let Bucky fuck you. You weren't going to let someone take that away from you.

You quickly fixed yourself when the door opened, followed by the loud clacking of someone's heels.

"Omg, are you crying?" Beverly gasped, rushing over to you.

You snickered, "No." you lied, "My eyes are itchy." you huffed out before noticing that Beverly was holding a sandwich in her hand.

"Why did you bring your sandwich here?" you curiously asked.

Beverly shrugged, "The pantry's full and the other girls don't exactly seem to like me...so..."

You shook your head and sighed, "Come with me, let's have lunch out. I need to get out of this fucking place anyway."

"Yay, omg! I knew you were nice! You're like, the only girl who actually talked to me nicely." Beverly said, tagging behind you as you exited the bathroom.

"Oh, there you are!" Mark called out. "I was looking for you. Wanna grab lunch? Oh...who's this?" he asked, noticing the blonde girl trailing behind you.

"I'm Beverly! I'm Sir James' new secretary." she introduced excitedly.

You sighed, "Don't ask me why." you said when Mark turned to you with a confused look, still not sure what happened to Bucky's previous secretary.

"So, lunch out? With Bev?" you asked.

-

You were completely zoning out during lunch despite the ongoing conversation between Mark and Bev, something about yoga? You honestly couldn't care less, not when you were feeling so conflicted about your current situation.

Would Bucky actually go that far just to get you back? Or does he actually hate you for saying no to him and is basically using his authority to make your life a living hell?

"So I heard about the new girl." Mark said, that snapped you out of your trance.

"Huh?" you asked.

"I find it weird for Mister Barnes to hire someone when you're here." Mark pointed out. "I mean, are you okay with that or..."

You snorted, "Fuck no. Look, I'm not gonna be the bigger person here. I was offended as fuck." you admitted.

"Yeah, it's super weird because she was hired through Tinder or something. Is that even legal?" Beverly pointed out as she scrolled through her phone.

You and Mark turned to her abruptly, "Tinder? Wait, what?" you asked.

Beverly chuckled, "I heard them talking this morning and Kenzie was like, 'It's so funny that we matched on Tinder and ended up doing business there you know' and I'm like omg Sir James has Tinder and I have one too but I never saw him there, bummer."

"Motherfucker." you hissed out.

Mark made a face, "Are you okay?" he carefully asked. "You've been really tensed since last week."

Apparently, Bucky never deleted his Tinder and have been swiping right on women. And that's how he met Mackenzie who just happened to be a marketing consultant. Now you were just furious, was he fucking her too? Has he been fucking other women this entire time?

"Hey, Bev..." you said, a plan hatching inside your mind. "Can I ask you a favor?" you asked nicely.

Beverly nodded, "Um duh, you're basically my office BFF now."

"If you ever hear Mister Barnes and Mackenzie talk about hmm, I don't know...something interesting. Maybe about the project...me 'cause you know, I'm the head of marketing and Mackenzie’s in the same field...let me know, will ya?" you asked.

Mark chuckled nervously, "I don't know what's going on but isn't that an invasion of privacy?"

"She's not going to eavesdrop, Mark. She'll just...listen closely." you explained.

"Bev might get in trouble if Mister Barnes finds out." Mark warned.

You waved a hand, "She'll be fine, Mark. She's his secretary, she has to know everything. Besides, I'm not going to let her get in trouble, if she does then I'll take care of it."

Beverly squealed in delight, "Omg, you are not my office BFF. You're like my office mom! You and Mark are literally my office parents." she said, lifting her phone up in the air.

"Selfie! This one goes to the 'gram." she said, taking a quick photo of the three of you.

She then proceeded to edit the photo while you and Mark continued eating lunch.

"Bev, you should really put your phone away and eat first. We have less than half an hour left for lunch break." Mark called out.

Beverly groaned and rolled her eyes, "Way to get into the role, Mark. You're such a dad."

You snorted, "Yeah. Loosen up, daddy." you teased.

"Playing family after just one date, huh."

Bucky's presence in the same restaurant should've really intimidated you, most especially that he just witnessed you tease Mark like that. But you were too mad at him to even care, what was the point even? He didn't believe you even when you told him the truth that Mark was just a friend.

Why even try now?

"Hi Sir James." Beverly greeted happily.

"Mister Barnes." Mark acknowledged.

Bucky ignored them and kept his eyes on you. You didn't falter under his gaze and simply stared back at him with blank eyes. It's as if a staring competition took place when the both of you merely looked at each other, neither of you looking away nor attempting to do so.

"How was that date last Friday, Jim?" Bucky asked, his eyes still trained on yours.

Mark made a funny face at the name that Bucky called him but shrugged anyway. Before he could even respond, you decided to answer on his behalf. If Bucky wanted to spite you, you'd give him a taste of his own medicine.

"It was actually great. We might go on another one this Friday." you said.

"We are?" Mark asked in a whisper.

Bucky's hand landed on Mark's shoulder, "Don't count on it, Andrew. She's going to be doing a lot of work on Friday due to the project." he said through gritted teeth.

You shrugged, "Oh, but I thought Mackenzie's doing all my work?"

"I'm ready to head back, Buck."

Speak of the devil herself. Mackenzie weaved through the tables and approached Bucky, her face brightening up when she saw you, Mark and Beverly.

"Oh, hey you." she greeted you. "Look, I think we may have started off on the wrong foot earlier. I'm not here to take your job, just here to spice things up a bit. Improve your ideas, give Bucky some assistance." she chuckled, holding onto Bucky's arm yet again.

You fought back the urge to grab your glass of water and throw it at her face. As the saying goes, kill them with kindness. So you merely shrugged and extended an arm for a handshake.

"Of course. I would love to improve your ideas as well, you know. Just a healthy discourse between two marketing professionals. We good?" you said.

Mackenzie forced out a chuckle and reached for your hand, "We’re good. I look forward to working with you." she said before turning back to Bucky who was still gazing at you.

"Let's go?" she asked sweetly.

Bucky smirked at you before wrapping an arm around Mackenzie's waist, guiding her out of the restaurant the same way he did to you. You were too focused on Bucky's body language around Mackenzie that you failed to notice that Mark was watching you closely, your expressions and how you reacted towards Bucky.

"I think I know what's happening."

-

"You what?!"

"Shhh!" you hushed Mark and peeked out of the empty pantry to make sure the coast was clear.

Mark noticed the tension between you and Bucky and he came to a conclusion that the both of you dated at one point. He wasn't really wrong but he wasn't right either. So you decided to tell him everything, from the moment you matched with Bucky on Tinder until your last conversation with him last Saturday.

"I honestly thought you were dating, I didn't know there was sex involved. No wonder he had been calling me weird names." he said incredulously. "Was that you and Mister Barnes that Janet reported to the HR?" he asked, stifling his laughter.

You groaned, "Yes. Ugh, gave me a panic attack when I found out about that incident report." you said.

"Hey..." Mark called out. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this. Your secret is safe with me." he reassured.

You nodded, "I think it was about time that I told someone about us anyway. This whole situation is driving me crazy and I don't know what to do next. And I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess, I shouldn't have said that we were going out again. I don't want you or your job getting compromised because of our petty fight." you exhaled.

You had to admit, you felt so much better now after confiding with Mark. It somewhat alleviated the weight on your shoulders, knowing that there was someone aware of what you were going through. Who would've thought that this person would end up being Mark? You did have friends outside of work of course, but you felt like they all wouldn't really understand the situation.

Half would hate you for rejecting Bucky and the other half would hate you for even swiping right on him.

"Do you mind an unsolicited advice?" Mark asked.

"Not at all." you said.

"Ignore him. Don't let him or Mackenzie get to you. Do what you do best, you're great at your job and you'll be fine. That might get him to realize that you're not a prize to be won. And if he still doesn't see that, then that's his loss. You're more than just that hot marketing girl at work." Mark said.

You laughed at his last statement, "Hot marketing girl at work?" you asked, shaking your head.

"It's true. So if in any case you decide to ditch the CEO and move on, you know where to find me." he joked, throwing a wink your way.

-

You wanted to finish all your reports so you could focus on the huge project so you decided to work until around nine in the evening. The floor was already empty by the time you were done. Bucky seemed to be working too, given that he was still replying to e-mails at this hour. Wanting to get all the reports over with, you decided to submit it to him before going home.

During the elevator ride to Bucky’s floor, you couldn’t help but wonder whether he was alone in the office. Would Mackenzie be there with him? Even at this hour? Your grip on the folder tightened at the thought of catching them in the act.

But did you have any right to feel this way though?

Brushing off the thoughts, you exhaled loudly and prepared yourself for whatever it was you were to witness. Upon reaching the door to Bucky’s office, you slightly turned your head to listen to anything. It was quiet. No hushed whispers nor strained grunts-- they weren’t fucking, thank goodness for that.

You decided not to knock and just walk inside like you used to, reminding yourself of Mark’s advice.

Don’t let Bucky get to you.

When you saw Bucky hunched over his desk, typing away on his e-mails instead of bending a certain brunette somewhere in his office, you had to admit that you were relieved. He looked up and his eyes looked dead tired, you almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“You should really learn how to knock.” Bucky called out, slamming his laptop shut.

“Look, Bucky. I was just rushing to submit these reports so I can go home.” you explained and placed the folder on top of his desk.

Bucky frowned, “I said to call me Mister Barnes.”

You huffed out, “I honestly don’t care, Bucky. I’m not playing your damn games anymore.” you said and turned around.

A hand on your arm pulled you back, harshly turning you around to face Bucky. He was fuming, as usual. At this point, you were no longer fazed.

“You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do?” he asked.

You clenched your jaw and pulled your arm back, “I’m not doing anything. You bring in Beverly or Mackenzie or whoever it is that you have up your sleeve. I don’t fucking care. I just want to focus on work.” you said and stepped away.

“And you should too, Bucky.” you added.

“I don’t believe you.” he said.

You sighed, your shoulders dropping from exhaustion at this whole shenanigan. “I’m done, Bucky.”

And with that you turned around to exit his office, leaving Bucky unsure whether you truly meant what you said. A victorious smirk graced your lips as you walked back to the elevator.

You were far from done.

-

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