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bloodyjuls-blog · 1 year ago

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I was so stupid

Leah Williamson X Reader

⚠️ Warning ⚠️: part 2 of goodbye my lover. If you read it you know what I mean in case of not it's just pure angst. This seems to be the light at the end of the tunnel

Lucy POV

I woke up at 5 in the morning because I had to go to training at 8, I looked at my phone and realized that y/n had called me 3 times. I was quite worried because I was the only person (Ona too, but not at the same level of intensity) who had been with her in those difficult moments such as a divorce and the separation from her son. Little Sage who is such a sweetheart and Y/n too and now because of Leah's stubbornness they’re not together makes me quite angry.

I decide to call y/n back but she sends me to inbox, so weird. Yesterday I spoke to her and she told me that she was going through a bad time and that the pains in her chest had returned. Knowing that I am in Barcelona and she is in London makes me even more nervous because she could suffer a cardiac arrest and not have anyone to help her with it and now even less cause Leah apparently turned everyone against her. I don't understand.

Leah POV

*Beep beep beep*¨

Who in their right mind calls at 5 am on a Friday. “Hello” I said in a rather sleepy tone. Sage hadn't slept well, I felt him agitated. He always sleeps peacefully. “Hi Leah, I'm Lucy,” she tells me in a worried tone. “What's wrong Lucy? looks at the hours” I said calmly. “It's Y/N, I'm worried because she's been calling me in the early morning and I want to know how yesterday's conversation with her went?” she says worriedly. “Well, the talk has gone well, a bit of a farewell tone, but very normal. She also called me this morning too, although she seemed like drunk or drugged, her voice sounded very weird,” she says in a stern voice. “No Leah, how can you think that, she is doing those things that are on TV or in the gossip magazines. She is like this because the divorce and now you have left her without a job. Are you stupid or what?” Lucy says super angry. “Oi, calm down or I'll hang up on you, these are not the hours to argue, girl” I say calmly. “Leah, for God's sake, y/n could have suffered a cardiac arrest and you didn't even realize it, did your new girlfriend whitewash everything you felt for y/n? Have you realized how bad she has had it since she was kicked out of the club because of you and since it wasn't enough for you, you kicked her out of the house without even being able to take a jacket and her wallet, having to listen to her at 3 in the morning heartbroken because she doesn't know what she was going to do without you, you know that she has been living in a seedy hotel for 3 months since you kicked her out of the house? The sad nights when she misses her baby?…" Lucy says very seriously. "I'm sorry Lucy, I didn't know anything about that, I've been very selfish, but it all came down to me anyway, the absence, the times she ignored my presence and focused only on Sage, I've also missed her a lot, Lucy". I say in a worried tone. “Leah, I need you to go to The White Heart Hotel, which is 8 minutes from your house, ask the front desk for room 203 and make sure y/n is okay. Please". She says in a tone that I can't understand. "Okay, I’ll go now I’ll text you later" I say, worried but willing to collaborate.

"God y/n, I hope you're okay, damn it, why I didn’t pay you more attention, if something happens to you, I won't forgive myself" I say to myself.

Once I arrive at the hotel, which looks very seedy.

“Hello,” I ask at the reception, a little agitated. "Hello Miss. How can we help you,” the girl tells me without flinching. “Mmm yes, I'm coming to visit my friend y/n who is staying in room 203” I say nervously. “Miss Leah, I'm afraid that the guest Y/n was taken away by the ambulance a couple of hours ago, due to some cardiac incident, the poor girl was so young and had no one to help her at that time if not for the waiter who heard some noises, it's most likely that right now that girl was dead," the girl says sadly. "Excuse me? But she was fine yesterday when I saw her.” “Miss, I recommend you to go to the hospital where the ambulance took you and ask the corresponding questions there,” she says calmly. “Yes, of course, thank you very much anyway,” I say with a little emotion. “My poor y/n, how is this possible?” I sit in the car and tears come out of my eyes, I feel like the guiltiest person in the world. Instead of listening to her and being with her, the first thing I did is abandon her to her fate and if that's not enough, mess with someone who no matter how good person she is, is not y/n. The mother of my son, the love of my life. How stupid I am for God's sake.

Once at the entrance to the emergency room.

I get out of the car and look in the trunk for a facemask. “Damn, I had a box stored here” I say to myself, exasperated as I search through everything. “Here you are” I say, taking the mask under a pile of documents.

At reception

“Good morning miss, can I help you with something?” The nurse at the reception tells me. “Hey, a couple of hours ago an ambulance brought y/n Y/l/n here and I came to ask how she is” I say nervously. “Are you related to her?” she asks me, looking directly at the computer. “I'm her wife, Leah” I say, already stressed from so many questions. “I understand, at this moment, y/n is undergoing surgery due to a heart failure, if you wish you can wait in the coronary surgery waiting room on the 3rd floor and once the operation is finished a doctor will speak with you directly” she tells me. “Damn, well thanks, in the third one did you say?” I say worried. "Yeah".

It's been three hours since I've been here and the only thing that has changed is that a cardiologist has come to tell me that they are having complications with Y/N, and that her prognosis is reserved, that we have to wait and see how the surgery progresses.

Flashback

“Family of y/n y/l/n” a doctor comes out with a worried look. "Me, doctor, I am her wife, Leah Williamson" I say in a broken tone. “Well, Mrs. Leah, I will be very honest with you, at this moment we are performing a pericardiocentesis on Mrs. Y/n because after the cardiorespiratory arrest she suffered in the early hours of the morning we realized that she had cardiac clog, we have done this procedure several times because the patient keeps coming to a standstill and doesn´t come back. I would like you to notify her other relatives just in case. It should be said that the prognosis is reserved and her evolution will determine if the heart does not clog again, for now I will do everything in my power so that the lady does not die,” he says seriously. While he says that I try to process everything. There are possibilities that my love won’t make it and die, I must tell Lucia.

“Lucy, y/n she is dying, she has suffered several cardiac arrests since this morning and is in surgery she’s not recovering” I say between tears and sadness on the call. “Leah, don't be pessimistic. Ona and I will take the first flight there is to London, we will be with you” she says crying. I'm glad Lucy cares about y/n, they're like sisters from another mother. I settle into the chair and send a WhatsApp to Sophie.

To Sophie

Hey how are you? Sophie, did you leave Sage with my mother?

*Yes, as you told me. All good? *

No, something has happened, but first I must tell you that I can't take this anymore, you are a wonderful girl but I am not in the best place mentally. Sorry Sophie, it's better to leave things here.

*What a coward you are Leah, not telling me in person. Ok, I hope I never see you again*

A few hours later Dr. Flynn himself comes out.

“Leah, y/n she is out of surgery, her prognosis is still guarded but we believe she will make a successful recovery. What worried us most was that being so young and out of nowhere having these moments of trauma and even more so knowing that she has a healthy and fit life” he says less worried. “What exactly does she have? Will she be able to continue playing football? What will the recovery be like?” I said a mile an hour. “Miss, slow down please. Miss y/n will be in the coronary ICU for a while due to the sedation we gave her. What we watched in the echocardiogram, in the blood tests and the chest x-ray is an irregularity in her pericardium hence the surgery, but them also show cardiac arrhythmias which means that she won’t be able to practice any high impact sport, as Upon her recovery, her evolution will be marked by how her heart accepts the changes. Most likely, she will always have to carry oxygen and in the future we can consider the use of a pacemaker to help detect any irregularity. “I understand, can I see it?” I say a little more relaxed. “Of course, come with me here…”

To be continued

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bigboysfalldeep · 1 year ago

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The soccer stud—Marco

Since I can remember, I have always loved watching soccer. There was just something about pretty—sometimes bulky—men wearing skin-tight shirts, thin shorts, long socks, and those damn boots—especially in the rain with white gear. I was so happy when I got the job as an equipment manager for the local club.

I not only got to watch these handsome men play, but I was responsible for their sweaty, dirty, tight gear—a dream come true. It got even better when I met Marco, one of the club's star players. He was always so eager to play and to do what was best for the team, and most importantly to me, he looked so good wearing that black and yellow gear.

I knew I needed him to be mine and to obey me completely. That's when my other interest came into play: hypnosis, or conditioning, to be more precise.

It was just so much fun to play with a man's mind, especially the pretty ones—athletes—and men in uniform were the most exciting.

The training was about to begin in around 10 minutes. Most players were already on the pitch, waiting for the trainer. I prepared the equipment beforehand, so I could stroll through the stadium's tunnels, looking for my special one, Marco.

As I made my way toward my little office, I noticed that the locker room door was only ajar. That was interesting. I opened the door to find him standing in front of his locker, his back turned to me. Fuck, he looked so good wearing his gear; his ass especially looked fine in these black shorts.

Marco took a huge sip from his water bottle before he turned around. At first, he flinched, but once he realized it was me, he sighed.

"You scared me, dude." He chuckled while I smiled warmly.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to." I kept smiling when I noticed he was holding one of my special water bottles.

I filled these bottles with water—no ordinary water, a special mixture of herbs, and a low dose of drugs—to put people at ease and calm them down. I told him that those would boost his abilities to train and play in general. He was really into that idea.

"I hope you like it." I motioned for the bottle in his hand. Marco's eyes shifted between mine and the bottle before he smiled shyly.

"It's really good." He licked his lips, savoring the taste lingering inside his mouth.

It felt like he had had multiple drinks today already. He seemed to need more time to think and form coherent thoughts.

"Very good." I nodded, but I needed to check something else. "Did you manage to give my playlist a go? You know, the one I created for your gym sessions?"

Marco closed his eyes for a second, thinking about my question, before he bit his lower lip. "It's a good playlist." He said this, looking at me with his eyes barely open.

"Good." I nodded again. "Then this might work out."

Taking a deep breath, I placed a hand on his shoulder, touching his jersey. Touching him through it made me so happy.

He leaned into my gentle touch just enough to still keep eye contact with me.

When I started to stroke him, his collarbone, and further to his neck, he started to purr quietly while looking at me so happily.

"Very good boy." I growled. "You've been drinking a lot and enjoying the playlist, haven't you?"

Marco kept smiling, enjoying my soft strokes. "Yesss." He purred, and subconsciously, he started to stroke his own chest through his tight jersey.

"Listen. We don't have much time." I gently pulled him into me to whisper into his ear.

"You did so good, Marco." I breathed into his ear, causing him to let out a low guttural moan.

Both of us took several deep breaths.

Marco, because his week-long conditioning was slowly taking over. All those songs are intertwined with hidden messages, just barely noticeable when you know they're in there, telling him to obey and to do anything for his one true owner.

Me, on the other hand? I couldn't believe how well it was working! I was holding this beautiful soccer boy so close to my body—the feeling of his gear on my skin, the faint scent of him in my nose, and the staggering excitement building up inside my stomach—fucking good.

"I want you; I need you to be mine." My voice broke once at the simple thought of owning him and using him however I desired.

At the same time, I keep stroking his neck and collarbone while using my other hand to stroke his firm chest and tummy.

I always enjoyed the feeling of the jersey's fabric on my skin, so it made me so hard so fast, but touching him through the thin shirt made it even better.

It was easy to tell that his body was reacting purely on instinct: his muscles tensed quickly and his breathing quickened slightly.

Marco's mind was working overtime, just to be flooded with the easiest command right now: listen and obey.

"You would like it to be owned, wouldn't you?" I whispered into his ear, causing him to moan in agreement with his barely hearable voice.

"Good boy." I kept stroking his tummy before I gave in to my curiosity.

While he melted more and more into me, I let my hand run even further down his body to feel his body through his tight shorts. It felt amazing: he was so hard, so big that I needed to confirm his size by looking down as well. His length was tenting visibly, straining the fabric of his shorts.

I made sure to make the most of this moment. I let my hands emcompass his entire form, from his thick pecs to his abs, back, ass, and thighs. It felt so good, and he was enjoying it as much as I was, for sure. Marco kept groaning, grunting, and purring while my hands felt every inch of his body react to the slightest touch.

I took another deep breath to regain my composure.

"Listen. Just keep drinking your water, keep working out with my playlist, and soon you will be ready." I said, running my hand up and down his ever-growing shaft.

He enjoyed himself so much, moaning quietly to himself.

"Give me a video call tonight." I steadied his head by his neck, forcing him to look into my eyes. His own were so pretty—unfocused, slightly sleepy—and their usual spark faded away. "At nine."

"Yes." He purred happily once more.

"And make sure to wear that beautiful kit of yours." I stroked his member twice, then went back to his firm chest and soft tummy.

"Mhmmm." He groaned.

"Now, it's time for training." I patted his pecs firmly. "Do your best."

Marco's eyes focused on mine while I was still stroking him. However, he didn't mind it at all.

"I will." He smiled again, and I watched him leave excitedly.

Training went well, but my whole body was just waiting for tonight.

And sure enough, right on time, my phone rang. It was Marco, and my heart started racing—it worked so well.

When I accepted the incoming call, I let out an audible moan, seeing his beautiful face through my screen.

His face was so pretty, and his eyes were searching for mine. Slightly unfocused, yet so vacant. He was wearing his entire kit, shoes, and all.

"Good boy." I said as I started to stroke myself through my shirt—god, this was exciting.

Marco's entire body reacted to my voice, and he started to smile derpily.

"I prepared a video for you, Marco." I shared my screen and opened a video I found years ago. A pretty little spiral to make him go under even further. "Just watch this; it will make you feel so much better."

"Okay." Marco nodded.

While he focused everything on the video, I started a screen recording. I was so excited to see what was actually happening—he should be conditioned to react to the spiral. I love these songs and knew the power of the hidden messages and the conditioning they contain, but the only thing I could do was wait and see.

The more he watched it, the deeper he went. His pretty eyes were glazed; a foggy gray consumed them as they rolled back into his head. Drooling, he got up from his chair so that his crotch was front and center.

And what a sight to behold! His member was even harder and bigger than before. His shorts were barely able to contain him, let alone conceal him.

Marco moaned loudly as he started to jerk off through his shorts. This caused me to do the same. My cock was pressing against my track pants, and I was leaking already—better than I had expected.

"Very good, boy." I growled into the microphone, causing him to groan and moan even louder. Feeling myself grow even bigger, I knew I couldn't hold back much longer.

Marco, on the other hand, wasn't done yet.

His hand slipped inside his tight shorts as he kept jerking off so fast, causing his body to twitch slightly. He touched himself, his ass lovingly as he moaned again, clearly enjoying this so much.

I could tell he was acting merely on conditioning, having experienced something similar before.

This caused me to shoot a load into my pants, widening the already wet patch considerably. I let out a low grunt as he did the same.

Marco's body stopped as he shot load after load into his shorts; much to my amusement, he kept jerking off.

Licking my lips, I watched him pull his sweaty, sticky cock out of his pants to fondle with it.

He was so thick and so pretty—the perfect man.

As he kept stroking himself, I enjoyed the show. The spiral was still going, spinning and turning, until the video ended.

"You did so well, Marco." I said as he sat back down to look at me through the camera.

"Thank you." He smiled derpily.

"Make sure to keep this kit for me; I want it for myself." I chuckled, but he just purred in response.

"We will see each other on Thursday, okay?"

I watched his eyes focus slightly, and at first, I thought I screwed up. But instead, he smiled and pulled his shorts back up, completely unbothered by his stained clothes, his hard cock, or me talking to him through his phone.

"I hope so." Marco winked teasingly.

Then he ended the call and left me speechless—it couldn't have gone better.

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zabala0z · 3 months ago

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Welcome back to the first episode of “Listening to TMA S5, blind” I’m your beloved host and guys. Guys guys. I actually am freaking out.

MAG 161: Dwelling

I’m actually screaming. Hearing the old gang actually made me want to cry. SASHA. SASHA I MISSED YOU :(( also Elias: “I’d like to keep an eye out” you think you’re so fucking funny. I loved the very off key singing of Happy Birthday. Accurate. I wonder if Elias/Jonah sent the tapes for a reason. It’s definitely not to gloat. Is this apart of a wider web of manipulation? The Web style? Also, the fact Sasha could’ve been head archivist. Jesus

Hearing the description of the entities, that they don’t care enough to keep humanity fed and watered unnerved me a lot actually. I don’t know.

MAG 162: A Cozy Cabin

GERRY!!! Nice to hear him as a human, without all the ghost-like qualities. Although hearing Jon rewind the tape over and over and over and over again just made me feel bad.

And then Sasha and Tim.

“we had the ill-advised hookup, the awkward aftermath, and the gradually rebuilt friendship, but – that’s all season two stuff. We’ve got like five more seasons before we get the heartwarming epilogue that makes it canon.”

“No. You took it too far! I’m unforgettable!”

So what if I just ended it all?

Also Jon’s monologue. For a bit, I thought he was “knowing” one of Martins poems that he made during this since Martin was the one who did not like staying at the cabin but no, I was wrong. But time to see the outside world

MAG 163: In The Trenches

I wanna go back to the cabin.

I love TMA so much because of how the format switches up every season. Like season 1 was pretty simple enough with season 2 having Jon add in those supplementals and having a new setting (the tunnels). Season 3 cranks it up with having live statements from recurring characters, statements read by others, and dropping some lore. season 4, while similar to season 1 in terms of format, has Martin reading statements, more god damn lore and some new settings. And now season 5 has uh all this. It’s so amazing and I love it and I’m terrified.

Hearing Jon describe everything going on actuslly made me horrified. Like I got spooked out by the statements but this made me feel so much dread like I’m not even kidding. I also wanna know more about that weird ass doctor and the man with the red flower. Avatars of The Slaughter I presume.

Also that phone. ???? What???

MAG 164: The Sick Village

Gross. While the previous episode made me experience horror, this made me feel disgust. Disgust that just burrowed into my bones (get it. Cause..the episode-). I had such a deep instinct of repulsion. Like actually. I also read the triggers just cause you can never be too careful and I remember thinking, “how can xenophobia be involved with The Corruption?”…apparently xenophobia was very prevalent

Now I know where the whole “Martin’s middle name” thing comes from. I’m glad Basira is alive. And heart broken at the tragedy there is. She’s always chasing Daisy and Daisy is always chasing another thing SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

I think Georgie and Melanie are in the tunnels. It’s been established before that Elias can’t see in the tunnels which probably means Jon can’t see them. I’m glad they are safe. They need it.

Helen! Nice to see her again, I actually cackled when she said “check up on the happy couple”. Nice to see a confirmation about the relationship. This is like the worst time to be dating someone though 💀 Helen’s so happy. I’m sure she has a ton of people in her hallways. I don’t know if she’s lying about the “friend thing, but it’d be funny if she wasn’t

Okay. That’s everything. Sorry for the long wait, I had to take a break after season 4’s finale and then ANOTHER one after listening to the first 3 eps. This is like, actually heavy. Kinda draining. But god, I’m actually going insane.

I want to know how this is going to be fixed. Like. There’s gotta be some happy ending. ??? Right??? Please tell me there is one.

#the magnus archives #tma #tma podcast #zabala0z thoughts #tma s5 #the magnus archives season 5 #Jesus #this is just a lot #also I now have 5 friends who started listening to TMA because of me #I’m a plague onto society #get it #plague #sorry

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haunted4kent · 5 months ago

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"take my breath away." k. bakugo

✧˚ · . 𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 ; go on a walk with me, will you? lemme be romantic.

content ; swearing nd fluff >.<

word count ; 1.3k

a/n ; this account is officially a year old today !! love you readers nd hope you enjoy!!

( this is my favorite piece of writing in a while. )

Thumps thud at your window, and standing out of your bed fresh out of a shower, you pull back the curtain to see what the commotion is. Another rock flies and hits the window, making you jump before looking down to see what’s causing it, and a smile immediately tugs at your lips. Your fingertips pull open the window and he stands with a deadly grin on his face. “Whatcha doin up there dumbass!”

“What are you doing throwing rocks at my window like you're some romantic?” His shrug is visible from down below.

“Maybe I’m tryna change, doll.” A silence pings, before his voice rasps out again. “Change out those clothes and let’s go walk a little, whatcha say?”

He stood down there still, looking up at you so pleadingly. “C’mon, before these damn clouds come over and it's raining. Y'know I hate the rain.”

School was always taking up both your schedules, You tried to convince yourselves that you spent enough time together, but you missed one another so badly. Like a fire in need of oxygen to survive.

“Alright, I’ll come out the front.” You smile, shutting your window and slipping on shoes before going down to the front door. When you pull it open, trying to avoid any loud creeks, he’s already standing in front of it, and he chuckles silently at you. “Kats.” You step out and his eyes fall down and back up. His head leans down to kiss your lips briefly, but his eye returns to that same demeanor.

“What the hell are you wearing? Tch, You cannot go on a walk with your ass out.” His fingers pulled down on the ends of your pj shorts, which would just roll back up. “You gonna make me go change?” You whine, and his eyes rise to look at you silently. He sighs. “I have a sweatshirt in my car.” His hand taps on your lower back before sliding to the side of your hip, his free hand reaching and pulling the door shut.

He pulls the car door open for you, shutting it after you sit in. A small tap comes from the back windshield and he points at the truck latch, and you lean to pull it. When he returns to the car, he tosses the sweatshirt into your lap. As he starts to drive, his hand creeps up to settle on your thigh. You bring his sweatshirt to your nose and it smells just like him, warm musk. His hands even sit warmly on your skin, and you're so scared he’s getting cold and he's even more scared himself is making you cold. As the car speeds up, he opens the sunroof, and the wind begins to blow in. His hair is scattered and your hair blows around your face.

The child-like joy that radiates from the moment is nostalgic. The rush it gave was indescribable.

Turning up the radio to max, the lyrics began to ring out of the open windows. You shifted in your seat leaning your torso out from the window as the car zoomed beneath the tunnel.

You could feel his grip holding onto you but his chuckles overpowered his fear.

“The park?” You step out of the car after he pulls the door open.

“I said we were gonna go walk, didn’t I?” He shuts the door behind you, running his fingers over your wind messed hairs. He tugs at the end of the sweatshirt he gave you, pulling it down a little more to his liking. Katsuki Bakugo is not a kisser, he’ll give you a little peck, a brief gesture that tells you “I'm trying.” and that's all you need. He leans down and does just that.

Your hands intertwine and he walks sheepishly for a moment.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much as you would like, not even as much as I would like.”

Your shoulders rise and fall. “I understand you're busy, your role is larger than mine anyway, but we're both busy so no one’s to blame.

He sighs. “I know sweetheart, but I feel like I’m to blame.” He shifts behind you, placing his chin on your shoulder, leaving a light peck on your cheek. His feet walk awkwardly around you, both walking at the same time, and a little giggle comes from your lips. “I’ve missed you, Kats, and I promise. We are going to be fine."

“I've missed you too.” and suddenly the sprinklers from the grass start, and one sputters onto the sidewalk in which you and Katsuki are walking on. “Awh fuck.” He pulls you back as he steps out from the sprinkler, shaking his head like he's a wet dog. “Don't be such a baby!” You laugh, and pull from his grasp. Looks like the wind couldn't even extinguish the fire in you, you lived for the thrill. “Doll what are you-” and before he could reach back out, you're sprinting through the sprinklers.

He stares off in utter admiration, his eyes fogging out and making your every motion feel slow motion. “You're a moron!” He shouts, a tugging smile on his lips. You turn back and pant for a moment before yelling back. “You're a moron for not running out here with me!”

He scoffed. “Whatcha’ say to me?”

“You heard me.” The moment it comes out of your mouth your challenge has been accepted. You're running and laughing like a child until his hands grab around your waist and spin you both around, and once he sets you down he's running from the threat of being tackled down into the grass. You're both soaked already. “Don't run! Come to mama Kats!” You laugh, jumping onto his back, and a chuckled grunt comes from his chest as he begins to run through the sprinklers.

The grass is wet, your sweatshirt heavy and soaked, the moon shines down onto the grass just enough to glisten the sprinkler water that still rains upon the both of you as you lie on your backs, panting from the thrill. “You're such an idiot.” His head turns to you before he bursts out laughing, a laugh you've never heard out of Katsuki, and you can't help but laugh with him at your idiocy. “Admit it, you had fun.” Your laughter dies down and you turn to face him, picking at the grass. “I did have fun.” With the loose grass you glide it against his nose, and his face scrunches. “Ya because i'm the most super fun ever.”

“You're better than Kirishima or some bullshit loser like that, that's for sure.” His eyes shift down, and he looks lost, but locked on something. His eyes rise again, but his face has gone soft. “Just kiss me already.” You whisper and his body shifts forward. This is different, a kiss with a different kind of intensity. The cool water spikes across your skin, and his hair is so damp. His hand comes to grip the side of your face, a little tighter than usual. Turns out Katsuki Bakugo wasn't always an uncontrolled blaze, he could be extinguished, he could be cooled.

“I love you.” His voice comes the moment your lips part. You open your eyes and his are so lost, almost crazed. “I love you so much, doll.” He repeats. The clouds have caught up, and he doesn't seem to care that on top of the sprinklers, the rain begins to pour down upon the both of you.

“I love you too Suki-” You're barely even able to finish before his lips smash back into yours.

That night, after a warm shower he crawled right into your bed, and like a child curled up beside you, his blow-dried hair fluffed up on your chest. From then on, a night didn't go by that Katsuki Bakugo didn't go home to you. You were home, you always were.

" watching every motion in my foolish lovers' game "

#✧˚ · . writing #kill me i love kats #mha #katsuki bakugo #bakugo fluff #katsuki bakugo fluff #bakugou fluff #mha bakugou #my hero academia #fluff writer #mha fluff #Spotify

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popcornforone · 9 months ago

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Handling the Situation

A Dave York Fan Fic

Damn it Dave… why are you the best person to write. I mean I’m not complaining. I enjoy it, it makes me feel good. But I always think I take forever now to write him as it needs to be right. So here we are on another Dave York Saturday, getting our fill of our favourite stabby murder daddy.

Synopsis:- You are Dave Yorks handler & have been for 2 years since an injury meant you couldn’t be an assassin anymore. You both have mutual feeling for each other which neither of you have decided to explore until now.

Work count:- 7200

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Lack of consent, unprotected sex, boss employee relationship, mutual pining, stalking, murder, assassin stuff, car jacking, PIV, masturbation, cum tasting, fingering, swearing, cheating & adultery. Dave being controlling but what’s new there 🤣.

Yea this was something to right. I hope you all enjoy peoples. Thanks for the read.

“Wait a second” Dave York scowls as he looks at the Mismatching maps he’s got in front of him . One on his screen, & one as a hard copy. “This map is dated from 1998, why do I have a copy of this” his big brown eyes dart between the two. You let out an exasperated sigh.

“Mr York if you’d have let me finish my sentence…” you start before he interrupts.

“Is it hard being the smartest person in the room?”

“I wouldn’t know, is it?” You scoff back & get up from your chair on the other side of his desk & make your way over to him. He would have rolled his eyes at your comment but after 2 years of you being Dave’s handler you’ve both got bored of it. Even though you like the little smirk he pulls afterwards. There’s mischief deep inside this killer. You get to his computer screen & stretch the map. A small sniff of his cologne always arouses you. His warm breath filling your personal space. Your hand grips his over the mouse. It still makes you shiver but not as much as it used to. “Now hold the old school map up to the screen Mr York” Dave does as you requested & you then turn the screen into dark mode. It’s clear now why you had provided him with the older map.

“Are those tunnels?”

“Yes from where they built the subway network” you look at him & he nods. “A third exit should you need it & Thompson isn’t alone or there’s other interested party’s, if you follow this one…”You point & explain that it will lead him a mile away to a power plant.

“Clever girl” he says & he smacks your bum. You try to not moan. Dave flirts with everyone, because he is the best assassin he gets away with it, also his job does require some intimate work from time to time but he has never seen you more than the best handler for him. You used to be an assassin as well until someone sliced off half of your trigger fingers nuckle . But you always planned your own missions before that, so when you decided to become an analyst & handler, Dave practically begged for you. He knew you’d keep him alive. You know what he needs to do to stay at the top & in one piece.

You both then finalise the next few bits of next Wednesdays mission so you can type it up this afternoon for him. It should then be approved on Monday & then the two of you(well mainly you) can get everything in place for Wednesday to take Thompson out. Dave is always impressed with your dedication to the cause he does wonder if you ever switch off. As you remove the usb stick from his computer, along with his signature on the initial report, so you can proposes the final changes, you head to his office door.

“Anything else I can help you with Mr York” you say in a chirpy tone. He usually will say nothing or just ask for another coffee.

“Nah your alright…” but then as you go to leave Dave then chirps up “… weekend plans?” Dave’s never asked you about your weekend plans before. You a little bit stunned. You both keep home & work separate hence you only call him Mr York.

“Erm yes… I do” you turn back to face him gripping your lap top. “My boyfriend wants to take me out for dinner for our 1 year anniversary” Dave looks shocked at this.

“A boyfriend? You kept that quiet”

“You never asked” you giggle “also we’ve actually been together 20 months, but he says it wasn’t official until he’d met my parents & my parents live in Texas”

“Hmm man’s got principles I guess, what does he do”

“He’s an accountant” you say with a sigh ”boring I know but safe, no one’s gonna look for an assassin or a handler with a boring jobed partner.” You say. You know Dave is married, Carol you believe from what you’ve found online about her, that she works as a manager at the big grocery store out of town.

“True, you hoping he asks the question, so you can be more committed” Dave asks. You can’t help but blush at that.

“Well every girls dream is to say I do & walk down the aisle in a white dress so why not,”

“You’d say yes”

“Absolutely, I love him” you suddenly realise this is the most Dave has asked you about your life in the 2 years you’ve been by his side. Pinning for a man you know is unavailable in both your worlds. No sex with coworkers you have always had that rule & keep work & home separate. “What about you Mr York”

“Work & I might watch the golf, might even go up to the cabin I haven’t decided yet” he reply’s he picks up his phone & his lips bite the side of it. He does this from time to time. It always arouses you & you try to not let it affect you. “I genuinely do hope he asks you, I hope he deserves you”

“Thank you Mr York, have a nice weekend yourself” you then do a little smile & leave, once his office door is closed you sigh & calm down. Dave was genuinely nice to you & made you feel seen. You’re angry at yourself for getting aroused while he was being polite. You shake your head & walk back to your desk, this proposal won’t write itself.

Dave sits there in his car, watching. He’s been following you for the last 6 months, since you wore that daisy dress to work when you were going out to a birthday afterward & he saw the real you, you let your guard down that day at work & were care free & happy. Dave’s wanted to get to know the real you from that moment. Since then with his own skills he’s followed you around. At a safe distance of course & cleverly. After all Dave is the best assassin in the world he easily goes undetected.

He sits there outside Donatello’s the Italian restaurant, a place you & your other half often frequent & he’s looking at your face. You seem bored & disinterested in the conversation. It’s also not just you as you had said to him on friday, there are friends around you, but by the looks of it mostly his friends. You politely laugh back & smile but the look on your face as you dig into another okayish carbonara says a million things. This should have been your special night but no it’s turned into him & 6 of his mates & 2 of their partners around the table too.

Dave can see your eyes show no emotion in them. You’re not giving anything to this. This was not how you thought your Saturday night would go & neither did Dave. He is half tempted to get out the car, walk into the busy restaurant, March up to you lift you over his shoulders with no explanation to anyone, put you in the back seat of his car & fuck you there & then. That’s what Dave wants. That’s what he’d do in this situation & he now pretty sure from the look on your face that you’ve not cum in months. Obviously standard & safe isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

“Fuck” Gus moans as he fills the condom up & rolls off you. You’ve not cum it’s been months & he keeps persisting on using a condom. You like that he practices safe sex but it would be easier for you to be on a birth control that was half decent. He had said no & actually went with you to the doctors to say that you wouldn’t be going on it unless it was injections. You’re seeing the doctor on friday for your next round.

“Well baby that was a decent day” he says & he softly kisses your lips & gets out of bed tying the condom of his already limp penis as he put his boxers on. “& you as always were so good then”

“Yea it was good” you lie to Gus, today had all been about him & his mate Harry. He bumped into him when he was on his morning run & suddenly a day you thought might be romantic & passionate turned into a lads day. You like his friends but today should have been about the two of you & what is happening right now proves it. He’s getting dressed.

“You know you can stay Gus” you say as you scoot along the bed & massage his shoulders to help him relax & start to kiss his neck. “Maybe I want morning cuddles maybe I’m not done yet”

“Baby I’ll be surprised if you can walk after what I just did to you, you’re clearly in a sex haze” you are glad he can’t see you roll your eyes. 9minutes that’s how long he lasted before he came, you clit was neglected & he just humped his way through it. When you do cum it does feel good but it’s been lacking a lot recently. He’s not the sex god he takes himself for.

“So why are you leaving? Why can’t you stay”

“Work starts at 6am on Monday but budget meeting at 8am, so I can’t have distractions tomorrow I need to be at mine”

“But baby it’s…”

“Shhh go to sleep beautiful & I’ll let you know I get home safe”he doesn’t even kiss your lips. It’s your cheek & he heads out of your apartment. You know safe & boring is best but you can’t be doing this for the rest of your life. You need 1 last adventure before you settle down & Gus isn’t hitting the spot in lots of ways at the moment. Once you hear him lock the door behind him, you get out your newest vibrator, & build up the settings as it pleasures your naked body as you rhyth in bed. As you climax on your favourite setting, you giggle at the name that escapes your mouth. You hand & toy are coated in your slick as you moan the name “Dave!” As you reach the best high you will have this weekend.

“Morning Mr York” you announce as you walk into his office with his usual black coffee & information for him on the missions approval. It’s the usual Monday happy patter from you. If you start off happy it might rub off on the moody Dave. You notice him in his light blue shirt scrolling through his phone perched on the edge of his desk, deep in thought.

“Morning” he reply’s not looking up. Lost on his phone. He briefly looks up as you shut the door & then he stops & looks up again. You’re in a very nice floral green dress which is buttoned all the way up & stops just above the knee. Your hair is in a messy bun & you have a small heel on. Dave has a double look, your shiny legs sticking out as you hand him his coffee.

“What Mr York, can’t I put in a bit of effort from time to time” you say as he keeps looking you up & down as you hand him his coffee.

“Obviously, it’s just there’s something different about you today,” he says with a smile & then bites on the corner of his phone trying not to think about what he would do to you. “But I notice something hasn’t changed..” he, once he’s put his coffee down, grips your left hand stroking across your fingers “… I see & feel no ring unless your picking one together” Dave sees your face drop a little, your chirpy mood moves on as you sign.

“Yea, turns out my boyfriend wanted it to be more of a friends thing for our anniversary than just us” you say “I still had a nice dinner…”

“& a good fucking?” Dave interupts & you turn bright red straight away.

“Mr York!” You shriek.

“What? You’re a woman you have needs, just like all men & women have needs” he says with a smirk. The hand that was holding yours now brings the coffee cup to his lips, always looking so plump. His phone is on the desk as he strokes his thigh. “So I’m guessing you didn’t have a moment of pure passion then”

“Mr York, there’s a reason we keep our work & private lives separate, I don’t think I want to talk about my sex life with you”

“What if I as your boss asked you to?” He says & winks before slurping more coffee.

“& here I was thinking this was going to be a normal Monday meeting to approve a few things before Wednesday” you scoff & smile. “Let’s just say that my man thinks he gets my needs met but once he’s happy that’s that”

“Damn, a man should always look after his woman first, preferably with oral or fingers strumming her cunt open”

“DAVE!” He pulls a face as you shout this at him “sorry… MR. YORK!” You shout again & then both laugh.

“don’t worry about it sweetheart, I’m amazed you still formally call me Mr York, I’m not gonna murder you for a slip of the tongue like that”

“I’d like to see you try” you respond back instantly.

“Oooh fighting talk, I like that” he says with a devilish smile. “& if I’m honest you’d give back as well as you took” somehow you now know this isn’t talking about fighting talk. Your minds gone dirty.

“Well what can I say, I think all things should be equal, giving & receiving, don’t you?”

“No I like to be in control” he says abruptly almost cutting you off. “I like to know where I stand with everything, so that when I give, it’s given good”his hand forcefully grabs your wrist . “That’s why you’ve not applied to be an Assassin again.” You look dumb struck at him.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business Mr…”

“But it is my business, your my business.” He tugs you towards him as he stands up his right hand grips your chin, firmly. “Imagine if we were a team, 2 assassin working together, the world we could create the missions we could achieve, doesn’t that sound good to you” he whispers all of this in your ear seductively. Your breathing has hitched. You feel his hand start to drift yours to his bulge.

“Dave… I”

But before your hand makes contact & you do something you might regret, the phone in the office rings.

“Fuck” Dave basically launches you out of his personal space & leans over the desk to grab the phone. His moody tone is there. “York, this had better be good” you stand there awkwardly while he berates someone on the phone for not doing the vehicle clean at the weekend for Wednesday. He then smirks at you & says down the phone. “I’m sure my handler can handle the situation, she likes all things being equal” before he slams the receiver down.

“I’ll go deal with that then Mr York, here’s the files for Wednesday” you say & don’t even really look at him. Had he sexually harassed you before that phone call? You hadn’t kissed or touched him. Was it his power over you? As much as he knows you can do what he does, does he enjoy those moments.

It’s not long after you sit behind your desk sorting out the last few things that for Wednesday’s mission that you get a message from him.

We good? Y

You smirk & reply.

Nothings changed Mr York, let’s concentrate on the mission

Glad you’re handling all of it so well. He reply’s

Dave lies in his bath on Tuesday night. He always has a bath the night before a mission. It calms him down. Carol always moans that he takes too long, but she lets him off, she knows he has “an important client” tomorrow. He should have asked her to join him in the bath, get his frustrations out on her, but he didn’t instead he’s got the last 5 days cctv from work of you, watching you bend over to pick up files, that little giggle you do with the tech guys & then he watches all the interactions he’s had with you. His length is pulsing, throbbing in his hand as he listens via his ear pods, a few suggestive things said between you both.

“Fuck baby” he growls as the bath water which was starting to get a bit too cold, now has lashes of his cum added to it. He almost knocks his iPad into the bath, as he jerks away mumbling your name.

“Coms check” you say as you get out of the car to set up your own radar to do the mission on Wednesday afternoon.

“Loud & clear sweetheart,”

“Good, although we should still use the code names Boss, not sweetheart, no matter how nice that sounds” you say as you look roughly at the spot he will be setting up his sniper rifle. It’s a clear day, not as many people about as you thought & Dave should have a clear shot to take the target out. Everything is going to plan, a little too well to plan you have in the back of your mind. You slip into the back seat of your Audi with the blacked out windows & connect the additional radar to your set up so you can monitor everything as the doors lock.

“Well I’m okay with calling you Hand if you want, I mean I am the boss,” he jokes back to you once he sees you are safe in the back of the car & looks through his site at the building 2 blocks away from you. “But what would you really like me to call you” he says & you can heart his breath hitch in your ear piece. Is Dave flirting with you on a mission?

“Boss, I’m gonna call you Boss” your trying to keep focused, it’s your job to keep other things entertained while Dave does his killing & to let clean up know when he��s done & to also check for possible complications.

“Well I’ll make sure you do call me that on every occasion, & I can hear your eyes rolling” Dave chuckles. His tone then changes. “Package has arrived” you’re always so amazed that Dave can switch it on & off so quickly. The target has arrived in the building & that’s now his main objective. You & carol could be scissoring in front of Dave right now & he wouldn’t notice at all. You’re glad he’s back in the zone.

“Traffic is good, from what I can see his next lot of security should arrive in 11mins, but oooh no” you click 8 buttons to cause lights to go Green & cause 2 traffic collision “looks like they will be delayed by 6mins taking the alternative route.” You click your timer for 18mins & so does Dave, you hear the beep from his watch down the phone. You both know that being 2 blocks away means you can get back to Dave before that time, but Dave’s got to make sure he doesn’t get spotted & if he needs to additional hits need to happen.

“Copy that” Dave says & you hear the clicks & snaps of the rifle ready to take aim.

“In your own time Boss” you say & then you hear one of your favourite things in the world. You’d never tell Dave this but it’s the way he breathes as he slows his heart rate down to get the perfect clean shoot. It’s not all bang like in the movies. Dave can do that, obviously with all the drama & can kill at close range & get into a fight if he has to, but him sniping someone & the way those lips softly part at each exhale, it’s so attractive. His eyes dilated in concentration too. You enjoy it for a few seconds you get to hear it before the burst of noise. Dave makes the shot after only 2minutes after the timer started.

“Clean, precise, call clean up” Dave declares down the radio.

“Confirm?”

“Confirm target down”

You then switch to your clean up squad who are on the ground floor of the building (hence why tunnels were needed on your map originally, but they were a final back up for Dave) & you tell them to move in with their timer set for 5mins there’s 4 of them so they can do it that quickly. You can hear Dave packing his gun away.

“Estimate?”

“4 no 6minutes, the lifts not working”

“Copy” you quickly leap out the back seat of the car & get back into the drivers seat & put your foot down. This means Dave expects to be coming out of the back door of the rendezvous at that exact time. Your car should be there so he can get out of the door & into in it 10seconds before you drive off. Your sat nav is linked to the set up in the back of the car for the best route, to avoid all the issues you set up with traffic earlier.

“Clean ups just confirmed clean & identification Boss” you say to him with you being 2 minutes out. Dave doesn’t reply, if he’s got that many stairs a to run down, he’s conserving energy. You eventually approach the building next to the one Dave took his shot from & slow down to do a reconnaissance loop, everything is clear, so you put the car in reverse ready to go & collect Dave. You pull up 20 seconds early & hit the unlock button to the car door, when suddenly the door flys open & two large hand drag you out.

“Fuck” your scream grabbing the keys & putting it in down the back of black leggins.

A burly face looks at you but your now more concerned that there is cold steal of a barrel now against your forehead.

“Keys now” a voice screams from the side of you. You realise that you’re about to be car jacked. It’s the second man who screams this. & you just shake you head at them, as your eyes fill up with water. These guys must have seen you do a loop & waited for you to pull up. They can’t have this car for so many reason.

“Seriously gents, you’ve picked the wrong day & car to Jack. Just walk away & it won’t cost you your life” you say calmly, but you gulp. they both have masks covering their faces but you can see their eyes. The one with the gun pointed at your head his hand is slightly shaking. The one who has you gripped against the door frame is much firmer, but you can tell my his eyes & hair he’s no more than 19. You don’t want Dave to have to kill these two who have just got lucky today in your 3 second lapse of concentration. It’s most unlike you. You’re also speaking very clearly because you know Dave will be picking this up.

“Ha” the one holding you cackles. “& what makes you think we won’t shoot you & take the car anyhow” you quickly side eye the barrel & realise they are blanks which will still hurt but won’t kill. You can also hear Dave counting down from 20 in your ear, he’s clearly waiting for his moment.

“Because” you stutter as the grip around your neck gets more as your hand reaches to the back of the car seat which has a small knife in the head rest. “Your amateurs…”

“We’re pros” click. Dave has snuck up to the one holding the gun behind him his gun firmly against his head. “& you picked the wrong day to do this”. The other man looks in shock his grip lessens. It’s enough time for you to wiggle slightly & grab your knife, in all of 4 seconds its plunged into the man with the guns thigh. The scream he lets out is ear piercing.

“Where the fuck were you?”

“Why were you early?”

“Why did you not tell me there were people near?”

“Why the fuck didn’t you check for blind spots & randoms?”

Dave & you have been going back & forth for all the way back to HQ since the incident.

Luckily you were both covered enough by your faces that you didn’t need to kill the two kids. Taking them hostage was never plan. Instead you took the two of them who you both injured & dropped them near an emergency room. The smell of piss & vomit you get used to, but it’s still not nice, the car valet will not happy that they have to deal with that. But they were just kids trying to car Jack with a fake empty gun. Anyone else would have given in but they just happened to go for you.

“Because I did so I did my slow loop & came back to your exit, & in the time after I’d checked the back mirror & unhooked my seatbelt to come & open the door he’d sprung up”

“But from where” Dave demands.

“I don’t fucking know Dave okay!” You snap back, a little too harshly.“Another door or behind a bin or over the fence, I don’t have a clue, but the car wasn’t stolen & we completed our mission”

“& to think I was…” Dave then pauses & rubs the back on his head his black beanie hat coming off as he does it. He the looks you up & down. You’re sat on his desk in your black skin tight leggins, black vest top & you still have your own beanie on. Your jacket hanging off the door.

“Say it Dave” he knows your as pissed at him as he is with you. You’ve used his first name twice now.

“No it will just piss you off even more”

“Well I’m already angry & moody so you may as well…”

“I was gonna fill out you application to get you license back!” He interrupted abruptly & the room falls silent, those words hanging in the air.

“Dave, you… you were what…” it a soft tone that leaves your mouth for the first time in about an hour.

“I was going to apply for you to be a full time assassin again.” He shrugs “but if your gonna get jumped by some kids maybe your not up for it, maybe you have lost your game & nerve” he’s rubbing his neck as he says this. His chest is heaving. That skin tight black tshirt is stuck to him. He’s taken off his Kevlar vest & is looking mighty fine, everything clearly defined, including the outline under his black cargo trousers.

“Dave I… I don’t know what to say, thank you & also fuck you for saying I have lost my nerve”

“Well if I’m honest…” his voice trembles “…I’m not sure I can have you being my handler anymore” that shocks you. You freeze, time stops, you don’t breath, your heart doesn’t pump. You eyes fill up.

“What!” You panic. This job means the world to you, if Dave doesn’t want you as his handler something must have happened. He stares at the floor. “You can’t just say that Dave & not fully expect me to understand without an…” you don’t get the word explanation out of your mouth. Dave marches across the office & grips your chin before his lips vigorously clash with yours. You lean on the desk, stuck in the spot, you minds tell you no for so many reasons but it only takes a second for your hand to trial down his side & rest of his hip. His own hands are holding & caressing your face. Kissing you like his life depended on it. You feel alive for the first time in a while at someone’s touch & you instantly feel arsoual taking over.

“Dave” you mumble as you push him back slightly. “We can’t, for so many reason. You’re my boss I’m your handler, I have a boyfriend you have…”

“When did he last make you cum?” He says bluntly.

“Erm…”

“Exactly” you aren’t wearing a belt his hand slides straight down your leggins under your panties & straight for your clit. He smirks that it is so slick. “Good girl” you gasp, as he calls you this the friction has started.

“Mmmmmm fuck” you moan before Dave’s lips find yours again, he nips a few times at your bottom lip while he sees to you, his tongue more than welcome inside your mouth.

“Dave… stop I’m gonna … i… I…”

“Let go sweetheart let Dave handle the situation for a change” you then feel two long fingers slip inside you & the friction is intense.

“Oooooohhhhhhh fucking fuck” you gush & cry as he makes you cum harder than you have done at any point in the last 3 months with Gus. He is delighted how quickly he got you off as you are perched there panting. “Fuck Dave, we we shouldn’t. Your married”

“It’s not technically cheating as long as I don’t cum inside you”

“What!?” You say in shock, before he lifts you up & he pulls you leggins & panties down in one movement, his eyes light up at the mess you have both made.

“Oooh fuck baby” he growls before he Burries his head between your thighs lapping away at the wetness dripping down.

“Dave stop”

“Why?”

“We shouldn’t”

“You really want me to stop? What does your body tell you?” He lifts his head as he removes your shoes so everything comes off from the waste down. It gives you a few second to think.

“My body is enjoying it & my head says I deserve it, but my heart…”

“Gus doesn’t deserve you, you’ve been miserable, let me take care of you”he says as he strips off his black skin tight tshirt. You know the man is Broad & well built but this is a feast for the eyes. You lick you lips expectantly.

“Wait…” you pause”how do you know my boyfriends name”

“You don’t wanna know” he says with a smirk before he unbuckles his belt. You’re not sure if you should move in pure fear or consent to your boss fucking you.

“Dave I…” but he grips your chin as his belt slides out through his other hand.

“Sweetheart the only words I want from you are your consent & your moans, don’t make me shut you up with this belt.” He hits the desk with the buckle. His eyes fully dilated full of desire. Those black cargo pants are not hiding his erection to well. you softly nod. “Vocally sweet heart “ your head is lifted more.

“Promise not to cum inside me”

“Promise, let’s get your uncorking situations sorted.” Dave’s lips meet yours again. He lifts you up & carries you to the sofa in his office. His hand gripping your arse so hard as the two of your mouths feast on each other. He lays you down & you go to shimmy off your top but Dave rips it if your body.

“I might have needed that Dave”

“Bollocks to it” the long noise of his fly unzipping has you rhything “ooh baby I don’t even have to touch you to see that body desperately craving a real man’s touch.” You fling your bra across the room. You no longer care that you are about to cheat on Gus. Your fantasy that you’ve had for the last 2 years is about to happen. Dave York your assassin your boss is about to fuck you until you can’t move.

As he drops his trousers & boxers your legs part more. The site of his long girthy penis sends shivers down your spine. He’s definately going to pinch.

“Impressed?” He says as he slips in between your thighs, he licks his fingers & they start to strum your sex making you moan.

“Fuck”

“God I’ve wanted to do this for a long time” he groans, as he teases your clit with his cock. The pre cum dripping mixing with your own arousal. “Gonna make you realise your worth sweetheart” he moans before he fully in one long deep push goes balls deep inside you first time.

“Oooh my god, fuck oooh fuck” you moan grabbing the grey sofa materials. The sting feels magnificent. You feel like any movement he makes your gonna cum straight away. He’s looking at your erect nipples on your breasts, your chest & tummy heathing, the little sweat beads forming on your head & then he slowly starts to move his penis out. “‘Mmmmmm ooooh”

“Take it that’s good”

“Fuck yesss Dave… oooh god” he slams in again & hits the spot, everything tingles & your senses are exploding.

“Does Gus do this?” He says as he does the same move again. You shake your head.

“No mmmmmm” you can’t stop moaning each time you mmm or ohhh Dave smirks. He’s getting naughty noises out of your mouth. He wondering would that small mouth of yours take his cock. How far could he ram it down your throat.

“Man doesn’t know how to make a woman feel good, doesn’t deserve ooooh fuck” Dave feels you clamp around him. Almost milking him if his seed at this early stage. “Hold off a bit longer sweetheart please” he lifts your leg & puts your left foot on his shoulder & then he finds his rhythm. He’s in the zone.

“Oooh my god god my god oooh fuck” you don’t know what you’re moaning. Even though Gus isn’t the best lover none of your other lovers or partners before him have felt this good. Dave’s working & rolling his body. The happy trail from his belly button down to the base of his length due to his hip action, is hypnotic. The man can move. He concentrating so much but you can also hear from his own moans that he is getting pleasure out of this too. “Oooh baby”

“Fuck oooh come on girl give it to me,” one arms stretches while another caresses your breasts. He wipes the sweat from his brow with the hand not holding your leg in place before he returns to your neglected clit. As the friction grows you can’t hold on anymore.

“OOoh shit shit shit” you cry “fuckkkkk” you scream as you climax, drenching Dave inside you. Dave look on in wonder as you scream, he’s sure people know he’s fucking you. He doesn’t care.He looks as you lie there spent but he’s not done yet.

“Oooh sweetheart we can do more than that” he says as he quickly withdraws then flips you onto your front.

“Fuck” you scream as he lies on top of you, his balls already banging as he’s deep inside you again. You go to turn your head to look at him but he pushes it into the sofa.

“Fuck your even tighter baby.” He snarls, his rhythm is unrelenting.”how bad is your boyfriend”

“Mmmmm” is all you can get out muffled as he fucks pounding away. He fees so good. You can feel the next orgasm approaching already.

“Fuck fuck fuck Dave” you groan, it leaks down your legs your cum, you know this sofa isn’t new but it’s going to have stains on now.

Dave’s a machine, fucking you hard for over an hour all sorts of positions. You enjoyed it each time he withdrew & covered your arse or belly in ropes of his cum. He was being true to his word. He wasnt cumming inside you. He didn’t care what you thought anymore & actually neither had you. He was giving you the pleasure you had craved for the last few months. Boring Gus with his very safe sex wasn’t going to cut it anymore.

As you bounced up & down in the cowgirl position, Dave licked his lips. You’d been exactly what he had hoped for. He knew what he was doing was wrong but with you being so willing to give it back to him he was enjoying pleasure too.

“Gonna cum once more for daddy” he asked, sweat covering his body.

“Mmmhmmm yes boss” you say still calling him the code name.

“Think you can handle me”

“I always do”

“That’s my girls” he slapped & then grabbed your arse cheek & this made you clamp around his cock so hard. It made him moan “fuck” he did it again & again. Each time you moved more, each time the slap was harder, each gasp you made was more erotic. He’s struggling to control his urge.

“Oooh Dave, more more more” if anyone was recording this it would be a blur At the pace he is going. He’s hitting the spot each time, your previous arousal leaking out. It’s too much. His moves, your pants, the way your boobs jiggle. You’re both gonna explode.

“Oooh fuck baby”

“Yes just like that” you whimper as he sticks two fingers in your arse, he’s not claimed that but it’s enough.”yes yes yes yessss yesss oooh fuck Dave!” You scream & cum, eyes rolling into the back in your head. Squeezing him with all your might.

“Oooooh fuck fuck fuck!” He cry’s, he can’t withdraw in time. He cums & fills you up, painting every inch of you. Both your slicks mixing together inside you “fuck yes” he growls before he kisses you firmly. Neither of you have realised what Dave has just done. Your both on a come down, slowly rocking into each other, panting & giggling in between kisses. Sweat from you dripping onto his chest. He sucks your left breast to calm down before he slowly & delicatly unseats you & puts you on the sofa as he goes into his desk drawer for some wet wipes, for you to both clean up. It’s only as he starts to wipe his dick, his face drops.

“We… oooh fuck” he stumbles upon his realisation.

“Yea we’ve both been unfaithful Dave”

“I’ve never cum inside someone before, other than a girlfriend or my wife, on missions I cum in their mouth or on their tits, why couldn’t I stop with you?”

“Well you did the first few goes…” he then abruptly interupts.

“Your on birth control right?” Your face drops it’s Friday you see the doctor. He freezes”you are right”

“My period ended yesterday & im getting my birth control shot on Friday” you say which is a partial lie, you begin ovulating tomorrow, Dave could have just got you pregnant. You both glaze over, Dave at the fact that he’s cheated after years of being “careful” with lots of targets for information & you for the fact that your Boss could have impregnated you. You both stay silent as you get dressed unsure what to say your relationship no longer the same. Once dressed you put on your jacket & do it up so that when you leave his office you aren’t just in your bra. You stand up & stroke his face.

“Is there anything else I can do for you mr York?” You say as if nothing haa changed but everything has. You sound sad.

“No, I’m all good” he doesn’t even make eye contact with you & you leave. You head straight to the women’s bathroom & throw up, sick to your stomach at what you just did, even though it made you feel to good.

You sit in Dave’s office on Monday morning waiting for him. You’d tried to work together on Thursday & Friday but it was awkward. The genie was out of the bottle, the dynamic different. You’d then been to the doctors & then spent the weekend assessing your life. You’d come to some decisions that would change a few things, but you thought it was best to be truthful with Dave first. When he walks in he’s shocked to see you waiting.

“Morning”

“Morning Mr York we need to talk” you say. Your sat on the sofa you consummated your passion on & Dave comes & sits beside you. He looks white. On the table by the sofa is both you coffees some paperwork & a little box. Dave looks at the long thin rectangular box suspiciously.

“Can I…” you nod & he unpacks the box. There is the pregnancy test you took before the doctors. He sighs deeply. “Thank god for that” he says looking at the negative test.

“I took a morning after pill to be safe as well Dave” you then hand him the envelope. “That’s for you too” Dave without hesitation opens the envelope. His head is still processing that you aren’t pregnant. It takes him a few minutes to realise. He grabs your knee straight away when the realisation hits.

“No!”

“No”

“I won’t allow it”

“What”

“Youre the best handler I’ve ever had, I can’t lose you, not over a couple of hours of sex”

“Dave… I”

“No you can’t, it’s stupid”

“Will you let me explain” you shout. Dave looks shocked. He’s never heard that tone before from you. “I spent the weekend thinking things over, I want to take my license again, I want to be an assassin, or at least a full time driver or back up & I want….” You gulp “& I want to do it with you” Dave’s face is stunned. His face then lights up & he hugs you.

“Ohhh really, you want to go back to this, you want us to be a team a real team”

“We always were a team Dave, I just need to stop living the safe life, see where I belong, get back to what I’m good at, I was holding myself back, but after that mission & then when it almost went wrong & the the rush & the passion, I can’t give that up”

“& Gus…” he asks

“Well let’s just say safe isn’t for me.”

“& I am” he asks raising an eyebrow, “you know I’m married right”

“I do Dave”I then smirk”but it’s not cheating unless you fill me up with cum” he laughs back at that.

“Naughty bitch” he scoff “you’ve got the grips of this whole situation havent you?”

“Isn’t it good to be the smartest person in the world?” You ask.

“I don’t know does it?” He can’t hold back & his plump lips crash either yours, his hand goes up your skirt & he’s amazed when he realises you aren’t wearing any underwear. “You tease” he says as that large flat thumb starts working your clit. You moan instantaneously.

“Only for you mr York, only you”

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splatoondetective · 11 months ago

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KOOPALING QUOTES PT 2 :>

Ludwig: Larry isn't answering his phone.

Morton: I'll call.

Ludwig: Wendy and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Larry: Hello?

Iggy: Why would you give a knife to a child?!

Pom pom: JR felt unsafe.

Iggy: Now I feel unsafe!

Pom pom: ...

Pom pom: Would you like a knife?

Lemmy: go big or go home.

Morton: p lea se for once in your life just go home. I'm begging you. go home.

Lemmy: I'm going big!

Boom boom: Look, I don't care about your past.

Boom boom: I don't care where are you from...

Boom boom: Whether you don't get along with your family...

Boom boom: Or even if you used to be a criminal.

Pom pom: *on the verge of tears*

Boom boom: BUT....

Boom boom: *voice deepens* If you EVER dare to touch my oreos again, you're dead.

Pom pom: You love me, right?

Boom boom: Sure?

Pom pom : What if I did something? Like really bad?

Boom boom: What did you do?

Pom pom: Are you sure you would still love me though?

Boom boom: Are my oreos gone?

Pom pom: Just ANSWER the question PLEASE!!!!!

Roy: truth or dare?

Ludwig: truth.

Roy: how many hours have you slept this week?

Ludwig: dare.

Roy: go to sleep.

Ludwig: I don't like this game.

Larry: You're giving me a sticker?

Morton: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a cat saying "me Wow!"

Larry: I'm not a damn preschooler.

Morton: Fine then I'll take it back.

Larry: No! I earned this, back off!!!!!

Roy: *gets a paper cut* OW! So of a bi-

Ludwig: Roy! gestures wildly to Jr* CHILDREN!

Roy: iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-iiiiis- cuit.... Son of a biscuit.... that's it.

Ludwig: Nice save!

Roy: Yeah, fuckin nailed it.

Ludwig: Wh-? Roy!

Wendy: Hey Pom, have you ever been in love?

Pom pom: ...once.

Wendy: Really? How did it end?

Pom pom: *looking at Ludwig* It hasn't.

Morton: What's the easiest way to steal a man's wallet?

Pom pom: Knife to the throat?

Roy: Gun to the back?

Iggy: Poison in his cup?

Morton: You're all horrible.

Roy: YOUR THE ONE WHO ASKED!?!?!

Iggy: How did he die?

Wendy: Natural causes.

Iggy: You pushed him off the roof.

Wendy: Gravity is natural on this planet.

Ludwig: there's always a light at the end of the tunnel.

Lemmy: it's usually an oncoming train.

Ludwig: could you just try not to kill my vibe for five fucking seconds!

Ludwig: I got 98/100. I failed. I'm just going to go cry in a corner.

Pom pom: I got 89/100 but I put a death threat in the margin and now I have 93.

Lemmy: I got 69. *giggles*

Wendy: I did the best, that I can do-* gets test back* 96 BITCHES WHOOP!!!!

Morton: Wow, Iggy and Lemmy are being really quiet today.

Ludwig: Yeah, it's quite nice actually.

Morton: ...

Ludwig: ...

Morton: We should probably check on them.

Ludwig: Immediately.

Pom pom: I'm upset and nothing can cheer me up.

Wendy: *brings Ludwig into the room* Nothing?

Pompom: *fighting back a smile* Damn it.

Wendy: Must you always attack me with words?

Lemmy: Should I use rocks?

Ludwig: *sees a group of people doing something stupid*

Ludwig: God, what fools.

Ludwig: *realizes it's Roy, Wendy and Larry*

Ludwig: Wait those are MY fools!

#i did not come up with this #I just found it okkkk #koopalings #pom pom #wendy o koopa #ludwig von koopa #lemmy koopa #iggy koopa #larry koopa #roy koopa #morton koopa jr

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staycalmandhugaclone · 1 year ago

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Unhinged ask:

Vacationer types - which are TBB boys?

and/or

TBB with an SO that is inquisitive, always asking or wanting to learn.

ty 🌑

I’ll be honestly: I wasn’t entirely sure what you meant by “vacationer types.” I shall shamelessly admit to googling it, which, in fact, did not help, so we’re going based on the first link I read: the planner, the relaxer, the adventurer, the budgeter, and the documentor.

Let’s go in a less common order! (Also, this is post TBB series + a happy ending. I feel like things would be quite a bit different before and during the show)

Wrecker - The Adventurer! (Is anyone surprised?) It’s a vacation, not a mission! If he wants to go explore that shop or this dark and dubious tunnel, all planning goes out the window!

Having an inquisitive SO only spurs this impulse, much to Hunter’s chagrin. If they point out something that catches their eye, Wrecker’s the first to check it out. He may not innately have answers to their questions, but he’s more than willing to make an effort to enable them to try to figure it out themselves – to a point. He may get bored and start wandering if the subject in question isn’t particularly interactive.

Crosshair – The Relaxer – His favorite part of beach trips is plopping into a hammock and listening to the ruckus his brothers cause nearby. It’s rare for him to have that kind of peace. Alone, things would be too quiet; he’d be too exposed, but with the sounds of splashing waves and feigned rage, he’s able to truly relax in a way that’s been robbed from him for years.

He’ll entertain an inquisitive partner for a time, but eventually, he’ll grab them and haul them onto the hammock with him with a barely audible “shh,” eager to share that rare, treasured stillness with them.

Hunter – The Planner – He’s spent his entire life working toward perfecting strategies that literally meant the difference between life and death for his brothers. Those habits aren’t quick to fade and resurface a bit too intensely during vacations. It didn’t take long for his brothers to break him of meticulous itineraries, but he still has Tech research possible dangers and goes through excessive planning to account for each one.

An SO that’s prone to asking numerous questions was initially overwhelming as he strove to maintain some degree of control over his uncooperative family, but, as he slowly comes to accept that things aren’t going to go terribly wrong if he isn’t there to supervise, those endless questions become a welcome distraction even if he often times has no answer to offer.

Tech – The Documentor – …is… is anyone surprised by this? Anyone? He’s literally been documenting everything already, and the chance to visit a new planet without some lingering responsibility dominating their actions? That’s a dream come true! He spends the entire time studying everything from unique cultures to foreign flora and fauna, and happily recants his newly acquired knowledge with anyone near enough to listen.

The more questions his SO asks, the happier he gets! The man will talk himself hoarse. It’s a problem, but he’s so damn cute and passionate – it’s one of the easiest ways to get him to smile.

Echo – The Budgeter – After the first few trips, he started planning two budgets: the one he shared with the others and the one he’d actually prepared. It was the only way to keep from spending every credit they had as expenses inevitably exceeded what should have been enough. Now, he merely sighs dramatically when someone splurges on an impulse buy, but the chance for everyone to truly unwind and enjoy themselves is well worth it.

Like Hunter, he was initially too focused on trying to keep the others reined in, so answering numerous questions was met with distracted replies followed by heart-felt apologies. As things calmed down, however, he was all-too happy to fall into an endless conversation, discussing whatever curiosity their SO was taken with rather than trying to merely offer a direct answer. It becomes a gentle, calming routine and a lovely excuse to pull them just a bit closer so neither have to talk loudly to be heard over the others.

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#unhinged asks #they need a vacation #but first they need a couple vacations to learn how to vacation #star wars #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #tbb #tbb headcanons #hunter #tbb hunter #crosshair #tbb crosshair #echo #tbb echo #arc trooper echo #tech #tbb tech #wrecker #tbb wrecker

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infoglitch · 2 years ago

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The rose reaper and her shining dork knight: tunnel vision of love

(Yes this is a Lancaster post. Does this conflict with the fact I ship white knight. No. Because I wanna write something cute. So fuck you I'm doing this.

Very sorry for the horrible characterization. It's been a while since I've seen rwby. Anyway enjoy motherfuckers.)

Jaune was sitting in his dorm cleaning of crocea mors as Nora and ren had gone of to gods knows where. Leaving jaune on his bed humming to himself as he finished the cleaning process before grabbing the sheath and placing away his sword. Then the door bust opens as a groan was heard as none other than ruby rose walked in as her face was plastered with a look of exhaustion.

Jaune: hey crater face how you feeling.

Ruby walked to his bed before face planting on it as she let out a loud muffled yell.

Jaune: oh that's not good. Wanna talk about it.

Ruby looked at him as she nodded before jaune picked her up and placed her on the opposite end of the end of the bed.

Jaune: so what's the big thing.

Ruby: it's yang. Ever since her and Blake got all buzz buzz-

Jaune: buzz buzz? What's that supposed to mean.

Ruby: yang and blake had this combo attack I called bumblebee so now that their dating I've been calling their little moments buzz's.

Jaune: so it's just a joke referencing an old attack name. yeah now I see why yang always made puns. No offense rubes.

Ruby: none taken. But my point is. Now that their all buzz buzz and now that Salem's been taken down. Those two barely pay attention to anything else except each other.

Jaune: remember ruby their only a recent couple. Love can sometimes put people in a state of tunnel vision. To busy running to the one thing they want they cant see anything else. But now I ask why is this bugging you?

Ruby: ok so me, yang, Weiss, and Blake were chase down some grimm that were terrorizing a town and the grimm were obviously disorganized because ya know their queens dead. So it was easy right?

Jaune: and I know where this is going. Let me guess yang was being stupid and flirting with Blake. Causing atleast one grimm to good knock in. Right?

Ruby nodded profusely as jaune sighed before pulling ruby in and hugged her small frame.

Jaune: people tend to have tunnel vision when in love rubes. Remember how I was in beacon?

Ruby thought back to the old days of beacon before snickering as she remembered that one time jaune showed up to team rwbys dorm with a guitar all just to ask out Weiss.

Ruby: yeah you were pretty dumb back then. Not gonna lie I probably would've been left speechless if you did that for me.

Ruby looked at jaune with her silver eyes peering Into him with a soft gentle gaze.

Ruby: but I am happy for yang. Those two seem great together. Even if it's an pain in the butt to deal with them being dumb dumbs.

Jaune: that's just love rubes. That's just love.

The two stared at each other before pressing their foreheads together as they just stay there. Content with everything. Before a low growl could be heard from ruby's stomach as the two look down at her stomach before looking at each other.

Jaune: let's get something to eat. My treat.

Ruby: it better be vomit boy~.

Jaune: pfft. Ah shut it crater face.

(sorry this was so damn short I just wanted to make something because Im bored. And I felt like being basic. Anyway I'm gonna get put on a pike now because I'm pretty sure a few people are going to be hunting my head. See you all when I bring more garbage writing. to your front door.)

(god I stayed up way too late I can feel death getting ready to crawl up my spine and suck my- no. This ain't Wattpad.)

#rwby lancaster #lancaster #jaune arc #rwby #ruby x jaune #rose reaper and her dork knight.

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diantheia · 5 months ago

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I really enjoy the tropes you use in your fics, love a good exciting escape attempt. Now that the mines are out, it's got me thinking

Imagine going through all this trouble to get away from your captor partner in the hotel, only to end up fighting through somewhere even worse. And whoever is looking for you is extra worried bc the mines are so, so dangerous for a little human! There's gloombats and grumbles and bad air and flooded tunnels!

For example, imagine figure fighting a grumble that's trying to eat ya, because I'd really want to see who wins.

Or trying to escape Seek, and making it all the way to 200. It would be both terrifying and frustrating to get caught there of all places. Dam Seek ain't fucking around

I don't mind fluff, but some of the tropes are a bit over done and, well, doors is a horror game, so really darker themes are more appropriate and accurate to the source material.

And you are completely right, the partner would be mad frantic! I mean, not only are there more threats, but the other entities are much more aggressive here than in the hotel, and those beasts don't appreciate the fine things in life, like keeping a pet having a loving partner! Why would you do this, not just to them, but yourself! So selfish! You should just let yourself be snatched back up and taken to the hotel once more; so much cosier there, isn't it? If you're real nice when you apologise for all the hassle and heart ache you caused, you might even get a bigger room this time! So generous!

Figure vs Grumble? Eh, that could go either way… but look at them! Your saviour! Despite you trying to run away… As a small fun fact, I actually planned at first to have the reader in 'Always there for you' ask Screech to mention them to the Grumble queen so that when they get into the mines, if they couldn't escape the world they're in, they could at least take sanctuary under the Grumble queen. I dropped this detail because it was kinda redundant seeing as the reader was not going to escape in the end. But damn the reader could have become the Grumble queen's ward or something lmao.

#roblox doors #my fics #I don't have much to say about Seek the answer is yes #Seek would not fuck around

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hexpea · 1 year ago

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Ch. 12 - A Painful Memory

"Get your answers?" Satoru asked as you emerged from Tengen's residence.

"In a way," you chuckled, smiling up at Satoru as you ascended the stairs. "Let's get back to Suguru."

"Ooo, are you two lovers now?" Satoru asked playfully as the two of you began your trek through the tunnel. He had thrown his arm around your shoulder with a clown-like grin on his face.

"Satoru," you grumbled.

"What?! I'm just curious," Satoru laughed defensively. "Suguru's been through a lot. He deserves happiness, so...I just want to make sure he gets it one way or another."

You lightened up a bit at Satoru's resolve. "If you must know, we are working on it," you mumbled quietly.

"Working on it?!" He laughed again, his voice booming through the tunnel. "What's that mean?"

"We...said that we love each other last night," you continued to keep your voice low, unsure if you should really be spreading this information to Satoru. The guy seemed like a loud mouth to you.

"That's huge!" Satoru celebrated. "Good for you two!"

"Sure," you blushed and looked away as the two of you continued, now approaching another set of stairs. "I just wonder how Suguru truly feels. I mean, he's the one who said it first but with the stuff you told me about and the stuff I just learned...it feels a whole lot more complicated than just an 'I love you.'"

"Wow, he said it first," Satoru's voice settled down, genuinely impressed at Suguru's bravery in that regard. "I'm sure he feels that for you 100%!"

You laughed at Satoru's demeanor. "It's not necessarily that I doubt that. There's just a lot that I've learned about just now that I need to talk to him about."

"Oh, got it," he nodded with a confident, close-lipped smile. "I'll butt out...for now."

Back at Suguru's apartment was your chance to speak to him about things. You especially wanted to learn more about what he went through those ten years ago.

"Alright," Suguru placed his bag on the dining room table with a smile, "now are you gonna' tell me about your meeting with Tengen?" You had withheld the information at school when he asked about it, knowing that you were instead going to ask about sensitive information.

"I learned a lot," you smiled, plopping down on the sofa. Suguru came and joined you, giving you a funny look as you didn't continue speaking. "I wanted to ask," you finally spoke, "about what happened ten years ago." Suguru shifted in his seat, visibly uncomfortable. "Satoru already told me a good chunk of it. I want to know what this Toji guy said to you to make you want to kill an entire village."

Suguru swallowed hard and looked away as he searched for the answer. "I had always lived under the philosophy that the strong should protect the weak -- the strong being jujutsu sorcerers and the weak being those without jujutsu."

"Right," you encouraged him to continue as you noticed he trailed off. It was clearly something painful for him to recall.

"It was a series of events, one after the other, that caused me to...lose my mind," he took a deep breath. "First, Riko was killed in front of me...just after I promised her freedom," he lingered on that thought for a moment, attempting to keep the tears he had at bay. "Shortly after, one of my underclassmen, Yu Haibara, was killed."

"But clearly what Toji said to you after Riko was killed was some sort of catalyst," you inquired again. "Gojo said that he said something to you and you weren't the same after that."

"Right," Suguru nodded. You watched as his pupils dilated in fear, reliving the moment. You almost felt guilty, but you needed to know. "He damn near killed me...and as I lay on the brick floor bleeding out," he paused, hearing the words over and over in his head like a curse, "he said, 'you with your blessings...lost to a monkey like me who can't even use jujutsu.' And the thing was...he wasn't even wrong."

The memory must have been incredibly vivid for him to remember what the man had said to him word for word. You waited patiently for Suguru to relax after reliving the memory.

"After that and Haibara's death, I was sent out to a village. I was already feeling...off. When I got there, they had two...little...girls in a cage." You could see him visibly grind his teeth as he spoke about these girls. "They had abilities and the people there were...afraid of them...so they locked them away and I just...couldn't let them get away with it." He balled up his fists, clearly something was boiling within him.

"Okay...Suguru," you began to panic, grabbing his hands that sat in his lap. You hoped that your asking hadn't just set him back a few years in recovery. "What happened after that?" You hoped that if he remembered the resolution it would calm him back down.

"I wanted to kill them...all of them...right then and there," his voice was low, nearly growling, as he continued the story. "But something inside of me was holding me back...it was almost like some kind of voice reminding me that I had something to hold onto..." his eyes widened as he described it. "And then I got a phone call...from Satoru," Suguru chuckled, coming out of his induced rage, "checking up on me. I wound up telling him that I needed his help. He came out and finished the job for me."

"What happened to the village, then?" You wondered. "There had to be consequences for doing that to children."

Suguru nodded. "Yeah, there was a trial and everything. The right people were brought to justice. Yaga has been taking care of the girls...Nanako and Mimiko are their names."

"Oh! Aren't those the two in Satoru's first year class with Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji?" You asked excitedly.

"Yeah," Suguru smiled at you. "They're great, they're doing great." He paused to ruminate in his feelings for just a moment. When he had his moment, he looked back up at you. "Now are you going to tell me what Tengen told you?"

"Um, yes," you blushed, "I'm not immortal after all. They think it's either something Kenjaku did or something Sengoku did."

"Oh..." Suguru blinked in surprise. "You mean like a curse or something?"

You nodded, "if it's your grandfather, then it's a curse. The notebook..." You needn't explain any further.

"Got it," Suguru flattened his lips in guilt and nodded. "What about Kenjaku?"

"Tengen thinks that Kenjaku has my original body. That maybe because they're using it now I was awakened; that the soul is dormant within the body while they use it but because I can separate my...soul from my body, I can be here," you did your best to keep your explanation concise.

"And when Kenjaku's done with it then you'll be..." Suguru connected the dots.

"Dead," you finished the sentence for him.

"Then we need to find them," Suguru stood up. "We need to find them and put and end to them, figure out how to break the binding vow without killing you."

"But how?" You shrugged. "Breaking a binding vow always comes with a consequence, usually equal in severity. So a life for a life...right?"

Suguru stared at you. He felt trapped once again, this time jujutsu his enemy. He balled his hands into fists and stayed frozen, unable to figure out what the next move should be.

"I mean, we can just try and rely on your grandfather's curse being the reason I'm here," you smiled weakly. "But at the end of the day, I just need to come to terms that I'm not actually permanent here."

"I can't lose you, Y/N," Suguru sat back down and squeezed your hands. "I can't, not again."

What he said was pure accident. For 'Suguru' there was no again, it was further proof that Tengen's assumptions were correct.

"Suguru, you were born in 1990, right?" Your voice was small. He nodded. "So that means you're 28 years old, right?" He nodded again. (AN: Queue Bo Burnham voice: "Yeah, I was born in 1990.")

"I don't get where you're going with this," he chuckled softly, slightly shaking his head in a bit of confusion.

"Tengen said something to me before I left," you started nervously, "that he could sense Sengoku's energy...for at least the past 28 years."

Suguru started with a giggle. That giggle slowly turned into a chuckle and finally into a boisterous laugh. He wiped away a stray tear before he began speaking. "Are you trying to tell me that you think I'm my grandfather reincarnated?"

You stared at him silently as if to confirm. Suguru's face dropped. "Is it really that crazy to believe? If I might be here because of a curse that he caused...for us to be reborn together in another life?" Suguru continued staring at you in disbelief, jaw tensing and releasing repeatedly. "Think about it, Suguru," you continued, "all of the coincidental moments where you've felt like you were remembering something... Is it really all that crazy?"

He thought about it for a few more seconds with an expression of complete awe on his face. His eyes slowly met yours. You squeezed his hands back, a bit tighter than he had, with a desperate look to return his.

"I guess it's not," he admitted carefully.

With his admission, you let yourself collapse into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck. He slowly wrapped his around your waist, pulling you closely the longer the embrace last as if he were coming to terms with the idea of reincarnation. It all just felt too good to be true.

"But we still have the issue of Kenjaku," Suguru mumbled. "They took you away, so they have you in one way or another." The two of you pulled away from one another and he stared at you seriously. "I don't want to randomly lose you one day because Kenjaku decides to pull the plug. Even if that means we have to...capture them or something, keep them tied up until we grow old."

"But that's the thing," you shook your head sadly. "If Kenjaku's the real reason I'm here, I won't grow old. I'm technically dead already. You would grow old and I'd be...frozen. I think we may need to take a leap of faith..."

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Listening to TMA for the first time (Part VII)

Part I II III IV V VI

81-100

#81 A Guest for Mr. Spider: Ok, that was an interesting way to begin the season for sure. I do like the narrative that John has always been surrounded by these Entities, just out of reach until one day he won't be. Barely managing to get away time after time until he fulfills his purpose I guess? Anyway, good to know that Leitner books can take anyone away as long as they are able to read, no age requirement necessary. And I'm sorry John but I didn't doubt for a second that you were an annoying child (like outside the autistic coded aspect, or maybe it’s just that huh)

#82 The Eyewitnesses: Damn no wonder she doesnt go around sharing the origin of her nickname. It's so interesting to get to see more of Elias, up until now he's been just kinda doing his own thing, not really helping anyone too much. He can arrange for the CO2 cans but not security cameras, just decides to give John the key to the tunnels, only intervenes with the others when tension is too high. Is he like a manifestation of the Eye? He can tell your life story from a glance or at least when youve encountered the supernatural, knows everything about the Institute and its employees, and I'm sure will have something to do with John coming back to the archives. Weird guy. Also maybe he was the one to turn on the recorder? Or is it just sentient?

#83 Drawing a Blank: Ah ok so if I understand them the Stranger is anything that isnt quite human, just a bit off, just a bit uncanny. But is it enough that they are uncanny or do they need to take the place of someone? Or are those two different things/beings? Also may I just mention how nice of Georgie to let John stay at her house, and how gratefull they should be that John never takes about his other connections? friends??

#84 Possesive: Oh really can't trust Elias even a little bit anymore can we? Poor Martin with no way of knowing what he might do to anyone can't even warn Melanie properly. Hope we get to hear when Tim finds out and they should also really read her in on what they've gathered so far. I like her and wanted to see more of her, but not like this. Although I have to saw I'm not actually surprised, it felt like it was building up to it, maybe cause she was in the Institute so much it claimed her? Oh and what is that "to whoever is listening"? If they're just records then it's not completely unusual that who reads them switches, why the need to point it out? narrative reasons maybe but feels a bit obvious.

#85 Upon the Stairs: I think all of the possibly perspectives to look at the statements John has recieved are valid. Michael is dangerous. Many were once people but can't go back in a sense. And I'm sure they are sent by someone in the Archives, like Elias maybe? Love that John can interact like "normal" people with someone, can make a joke about a guy your friend is gonna date.

#86 Tucked In: I find it quite funny that both Martin and Tim are not confortable making statements for whatever reason, maybe because it's something only The Archivist does or just the general situation. This does go with my headcannon that John can give it that extra emphasis and feeling because he's the Head Archivist, kinda like Elias in a way. Although Melanie was quite good, love how she's still hesitant to believe the whole thing. And nice of her to agree to meet John, and of course he's paranoid enough to record just out in the world.

#87 The Uncanny Valley: wow, that was a dense episode. So this poor man encountered the operation by which these things wear human faces (like the mannequin at the store, the humans stuffed with saw dust, maybe even changelings), which is run by I Do Not Know You. They want to carry out the Unknowing, in collaboration with the Lightless Flame. Those are th ones seen with Agnes who could burn things and maybe the delivery guys??? The woman that had accompanied Agnes more closely is Jude Perry. Still a ton of questions: is the Devastion and the Unkowing the same? Have we encountered Jude Perry in a statement before? Who is Orsinov and is he related to the circus? Why is the circus now stalking John? And can someone please give Georgie and explanation and a medal for being such a good friend.

#88 Dig: Damn so it's the same calliope, how did they get a hold of it? Was it Elias? Did the Eye just kinda facilitated it to the circus? Also love how unsettled they all seem when they finish reading statements, nvm just John, the institute just kinda gives them the ability to really tell it how it is. I'm guessing Melanie was asking around because she's helping John. Weird that they don't remember the statement about the calliope, maybe they really just do some research but don't really read the statements.

#89 Twice as Bright: that was so cool!!! finally an insight into the Lightless Flame, kind how that lot feels, a bit of how the Eye also works. Also interesting how Perry says that it will consume you if you don't feed it. So maybe Gertrude investigating into things fed it and she was only killed because Elias deemed it so. So maybe John having like something to investigate is making him more stable??? And nice to know that John has an actual ability, weird as it may be. But also is there gonna be anything left of him by the end??? Scars from worms, burnt hand, what's next?

#90 Body Builder: I'm still wondering (maybe I'm slow on picking it up) is the tape just pressing itself whenever someone enters the room???

#91 The Coming Storm: web imagery but that's not the main thing obviously. Good to see John finally starting to learn what he can do, but still not enough John. So Daisy just goes around trying to kill the manifestation of entities? And hoefully that's not the last of Mike we see, it was nice to see how he operates. And would that work? Sure John is the Archivist but Elias is still part of the Institute, the Eye, who could triumph over the other? Or maybe just a stillmate? omg only when i listened to the next did I really understand that John was strangled, he's really just gonna be scars by the end of this.

#92 Nothing besides remains: well thanks Elias I guess for explaining most of those things. So Daisy will remain basically hired muscle for when Elias wants to, Basira is now tied to the Institute, indeed Elias has near unlimited power for aything pertaining the Eye but needs things to naturally develope so it doesn't interfere (or something??? so that it goes with the nature of the Eye i guess), John is back to work and will continue to slowly investigate more on this Unknowing ritual to stop the world from ending basically. What a good buildup to all of this it was, still hoping we'll see more of Michael, sure Elias doesn't like him but more because its a loose canon.

#93 Contaminant: well don't just leave it at that Georgie, give John a statement. Was she one of its victims?? Also I really hope that John manages to keep a nice normal friend outside the Archives, though I'm not hopeful. At least I hope nothing happens to the Admiral.

#94 Dead Woman Walking: I knew I would eat my words about Georgie being normal as soon as the last episode ended but still, damn. Well at least she's still alive and can maybe understand John so there's that. And yes John they have already told you that it still takes some effort, both Mike and Elias said that i believe, at least Elias, you're the Archivist now learn to listen and process.

#95 Absent Without Leave: Poor Martin, can't even have a breakdown in peace, but yeah it sounds like Basira that she would just stroll along, that's been her life since she's been sanctioned anyway.

#96 Return to Sender: Good to know that John still has a ways to go before he really gets how to compel. So he still needs to learn what to ask, how to ask and that his questions can give them as many answers as he gets. So now the Mimic thing knows that the Skin is loose somewhere or at least that the Archivist doesn't know where it is.

#97 We All Ignore the Pit: not a big surprise, but nice to know that the things that are mimics are the same at the circus. Weird to want that skin but okay to each their own. I just hope Orsinov didn't use Georgie's or the Adminal's voice box. Again John really is the punching bag of the entities

#98 Lights Out: oh Melanie, please be careful, i really like you. Hope John can come back soon so that poor Martin can stop reading statements, it kinda takes even more out of him than it usually does John. Good to know the Eye just kinda records whenever it can and wnats to. I understand how frustrating it must be Tim but it still recorded a conversation, get used to it.

#99 Dust to Dust: I think I'm starting to understand the running joke of "you look away for a second and John has been kidnapped again". Well that doesn't sound good for him, wonder if anyone will notice him or what they'll do to him. Give him a break you things, hes basically new to the whole thing, even Perry said it took her a while to understand.

#100 I Guess You Had To Be There: so you can really tell when John doesn't show up at work I guess. So which Lukas is that? Is that the fiancé? Or the one at sea? Or maybe they're the same, I'll be honest I have difficulty retaining the names. Even if they were all over the place the stories do bear resemblance to known entities: Agnes, the thing about the tunnels and the spider thing.

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