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[08-47]

mirage chilling wit the kagome veggie juice pack

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prison, not a promise- l.norris

summary: lando proposes and it doesn't go as planned...

pairing: lando norris x fem! reader

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He genuinely thought you would’ve been the woman he married. He believed that the moment he got down on one knee, you would’ve burst into tears in front of him and said yes. 

He’d never expected that. 

People (understandably) thought you were fucking crazy. Who would say no to Lando Norris? Who would give up the chance to be rich and famous forever, to have one of the most sought-after men on the planet forever? 

Well, those people didn’t know what it meant to be ‘loved’ by Lando Norris. They didn’t see the constant fights and beratings. They wouldn’t know about the fact that you hadn’t felt like yourself for an entire year. They didn’t know about the sleepless nights, sitting there and wondering, hoping that you were enough. They didn’t know that an engagement ring would've been a prison, not a promise. 

You both walked into his apartment, silent. You hadn’t said ‘no’, saying ‘yes’ while in public just to keep up appearances,  but Lando knew, the second you two got in the car, you weren't happy. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, wrapping his arms around your waist. You allowed yourself to lean into him one last time, be his one last time. That was the Lando you fell for. The one that hugged and kissed you like no one else would ever matter to him, the one that looked at you like you held up the stars just for him. You never expected the honeymoon stage to last forever, but these fights weren’t normal. He ripped apart your character, your appearance, anything, just to make you feel as upset as him. You\’d been together for 4 years, and the problems started when he became Max’s rival.

“Lando, we’re not happy,” you started, feeling his hands drop from your waist. You turned around to face him. “At least, I’m not. I do everything you ask of me. I cook and clean, I dress up nice, I follow you around the fucking world and I gave up my dreams so that you could always have me at races. Now, all we do is fight. I’m fucking sick of it, alright? I’m tired of the fact that you either don’t love me anymore, or you don’t respect me, and I’d like to thank you for the 3 wonderful years we had before this year, and give you back your ring. You deserve someone less ambitious. You deserve someone paper-cut to be a WAG, Lando. I’m not that girl,” you sighed tearily. “When you find her, I suggest you tell her that you can be mean, you can be selfish, and you can be forgetful, but the trade for that is the sweetest man on the planet once the anger wears off. I’ve been around angry men my entire life, and I will not marry one. I’ll grab my things tomorrow. Goodbye Lando,” you brushed back at him, placing the golden engagement ring in his hand as you passed him by. 

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You left Monaco with all of your belongings, and went back home. You bought an apartment, and started your new job as a college professor. Before Lando you had been the best mathematician in the world. You had offers from every college from every college, but you chose the one closest to home. You didn’t think about Lando for months. You focused all of you attention on your students, all of your life was spent around numbers. You were finally happy. For the first time in a long time, you felt appreciated, you felt beautiful, and you felt happy. 

“Y/n,” the British accent you knew so well made you physically cringe. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Is it a mathematical problem?” you asked, not turning around as you sorted through papers. 

“Not really?” he chuckled. “Please just look at me.”

You slowly turned around and looked at him. He looked like shit. 

“I won,” he smiled, but it wasn’t a real smile. “I’m the Champion of the World.”

You held out your hand to shake his. “Congratulations.”

He took it with a frown. “I’m quitting F1.”

You stopped in your tracks when you heard that. “Why?”

“I did something really fucking stupid two years ago, and i need to make it right,” he admitted. “Y/n, I’m sorry. There’s no one else for me. You’re it. You’re my person, you make me feel so alive, so happy, so free, and I couldn’t even imagine what life would be like without you. Then I lived it. And it sucked. I know I’m an asshole, and I know you’re probably much better off without me, but I’m begging you, just let me back in your life, please? I’m falling apart without you baby.”

You stared at him. “Lando, I’m not asking you to stop racing because of me-”

“I did,” he smiled. 

“I’m not taking you back,” you insisted. “You made me feel like a shell of my actual self for a year, and I held on because I knew you needed a punching bag so that you wouldn’t take it out on the people around you. I don’t miss you. I don’t love you. I don’t want to see you.”

His face fell and he was quiet for a moment. “So I’ve really fucked it up?”

“Yeah, now get the fuck out of my lab.”

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ONE HEADCANON FOR EVERY II CHARACTER!

Hello everyone!!!!!^^ For a little holiday season special, I’ve typed out a little headcanon for every character!!! By character I mean contestants + host + assistants!!!!! Sorry to all the Nick Le fans out there, he is not included. Since everyone is here, there are characters I may not know as well as my main roster, so if I get anything like, objectively wrong, feel free to let me know!!!^^ Please enjoy!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Apple- Her favorite song is Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan. She doesn’t really understand the lyrics but she really likes ponies!!!! I also think she’d start misspelling her name as “Appell” pretty often after she finds the song. 

Balloon- The first thing Suitcase does with her prize money is buy him a poetry book. He is so very moved by this and writes her dozens of poems with various styles he sees in the book within a few days. He’d read from the book and his own works to Suitcase every night before they go to bed. Some others could join in for a nice bedtime story :). 

Baseball- Once, while the hotel was under construction, Baseball fell down the stairs. And then kept rolling. And rolling. And bouncing. And rolling some more. Overall it set construction back two weeks and Paintbrush broke their leg trying to help stop him. Baseball was banned from the hotel until the elevators were finished. 

Bomb- He can’t eat spicy food. As in he’s banned from eating spicy food. If he gets too hot, he can accidentally set himself off, so despite his claim that he has a great spice tolerance, he is not allowed anywhere near the hot sauce. He doesn’t complain about the ban anymore post-canon, too risky, yeah? 

Bow- She watches so very many makeup tutorials, but being a ghost, can’t practice any of it on herself. That is, unless she possesses someone, like Marsh who would be very easy to put makeup on relative to other objects!!! She’d probably get pretty good at it, after some time, and Marsh would have some lovely new eyeshadow looks every day! 

Knife- He has a longer ghost tail than Dough and Bow do, so I propose him wrapping said tail around people and things he likes!!! Wraps around Pickle when they’re standing next to each other, wraps around Suitcase’s handle when they’re together, etc.!!! He’d get rather flustered if anyone called him out on it. 

Lightbulb- Gives incredible hugs. Incredible. How does an object made of glass and metal give such cuddly, warm hugs? Nobody knows. Sometimes she’ll turn herself on during the hug to make it extra warm!! As long as the person she’s hugging closes their eyes, it really elevates the already sacred experience of a Lightbulb hug. Luckily for everyone else, she is always happy to give one!^^

Marshmallow- She’s still pyrophobic after having been burnt all those years ago. As a very flammable marshmallow, fire would be scary to her anyways, but after having been roasted it’s a whole other story. She’d rather freeze than get close to a fire, but that’s not a problem since there’s a certain fruit always willing to warm her up with a hug <3!!

Nickel- He became very, very, very nervous to give his apology to Suitcase after she blew up Cobs and ate his corpse. He was planning to apologize either way, but clearly Suitcase could absolutely obliterate him if she wanted to do so, which means this apology has to be quite good or else. He has a serious amount of respect for her now. An upgrade, I’d say. 

OJ- His favorite Pokémon is Charizard. It’s orange, it’s very popular, OJ loves it. I know Justin has made a list of the contestant’s favorite Pokemon, but I have not read it in a while so Charizard it is!!!

Paintbrush- Experiments a lot with their image after season 3, mostly by dyeing their bristles with paint!!! Lightbulb helps :3!!! And by helps I mean makes it silly and very fun. Maybe she puts a little dot between Painty’s eyes to give them a “nose”. I think they’d try a solid color first, then maybe a fade, and eventually dye the nonbinary flag into their hair!!! They slay it of course. 

Paper- Pickle once wrote “Property of OJ” on Paper’s back and he didn’t notice for three days. No one told him it was there. When he asked everyone why in the world they would not inform him they said it was because they all thought OJ had written it and he was keeping it because he liked it. OJ did not know why Paper avoided eye contact with him for a week that one time but he did not like it. 

Pepper- Hotel OJ head chef. Yeah you heard me. Let me cook by letting her cook!! Salt wouldn’t like cooking, too much work, so this is something Pepper could enjoy on her own!! And it would be the sole reason that OJ has not yet kicked Salt out of the hotel- if he does than Pepper might be too sad to cook, and with the depressingly low amount of hotel residents that can make food, and the even smaller amount who are willing to make enough food for everyone, they need her. And, if Payjay help out, they can spend more time with her and get to know and enjoy her presence without Salt ruining it!

Pickle- With some help from Tea Kettle and Pepper, he makes Knife a new Dora doll post-finale, since it vanished with the rest of the stuff made by MeLife. He lets Knife possess him if he wants to hug the doll, but it also gets possessed by Knife so he can hug Pickle. Ah shit sorry my Knickle got all over the headcanon dang it. 

Salt- I headcanon her as the only cisgender, straight, alloromantic (I think that’s the right term?) member of the cast. Basically the only one who isn’t queer at all. But uh an actual headcanon for the ~60 or so Salt fans out there, both she and Pepper sleep with those little hair bonnets on to keep their salt and pepper from falling out of their heads in their sleep. 

Taco- This one is fitting for the winter season!! Taco is afraid of snow. Like, straight up terrified. I think she would grab a bunch of blankets and hide in the vents of the mansion whenever it snows, so she can be inside of the inside, as far and safe from the snow as she can be!! Having been homeless for years, she’s had some miserable experiences with hypothermia after it snows, and now that she has a home to live in, she’ll be staying inside until all the snow has melted. 

Mephone- I think he should have a pet bug post-canon. A little beetle or something that just chills on his head and feasts on the many crumbs he gets on himself while he eats. An intelligent one, like Baxter!!! Since we know Mephone will be stepping up into the more ‘big brother’ sort of role for 3GS, I think the bug would be a good outlet for Mephone to talk about his more intense feelings, specifically revolving around Mepad and the contestants. I also think, following his very creative naming of the contestants, the bug would be named Buggy. 

Box- I think she would be an insomniac. After years and years of living in an empty, timeless void-space thing, she’d have a lot of trouble getting to sleep!! She’d definitely need the whole works, warm milk, cheese, lullabies, etc., etc., just to get to sleep, and even then she probably wouldn’t sleep for very long. A lot of nightmares on this one, yeah? 

Cheesy- I think he’d actually quite enjoy eating cheese, as long as it’s not a chunk like he is. He’ll eat nachos, pizza, mozzarella sticks, grilled cheese, etc., etc., but he will not eat cheese cubes. He’d make approximately 5 cannibal jokes every time he does this, and this average goes up to 8 if Pickle is around. 

Cherries- They give Toilet their old Mepad mask post-canon, to try and make him feel better. Toilet might hang out with them a bit more after this- they can do some drawing together!! The more prank-buddies, the merrier, yeah? 

Dough- He eventually did get the recording of Bow saying that he was her brother!! Was it a cut-off version of her denying it yet again (though this time more playfully than anything)? Yes. Does that make him any less happy about having it? No. 

Fan- Out of everyone, he’s the most upset about II ending, and wants to find a new special interest!! He’d try a whole bunch of things, games, music, movies, TV shows, art, and I think it would be funny if he settled on the ii-universe equivalent of Survivor, since it was such a big inspiration for II!! He’d also occupy himself with being very interested in whatever Test Tube is doing and cheering her on!!! Also being a good Dad to Bot!!^^

Microphone- Has, on occasion, accidentally had her volume button pressed in her sleep and woke not only herself but everyone in the vicinity up with her snoring. The first time it happens post-canon it takes her a half-hour to get a very startled and scared but very sleepy and confused Taco to come out from her hiding spot under the bed. 

Soap- Her soap is french vanilla and rose scented!!! She’d find her own scent rather pleasant, yeah? I think being empty for her would have a similar effect on her as it does on objects like OJ and Test Tube, though if she’s in a real pinch she will use her own soap to get clean!! Letting someone use her soap would be a sweet gesture of love/appreciation from her!!!

Suitcase- Balloon would write her a lot of poems once they’re back together post-canon, and she’d keep them all inside of her!! She’d keep a lot of special little gifts from important people inside of her. The stone that Knife set beside her the first time they spoke on the docks, a dried flower bracelet from Box, whatever suits her fancy! (Get it? Ge- ‘cause she’s a suitcase? okay ill leave).

Test Tube- I think she would make phones for everyone post-canon!!!^^ It’s a big island, yeah? And they really need to be able to contact each other in case of emergency, with them being able to truly die now. She could make a functioning rocket out of a vending machine, I fully believe she could make however-many functioning phones out of what she can find on the island. (Or even better, Mepple HQ. I think they all should loot it.)

Tissues- He likes coding :) I personally hate coding, because I sucked at it in school and never want to look at one of those evil “easy kids coding” websites ever again. HOWEVER coding is something he could still do while he’s feeling sick, most of the time!! And we have quite a few gamers living in the hotel, so it would be a great way for him to connect with others!!!

Trophy- He always enjoyed photography as a hobby, but very much threw himself into it after being freed from the elimination closet. After months of seeing nothing but the snotty closet walls, he had a lot more appreciation for scenic and natural photographs. He’d hang a lot of them on the wall of his room to look at as he sleeps, since the rooms don’t have windows. 

Yin-Yang- This one is from my partner @galacticrain!! Because I consider them my resident yin-yang expert^^ Yang isn’t actually gluten free, like he says in season 2 episode 5, he just knew that Yin would confess to the eating of Dough if he put any ounce of pressure on him to tell the truth. 

Mepad- Another cold weather hc! As a Mepple device, he doesn’t really get cold! However, during their first winter together, Toilet worries that Mepad has no winter clothing!!! He buys Mepad one of those super fluffy, pink cases. Mepad does not take it off for months, until his systems start to overheat because of it. 

Toilet- I think he would be rather curious about what having limbs is like. He wouldn’t be particularly upset about his own lack of limbs, just curious!^^ He would ask Mepad about his legs, (try to) ask Mephone about his arms, and maybe make a little doodle of himself with a lot of limbs. A biblically accurate Toilet, if you will.

Blueberry- I like to think his white eyes glow a bit. He functions best in pitch-black darkness, yeah? So imagine you’re walking in the dark and two white eyes are staring at you from the depths. He would love scaring people with it, I think. 

Bot- Hanging out with everyone post-season 3 finale and even more so post-canon, they discover that they really do love videogames, similar to what they told Cabby!! They would absolutely dominate in fighting games, and would main R.O.B. in Super Smash Bros.!!! A fellow robot with a 3 letter name? Sign them UP. 

Cabby- She is endlessly fascinated by how Taco’s arms work. They just…go back in? How? Could she pull them out backwards? Both on the same side? Could she reverse them? Taco does not know either, and the two of them spend a full day together just trying to figure out how they work. Cabby gets a lot of new info about them, and Taco in general, after that :). I’m projecting but I think Cabby would be curious too.^^

Candle- Her meditation training post-canon is what keeps like half the cast from losing their minds after everything that happens. She is very very much needed after… all that. Meditation would help her too, of course, in the way that it usually does, but being so helpful would probably make her feel better than that. 

Clover- She was once blown across the entire island because someone dropped a penny on the ground. It was a particularly shiny penny, though, and the year was one her many, many lucky numbers!!

Goo- My little fella!!! Uh obviously he and Bot would make comics together. They like to draw, he likes to write, it’s perfect!!!! They could help him condense his writing down into a comic format as well!!! They could also make fanart and fanfics together!!! Goo would be a shipper I think he already ships Silver and Painty if you sit that little guy down in front of Steven Universe he will explode. 

Lifering- With everyone losing their immortality post-canon, he quickly becomes one of the most popular among the contestants. Twisted your ankle? Go see Lifering. Migraine? Go see Lifering. Ate the mushrooms that Taco very clearly told you were poisonous? Hurry to Lifering!! He’s happy to be of so much help, but gives some long and rather informative lectures on proper safety checks. 

Silver Spoon- Fills his room with candles. Particularly purple ones. And ones scented with lavender and chamomile. He’ll go on and on about how much he loves candles. Particularly purple ones scented with lavender and chamomile. No one can tell if Candle is trying to politely turn him down or really hasn’t noticed. He progressively gets more and more obvious with his candle collection and nearly sets a building on fire. 

Tea Kettle- #1 Nickloon shipper. I’m serious. Whether they get together or not, she ships it. I don’t think she’d be pushy about it, insistent that they get together if they’re interested in other people, but… we know silly Nickel, always chasing a Balloon. And if he needs a little help catching it, TK will be there in a flash!!!! She’d make them a little romantic picnic complete with hors d’oeuvres! 

The Floor- My guy The Floor still visits Mephone almost daily post-canon. I really don’t see the guy being super upset or holding a grudge over Mephone having made him. He’s pretty cool, if he does say so himself!!^^ And they’re buddies, anyways, so Floory would want to check in on him after his abusive father killed everyone and then was exploded!!!! He might even befriend 3GS while he’s at it :).

[delulustateofmind]

Get Ghost'd!

Sum: So you ghosted a guy that like really, really likes you, what could possibly go wrong?

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Choso

TW: Yandere Behaviors (Drugging, Stalking, Obsession, Kidnapping, Trapping, Manipulation) Slight wholesome fluff? Older woman (5-10 years) x Gojo, Noncon smooches (Gojo), The girls are around 7 in this so young cult leader geto (Not as deranged yet but getting there), Choso's is more crack (Todo is mentioned)

WC: 6.1K

A/N: I was just only going to do Geto...but then I thought about all the other JJK characters that would just go so crazy if you just ignored them. No Nanami, because he's a good man and would respect it if you ignored him.

Bold of you to assume you could just ghost the strongest-

Gojo Satoru had left his number for you.

He didn’t usually do that sort of thing—relationships were messy, and he simply didn’t have the time. Not with the weight of his responsibilities and the constant demands on his talent.

But then there was you, Megumi’s sweet next-door neighbor. The one who went out of your way to drop off food for the kids, who somehow managed to fold their laundry just the way they liked it. How could he not leave his number?

After all, he was the brat’s caretaker now, their benefactor. And, well, he could be your benefactor too, if you asked. Not even nicely—he’d do it if you so much as batted those pretty eyelashes at him and gave him one of those soft, shy smiles.

So why hadn’t you texted?

You had the time to make food for the kids. You had the time to do their laundry. But not even a reply for him? Not even a polite “Please don’t contact me”?

He tried to let it slide. Maybe you were nervous, unsure how to handle someone like him. He was Gojo Satoru, after all. But the more he thought about it, the harder it was to ignore the sting of your silence.

He wasn’t unreasonable—he understood the age gap might make you hesitate. He was freshly twenty, probably a few years younger than you. But honestly? That should work in his favor. How often does a hot, young stud go out of his way for someone like you?

You should be relishing in his attention. Cherishing the fact that he’d chosen you. Because let’s face it—you weren’t getting any younger. You should really consider settling for him.

No—scratch that. You should be grateful.

And yet, here you were, acting like he didn’t exist.

The knock on your door came late, almost too late for it to be anything casual. The soft thud echoed through your small apartment, catching you mid-step as you were putting away the last of the laundry.

When you opened the door, you weren’t prepared for the sight of him.

Gojo Satoru stood there, tall and imposing, framed by the dim glow of the hallway light. His white hair caught the faint light, tousled in that effortlessly perfect way. His signature round glasses perched low on his nose, revealing piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow, unblinking, as they locked onto yours.

His hands were stuffed casually into his pockets, his lean frame relaxed, but the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed his easygoing facade.

“Hey,” he greeted, voice as light as ever, but there was a sharpness in his eyes that made your stomach twist. “You’ve been busy, huh?”

You blinked, thrown off by his sudden appearance. “Gojo? What are you doing here?”

He tilted his head, a teasing grin spreading across his face, his impossibly white teeth gleaming. “Satoru,” he corrected. “I think we’re close enough for that, don’t you?”

You faltered, searching for a polite response, but he didn’t give you the chance.

“Not even a little text?” he continued, stepping just a fraction closer. “I left my number, you know. Thought it was pretty obvious I wanted to hear from you.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, suddenly hyper-aware of how small the doorway felt between you. “I’m sorry—I’ve been really busy with work and helping out with Megumi and—”

He laughed, cutting you off. It was light, almost playful, but there was something unsettling about it. “Oh, I know. You’ve been making food for the kids, doing their laundry, running yourself ragged for them. But for me?” He leaned in slightly, his height forcing you to crane your neck to meet his gaze. “Not even a second of your time?”

Your throat tightened. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine,” he said, voice soft but dripping with something you couldn’t quite name. “I get it. Maybe you’re nervous. Maybe you think I’m too young, or you’re just not sure what to say to someone like me.” His grin widened, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “But you’re not avoiding me, are you?”

The way he said it made your pulse quicken.

“N-no, of course not,” you stammered, taking an instinctive step back.

“Good,” he said smoothly, taking a step forward as if he belonged inside your space. “Because I’d hate for there to be any misunderstandings between us. I mean, I’m just trying to look out for you.”

His gaze flicked over your shoulder at the neatly folded laundry behind you, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. “All this running around for the kids? It’s sweet, really. But you should be taking better care of yourself, too.”

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his presence pressing in on you. “I… I’m fine, really. I just—”

“Just need someone to help you out,” he interrupted, his voice dropping to something softer, almost coaxing. “You do so much for everyone else. Don’t you think you deserve someone to take care of you for a change?”

There was a strange intensity in his gaze now, an undercurrent of something far more dangerous than his usual teasing charm.

“Satoru, I—”

“I could do that, you know,” he murmured, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His touch lingered, his long fingers trailing along your jaw just enough to make your skin crawl. “Take care of everything. You wouldn’t have to lift a finger.”

“I don’t think that’s—”

“Actually,” he cut in, his tone suddenly shifting, “I’ve been thinking. This arrangement? You here, me over there with the brats—it doesn’t make sense.”

You blinked, unsure if you’d heard him correctly. “What do you mean?”

He gave you a boyish grin, as if what he was about to say was the most obvious thing in the world. “We should live together.”

Your heart stopped for a moment. “W-what?”

“Think about it,” he said, stepping past you into your apartment without so much as a glance for permission. His long legs carried him casually across the room, but the tension in his movements was unmistakable. His sharp gaze darted over your space, the faint scowl on his face deepening as if your cozy apartment wasn’t quite up to his standards.

“You’re already taking care of Megumi and Tsumiki half the time,” he began, spinning around to face you, his white hair catching the dim light. His bright blue eyes locked onto yours, their intensity almost too much. “And my life? Well, let’s just say it’s dangerous.”

“Satoru, I don’t—”

“You’d be safer with me,” he interrupted, his tone sharper now, the usual playful lilt missing entirely. “And the kids, too. We’d be one big happy family. You wouldn’t have to worry about bills or working yourself to the bone anymore—I’d handle everything.”

He said it like he was doing you a favor. Like it was something you should have already agreed to without hesitation.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you managed, your voice shaking slightly.

His expression twisted, the easygoing mask slipping entirely as frustration bled into his tone. “Why not? It makes perfect sense!” he snapped, his arms spreading wide in a gesture of exasperation. “You’re already basically living this life anyway, aren’t you? Cooking, cleaning, running yourself ragged for them. But when it comes to me? Nothing. Not a single second of your time!”

His words hit like a slap, the bitterness in his voice leaving you momentarily stunned.

“I didn’t ask for that,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Well, maybe you should have!” he retorted, his lips pulling into a sharp, mocking grin. “You’re fine on your own, huh? Sure, because that’s working so well for you. You think you’re being independent, but all I see is someone too stubborn to accept help—even when it’s standing right in front of you!”

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his anger pressing down on you.

He laughed then, but it was humorless, the sound cutting through the air like broken glass. “You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that? You run around helping everyone else, but you can’t even give me a second of your attention. What’s the matter, huh? Am I not good enough for you?”

“Satoru, that’s not fair—”

“Not fair?” he interrupted, stepping closer, his height towering over you as his blue eyes narrowed dangerously. “You want to talk about fair? I’m offering you everything—safety, security, a life, and you’re standing here acting like I’m some stranger asking for a handout!”

His words stung, his frustration bubbling over into something meaner, something sharper.

“I’m fine on my own,” you insisted again, though your voice was barely more than a whisper.

“No, you’re not,” he spat, his tone venomous now. “You’re delusional if you think you are. You’re just making excuses because you’re too scared to admit you need me.” He shook his head, his grin returning, bitter and condescending. “But that’s okay. I’ll fix that for you.”

Before you could respond, his hands shot up to cup your face, his long fingers curling just enough to hold you in place. His grip was firm, unrelenting, as his piercing blue eyes bore into yours.

“Stop overthinking it,” he murmured, his voice low and coaxing, though his words felt more like a command than reassurance. “You’re wasting time. I know what’s best for you. And it’s me.”

You barely had time to gasp before his lips crashed against yours. The kiss wasn’t tender or affectionate—it was rough, forceful, and far too intense. His teeth scraped against your bottom lip, cutting into the dryness of them causing a ting of blood to pool at the skin, the pressure somewhere between biting and bruising, as if he were marking you rather than kissing you.

Your hands flew up instinctively to push against his chest, but he didn’t budge. His arms slid around your waist, pulling you flush against him, his grip like iron. Every movement was desperate, consuming, and entirely unyielding.

“Satoru, stop,” you tried to mumble against his mouth, but he swallowed the words with another bruising kiss. It felt suffocating, as if he were trying to imprint himself on you—erase any thought of resistance.

When he finally pulled back, your lips felt swollen and raw, your breath coming in shallow gasps. But the worst part wasn’t the kiss itself—it was the look in his eyes.

They were bright, almost gleaming with satisfaction, but there was something beneath the surface.

He licked his lips, his smirk widening as he took in your dazed expression. “See?” he said, his voice a low murmur that sent a chill down your spine. “You’re already mine. You just don’t realize it yet.”

You stared at him, your heart racing as you tried to step back, but his hands were still on your waist, holding you in place.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he continued, his tone almost soothing now, though it carried an eerie finality. “You’ll see. This is what’s best. For you. For the kids. For all of us.”

His grip loosened just enough for you to pull away, but as you stumbled back, his eyes stayed locked on you, sharp and unrelenting.

“And don’t even think about running,” he added, his voice soft but chilling. “You won’t get far. I’ll make sure of it.”

Because Gojo Satoru didn’t lose. And you weren’t going anywhere.

I think I may have just ghosted a cult leader, how fucked am I? 

Geto Suguru sat in his living room, legs tucked beneath the kotatsu table, where the twins lay watching Ponyo for what felt like the hundredth time today. The familiar opera intro played, but he barely noticed it, he had lost count of how many times he'd have to endure it. His sleek, dark hair fell loosely over his shoulders, the ends brushing the fabric of his yukata, and a faint shadow from his sharp cheekbones danced across his face in the flickering light.

The DVD would end up in the highest cabinet soon, stored away with the Sailor Moon box set. Only to pretend later on that he has no idea of where the discs went, that the twins should really take better care of their things.

His tea sat untouched on the table, long gone cold as he stared at his phone. Three days since you’d last messaged him. Four since he’d seen you. His dark eyes, always so calculating and composed, narrowed slightly as he swiped through the unread threads of his polite but unanswered messages. He told himself it was fine, that you were busy, but the creeping unease in his chest said otherwise.

Being ignored was new to him, something he hadn’t experienced in years. Women had always sought him out, drawn by the quiet intensity of his gaze, the sharp elegance of his jawline, and the magnetic calm that seemed to follow him like a shadow. They threw themselves at him, eager for a glance, a touch, a word.

But you? You were different. Sweet, shy, and delicate. A part of him had loved that about you. Now it gnawed at him.

Had you used him?

The thought was intrusive, bitter, but it refused to leave. He’d erased your debt, lifted the curse that had plagued you, welcomed you into his home—and into his life. He’d done it all for you, because your smile had been enough. The way it softened your features and brightened your eyes—he couldn’t forget it. You made the darkness in his world feel lighter.

But maybe it wasn’t enough for you.

Maybe you’d only stayed because you owed him. Maybe, now that you were free, you saw no reason to stay.

His hands tightened into fists, the phone shaking slightly in his grasp.

Staring at his phone, he reread the messages he’d sent you over the past few days:

"Hope you got home safe." "The snow’s falling. The girls have been asking when you’ll come over for hot cocoa." "Good morning. Please eat well." "Did you drink water today?"

What he wanted to send was, "Was the kiss too much?"

But every time he typed it out, his thumb hovered over the send button before deleting it. He’d even tried adding an emoji once, only to groan in frustration. Giving up, he reached for the twins, pulling them into a big hug. Their squeals of delight momentarily distracted him as he tickled their sides before letting them go. They returned to their movie, leaving him on the floor, still staring at his phone.

Why did you look at him with those wide, innocent eyes when he cradled your cheek and kissed you goodbye? Why did you press your warm hands against his chest, trembling as you murmured, “We shouldn’t”?

We definitely should, was all he wanted to say.

He had wanted to kiss you ever since that day you ended up babysitting the girls in his apartment. The kitchen was filled with laughter as Nanako sat on the counter, mixing a bowl of cupcake batter, while Mimiko dozed in your arms. You worked together to bake cookies, the domestic scene so painfully perfect it left an impression he couldn’t shake.

You’d cook for him on nights when he came home late, too busy with cult duties to eat. Sometimes you’d bring a spoon to his lips, letting him taste-test your dishes, though they never needed anything. They were always perfect—just like you.

You should have stayed.

You should have realized how much he needed you, how much the girls needed you.

And yet, deep down, he knew why you might not.

You were a non-sorcerer.

The thought of it, the implications of it, only deepened his frustration. How could you fit into his new world—a world built to eliminate people like you? People who didn’t understand the true horrors of jujutsu, who were blind to the curses lurking in the shadows. His grand plan, his vision for a better, cleaner world, was supposed to make everything simpler. Sorcerers would rule, and the weak would fall away.

But you…

You were the exception.

Suguru hated that about himself, hated that he would allow one tiny thread to unravel the tapestry he’d been weaving. You didn’t belong in the world he was building, yet you were the one piece he couldn’t let go of.

How could he protect you in a world where the strong would reign? Where weakness—your weakness—would be punished?

The memory of your laugh cut through the haze of his thoughts. It had been so genuine, so sweet, so human. You didn’t belong in his plans, and yet you did. You had to.

Because without you, his grand vision felt hollow. Without you, there was only emptiness.

His jaw clenched as the realization solidified. You didn’t understand it yet, but he was doing this for you. For the girls. For all of them. But mostly, for himself.

He would protect you from the world he was creating. No one would touch you. No one would harm you. You’d live in safety, as his. His alone.

The phone screen lit up, mocking him with your silence. He could see when you read his messages. That was the cruelest part. You weren’t gone. You were ignoring him.

He rubbed a hand over his face, the smooth planes of his features momentarily obscured as he exhaled through gritted teeth. Maybe he’d been too soft with you. Maybe you thought you could just walk away now that the curse was gone, now that you didn’t owe him anything.

But you were wrong. You owed him everything.

The girls needed a mother. He needed you. The thought of you living a life without him, smiling for someone else, was unbearable. His lips twisted into a bitter smile as he typed out another message.

"The girls miss you.""I miss you."

Suguru’s thumb hovered over the send button, his jaw tightening as he debated. Then, with a frustrated sigh, he erased the message. Words wouldn’t be enough. Not anymore.

You needed a reminder.

He picked up his phone again, this time dialing. His assistant, Manami, answered on the second ring, her tone eager—too eager, though he ignored it. Manami had always looked at him in a way that suggested she wanted more than her job description entailed. A part of him in the past would humor the affection. Yet, now he has you. .

“I need you to watch the girls,” he said, his voice clipped. “I’ll be out for a while, picking up a... gift for them.”

Manami didn’t question him, though her tone softened, as though she thought he was doing something noble. If only she knew.

As he ended the call, his gaze shifted to the cult’s records, neatly organized and as precise as always. He was thankful for the meticulous documentation; it gave him everything he needed. Not just your number, but your address, your emergency contacts, your employment details—more than enough to find you.

Suguru let his fingers trace the edge of the file, his dark eyes scanning the information. Every detail about you, laid out in front of him. You had no idea how easily you could be found.

You could try to run, try to disappear—but you were his from now on.

Grabbing his coat, Suguru stepped out into the snow, the icy wind stinging his face. Words had failed; now he’d remind you. 

The soft glow from your apartment window illuminated the snow-covered street. He didn’t knock when he reached your door. He didn’t need to. The door yielded easily, and he slipped inside, the faint warmth of your home wrapping around him. The contrast between the cold air outside and the heat within was sharp, almost dizzying, but he welcomed it.

The sound of your soft, uneven breaths reached his ears before he saw you. There you were, standing in the kitchen, a cup of tea clutched in your hands. Your shoulders sagged with exhaustion, and there was a faint sheen of sweat on your forehead despite the winter chill. He noticed the trembling in your hands, the red tinge to your nose, and the way your other hand clutched at your chest when you coughed—a deep, rattling sound that made his brow furrow for a fleeting moment.

You looked pale, worn down, and fragile. For a moment, the sight almost softened him. Almost.

Almost made him forget why he was there. Forget the punishments he had planned. The ways he would teach you to never leave him again.

But that fleeting moment of pity was snuffed out as quickly as it came, replaced by a darker, more resolute purpose.

You had to learn.

You had to understand what it meant to belong to him.

Suguru’s fingers flexed at his sides, his mind racing through the plans he had already set in motion. He would remind you of his power—show you what a real curse user was capable of. That as sweet as he can be, he can also be cruel.

If fear wasn’t enough, he had other methods. He had already prepared the sedatives, carefully measured and tucked into his coat pocket. Once the fight left your eyes—and it would—he would take you home.

Home, where you would learn your role.

You would become the mother the girls needed. His law was absolute in their eyes, and soon it would be the same for you.

And if you resisted? If you dared to reject him, even after all he’d done for you?

Suguru’s lips twitched into a faint smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. He didn’t want to think about that outcome, but he’d already considered it. Conditioned responses. Physical reminders. Unsavory methods. Honestly, he didn't want to hurt you. However, he needed you. The girls needed you.

No matter what it took, you would learn to stay. To belong.

Then you turned and saw him.

The teacup slipped from your hands, shattering against the floor. The sharp sound echoed in the tense silence that followed, but Suguru didn’t flinch. He tilted his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours, his expression unreadable.

“Ah,” he murmured, his voice soft and lilting, as though he were speaking to a child. “You’re sick.”

He stepped forward, his movements slow, deliberate, and predatory. The sight of your wide, fearful eyes only spurred him on.

“Too sick,” he continued, his tone warm but laced with an edge of mockery, “to even send me a little message?”

You stumbled back, your breath hitching as you pressed yourself against the counter. Your pale skin, the feverish flush to your cheeks, and the way you clutched at your chest as another cough wracked your body only made you seem more breakable.

Suguru stopped just a few steps away, watching as you trembled, your fear and exhaustion painting you as something delicate—something his.

“You’ve been suffering all alone,” he said, his voice dropping into a low, soothing hum. He reached out, his fingers brushing your wrist before curling around it with surprising gentleness.

“But don’t worry,” he murmured, leaning closer until his breath ghosted over your fevered skin. “I’m here now.”

He let his thumb stroke the inside of your wrist, his gaze unrelenting as his other hand moved to your cheek. The touch was soft, reverent even, but his dark eyes betrayed him, gleaming with something that made your stomach churn, something that sent shivers that weren’t from your cold.

“You’ve been making bad decisions, haven’t you?” he asked, his voice soft and sweet, though his words cut like glass. “Running yourself ragged. Avoiding me.”

His fingers tightened slightly around your wrist—not enough to hurt, but enough to make his control clear as you pathetically attempted to pull away.

“But it’s okay,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “I’ll take care of everything now.”

He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear as he murmured, his voice dripping with false kindness, “All you have to do is listen. Obey. I really didn’t want to have to go this route.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. His breath was warm against your fevered skin, his tone deceptively soft, as though he were doing you a favor.

You had never thought he was this interested in you. Suguru Geto was composed, almost aloof in how he carried himself—sharp features that seemed carved from stone, softened only by the flowing darkness of his hair. He had always been polite, controlled, and even gentle in his mannerisms, but you’d never felt singled out by his attention. Never thought the kindness in his deep, almond-shaped eyes was anything more than surface-level.

But now, as those same eyes pinned you in place, you realized how mistaken you’d been. His presence felt suffocating, the air between you charged with something you couldn’t name, and every movement he made was deliberate—calculated.

Suguru straightened slowly, his hand slipping from your wrist to his pocket, his movements unhurried and deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world. The room felt unbearably small under his presence, the heat of his gaze making your fevered skin prickle. His dark eyes never left yours, their intensity weighing down on you, as if he could see through the fragile walls of your thoughts.

When his fingers brushed the familiar shape of the syringe tucked into his coat pocket, his smile widened. It was subtle, almost imperceptible—a slight curve of his lips that revealed nothing of the storm swirling beneath his calm exterior. There it was—his failsafe. The assurance that you wouldn’t resist him any longer.

Your gaze flickered between his face and his hand, confusion and fear swimming in your fevered, glassy eyes. You wanted to protest, to push him away, but your body betrayed you. The trembling in your limbs, the bone-deep exhaustion, and the subtle pull of his voice, coaxing and unyielding, made it impossible to act.

Then, instinctively, you leaned into his touch, your trembling body seeking comfort, seeking something you didn’t understand. To him, it was perfect.

His hand, warm and firm, cupped your cheek as though you were fragile porcelain. The juxtaposition of his gentleness and the dark glint in his eyes made your stomach churn. He tilted his head slightly, the smooth cascade of his hair framing his face like a curtain, and his gaze softened, almost tender, as though he were truly savoring the moment.

Like the sweet lamb you were, you stepped willingly into the lion’s den.

“You’re coming home,” he said softly, his tone a mixture of mockery and affection. The weight of his words settled over you, heavy and inescapable, and you barely had time to comprehend them before you felt the sharp prick of the needle pierce your skin.

A startled gasp escaped your lips, but it was fleeting. The sedative coursed through your veins almost immediately, your body surrendering to the pull of unconsciousness.

Suguru caught you effortlessly as you fell, his arms wrapping around your limp form with an ease that betrayed just how much he had anticipated this moment. He cradled you against his chest with a gentleness that felt almost loving, the steady beat of his heart contrasting with the sinister gleam in his eyes.

“There we go,” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering as though you were something precious. “Let’s get you home, Sweetheart.”

What the hell does ghosting even mean? What does spamming even mean? Poor fella is trying to figure out life. 

Now you had given poor Choso your number. Really, truly a mistake on your part. 

You thought he was hot—mysteriously so, with his brooding gaze and those face tattoos that made your heart skip a beat. It wasn’t a big deal, just a spur-of-the-moment thing when you spotted him at the bookstore while out with friends. You’d caught his eye, flashed him a smile, and casually slipped him your number on a whim.

What you didn’t realize was that poor Choso didn’t really know what to do with it.

For him, it was monumental. You didn’t just hand over your number; you handed over your heart. At least, that’s what Todo told him when Choso, unsure what the gesture meant, hesitantly sought advice. He couldn’t just ask his little brother these things, so he went to the expert about these things! After all, Todo was dating an idol! 

“She must be madly in love with you!” Todo had declared with his usual bombastic enthusiasm, clapping Choso on the shoulder so hard it nearly made him topple. “To give you her number without even talking? That’s destiny, brother! Love at first sight!”

And Choso believed him. Why wouldn’t he? Todo seemed confident, experienced.

So Choso, armed with Todo’s wisdom, started texting you.

And texting.

And texting.

At first, they were awkwardly sweet messages:

Choso: Hey. It’s Choso. From the bookstore. You gave me your number.Choso: Are you free to talk? I want to know more about you.

But then they kept coming.

Choso: Do you like horror books? Or romance? I can read both if you do.Choso: I saw a cat today. It reminded me of you.Choso: Do you like cats? I mean, not that you look like one. But you’re soft. Wait, not that I know if you’re soft. You just seem soft.

And then they started to come faster, his nervous overthinking spilling into endless walls of text.

Choso: Did I say something wrong? Are you upset with me?Choso: I hope I’m not bothering you. I just… I think we’d be good together.Choso: Please text me back. I can wait.

What Choso didn’t realize was that spamming someone all day wasn’t exactly endearing—it was overwhelming. But in his mind, the silence meant something entirely different.

“Todo,” Choso said one evening, sitting cross-legged on the floor of his apartment, his phone clutched in both hands. His dark brows furrowed as he stared at the unanswered messages. “She hasn’t responded. Do you think… do you think she’s playing hard to get?”

Todo grinned, throwing an arm around Choso’s shoulders. “Absolutely, brother! She’s testing your devotion. This is how women work. They want to see if you’re truly worthy.”

Choso nodded solemnly, his determination renewed. “I’ll show her. I’ll show her I’m serious.”

His solution? Doubling down.

When texting didn’t work, he tried calling. His voice shook the first few times—it felt so intimate, so real.

“Hi,” he murmured into the phone one evening after your voicemail picked up again. “It’s me. Choso. I just wanted to hear your voice. I miss you (the poor guy has only seen you one time). I mean—I know we haven’t talked much, but I miss you anyway (you have only exchanged names by the way). I think about you a lot. Please call me back when you can.”

And when the calls didn’t work, his thoughts began to spiral.

Was something wrong? Were you hurt? He’d seen it on TV—people ghosted because they couldn’t bring themselves to tell someone they were in trouble. Yes, that must be it.

So he started showing up.

First, it was just near the bookstore where he’d met you, hoping to “bump into” you. Then he wandered around the streets, retracing the route he thought you might take home.

Finally, he remembered the faint logo on your shopping bag that day, the one with your number scrawled on the receipt of. He found the shop, waited outside it for hours, hoping for a glimpse of you.

When he didn’t see you, his concern grew.

“Todo,” he said again one night, pacing his living room, his fingers tightening around his phone. “I don’t think she’s okay. She wouldn’t just ignore me like this. Not if she loved me.”

Todo shrugged, flipping through a magazine. “Maybe you need to show her how much you care. Do something big. Romantic.”

Choso froze, considering the advice. Todo was right. He just needed to show you.

And so, as you walked into your apartment the next evening, juggling groceries in both arms, you froze at the sight of a figure standing awkwardly in your living room.

“Choso?” you gasped, your heart leaping into your throat.You were already reaching for your phone. “How did you—”

He turned to you, a hesitant smile on his lips, his hands holding a bouquet of slightly wilted flowers. His dark eyes glimmered with a mixture of nervousness and relief, as if he were genuinely happy to see you.

“I was worried,” he said softly, stepping toward you. “You weren’t answering… so I thought I’d come check on you.” You had never given him your address. You had only given him your family name. 

You stared at him, your mind racing, caught somewhere between shock and fear.

Choso tilted his head, his brows furrowing in genuine confusion. “Did I… do something wrong?”

You stared at Choso, your groceries still in your arms, the door half-open behind you. He didn’t move any closer, but the sight of him standing there, so out of place in your living room, sent a chill down your spine.

“How… how did you get in here?” you managed, your voice trembling.

Choso blinked, tilting his head slightly as if you’d asked him a question he didn’t understand. “Your lock wasn’t very secure,” he said simply, holding up what looked like a slim piece of metal. “I was worried. You haven’t been responding, and I thought something might have happened to you.”

The sincerity in his voice was almost disarming, but the implication of his words made your skin crawl.

“Choso,” you said slowly, setting the groceries down on the counter and keeping the island between you as a buffer, “you can’t just… break into someone’s home.”

His brows furrowed, genuine confusion flickering across his face. “I wasn’t breaking in,” he said softly, almost as if the accusation hurt him. “I just needed to make sure you were okay. You haven’t been answering me, and I thought…” His voice trailed off, and he glanced at the flowers in his hands, his grip tightening slightly around the stems.

“I’ve been busy,” you said, trying to keep your tone steady. “You didn’t need to do this. I’m fine.”

“But you’re not,” he said quietly, his dark eyes meeting yours. There was an intensity in his gaze, like he truly believed every word he was saying. “You’re not fine. If you were, you would’ve answered me. Something must be wrong.”

“No, Choso,” you said firmly, taking a deep breath. “I wasn’t ignoring you because something’s wrong. I’ve just been busy with work and other things. And honestly… you’re sending way too many messages. It’s overwhelming.”

His face fell, the fragile hope in his expression crumbling. “Overwhelming?” he echoed, as if the word were foreign to him. “But I thought… I thought you wanted me to care about you.”

You hesitated, the raw vulnerability in his voice making your stomach twist. “Choso, I gave you my number because I thought you seemed nice. That’s all. I didn’t mean for this to… to go this far.”

He stared at you, unblinking, as if trying to process your words. The silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating.

Finally, he spoke, his voice trembling slightly. “So… you don’t want me to care about you?”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” you said quickly, trying to keep your tone gentle. “I just think maybe you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t mean for you to think… we were something more.”

His grip on the flowers tightened, the fragile petals crumpling beneath his fingers. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, his eyes distant as if he were lost in thought.

Then, slowly, he nodded. “I understand,” he murmured, though his tone was unsettlingly calm. “You’ve been busy. You’ve been… overwhelmed.”

You exhaled in relief, thinking maybe he’d finally gotten the message. But then he looked up at you again, his eyes bright with a strange, unsettling determination.

“I’ll just come check on you more often,” he said, his voice soft but firm, as if he’d made up his mind.

Your heart sank. “Choso, that’s not—”

“No, it’s okay,” he interrupted, his tone almost cheerful now. “You don’t have to feel bad. I know you’re busy, and sometimes it’s hard to keep up with everything. But I can help. I can make sure you’re okay. You shouldn’t have to do everything on your own.”

The way he said it, so matter-of-factly, made your blood run cold.

“You don’t need to do that,” you said quickly, your voice trembling. “I’m fine, really. You don’t need to check on me.”

“But I want to,” he insisted, his expression softening with something that almost looked like affection. “I care about you. Isn’t that what you want? Someone who cares?”

You stepped back, the counter pressing into your spine as you tried to put more distance between you. “Choso, this isn’t—”

“It’s okay,” he said again, cutting you off with a small, reassuring smile. “I’ll make it work. You don’t have to say anything now. I’ll take care of it.”

Before you could respond, he stepped toward the door, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said softly, glancing over his shoulder with a faint smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re never too busy again.”

And then he was gone, leaving the faint scent of crushed flowers in the air.

You locked the door behind him, your hands trembling as you slid the deadbolt into place. The faint scent of crushed flowers still lingered in the air, a sickly-sweet reminder of his presence.

For a moment, the silence felt almost deafening. You stared at the door, hoping—praying—that this would be the end of it.

Choso didn’t understand.

He didn’t understand boundaries, didn’t understand what his actions meant to you. To him, this wasn’t wrong—it was pure love. That you must love him too. 

[renzurrs]

Merry (fucking) Christmas

Sub!Jisung x Fem!Reader

Description: A wholesome moment while opening stockings on christmas eve was quickly interrupted when Jisung got a vibrator in his… and you somehow got fuzzy hand cuffs..? What could go wrong when you mix the two together?

Warnings: cursing, NSFW material, P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, please), crying during sex (Jisung), bondage, orgasm play, I think thats all chat?

Word count: 3,364!

Christmas. The one time a year where you can sit around, drink hot chocolate and watch movies without being distracted with work or other life responsibilities. The one time a year that your boyfriend, Jisung, was off and could enjoy your presence.

Christmas is your favorite, it always has been, and Jisung knows that. This is your guys third christmas being together, and you were so excited you could barely contain yourself. You both had agreed on filling each other’s stockings with smaller items you couldn’t wrap and put under the tree, stuff that was memorable, cute and things you wouldn’t normally buy each other.

It was finally christmas eve, the clock on your phone read 9:30 pm when you looked down at it to check the time. Ji had just came back with the hot chocolate he made, telling you to be careful with it since it was hot. After settling down on the couch, Jisung got up to grab your stockings for both of you to open them, a small tradition you both had since your guys first christmas together.

Jisung grabbed yours, handing it to you with a small smile and sitting down next to you on the couch. The electric fireplace in front of you both letting off a small amount of heat, enough to leave the room nice and warm.

You and jisung started to undo the small amount of stuff in your stockings, the small candies and jewelry Jisung shoved into yours making you smile.

you continued to converse with Jisung about the small things you bought him. A guitar pic that was customized with his name engraved in it, a small amount of his favorite candy, and so many little rings and other things that he loved. His smile was bright as he placed the stuff next to his side, looking like a child opening up his presents on christmas morning.

The room was set under an orange glow from the fireplace, the tv set to soft christmas music that played in the background as you both took stuff out of your stockings with smiles plastered on your faces. The christmas tree lit in the corner of the living room, glimmering with red and white decorations that were so graciously placed on there by you and Jisung one random saturday afternoon in december. Gifts lined the bottom of it, bigger boxes from Jisung since he just LOVED to spoil you with anything you loved. The moment was wholesome…

“Jisung!” You said excitedly, opening up the small black box that showed off the amethyst stone on a necklace chain. The necklace was gorgeous and definitely expensive, but Jisung would spend anything to see you happy. He smiled softly at you, letting you examine the small rock on the necklace. He grabbed it softly from your grasp, unclipping the back of it and wrapping it gently around your neck, clasping it back together and fixing your hair around it. You looked down at it, holding the amethyst stone in your hand as you gave Jisung the sweetest smile ever.

“Thank you, JiJi” You said lovingly, leaning forward and stealing a soft kiss from him, which he generously recuperated. The moment was so soft, the air thick with love. You both leaned against each other again, going back to getting the stuff out of your stockings.

It eventually got to the bottoms of the stockings, the floor covered in wrapping paper and wrappings from certain items you both took out of the package. The cups of hot chocolate being half empty by now and long forgotten on the table in front of you both. You couldn’t help but blush slightly, feeling your heart start to race as you realized how soon he would see what you got him, wondering how he would react…

He pulled the small box from out of the stocking bottom, tilting his head and looking at the shape, seemingly trying to decipher what it could be. You also grabbed the last thing from your stocking, the wrapping paper crinkling under your fingers as you looked over at Jisung, who gave you a small smile. He started to unwrap the paper around the box as you started to unwrap yours, the ripping of the wrapping paper filling the silence. It was a couple seconds later when you looked over at Jisung who was a blushing mess, no fucking wonder.

You lifted up your hand, the fluffy material tickling your skin. Fuzzy fucking handcuffs dangled from your index finger, swinging slightly as you looked at them. You looked over at Jisung, catching eye contact with him, a small smirk playing on your face.

“Whats this, Ji?” You hummed lightly, cocking your head at him. He looked down at his lap then back at you, holding up the box. The box displayed a vibrator on the front, one that was phone operated and sat on the tip of the dick.

“Whats THIS?” He retorted back in a bratty tone, still a bit shy as his cheeks grew red.

You couldn’t help the small smile that quirked at the edges of your lips, keeping your head cocked at him and letting your soft and gentle tone seduce him further.

“Haven’t you been wanting a little stress relief, ji?”

Jisung melted at your words, his self control slipping away slowly but surely. He gulped back the saliva that pooled in his mouth, his thighs clenching together. The tent in his pajama pants prominent and warm from his flustered state.

He suddenly felt how close you were, how much heat was radiating from your body, how pretty your hands were holding those fuzzy handcuffs… he couldn’t stop thinking, his thoughts coming in horny waves.

Your body felt like it was on fire, your stomach fluttering and between your thighs aching from the way Jisung looked at you. So needy, so fucking hot.

A JIsung was distracted by starring at your lips, you unlatched the handcuffs, quickly putting one part around his wrist. His cheeks flushed a deep red color at the sensation, his senses heightened from the moment.

You leaned forward, just enough to sit close enough to his lips where he could feel your breath with his.

“Do you want to have a little fun, baby?” You whispered, your voice was soft and subtly sweet as you waited for his reply.

He nodded eagerly, not even waiting a second later before connecting his lips to yours, a soft moan escaping him at the taste of your lips. He tried to move his hand to hold the back of your neck, but was quickly pulled back down by the part of the handcuff you held onto. A soft whine came from his parted lips against yours, lifting his other hand and trying to grab onto you with any type of grip he could, but before he could, you gripped onto his free wrist, swinging it behind his back with no problem.

The handcuff clicked shut, both of his hands stuck behind his back as you moved your lips against his. Your soft lips against his made another moan come from him, a smirk being planted onto your lips when you pulled away.

His big eyes looked up at you, his lips swollen and slicked with saliva. He looked so innocent yet… so dirty. You grabbed onto his chin, running your thumb along his bottom lip before shoving it past his lips, pressing against his tongue. He whimpered against your thumb.

“Is my JiJi baby all worked up?” You cooed, popping your thumb from his mouth and rubbing his spit all over his lips.

“D..Dont tease me…” Jisung whined, going to move his hand but quickly being held back by the handcuffs. You chuckled at his failed attempt, pulling away from him and grabbing the box from next to him. The small box containing the vibrator she bought for him, her hands working to open it and toss the box to the side.

“How the hell does that even work…?” Jisung furrowed his brows, looking back at you before his eyes landed on the object in your hand.

“Shhh… you’ll find out” You said ever so softly, your free hand coming down to his pants, running along his length under his clothes. He groaned, his hips bucking up into your hand with a small whine of approval from him. You chuckled, undoing the strings on his pajama pants as his hips lifted to help you pull them down with his boxers.

His hard cock hit his lower abdomen, his cheeks running a dark red color from how flustered he’s gotten. You gently used your free hand to rub at his tip, spreading his precum over his dick. He let out a small moan, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure. He was so sensitive that any touch was making him whimper.

You swung your leg over his thighs, straddling them down so he couldn’t move. You looked at him again, his lustful gaze meeting yours with need and desire behind it.

Your eyes stayed on his as you adjusted the toy to sit on the tip of his dick, the vibrator snug against it. He whined softly at the friction, trying to stay as still as possible under you.

“Stay.” You murmured, getting off of his lap and finding your phone on the coffee table in front of the couch. He nodded at you, he was always good for you, listening to everything you told him to do…

You slid yourself back onto his thighs, pinning him down again and opening the app on your phone. Jisung shakily let out a breath, his composure slowly slipping as he felt you click the vibrator on, though the vibrations hadn’t started.

“Why didnt it-“ He was cut off by you turning it on a low setting on your phone, his words cutting off into a high pitched moan. His hips lifted up off the couch as he tried to get closer to any friction at all against his dick.

You chuckled softly at the need in his movements, he kept trying to move to make it hit other places, but it kept vibrating against the same area.

“Are you ready for me to turn it up?” You teasingly asked, watching his reaction to your words was enough to make your thighs rub together and heat pool between your legs. His head nodded, his eyes full of need and desire. he pulled against the restraints on his wrists with a whine.

“P..Please..?” He whimpered, giving you the softest eyes with his pleading sentence… you couldnt very well say no to the poor baby. You looked down at your phone, scrolling through the settings as the silence was filled with the sound of the toy vibrating against Jisung and his small moans.

You eventually fucked with the controls, going to a bar that messed with the level of it. You cranked it up a couple notches and watched him completely fall apart. His eyes rolled back into the back of his head, his head hitting the back of the couch, and his thighs tensing underneath you. You almost moaned at the way he looked, but he did that for you with the amount of moaning he was doing. He was always quite vocal, but you had never heard him THIS vocal.

Jisung whimpered, babbling about heightening the speed and that he was close already. You gently listened to his words, keeping straight eye contact with his dilated pupils as you maxed out the vibrator. His hips shuttered, his moans turning into almost screams while he just got higher in pitch.

It was fun fucking around with orgasm play, why not do it now…?

He was so close, so very close, and he could only whine out a small reply about being on the edge and how he was about to cum. This made you snicker, your finger tapping your screen and turning off the vibrations. His eyes widened, meeting yours as he tried to catch his breath. He furrowed his brows, looking like he was about to cry.

“Baby I..I was so close… give it back, please… fuckkk…” He said, drawling out his words at the end in a groan. He moved against his wrist restraints, squirming under you with the softest eyes.

“I..I’ll be a good boy for you…” He pleaded with you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of weakness. He found it, hiding back a small grin at the way your eyes softened at his pleading. He mentally prepared himself for the pleasure he was gonna endure, not knowing how high you would put the vibrator up to…

To his surprise you started low, eliciting small and deep groans from him. You waited a little to turn it up a notch, changing the vibrations to a setting that vibrated in pulses, his hips lifting off the couch and his breathing coming out in small huffs.

His orgasm was building up again, this time he gave no warnings about how close he was, not wanting you to stop. You knew, it was obvious by his body language. His hips grinding up into the air, his hands pushing against the handcuffs that were locked behind his back, its was so obvious. You didnt stop the vibrator, watching his face contort in pleasure was turning you on…

Your clothed clit rubbed against his thigh as you readjusted yourself on him, trying to help the aching between your legs. You bit back a whimper, watching Jisung again as you tried to ignore the feeling of his thighs flexing against your clothed heat. It would only take a bit longer before he came, only a little bit longer until you could use him until hes a whining mess under you.

He started to shudder, trembling underneath you and pleading with you to let him cum. The noises he was making were almost pornographic, high pitched whimpers and his moans coming from the bottom of his throat, going from deep to whiny.

“I..Im gonna cum…” He mumbled aloud, throwing his head back onto the couch. And with your permission he came, hard and long. His stomach muscles tightening and his hands clenching into fists behind him from the pure pleasure he was feeling, he was almost screaming.

The long orgasm finally subsided, making him pant and look up at you. His cum dripped all onto your pants and his thighs, the toy drenched with the milky white substance. It didn’t take you long to turn the vibrations off and pull the toy off of his cock, he wouldn’t need it anyway right now.

He looked at you with a confused look when you got off of his lap, his eyes widening as he saw what you were doing. Your pajama pants hit the floor in a plaid pool of clothing, leaving behind your silk red underwear. The sides were lined with a lace material, along with the waistband of them. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you were so beautiful just standing in front of him, stuck between the coffee table and the couch.

“Do you like what you see, baby?” You cooed at him in a teasing tone, smirking and chuckling at the fast nod he did. You wrapped your hands around the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and revealing a matching bra to your underwear. You purposely bought it to get him all wound up, and it was working as his cock twitched at the look of your tits spilling out of the silk material. He gulped again, this time letting his eyes wonder over your body. His gaze was hot and heavy, watching as you made your way back onto his lap.

In a seductive way, you pushed his shirt up a bit. You gently ran your fingers over his chest, down his abs, and stopping at his dick. You looked up at him, keeping eye contact and rubbing your thumb over the tip of his cock, his eyes rolling back and a whine coming from him. She realized he was super sensitive, this made more heat pool between her legs.

Your panties were practically dripping, you readjusted yourself to sit against him more, his dick rubbing against your clothed cunt. You let out a heavy and shaky breath, rubbing yourself against him again and letting out a gentle moan. Jisung was watching you, his eyes never leaving you and his lips parted to let out small noises from the way you felt against him.

“Y..You feel, Ji? Im wet for you baby” You said, rubbing your hips against him and looking up at him.

“F..For me.. yeah… only for me…” He said in a breathy tone, his voice cracking in between with small moans. His poor body so overstimulated with the feeling of your body against his, a whine could be heard from him.

You stopped rubbing against him, pulling your panties to the side. With your free hand you held his shoulder, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his. It was a messy kiss, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance, but it was quickly interrupted when you sank onto him, your pussy clenching around him. He let out a high pitched moan, your own small moans mixing with his.

“Y..You’re so warm baby…” He murmured, his breath hitching. You grinned, starting to lift up your hips and sinking them back down onto him. His eyes fluttered shut from the pure pleasure, his jaw dropping and he moaned loudly.

You ground your hips against him, his dick hitting deep into your cervix. He couldn’t speak, only letting out noises of pleasure. You couldn’t help but speed up your movements, your eyes watching his face contort in pure bliss at the feeling of your pussy.

It was only a matter of time before he was babbling about how close he was again, your panties rubbing against his cock every time you bounced on him gave him so much extra stimulation he was almost crying. He pushed against the restraints that were still on his wrists, wanting to grab your waist and fuck into you so hard…

He started to buck his hips against yours, his breaths coming out in faint whines and tears started to brim his eyes from the intense feeling he had.

“Oh don’t cry baby…” You said softly, wiping the tears that hadn’t fallen yet.

“Fuck- feels so good…” He whimpered, looking up at you with glassy eyes and an eager look. You nodded softly, softly moaning and pressing a kiss to his lips. He looked up at you, eyes rolling back and a pornographic moan slipping from his lips, his cum spilling into you.

You let out a harsh moan, your walls convulsing around him and leaking cum down your thigh. You rode out your high on him, his soft whimpers and moans quieting down as you slowed. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, looking down at him. He opened his eyes, gazing up at you with a lustful expression in his eyes.

“Babe… my wrists…” He whined, making you giggle. You got off of him with a small huff, grabbing the keys off of the table, they had been thrown there in the midst of the activities. You pushed your hand behind his back, unlocking the cuffs and taking them into your hands. You took them away, putting them on the table.

You sat down next to him, cuddling into his side. He wrapped an arm around you with a small sigh, pressing a kiss to your forehead and smoothing down your hair. The small and wholesome moment melting your heart.

“Let me clean you up… we can watch a christmas movie after…” He murmured against your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

He did that exactly, cleaning you up and putting you in clean pajamas. He settled you on the couch, cleaning up all the small gifts that scattered onto the floor before sitting down next to you, pulling you into his side as “Rudolph” played on the tv.

A/N: HI GUYS!! This is a bit late i wont lie, i got so distracted at family gatherings that the end is a bit short. I hope you enjoy it anyways🫶 have a great christmas if you celebrate, happy holidays!

Tags: @felixleftchickennugget @gnabsrihc

[valentinelovergirl]

Wrong move you’re dead!

pt.2 of Man am I the greatest?

A/N- Thank you SOOOO MUCH FOR THE LOVE ON PT.1!!!! Love yall🫶

PT.1 here GN!Reader x Suguru Geto

Synopsis- You can’t believe Satoru would betray you like that! Well two can play that game, why not date his best friend?

TW: Language, petnames: love, sweetie, darling, Suggestive(Mentions Suguru and Reader getting freaky but no details, GOTTA KEEP IT INCLUSIVE FOR MY GADIES, LENTLEMEN AND ALL IN BETWEEN) Revenge^^, Satoru gets angry and jealous, fluffy, lemme know if I missed anything! Suguru x GN!Reader

Song- Poison by Bell Biv DeVoe

Fuck Satoru, fuck the girl who he was with! And fuck Suguru. Literally.

Honestly, you didn’t know how it happened. Suguru and you were just watching a movie when things…escalated. It was just a kiss, then a few more, then…more. But, you don’t think you’ve ever been happier. Now here you are, the next morning, cuddled into Suguru. You yawn, slowly sitting up as Suguru stirred a bit, trying to pull you back down. “Come back…” He muttered, his voice still groggy from sleep and his eyes closed. You laughed a bit, running your fingers through his hair. “I need to get ready, sorry Suguru.” You spoke as he groaned, sitting up as well and kissing your bare shoulder. “Did you sleep well?” He asked, gently rubbing your back as you smile. “Yeah, what about you, love?” You asked, kissing his jaw. “Good, you’re nice to cuddle.” He hummed in response, making you laugh a bit as you stood up. He followed, grabbing you some clothes and giving them to you to help you get ready. Once you two were dressed, he hugged you. His arms wrapped around your waist as he buried his face in your neck before speaking “Hey I know it’s kinda…late but, will you be mine? I know you just got into tha-“ You didn’t let him finish before speaking, a soft smile on your face as you laughed a bit “Course, Suguru.” You said, making him smile against your neck, placing a soft kiss before resting his forehead against yours. The moment being ruined by your phone dinging like crazy. You grab it, seeing your notifications.

Satoru: I didn’t mean anything i did last night, i promise! Satoru: Please answer me, I didn’t mean it Satoru: Can we talk? Please! 13 missed calls from Satoru

You roll your eyes, but before you can respond Suguru takes your phone. Typing on it with an annoyed face before putting it down, you got a glance of the message.

‘Hey, this is Suguru, stop messaging my girl. Maybe you should think before you do things, then you wouldn’t fumble someone as perfect as them.’

You smile seeing the message as Suguru smirked, proud. He gently kissed you, leading you to the bed as he gently put you on it, never breaking the kiss. Your now dinging phone forgotten.

Satoru: What the hell. Satoru: SUGURU WHAT THE FUCK? Satoru: ANWSER ME!

Suguru grabbed your phone, blocking Satoru before his hungry eyes looked at you again.

“Now where were we…”

[vijaxx]

please...

summary: billie will do anything to make sure that you're feeling the best you can... which may play a part in her massive praise kink.

warnings: smut, sub!top!billie, praise, mommy kink, dom!bottom!reader, desperation, teasing, and subspace if you really truly squint.

her tongue worked furiously against your center, finding every crevice and diving into it, wanting to hear your moans. you knew her incentive, and wanting play a little game with her, stayed as quiet as you could.

billie's eyes looked up at yours, wide with insecurity at your silence, though a spark of hope bled through that maybe if she asked, you'd be louder. "m-mommy? i-is this not feeling good...?" she mumbled against your core, her pleading smile falling at the thought that she wasn't making you feel like you were on cloud nine. you were, of course, but she didn't have to know that right now.

opting to just not speak, you weaved your fingers into the sheets, a telltale sign of pleasure. billie, ever the attentive submissive, noticed, but still felt horrible. she truly thought you were unhappy with her. "m-mommy, please... i-i wanna make you feel s'good..." her eyes glossing over as she desperately tried to make you feel good, body wiggling and squirming each time she licked you, sensitive to your taste.

"a-am i too clothed...?" she asked, taking off her bra. while not the case, you did almost let a moan slip loosely at the sight of her now bare chest. it was so hard for you to contain it all as your precious baby girl was trying so hard to please her mommy.

"p-please, mommy! i-i need you so bad! i need to make you feel good, please mommy! i-i'll be the best girl in the whole world!" she cried out in broken sobs, practically losing it. her soft lips pouted and quivered, she seemed like she was so sad. your submissive little girl squirming as she ate you out, sensitive, longing, and desperate. you knew that she had so clearly been a good girl, and though she'd done nothing wrong, you decided to end this little game, putting her out of her misery.

moans quickly filled the room, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. billie, eyes wide and smile present, went back to excitedly digging her tongue back into your pussy. her tongue filling you oh so nicely as she used her pointer finger and thumb to flick and pinch your clit.

"that's it, my girl, so good!" you screamed, your hands leaving the sheets and tangling into her hair, your back arching with every kiss on your entrance and clit. your nails raked across her scalp comfortingly, helping remind her who was in charge here (though she never questioned it at all). "i-i'm trying so bad... p-please!! a-am i doing g-good...?" she sobbed with wide eyes, pleasure over taking both you and her as her nose hit your clit perfectly.

"yes, baby, so good, billie! you're such a good girl for me, such a submissive little girl who wants to make her mommy proud", you choked out, so lost in pleasure that you nearly cried. billie knew you were close, pushing her fingers into you to stretch you out just the way you needed to be.

drunk on your praise the the overwhelming feeling and taste of you, came with your permission. after a few "thank you mommy!!"s, her cute cotton pink and white striped panties were utterly ruined. "c-can i take these off, mommy?" she pleaded, but the idea that she'd have to sit all day in her own cum made you closer to the edge, "no, baby girl. you're dealing with the consequences of cumming in your panties".

once reaching your high and falling down hard, you looked at billie. the precious girl had your cum on her chin, cheeks, nose, and lips, looking up at you with her big, innocent eyes, her peach lips swollen from hours of nonstop use on you.

"you did such a good job, baby girl. such a good girl for me."

a/n: i wrote this earlier today but tumblr didn't save it, so with the help of screenshots and a lil pizzaz, here you go! after being inactive for several months, i am very much back online here. lmk what you think of this, and if you have any req or just want to talk, i'm so open :)

-vijaxx

[laundrypause]

AU where no one's a driver. One of Logan's friends signed him and Oscar up for a Lineup video as a joke. They both didn't want to do it cause why willingly participate in putting yourself out on the Internet when they could just do it themselves? But they agree to go in the end because they're going to get compensation if they participate. (It's 20 bucks shared between the two of them) This episode of the lineup is couples edition so guessers would have to guess who's dating who from a lineup of people. Sounds harmless enough right?

Wrong. When has anything ever gone without complications in the Life of Logan™? Oscar's ex is there too. As in the ex which Oscar had dated for two years. As in the ex who had to move back to the UK after graduating college, which led to the both of them deciding to end the relationship off. As in Lando freaking Norris, in the flesh, being on the same set and about to participate in the same video as him and Oscar. But it's fine, no, it totally is. Because they've been over for awhile now and now Oscar is with him so he shouldn't do the whole jealousy thing. It's unbecoming.

When the filming starts, throughout the whole shoot, Logan's been paired with multiple different women. But get this, who has Oscar been paired with the most? Gee, Logan wonders. It can't possibly be Lando could it? Of course it was, because the universe likes jokes and Logan just happened to be the the jester they've chosen for their court. One after another, guesser after guesser, they somehow end up paired up together. One even said that they're confident that they would be the one couple they'd get right.

Oscar has asked one of the guessers why they'd paired him and Lando together, possible trying to befuddle them, making them second guess their pick.

"I saw the way he was looking at you. Absolutely no way that that was platonic."

And to put even more salt in Logan's wound, someone had asked if Lando and Oscar could stare into each others eyes for a bit, wanting to check out their 'vibe', whatever that meant. Tell him why he felt they were legitimately vibing. The moment they made eye contact, it was like they were two planets sharing an orbit and instead of colliding, they became one and Logan was the telescope forced to tune in. Too much? Well too bad because Logan was spiiiralllingggg.

Logan always thought movies and shows were over-exaggerating how the main character felt when they see their significant other with an ex. Like, chill. They're an ex for a reason and now they're with you. Calm yourself. Now that he's in their shoes, maybe, perhaps, there could be a slight possibility that Logan now understands where they're coming from.

"Look at them, they look like they belong with each other. Literal perfection"

Okay, let's maybe tone it down a bit. Fine if you think they look good with each other but ever think you could be wrong and their actual partners are there, you know, having to stand and listen to you saying all this? Logan wonder how Lando's partner, Alex or something, is feeling right about now. Logan knows how he's feeling and it's nothing nice. Maybe he should've just let those twenty dollars go... In this economy, he should've only caved for at least a hundred dollars. Each.

After a gruelling three hours of filming, they were finally wrapping things up and revealing the real couples. It went...great.

"I just didn't think you looked...you know" One guesser had commented when he and Oscar were revealed to be a couple.

And it got even better when one guesser had pulled the landoscar lore from Oscar and had jokingly (it didn't seem that way) asked them to get back together.

"Maybe there's still some love left there?" They had said while doing that weird air elbow nudge.

You'd think the end of filming would be you know, the end of it. But Logan likes to torture himself so he goes scrolling through the comment section when the video is finally uploaded.

Username1 @ username1

First!!! Can I please get a pin please 🙏 🥺

Username3 @ username3

Y'all can't tell me Oscar is over Lando. HIS HEART EYESS??? THAT IS NOT SOMEONE OVER HIS EX

Username7 @ username7

Lando and Oscar are so right person, wrong time coded oml

Username13 @ username13

can yall stop saying that lando and oscar belong with each other? theyre both literally in committed relationships. its disrespectful to not only them but their partners too

↳ Username4 @ username4

I think the only disrespectful thing here was the way Lando was eyeing Oscar. Downright FILTHY

What's worse is Logan sees what they see, what apparently everyone sees. Lando and Oscar, lost lovers who found their way back to each other. Circumstances forcing them apart but fate bringing them back together once again in the most unexpected of places. Story for the ages. Why would anyone think Oscar would be with him. Exactly, there's no reason. Logan wants to be possessive, to show everyone that Oscar was his. To prove that it's not Lando, but him who should be with Oscar. But how can he, when Oscar was never really his in the first place? Logan was merely a placeholder and while everyone could see it, he chose to look away to continue believing that he had Oscar's heart. Why wouldn't he when Oscar had Logan's?

A few months pass after the video and Logan felt nothing when their eventual breakup happened. Nothing ever really felt the same after the video. Instead of talking to Oscar about it, he just left his feelings to stew. Let his insecurities and emotions overwhelm him, pushing Oscar further and further away until the connection between them, in time, snapped. They barely talked, their breakup only being a few short words exchanged, Oscar doing the talking and Logan just agreeing to...whatever. Logan was honestly just really tired. Seeing Lando and Oscar together a few weeks after their breakup didn't even make him feel anything. He's surprised Oscar waited so long but he was no short of a gentleman, that Logan knew. He wonders when Lando broke up with Alec- or was it Albert? Alden?

When one of his friends invited him to golf to stop him from wallowing in his self pity, Logan decided why not?

"Holy shit!"

That was why not. Logan had almost run over someone with his golf cart when he was too preoccupied thinking about a certain someone that rhymed with Moscar. And that someone just happened to be Alex Albon. You know him, Alex's ex is now dating Logan's ex. Fun!!

This now leads to them acquainting themselves with each other because apparently Logan wasn't the only one who saw what he saw that day while filming. Ha! So he wasn't crazy. Just a bit sad....maybe a lot sad. They become kind of friends who grab lunch with other. One day, on said lunch grab, Alex had left the table to use the restroom. Enter the happy couple. Being all lovey dovey. Barf. (They were actually super cute) Oscar had seen Logan and had gone over to him. They exchange pleasantries and when Oscar had asked how he was doing nowadays, Logan had burst out saying he was dating someone.

"Oh! That's- that's great, Logan. Who's the lucky-"

"Alex! Alex Albon. You might, well Lando might know him actually"

Stupid, stupid mouth with no filter. Why? Why the hell did he say he was dating Alex? To save face? Alex then chooses that exact moment to walk right back in. Logan wraps an awkward arm around Alex's midsection, trying to will the panic away from his eyes. He's in too deep now. Logan surreptitiously whispers to Alex to play along and play along he did.

Alex whirls on Logan when Oscar and Lando leaves, demanding an explanation and Logan spills the whole story. They end up trying to fake a relationship as like an indication that they've both moved on from their respective ex, that they both don't still have feelings for them even though they both definitely do. They go on double dates, a lot of double dates because apparently Lando and Oscar have decided that it's cool to bring their exes who are now apparently dating on double dates now. Which it isn't, just to clarify but Alex and Logan are the ones always agreeing to them so...

Alex invites Logan to this gala thing in the UK he has with his parent company because apparently it's useful for networking and he doesn't want to go alone cause it's super boring and doesn't Logan want to get out of the sticky heat and go somewhere cooler. Naturally, Logan agrees and they get to to the UK but guess what. The hotel room they booked? Only one bed. Great. Just great. The hotel was fully booked too since so many people flew in for this gala and Logan and Alex just have to deal with it. It was awkward, Alex suggested he took the sofa while Logan could take the bed but Logan insisted Alex should take the bed. They end up sharing but they did build a little pillow wall to avoid any more awkwardness. The pillow wall was useless though because in the morning, Logan had ended up wrapped around Alex, feet entangling with each other and his head on Alex's chest. It was felt really domestically intimate. Alex was warm, comfortable too. Logan liked Alex. Wait, Logan liked Alex? Unfamiliar with the current feelings washing over him, he disentangled himself from Alex, trying his best not to wake him. Logan needed a walk.

Logan's feelings come to a head when Alex had driven them to the gala and had firmly told Logan to wait in the car. Logan was confused before Alex had practically run to his door side, pulling his door open. It wasn't that that had made him realise the full extent of the feelings he was harbouring for Alex but when Alex had taken his hand, smoothing his fingers on the back of Logan's, saying how beautiful he looked. Logan thinks he's fallen in love. With Alex. Shit.

After that day, Logan kind of toes around Alex a bit but after consulting his counsel (his boys), he decides that he's going to confess. He's going to do it. He calls Alex up and coincidentally, Alex has something to tell him too. They plan to meet at the park and Logan's excited. He's planned a picnic, a spread of foods he'd come to learn was Alex's favourite. His plan was in motion and nothing was going to foil it. Hear that world? Nothing. At. All.

"Logan"

Logan turns, not expecting Alex for another half an hour. Maybe he was just really early? Unusual for the Alex Albon to be early but perhaps he was just as excited to meet Logan as Logan with Alex.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting you till la-" Logan cuts himself short.

Oscar was standing there.

[spencerwayne-todd]

Keeping up with the Waynes, Christmas special, part 2

(Resolution to the slight angst last part, happy ending!)

(Christmas morning, Wayne Manor)

Damian: NO!

Tim: YES!

Damian: CLEARLY, IT SAYS "DAMIAN" ON THE TAG!

Tim: CLEARLY, IT SAYS "DRAKE"!

Alfred, taking the present: Clearly, young sirs, it says "Duke". I believe master Dick is to blame for this atrocious handwriting.

Dick: Hey! My handwriting isn't that bad!

Steph: Except that it is, and nobody knows whose gift is who's because of it.

Dick: Et tu?

Steph: Something in that sentence was wrong.

Cass, walking over to Bruce: Dad. Gift.

Bruce, taking the present: Aww, Cassie.

*Bruce opens it to find a handmade navy blue scarf with his initials sewn into the corner*

Bruce, tearing up: Did you make this for me?

Cass: *nods*

Bruce: *hugs her while crying*

*Crash*

Bruce: Dick! Be nice to Jason!

Dick: NOOOO! You can't make me!

Bruce: Alfred can.

Dick, sitting down: Touché.

Jason: It's his fault. Milk chocolate is not better than dark chocolate. It's not a hill you need to die on.

Dick: How terribly dull for you to live your life without any hills to die on.

Jason: I have plenty of hills I'd die on.

Dick, raising his voice and standing on a couch arm like a stereotypical orator: You! on your vast, flat, barren plains of compromise, acceptance, and accommodation-

Jason: WHO'S COMPROMISING??!!

Dick, even louder: BARREN PLAINS! BARREN, WHILE I REIGN SUPREME OVER THE LUSH, ROLLING HIGHLANDS OF INCREDIBLE OPINIONS I HAVE ELECTED TO STAKE MY ENTIRE IDENTITY ON!

Jason: *Starts running at Dick*

Dick, quickly, as Jason tackles him off the couch: THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH ALL THE FUCKS I GIVE ON SELECT TOPICS!

*More Crashes*

Bruce: Ok, let's continue with the presents!

Damian, unwrapping a present from Selina: A bell?

Selina: Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings.

Damian: Oh, I am aware. I've created a robot that rings 40 bells 80 times per hour.

Duke: Oh, no.

Damian: I've been running it nonstop for three years.

Bruce: Tired Dad Sigh (TM)

Damian: Soon, all of the angels will have wings.

Tim: Oh, god.

Damian: Heaven's hierarchy is in shambles.

Duke: No

Damian: The chorus weeps

Bruce: Please stop.

Damian: God knows I'm coming for his throne.

Me: OK! That's enough. August! You haven't opened anything.

August: Oh, sorry! I was reading this news article.

Bruce, hopeful that one of his children is normal: Oh? What is it?

August: "Spiders blamed after broken siren played creepy nursery rhymes randomly at night to UK townsfolk."

*Bruce visibly loses all hope*

Steph: Could any word in that headline get any more terrifying?

Me: Probably. Multi-legged horror hamsters, anyone?

Damian: *raises hand*

Bruce: *Lowers it*

*All the gifts were opened, food had eaten, and Christmas movies put on the TV as the family gathers to watch in the living room. Jason notices Spencer's absence and goes to their bedroom, finding her sitting on the floor. He closes the door and leans on the frame*

Spencer, facing the fireplace: Jay, I- we need to talk.

Jason: I figured. You never leave Christmas movie night.

Spencer: Two months ago, I was on a mission in Rome. While on that mission, I was stabbed, as you know, and I was severely injured.

Jason: I remember.

Spencer: What I haven't told you is that I found out later that I was pregnant. The wound cost me the baby and any chance of having more. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you before. I just didn't know how.

*Jason walks over to Spencer, and sits down behind her, pulling her into his arms in a back hug.*

Spencer, sighing: How long have you known?

Jason: Gideon sent me the file last night.

Spencer: You must be furious.

Jason: No. I understand. I do wish you had told me before, but I understand why you didn't.

Spencer, scoffing quietly: You do?

Jason, pulling her closer: You were scared. You knew that it would hurt, and you didn't want to imagine what might happen. You knew you could trust me, but could you trust me? Would I be comforting or would I lash out in anger and drive a wedge between us? You told yourself "That's silly! Of course he won't be angry at me!" But, what if I was? Would you be ok? Would we be ok? Emotions are so hard. Why can't everything just go back to normal?

Spencer: Every single one of those thoughts have been on replay in my head for the past two months nonstop, in that exact order.

Jason: I know. But you don't need to be scared. It hurts, but it's going to be ok. You can trust me with your whole life and all of your secrets. I promise you I will never lash out at you. I will always be here to comfort you. I'm not angry at you. You're going to be ok. We're going to be ok. Emotions are hard, but you're stronger than the hardships you face. It's ok if nothing is normal. I'm here for you. I love you.

Spencer: I love you, too. *kisses Jason* I think we'll make it in time for the second movie.

Jason: Wonderful plan, love.

(@august0bone)

[krirebr]

I have no family and the friends I have are far away, so I'm literally all alone on Christmas, just my dogs.

So I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I'm on Tumblr at ton and TikTok and Instagram, helps keep me sane.

So I feel you, as far as the little thing that you mentioned, I don't know, any of the Chris Evans characters with Halloween/Gothic dark. Have you ever heard of the esthetic dark Christmas? It's really pretty actually.

I think it's really nice that we can all keep each other company here. I don't think there's anything wrong or embarrassing about finding a good way to pass the time.

Please tell your dogs that my dog says Merry Christmas

I'm a little familiar with this aesthetic. Lloyd seemed like the natural fit. I hope I did it ok!

[maybetheyredrunk]

inspired by something @youknowwho-mustnotbenamed wrote, December 15 - Desk | Jegulus | word count: 852 | @taylorswiftmicrofic Across from Sirius’ bedroom, there is another door.... – @youknowwho-mustnotbenamed on Tumblr

A bit of fluffy angst.

He never really came out to Sirius. Sirius just kind of- knew. Helped him buy trousers together, cut their hair together, pretended to "accidentally" rip Regulus' dresses so that he wouldn't have to wear them.

The first time he came out to someone, it felt like there was an ocean in his lungs.

Regulus had to come out to his parents after Sirius left. They needed an heir.

He'd stood there, in front of his parents as they waited with judgement in their eyes. "Spit it out, boy." from Orion. "Just hurry up." from Walburga.

"I-" "I'm-"

Then he had to stop for a bit, panic filling his chest like water fills a drowning man. Black spots swam like fish, and for one delirious moment, he thought he might try catch them at some point.

When they cleared, he continued.

"I'm trans."

Surprisingly, Walburga and Orion weren't as mad as he thought.

"Well, it was obvious you weren't a proper girl." "Yes, you weren't the best daughter."

"But we need an heir to the Black family and fortune."

Sirius gone, now a Potter and later a Lupin, they needed someone to continue the Black line.

The second time he came out to someone, it was Narcissa. Easier this time, and Narcissa was supportive. "You're still my cousin."

The third time he came out to someone, it was Barty and Evan. Honestly, he didn't think they cared much, which was nice. "You're still our idiot best friend, we really don't care what you were before."

The fourth time, it was Remus and Lily. Remus understood what it was like to feel wrong in your own body. "I understand." Regulus broke down because he was so supportive. But it was a nice breakdown, not a bad one. Lily didn't know what it was like, but she supported him anyways, and held him while he cried. "I'll always support you Reg, don't worry."

The fifth time, it was James. And it felt like there was a porcelain mask over his skin, his armour that he was slowly peeling away. He panicked this time, properly, and spent ten minutes lying in James's arms, crying. It wasn't planned this time. It was over a phone call. "Uh hey James." "Hey Reggie, what's up?" "I need- I need you to do something for me please?" "Sure mi estrella, what do you need?" "I-" "Don't hate me." "I need you to get me some- period stuff." "You- What?" "Period stuff. Pads." "Oh alright love, you should have said sooner, what do you need? Pads, tampons, anything else? I'll get chocolate for you as well, and a heating pad if you want." "You- you're not-" "I'm not what?"

Regulus could feel tears, relieved ones, slipping down his face, coating his shirt in saltwater. An ocean. "You're not breaking up with me?" He said brokenly. "No love, why would I do that?" "Because- because I'm-" "Trans? Love, that's fine. You're still my boyfriend, you know?" "Now, is there anything else you want me to get, any specific brands for pads?" "N-no." "Ok. Wait in the toilets, yeah? Second floor right?" "Yes." "Love you." And with a beep, the call disconnected.

And Regulus slid down to the ground, tears rolling down his face. When James arrived later to find him, pads, chocolate, and a heating pad in hand as promised, he was shocked to find him crying.

He reassured Regulus that he was alright with him being trans, he still was James's boyfriend, the fact that he used to be a girl didn't change anything.

And maybe Regulus started crying again. Or maybe he never stopped, who knows? But it was happy tears this time.

Maybe the porcelain mask wasn't a mask. He was, after all, a boy, not a girl.

And the ocean in his lungs diminished as it fell from his eyes.

Graphics by @sweetmelodygraphics

@into-the-jeggyverse @noblehouseofgay @my-castles-crumbling @strawberrystainedfingertips7 @reggie-the-starboy

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

for real though when my Rook Aldwir found out Emmrich was dating Strife it's like. STRIFE??? The head of my faction who doesn't even say hello to me when I come home to Arlathan? Who didn't bother to show up when those two dragons were beating the shit out of me even though Viago who I've only met twice came AND brought poison to help??? Strife who told me to get out for saving some people and then only begrudgingly was like "fine. i guess." when i showed up again after 6 months and having almost died????? like get it girl he's hot for sure but how did you crack that. how did you make him like you. please teach me.

[foundfamilywhump]

see like the thing with 'carewhumpers' as a concept to me is it just like... i know this is prrrrobably not really how it's meant but something skeeves me out about the idea that kindness or caretaking mixed in with hurting someone can somehow meaningfully complicate or dilute the harm done to the point of making that character no longer a 'whumper' whereas someone doing the same 'bad' things but not ever being gentle or caring for them would just be a straight-out whumper. when like... that's how 90% of irl abuse dynamics work? so i just... don't really get the point, i guess. like to me it implies something about the 'care' provided somehow mitigating or combating the harm done that. i just do not personally appreciate or enjoy.

[wav48k]

would anyone be interested in my gay fucking spreadsheet... it has a very large amount of sourced mcr pics arranged by date (work in progress, not very professional. but its fun) and also a section with like a hundred old interviews. did you know one time frank got interviewed by some random fucking tumblr user and they talked about donnie darko? now you will. theres finally enough stuff in there that i think its worth handing out for people who want to see :)

[beebeewoop]

AN IMPORTANT PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FOR ANY NEWCOMERS TO THE EDDSWORLD FANDOM

It has come to the attention of I and many others that there has been some disrespect going on between Tumblr users who like to draw ship art of the Eddsworld characters and those who do not like to see certain ships. I will not name names or point fingers, but this needs to be addressed. Making art of these ships is absolutely okay to do as long as it is not problematic! We want Tumblr to be a safe place for those who use it as their outlet for art.

To any newcomers entering the Eddsworld fandom: most of us Eddhead veterans are in our late teens or early twenties so most of us are adults. WE'VE BEEN THROUGH THE WRINGER AND WE KNOW THE DRILL:

The fictional characters are not the real people, so yes, it is okay to ship the fictional characters. We know the difference between the fictional characters and the real people.

DO NOT bash those who ship certain characters together. DO NOT comment on a post of ship art you don't like just to tell the artist you don't like it. They spent a lot of time making that and it is very disrespectful to the artist. They have every right to take offense to your comment. Even if you were to say "Nice art but I don't ship it" is still considered disrespectful.

If you see something you don't like either scroll past it, filter out the tags, or block the person. It's really that simple! You do not have to interact with the art or the artist.

Also, T.H.I.N.K. before you speak, please! What has been said many times before needs to be said again.

T.H.I.N.K. is an acronym that stands for:

Is it True?

Is it Helpful?

Is it Inspiring?

Is it Necessary?

Is it Kind?

If what you want to say is none of these, then please reconsider saying it.

Thank you.

And thank you @crystalwhisp for helping me write this.

[ur-fav-alien]

Jail Cell

Eben Oleson x Fem!Reader

You had been dating Eben for awhile, and during one of Barrow's annual blackouts he brings you along for a night of fun. In the empty sheriff's department an idea crosses your mind, something to do with an empty jail cell...

Tags :) SMUT , Oral!fem receiving , very minor roleplay (i.e. calling Eben 'officer' and one case of being called 'inmate') , handcuffs (he's a sheriff, you didn't think I was gonna do anything with that? c'mon) , mentions of bruising and some pet names! , I think that's if but if I missed anything please tell me xoxo

Eben crashed against the light switches of the sheriff’s department. A move blinded by your lips and tongue, making sure you got every taste of him as you pushed through the doors.

It was Barrow’s annual black out, your second, but your first together. It was exciting; you had only recently moved to Barrow to take care of your father, and Eben had always known the blackouts as a simple factor of life. 

Eben had been aware of what it was like to relish in the quiet of a blackout with someone, but now he was with you; someone who hadn’t always known the dark skies of Barrow. It was something he had been looking forward to. Sadly, a month of cuddling and gazing under the northern stars turned into constant care of your families and jobs, leaving very little time for you to indulge in one another. Pent-up emotions and heavy eye fucking throughout the days resulted in snowballs being thrown at your window in the middle of the night, as if you both were teenagers. 

The adrenaline rush certainly felt like your teenage years as you snuck out of the house to meet Eben in his SUV. 

The lights snapping on throughout the department shocked both of you out of your lustful trances. It gave you a moment to look at your heavy breathing partner. Eben doing the same as his eyes surveyed over you. The cold had pinched his nose and cheeks red. The lack of oxygen from making out and the biting wind were a viscous pair. 

“You’re gorgeous.” Eben breathed out, squeezing your sides lightly. 

You smiled and pushed him back playfully, which only made him grab onto you tighter; pulling your warm bodies together to continue what you had been doing. Right before your lips connected, from your peripheral you saw a very empty jail cell in the back of the room. 

An idea sparked in your brain, something you had been wanting to do since falling in love with the town sheriff. 

You pulled away with a smile on your face. “Wait, wait, wait—” You skipped to the empty cell, “I wanna do something!” 

Eben stared at you in wonder, peeling off his coat to follow you absentmindedly. “What’s that?” He asked playfully. 

The coat fell from around your shoulders, grabbing it at the last second to throw it to the side. You walked backwards into the cell, grabbing onto the door and closing it as you progressed further into the cold room. The metal door closed with a small echo, which was dampened as you turned around to press your back against them. You turned your head to look at Eben, who was chuckling softly behind you, the sound of him sending butterflies to your stomach. 

“Really?” He asked as you turned around with a fervor in your eyes. 

You smiled through the bars, face pressed close to the cold metal. “Really.” 

He chucked again, running a gloved hand through his hair. “You do something to me, lady.” He walked forward, leaning in to kiss you through the bars. 

“I’m not sure you’re supposed to really kiss hardened criminals.” You hummed delightfully. 

Eben raised a brow. “You’re a hardened criminal?” 

You backed away from the bars, swaying your hips and shoulders suggestively. “The worst of the worst, baby.” 

He rolled his shoulders back while holding back a very obvious smile. Eben gave a half-hearted shrug before tightening up his face. 

He ripped open the jail cell, taking a step inside. His face was hard and stern, making your skin tingle with excitement. “Inmate…” even his voice felt cold, like he had never been more angry. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

You couldn’t contain your happiness. Roleplaying had never been something you’d even think of asking him, and now that it was actually happening, the pure excitement of it was overflowing out of you. You seductively slid towards him. “What do you want me to do?” You raised your hand to brush against him, only for Eben to aggressively grab your wrist. 

He spun you around forcefully with an angry glare, which ignited a deep fire throughout your nervous system. A plethora of knots began forming in your stomach. 

“You have some serious behavioral issues.” He growled. 

“Ya gonna do something about it?” Your finger hooked around a belt loop, tugging ever so slightly. Part of you just wanted to get this over with — would it be too much to say ‘cut!’ and drag him down to the floor? 

He grabbed the back of your head and pushed you against the bars. You would’ve cooed at the protective action if you weren’t in the middle of something. 

His hand ran down your body, the roughness of his glove and the gentle touch made you shiver. He grabbed your other hand and brought both of them above your head. 

All your fantasies coming alive at this moment were too much to process. A giggle bubbled up to the surface, but shut down as soon as his leg pushed the back of your knees, causing you to crumble to the ground. 

You looked up at him with enormous eyes, watching him intently as he was too busy focusing on ripping his glove off with his teeth to grab a pair of cuffs around his waist. The act had made your tongue heavy, your eyes floating back to their level as his crotch stood right in front of you. A thousand nights of nuzzling against his thighs after intimate nights made the knots in your stomach tighter, lighting them ablaze. 

Cold metal snapped against your wrist. You looked up again to find your gloves ripped off and metal cuffs replacing them. The chain weaved through the bars — you were stuck. 

You made eye contact with him, brows furrowed together to convey that he was angry, but you knew he was everything but. 

“Do the glove thing again!” You whispered. It felt as if you two were actors in the middle of a play, improvising as you went on. 

He raised his brows before bringing his hand up to rip his other glove with his teeth, tossing it aside. 

Your giggle echoed through the department, and a smile ripped across his face. You leaned back against the bars, legs folding out beneath you to rest on your butt. 

Eben followed you down to the ground, situating himself between your spread legs. “Am I doing okay?” He whispered, once again enforcing the idea that they were putting on some type of play. The idea made your smile all that more infectious. 

“You’re doing great.” You leaned in absentmindedly, needing to kiss him like nothing else. Your lips felt empty without him there. “I’m so turned on.” You whispered before his lips took yours. 

Your body was on fire as he leaned further into you, arms surrounding your head to keep himself from falling into you. 

“You’re really bad at being a corrupt officer.” You playfully whispered against his mouth. 

When he pulled away, you thought you’d go into cardiac arrest. His heavy breathing and lidded eyes were too much, but kissed red lips were just the cherry on top. A heartbeat pounded between your legs, begging for something. 

“Oh, really?” He asked, his voice dripping with lust. 

In a flash, he grabbed your legs and brought them to his shoulders. Your scream of excitement acted as no deterrent as his lips gave small kisses to your inner thighs, pressing through your pants as if nothing was going to stop him. 

You giggled and squirmed as his lips dared press against the one area they needed to be.

“Eben- Eben, please.” You begged. 

He looked at you from between your legs, a sight which would echo in your head for the rest of time. “Please, what?” 

“You’re such an asshole.” 

He kept eye contact as he slowly and gently pressed a kiss to your center. You could barely even feel it, but the act itself made you lose your mind. You leaned your head back as you hissed out curses. 

“Will you just fuck me already?” You whimpered, and the kissing stopped altogether. The embarrassment fluttered to your face. Pure heat was radiating off of you. 

Eben seemed to like that answer because he rested your legs on his shoulders to toy with the buttons and zippers of your pants. The fact you couldn’t help speed this process up was making your head spin, and he knew that. You had never found Eben to be an evil man, but the one time you ask him to be an evil police officer, he’s the most corrupt man in the world. In the back of your mind, you began wondering if he had always wanted to be evil like this. Draw out your torture, make you squirm and beg for something — the thought of that made you lightheaded. 

He moved your legs to one shoulder to slowly take your pants off, each inch of skin gaining a small kiss. He ripped your shoes off to leave your only comfort of warmth being your knee-high socks. You must’ve been a sight to behold because as soon as he spread your legs again, his eyes dilated in a fury of lust. 

“You look like you’re gonna eat me.” You breathed out with a small smirk. He resembled that of a hungry predator, you his simple prey. 

Eben tilted his head ever so slightly, a brow raising which told you everything you needed to know. You watched in horror as his mouth opened, rolling out his tongue. He leaned forward and licked a painfully slow strip across the center of your underwear, giving you a taste of what was to come. 

You squirmed as his grip tightened on your legs, keeping you as still as he needed you. He only released one of his hands to pull your underwear to the side, to get to where you finally wanted him. 

The feel of his tongue against your cunt made you hazy. His hot breath battled the cold empty building, causing shivers all over your body. 

He squeezed your thigh, a bruise that would come to form in a couple hours, something you were waiting to see flourish. He kept your underwear to the side, fingers grazing your clit ever so slightly as his tongue worked its way inside. 

You squealed and moaned like your life depended on it, but he wouldn’t let up. He only stopped tormenting you to pepper small kisses on your inner thighs while he shushed you. 

“If you think I can stay quiet during this, you’re an idiot, Eben.” You were out of breath, panting like a dog as his kisses warned closer and closer. 

“Good inmates don’t talk back, sweetie.” 

You whined, leaning your head back in frustration. 

“Good inmates don’t whine either.” 

You settled for a pout, which opened its way into a gasp as he kissed your clit gently. 

“Try not to move too much.” He purred into you. “Don’t want you falling off.” 

You couldn’t help but nod at his request, he had successfully turned into you puddy. You kept your hands busy by grabbing onto the bars, squeezing your eyes shut as pure ecstasy rolled over you. 

His thumb rubbed soft circles into your clit as his tongue lapped at your center, curling in and out. The roughness of his thumb and the soft plushness of his tongue twisted your nervous system into knots. He dug his face further into you as the fire in your abdomen grew unbearable. 

You tried to tell him you were cumming, but words escaped your heavy tongue. Your body ignited, legs to shaking beside his head. 

Eben continued on, digging his tongue deeper into you as he rode out the electricity which shocked your body. In a parting gift, he gave a small kiss to your cunt once more before pulling away, looking at you from your pelvis. 

The panting echoed throughout the building — you’d be surprised if the entire town hadn’t woken up. 

“Wanna go again—” 

“I’ll kill you.” 

He chuckled, unhooking your legs from his shoulders. Using your legs, he pulled himself closer to wrap your legs around his waist, protecting your scantily clad ass from the cold concrete. He leaned in to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself, which left you giggling. 

Your noses were touching, hot breath intertwining. “Thank you for correcting my behavior, officer.” 

He growled dangerously, his smile toothy and dangerous. He snapped his head and was kissing and sucking your neck wildly — a horny vampire. 

You screeched his name, giggling wildly.