#it’s like he’s scared to be loved and also scared of what those feelings with being

[madamechrissy]

Pour it Up

Pairings: Stripclub Owner Sukuna x Stripper F!reader

Summary:- You are a single mother, your baby daddy is not just worthless, he also is actively trying to sabotoge you, so you go out on your own and raise your kid by yourself. Struggling your ass off, a friend of a friend named Toji decides to offer you a hell of a deal, a few hours a night at a strip club to make BANK. While there, you meet the other owner, Sukuna, and the moment he sees you? You annoy him how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, pushing him to insanity. He knows he must have you- no matter whose ass he needs to beat.

Warnings:- reader is a mom, lowkey/highkey Yandere Sukuna behavior (He's obsessed- down bad) recreational drug use, drug dealing Sukuna (the club lowkey a front lol) Mafia ties, EXPLICIT sexual content, fluff/smut AND light angst- violence, some former trauma of reader. This part- mentally/emotionally abusive Naoya, Sukuna is possessive, violence, mafia ties, a lil bit of smut in here- whipped ass Kuna- he whimpers hehe- angst smut AND fluff - WC-6.2k

Based on Stripclub Owner Sukuna - will be six or more parts- I HIGHLY recommend the playlist (esp on the club scenes) That mobster art in the banner is by Sketch B on X- LINK

<<<Part Three Playlist Masterlist Part Five>>> (coming Soon)

Part Four

“I’m outside, sweetheart, wanna let me in?” Your heart hammers in your chest, as Touma is tilting his head curiously, you bolt up to sit straight, feeling sick to your stomach as his cat-like tone works its way into your mind.

“What!?” You demand quietly, standing as you head towards the door, you’ve rarely ever had him come here, he’s been so uninvolved aside from his never ending calls or texts, which were just taunts truly.

“You heard me, honey, I’d love to come see you. Wonder what you’re wearing hmm?”

You hang up the phone, disgust making bile rise in your throat, turning to Touma then and bending low on your knees, brushing back his hair gently. “Hey baby, let Mama talk to him, hmm?”

“But will daddy upset Mama?” He asks, breaking you slowly into pieces, you take a shaky breath, plastering on a smile.

“No way, I’ll be good! Promise. But I want you to stay inside, will you do that for me?”

“Of course! I'm a big boy.”

“You are!” You snatch up a cardigan, you’re literally in a crop top and shorts, the last thing you need is him to tear apart you showing the stretch marks he loves to shit on you for, for being comfortable with your body, that gives him more power over you.

You open the door and see him, sleazy smile on his face, those narrowed brown eyes raking down your figure as you shut the door behind you, looking directly at him with a scowl. He chuckles, grinning with sharp canines as the sun that should be warming your skin makes you so hot you feel faint, blood pressure rising and rising to where you can’t breathe.

“Naoya. Need something?” You whisper, he leans a hand on the door, right by your head, the other brushing back your hair, you itch to smack him but you’re terrified, knowing more and more of what he does.

“Not a nice greeting sweetheart, where’s my kiss?”

“You’re not getting one ever again.” He laughs harshly, dragging you to him then by your waist, and you shove at his chest. “Back off.”

“No way to talk to me, maybe I should occupy your stupid fucking mouth, huh?” You glare and smack him right in the face then, earning him pinning your wrist brutally to the door. “Gonna put your hands on me?”

“You’re not gonna kiss me, ever agin. Stop it, you’re making a scene!”

“Then let me in, huh?”

“No. I’m not letting you scare Touma.” Naoya rubs his red cheek, letting your wrist go now, eyes trailing down your body once more, tugging at your cardigan, seeing the marks Sukuna left, glaring.

“And just what are these?” He touches your neck, making you shiver, pushing his hand off once more.

“None of your business, Naoya.”

“Gonna get marked up like some whore?”

“Says the man who had women bent over tables in front of me?” You counter, raising a brow, as Naoya tilts your chin up, touch so vile compared to Sukuna’s that you wonder how you ever really did it with him.

“If you would’ve tried harder, maybe I wouldn’t have had to. Served your man a little more, appreciated all I did.”

You scoff now, eyes narrowing. “All you did was down me, make me feel like shit, and blame me for your infidelity instead of just taking responsibility. And I served you plenty, you sure didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?”

“Get me off.”

He snorts, rolling his eyes and adjusting his suit jacket. “Oh really? You’re playing that?”

“It’s not a game, I know you didn’t.”

“And you’re gonna stand here looking so satisfied, for what?”

“Because I’m happy for once, you can’t stand it, can you?” You whisper, only for him to press your back against the door, hovering over you, for all his faults he’s never hit you, but your eyes go wide, tummy flipping so much you feel sick, you’re dying to just be in Sukuna’s arms suddenly. 

It’s an insane thought, too much too soon, but fuck you want him to hold you, to tell you it’ll all be okay, to feel him cup your face with one of his big hands, that make you feel so safe. You close your eyes for just a moment, trying to gather yourself, as Naoya continues to spit his nasty words, mixed with falsehoods.

“You wanna live in this piece of shit apartment with the kid?”

“He’s happy here, and it’s what I can afford.”

“So come back, and live like you should, have you in furs and diamonds, hmm?” He’s caressing your cheek as he speaks, altering his tone, and shit that used to work but now!?

“No.”

“No!?”

“No, I’m good with working hard, and doing what I can. I haven’t asked you for a dime, Naoya.”

“Making such good money shaking your ass?” You tense then, jaw setting, glaring back at him.

“Excuse me?”

“Heard the rumors, someone saw you coming out of that club downtown, the real fancy one. Are you actually bartending, or are you just slutting it out?”

“I swear to god, go the fuck away.”

“Want me to tell the lawyer what you do? Mommy who strips, who knows what else she does for money. How much are you charging them?” He cooes again, brushing back your hair as your hands are numb from the blood pressure rising higher and higher, until you almost feel faint.

“What are you getting at, stop talking in circles.”

He laughs then, throwing his head back a bit. “That you either come back where you belong, with me, or I make sure he’s not gonna be yours.”

“You will not, and since when do you even want him in your life?” Your voice is under your breath, you can’t have Touma hearing, Naoya’s brows lower, as he finally backs up a bit, but his hands are slipping across the sides of your breasts, to your waist and your hips.

“Miss you, don’t you know?” He tries to run it, that game he used to, but it doesn’t work, not now that you’ve had Sukuna, a real man. “I need you in my bed, not some john at a club.”

“I don’t get paid to fuck.” You speak through your teeth, he snorts then.

“You were good with your mouth, you know.”

“Wouldn’t know if you were, thank god.”

“What now?” You smile then.

“Nothing. If you want to see Touma, set it up with our lawyer, you don’t need to come here, or do you want more legal involvement in your hair?”

“You threatening me, stupid little bitch?”

“Just giving what I’m getting, bet you don’t want the feds on you.” He laughs cruelly, pinching your cheek so hard you gasp.

“Think I don’t have feds in my back pocket? Stop acting like you fucking know shit, huh? Think about it, coming back, being safe with me, or acting like some dumb bitch at a club. What’s better?”

“Call me a bitch one more time, I swear.” He leans close, lips against your ear, hands slipping down your body, gripping at your hips.

“You’re real pretty when you’re scared.” Is all he says, kissing your ear and laughing again, before pulling back, finally allowing you a breath. “I’ll see you real soon, sweetheart.”

You try to compose yourself, finally walking inside and seeing Touma nomming happily on his little cheese puff snacks, giggling as he’s watching his cartoon. You exhale in relief that he hadn’t heard it, but then a sense of dread starts to fill you, as you have no clue truly just what your ex is capable of.

******

Candy looks at you with a frown when you walk in, as do the other girls, not saying a word as you start to get undressed, they never really talk to you, seeing as you’re Mr. Sukuna’s favorite, and you can’t blame them. Sukuna was heavily lusted after by the girls here, and you’re sure from overhearing conversations that he used to partake in the women here as well.

But it definitely seems like he no longer is, as body spray is spritzed and lockers are shut, leaving you alone as you’re dusting glitter on your skin, struggling to pull yourself together just a bit. Sukuna isn’t here yet, and when he is you’re certain the flood gates are going to open, and tears will fall.

You need to tell him what happened.

You struggle to save face, stepping up the stairs to one of the stages, clear platform heels clicking, the straps have calloused your ankles all week, but you seem to be getting used to this again. Your body after just a couple weeks is a little stronger, a little more used to the movements, though you’re not sure you’ll be able to get up all the way like before Touma.

You spin and glide, earning grins and looks, as you slip to the floor, hair falling loosely, you’re not wearing a wig tonight, hair just flowing lightly, led lights glittering like diamonds on your skin. You try to fake a smile, try to put on a bright exterior, as men ogle you with their eyes, as they slip cash into your garter, when you see Sukuna walk in, along with Toji, Suguru and Satoru.

As soon as his eyes hit you, he knows something is wrong, and he panics, was it him, yesterday? Was it the fuckfest you two had!? Was he too much or…

What you do to him.

He walks up now, casually standing at the stage and pulling out hundreds, becoming you over, blunt in his mouth as he hands you a lighter. “Light it f’me, pretty hmm?”

“Of course, Mr. Sukuna.” You step closer, taking it and cupping around the flame, he exhales, slipping a hundred in your garter, then another few in your waistband, thumbs brushing on your skin, feeling so good then. “Don’t give me-”

“Shh. Tipping my girls here.” He says, inhaling the blunt as more men are gathering around, trying to garner your attention, and Sukuna’s putting another few hundred in your other garter, as your body responds to his every touch. “God just look at you.”

“Mnh…” Is all you manage to whisper, he smirks then, inhaling the blunt and exhaling against your skin as you spread your thighs, pulling your panties up to where your lips are just barely visible, making his head spin.

“Teasing me, huh brat?”

“Maybe.” You turn now, rolling your hips, before pulling him by his tie, as he stands so close, feeling your heat against him, making him almost moan as he lets you pull his face to your titties.

“You better not do this with anyone again.” He says as you jiggle your breasts, managing the first soft laugh since your run in with your ex.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to, Sir.”

“Fuck.” You pull back a bit, and he sighs as his name is called, looking over his shoulder, then back at you. “Come see me in a bit.”

You nod, finding it hard to pay any attention to any of the other men, outright shuffling off dances to the other girls, until your set is done and Sukuna eyes you heading to his office. Soon he’s in there, shutting the door and pulling you close, intending on kissing you when he sees the tense set of your face, the way your eyebrows are drawn together.

He softly says your name, and you know you’re losing it, your hold on everything. “Anyone bothering you?”

“Not any of the guys here, no.”

 “What’s wrong?” Sukuna cups your face, and as soon as he does, you drop your shields, your barriers, all your defenses, lip trembling so much you have to bite at it to make it stop. You’re blinking back tears, when his crimson eyes narrow with concern, his jaw tensing. “What’s wrong, brat, out with it.”

“I don’t wanna worry you.” You whisper, then Sukuna knows.

“He fuckin threaten you?”

“Just with custody, not… physical. But he was grabbing at me, saying nasty things to me… I… Kuna, I…”

“Shh, shit just c’mere.” He pulls you in his embrace, a big hand on your head, pressing you against  his chest, letting you inhale that familiar scent, feeling so right and perfect, this cardamom mixed with something so heady, so him. You inhale it as your tears decorate his black dress shirt, and he’s just holding you.

You can’t stop crying, it opens up like a damn flood gate, all while he’s holding you against his chest. “S-someone saw m-me here… that night he w-was here, I think he was looking for me.”

Sukuna’s grip tightens, holding you so close you can barely breathe. “He won’t fucking touch you, not a hair on your head.” Sukuna feels his chest aching, how much and how intense he’s feeling for you, with every breath you take, the thoughts fill his head over and over.

Kill him, he wants to kill Naoya.

It would start a fucking gang war though, but he can’t even think of anything, seeing red as he looks at the door to his office, as he holds you while you cry, over a man who doesn’t deserve shit, especially your damn tears. Didn’t deserve to touch you, and now has made you cry? No.

“He won’t bother you anymore.”

“You don’t understand who he is-”

“You don’t understand who I am.” You look up at him, as he swipes his thumbs across your cheeks. He can’t stop himself then, he wants to finally tell you, just how he feels, how much he feels. “Listen, I-”

Suddenly there’s a commotion, and Sukuna hears the sounds of a fight breaking out, you both quickly dart out of the room, and see it then, Naoya being held by his collar with Toji. The dancers and bartenders scatter, the men there gathering around, including several Zenin, with guns on the ready, you feel sick when Naoya sees you, wearing literally just pasties and panties.

Brown eyes lock as Sukuna spins a gold ring on one of his tattooed fingers, putting the insignia on it under his fist, stepping in front of you, as Toji hooks him under his shoulders, and Satoru and Suguru walk in, starting to punch the other men around you all, taking their guns right from their hands. The entire room is chaotic as you stand behind Sukuna, hand gripping his shirt like some lifeline.

“Out of the fuckin’ way, Ryomen. That’s my property right behind you.” Naoya says, and Sukuna’s body flexes with his fury, as he steps forward, laughing while he watches Naoya wriggle in Toji’s hold.

“She isn’t your damn property, Zenin.”

“She was my wife-”

“Was, being the keyword. You’re in our territory, fuck face.” Toji says then, and Naoya laughs, trying to heatbutt Toji and failing.

“Not the traitor son talking shit about territory, you all just are little bitches for the Gojo clan now, huh?”

Gojo quietly knocks another member out, until several are on the floor, as Suguru makes sure every last patron and dancer are out of the door, shutting and locking it with a click. “Speaking of my family, you are on my land, so why don’t you do us all a favor and leave her alone?” Gojo says then, as Sukuna steps closer, and Toji drags Naoya to a seat, holding his arms behind the back of it.

“The fuck do you care, you all tagging her?” Sukuna punches Naoya then, with a sickening crack, only making him lick the blood that drips from his lips, grinning when you find you have a jacket on you, tugging at it a bit and seeing Suguru smile just a bit, touching your back gently.

“You shouldn’t see this, love.” He murmurs, as Naoya coughs up once Sukuna has punched him in the stomach.

“Don’t talk about her, don’t even say her fucking name.” Sukuna mutters now, gripping Naoya’s collar and lowering his face.

“Do you know what my family can do?” Naoya asks, earning Sukuna’s grin.

“Do you know what I can do? What I feel like doing right now?” Satoru now has an arm around your shoulder, turning you to face his chest when you hear another scream from Naoya now, along with Sukuna chuckling.

“Shouldn’t see all that.” Satoru mumbles, as you’re shivering against him, and he has a hand on your head.

“I can look at it, I swear-”

“You really care about her, then you won’t piss me off, she’d fetch a pretty penny on the market, stretch marks and all- ah.” You hear another hit then, another sickening crunch of bone, making you just bury your face further against Satoru’s chest, feeling how stiff his own body has gotten, hands tight on you.

“Gojo, get her out of here while I finish this.” You hear gruffly, to just be ushered away from where your ex was further digging his grave. You’re gasping for a breath when Satoru has you in Sukuna’s office, struggling with your tears as you pull the coat closer against you.

“You have the worst taste, pookie.” Satoru says, and you laugh through your tears, as he leans over to grab tissues, dabbing them on your cheeks.

“How are you a mobster? You’re too sweet.”

“I am sweet, hmm?” He wiggles his brows, making you giggle again.

“How do you do that, be so sweet still?”

“Lots of sugary drinks. Sit.” You sit down now on the desk, hearing more screaming, trembling more as this giant coat swamps you, and Satoru sits next to you sighing, rubbing the back of his neck. “I hate this shit actually.”

“The head of the Gojo family hates it?”

“Sure do. Boring, bloody, just annoying. Sukuna, he really runs things for me, honestly, he can handle it all. I can but…” He frowns, looking at the backs of his knuckles, his long fingers spread out. “I don’t prefer to.”

“Do you think he’ll really do it, try to s-sell me?” Your trembling whisper makes Satoru frown now.

“He’s capable of it, and if Sukuna kills him now, there’ll be a war. He runs the Zenin at this point. But… no one will let it happen.”

“But my kid, I-”

“No one will let it happen. Okay?” You nod just a bit and he sighs, pulling you against him again. “Look like you need a hug.”

“Ugh, I do. Thank you, Gojo.”

“Satoru, we’re friends now hmm?” You nod with a little smile when Sukuna walks in, covered in blood all over his hand and forearms, eyeing you two.

But instead of irritation, he feels appreciative of idiot ass Gojo, even if just for the moment, as he comforts you. “I’ve got it now.”

Gojo smiles at you. “Don’t worry mmkay?”

You nod, wishing you could feel as unbothered as he’s trying, as he walks past Sukuna, and he murmurs something in his ear, before Sukuna shuts the door behind him, walking up to you now. Slowly, step by step, those dress shoes of his click quietly on polished hardwood floors, until he’s right in front of you, his shoulders finally relaxing their posture.

“Kuna…” You whisper, looking at his bloodied hands, as he cups your face with them, exhaling and leaning low, the crimson liquid decorating your cheeks as his thumbs brush over them.

“You need to come stay with me.” He says, husky voice so deep and broken, you take a shaky breath, your hands slipping up his shirt, dark line of sweat down his broad chest making it damp.

“I can’t do that, I can’t impose like that!”

“He’s more dangerous to you and your kid right now than anyone. You both need to stay with me for now so I can have you safe. No arguing, got me?” He says softly, and you nod, blinking tears back as he kisses you, deeply, hungrily now. “Good girl, actually listening.”

“Good girl, don’t do that.” You feel it then, his adrenaline just pouring from his veins, and he moans now, shoving off the jacket, baring you to him, every where he touches leaving little trails of blood, your ex husband’s blood at that, now coating your pretty breasts when he grabs them. You’re desperately unzipping him, feeling the need to be ever closer.

“God, what do you do to me.” He murmurs more to himself than anything, kissing the corner of your lips, down your jaw, pulling your pretty body so close, dying to take you, have you his and only his.

“Please.” You whine out softly, stroking his cock now, thumb trailing just over his piercing when he spreads your thighs, kissing down your neck, and you’re rubbing his tip between your folds, whining.

“I can’t touch her like this.” He huffs, and you whine out, making his cock throb in response.

“Don’t even need to touch me, please. In me- Ah!” As he presses his cock at your entrance, you’re soaking him, all while he’s cupping your chin, kisses hungrier now, your teeth clicking as he’s stretching out your little pussy.

“You’re too tight, brat, shit.” He huffs now, pulling your hair as he lays you back on his desk, yanking your thigh so he can sink even further, and you almost cum then and there, the sound drowned out by his mouth, muffling your cries.

“Need you.” You whisper again, and you needing him, hearing you say that, right along with your perfect pussy ruins him completely, he’s fucking into your slick walls now, harder and harder, pulling back to look at your face. Covered in mascara streaks, tears from this piece of shit who should have never had you, still so beautiful.

“You’re all mine now, aren’t you brat?” He huffs, you nod weakly, when his piercing drags on your spot, and you’re screaming out, he covers your mouth with his hand, his eyes dilated, lidded while he fucks into you. “Shh, baby.”

Baby.

Sukuna called you baby.

As you’re cumming and he’s whispering ‘that’s it, baby lemme fuckin’ feel you’ it’s partially from his cock, partially from his possessiveness, the way he owns you. He pulls out of you then, much to your whining dismay, chuckling a bit when he’s bent you over his desk instead, legs dangling at just how high it is, even with your heels they barely touch the floor.

“Mine, say it.” He huffs, fucking back into you, tip drooling as it kisses your cervix, your head falls back as you whine out. “Mine, just mine, never his again.”

“Never, Kuna, never.” Your cries are again muffled by a rough palm, as Sukuna feels a protectiveness so intense he can’t bear it, the need to claim you, to keep you, to make you his and all his. He’s closer and closer as he ravages your tight little cunt, which is pouring down his veiny length to accommodate.

“Gonna k-keep you s-safe, keep you cumming, f-fuck… got me?” You nod eagerly, screaming out into his palm when his ring drags on a new spot, and you’re cumming all over him, making him throb and moan himself, right in your ear, so sexy it sends shivers down your spine. “Gonna protect you baby.”

Protect you. 

Fuck you believe him, you trust him, more than someone you knew for years. The way he grabs you. Holds you. Kisses you. Fucks you. There's nothing like it, that strength as he rails your pretty pussy, yet the gentleness of his little kisses, then the feral way he claims you.

“Mnh!” Is all you squeak out against his rough hand, as your eyes roll back in your skull, and you’re convulsing around his thickness.

“Fuck…” Sukuna whimpers, the sound that always ends you even further, as he tries to keep going buried deep in you, he has to rest his other hand on the desk, clutching it, while he turns your face to him, breath on your lips burning. He almost says it, insane words, you make him think when you look at him with those eyes.

I love you.

Fucking brat, coming in and making him obsessed, making him soft, reckless and stupid, and now in love. He barely knows you, he’s surely pussydrunk, but that’s just not it, Sukuna has been whipped like a little bitch since day one, and it’s truly all your fault, as your pussy milks him, as your lips part and you look at him like that, like something he can’t explain.

Well shit.

He can’t just say that, so he stutters, his mouth open, shoving his cock so deep you scream out loud, and he couldn’t care less if someone heard then and there, not when he’s burying his face in your neck, murmuring your name. He also murmurs it, silently, those three little words, as he grabs you so tight, thick muscled arms around your body, so small compared to him.

“Kuna, cum in me, please. Wanna f-feel you.” You whisper, and who is he to deny anything you ask? He cums immediately, like your whispered plea was some command, his moans echoing in the room they’re so loud. “Mnh oh my god yes.”

You’re shuddering now, as his cock fills you so good, white cum shooting so deep inside you, and your head falls back as you rock your hips, arching your ass out for him to cum even deeper. Sukuna kisses you over and over, one hand gripping your hip, the other your face, trying to catch his own breath as he pushes in just a bit, feeling his cum and yours drooling down his length.

“Holy fuck…” You mumble, and he chuckles just a bit. “What?”

“You’re cute.”

“Cute, hmm?” He eases off you, pressing kisses down your spine, exhaling as he watches goosebumps rise everywhere he does.

“Cute. Even pouring cum like this.” You jerk as he pulls his cock out, and the emptiness and soreness hits. “Mmm, come with me tonight.”

“With my kid and everything? Let’s just… tomorrow? I mean I have to bring some things.” You try to adjust as you clean yourself up a bit with the tissues, hands shaking as you do.

“I mean… he’s not gonna do shit tonight, I guess, but I’ll have someone sit in front of your place, just to be sure.” You cup Sukuna’s face now, tiptoeing.

“You’d do that for me?”

“Let your kid sleep tonight, then we’ll figure something out.”

“Kuna I think I’m… like in love?” He snorts, but you’re dead serious, earning a blush on his high cheeks.

“It’s the moment brat, calm down.”

“Is it the moment?” Your eyes lock on his, he sighs now.

“You’re ‘like- in love’ what a shitty confession.” You glare now, earning his chuckle, the moment just a little lighter.

“Excuse me for not having the best confession, I have my exes blood on me and my boyfriend fucked my brain away.”

“Boyfriend?” He raises a brow, you bite your lower lip nervously then.

“Aren’t you?” He sighs, he wants to be that and more, brushing your messy hair back just so.

“You’re asking me out and confessing love? Damn, pathetic.”

“I swear if you-”

“I’m joking, brat.” He’s grinning now, for a moment this huge, tall and intimidating man with bruised knuckles is just a little sweetheart, genuine joy in his tone when he speaks. “I’ll be your boyfriend.”

“Yeah!?”

“Yeah.” You grin and kiss him again and again, until he’s damn near ready to fuck you all over, when the door knocks, and he clears his throat, grabbing his own coat and shoving it over your shoulders. “Come in.”

“Smells like sex in here.” Toji jokes with a grin, and Satoru sighs.

“Good sex.” He says with a pout.

“Can you two actually fuck off?” Sukuna demands, and you stand up, handing Suguru his jacket with a little smile.

“Thank you.” He smiles just a bit, nodding.

“How about we have a drink, I could sure use one.” Toji mutters, and Sukuna chuckles.

“Is that code for, I really fucked shit up and we need to talk about our plans?”

“Something like that. Wanna have a drink, doll?” Toji asks you then, and you sigh, shaking your head.

“I should get home, I need to be with my son.”

“I’ll have someone go there now.” Sukuna says, texting on his phone for a moment. “Want my driver to take you?”

“I can drive, Sukuna.”

“Aren’t you shaken up a bit?” Sukuna murmurs, before grinning. “Or should I say fucked out?”

“Oh stop!” You head off to get cleaned up and dressed, and when you’re out there aside from knocked over chairs and broken glass shattered, it seems relatively normal. Toji, Sukuna and Gojo are sitting there with Suguru at the bar, pouring them each a drink when Sukuna sees you, in your hoodie and jeans, sighing.

“You gonna be okay alone? I can come with you.” Sukuna asks, and Suguru hands you a shot, which you down with a little shiver, coughing a bit.

“If you have someone keeping an eye on the place I’ll be okay.”

“Just in case…” Sukuna walks behind the bar now, grabbing a gun and handing it to you, you blink a bit in confusion, frowning at it. “I’ll be showing you how to shoot a mother fucker.”

“Right now!?” You hear the chuckling of the men around you.

“Just point and shoot em, pookie.” Gojo says.

“I’m not gonna have a gun around! I don’t have a lock box and-”

“There’s the safety, and you can put it right under your pillow, just for tonight. Tomorrow I can protect you.” Sukuna says softly, putting the cool metal in your hands, dainty and shimmering. “It’s not a big gun, it’s tiny, just a little ‘22, enough that it’ll fuck em up, but barely any kick back. And easy to keep on you.”

“I don’t know…”

“Look, doll, ya need to start carrying, with that ex of yours? Trust us.” Toji says, you sigh then, nodding and taking the gun carefully, hand trembling just a bit.

“Safety is here, trigger here, it’s loaded so don’t play with it. Okay?” You nod now, and pops a little holster around your hips, securing it and covering it with your hoodie.

“I don’t have a permit-”

“Baby we run coke and are in the mob, you think that matters?” You look down and they all chuckle again at you. “You’re cute.”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, I should go home though, I need to clean up and… be with my kid.”

“I’ll walk you out.” You wave to the other men now, as you feel the weight of his gun, though light, the mental weight of it is heavy on you, as you look up at him and a car pulls up.

“Only go straight home, already got someone parked, red mercedes, any other car lurking you call me, okay?” You nod then, leaning up and kissing him softly, sighing against his lips.

“I think I really love you.”

He chuckles, shaking his head, pulling you against him now, hands warm even over the layer of your fleece hoodie. “Do I gotta baby proof my house for the kid, or can he keep his hands off my coke?”

“Oh god, Sukuna!” He’s chuckling more now, earning your narrowed eyes. “Yes I need it somewhat put up, certain things, but he’s three, not an infant, so he’s good with most things. Are you really sure this won’t be a big imposition?”

“I’m sure it’ll annoy the fuck out of me, but it’s worth it if you’re safe.” You melt now, the breeze softly blowing his pastel hair around as you look up at him in the night.

“You’re gonna meet the kid, hmm? So soon?” You tease, he smirks.

“Already clearly met the ex.”

“Oh!” You shove at him playfully, for a moment you can let go, this horrible night, a night where your ex said and did terrible things, and threatened worse, because with Sukuna you just feel safe.

“The kid, he looks like you…”

“He does, doesn’t he?” Sukuna’s mind flits, to wild things he shouldn’t think about yet, like if he puts a baby in you, but he tries to shove it back, down with the pesky I love you, that doesn’t need to come out yet.

In just a couple of weeks you’re turning his entire life upside down, but he’s not sure he’s upset about it, really.

“He’ll love you, don’t worry.”

“I’m not.” He is.

“Well, good night Kuna.”

“Dumb nickname.” He grumbles, kissing you again, soft and sweet, and your eyes meet, seeing so much behind them, the worry and fear and… more. “Call me when you get home, lock up good. Keep the gun close, yeah?”

“Yes, Sir.” You giggle when he moans at that, hands on your hips, pressing you close against his hard body.

“Keep talking shit. I have that room soundproof you know.”

“Freaky ass.” He snorts, and you both kiss once more, as he leans over the car door, opening his mouth as if to say something, then sighing.

“Don’t forget to call me.”

“I won’t.” His heart aches when you drive off, he quickly walks back in however, his entire demeanor shifting when he sees the other men are serious now too, now that they don’t have to try to keep it a little more positive for you.

“He fucked up big time coming here.” Toji slicks back his inky locks, downing another shot of tequila, as Satoru’s hands clutch the bar so hard his thin veins are popping from his hands and wrists.

“He’s gonna come back with more people, we need to amp up, call in some of the guys to be on watch. God this shit is boring.” Gojo sighs now, leaning his snowy head back and looking up at the ceiling. “Tired of the Zenin.”

“They’re becoming more and more of a problem, no respect.” Sukuna takes a bottle of whiskey, pouring it into his glass now, jaw clenching. “And that Naoya, the things he fucking said.”

“Love is the biggest weakness, Sukuna.” Satoru murmurs, Sukuna glares at him, but he’s right.

You’re now his weakness, a target, long standing shit mixing with Naoya’s clear need to get you back, it spells disaster. “Did I say I’m in love, Gojo?”

“Written all over your face.” Suguru smirks a bit, earning Sukuna’s glare.

“And her kid, you’re like gonna be a stepdad. God, imagine Ryomen Sukuna as your step dad?” Satoru’s cackling, and Sukuna stands now, stepping up to him as he holds his hands out. “I don’t blame you!? I’d do it too, look at her-”

“I think I need more blood on my knuckles tonight.” Sukuna yanks Satoru by the collar, his arms flailing.

“Shit, sorry step dad-”

“I’ll kill you.”

“Separate you two, god.” Suguru shoves them apart, shaking his head. “Satoru, you really just enjoy being threatened I think.”

“You do love her.” Satoru gets released, brushing himself off as Sukuna grumbles.

“I’ll never let him touch her again, whatever I gotta do.”

When you’re snug in your bed after a shower, you yawn, calling Sukuna, who is riding back home. “Hey, Kuna.”

“Brat, are you all good?” He tries to hide the worry in his voice, but it comes out through the phone, as you turn on your back, blinking a bit, hand clutching tightly.

“I’m okay, I promise. Scared for Touma. I don’t know, would he hurt him?”

“He’d hurt you, and that leaves him with no mom. So it doesn't matter if he’d hurt him or not.” You bite your lip then, feeling exhaustion starting to seep in.

“Why are you so good to me?”

“Tch.”

“Answer me, you brat.”

“Me a brat!?” He laughs now, and you giggle. “You’re asking for it.”

“Am I? Gonna punish me?” Your words are just a whisper, but hearing his sigh even through the phone makes your tummy clench.

“Hah- you’d like it too much, won’t you, me beating that bouncy ass?”

“Shush. I’m sore, you know.”

“Gotta work on the stamina, pathetic.”

“Hmm.” You’re dozing now, lashes are lowering, and he soon hears a light little snore, glaring at the phone.

“You’re sleeping?” He hears more snoring now, chuckling and leaning back in the seat, shutting his eyes for a moment, picturing you.

You’re making him so sappy, god it’s annoying.

“Night then, brat.” He murmurs, hearing you stir then.

“Night Kuna.” He hates the stupid smile on his face, hates the heat spreading from his cheeks to even the tips of his ears, hanging up the phone with a sigh, mind swirling.

Images of you, images of Naoya with his broken fucking nose, then more and more thoughts swirling, especially one-

How is he going to baby proof his damn penthouse?

A/N- there's a LOT of plot here vs just smut, but I really wanna get into just how awful the Zenin are in this mafia world, esp Naoya. NEXT CHAP we get Kuna meeting Touma OMG. Also I included a lot of Satoru bc he's getting his spin off hehe. Hope you enjoyed, tysm for the love so far on this lil fic!

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[spidori]

I wish I believed they were going to be brave instead of trying to pull a soulless cash-grab. Because if they were brave, I honestly believe they could do something awesome with this.

I'm serious, hear me out.

These are apex predators, and they are not mammalian. They should be scary lizards that trigger an instinctual fear response if it weren't for marketing pressures.

More importantly, I think the message of radical acceptance, of both the self and others, could actually be strengthened by the dragons not looking cute or approachable.

I have thoughts, so I'll put those below the cut for anyone interested.

If they were brave, they could acknowledge that a lot of the fans of the first movie are adults now, and that they don't have to make the dragons less threatening to avoid scaring the intended audience of young children. I would love to see them really play up the terror angle instead. They could make the dragons not just dangerous, but unsettling, disturbing, the exact opposite of cuddly/approachable. Essentially, you should want to hit them with a shovel at first. Especially since most of them are being controlled, and none of them have learned any of the body language to communicate with humans yet; they should feel other, and that should feel dangerous, at least at first.

If they did that, and added a couple of tweaks throughout the rest of the story, all of a sudden Hiccup's empathy would carry a lot more weight; he's not just befriending what is obviously just a special dog with scales, he's truly looking beyond his deep- and socially reinforced- fear response to empathize.

It would take some extra dialogue tweaks as well, but I think the seeds are all there already in the original script. Honestly, I think it's true to the ideas the original movie script was presenting. The whole message was radical acceptance of the self *and* of others as they are. It's easy to see that message in Hiccup, and how his empathy was the answer even though it was looked down on by everyone around him. It's even present in pretty much all the human characters, with them being comfortable in their own skins, and that contributing to them having or finding a place for themselves. I mean, consider, Stoick isn't framed as wrong for his desire to protect his village, or for using his strength and leadership skills to do so. No, he's framed as wrong for not accepting Hiccup, or the truth about the dragons, and his continued refusal to do so even when it will harm the things he wants to protect. Crucially, it's his acceptance of both his son and Toothless for who they are that acts as both the turning point for the story, and the redemption of his character.

More to my point though, I think that same message of acceptance, including self acceptance, is also present with respect to the dragons. I just think it's easier to take it for granted when it comes to the dragons.

There's lots of little examples, but I think the best one is the dragons' instinctual inability to disobey the Red Death (the queen). It's the mechanism behind the conflict of the first movie. It's not their fault, sure, but it is at the heart of the problem even if it's not the root cause. And it's not like it goes away either since it's also behind the villain in the second movie in basically the same way.

The instinct is not framed as wrong though, and that's key. Acknowledging the instinct is a key step in fixing the root of the problem twisting it towards destruction in the first movie, and in the second movie just acknowledging it and trying to overcome it wasn't quite enough. Toothless couldn't win by overcoming the instinct to obey an alpha, he had to fully accept that part of himself, and that it could coexist alongside the more human bits he'd chosen to incorporate into himself, to achieve self-actualization as an alpha. And Hiccup instantly accepted that part of Toothless, further reinforcing the underlying message that no one is inherently wrong because of who or what they are.

But I digress from my rambling. I think leaning into the dragons looking reptilian and predatory could absolutely work if they were brave about it. If they made them look truly scary, and actively framed that as ok, as not inherently wrong, just inherently different, I think that could slot right into the message at the heart of the story and add nuance, depth, IMPACT to it. If they do that they would earn my praise, even if it doesn't quite end up landing. I just wish I believed, at all, that the people making the decisions were brave enough to do so.

But hey, maybe I'll be proven wrong the same way I was with Wicked. I'll be ecstatic if that ends up being the case.

the live action httyd movie is an insult to us all and should never have been made. how is this slop better than beautiful stylized animation

I want to hit it with a shovel

[hips-dont-lieculosis]

I’ve decided to try compile my top ten, post hiatus videos, don’t hate me these are just my options, some of them even I don’t understand, this will not include ongoing series so no Tik Tok vids or Phan twitter or poppys playtime because those would take up too much space, so without further ado, for your viewing pleasure, my top ten post hiatus Dan and Phil videos as of today:

#10, the power washing video, not only is it so calming and satisfying to watch but I love how real they are and the fact that Phil leaves to have a bath, he’s so me, I do love when they play a slower game and just have chats in-between game play.

#9 the don’t scream video, this one is so weirdly soothing for me, I think because I’ve seen it so many times that I know when the jump scares are so I just get to enjoy 17 minutes of dan and Phil whispering and holding each others hands, very nice very good

#8 need I say more, it’s fantastic, love seeing that in the absolutely wildest fantasy medieval scenarios they can think of they both include them being happy together and basically dying in each others arms, very cute, it would be higher if it wasn’t sponsored by that weird game but hey, the boys have to pay that phortgage

#7 DATE NIGHT??? Honestly the fact that they call each other their “partner” the entire time and dan calling out Phil for being like “no homo” it feels like they’re edging us with the hard launch, like we KNOW NOW KISS ALREADY, also the murder on the dance floor little jam sesh, yeah… love it

#6 I love them making observations about each other, the roasting is so clever and playful that it’s not super like “are they actually mad at each other? They’re so cute and it’s really feels like a married couple being like “love you but also I’m going to roast your ass”

#5 this one is a bit similar to #7 but I think it’s slightly higher because I think they both look absolutely GORGEOUS, the silk is doing something, and the content is just banging, it’s the origin of “lamp gate” plus dan just getting crunk on amaretto, good for him, I may have slight recency bias though because I just watched this video again

#4 again probs recency bias but this video is so good, lore bombs AND competition AND it’s a dan vs phil, plus they are so funny in this, dans… outburst, hardest I’ve laughed at a dan and phil video in a little bit

#3 the camera angle, hi dads, Dan helping Phil sort out his drink, chivalry, the background is gorg, they are gorg, honestly any of the dragon city sponsored videos are so good, they seem like they’re having fun, very very good video

#2 I LOVE this video, they compliment each other throughout, they’re reminiscing, they’re cringing, dan looks like a grippy sock, and even more lore bombs it’s probably my most watched video from after the hiatus

#1 the light of my life, she is so beautiful, so horny, so funny, the bits in this like the oven being kinky, love they’re so playful and the baking is successful??????? Honestly probably my all time favourite baking video

And that’s that, I know I’ve definitely forgotten a banger video and I’m going to want to change this instantly but for now, here she is, lmk if you agree, what are your top 10?

[shocked-collar]

Got any advice for writing Ren?

OOOOOOO yeah i got a lil bit!

Ren is one of those more difficult characters to keep a grasp on due to his spontaneous yet grounded personality. Ren is also special because he has MULTIPLE different interpretations. BTD1, BTD2, TPOF, and YKMET, though we don't know much about that one yet. I find by remembering my little 'character rules' he's easy to play in any of the aforementioned settings.

Also, ALL OF THIS should be taken with a grain of salt as I'm only a fanfic writer/roleplayer online and don't know how Gato herself would write the character.

First rule I follow is to remember that Ren is desperate. The moment he's determined to do something, he becomes desperate to finish it. The moment he's decided he wants something, he becomes desperate to get it. The moment he falls in love with something, he becomes desperate to keep it. This really only applies to things he REALLY cares about. He has to REALLY care about it.

Second rule is to remember that Ren never got to manage his emotions. He's emotional. He's quick to anger, to sadness, to happiness. He works like a sword made of markers; One movement too hard and he'll fall apart.

Third rule is to remember that Ren is starving for things to go his way. He's manipulative. This isn't always intentional, he just hates hearing the word 'no' and despises any kind of pushback. It's been coded into his nature to snake under peoples better judgement to get what he wants after being denied for so long. Even before Strade he was pushed down and silenced, so now it's almost triggering to be on the sidelines.

Forth rule to remember is that Ren is obsessive. His friends are HIS friends. His shows are HIS shows. His food is HIS food. You are not allowed to challenge these ideas without him getting irked. If you talk about another friend you have, he'd be delighted to meet them! But if you talk about them too much, he'd begin to resent them. How good can they really be, right? Not better than him. He's a GOOD friend...

Fifth rule for Ren. He is very proud. He's proud of himself on a subconscious level! He's proud of his cooking, his abilities, his media knowledge, his hair/fur, and especially of his species. Which rolls into the final rule!!!

Rule six, arguably the most important one (in terms of playing post-Strade Ren)... Ren is a fox beast-kin. He is not human. He works differently on a fundamental level than humans do, the largest concern being his diet. He fits in, he makes friends, he engages in society, but in the sort of way that farmers engage with their cattle. He can eat and consume any part of you he needs to. He reads you as delicious. His language and tendencies will be different than a normal persons, like his habit of nesting instead of sleeping in a bed, or even marking territory. He WILL be argumentative, and quite frankly hurt, if any of his animalistic-behaviors are mocked or frowned upon. He is not human, and he wants you to know that.

There are differences in personality when it comes to WHICH Ren you're playing. BTD1 is very reserved because he has to be. He's quiet, obedient, and bites his temper a lot, but do remember he still has one. Despite the daily-terror, Ren finds it hard to hate or love Strade, as he's constantly dished with praise, pets, love, cuts, bruises, and violation, in some sick healthy diet of intimacy.

BTD2 Ren is overly-confident and proud of himself. He feels like a hidden super-villain! He feels like... Strade. A normal guy doing normal things in the normal world, but look out, he's ACTUALLY a big scary-spooky man you should be afraid of! But not so much you don't love him! When in reality he's... ahead of himself and in his own head. He struggles to come to terms with what's happened to him. He's both so happy Strade is gone and also feels not helping him was the worst decision of his life.

TPOF Ren, or Fox, is back to being reserved- but in the way that you should be scared. He's under no ones thumb in this timeframe and still keeps the same temper he's always had. He carries himself with a menacing poise because he knows his emotions are expensive, like the rest of him. The slightest furrow of his brow can indicate a world of consequences for whoever it was aimed at. Despite his appearance, his obsessive nature fails him, keeping him stuck in a mental cycle of correcting and forgetting the past, two contradicting items that slowly tear him apart. He is disgusted by his past and pleased that he has gotten so far away from it, yet can't shake his quiet adoration of German accents.

I hope this??? Helped???? Somehow??? I'm sorry for the yapping novel and also if it's messy, I hardly read it back cause I have a lil bit of a headache

[itsmearia01]

Suddenly i'm a Modern Drama Villainess

Warning : Not yet

Remind yourself how many you cursed in this last episode already. Countless. This drama sucks, you think. Its not like youre into the villainess or something, but shes the most relateable and realest character. Well, shes hot and lowkey looks like you. How mysterious about the actress, you trynna find the information of this actress (your doppleganger basiclly) and you find none.

That female lead and her harems are so stupid. Those guys are rich, but has no brain, you think. Every things around you has gone, where are they? You throw it.

The drama it self called The Love Recruitment. The female lead was a poor girl that used to work a few part-time jobs. Someday she help someone that is actually a young CEO of Z company. That man was the first male lead. The second male lead was her childhood friend, hes a cute potatie and an artist (your favorite basiclly). The third one give mafia vibes. Hes the rival of the first male lead. They used to be childhood friends. However he ran an ilegal business. but thats not the point. HES WEALTHY and also not an asshole like the first male lead.

"This bitch's stupid but she quite badass and the realest character. If my fiancee get stealed i woul've pissed off. But shes also rich cant she just throw that ashole's off?"

Fill with anger and tired you decided to go sleep. and then thats how everything started.

"HAH! HAH! HA- WHAT WAS THAT DREAM." You wake in you bed (?) from that nightmare. It was the ending. The villainess died, thats what you were dreaming of. But somehow it feels more realistic and scared you. Wait, you felt something soft beneath you. Bed (?) even your bed wasnt this soft. This feel... luxury. You see around. WTF is happen with your bedroom. YOURE NOT EVEN SPLEPT IN YOUR BEDROOM.

"Where.. am i? Omg did someone kidnap me?! Wait thats impossible why someone wants to kidnap a person like be, bffr (name) no one will kidnap you hahahahaha. Right?" You said to yourself.

After inner debate with yourself you decide to get up and look at yourself on mirror. Its still you tho. The body, the hair, those expression you make. ITS YOU. You look the door, youre too scared to get out. "Well if this hell or heaven and i died at least lets look appropriate." Everything is luxury, even the bathroom. When you open your wardrobe. "Huh...i wonder how much this person pay for all of this."

You find yourself confusing over luxury branded clothes. After choosing the most 'you.' You decided to go out of your room. Its a big house and pretty confusing but somehow you can easily find your way to where people having conversation.

"Now, (name) Dianne (last name) what taking you so long?" You shocked, okay, thats your mom and thats you dad. They looked like old money couple? But your middle name isnt dianne and why did your mom being so soft youre having a long time on something. WHERES THE SLIPPER?!

Wait, did she just say your middle names Dianne? Oh my god, you think. You think you just become that Drama villainess... Okay, just to make sure. "Mom, umn... Is your daughter finally have a real boyfriend... like not fictional one."

"Honey what are you talking about? A boyfriend? youre engaged to Callum Salvator, CEO of Z company," said your father.

You chuckles but then realize he's not joking. "Damn, i'm cooked."

deviders by @cafekitsune

[anjee0]

You're beautiful

Female!Reader x Recovery!2010's!Eminem (Fell free to use your own OC insert as well)

Description - Y/n and Marshall have been friends who have been harbouring feelings for each other for a years now. Marshall notices that Y/n has developed an eating disorder and decides to show her just how beautiful she really is.

Warnings - Eating disorder, body dysmorphia, smut, mentions of overdosing and drugs.

Requested by @shadyyrecords

Marshall and f!reader know each other for a long while. They had a really strong relationship, especially because f!reader helped him through his drug addiction when he was depressed bc of Proof’s death, and so he was really protective towards her. They became famous together (him ofc as a rapper and f!reader as a model). But due to comments by her managers and the haters and journalists because of her body she developed an eating disorder and Marshall slowly saw the signs and he tries to help her. He’s scared for her by how much he loves her and he confesses his feelings in the end !! And maybe some sexual tension in the end ?? (Like he becomes a little angry by how much she doesn’t like her body and he decides to show her how gorgeous and beautiful she is)

@sweetmusicvoid (ik u were waiting for this 😼🩷)

You fiddled with the keys in your hand before unlocking the door to Marshall’s mansion, and making your way in. The house had felt all too familiar, your constant visits had turned the house into a second home for you. A place where you could find comfort, trust and most importantly, your best friend Marshall. He was lounging on the couch, mindlessly watching the TV, but not paying much attention. It was common for him to zone out when watching TV.

“Hey Ken.” You greeted.

Marshall snapped out of his trance and fixed his gaze on you, who was making your way to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Hey Barbie.” He responded as he watched his friend rummage through the freezer for ice.

“You seriously need to invest in those fridges that pump ice out for you.” You said, shutting the freezer with an expression of mock disappointment on her face.

“My fridge is perfectly fine. It serves its purpose and keeps my food and drinks cool.”

“Just a little advice.”

You sat next to him on the sofa and laid your head on his lap, a very common gesture between the both of you. You closed your eyes as you felt Marshall’s hand thread through you hair gently.

You and Marshall were the definition of two peas in a pod. You had known each other since highschool, and grew closer ever since. You helped Marshall with Proof’s passing and his difficult journey to sobriety, ensuring that you were right next to him through every step of the way. It only strengthened your bond, making it unbreakable. You both wouldn’t dare to imagine what a life without the other would be like. Marshall had also helped you in many ways too. One of his biggest being helping you to achieve your dream to become a model. You were both incredibly successful and loved by many. Rumours of you two dating would buzz through the media and tabloids, but you guys would always deny it, stating that they were only friends. However, the two of you secretly wished it wasn’t true, and that you were truly in a more intimate relationship. But both of your pride got in the way, restricting you from sharing this secret that laid deep down in your hearts.

However, the past few weeks had felt off, and oddly different. Marshall felt a shift in the air. The signs started off small. They were noticeable but not big enough to raise any suspicion. But it had only continued to grow. It first started off with you going to the gym more often. 1 hour sessions became 2 hours. 10 minute peaceful strolls to admire the sunset became 30 minute serious jogs with no time for rest. It only got worse when you started skipping meals, claiming that you had already eaten. And for the rare moments when you had eaten, you would take small proportions. Not to mention your habit of excessively drinking water came into sight as well. Marshall had never seen someone chug two glasses of water so quickly. 

He watched you with intent, examining your well rested face. He was so curious to know what was happening behind it. What was making you do this? He pulled out his phone and did some quick research. A few taps and clicks revealed an answer he wasn’t looking forward to. He felt his stomach churn as he read that all your signs had pointed to symptoms of an eating disorder. His breath got caught in his throat, as his eyes continuously scanned over the text again and again. Sighing, he put his phone down as immediate suspicions for your modelling agency came to his mind. He knew how toxic the modelling agency could be at times. He knew that you had been through a lot, but he also knew that you always came back up. 

Marshall softly exhaled through his nose, continuing to run his hand through your hair. A pang of guilt hit his system. How could he let his friend, the person he loves and cares for so much suffer in silence like this. He felt like an idiot for not noticing earlier. He felt a slight twist of sadness that you would keep something so serious like this from him. 

The evening rolled around as the sun started to set, making the sky a beautiful arrangement of watercolours blended together. Marshall looked back at the meal he’d prepared that was sitting on the stove. His lips curled into a victorious smile, feeling proud of his creation. The pair of steaks looked glorious as it sat on the pan, looking cooked to perfection. At that moment, you walked into the kitchen, the aromatic scent of the steaks immediately reaching your nostrils. Your eyes wandered over to the meal, taking in the beauty of it.

“That looks great Marsh.” You complimented, taking a closer look at it.

“Thanks. Set the table up. I’ll serve us some dinner. I made mash for the sides and I prepared some vegetables too.”

“That sounds amazing. But I already ate.”

Marshall felt that familiar odd feeling in his stomach again. His heart beated quickly as his jaw tightened, knowing that you were lying. “When did you eat?”

“When I went out for a jog. I stopped to get some food.” The lie left your lips so effortlessly, like it meant nothing to her at all. Like it was so easy.

“Oh, what did you have?”

“Just a burger.”

“Sounds nice.” Marshall cracked his knuckles, searching his mind for a good response. “If you get hungry, let me know. I’ll serve up some steak.”

You licked your lips and nodded. “Okay then. Thanks.”

You guys settled down at the table, sitting across from each other. In front of Marshall was the steak, plated on a white porcelain plate along with mash and a mixture of steamed vegetables. You sat on the other side, glancing over at the plate every moment or so. Marshall would catch you sneaking a peek every now and then. He could see you were hungry, he saw it in your face.

“Hey, if you're hungry, you can always ask for the other steak.” Marshall said softly.

“No, I can't…” You replied, her voice quiet and timid.

“What do you mean you can't?”

A glimpse of panic spread over your face as you searched your mind for the correct response. “Well, because I already ate. And I'll be sick if I eat more and…” Your voice slowly trailed off. 

His face softened into one of hurt and sadness. He could feel cracks break through his heart as he heard the vulnerability in your voice. Your eyes turned glassy with tears as you struggled to hold them back. Your vision blurred, and finally, you let go, allowing a tear to run down your cheek.

“I don't know Marshall…” You replied as your voice broke. “I… I just…” You took a deep breath that felt shaky and unstable. A lump in the back of your throat formed, choking the words that you could barely form in your mouth.

Marshall got out of his seat and went to your side, kneeling beside you. He looked up at you, his expression one of worry and empathy. He placed his hand in yours, offering a sense of comfort and reassurance. “Let's sit on the couch. And we can talk about this together, okay?”

He brought you over to the couch and sat you down. His hand was still placed in yours, still giving his safety to you. As you sat down, his softened gaze was fixed on you, examining every aspect of your face. He squeezed your hand gently, letting you know that he was ready to listen.

“Everything was fine Marshall,” You started. Your eyes darted around the room, unable to make eye contact with him. “And then my modelling agency started telling me that I was gaining weight and that it didn’t look good.”

Marshall’s jaw tightened as he heard those words come out of your mouth as his blood started to simmer with anger. He nodded and tried to keep his composure as he gently moved his thumb up down your knuckles.

“They told me to start eating less and to exercise more.” A beat of silence hung in the air before you spoke up again. “And I did. I thought everything would be fine. But it just went downhill from there.”

The tears began building up in your eyes again, blurring your vision. You let the bitter tears of sadness and pain roll down your cheeks. Marshall reached his hand out and wiped them away, his heart aching at the sight of your pain.

“Everytime I looked in the mirror, I would just feel disappointed at what I saw. I didn't feel beautiful or confident anymore. I didn’t feel comfortable in my own skin.” Your voice trembled with every word as more tears began falling down your face. “I just want it to stop.”

Marshall pulled you in for a tight embrace. You buried your face deep into the crook of his neck as you grabbed his shirt tightly. He slowly stroked your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, reassuring you deeply.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You sobbed into his neck as a waterfall of tears left your eyes. He held you tighter and bought you closer, like he was never going to let you go. 

“Y/n, look at me.” Marshall said as he pulled you away from him. His hands stayed on your shoulders, a firm grip placed. Your face was shiny with tears and your eyes looked tired.

He wiped your tears away and rested his hand at the side of your neck. His thumb grazed your cheek, his touch gentle and easening. “You are the most beautiful woman I have met in my life. You have this beautiful glow to you, the most precious soul and your smile is worth more than anything in the world.”

“You’re just saying that.” Y/n mumbled.

“I'm not. I promise. I would never lie to you like that. I really mean it. And the fact that you don't see just how beautiful you are breaks me.”

“How can I believe you Marshall? I’ve been living in a world full of lies.”

“Because Y/n… I love you. More than a friend. I love you… romantically.”

A glimpse of surprise came over your face. You thought for a moment you were imagining, but no, it was the truth. He really has just confessed his love to you. You felt a cocoon of butterflies break free in your stomach. Your gaze softened and you smiled gently at him.

“Marshall… I love you too.”

“You do?”

“I have. For as long as I could remember.”

A moment of silence hung in the air, letting the tension between them gradually build up. You both inched closer to each other, almost like there was a magnetic force between the two of you, pulling you closer. The space between you became smaller and smaller before your lips touched into a kiss. It was slow and gentle, yet there was so much emotion behind it. You grabbed Marshall’s shirt and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

You both pulled away, still holding on to each other. You looked into each other's eyes, capturing each other’s vulnerability. He rested his forehead on yours and placed his hands on the side of your neck. 

“Y/n,” he whispered, his voice low and smooth. “Let me prove it to you.”

“Prove what?” You whispered back.

“That you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

You hesitated for a moment as your breath hitched. You knew you wanted it, but you were scared. What if halfway through Marshall suddenly changed his mind and thought that maybe you weren’t as beautiful as he put you to be. 

The silence worried Marshall. He reassuringly grazed both his thumbs over both of your cheeks. “If you don’t want to, then we won’t do it.”

“No… I want to. But, you won’t change your mind, right? You won’t all of a sudden change what you think of me?”

“Of course not.” The tone of his voice displayed nothing but the truth. He wanted you to feel safe and worthy. He wanted you to realise just how important and precious you were to him.

“Then do it, Marshall. Prove it to me.” You murmured

Those words were all he needed to hear to light the spark in him. He pulled you into a kiss, this time it was more passionate and erotic. His hand trailed to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. Your bodies were pressed up against each other, leaving not even a sliver of space between the two of you. His lips moved to your jaw, and then to your neck, peppering soft kisses on your delicate skin as he took your clothes off.

Before you even knew it, you were both stripped of your clothes, the skin of your bare, naked bodies touching. He laid you down on the couch, trailing his kisses down to your collarbones. He pulled away and sat up, taking in the sight of you outstretched on the sofa for him. His hands ran along your curves and down to your thighs. He marvelled at the grace of your body. 

“Y/n… you look beautiful. You’re so perfect.” He mumbled. 

He reached down again, this time he kissed your stomach gently whilst his hands stayed grounded around your waist. He wanted you to make sure that every inch of your body deserved to be loved and cared for. He buried his face into your chest as his hands began to massage your breasts. You let out a quiet gasp, as you ran your hand through his hair, trying to steady yourself under his touch. He began to suck your nipple, making a loud moan of pleasure escape your lips. He twisted your other nipple, making you arch your back and let out a heavy gasp.

He pulled away and made eye contact with you. His blue eyes burned into yours, and the more he looked at you, the more his eyes darkened with lust and desire. “Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes. I want this.”

“If you feel uncomfortable, tell me, and I’ll stop.” 

Without wasting a single second, he slid his hard, thick cock into yours. You moaned at the heavenly sensation, your cunt immediately tightened around him. He began moving, starting off slow and simple, rolling his hips into yours. The sofa creaked underneath you with each thrust. The sounds of your skin slapping merged with your quiet whimpers. Each thrust made your desire for him to grow even more and more. His dick felt perfect in your velvety walls, like it belonged to be there. Marshall groaned into your neck, as the arousal took over him. Your moans and whimpers were the only fuel he needed to keep him going.

“So beautiful… so pretty… So perfect.” He mumbled in your ear, taking breaths between his words.

He began to quicken his pace, his thrust became prominent with passion and excitement. A fine layer of sweat covered your bodies as the tension in the air began to rise. Each thrust became more powerful, sending ripples of pleasure and enjoyment through both of your bodies. The sounds of skin slapping against each other got louder as Marshall exerted more energy into his movement. You dug your nails into his back, creating scratch marks that were bound to stay for a while. Your whiny moans and his throaty groans meshed together, creating a perfect harmony. He whispered reassuring words and phrases in your ear, reminding you every second just how attractive you were. His quick thrusts made your cunt burn with a fiery desire. 

Marshall’s pace slowed down, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and less energetic. Despite the relaxed speed, every thrust continued to feel divine. Your moans had quieted down and had become more softer and lower. You could both feel the end arriving closer and closer with each second. With each push, you could feel the climax reaching your bodies. Each thrust still felt full with eagerness and arousement. 

The last final thrusts were swift and rough. You could both feel a pleasurable sensation bloom in your walls before Marshall let out his final push. Suddenly, his warm white juices squirted in you, coating your velvety walls. You screamed his name, feeling an absolute wave of euphoria come over you. He buried his face deep in your neck and breathed heavily, feeling the fall and rise of your chest.

“That was amazing.” He sighed.

“Yeah.” You agreed, feeling absolutely exasperated.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

After an intimate shower session of you and Marshall being wrapped in each other's arms and letting the warm water run down your body, you both get settled into bed. So much had happened in the last few hours and you were still trying to process it fully. And there was still an undisclosed tension between the two of you.

“Y/n,” Marshall said, breaking the silence.

“Yes?” You responded.

“I want to help you. With your eating disorder.”

You winced at the words ‘eating disorder’. It hurt you like a knife to know that you were struggling with something so serious, despite being in denial about it half the time.

“Marshall. I appreciate it, but it’s going to be difficult.”

“I know. But you helped me all those years ago with my overdose. You helped me overcome my addiction. You were there for the lowest point of my life. When no one offered to help, you did. And now I want to repay the favour.”

Tears welled up in your eyes for what felt like the 100th time today. You quickly wiped them away as your lips curled into a small smile. A glint of hope flashed in Marshall’s eyes that made you feel something deep in your heart. “Okay then.”

“You’ll let me help?”

"I'll let you help."

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead. “I love you.” He murmured into your hair.

“I love you too.”

Ever since that day, Marshall had put in all his effort to help you overcome your eating disorder. Sure, it took a lot of time, but step by step, you both figured it out together. If anything, it made your bond and love for each other grow stronger. You’d cook meals together, he’d find healthy ways to cope with your stress, help you replace your unhealthy habits with healthy ones and even offered you some professional help. He even helped you to leave your old modelling agency and join a new one that was less toxic and more friendly.

In the end, you were beginning to build a healthy relationship with food. You started to feel happy with how you looked, and every time you looked in the mirror, you saw someone beautiful.

And if one thing was for sure, you and Marshall loved each other very dearly.

A/N: hi everyone! Got a few things to share. Firstly, this is my first 2010’s em fic which im so happy to finally do! Another thing is that i decided to write this in second person instead of third. Please tell me which one u prefer!! Also, if u are struggling through anything serious like this in your life, i am always open to talk to. I’ve struggled with body dysmorphia in the past and i’d be happy to talk to anyone who needs it💗

[realhumangay]

here we go, lads, ep2 and i am more scared than ever 🙃

still on the ew august train, but then also what’s the deal with his mum? do i…feel slightly sorry for him? maybe i did for a millisecond before i realised that he hasn’t paid simon yet for the booze and now has him stealing his dads meds. wtfwtfwtfwtf also wtf at the scene where he did a speech about him during rowing practice? but wille was cute there so fine

also since we’re on the topic of neurodivergence, how has anyone watched this without getting ridiculous amounts of actually stressed/anxious?? this goes for anything but also this show like? i’m struggling!! i love it but im in pain!!

i’ve seen lots of posts about felice (i know, spoilers but i can’t help it sorry) so i’m guessing she becomes a beloved character, and i’m slooowly starting to see how we get there which is exciting! her and sara’s relationship is cute so far (except for if she’s only doing it as a roundabout way to get at wille which i can see happening 👹) but then also ? more gay? would be cute is all im saying. fine if not but ya know

and then finallyyyyy the end scene !!!! ended me !!!! willes gay panic and then panic at simon possibly leaving, him Holding Onto Simon for dear life that was the cutest shit i’ve ever seen they’re so awkward i can’t i love them so much already

(but also we get a kiss in ep2? oh no. oh. dear.)

also also just from a geeky actor pov, i can tell that there’s just So Much depth and backstory to each of these characters it must’ve been so fun playing them cause you get to just fully immerse yourself in the character and know exactly where their arc is going and god good writing makes such a difference for literally everyone involved 🥹

i think those are all my thoughts thanks for indulging me, gonna go rewatch that final scene now x

[respectthepetty]

The Heart Killers' Colors? - Ep. 11

I saved over 100 images for episode eleven of The Heart Killers’ so writing “I’m in my feels” in an understatement, and this episode beginning with this beautiful shot of the boys at descending heights, Style being the highest in pink, and the lovers reuniting at the center really emphasize this is a love story.

Style's shirt even says "love" and I need the GMMTV wardrobe department to get a raise!

However, I’m still pissed that the boys did not kill this man!

Liliana, I thought you raised them better!

But now that Black Brooder Fadel and Red Rascal Bison have found love, they are done killing (even if they should still take the shot).

And Style, the biggest lover of them all, makes perfect sense because I, too, would be acting a whole damn fool for this beautiful man and begging him to give up the hitman life since Style knows it doesn’t actually make Fadel happy.

So even though I’m already thinking about how good Joong and Dunk are going to look in Dare You To Death since this will be their aesthetic, I’m also very pissed that this white man is about to break up the these partners (in crime) since he doesn’t understand this Black Brooder and Red Rascal are in a LOVE STORY (with two possible Blue Boys, but I'm not here for those lies)!

Thankfully, Style’s dad understands what genre his son is in because even if I’m not sure about Style’s color, we all know he is deeply in love with his Black Brooder (who is wearing the hell out of that tank *bites bottom lip*), so it’s time he puts a ring on it, and makes Style Mr. Hitman’s Husband.

Even Kant understands this! I don’t think he even knows his color, but he knows he is in love with a quick-tempered and aggressive Red Rascal, so an exhibit about a volcano killing everyone is the perfect place to propose a proposal to him.

It’s also the perfect place to have these adorable inflatable suits with red (and blue . . . Kant, what is your color, bro!) on them.

But we all know the only reason for the suits was so the show could introduce this line into the mix. Kant and Bison have said the freakiest stuff in this show, and I appreciate First and Khaotung getting an opportunity to be play characters who are weird about each other.

Fadel can’t allow that though. He must out-weird everyone. But first, let me enjoy this scene.

Okay, now for my emo kid to show just how “weirdly romantic” he is.

I know Black Brooder Fadel is super duper emo (Paramore’s “The Only Exception” plays in the distance), but Style is just so in love with him that their perfect emo love story is healing my heart. Style is Death Cab for Cutie’s “I’ll Follow You into the Dark” (Love of mine, someday you will die, but I'll be close behind. I'll follow you into the dark) and I love that Style continues to prove that Fadel’s darkness does not scare him, but is the reason he loves him.

I LOVE THEM!

And now they are going back to the support group to share their fears leading to Style basically proposing. That’s my boy! He doesn’t need to wait for Fadel. He can propose!

And seal it with a kiss. They are my OTP!

Fadel is giving Style is heart pin, and that is a reversal proposal. He is giving him his heart. I feel the tingle of a tear of a forming in my right eye!

And now a romantic dinner after cooking together! This is “peaches and plum, motherfucker.” This is “In another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.” This is “we deserved this domestic happiness, but even if we don’t have it, I’ll still love you in every version of us” and I’M UNWELL ABOUT IT!

Of course Kant is looking like an angel surrendering his tools, so Bison can claim him with a tattoo.

They are beautiful, and this calming blue light is physically hurting my feelings because now my left eye is tingling with a tear.

Fam, I’m going to be honest, I’m not doing too hot. I don’t give two effs about the colors right now. This hurts way more than I expected.

AND NOW KANT IS CRYING! Don’t have First cry because then my bitchass starts crying. Don't look at me!

FUCK!

FUCK!

Jojo, don't you hurt me like this. This is not HIStory 3: Trapped.

FREE MY BOYS!

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

Tommy's introduced as a bigot in season 2 and often shown taking initiative in starting the bullying of Hen and Chim vs. waiting for Gerrard to do something and just not standing up for them. There's even a scene in "Chimney Begins" where no one else is even in the room to overhear and Tommy still chooses to be nasty to Chimney instead of a bare minimum of civil. Even after the "resolution" of the episode and his 'apology' (not for racism, but for making Chim prove himself at work), he's still shown to have spent years not learning his lesson, becuase he goes back to the same behaviors with Hen and Chimnney even mentions that "the Asian guy" still isn't invited out by the team for drinks or BBQ.

Then when it's "addressed" in season 7, we see remarkably little growth from Tommy, where he's blaming "the environment" and Gerrard for his choices and actions as a grown man. And in season 8, we get a healthy dose of misogyny in ageism with how he speaks of Abby, while casually acknowledging he also screwed up her life.

It's not just that he was afraid to stand up against bigotry in the face of an evil boss. He could've taken Eli's route, and just be silent. But no, Tommy is someone who chose to actively participate in workplace bigotry and bullying, and then almost 20 years removed, shrugs it off as everyone else's fault.

let’s not forget his very recent comments about Abby that were reeking of misogyny. Talking about her dating some “himbo” younger than her (as if he wasn’t actively doing the same thing) and admitting he was lying the whole relationship (not just about his sexuality).

Word for word that man said, “Heard she went a little nuts after that” as if her entire world wasn’t flipped upside down with her engagement ending and having to take care of her sick mother. The only tiny bit of understanding he showed was him saying she deserved better, which duh. 

One time when I was five I put a bead in my nose and it went all the way up to the bridge and I had to push down on it from the top until I could get it out because I was scared it would go to my brain and kill me.

That has nothing to do with any of what you said, but I just thought I'd put that out there because you're doing some dumb shit and I wanted you to know we've all done dumb shit. This is a safe space.

Anyway, I don't think you've ever been a closeted queer person who's said and done some at times questionable or outright fucked up things to keep yourself safe from scrutiny.* I grew up seeing people like me getting murdered and heard people explain why it would've been avoidable if they hadn't been so obvious or if they'd just chosen to be normal. I also grew up with a lot of bullies who were only bullying me because it put them in the protected group. It kept them from having people look at whether or not they were actually a good target for bullying. I'm actually friends with a couple of those people now. Not close, but we're cordial and we'll talk when we bump into each other at the store. That has more to do with us being in our thirties and living our own lives. There's a couple who had no excuse whatsoever other than being actual homophobes, I don't talk to them.

I dated in high school, I was engaged but I was 18 so I don't know how much that counts, but then I came out when I was in my early twenties. I knew I wasn't actually interested the entire time I was with those people, either. At first I just thought the relationship wasn't right for me, then I started to realize what was actually going on. I still dated, I still asked someone to marry me because I thought I could be happy with them. I did love and care about them, just not the way you should if you're going to marry them. I also didn't tell anyone I was non-binary until two months ago, even though I figured it out about fifteen years ago. A trans person hiding their identity to protect themselves from danger or rejection is nothing new, but it's kind of a shitty feeling to know you've been lying to every ex you've ever had about something like that. I don't like that feeling, and it's going to take a while for me to shake that. I don't know that I ever will.

So all of that is to say that a character like Tommy is actually kind of important to those of us who also weren't perfect at being queer, especially those of us who grew up during a specific time. I was actually pleasantly surprised that a basic network show would have someone like that, but times they are a-changing. So onto your last point:

Abby Clark is played by a now 57 year old Connie Britton (drop the skincare routine, girl), Lou Ferrigno Jr is 40, and Oliver Stark is 33. When you're an actual grown person, a seven or eight year age difference is kind of nothing. One of you might be a little more ready for things like kids or marriage, but that's not a guarantee. But hearing that your ex started dating a 26 year old when she's about 50, whether or not he knows that she actually pulled Buck's info in a very questionable way (I love that no one going after Tommy ever seems to care about the massive ethical breach from Abby), is kind of...wild. And he presumably heard about this from a mutual friend of some kind, who likely gave him this information colored by their own perception of the situation. This is where critical thinking skills become important. Based on context clues, I can safely guess that Tommy asked someone how Abby was doing or ran into someone who knows her, too, and they said "Hey, did you hear about Abby's new guy?" Otherwise he would've said "I saw that she was dating...." or "She told me she was dating..." So this could've been secondhand bitchiness, it could've been that her behavior was being framed as extremely not okay by someone they knew. We'll never know, the show doesn't have the strongest writing all the time. I'm not touching the thing about her mother, because a very close family member of mine has Alzheimer's, a good friend just lost a parent to it, and I do not want to examine the behavior of a person who's dealing with that or that of the people in their lives.

Could he have said "But I get it, she would've been going through a lot because of her mom and then our breakup"? Yeah. Would it have been nice if they wrote any scenes between Tommy, Hen, and Chimney that bridged the gap between when they weren't close and when they actually celebrated him and his accomplishments when he left the 118 to show why he would be someone Chimney would call on in two major emergencies? Yeah. I think I would've liked to see them talk things out onscreen and to show any apologies. Mostly because it would keep people from dropping an essay in my ask box when I feel like my sinuses and temples are filled with hot needles. I don't actually need to see it other than liking the three of them together, because I figured that they would've shown some hesitation before Chimney would reach out to him or he would've pulled Buck aside to warn him to be careful with Tommy. Or Hen and Karen wouldn't have been so thrilled when they realized what had gone down before Buck and Tommy came into the hospital room. There's a lot of stuff they don't show on this show, but they'd at least make a point to do or not do certain things if a character hated or disliked a character.

*I believe a certain dispatcher even did a whole big speech about this on the very show you apparently watch. I didn't like the Glee part, because I don't like Glee after season one. But the rest of it was good.

[pigeonstab]

Random question for your college au, can the gang see ghosts/spirits?

Actually this is interesting because it allows me to talk about a few people in the cast lol, the thing is in College au most spirits chose whether to show themselves to people or not, though for people like Nightmare for example, who's lived a while and is very powerful mist spirits are visible no matter what. Fae ar like that, they show themselves only to those they want, Dream and Ink are kind of buddies with some fae which... Nightmare isn't too fond of, it's made worse because it makes Ink, (who Nightmare's pretty sure is a god, he reveres him as such, tries to be very polite) even more off-putting to him than before lol Nightmare suffers when Ink's around.

Butttt there's also one guyyy, and that's reaper, who in College au is literally just death. He's a kind spirit, though he does beef with vampires somewhat, as he feels they've cheated him, the older the vampire the more he feels the need to be annoying with them. He doesn't take any actual offense to Vampire's lives but he does like to tease, Nightmare being 2000+ years old he is scared to shit of Reaper, anytime Reaper comes by Nightmare is shitting his pants, Reaper actually finds this very fun and is often just there to tease him. Tough he's come to enjoy Nightmare's company, it's not often that Death has someone stay a constant for so long

hi design is taken from Mari Lwyd, which is Welsh from what I understand, the Mari Lywd is a horse skull on a pole that's hidden by its cloak, and she's generally mischevious, frightening children and adults. It's a winter time tradition with a group including a leader who's holding the pole go around houses and try to be let in with songs, if you want more info you can find some here

But yeah! Spirits like what we call 'ghosts' are more often than not apparitions of dead loved ones, what they're born from is unknown, whether from the subconscious of those alive to miss them or from a need to guide, fulfill a duty..

[glittersums]

When the brainworms are so severe you listen to one good song then boom you wrote a whole AU idea, drew a poster for it, and watched the whole animatic of it in your head.

Additional little drawing: "The aftermath"

Under there I talk about the AU (lots of words):

It's an AU that might be a bit silly/cheesy or whatever it's just fun if you just read it lightly like a fairytale lmao so

They are in different cities, so they don't know each other. Stan&Kenny are at Colorado while Kyle&Cartman are at New Jersey.

Stan finds a battered up rose thrown in an alley next to the flower shop Kenny's working in to get some pocket money.

He absentmindedly picks it up, then does what most people do when they see a rose, he checks if it smells.

Then the rose suddenly disappears and instead there is another boy in front of him. (Rose changes form into Kyle)

Kyle is panicked and frantic and feels he's being attacked (due to reasons I will specify later)

So without thinking he shoves Stan to one of the walls of the alley, Stan shoves back on instinct and when Kyle's about to throw a punch he recognizes that Stan isn't the person Kyle assumed. He does a double take, he pauses and his fist falters.

In that instance Stan takes in how Kyle looks. His beaten up form, split lips, bloody nose, bruises, scraped fists, utterly terrified and outraged look in his eyes. (Like the battered up rose from before)

After a while of doing nothing they calm down. Kyle does an awkward nod and steps out of the alley.

After he's out of sight Stan puts a hand to his chest bc he was, well, pretty scared.

When he steps out of the alley as well he finds Kyle passed out from relief and exhaustion just a step in.

Feeling sympathy for Kyle, Stan decides to take him home, put him in his bed and nurse him back to health. (Very sensible very cautious decision. He most likely was reminded of stray animals he took care of.)

When Kyle regains consciousness he's scared as hell again, then Stan explains the situation. Though Kyle doesn't say much in return. (He himself doesn't clearly understand his predicament, and it's kinda a sore subject, but before all he can't talk about the curse in true fairytale fashion)

Like he suddenly finds himself in a city he doesn't know, with no money so that he can go back home. He's at a loss, doesn't know what to do. However those feelings quickly let way to rage. So he doesn't accept Stan's offer to just get him a bus to take when Kyle says that he's supposed to be in New Jersey. Kyle wants to take his time for once to plot the perfect revenge, so he doesn't contact his parents as well bc he knows they'd come right away. He also feels indebted to Stan somehow, and he seems to want him around. (Stan is just curious lmao)

So for a while Kyle stays at Stan's, secretly because they just can't explains this to his parents. So while everything is unfamiliar, Stan becomes something Kyle can factor as a constant. In the mean time they spend time together, get used to each other, play around joke around, the cute stuff.

At some point they realize they've grown fond of each other, some sort of infatuation. (Sorry this is the obligatory falling in love part of the story)

One day they're taking shelter from the rain, bc they were out too late. It's dark and the shops are closed.

While they're just staring outside waiting for the rain to stop, the conversation steers a bit to a direction that sets Kyle on alarm, like one of them are going to confess to something.

Panicked, he pushes Stan towards a wall again bc he knows there is romantic tension, and Kyle wants to dissipate that since he's scared of his feelings.

Before Stan can react, he raises his fist, not to actually hit, but then loosens his grip when he thinks he sees a hint of betrayal and fear in Stan's eyes. He knows Stan wouldn't want to hurt him. Stan sees his eyes getting teary and sad sad expression as Kyle lowers his fist. (As the implications of Kyle's curse really registers in his mind.)

Kyle then gives in to whatever's built up between them, tells Stan something vague like "Want to know what actually happened?" to avoid the curse, and kisses him instead.

The instant he does he disappears.

Stan opens his eyes back tentatively after not felling or hearing or sensing Kyle at all. Feels confused when he can't see him either. No footsteps to indicate he ran away. He puts a hand to his racing heart as he looks around to find Kyle, calling out to him when he snaps out of the shock.

And when he looks down,

The rose.

The same broken rose stem, but in a way better condition than it was before.

So the tea is that,

Kyle, with his spectacular luck on his love life, gets cursed.

Like he was just living his normal life, then someone unjustifiably gets pissed off at him or maybe he was just caught in the crossfire of something that wasn't even about him.

Regardless someone curses him to turn into a rose whenever someone kisses him.

And y'know how the spells are all about "whatever you state in words" the only condition really for it to work is the contact to the lips. With or without love it doesn't matter. Bc it wasn't specified in the incantation.

So it kinda diverges itself from the classic fairytale narrative.

Trigger warning for this part? Might make you uncomfortable.

What really sets everything off is that Cartman hears the rumors about it and of course makes it all the more Kyle's problem.

So he tries to activate it just to mess with him. Tries to close up and of course Kyle resists, he understands what Cartman's trying to do.

But Cartman is way bigger in size and fights smart when he really wants to so Kyle still can't do much in the long run when he gets cornered. But until then he does a great fight. They do one hell of a tussle and Kyle justifiably beats the shit out of Cartman. But in true south park fashion Cartman is the one who gets what he wants first.

He turns Kyle into a rose then puts him to one of the trucks that transports flowers to some other flower shop. And since the rose is all beaten up (bc Kyle's original body was) the rose is kinda thrown away haphazardly (ik that's probably not what they do sorry flower shop owners) and that's how Stan finds it.

Kyle thought that Cartman turned him back human just to mess him up further when he first came to be so that's why he attacked Stan, all enraged and stuff

So at the very end, Stan understands that the rose is somehow linked to Kyle, he takes the stem and like starts to frantically search for ways to keep it alive as long as possible until he figures out how to turn him back. Bc before all this all he know about flowers was that when you receive a bouquet you put them in a vase of water until they wilt then you throw them out.

And Kyle can't die.

So he plants the rose into a filled pot hoping it will be enough. Makes sure to water it and whatever else.

He looks through sources to learn how to keep him alive, I guess roses could grow roots from the stem it'd be ok?? But flowers are fickle, as far as Stan knows they wilt damn easily if that doesn't happen.

I guess there is some subject of mortality here. Stan feels paranoid whenever he sees wilted flowers unrelated to Kyle. If he could he would carry the pot around everywhere. People around him wonders why he's got a rose in a pot suddenly and why he's so damn overprotective of it. But Kyle can't die.

So days go by like this. Stan does his best to keep Kyle alive and thankfully he doesn't wilt away.

But that's all what's left for Stan. He can only wait for Kyle to come back.

Bc he knows the rose is Kyle but still can't be sure what makes him switch. Since when he smelled the rose he didn't realize his lips were also touching it. He tries to find commonalities but not much comes up.

At some point he wonders if he's made it up all on his mind. There isn't much to prove Kyle's real existence anyways. Or maybe he's scared of what will happen when Kyle comes back. Maybe he will just leave without anything. All kinds of cynical thoughts begin to form, but there still is a part of him that trusts Kyle, so he keeps on.

I'm not sure if Kyle dies in flower form or that Stan figures it out and turns him back.

But if he does, there's now a new time difference between them. Stan already invested so much of his time into Kyle while Kyle was just in a limbo, the whole thing is like a time leap for him. So when Kyle first returns to human form, he'd be tentatively hopeful but Stan is just endlessly relieved but so tired. His mind already tired him thinking that it'd be easier for Kyle to let go and go back to how things have been without Stan, like it's just a one time thing for him.

So maybe for that moment to never come, Stan might wish things to stay that way, but he immediately dismisses the thought as soon as it came, an intrusive thought, he knows he doesn't mean it. Just in a sad and lonely mood.

And it feels like something is unresolved? Like his life as well took a pause the moment Kyle kissed him and disappeared. Something unfinished just keeps him stuck to the rose's side.

Y'all this is not normal. The amount of stuff I wrote for this silly thing. If this doesn't make sense at all, alas, we ball.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Relationship List With Matt Rempe

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Matt isn't usually very affectionate or emotionally expressive. He is rather stoic and has a hard time dealing with his own emotions. He shows his affection through physical gestures like pats on the back or roughhousing. He tends to be rather possessive of those he cares about.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

Matt is usually the first to approach someone who piques his interest. He tends to be rather straightforward and doesn't hesitate to go after what he wants. He is also rather blunt and tends to speak before he thinks, so the relationship might start with an unexpected and unfiltered interaction. Although he might come off as arrogant and cocky at first, he is rather self-assured and confident.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Matt does enjoy cuddling, although he seldom initiates it. He typically prefers to be the one being cuddled and held. He likes to have his partner wrapped around him, feeling the closeness and warmth of your body against his. He often wraps his arms around you tightly, holding you close and nuzzling into your neck. He finds a sense of comfort and security in cuddling.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Matt has never really thought about settling down before. He is focused on his hockey career and isn't sure what he wants for the future. However, deep down, he longs for someone to support him through it all. As for his domestic skills, he isn't exactly a master chef, but he knows how to make simple meals. He is rather clean and organized but lacks the finer domestic skills necessary to run a household.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Matt is not good at dealing with emotional situations and often avoids confrontation, especially when it comes to relationships. If he had to break up with his partner, he would most likely do it quickly and abruptly, not wanting to deal with the emotions and discomfort that would come with a prolonged breakup. He might even avoid a face-to-face conversation and do it over text or call instead. He struggles with expressing his feelings and his emotions, so it would be a rather cold and detached breakup.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Matt has never really considered marriage before. Commitment scares him a bit, given his intense focus on his hockey career. However, deep down, he does have a romantic side and dreams of finding someone to spend his life with. If he were to get engaged, he would not rush into it. He would need time to make sure it's the right decision and that it wouldn't interfere with his career. He might even need some convincing and reassurance before taking the plunge.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Matt is not particularly gentle, either physically or emotionally. He tends to be a bit rough around the edges, his large and muscular frame often giving the impression of a brutish thug. However, he does have a softer side that can emerge when he lets his guard down or is with someone he trusts. He can be tender and gentle, especially when it comes to protecting those he cares about. Despite his intimidating appearance, he can also be surprisingly caring and considerate.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Matt might not seem like the hugging type at first, but he does enjoy receiving them, especially if they come from someone he cares about. He tends to give tight and firm hugs, pulling his partner in close and wrapping his arms around them in a protective embrace. He also enjoys those lingering, extended hugs, the kind where time seems to stand still, and he feels the warmth of your body against his.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Matt is not one to say 'I love you' lightly or hastily. He struggles with expressing his emotions, and those three little words hold a lot of weight for him. He would only say it if he truly meant it, and even then, he might struggle to get the words out. It would take a lot of time and effort to earn his trust and make him feel safe enough to express his feelings openly. Matt values actions over words, and he would show his love through his deeds and his unwavering support rather than saying it outright.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Matt is fairly possessive and protective of those he cares about, which can sometimes lead to him feeling jealous. He tends to get easily irritated when he sees you talking to or being close to another person, especially someone he perceives as a potential threat. If he gets jealous, he might try to assert his claim on you by being more affectionate or clingy. He may also become more possessive and may even exhibit some aggressive behaviors to signal to potential rivals that you are off-limits.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Matt's kisses are intense and passionate, as if he were pouring all of his emotions into them. He loves deep kisses, where he can feel the heat and the closeness between you. He isn't particularly picky about where he kisses you, but he does have a few favorite spots. His favorite is probably your neck, where he can leave a trail of soft kisses and occasionally nibble on the skin, trying to find that sweet spot that makes you shiver. He also loves kissing your forehead, the gesture tender yet protective at the same time.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Matt is not particularly comfortable around children, especially young ones. His intimidating appearance and intense demeanor tend to make him feel out of place in situations involving them. However, if he spends enough time with them and warms up to them, he might show a softer side. He can be surprisingly good with animals, though. He has a natural way with them, and they seem to respond well to his gentle, yet firm demeanor.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

In the mornings, Matt is not a morning person. He usually wakes up with a groggy, grumpy expression on his face. He needs some time to wake up and get going, and if you try to interact with him too much, he might just grunt at you and glare back. Once he's fully awake, he starts to soften up a bit, and he becomes somewhat more communicative. He enjoys quiet mornings with your presence, even if he doesn't exactly show it.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Matt is a bit more lively and easygoing at night. He usually goes to sleep late, staying up to watch movies or read books. He also enjoys nighttime activities, like taking a walk outside, or having a late-night drive. Once he's in bed, he likes to have you close to him, wrapping his arms around you protectively. He often has trouble falling asleep but finds comfort in having you there, knowing you're safe and sound by his side.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Matt tends to be pretty closed off and guarded when it comes to revealing things about himself. It takes him a while to trust someone enough to open up. In the beginning, he might only share small tidbits or superficial details about his life, while keeping the more personal and painful things hidden. However, as the relationship progresses and he feels comfortable and secure with you, he might start to open up gradually, revealing more and more about his past, insecurities, and feelings.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Matt has a relatively short fuse, and he tends to get easily irritated and angry. He can be quite impatient and often has a hard time controlling his temper, especially when things don't go his way. When he gets angry, he can become quite aggressive and might lash out with harsh words or even physical outbursts. He has a hard time being patient and controlling his emotions, and he often has to take some time to cool off before he can have a rational conversation.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Matt is surprisingly observant and has a good memory when it comes to things that are important to him. He tends to remember small details and tidbits about you, like your favorite food or your favorite color, or things you mentioned offhand. However, when it comes to mundane or trivial things, he might not remember them as clearly. He tends to focus on the things he finds interesting and meaningful, and he will remember those details with a surprising level of accuracy.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Matt's favorite moment in the relationship is when the two of you are alone together, cuddling in bed. There is something about the closeness and intimacy of those moments that make him feel at peace and at ease. He loves the feeling of your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, or the way your fingers feel as you run them through his hair. He cherishes those quiet moments with you, where it feels like the rest of the world fades away and it's just the two of you in your own little bubble.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Matt is fiercely protective and quite possessive of those he cares about, and that includes you. He tends to be on high alert, constantly scanning his surroundings for any potential threats. He doesn't like seeing you in danger or feeling unsafe, and he will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means putting himself in harm's way. As for how he likes to be protected, deep down, he craves comfort and reassurance, even if he doesn't readily admit it. He appreciates when you look out for him and show him support, especially in moments of weakness or uncertainty.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

In the beginning of the relationship, Matt might be a bit more enthusiastic and put more effort into special occasions like dates and anniversaries. He would want to impress you and show you that he cares. As the relationship progresses though, he might tend to get more comfortable, and the effort he puts in might decrease. However, he still cares about you and wants to make you happy, so he would try to show his affection in other ways, like getting little surprises or doing thoughtful deeds. Generally, he would put in enough effort to let you know he cares, but it might not always be extravagant or grand gestures.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Matt has a few bad habits, one of which is his tendency to bottle up his emotions. He has a hard time expressing his feelings and often keeps things to himself, which can lead to misunderstandings and conflicts. Additionally, he can be quite stubborn and has a hard time admitting when he's wrong. He can be quite competitive, which can sometimes lead to him being arrogant or aggressive.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

While Matt does take care of his appearance and likes to look good, he doesn't tend to be particularly vain. He doesn't obsess over his looks or spend hours in front of the mirror, and he is confident in his own skin. He might make sure his hair is tidy and his clothes are neat, but he doesn't necessarily put a lot of effort into it. As far as your looks are concerned, he is more concerned about your happiness and well-being than your outward appearance. He might occasionally compliment your looks, but it's not something that consumes him.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Matt had never given much thought to the concept of being incomplete without someone until he met you. It's something he has trouble admitting to himself, but deep down, he has a nagging feeling that he would feel incomplete without you in his life. Despite his stoicism and tough guy exterior, he has grown to rely on you for comfort and stability, and the thought of losing you would be unbearable for him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Matt has a secret weakness for cutesy, adorable things, despite his rough and tough exterior. He might try to hide it, but he can't help but secretly find a sense of comfort and joy when he encounters something cute, like a small puppy or a baby animal. And if he ever comes across a video of a kitten playing with a toy, well, he might just secretly melt a little inside, even if he would vehemently deny it if asked.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Matt has a few things he really doesn't like. He isn't a fan of overly cutesy or needy behavior, and if you're too clingy or overly emotional, it tends to drive him away. He can also be put off by people who are pretentious or full of themselves. He also has a low tolerance for people who make insensitive or bigoted remarks, especially towards those he cares about. He also dislikes people who are fake or two-faced, and if someone seems disingenuous or untrustworthy, he will immediately distance himself from them.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Matt is a bit of a restless sleeper. He tends to toss and turn a lot, and it's difficult for him to find a comfortable position. He also has a habit of talking in his sleep, mumbling words and phrases that are indecipherable to anyone but himself. When he sleeps next to you, he tends to settle down a bit, finding comfort in your presence. He still might move around a bit, but he usually doesn't talk in his sleep as much when you're there.

[ponyosfrogg]

IN-BETWEEN (PT 5)

Summary: Truths are like shadows, cannot stay hidden forever and they always find their way into the light.

Pairing: Tim Drake x Female Wayne! Reader.

Author's note: This one is such a delicious chapter. 😋 please lmk what you think abt it darlings 💗

Warning: Some of the themes and contents written in this fic might be upsetting for some of the readers, read at your own risk. Some parts have strong language.

The first time you had read about Tim drake was almost eight years ago. You were younger and sure that the only love you could find was the one that is written. You had been curled up on your bed, your old, worn out comic book on your lap. The window was open so you could hear the busy street while you were changing pages quickly.

And then you had seen him.

He was charming like his other brothers but also so different from them. He was witty, clever and addicted to coffee just like you were at that time. you found yourself while reading him and quickly he became your favorite character.

It was the age that you couldn't quite put a line between what's fictional but it was also the age where everything seems possible so crushing over a fictional character was working for you.

It was weird to have this kind of connection towards a fragment of someone else's imagination yet it was also nice.

Now it was quite weird to think that Tim was sitting next to you inside of a Taxi on your way back to the Wayne Manor. you could reach and touch him if you'd like because he was that close.

None of you were speaking so it was a quiet ride so far. you could feel that his eyes were wandering over you and you were too scared to meet his gaze.

The pendant wasn't glowing anymore at least so that was a win. after his question you guys left the old warehouse and he called someone for a taxi to get you guys to manor.

He had many things to think about also. He knew that something was different when you lost your memory and like he thought before everything seemed so synched like some had written this but you proved him right when you threw those knives to someone hiding behind the barrel. It was almost impossible to see that guy from you guys position and he was also right behind you for the whole time so he would've seen him too. and there was no one better than him when it comes to tracking people so he was sure that if you'd seen him before hiding behind that barrel he would have seen him too. It wasn't just a lucky guess, no. It was more than that and he could feel that. His rational side was trying to come up with answers yet failing multiple times. You knew that the Red Hood was Jason and it was almost impossible if you'd have actually lost your memory because it's been only two days and they decided to hide this whole vigilante thing from you until you feel better.

His eyes were wandering over your body. The necklace also had a distinct design. when he grabbed and pulled you back from the warehouse he has seen that it was glowing like something, magical? He has never seen that necklace before on you or in your room. So now he was wondering who were you. You couldn't be Viperia, no. Your behavior and your movements were completely opposite of her so called adoptive sister. You were clumsier. the closest you get the viperia was when you were throwing knives to that man which was a complete different story on its own.

Most of his family would assume that he loved mystery but in reality he hated it so much that he felt the need to solve everything he cames across with. It was his curse at least most of the nights he would think this way.

He couldn't risk calling a random taxi considering every adoptive children of Bruce Wayne was well-known. Gotham was a dark and a twisted city so he could never trust some random people to take him home. The taxi driver had a deal with them, when the were in need for a drive the Wayne's would call him. of course most of the time they were driving but every now and then they need a ride.

like he predicted earlier, the storm arrived to the city. There was droplets on his side of the window making lots of calming noise and blurring the outlines of the city. They were taking the old road to go to the manor since the traffic was hell most of the time which meant there wasn't any soul on the road.

Thank god this driver wasn't as chatty as the one before. He wasn't asking questions or acting like a fan over them. he was simply driving without talking which made Tim more comfortable. Not that he was a shy person but because he wasn't feeling like talking at all.

After half an hour, both of you were standing right in front of the manor. when Tim was paying to the taxi driver you let yourself out of the little yellow car and started to walk towards the manor with a fast pace.

Yes you were avoiding any kind of confrontation between two of you and you also felt like today was at least a year long. you needed to rest and maybe gathering your thoughts. it was already dangerous enough for him to assume you got your memory back but he also seen that you knew where the sniper was hiding. you didn't know how to explain this to him so up till that moment you were going to avoid any kind of interaction with him. when you've reached in front of the big dark wood door you felt a hand on your shoulder. you didn't even hear him running behind you. Tim was good, maybe too good for his own good.

"It's not very lady-like to avoid a person, princess." you turned around to face him and saw his humorless smirk right in front of you. because of the movement your bodies were quite close and you could feel the warmness that radiates from his body.

At least he was still quite cocky, considering he was this close to find out your origins and that you're a fraud.

Your breath hitched while you were looking at his beautiful face. Every fan-fiction you've read so far came into your mind like a destructive hurricane and made you blush even more now.

"You owe me answers you know that right?" He was staring right into your eyes like he could see your soul and read into it. you were actually afraid that he might do that.

He was losing his composure. Although everything you've been through together like an hour ago, he seemed to forget all about it. He was lost in your eyes, lost in your beauty, your scent and almost every other thing that he could list. The rain was pouring, there was lightning and for some brief seconds because of the sudden light he could see or feel that you wanted him as well. but it was for seconds so he wasn't sure either.

your breaths mixing together as both of your heart beats go faster. There wasn't any talking yet you felt like you already told him so much. It was a connection that was impossible to break. You feel yourself getting closer to him, as he did the same thing as well. His warm minty breath was on your nose and mouth made you shiver down your spine. You saw him getting closer to your face, he leaned over to your face, his lips almost touching yours.

The dark brown wooden door opened at that moment, made both of you jump in your places. The connection was broken yet there was a tension you could almost touch and see.

Behind the big door you saw the angry face of Damian. His dark green eyes squinted with doubt. you could see the lines between his eyebrows right on his forehead.

"She already lost her memory because of you and now you decided to make her sick too? You are the dumbest person I know, Drake." He spoke between his teeth while he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. You were literally soaking because of that brief moment outside of the door. the droplets were falling onto the ground while you shivered with cold and goosebumps because of the almost kiss moment.

You looked at Tim's face. He could've easily exposed you right here right now yet he decided to shake his head and his stare wandered between you and Damian. "We went out to get some fresh air, I didn't know it was gonna rain Devil. Do I look like a fucking magician or something?" He said while he entered the manor and closed the door behind him. Of course these words only made Damian angrier. But Tim looked like he couldn't care less. He took off his coat while he started to walk towards the stairs.

Damian was talking angrily and Tim seemed like he couldn't care less but before he disappeared from your sight, you saw him looking into your eyes that almost made you feel like this wasn't over.

After taking a hot shower and drying yourself you threw yourself on your bed. Damian was busy typing something on his laptop while his dog Titus was alongside him. You were trying your best to not talk with him since he was your so-called twin and you didn't feel like dying considering he's one of the most dangerous assassins in the whole DCU.

"I feel tired." You mumbled while you closed your eyes. It has been only two days for now but you already felt like it's been years since you took a good night's sleep. and it was partially true since whenever you slept, you were changing universes without getting any rest. But Zatanna gave you that necklace after you told her about your travelling so maybe that might keep you right here.

After an hour you were sleeping on top of your bed peacefully. Damian was still busy on his computer but almost finished. He was preparing some kind of document to send Bruce. He stretched tiredly as he took a look at your side of the room. Your breathing was calm but you seemed like you were feeling cold so he got out of his bed and carefully put his laptop aside while he walked towards you.

he grabbed the blanket that was sitting aside for a while now and carefully tucked you in as you didn't even flinch. It was weird for him to have you so vulnerable. Normally, since both of you trained in Nanda Parbat, you would wake up from even the slightest sound and now you were sleeping when he was making sure the blanket covers your cold body completely.

He leaned over and kissed your forehead as you shifted your position, almost humming in your sleep. He smiled at himself while he was watching your peaceful face. He could kill everyone that has the slightest chance to make you sad without even blinking, hell he could even sacrifice his life to make sure that you live maybe ten seconds more than him. It was killing him when you looked at him as if he was a stranger, it was killing him when he wasn't spending time with you as often as you guys were used to. He loved you, more than anything and everything.

As he was in his thoughts the door opened without knocking and Dick's face appeared from the little space between the door frame and the door.

"I hope I'm not disturbing Dami, but we're meeting downstairs and it's kind of urgent."  Without saying anything else he left the door open and walked away.

Seconds later when Damian reached downstairs he saw Jason pacing anxiously while Tim was sitting on the big comfortable couch with his arms crossed. Dick was right in front of him but he was standing, not moving.

Jason's eyes met with Dick and Damian. Dick took his place near the Tim while Damian preferred to sit on the coffee table to be able to see three of them. There wasn't any sound nor light beside the woods burning in their fireplace and a little droplets of rain on their big window right in front of them. The room was almost dark and the poor fireplace wasn't strong enough to light the whole room.

"Today I went over to the Harbor to make some arrangements with the Penguins men." Jason started to talk while all of the sons of Batman started to listen.

"Someone interfered with the meeting and me and Roy had to kill them."

Damian yawned while his unimpressed eyes stared at Jason. "Yeah, this is like the most fucking normal thing ever but, keep going Jay."

Jason takes a look at Damian's side before sighing. "It was someone outside of the meeting and they killed a sniper that was ready to take down me or Roy." Still these words didn't make them wonder anything at all. It was Gotham after all, and it wasn't the first time they've encountered snipers probably wasn't going to be last either. "What do you want us to say? Good job Jayjay?" This time it was Dick's turn to mock Jason yet Jason made sure he wasn't losing his composure over these stupid comments.

"No but I wonder..." Behind himself he grabbed the knife and took it out to show his brothers. "...which one of you dickheads tried to interfere with my business."

Now there was silence in the living room. Everyone stared at the knife knowing it was one of Alfred's knives to cut the meat while he was cooking.

Tim felt anxious. They forgot the knife yet he thought he couldn't even get it if he wanted since that would be risking Jason knowing Tim was there. Now he had two options he could either own up the whole story and told them it was him who interfered or he could say that you were the one who threw them. But he didn't want your cover to blow up before he gets some truthful answers out of your beautiful mouth.

"It was me." Tim tried to say calmly. But he forgot one point.

"Weren't you with her all night?" Damian spoke doubtfully while he stood up from the poor coffee table he was tormenting. All looks were on Tim now and if he couldn't find a good answer he was going to fuck up and he knew that. "Yes I was, We took a walk around the beach then he wanted to go over the Harbor. I thought Jason already met with them so I agreed. When we were wandering around I saw a man lurking around the warehouse and I investigated him which made me found out he was a sniper so killed him when he aimed for Jason."

Lies, lies, lies..

But everyone seemed convinced enough to say anything.

"You go around with a fucking kitchen knife Timbo."

Before he could say anything else, his mind completely blanked yet he managed to mumble a few things.

The next few hours were blurry. He managed to dodge every question they were asking and the conversation got over with Jason thanking Tim for saving his life. Tim didn't feel guilty for lying to those people he called brother but he felt guilty because he didn't really know why he was lying. You might have got your memory back and that would make all of them happy yet he thought he should keep this to himself. Now all of them were talking about normal stuff like they're a normal functional family and spending time together.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Dick's talking.

"I was thinking about inviting Ashton over for breakfast tomorrow."

He felt that every cell on his body was burning when he heard that name. Ashton fucking Reyes. His father was a rich, corrupted, congressman so he was going to the same private school with you. He was your and Damian's classmate. Tim often saw you and him in the hall of the school talking and laughing. He was the ideal boyfriend. The captain of their football team, straight A student and wild spirit. He was travelling around the world most of the time, almost every chance he gets. Tim never bothered himself to actually learn his name until recently since he was sure that Ashton would leave your life once he meets with Damian or Dick. The protective goofballs. Yet, they were getting along which was quite weird considering the only person Damian gets along is himself.

"Why?" Damian asked.

"Because my friend said it would be good for her to see someone who is not involved in our vigilante drama. We have been playing hide and seek for two days now, hiding and going to the patrolling. I think a company would be good for her."

Tim left out a laugh before he could even say anything and spoke again.

"That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard. They are not even romantically involved. If you want to invite her friends over maybe consider someone we can slightly lean on like Jon or Bart."

Jason left out an approving hum while he was thinking.

"Yes I don't like the idea of leaving our little bird in the hands of that boy." Jason agreeing with Tim was not often considering Tim was adopted after Jason. Even if they never spoke about that, Tim always felt like a replacement for his legacy  considering he was nothing like Jason. Yet, he was a good man, a good brother to be exact. Even though they weren't getting along that often.

Weird thing was Damian agreeing with Dick. Even though they were the oldest and the youngest they were usually against each other's ideas. Especially about you. Dick was kind of a brother that is open to anything. You wanted to travel on the other side of the world for the platonic love of your life? Sure, Dick was your guy. He was a big fan of love affairs that his siblings had so whatever decision you made you would know that Dick would approve. Damian, on the other hand, was such a pain in the ass. He would question everything. He would think that not everyone is worthy for Wayne family in terms of romance and of course for him romance was a bullshit. He thought that being a vigilante meant you shouldn't have any other connections than the one's that you could trust with. Those would include family, at some point of course, and your friends. So seeing them agreeing on Ashton was weird and very suspicious.

"She liked him so maybe that would help her to gain her memories back. Also he's one of the most normal person on this earth I don't think we have anything to worry about."

Dick said with a big smile. For him everything was nice and good, which was weird to his brothers. Tim didn't say anything else and they moved on to the next topic quickly. He was too busy with his own thoughts to pay attention on what they were talking. He was trying to be rational and was trying to understand what made him hate that Ashton so much.  It wasn't like you and him were anything. He tried to rationalize his behavior by thinking that he's just curious about your secrets and if Ashton would come tomorrow he wouldn't talk with you alone. It wasn't a good reason but it was enough to put his mind onto ease.

Next morning when you wake up you directly went over to the kitchen since you could smell the beautiful pastries Alfred was making for breakfast. You got a good sleep and you were happy that you didn't change universes like you did before. Damian wasn't in the room with you but you weren't sure if he woke up earlier or just didn't sleep at all.

When you arrived at the kitchen you saw Alfred had already prepared the breakfast table. He was serving tea while Tim was sitting and checking his laptop. He seemed  too busy to notice your presence but Alfred looked up and smiled as he has seen you.

"Good morning Alfred, the table looks very delicious thank you!"

you said happily when you grabbed an empty chair and sat while he started to talk about how good it was to see you again and how everything was going. A little talk formed between the two of you. Tim acted like he wasn't hearing anything and focused on his laptop without even breathing.

"Where are the others?"

You asked while you were taking a sip from the tea that he had prepared. It was a delicious green tea which was your favorite.

"Master Dick and master Damian decided to leave early today saying that they had some things to take care of in Wayne Enterprises. Master Jason is still sleeping."

You nod while you took a bite. It wouldn't be a good comic series if they were always in the house. You were glad that you didn't have to actually speak to a lot of people but you wished Tim was sleeping or outside since you knew that there was going to be a confrontation today for sure.

The door's bell made you slip through your thoughts and you turned around towards the door while Alfred went over to see who was it.

"Miss Wayne, your friend Ashton is here to join us today." Alfred announced while a boy walked into the kitchen.

He had brown eyes and a big smile on his face. His blond curls were all over his face and his shoulder. He came directly towards you and without leaving you any time to react he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug tightly. You couldn't help but leave a shocked scream while he spinned you around.

"Gosh, I've missed you a lot! I can't believe you didn't text me that you lost your memory!"

When he let you go to your chair he sat right next to you and smiled even brighter. It was awkward.

"If she could remember to text you, there wouldn't be a problem dumb-ass." Tim replied without taking his eyes out of the screen but you could sense that he was rolling his eyes.

"Oh—I didn't see you there, Timian! You are her older brother, right? The one that is always glued to his laptop on family galas! I couldn't even remember you."

Ashton leaned back on his chair innocently. Who the fuck was this guy. you didn't remember reading about him which meant he was just a side character.

Tim answered flatly while he stopped looking at the screen and his gaze met with your shocked one.

"It's Tim Drake. and we're adoptive. Not related."

You could feel the harsh tension between them but you felt like if you'd have said something you would only make things worse.

"Right, right—adoptive. My bad. Must be hard sharing her attention with all these...men."

You opened your mouth to say something but Tim sent you a horrible look that made you close your mouth really fast. Ashton still had a smirk on his face. Tim's eyes met with Ashton's and his look was as sharp as a knife.

"Funny. Why are you here then? Daddy's money not buying enough friends to keep you occupied?"

Ashton laughed loudly. Almost too loud to make Jason wake up maybe. He turned over at you and got closer to your ear while  tucking your hair behind your eyes. Tim's burning gaze was on him yet he didn't seem like he cared at all.

"He's adorable when he's jealous don't you think? You ever considered getting him a collar maybe?" His lips were touching your ear while he spoke. The warm breath gave you goosebumps but not in a good way at all. Before pulling himself he kissed your cheek and he took his damn time. You moved on your chair feeling uncomfortable.

When you heard a chair screeching your eyes met with Tim's again. He was standing now, with an angry look in his fave. you could see the vein on his forehead. he never seemed hotter.

"Careful Reyes, It would break me to see your beautiful face covered of the blood that's coming out of your broken nose, don't you think?"

Now Ashton was standing too. You felt like you had to do something but thank god Alfred came in with a pot of tea.

"Masters, I don't think this is an appropriate way to act in front of someone you both deeply care about."

Both of them murmured something like sorry then sat again. Tim was still glancing over Ashton while Ashton's eyes were on your face, looking at you. hoping that you would look at him.

While Alfred refreshing our tea's Ashton was playing with my hair. Jesus, this man was just too much. It was uncomfortable for me since I met him like half an hour ago.  My eyes met with Tim's again. His gaze was focused on me and I could see that he was clenching his fists under the table. He seemed like he was calculating something. After the pot was empty he grabbed the newspaper and said he was going to be in the living room if we needed him. Tim didn't even look at Alfred while he nod. It started to get scary and I felt like if I didn't find an excuse to make this man leave, Tim was going to kill him.

The kitchen felt claustrophobic after Alfred left, the air thick with unspoken things. Ashton’s fingers trailed lazily through your hair, his touch too intimate, too weird. You stiffened, your eyes darting to Tim, who sat next to the table, his knuckles bone-white around the edge of his long-abandoned laptop. His gaze burned into you, sharp and unrelenting, as if he could peel back every lie you’d stitched together since arriving in this world.

"I've read somewhere that a familar touch could jog memories. Maybe we shoul try it, hm?"

Your stomach dropped. Familiar touch? You barely knew this man—this stranger with his too-bright smile and wandering hands and of course an annoying personality. Your eyes flicked to Tim again, desperate for an ally, but he was like a statue, his jaw clenched so tightly you could see the muscle twitching beneath his skin. "What?"

"I said some doctor's says that someone familiar's touch can make the amneasia patients remember things. Like a kiss."

His thumb brushed your wrist, he was possessive. “I think we should try it since you only have your brothers around. And it’s not like something we didn’t do before.”

Wait. Did you hear it correctly? When you looked over Tim, you saw he was as puzzled as you were. Panic clawed up your throat. 'We’d kissed before?' The thought revolted you. Tim’s chair screeched as he shifted, his voice slicing through the room like a blade. “You’re out of your damn mind, Reyes.”

But Ashton didn’t hear him—or didn’t care. His hand slid to your waist, yanking you onto his lap with a laugh that rang hollow in the too-quiet kitchen. Your fingers gripped the table’s edge, the wood biting into your palms. His lips crashed into yours, cold and insistent, all teeth and clumsy pressure. It felt wrong—so wrong—your body froze in disgust as his grip tightened, fingernails digging into your hip. He was a terrible kisser to say at least.

You jerked back, gasping, your mouth tingling with the sting of Ashton’s bitter kiss. His smirk widened, oblivious to the storm brewing across the room. “See? Progress already. You look positively flushed sunshine."

Progress. The word made something twist in your gut. Without thinking, you shoved away from him, your voice trembling. “I think you should go.”

Ashton blinked, seemed hurt. “But we were just—”

Gosh, does every morning had to be this eventful in this fucking world.

“Now.” Tim’s command left no room for argument. He stood. Ashton looked over at you and nodded silently "Text me when you feel better. Sorry for making you uncomfortable."

Now you were feeling bad. Bullshit.

The door clicked shut. Silence swallowed the room, heavy and suffocating. Tim didn’t move, didn’t speak. His shoulders trembled faintly, his breath ragged, as if he were holding back a hurricane.

You fled to your room.

It was dumb to think that your room would protect you since minutes after Tim's dark silhouette appeared in your room. He was breathing from his nose and seemed very frightening.

"We need to talk."

You were standing right in front of your bed while you were searching for your phone. This Ashton thing made you realize that you had to act like a fucking detective if you'd like to deceive those around you. Nad finding her phone would be the first step. You tried to seem as busy as you can possibly be to maintain your coldness.

"No shit, can't you see I'm busy."

He stepped towards you and he was right behind you while you were making your bed mess. Where was this damn phone?

"I meant to talk about what happened last night. Because of you I had to lie to my brothers. Now it's a good time to tell me why are you acting like you have a fuxking amnesia."

Oh.

By talk he meant that talk.

you were hoping to avoid him until you find a lie that would fit your situation but now you were cornered in your room. Completely hopeless.

"I didn't get my memory back and it's a complicated long thing to explain, Tim."

You sighed as you grabbed your pillow and there it was, a phone.

You take the phone in your hands and tried to find the power button to open it. Without realizing you turned around. Still paying a little to none attention to him.

"Try me, I'm sure I can understand."

You rolled your eyes and you got frustrated as you failed to open the phone. It was peobably out of the battery so now you were searching for a charger.

You moved past Tim and opened your wardrobe to find it.

"You don't seem like you want to understand, you seem like youre interrogating me like you do with the bad guys."

You didn't realize the mistake you've made but he did. You knew he was a vigilante. And when you actually realize it was too late for you to take back what you've said so to change the topic you asked him.

"Do you know where my charger is?"

You put your hands on your waist as you scanned around the room with your eyes.

"Do I look like I know here your charger is?"

You rolled your eyes again.

"No, Timian. But a simple no would be enough as well."

When you tried to past over him, this time he grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

The nickname hung in the air like a lit fuse. Tim’s jaw tightened, one of his hand grabbing you, the other reached for a phone.

"Look at my face when I'm talking with you princess. Or do I need to suck your face as well to het your attention?"

His words were as sharp as the knives that you threw last night. He took your phone out of your hand and throw it on your bed without a second thought. He didn't even left you a chance to react.

You tried to free your wrist from his grip but  he didn't let you at all. He moved towards you as you started to back away and when your back met with the hardwood wardrobe you left a twitched breath.

"Are you that jealous Timian? Why would you care anyway. At least he's nice he let me go when I showed him I was uncomfortable. Now you're cornering me, in my own room?"

You could see that vein again on his forehead. He was already mad at himself for multiple things. For caring too much about what Ashton did to you, for getting jealous and for losing his control around you. and now you were making him much more mad by using that stupid name and implying that he was jealous.

"Please! That trust-fund clown does not even know how to kiss someone. He was just putting a show on display for me to see. He was sloppy you two seemed like the main characters of a dumb dental advertisement. It was just that bad."

He was trying to mask his anger by making some kind of mean comments yet he was failing because you could see the jealous energy coming out of his body. you've managed to free yourself from his grip and tried to escape but suddenly he put both of his hands on the wardrobe around you, trapping you while leaning over.

"I'm not done yet princess, It's not nice of you to walk away when I'm talking."

You were trembling. This was the moment that you were going to die, you were sure of it. He came closer and closer but moved past your face. Now his lips were closer to your neck and your ear. You could feel how warm his body was. His lips brushed the part that was under your ear. maybe one of the most sensitive part of you. without thinking you let out a little whimper hoping that he didn't you notice which was impossible considering his ear was next to your mouth.

"Did he make you shake like this? Did he make you burn?" Your hand tried to find something to hold on to, if you wouldn't you might actually pass out because of the attraction you felt. Your hands slowly wrapped around the arms around you on either side of you and your grip hardened with the excitement you felt. Your legs were about to turn into jellies and you could feel a familiar sensation growing between your legs. With the last power you have in your body, you speak.

"No, but I don't think you're doing better than him either."

Something snapped inside of him. maybe it was the last chains of control, maybe his rationality but he couldn't hold it back any longer. His lips crashed onto yours seconds later.

His kiss was different, different than anything you've had before. He was desperate yet full of anger, he was jealous but also mindful. You realized this wasn't just a kiss, this was a war. His teeth caught your lower lips, when his hands on both sides came around your body. he was exploring it. Moving it up and down; touching, feeling, gripping. His tongue was claiming yours vulgarly, he was raw.

When his hands found your back he wrapped them around you and pulled you to himself. your hands found his neck and you started to play with his hair.

When his hands moved a little bit down you gasped but he swallowed the sound immediately. He was kissing you like you were the last breath of fresh air he can ever get. You whimpered with all this rawness and emotions and was sure he didn't hear anything yet when he pressed you harder on the wardrobe you realized that he actually heard you.

He tasted like coffee and the tea that you guys drank earlier he was drowning your senses. All you could feel, all you could see was him. His hand slid down your side, rough and possessive, igniting a trail of fire beneath your skin, fingertips piercing. You arched into him, your body betraying you, craving the heat of his anger, the taste of his touch. He put your body weight onto you, you were stuck now. You needed more, so your hands start to move down. When you were near his back you grabbed him and pulled him even closer. Feeling him made you moan this time.

He broke the kiss but kept touching your lips while he said: "Are you still thinking that he's better?" You already forgot who he was talking about. your mind was blank and hazy. "Who?" He smirked darkly at your response. grabbed your upper lip with his teeth this time and pulled it to himself. "That's what i thought." You closed your eyes when you threw your head back with pleasure. "God, I hate you." It almost came out as a moan but you managed to keep your composure. You were sure that you looked like a mess: hair messy from all that friction with the wardrobe, trembling and shivering under his touch while blushing uncontrollably because of the pleasure. "You're a liar." He kissed you again, slower this time, like he wants to unravel every secret that you hold like an oath. His hand slipped into your hair, tilting your head back as his mouth mapped through your jaw, your throat, and your chest. at least the parts that your tank top left uncovered. You whimpered, your knees buckling, but he held you up effortlessly. You knew that he was strong but you never imagined he was that strong.

He slowly moved towards the bed with you on his lap. Holding you as close as it is possible. His weight pinned both of you on to the bed. You opened your legs to make it more comfortable for him but he started to move his hips. You were sure that you were losing your mind because that movement made you arch your back again which caused him to push his clothed crotch on you.

He was still kissing your neck you breathed heavily. He talked without pulling himself back, lips touching your neck.

"Tell me to stop."

"No..."

He groaned. His hips were grinding against yours in a rhythm that left you dizzy and a moaning mess. He had to put his hand on your mouth to make sure nobody's coming into your room to check up on you.

You were already so wet that you might actually feel the throbbing pain on your lower stomach. You tried to close your legs to make the pain a little less but he realized what you were doing and moved faster between your legs.

He knew what he was doing, hell, he could make you cum with this grinding right here, right now.

"Please." You begged. Not knowing what you want from him, to keep going or to stop. It was just too much. He looked at your eyes deeply.

"No."

He pulled himself out of your touch and got up from the bed while straightening his clothes. Without saying anything else he left you all-alone in your room.

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Oh oh

Umm this is going to be Alot I apologize in advance

1- Who tops and who bottoms

2- Who is a big cuddler

3- What's there love language

4- How does the other comfort one when sad/scared.

And 5

Who confesses first

( that's just a fraction of my questions but I dont want to go overboard My ADHD brain apologizes)

Were both switches but Alastor mostly tops…

Lucifer. In the middle of the night he had his thigh around my neck… I didn’t sleep that night…

Touch and gift giving… tho I always ask Al before I touch him, I also give him no touch days when he needs them…

Mostly letters, words and a little bit of touch but that’s rare…

YES AND IT MAKES ME GO CRAZY!

Your meds wore off… didn’t they…?

Maybe… ANYWAYS! I mostly try to give him space but he also really likes when I scratch his ears while burying his face in my chest… I also may him snacks!

And I only let you do that. I try to stay near him as I know he’s touch starved… I also bring his ducks to him and if needed I’ll give the ducks voices… which is below me… if he’s having a episode I’ll set him in my lap and whisper words of admiration…

Hehe… when it came to who confessed first… Al…?

I was feeling something for Lucifer and didn’t know what it was so while talking to Husk about it Angel overheard and informed me about the name of those feelings… lucky for us it was Valentine’s Day and so Angel and Husk helped me write the letter and deliver it… and in my office was a letter from Lucifer… so… basically we confessed at the same time…

I still have that letter~

WHAT?!

I have a box of all the letters you’ve wrote me, even the ones were you were tipsy~

You’re insufferable…

You love me~

Shut up.

[scnsualforalphas]

It remained to be seen how much of an effect Alexander's selfless help had taken on Connor, how deeply his psyche truly was influenced by the sociopath's manipulation and his deeds. After all, it wasn't like the student had spent most of these past few months in a trance-like state like he was right now; although he had been hypnotized during many of their sessions and made to block the memories from his conscious mind, mistaking them as fantasies and dreams of desire, Connor had been awake for a good part of his sessions, and his therapist had very much been on his mind. Sure, the revelation that Alexander was the one responsible for his friends' brutal killings had been too much to handle, but before the shocking discovery on the other's laptop, Connor truly had felt protected by the man. He'd even started to recognize just how badly his so-called friends had been treating him, that their death was, in a sick way, truly somewhat of a relief. Yes, he had made progress in their sessions. Whether those were steps towards healing or into an entirely broken mental state was up for debate; how far in that journey he had come, and whether it would be possible to pull him back into trusting Alex, remained unclear. If and when the other allowed Connor's consciousness to surface again, maybe those questions would be answered.

Though even now, it wasn't like his conscious self was entirely unaffected - it may have been locked away in this trance, but Alexander's almost hypnotic words certainly had an effect, seeping into every part of the younger man's mind. After all, it was true - sucking the other's massive cock did make Connor feel happy. It was relaxing, and it was oh so pleasant, feeling the thickness of it as it was pumping between his lips, tasting the precum on his tongue, and hearing the arousal in Alex's voice. And wasn't it also true that he had not felt relaxed for weeks, months, when not with the other? He certainly had not felt safe. So maybe, just maybe, it made sense what Alexander's voice instilled into his mind. Nothing made him feel safe except Master... Nobody else made him feel happy. Nothing relaxed him except for this cock...

The tragic part was that Alexander's plan was bound to work out - one would think disappearing without a trace like that would raise suspicion, and that eloping with one's counselor would cause some red flags to go off and prompt someone to look for Connor. But the truth was that nobody was left; his friends had been murdered, the last survivors breaking off contact after blaming him for their deaths - after all, the victims were all those that mistreated Connor most severely before their demise. He had stopped calling his family months ago, anxiety and depression causing him to retreat from those back home. And his dating life had been virtually non-existant; any guy who showed interest in Connor quickly seemed to be scared off (a circumstance he never had managed to piece together), and eventually he'd given up in the assumption he was unlovable. No, nobody was left to come looking for him - the only one left in his life was Alexander. Only Master seemed able to love him. So Connor focused on earning that love, pleasing the other as good as he was able to, eyes focused on the man's enormous manhood rather than the road. Humming obediently, he let the thick girth slip out of his mouth, licking his way down the thick erection until he could play with Alexander's balls, caressing them with his lips and tongue as he focused on the only thing left on his mind - being a good fuckdoll for Master.

Alexander believed, more than anything in the world, that everything he had done had been selfless and in the name of making the one true love of his life happy. He'd killed so the other could suffer less, he'd slowly trained his unconscious psyche for months on end, forged his grades on records to be higher than they were supposed to be, fended off guys that showed any remote interest in him - he'd protected him, nurtured him and loved him like nobody else ever could. Even now, as he heard the other respond in that sugar-sweet tone that he'd only ever heard him use when he was in his trance-like state, Alexander remained resolute that he was doing nothing but make the other happy. Connor was the only thing in the world that had ever made him feel anything or think about anybody else and he was clearly willing to do anything, no matter how extreme, to keep that. The older male let out a deep sigh as the other freed his cock and got to work, chanting his devotion to the sociopath's massive member.

He flinched a little when the other momentarily scraped his teeth along his shaft but the other so quickly recovered and returned to doing what he did best that Alexander quickly forgave and forgot the infraction; chalking it up to the awkward positioning of the younger male laying across the seats. "I know how much you love that taste, cutie," he hummed, adjusting himself in the seat as he prepared to continue their long drive with the other keeping his cock warm and tended to, "Savor it ... memorize it ..." he instructed in his low, tantalizing tone that struck right at the heart of Connor's psyche, "Think about how happy you are right now, how relaxed you feel, how safe this makes you feel," he purred, "That's all because of Master and his cock ... nothing makes you happy except Master, nothing relaxes you except Master's cock and you only ever feel safe with Master," he imprinted onto the other.

Within the next few days, the both of them would be truly gone without a trace. Emails and texts sent from Connor's devices would reach any remaining family and friends to explain his elopement with Alexander and Alexander's lease and contract would be expiring in the coming week as well. Every loose end tied up to ensure that they could truly only have each other from now on. Alexander kept Connor's face in his lap, making sure he couldn't see where they were going and once the glorified sex toy had earned his reward of the sociopath's seed, he would be made to fall into a deep sleep for the rest of the journey. Connor didn't need to be aware of anything anymore, he didn't need to think about anything except keeping himself healthy and beautiful and making Alexander happy by any means necessary. "Don't forget the balls, baby ... Remember the session where I taught you how I liked it ..."

[petricorah]

lee from the tea shop boutta get it (wip) [id in alt]

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