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hockeyboysimagines · 17 days ago

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Summer Heat

Pairings: Matt Rempe x Female reader

I know I said I’d never write for him, but I’m trying something new for the new year. He’s grown on me, and I wanted to shake up my blog a little bit. Please be nice. I’m treading unfamiliar waters here.

Let me know what you guys think!

Warnings: Drug consumption(weed), mentions of drinking, skinny dipping, nudity, kissing, sex, references to sex

The music was pounding so loud it was making your chest hurt as you made your way through the house, sidestepping a puddle of liquid you hoped was alcohol and left the kitchen. Sweaty bodies of people you’d known for years were laughing, dancing, toasting and doing keg stands in every corner of the room and you smiled a little as you watched it.

Summer was arguably the best time of the year here at home. Everyone was suddenly free of plans and responsibilities, and parties erupted at the drop of a hat. What had started as a casual hangout with just a few people had evolved into a rager and you were having a great fucking time.

“Hey!” You turned in time to receive a giant ass slap from Darcy, your best friend as she came up behind you “I’ve been looking for you for ages. Where were you?”

“In the bathroom…” you trailed off, reaching in your pocket and glancing over your shoulder as you pulled out a joint, twirling it between your fingers “Wanna take a walk.”

“Hell yeah I do come on.” She followed you out the back door and off the deck, weaving in and out of people and heading past the rows of cars till you reached your own and the two of you huddled behind it.

You gripped it between your fingers as she flicked the lighter and lit it. The embers glowed bright orange in the darkness as you took a drag, inhaling and handed it to her so she could do the same. As she took her own hit and blew out the cloud of smoke you heard a voice.

“DEA hands up.”

You both turned, joint still in her hand and came face to face with a waist, eyes moving up till they landed on a face. A familiar face.

Matt Rempe.

“Damn. I think you got taller.” You said with a small laugh and a cough.

“Nah that’s just the weed talking.” He said with a chuckle, stretching an arm out and tapping his fingers together at the blunt. Darcy passed it to him and let out a long exhale of smoke.

“I didn’t know you were back.” She said glancing over at you.

Your relationship with him was weird. While you were pretty good friends, it had always been on the verge of something else. It would become intensely flirtatious for several days and then fizzle out. Each time it happened it got flirtier and filthier than the last and Darcy swore this time was when it was going to blossom, and then nothing happened. When he returned home, and you saw him again, both of you acted like it never happened the next time you saw him. It wasn’t even a situationship. More like a flirtationship. You’d never even kissed the guy, though you wanted to, but at this point it had been going on since highschool and it was getting a little bit old. Either he liked you or he didn’t, but days of flirting and then nothing at 22 was just annoying. After the last time, in which several photos and vulgarities had been exchanged and then he faded out of your life, again, you swore to Darcy over a Vodka Cranberry, that you were done with him romantically, sexually and flirtatiously forever. Realistically though, the three of you had the same circle of friends so it wouldn’t be possible to avoid him forever. Sooner or later you would have to see him. You had just hoped it wouldn't be this soon.

“Yeah aren’t you supposed to be in jail or something?” You said with a snarky smile. You weren’t saying it to be funny. You were saying it to be rude and Darcy knew it based on the small giggle she let out. You weren’t about to tell him you’d been keeping tabs on his season, but you had. He’d made quite the impression when he hit the NHL and it was impossible to not see him all over the internet. You would be lying if you hadn’t watched him fighting online multiple times. Even if he lost, it was totally hot.

But you would never EVER tell him that.

“Nah they can’t catch me.” He mumbled, joint between his lips as he took a drag. He blew out the smoke glancing up at the sky and then at you “So what’s up with you? I haven’t heard from you in like 5 months.” He swatted an ash off the end of it before he handed it back to Darcy.

“Maybe there’s a reason for that.” You said crossing your arms. Darcy glanced between you and cleared her throat, extinguishing the end of the joint and putting it in her pocket.

“I need to pee. I’ll be back…later.” She sent you a small smile and an arm squeeze as she walked past you “Good to see you Matt.” She called over her shoulder as she made her way up the front yard.

“So?” He asked again “What’s up?” He was looking at you expectantly and you weren’t really sure what he wanted. He knew why he hadn’t heard from you, he just wanted to hear you say it.

You shrugged “Nothing really. Just doing my own thing.”

He frowned “So that means we can’t talk?”

“No. It just means that I’m not waiting around for your week of flirting and dirty talk and then nothing anymore. I’m too old for that and it’s getting tiring.”

He looked clueless “I didn’t know it was a problem. And what dirty talk?” He said with a chuckle.

You rolled your eyes “It’s not. But either you like me or you don’t at this point. And come on. How is “I’m going to bend you over and fuck you stupid” not dirty talk?”

Even in the darkness you could see his face turn red and he coughed “Do you think I would flirt with you if I didn’t like you? That’s dumb.” He said leaning down so he was almost at eye level with you.

“Nice aversion. Yeah? Then I guess I’m dumb.” You turned away, annoyed, but he caught you by the elbow, and turned you back around.

“Woah whoa whoa. Why didn’t you just like…ask me.” He was smiling a little “If you wanted to know that’s all you had to do. I thought we could talk about stuff like that.”

“I don’t know. I just felt like if you did you would have made it clearer than just random flirting now and again. You’ve been home. You never made a single attempt to get together while you were here and now you’ve just appeared at a party and I didn’t even know you were home.”

He nodded “Okay. That’s fair. Sorry I guess I just didn’t think you wanted anything out of it.”

“And if I did?” You said raising your chin “Want something?”

He glanced down at your feet and then all the way up, before his eyes landed back on your face and realization lit his eyes up like a lightbulb. Talk about dumb. You leaned forward a little bit, motioning for him to come closer. His lips were almost touching yours when you leaned your head back and stepped away from him, pulling your elbow from his grip.

“I think I’m going to go swimming.” You turned on your heel, making your way down to the lake as quickly as possible to beat him there, knowing he was following, but also forgetting he was a real life giraffe and would likely be right on your heels.

“Wait hey what-“ he called from behind you, but you weren’t waiting around for him to question you further.

You hurried down the crude rock steps, the only sound being the music as it grew more faint and the slap of your flip flops against the ground as you neared the water. It was probably terribly cold, and there was nothing sexy about lake water, but it would have to do for now. Your entire body felt hot and sweaty and you needed to cool down. Plus you had almost kissed him and then chickened out so you needed to actually go swimming now to cover it up and make it seems like you were being coy. The weed had kicked in by now and the edges of your brain felt fuzzy as you neared the water, a haze coming down over your eyes and in an instant your chi was centered and you felt relaxed enough to let your guard down.

As you reached the edge, and kicked your shoes off you turned to find him halfway down the bank.

“Hey how are we going to go swimming if-“ but the words died on his tongue as you looked him in the eye and pulled your shirt over your head and kicked your shorts off, leaving you completely naked. He stood open mouthed, frozen mid step as his eyes loved all the way down to your feet and back up.

“Answer your question?” You called as you hurried into the water, praying to every god imaginable that no one else had seen you besides him. You made it a point to only be naked in front of a limited number of people and as Darcy had seen you naked countless times, and now Matt, two people at one party was enough. The water was frigid and the only thing that kept you from screaming was the fact that your body was on fire from the near kiss and your strip show just seconds prior. What was in that joint. Whatever it was disappeared as the shock of the cold water had sent you straight back into sobriety.

You were already chest deep in the water by the time he reached the waters edge and you turned your back while he undressed, scrunching your eyes shut from the cold before turning around to find he’d paused, shirt half off.

“So you rip your clothing off and then don’t want to watch me do the same? What gives?”

“It’s not fair that you get a great view and I get an average one now is it?” You said turning away from him, legs kicking under the water.

He made a noise of indignation from the bank and then mumbled something too quiet for you to hear. You heard him wade into the water but didn’t turn around until the splashing quieted. When you did, he was waist deep watching as you swam around.

“I can’t figure you out.” He said after a moment, moving forward a little bit.

“What’s the figure out?” You tipped your head back and closed your eyes, gently moving your legs so you were almost floating. The water in your ears was drowning out the music from the party behind you, and the moon was shining down on the water, catching each ripple as it came off of your body moving gently in the water.

“Well I don’t know but you almost just kissed me up there, stripped, now you won’t even look at me. Is this a test?” He asked wading in deeper. He looked confused and for a second you almost felt bad but then you remembered your whole relationship with him was confusing and the pity went away.

“If it was you’d be failing.”

He was closer now, almost up to his shoulders in the water, circling around you like a shark “So you like me right?”

“What makes you think that?” You asked turning to watch him as he made his way in a circle. You stayed low in the water, the end of your ponytail just touching the surface, careful to keep all your vital parts covered.

He looked down at the water and then back up and smiled “I mean. You are naked under there so.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Your legs were burning from treading water and you were hopeful the slimy thing that had just touched your ankle was a fish. Playing coy naked and cold was no easy feat “Darcy’s seen me naked before. That doesn’t make you special.”

“Really?” He said appreciatively eyebrows raised “But you didn’t almost kiss her….wait. Did you?

You shrugged and made a face “I’ll never tell.” As you turned to swim away, you felt an arm slide around your waist and hold you in place. He wasp ressed against you from behind, and any chill you had was gone now. He slid a hand across your waist, and turned you to face him.

The kiss was slow, wet, sloppy and a little bit awkward as he pulled you closer, wet hands and limbs sliding against eachother as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling yourself up to reach him. Kissing him was weird after the build up over the years. Though it was all your expected it to be, you felt like things just weren’t right.

After a moment he pulled away, and looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“That was-“

“Yeah.” You answered, arms still around his shoulders. He had a large hand on either side of your waist and he chewed on his lip.

“Should we try again? You know. For science.”

You giggled and then shivered a little but nodded “Okay. For science.”

When he kissed you again, it was different. It was like you’d figured eachother out now, mouths fitting together perfectly. You gripped the hair that was wet and stuck to his neck, as he ran his tongue along your lower lip. You felt like the water was boiling as his hands moved lower down your back, moving beneath the water to slide under your legs and hoist you up.

Your heart was hammering but before you could do anything further, a sudden breeze reminded you that you were now half out of the water and completely naked.

“Uhm. I’m committing a crime here. It’s called indecent exposure.” You whispered against his mouth. He glanced down and smiled.

“I’d say that’s pretty decent.” He set you down and glanced around to make sure you were still alone.

“Let’s…get out of here. I’ll get your clothes.”

You sank lower in the water and took a large, deep breath eyes closing.

You knew what was coming, and the anticipation of it was making you shiver, or maybe that was the water, or even the weed which you had hoped would chill you out but it hadn’t. Either way you needed a towel, a blanket and a cold drink asap.

“Coast is clear.” He motioned for you to get out and held up his shirt so you could slip your bra and shorts back on and extended a hand to pull you up the bank.

The air still had a little chill in it in mid June as you followed along behind him silently, teeth chattering for a few moments before you asked “Where are we going?”

“I’m not sure honestly” he said with a small chuckle and a glance over his shoulder “We could leave I guess. Go somewhere.”

“We can’t go to my house.” You said shaking your head “No boys allowed, and I’m not doing anything in there.” You pointed at the house behind you. You’d accidentally walked in on two hookups before he got there, once in a bedroom and one in the bathroom and while you hoped it had been great for both of them, you didn’t want to be on the other end of that.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes “We’re in our 20s. It’s supposed to be easier to find places to hook up not harder.” He turned to face you now, resting a hand on either shoulder and looked down, running his thumb across your collarbone “We can drive to my apartment, but it’s like 40 minutes from here.”

“Can you wait that long?” You asked arching an eyebrow.

He smiled slowly “No.” He said as he pinned you against the side of the car, hands everywhere as he kissed you heavily. You couldn’t breath, your skin was hot and your shorts were wet in a way that had nothing to do with the lake water you’d never dried off.

“My car. Let’s go to my car.” You gasped out pointing to it and giving him a nudge. You realized then that you were still wearing only a bra and your shorts were unbuttoned and you were standing way out in the open, making out against someone’s car. He leaned around you to look at it, a 4 door Honda and scoffed.

“There’s no way I’m fitting in that backseat.” He said shaking his head “No way.”

“Uhmmmmmm.” You looked around “What about that backseat?” You pointed at Darcy’s SUV that you knew was unlocked. She would let you use it if it meant you were getting laid and she wouldn’t get mad.

And even if she did, you’d get it detailed for her.

“Who’s car is that?” He asked as you pushed him towards it.

“Does it matter? Who cares just get inside.”

“Okay damn.” He said pulling the door open and holding it for you to leaned down and pull the seats down. You felt your shorts slipping down your legs, and you were sure the strap of your thong was hanging out the top of them, so you hoped he was enjoying the show. As you struggled with the lever, you felt him grab either side of your hips and pull you back a little so your ass was against his front. You gasped and jumped, bumping your head on the car door frame, as one of his hands splayed across your lower back.

“What is this?” You half turned to find him staring down at your lower back.

The tattoo

You’d forgotten all about the collection of little flowers that had been inked across the skin of your lower back, right above your thong line.

He glanced between it and you several times before he gave you a push “Get in the car.”

You crawled inside to pull the other one down, and he was on you before you had time to completely pull the lever. You went flying backwards as the lever released and he pushed you back at the same time. Lips moving feverishly against each others he moved over top of you as you backed yourself up to the trunk. The carpet was already giving you rug burn on your elbows. You felt something soft brush against your shoulder and pulled yourself away to glance over.

You giggled “Look at this. She even has a blanket.”

“She’s gonna be the best soccer mom like maybe ever.” He said pushing his hair out of his eyes as you quickly laid it out behind you and turned back to him. He pushed himself up, hissing in pain when he hit his elbow on the back tire casing, before heaving himself forward, foot hitting the seat. He looked annoyed as he finally got comfortable and focused his attention back on you.

He leaned forward, hand sliding over your shoulder to grip the back of your neck and pull you forward. He’s gained some confidence now and any awkwardness there was before was gone. His weight came down on you as he kissed you again, tongue pushing right into your mouth this time. He ground his pelvis into yours causing you to gasp against his mouth, and let out a tiny noise of surprise. He slid a bra strap down your shoulder, long fingers sliding pleasantly across your skin. As you leaned up to move your mouth across the underside of his jaw you were pulled immediately back down.

“Wait your on-my hair hang on-“ you said tapping his elbow.

He moved up and cracked the top of his head on the window with a loud smack “Ow Jesus CHRIST.” He growled frustratedly rubbing the spot as he fell forward, his weight collapsing on you and knocking the wind from your lungs.

You huffed in annoyance, eyes finding his in the darkness “This isn’t working.”

“Your right. We’re gonna have to find a bed.”

“If there’s one you can fit in. Move over, let’s try this.” You wiggled out from under him, taking the opportunity to kick your shorts completely off and pushed him backwards by the shoulders, swinging a leg over him so you straddled his midsection.

He leaned backward, hands coming up to rest on your thighs and glanced upwards. You raised yourself upwards a few times to ensure that your head wouldn’t hit the ceiling before your eyes moved down his torso.

“Take this off.” You breathed out, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He was bigger, broader than he had been since the last you’d seen him, and you needed to examine every inch. He had always been long and lanky, but over the course of his season away muscle had started to pad his frame.

He leaned upwards and pulled his shirt over the back of his head, tossing it to the side and leaning up to kiss the underside of your jaw, mouth leaving a wet trail down your neck to your collarbone. His body felt hot against yours and he slid both his hands up your legs to your waist. You fumbled, hands shaking, with the button and the zipper on his shorts, finally springing them open and yanking them down, tossing them playfully at him. He smiled and propped himself up on his elbows to watch you as you kissed the base of his throat, and made you way down his upper body. You glanced up and leaned down, leaving a wet open mouth kiss on his abdomen, never breaking eye contact as you pulled the waistband of his boxers down agonizingly slow.

“Jesus.” He said throwing his head back against the floor of the cargo hold with a soft thump. You pulled them off, over his legs and tossed them in the front seat, making a mental note of where they landed so Darcy didn’t find them later.

“My turn.” He said snapping the band of your thong. You glanced down.

“How are you gonna get those off? You can’t sit up.”

He looked around and frowned “Fuck.” He let his head fall backwards and his hands fell to his sides “I hate this car. You do it. But do it really slow.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself up and slid them slowly down your legs till they were at your knees and looked up.

He was staring at them, lips pursed, eyes squinted for several seconds before he looked up at your face “Just you wait till I get us to a bed.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you wiggled them off and made your way back up.

The windows in Darcy’s SUV had started to fog up and you were glad she’d parked so far from the house because the amount of movement the car would be doing in a few minutes would be a dead giveaway as to what was happening inside.

A shiver went from your neck to your lady parts as you swung a leg over him, positioning yourself over him, You took a deep breath, pushing up on your knees before sinking down on him. The sensation of him inside you made your stomach flip sideways and stars explode across your vision for a split second. Your head fell backwards, hair spilling down your back as you braced a hand on the window. You let out a gasp, eyes closing and head falling forward as you lifted yourself up and did it again, going deeper this time. His eyes were closed, fingers gripping the skin on your hips tightly. You began to move up and down, the stretching sensation between your legs was almost overwhelming as you moved slowly. You placed a hand on his lower stomach to steady yourself and he opened his eyes to look up at you as you rocked your hips forward, the other hand braced on the window.

It was a long slow drag of friction that was almost overwhelming. The burn in your abdomen was unbearable, heat pooling in between your legs as you moved up and down. A thin sheen of sweat had appeared on his chest and your back as the air inside the car became thick and heavy, cold and hot, and your breath could be seen with every movement. Your legs and arms felt heavy, but you weren’t done yet.

“Tired?” He asked, sitting up slightly to palm your lower back.

You nodded and leaned forward on him, using the close proximity to thread your fingers through his hair and tip his head up to kiss you. He put a hand on either side of your waist and pulled you up and then back down, his own hips moving up to meet yours.

You let out a low moan as he did it again, hitting a new even deeper angle than before, digging your nails into the skin on the back of his neck. He moved his mouth across your chest, lips pressing lightly against your sternum as he helped you move up and down his length faster. Your breath caught in your throat as he pulled your face down to his “Look at me.” He breathed as your orgasm hit you full force, you let out a strangled cry and your eyes slid closed, breath coming out in gasps.

You were spent, exhausted, and overheated, vision fuzzy as you leaned forward forehead resting on his shoulder. You could feel his heart beating and let out a long breath, looking up at him. He was smiling and reached a hand out to grip the side of your face, thumb stroking across your cheek.

“I told you I was gonna fuck you stupid.”

Your mouth fell open and you slapped his chest, kissing him on the cheek and easing off him. He reached into the front, grabbed the clothing and you both awkwardly got dressed in the small confines of the car without speaking. He got out first, glanced around and extended a hand for you to get out as well.

“I should find Darcy.” You said straightening your shorts out and smoothing your shirt.

He nodded and leaned against the side of Darcy’s car “What are you doing later?”

You pulled your phone out and checked the time “It’s 12:30.”

“And?” He said staring at you blankly.

“Nothing I guess. Why?”

“Come over.” He said with a smile.

“To do what?”

He just smiled and kissed your cheek before turning and making his way towards where his car was parked some feet away.

“Hey!” You called “Did you just come here to hook up with me and then leave.”

He smiled and shrugged “I’ll never tell. See you later.” He called as he disappeared into the darkness. You watched him leave, turning in time to see Darcy making her way over.

“There you are. Did you and him talk things out?”

“Oh. Yeah you could say that.” You trailed off.

“Have you been here at my car this whole time?” She was frowning as she watched his car pull out of the driveway and make its way down the street.

“Mhmm. So about your car…” you said clearing your throat, looking at her with a guilty expression.

Her frown disappeared and she looked at her suspiciously “You didn’t.”

“Oh we did.”

“Yeah right.” She said waving you off with a small laugh. When you didn’t say anything her smile faded “Your kidding. No? Not kidding.”

You shook your head and held back a giggle as her mouth fell open “Are you fucking kidding me? You climbed that tree? IN MY CAR?” She peered in the back to see the seats folded and her blanket spread across the cargo hold.

You blew out a long breath that ended in a laugh “After we skinny dipped.”

She gasped and clutched her heart, gripping your arm “This is the best day of my life. Is it everything I think it was? Did it live up to the dirty talk?”

“It did. Good call on that blanket by the way.”

“That’s my girl! Up top!” She grabbed your hand and slapped her own with it she grabbed your face and kissed you on the cheek. She swung an arm over your shoulder and reached in her pocket, pulling out the half smoked joint and waggled her eyebrows.

“Round two?”

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arminsumi · 1 year ago

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"what if nanami saw you like this?"

💗 hubby!GOJO さとる

note : feral trashy smut 🫡

summary : just a thought abt hubby gojo punishing u for flirting with his coworker nanami at a work party...! :(

warnings : 🔞 minors dni/dnr, smut, toys, fingering, spanking, pussy slapping, dirty talk abt cheating on him w nanami, talk abt threesome w nanami, namecalling (sl*t), kinda mean/cold n condescending hehe, some roughness, dirty talk, edging, not proofread expect lotsa errors oopsie!!, not rlly plot just horny

juuust envision this 😩 it's been a long night out, you attended a party with your husband and his work team... and then he suddenly glareddddd when u giggled a little too hard at nanami's uncharacteristically dirty joke.

so ur husband snaked a possessive hand round ur waist and rasped annoyedly, "i think we'll be heading home early."

and the poor man... he drove home with gritted teeth and a boner poking in his pants.

gojo pushed you into the penthouse with a roughness that made you giggle like a brat... and you kept giggling until he pinned into the bed and kissed u roughly... n that's how u know he meant business. he was pissed off abt smth. u had no idea what!! :( and he just said "panties off, bend over my lap. now. i won't repeat myself."

anddd jumpcut to satoru spanking u while u have a vibrator stuffed so deep inside ur sloppy cunt....

his hands are big, leaving stinging slap after slap, each one harder and meaner and done with more conviction than the last. he makes ur body jolt forward a little. he's admiring the sight of your pussy clenching around the pink toy, relishing in the sound of it buzzing in your leaky hole.

he's refused you his dick for a whole hour now, just occasionally toying the vibrator into your tight squishy pussy and playing with the settings. he's such a child when it comes to using toys on you, he laughs at how weak you become just from some buzzing silicone.

He grabs its handle and grinds it in deeper, cooing into your ear about how you dont deserve to cum because youve been a bad girl, and then getting you close to orgasm just to rip the toy out of your pulsing cunt and plant a harsh slap to your stinging ass.

"nah-uh, no cumming. you hold it in." he seethes. he's not playful or sweet or kind when he's determined to punish his pretty little wife.

and his idea of punishment alwayssss involves edging you until youre nearly crying, sobbing from pleasure. if you try help yourself reach climax with your own hands? oh he'll smack them away and chew you out about it. that's his pussy, he likes to remind you, not yours.

"i told you not to go around flirting with nanami, didn't i? yeah, i did warn you, hm?"

"i wasn't flirtinggg" you whine, "i swear!"

"aw... seems like the only thing telling me the truth is your pussy. i'm sure it's just dying to get stuffed up with nanami's dick, right? you want him to pound you into the bed 'till you break? mmm... but he's a bigggg boy... d'you really think you could take it... hm? you'd probably cry. aw, yeah... i know... you'd just love to fuck around with him, wouldn't you? yeah, you'd just fucking love that, you god damn slut. you'd want us to share your body..."

he's so cold and condescending. and he knows it makes your clit buzz. satoru's not entirely opposed to a threesome with his coworker, actually, he gets off to the idea of you struggling to take his cock.

"this is where you're sensitive, right?" he sharply taps his palm against your pussy, making sure your tiny clit felt the collision. he bullies your pussy with his big hand, sinking his fingers in and out as he pleases, slapping your ass and cupping your gushing pussy.

"such a sloppy fucking mess... all from a little spanking 'n sweet talk? my my... what if nanami saw you like this..." he's knuckle deep, pressing his fingertips into your sweet spot and slowly massaging it.

"... i think he'd help me plug up those holes... give you a good, thorough punishment... hm~?"

he feels you start to shake, and that's when he fucks his fingers hard into your hole. you're split open, feeling his palm flattening against and squishing your pussy, squishing your little clit, making it buzz with subtle friction as he pumps his fingers inside.

"listen to that..." he rasps, pumping his fingers into your hole faster just to embarrass you with the loud, nasty squelching sound. "fuckkkk.... listen... listen to how nasty your pussy sounds for your husband..."

#gojo #smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #smut hcs #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #🥡.takeout

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cindol · 2 months ago

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can you do brat reader x bodyguard mikasa w smut 🌚

brat taming with mika’ . . ݁𖦹₊ ⊹ ♱

mikasa Ackerman x black fem reader

cw + — mikasa is a bodyguard (obviously), reader is a pop star, brat taming, smut, modern au, pet names(sweetheart, princess), half baked bad plot kinda, consent given before hand, reader is cocky and witty,

wc : no idea because i decided to say fuck it and write on here instead of google docs .

a / n : just a warning 😭! there’s like six dividers/ time breaks because i fucking yap sometimes. also cliff hanger because im not the best at smut srry 😕

mikasa usually is just your good natured protective bodyguard, always making sure you safely get into your pink honda safely after being at some bustling club with paparazzi surrounding the area. She listens to your complaints about some asshole paparazzi getting too close for her liking and is quick to shove them back but a shove that won’t make them have some major injury.

mikasa’s always at your beck and call, feeding into your bratty popstar personality of wanting any and everything but she doesn’t tolerate disrespect. In any videos you’ve posted on tiktok she fed into the silliness of you wanting to be carried and she even tended to you orally on her own liberty. But don’t be mistaken, mikasa didn’t appreciate disrespect.

anybody who personally knew mikasa knew that she could only be so sweet and serene before she had enough of the bullshit and you learned that on a particular night.

it was a usual sunday night for you at your favorite night club, mikasa at your side in your private section with you as you partied with your girls and poured shots of tequila with the bottle and shot glasses you were given.

it really only took three shots of tequila like usual to get you tispy but bolder than usual tonight. Dancing on tables and singing, then getting some real audacity to sass at her. Mikasa only smiled at her first and brushed it off as you having more fun than usual.

but again, her patience only went so far, even for a pop princess like yourself.

once it was eleven pm the clubs was getting emptier and emptier and mikasa knew you’d soon be tired. You were so tipsy still, just giggling now sitting down with your two girlfriends now that the other three had left. In your section you noticed mikasa getting up and grabbing your pink shoulder club purse.

“whatcha’ grabbing my purse for?”

mikasa just made a simple smile at you.“well i think it’s about time to head out isn’t it? You’ve got a date with a vanity interview tomorrow and i’m sure you wanna be early and awake for that, so cmon.” she lent her hand out for you expecting you to take it like usual but you did the opposite.

instead you giggled and just put both your feet on your section’s table.“hmm, how’s bout nah? I think me and my girl’s can handle just one night without some curfew.”

“not curfew, just a appropriate time that you’ve set for yourself to not be grouchy when morning time comes, sweetheart.”

there were some giggling from your two friends at the petname she used and it made you laugh along too.“sweetheart isn’t making me leave this here seat till it hits midnight, mika and i don’t think you’ll make me even get up from here.” you stating that really just invited mikasa to teach you a lesson with her nerves being pushed with how cocky you sounded.

and thats exactly what broke her.

everything moved so fast, one minute you were giggling and teasing your bodyguard then the next in your bedroom with your clothes discarded and mikasa’s security suit done the same in the corner of your room. The only thing mikasa had on was some grey boxers and a white long sleeved blouse while her palm slapped onto your bottom again and again with you spread on her lap.

this time you had a different tone than your teasing one, now just making out whines and moans at the sensation of her hand against your bottom.

when mikasa had enough of berating your ass she smiled and soothed your cheeks with her hand then pulled your black lace wig to see your usual smiley face have a pout with your mascara running down your face.

“it makes me sad to see your pretty face so sad but you’ve brought me to this point but i have to sweetheart.”

you scoffed with a cheshire cat like smile.“at least it’ll teach you not to be such a softie, mika.”

mikasa let out a breath of air and brushed one hand through her hair at you saying that.“then i guess my work isn’t done if the bratty popstar is still mouthing off even when i spank her.”

abruptly she shoved you off her lap and onto your bed on your stomach before she went to search in your closet where you stored all your toys.

you turned your head to see her searching.“what? Finally decided to get rid of that bad medieval fashion taste and pick something of mine up?”

“if your taste mean a glittery pink dildo with a strap? then i guess pink is the new white for me, princess.” she turned around to show the dildo’s seven inch glory, ready to attach it to her waist, humming just looking at the seven inch silicone dick attached onto her.“but if it teaches you how to behave and not be so mean to the woman who protects you, i guess i’m okay with the sparkly dick.”

you were giggling still, but mikasa was gonna completely rock your shit.

by this time your glossy smirk was gone from your face, instead your eyes were rolled back with your mouth wide and drool seeping from it and moans pouring out.

On the other end of you, mikasa was repeatedly thrusting into you, her right hand holding both your wrists in one and her left hand on your hip to steady herself from the rippling effect your brown ass had at her thrusting.

“mm-mmph! too rough mika!” your hands attempted to break free and slow her rampant thrusting against your sweet spot. That only encouraged her and made her groan with a grin, smacking your flailing hands and continuing to thrusts deeper and deeper and bending her neck down to whisper in your ear and grab a hold of your hands.

“i think not even a minute ago someone was telling me i should toughen up, so i don’t wanna hear any complaints. i’m sure you somehow planned this in your little pink sparkly decorated head to rile me.” she gave a sharp thrust making you gasp out to keep you wide and alert.“so don’t give out just yet, pop princess.“

just to keep you wide awake mikasa made a shift of positioning you and turned so you were now on your back with one leg down and the other laid on her shoulder. Both of you face to face with you seeing mikasa’s pale face have a slight blush and damp here while she had the sight of seeing your face with smudged makeup and a black jet lace wig that just refused to let go from your head.

mikasa had a rare beaming wide toothed grin at that as she looked at your wide eyes and wider mouth while continuing to feed your sopping cunt more thrusts.“whatever hairstylist you paid must’ve used some life binding glue for it to stay this long.”

“guess i should send her another text if it’s being well received then.”

mikasa just hummed.“i think i can sweat it off in half a hour from here.”

mikasa would prove herself right, even if you doubted that with a small eye roll. She knew what made your body tick and your weaknesses. It didn’t take her eons to find what the female g-spot was again and again, with how she repeatedly thrusts into your woman hood she would have your climax coming early.

and she wasn’t hesitating to stop there either.

#mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa x y/n #mikasa x female reader #mikasa x you #mikasa x reader #mikasa smut #mikasa ackerman #aot mikasa #mikasa x black reader #aot x black reader #aot x black y/n #x black fem reader #smut anime #mikasa aot #anime smut

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avocado-writing · 3 months ago

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Kinktober #18

18. Cockring or Plugs // Foot Fetish // Massaging (Wade Wilson x Reader)

“C’mon, pookie. I’m about to go on a mission. You really want me to go kill some guys while plugged up tighter than our shower last week?”

“Wade, it was you who broke the shower. I told you after we did the candle thing that you needed to scrape all the wax off before getting in there, but you didn’t listen and that’s why you were the one who paid for the plumber.”

He grumbles as you lube up the plug and press the tip to his entrance. He’s loosened up a little after you used your fingers on him but you can still feel him tense as you start to push.

“Chill, baby. It’ll feel good. And if you really don’t want to, we don’t have to, you know I won’t mind.”

He does know that, but he’s stubborn and kinky. You’re sure he’ll want to continue.

“Nah, I’m down for it. I’ve just never killed someone with something in my ass before.”

“First time for everything,” you say, sliding the plug inside with a satisfying pop which makes Wade shiver. The red gem at the base shines between his cheeks and you slap his ass in a job well done.

“There we go! Perfect. Now we match,” you hum, referring to the one nestled inside you at that very moment, which Wade took great pleasure in applying earlier. As he stands up you see him shake himself a little, clench and unclench his ass, adjusting. When he nods you allow yourself to relax.

“Good?”

“I mean, not bad,” he admits, grabbing his suit off the wardrobe rack and pulling it on. You pout as he hides his handsome body in swathes of red and black before reaching down to give you a kiss, mask tugged half-way onto his face. “When I shoot a guy point-blank and feel something nudge at my prostate, I’ll definitely be thinking of you, baby.”

“Thanks?” you chuckle, tapping him affectionately on the nose as he finishes dressing and grabs his gear. “I’m sad you have to work tonight, though. Can you not just pull a sickie and stay in with me?”

He pauses to consider this, the eyes of his mask narrowing.

“I mean, I guess I’m a freelancer, so it’s not really a sickie, huh? Would I be the one punishing me for playing hooky if I’m my own boss?”

“I could punish you,” you say with enthusiasm, and you really think he’s gonna break and do what you ask… and then there’s gunshots outside. Wade sags.

“I’m sorry, cutie. I really do need to go.”

“Fine. I love you, be safe, don’t have a prostate orgasm without me,” you call as he heads out through the window.

“Wouldn’t dream of it! You’re the only one who’s allowed to make me come with anal penetration!” he shouts over his shoulder, getting louder and louder, as he disappears down the fire escape. Neighbours yell in anger at disgust as he goes but you can only sigh in infatuation and wonder how you got so lucky.

#my writing #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #avo's kt 24 #kt 24 #Deadpool x reader #deadpool imagine #wade Wilson x reader

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samcrosfaith · 1 month ago

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GONE WITH THE SIN / CHAPTER ONE

Happy Lowman x fem!reader

authors note; First chapter is out, yay! I'm really excited for this story and hope you are, too! I appreciate every like, comment and/or reblog. Enjoy reading. You can find all chapters for this story in my main masterlist {pinned post}, it'll lead you to the right masterlist. 🖤🍒

warning ⚠️; mention of blood.

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word count; 2165

IT WAS THE MIDDLE of the day when more and more cars filled the lot. Women and children got out, heavy bags slung over their shoulders as they were greeted by the members and escorted inside. Wives, mothers, childrenᅳ anyone close to a son.

Jax watched the whole thing from one of the picnic tables, preparations for the lockdown in full swing, a cigarette hanging between his lips, the smoke dancing lazily in front of his face while Tara and Lyla looked after their kids and the other children inside to take some of the work off the upset mothers.

He looked at his phone again, sighing deeply and frowning as he read the new message from his little sisterᅳ half-sister to be exact, but he didn't make a distinction.

'I told you I couldn't come. I'll be fine, Jaxᅳ stop worrying. Take care of yourselves and give me updates, hear me? Love you.'

"No chance?" Chibs appeared behind Jax, the wood of the table creaking as he sat down next to the blonde and fished a cigarette out of his crumpled pack. "Ye' kno' we can just get her. Or we call Lee t' send a prospect from Tacoma."

"Nah, she'll flip if I send someone she doesn't know to keep an eye on her", Jax replied with the slightest of grins, knowing how much Randi hated having strangers around. "But we have to do something, we can't just risk something happening to her."

Being the daughter of the former Pres, the sister of the new Pres and the former Old Lady of the Tacoma Killer made Randi a target. Enemies would know that they would hurt the club by using SAMCRO's princess as leverage, maybe even harming her. And if they did enough research, they knew Randi existed.

"No, we can't, yer' right abou' that." If there was one thing Chibs didn't want, it was for something to happen to the young woman, the younger Teller, just like Jax, just as important to him than his own child. "Clay didn't get through t' her either?"

"No, not even Clay", the blonde sighed before flicking away the rest of his cigarette and straightening up. "I'll talk to Mom, maybe I'll head up there myself."

"Aye, but yer' not drivin' alone, Jackie", Chibs insisted sternly. "It's not safe right now."

"I know, brother", Jax nodded curtly and slapped Chibs' back before strolling towards the office to talk to Gemma. With a small smile, he leaned in the doorway, his hands deep in his pockets, as he watched his mom for a while, the matriarch engrossed in her work. "You know there are no customers coming in the next few days, right? Stop workin' and sit down with Tara and Lyla."

Gemma, her head still hovering over the paperwork, just waved her hand. "I need a distraction, otherwise I'll go crazy worrying about your stubborn sister."

Jax sighed, pushing himself off the doorframe to walk towards his mother, placing a hand on her shoulder once he stood behind her. "She just doesn't want to lose her job, can't you understand that?"

"Understand?" Snorting, Gemma put down the pen, jerking her head towards Jax. "She knows we don't call a lockdown unless it's really necessary! And she has the nerve to just tell me that she'll be fine. No job can be so important to!"

"Stop it", Jax warned, yet with a certain softness in his tone. With slow steps he sauntered to the small couch where he plopped down. "You know exactly how much this job means to her; dancing was all she's ever done, all she's ever wanted to do."

Gemma let out a huff, bracing her hands against her hip after she stood up. "You think I don't know that, smartass? I'm her mother, Jackson. And I'm happy for her, believe it or notᅳ but she has to come home, at least until the lockdown's over. Shit's getting serious and I'm not taking the risk of my babygirl getting hurt or worse."

"Aight", Jax nodded slowly, understanding where his mother was coming from, worry etched info his own features. "What if I head up there, stay with her until this is over? Tara and the boys are going to be safe here with you guys."

"Or", Gemma trailed, drumming her fingernails against the surface of the table after she had sat down on it. "We send Happy."

"No, Mom, stop it", the blonde warned again, followed by a deep, tired sigh as his mother just innocently shrugged her shoulders. "We can't do that to Hap, you know he's still not over her, not even close. It'll just rip open old wounds. And Randi's gonna rip out god damn heads off if we do that."

"Or their love is rekindled when they spend time together alone. Randi's gonna realize that she's still in love with him", Gemma lifted her hand as Jax was about to interrupt her. "I know she still loves him, I can hear it in her voice every time I mention him. So, why not?"

"Okay, even if she still loves him", Jax' voice dropped low just in case someone would walk by. "It still won't work out between them. His life is here, her life is in Seattle now. As much as I hate that she's so far away, she finally lives her dream."

Gemma waved her hand, lifting a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "She can't be that happy, Jax. She's got no one up there, not even a single friend. Her family is here, the man she lovesᅳ I don't buy this 'mom I'm really happy here' bullshit from her."

"Whatever, I'm not sending Hap up there", Jax said, his final decision made, which earned him a slightly annoyed look from his mother; but he didn't care, he wasn't going to hurt his brother on purpose just because they all wanted them back together. "Tell Clay to meet me in Church later, first I wanna talk to Tara about this."

ᅳ

CLAY LEANED BACK IN HIS CHAIR, his brow furrowed in thought. "And you're sure that's safe enough? It would be better if she came here, son."

"Yeah, maybe, but you know how stubborn she is. I can try to convince her to come back to Charming with me", Jax shrugged his shoulders, the only solution he could think of. "But I can't take her against her will, that would only drive her away from us."

"Yeah, I know", Clay grumbled, rubbing his chin with a sigh. Randi had definitely inherited her stubbornness from both Gemma and him. "And you takeᅳ"

Clay was interrupted by gunfire. Bullet after bullet pierced the walls, screaming and panic echoing through the clubhouse. With a quick movement, Jax dragged the older man to the ground, crossing the room close to the ground and then storming out of Chapel.

"Stay down", he hollered in Clay's direction before pushing past the panicked crowd, women and children getting shielded from other members. "Tara!"

No answer, not even when he yelled her name again over the loud shots and the breaking of windows and other things. He spotted Gemma, her body bent over Abel and Thomas', his younger son crying while Abel just clung to Gemma's arm, his eyes wide with fear.

Tig, his piercing blue eyes filled with rage and anger, looked around, his gaze sharp as he shielded Gemma's body with his so that in a bullet would hit him first instead of Gemma or the kids.

"Has anyone seen my wife?!" Jax yelled into the crowd, but apart from a few headshakes he got no answer, everyone too scared to even think clearly. "Fuck!"

Panic gripped him as he continued to search the room. Chibs was with Lyla, pushing her and Ope's children into a safe corner, the others were with their own Old Ladies and families. But Tara was nowhere.

"Jax, over here!" It was Bobby frantically waving him over, and Jax' eyes grew wide with fear.

Bobby sat on the floor next to the door, his hands pressed down to Tara's stomach. Blood seeped past them anyway, dripping from his wrists onto the sticky wooden floorboards, Tara's shirt already soaked in the red liquid.

Jax' heart sank as he slid to his knees, cupping Tara's face into his shaking hands, his wife barely able to keep her eyes open. "Hey, stay awake, you hear me? You can't do this to me, babe."

Happy, Quinn, and two others rushed past him, their guns clutched firmly in their hands as they rushed outside, firing shots. It took a moment, but the gunfire finally stopped and the loud screeching of tires drifted into the distance as Jax felt like he couldn't breathe anymore.

"Chibs, I need you over here", Jax hollered as everything went silent for a moment, his blue eyes covered with a layer of unshed tears as Tara wrapped her fingers gently around his wrist.

"I need a hospital", she croaked, no judgement or anger in her voice, just fear. "You're taking care of the boys, you hear me? No matter what happensᅳ"

Jax shook his head, sniffling as he rubbed his thumbs over Tara's cheeks. "Don't even say it, babe. You'll be fine, I promise."

"Jesus Christ." Chibs took Bobby's place on the floor while Bobby already had his phone pressed against his ear and was calling an ambulance, the sirens of several police cars already blaring in the distance. "This is heavy, Jackson. If I do something now, I might make it worse."

"Oh my god", Gemma exclaimed, shielding the boys' view so they couldn't see their mother bleeding on the floor. "Tig, take the boys to mine and Clay's room, stay with them!"

The man with the dark curls hesitated for a moment, but his hands were already placed on the boys' shoulders. "Gemᅳ"

"Now, Tig", the matriarch barked before rushing to her son and Tara, but her scrutinizing gaze searched the clubhouse for Clay. She breathed a sigh of relief as he rushed out of Chapel and in her direction. "Oh, thank God, you're okay."

"I'm fine, baby. Are you?" Clay grabbed Gemma's shoulders, looking his wife up and down. He pulled her into a short hug, holding her tightly before he also saw what was going on. "Jesus Christ, this can't be true. The bastardsᅳ"

"We have one of them", Happy shouted as he and Quinn came back into the clubhouse, his gun pressed firmly against the back of the stranger's head, whom he pushed in front of him. "What do you want me to do with him?"

"Hide him, good. The cops are already on their way", Clay grumbled while Gemma sank to the ground next to Jax and placed her hands firmly on Tara's wound. "And then we'll let the bastard suffer. But not until we've taken care of everyone."

Happy nodded briefly, his answer just a low grunt as he was about to push the stranger further across the room and to the back of the clubhouse. But when Jax called out his name, he stopped abruptly and turned around.

He felt for his brother, his hard, unreadable gaze immediately softening when he saw the sheer panic in Jax' eyes, the man still holding his wife in his arms. If that was his Old Lady, Happy would lose his mind just as muchᅳ and for that alone he was willing to make the fucker in front of him suffer.

"What do you need, Pres?", he asked in a rasp while the other members around him tried to settle the chaos and take care of their families.

"I can't leave here right now", he said seriously, not ready to leave Tara alone right now. She needed him and he needed to know that she'd be okay. "I need you to check on Randi, stay with her until it's safe again. Please, Hap."

Jax trusted everyone in this room with his sister's life, but Happy was on a whole different level. Calculated, brutal and when it came to Randi, no matter how painful their break up had been, the killer would protect her with his life.

And that's why Jax wasn't surprised when Happy didn't even hesitate for a moment, instead he just nodded firmly. "I'll make sure nothing happens to her."

"Thank you", Jax replied sincerely as the first cops stormed through the door, causing a new kind of chaos.

Happy discreetly pushed the guy in front of him to the back of the clubhouse, threatening the man that he would find and kill his family if he said a word to the Cops. The SAA didn't know how the next few days would go, what it would be like to see Randi again for the first time in over a yearᅳ but he would sure as hell make sure that nothing happened to the woman under his watch, as much as he dreaded their first encounter.

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hotwings0203 · 1 year ago

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“Daddy?”

You moan and weakly toss your head to your left as you hear the cellar door open

Tw: noncon, blood, kidnapping, abuse, whipping, the usual shindig

His chuckle reverberates throughout the dark room, and you can’t help but flinch at every footstep coming down the rickety steps. Your head is pounding, your heart seems to be caught in your throat and the dingy light in the cellar keeps swaying amidst the draft.

His figure descending towards you makes you nauseous, but you're not dumb enough to fall for his good-natured demeanor as he descends and approaches towards you.

Full eye-contact, a smile as best as you can manage it, and body turned toward him.

As if the chains wrapping around your body like some fucked-up gift wrapping allowed you any mobility anyways .

"Hi there, princess," he coos at you before squatting in front of your weak and bound form, lifting your chin up at him gently with his thumb and forefinger.

You hum quietly and try to swallow the cotton that seems to invade your mouth at the dark humor in his eyes.

"You miss me?"

Nodding as vigorously as you can, you scrunch your eyebrows together and pout your lips the way you know hope melts him. The healing cuts across your forehead and cheeks sting as the scabs are pulled taut with the way you're manipulating your facial expression, but if that's the price to pay to satiate put off his sick desires, then so be it.

"I-"

You cough and desperately try to wet your lips with your tongue to get rid of the raspy warble, and instead attempt to don a soft, higher pitched voice.

He doesn't like it when you give him the impression he's neglectful.

"I m-missed you daddy. Wanted to have your arms around me and feel you, and, and.."

You trail off hopelessly as you scramble for what else he'd want to hear, but in the time your hesitation settles uneasily in the air, his hand has already reached around behind his back to produce a strange black silk bandana.

"Yeah?" He simpers at your panicked expression seeing the new toy. "Guess you can't have missed me that much if you stopped screaming for me."

Your face falls.

That sick fuck

He slaps your face, hard, and violently rips your thighs apart. You yelp and flinch as he cups underneath your knees and brings them up next to your head.

Your legs shake at the strain of being folded in half after being immobile for so long, and you feel the threat of a severe cramp creeping in your calves. He merely grips your legs tighter and shoves you harder against the wall, practically slamming his hips against your own at the easy access.

He grinds slow and deliberate, almost painfully as your lower half buzzes from the attention. You sob as you strain your head to the side to avoid his leering grin right in your face, hair falling over your eyes as a temporary shield to his sadism.

"Aww, look at you. You that shy? I thought I fucked it out of you the first couple times, but I guess the lack of attention really did wonders for you."

"Daddy, please," What you're begging for, you have no idea, but you know your silence will enrage him further.

As he's done so kindly to remind you about.

His raspy growls continue right in your ear, words hot and fierce as you wince in terror. "What, I leave you down here for two days and you only need me for bathroom breaks? For food? What if I just cut that all off, huh? Would you need me then, you ungrateful fucking brat?"

He seethes and suddenly gnaws your ear.

"No! Nonononono daddy, m-my throat hurt after calling out the first couple of hours, I promise!" You wail as he continues to painfully rut and grind against your sore mound.

"Nah, don't start begging now. Your punishment hasn't even started. This is just warming you up, my pretty girl," he breathes into your open and wet tear-stained mouth as he deftly undoes your wrist shackles. His mouth never leaves yours as he lifts you up tightly against him and carries you to the other side of the red room.

The second he places your unsteady feet on the floor he grabs the ropes swinging lightly overhead and immediately starts tying your chaffed wrists again. Even though you're standing now, you feel as though your position bound now in the middle of the room is even more vulnerable that when you were sitting against the wall.

"I'm sorryyyy," your sobs wrack your body as he lets go of your now-bound wrists. Your balance is lost as you let go of your weight and let the ropes hold you up. And yet, you're still not even sure what you did to piss him off.

"Yeah, just like that, keep screaming for me pretty girl," he mutters under his breath as he stalks around the room looking for something.

"I thought the waterboarding and knives were enough to get it through your thick head, but I'll spell it out for you...on your body"

His rummaging around the room stops as he positions himself behind you, much to your terror. At least when he's in front of you you can protect whatever part of your body he's targeting.

All you hear is the pathetic sound of your own sniffles and his heavy breathing.

You make one last attempt before submitting to your own fate.

"Daddy...I thought you couldn't hear me. That's why I stopped calling for you. I-if I had known you could hear me I wouldn't have stopped!" The rest comes out in a rush as if he'll silence your excuses, and your dry throat feels as though it's ripping in half.

There's a very pregnant pause before you hear a shuffling behind you, and he starts to peel your flimsy, dirty nightie off of you.

Your lip wobbles as the silence continues, and he begins to shove his hands up your body, first trailing up and over your hips, past up your sides, and then cupping your bruised tits. You hiss slightly as his thumbs press into your sore nipples as his palms massage the globes in circles.

His breathing picks up again as you do nothing but whimper at his violations, his hips having a mind of their own and rubbing up against your bare backside. You have no idea when he took his pants off, but you definitely feel his unsheathed member dragging hot and heavy over your asscheeks, teasingly releasing precum over the skin.

"Oh, I'm not mad at you baby. I'm gonna let you continue your silence. In fact-"

His rutting and ministrations stop as he seems to have worked himself up to a climax, and you gasp lightly as you feel a cool silk fall over your eyes. You feel him secure it snugly behind your head, and moments later you hear the sound of duct tape being ripped from its coil. Sure enough, your mouth is covered, and you're rendered mute, immobile, and blind within a matter of minutes.

He voices your terror. "Like a lamb waiting for slaughter," he croons as he places his palms flat against the hollow planes against your torso your breasts, pressing you closer into his uncovered erection and chest. It seems as though he can never get close enough to you, even within his grasp.

"Spread your legs." And now his voice is monotone, devoid of the lilt mere seconds earlier.

You're too terrified to do anything but obey, hoping if you react well enough this punishment will also end in minutes tops.

You smell rather than hear the leather first, with its pungent factory scent drifting up to your blood-caked nose, making your nostrils wrinkle in disgust.

And then, you feel it.

He places the bottom of the handle of the whip firmly against your poor widdle clit, and starts grinding in circles, imitating the way he was earlier when you were in his arms.

You squeal against the moist tape and thrash, your wrists aching something fierce as the ropes holding all your weight above prove to be unyielding, merciless.

He laughs cruelly at your distressed state, and continues to rub your bud faster. He rambles on like a madman, and you feel like your ears will bleed with the filth he spews.

"Yeah, yeah, you like that? You want it that badly, slut? I'll make sure you never stop begging me, begging me to love you, to hold you, to fuck you like you need me right now," all the while he rubs his member over your asscrack and cover you threateningly.

His other hand yanks your hair to the side, and he lowers his grinning mouth to the unblemished nape of your neck, fighting for balance against your skin as you try your utter best to thwart his evading teeth.

He bites and sucks at your skin like you're nothing more than a chew-toy, all the while moaning lewdly and growling like a fucking dog.

All the sensations inflicted on your poor, abused body cause your hips to rock in their own rhythm against the handle of the whip, which hasn't stopped its incessant stimulation.

There's a tense moment of re-adjustment as he shifts the handle to his other wrist to prevent his own hand cramps, and he stops his rutting as well as his assault on your neck.

While he straightens up to continue the torture, you however, have not stopped bucking your hips amidst the handle stilling on your clit.

You let out a wail of frustration- at him, and being violated like this, and needing to cum because of it.

When he realizes your hips are actively still bucking and chasing the revoked high, he barks out an incredulous laugh.

"Seriously? And here I thought this was punishment. You sick little freak, you're not supposed to be enjoying this."

And sure enough, you feel the handle shift from stilling against your clit to pushing inside your quivering hole. You moan loudly at the feeling of the lightly ribbed tool rubbing agianst your puckering walls, albeit a bit painfully.

You can hear him exhale in awe as he angles the handle at a place that makes you jump and lift your hips as best as you can just to lower them against the shaft. he keeps it there, letting your buck your hips and work for it yourself, teasing you by bringing it lower and finding yourself unable to drop any further due to the short leash above your head.

But hes a kind master, and soon begins fucking it up into you himself after the sight of your drooling, empty pussy isn't enough to simply satiate himself by molesting your tits.

The squelching sounds of your wet cavern and your girlish moans, along with the sight of your ass shaking from his spanks are too much for him, and he yanks the handle out of you yet again right at the cusp of your climax.

"Not yet baby," he rasps, wiping literal drool off his mouth. "Daddy's gotta feel you cum around his big, fat cock," and with that whisper, he plunges three fingers back inside you. He shudders at your needy howl, and begins dillgently pumping inside of you.

With you distracted on creaming his digits, he grips the slippery handle of the whip and cracks it against your ass.

You whine and thrash again, your orgasm yet again ripped from you, but he merely pumps his fingers faster.

"Louder," He growls.

He lets it crack on the other cheek, marveling at how tight you squeeze around his fingers while the skin blooms a beautiful blood-red.

You scream this time, sure you can taste blood from your parched throat. It's exhausting your body at this point, the pleasure and pain mixing into one while he has his way with your battered skin.

He lets the leather taste your skin once, twice, curving it around your sides to let it lick your tits, making them jump deliciously and creating small rivulets of blood in its wake, behind your knees to make you buckle and fall painfully further on his pruning fingers, on your back to make you writhe.

And finally, when you do cum at his thumb finally, mercifully swiping across your long-forgotten bud, he makes sure he positions himself in front of you to hear you, loud and clear, like you were supposed to the first time.

#god this is to painfully mid but i need to get smthn out of my system for writers block ugh forgive me #mha #jjk yandere #mha yandere #bnha yandere #yandere hawks #yandere shigaraki #yandere bakugo #tw: noncon #tw: yandere #yandere gojo #yandere toji #yandere geto #yandere choso #mha x reader #jjk x reader #tw rape #tw dubcon #tw: kidnapping

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frvnkcastles · 2 months ago

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Hi! I love your writing so so much!!

If possible, could you do one where the reader has been working overtime at work and is exhausted, like they've been having headaches and barely sleeping & Frank notices and basically convinces them and helps them to take a break? Thank you!! 💕❤️

KEEP ME COMPANY ’TIL THE END ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You’re pushing yourself past your limits for work and Frank intervenes.

Warnings: Stress, mostly fluff, gender neutral reader, language

Word count: 770

Author’s note: Hiiii my loves! I am so sorry for being MIA, this semester is kicking my ass :( Rn it seems like my posts will be a little infrequent because I have sooo many deadlines before Christmas, but I’m gonna try my best!! I have not forgotten about all your requests!! Thank you so much for your patience, thank you also for 900 followers, that’s so wack but I am so grateful <3 Anon, I hope you enjoy this short fic and that you forgive me for being so slow to get this out. Much love!

A brewing headache pinched at your temples and you were painfully aware that every minute you spent staring at your outrageously bright laptop screen only sealed your fate tighter and tighter. It was getting late but you still felt like you had so much to do; like you had barely scratched the surface of all your responsibilities. You had only taken a break to go to the bathroom and reluctantly eat something when Frank had insisted on it, and now the tension from sitting on the couch with your laptop huffing and puffing on your thighs was starting to seep into your shoulders and neck.

Frank didn’t like it, the way you worked yourself to the bone, but he had swallowed down his complaints when you had promised to wrap things up within the hour. Still, you could feel his scrutinizing stare on you from across the couch, his attention on your focused frown rather than the football game he was supposed to be watching. He was itching to say something, to force you away from the suffocating bubble of stress, but he was trying to be patient — though the scratched label of his beer bottle said plenty.

When you winced at the pulsating headache behind your eye, though, he cleared his throat and reached for your laptop.

”Hey! Frank, noooo. I’m not done”, you insisted, trying to get the device back but he was quick to save your document and then slap it closed before you could retrieve it. He angled it behind his back and tutted at you, disapproving of the way you were pushing yourself for the sixth day in a row.

”Nah, sweetheart, I’m tellin’ you, you’re gonna waste away if you don’t take a break. You’ve been at it all day, aight? I want you here with me, not worryin’ about shit”, he argued back, your pout doing nothing to sway him. He always caved in and gave you what you wanted — unless your health and sanity were at stake.

You frowned, a sudden surge of guilt swinging at your chest. ”I guess I’ve been kinda neglecting you…”, you admitted with shame. That had never been your intention, but you couldn’t deny that you had not been a very present partner lately.

Shaking his head, Frank set the beer on the coffee table and took your hand in his own. ”It ain’t about that, darlin’. It’s the fact that this is wearin’ you out. I know you ain’t sleepin’ and I gotta jump through all these hoops to just get you to eat. I’m worried, y’know?” he explained, his tone stern but still warm. He was trying his hardest to be understanding, but he took your well-being too personally to let this newfound routine go on.

You managed a nod and squeezed his hand. ”I know, Frankie, I’m sorry, it’s just… there’s so much to do and I can’t fall behind”, you tried to rationalize your persistent working, and he sighed softly, not out of frustration but to acknowledge the difficult situation.

”I get it, sweetheart. But no one can expect you to be efficient at this hour, aight? You need to rest, too. Yeah?” Frank pointed out, tilting his head to catch your gaze. He was right and you knew it, so begrudgingly, you admitted defeat.

”Okay. I’ll limit myself”, you agreed, and with the concern in his eyes slowly fading, Frank nodded approvingly. He placed the laptop on the table before opening his arms for you, gesturing for you to cuddle up to him. The invitation made you smile and seeing joy on your face for the first time all day got Frank’s lips twitching, too.

You nestled against him and he wrapped you into a cocoon of safety and warmth, hoping to distract you from the stress lingering on your mind. It was hard not to think about all the work you could have been doing, and Frank suspected as much.

”I know it ain’t easy to just turn it off. But you deserve a break, baby. And I’m fuckin’ proud of you for all your effort, but I’ll be proud if you cut back a lil, too”, he spoke up after a moment of just cuddling, and with your heart soaring at his praise, you tilted your head up so you could kiss his jaw tenderly.

”Thank you, Frank. Love you”, you muttered, feeling the exhaustion of the past week creep up on you. Frank noticed, but he was glad — you needed sleep, and he was going to try and help you do it however he could.

”Love you too, sweetheart.”

#frank castle #frank castle fanfiction #frank castle x reader #the punisher #the punisher x reader

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elsweetheart · 2 years ago

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modern! ellie would be the type to get mad when you tell her you took your car in for an oil change. She’s be all: “i could have done it for you??” And when you tell her how much you paid for it?? she’d be seething she loves helping her pretty princess with her car

omg fjdjd this is so my hotneighbour!ellie …..

she catches you in the driveway when you’re arriving home and she’s all

“whats with the face?”

you pout, leaning against your car door and she smiles at the hello kitty dangler she can see swinging from your dashboard inside. “just went to the garage for an oil change. pretty much stripped my bank account, i hate going there.”

she stands up from the skateboard she was using to slide beneath her own car she was working on, frowning. “why? how much you pay?”

“440” you sigh and her eyes nearly come out of her head.

“how much— alright get in the car.” she walks around to your drivers seat, climbing inside and sitting down and you raise an eyebrow, never actually having sat in the passenger seat of your own car before.

“whats the matter?” you ponder, climbing in.

“oil changes should cost what, like $20? at the most… $150 but it’s unlikely.” she shakes her head angrily as she begins to drive. “such assholes. they only run up the money because you’re…” she trails off, deciding not to say what she wanted to.

“i’m what?” you frown and she looks around pointedly at the decorate seat covers, pink wheel and hello kitty dangler, raising a lazy hand in gesture.

“they can tell you… don’t really know jackshit about cars… no offence n’all. you’re a girly girl.” she explains and you pout thoughtfully, nodding.

“huh.”

“why didn’t you come to me? you know i’d do that shit for free, right?” she exasperates, turning to look at you as she drives. you’re in the middle of eyeing her in her dirty white wifebeater, hair stuck to the nape of her neck from sweat. your eyes snap back up to her and you sigh.

“i just didn’t wanna bother you with it, you know? you’ve got your own car to work on and… feels like m’taking advantage of you.” you furrow your brows and she shakes her head, raising a hand to cut you off.

“no, come on. next time you come to me, yeah?” she shoots you a serious look and you melt a little, nodding obediently. “good girl. don’t let these assholes screw with you like that.” she rasps under her breath and you have to take a moment to control yourself.

she pulls up, stepping out of your girly decorated car which is quite a funny sight, until of course you spot the look on her face as she steps up to a mechanic.

“who serviced this car?” she demands and the guy looks around dumbly.

“uh— jerry.” he points and ellie’s nodding him over, staring him down.

you then stand there as ellie forces him to recount each step of what he did to your car, calculating the cost it should be — $40.

“look, mix up’s happen—” the red faced man tried to explain but was cut off.

“a mix up? let me get this straight, slapping $400 on top of her bill is a mix up?” she paused for a beat, but didn’t wait for an answer when his mouth opened to jabber out an excuse. “refund.” she waves an arm, swaggering backwards from him to check on you, nervously stood by your car.

“uh— uh—” the man stuttered and ellie cut him off again.

“uh, uh—” she mocked and you nearly burst out laughing. “you gonna stand there with your mouth open or you gonna run the lady her money?”

you got your money back, and ellie still had a look at your car once you got home, rectifying the mechanics shabby mistakes (cursing and complaining about them the whole time, of course.)

“let me pay you. for all that. just a little bit please?” you plead, clasping your hands together as you stand over her, her legs hanging out from underneath your car as she checks everything beneath it. she slides out, squinting in the sunset up at you.

“nah.” she shakes her head, carelessly before pushing herself up, wiping her forehead with a rag. “c’n thank me by bringing me a glass of lemonade. how’s that sound?”

“i suppose that could work, my lemonade tastes pretty good.” you grin, sauntering off proudly to make her some. she watches you leave, eyes raking over you — wondering what else tastes good.

#anon #hotneighbour!ellie #neighbour!ellie #ellie williams x reader #modern!ellie #ellie williams prompt

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daddyhausen · 1 month ago

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER 2023/2024 」

「 COMMISSIONS INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — after unknowingly flaunting yourself off in front of his friends, eddie has an extra special punishment planned for you

「 WARNINGS 」 — smut, 18 +, [ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ] age gap relationship [ 10 years ] dubious consent

「 TAGS 」 — [ pussy slapping ] [ brat taming ] [ spanking ] [ fingering ] [ edging ] [ orgasm denial ] [ dub con ] [ forced oral ] [ blowjob ] [ throatfucking ] [ aftercare ] [ cumshot ] [ male orgasm ]

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x eddie kingston

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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the pain is instantaneous, eddie’s hand, calloused and hard comes down crashing against your exposed cunt with a thunderous slap

sending a coil of pain shooting up your thighs as you let out a pained squeal

“nah nah, no crying! ya did this t’ y’self”

he slaps your cunt again, harder this time. your poor pussy all red and puffy from the abuse

your skin hot and flustered, salty tears stick to your cheeks as you blubber and whimper from the force

“eddie! stop- “ you scream again, trying to squirm your way out from between his legs.

an arm wrapped around your waist, pinning your arms to your sides, limiting your movements

“oh y’ want me t’stop?” another slap “ya shoulda thought ‘f that before ya started actin’ like a fuckin’ slut ‘nfront of my boys”

in truth you’d done nothing of the sort, sure you’d been wearing shorts that were a little too short, and a top that exposed far more cleavage than normal

but the weather was hot and you were in your own home so what does it matter?

”m s-sorry-“ you hiccup through chocked sobs, your pussy leaking with wetness, overstimulated by the abuse

“sorry ain’t gonna cut it. now ya gonna sit ‘ere and take it”

he slaps your cunt with a vicious serious of slaps, each one leaving you writhing and squealing in pain

your poor, abused cunt spasming with each sickening slap, leaving you feeling nauseated with each one

without warning he stuffs two fingers into you. your body rejctects the sentiment at first, trying desperately to force him out

your body coils in rejection, shivering at the sound of your wet, spongy cunt drooling around his fingers

so open, so warm for him

“e-eddie…please…”

your breath catches in your throat, a mix between sobs and moans

his fingers buried inside of you to the third knuckles, curling deep inside your void

you cry out, not in pain, neither in pleasure, the sound just a form of release

your toes curl as the sensation builds, burning like hot coals in the pit of your stomach,

his fingers stretch and pound your sore cunt, glistening with slick each time he retracts them from your void

he can feel it, the swell of arousal building in your lower abdomen

the wet slap of his fingers absolutely wrecking you

and before you could cry out in pleasure, before the sensation of warmth flutters down your thighs

he stops.

your cunt now devoid of his fingers

no protests was allowed to pass your lips as he gives your cunt a final slap

fingers now roughly bundled into your hair

his slick covers fingers knotting the strands

“get on y’ fuckin’ knees!”

your eyes well with tears, vision going blurry with a salty sting

your bottom lip quivers like a petulant child after a scolding

“no cryin’” he repeats, his movements oddly tender as his thumb swipes away a stray feet from your cheek, only for a vicious slap to follow

rugged, aged hands fiddle with the buckle of his belt, the clunk and rattle of metal against leather perked your ears up

he had no intention of using it on you yet you remain cautious, body stiff and alert

instead he leaves it secured in the loops of his jeans, shoving the thick acid-washed material down to his mid thigh

his cock erect, throbbing with such need, leaking with milky precum as it bubbled at the reddened tip

“i don’t wanna hear ‘nother word. y’ gonna sit ‘ere ‘n suck my cock like the good lil’ bitch y’are.”

you shake your head with a defiant “no”

your throat already red and sore from stifling your sobs

the colour in his eyes drains—darkens.

with such distain at the sheer act of your discomplience

he is insulted by it

“the fuck did y’ just say to me? no?” he scoffs.

“dollface,” he grips your hair tighter, pulling you closer, the tip of his leaking cock leaving streaks of precum against your lips

“ya don’t get a fuckin’ choice”

it is instant, you open your mouth to protest but your words now replaced with the rigidness of his cock

the back of your throat having to contort just to make room for him

and he is relentless, fucking your throat with the experience and expertise of a skilled lover

yet the rawness and aggression of someone who merely tolerated your existence

tears streaming down your hot cheeks at you choke on him, barely able to get a breath in as he holds your head down

your nose nestles into a mound of wiry, dark pubic hair

scratching against your sensitive skin

his cock pulses in your throat, hips gyrating in sloppy uncoordinated movements

yet all it did was make your cunt drip and leak with arousal

“good fuckin’ whore, takin’ this dick so fuckin’ well”

you accept it, taking every drop of praise that comes your way

you could. it help but hollow your cheeks at the sentiment

“fuck- that’s it!” he groans, his head rolling back as a gutteral moan leaves his lips “god fuck, keep suckin’ dollface…this is where ya being, on ya fuckin’ knees, takin’ every inch of m’ cock-“

his breath grows more erratic, chest heaving with labored breaths as he fucks your throat with less coordination than before

he’s jostling your head forward, cock sinking as deep in your throat as your could take

“fuck fuck fuck doll, shit-! i’m gonna fuckin’ cum!” a gutteral moans roars from his chest.

“don’t ya fuckin’ move! gonna fill ya pretty mouth, gonna be a good girl and take it all huh?”

you could not nod, though through wet, thick eyelashes, you blinked slowly—a resounding yes.

he goes silent, say for the primal grunt that erupts from his throat as he cums

your throat is filled with his seed, all warm and milky as it mingles with your tastebuds

you swallow, your eyes still red burning with salty tears that now allow them to spill

“oh doll, c’mere” he pulls you onto his lap, wiping the mixture of drool and cum from your lips with his thumb

“shh doll, ‘m here,” he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, your skin burned at the sensation

“‘m sorry, i know i was rough, did i hurt ya?”

you shake your head no, although your cunt still aches from the slaps, it was not a searing pain, more of a dull throb

he gingerly runs two fingers across your sensitive folds to help soothe them

“i’ll let ya relax for a bit, then i’ll let my tongue apologize hmm?”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#eddie kingston #eddie kingston x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2024 #aew #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #aew imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction

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willsimpforanyone · 2 years ago

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do a poly!solangelo x child of eros!reader smut? And there was this tiny bit of angst since reader is the child eros and well, ya know what happened last time nico saw eros/cupid? Thanks!!!!!!!!:D

i can do that, thank you for waiting so patiently! as per usual, everyone in this fic is in their 20s at least as they have their own apartment and no one below 25 can afford that shit

reader will use they/them pronouns and generally i don't refer to genitals unless the ask specifies them

hoo boy this got away from me

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I draped myself over the back of the sofa, arms flung around Nico's neck. "Hey gorgeous, how're you?"

The flinch he gave, no matter how hidden, didn't go unnoticed. He didn't say anything and I immediately pulled away. I walked round to the front of the sofa, sitting at the end with a good two feet of space between me and my boyfriend.

"You okay? Do you not want to be touched?" Which I was fine with, it just meant I'd go and find Will to lean on- being a child of Eros meant I was somewhat touchy and that wasn't always okay with people.

Nico shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. "Hm? Yeah, y-yeah, I'm fine."

Bullshit.

"Bullshit, what's wrong?"

He shot a glare at me and seemed to immediately regret it, curling in on himself and tucking his head into his hands. I hesitated, slowly getting off the sofa. "Alright, I'm going to get Will, because this looks like I've done something and I don't know how to get you to tell me."

I made it almost to the door when Nico sighed. "Wait, come back, I-" His voice was thick, like he was swallowing tears. "-I can tell you, you don't have to get Will, just... c'mere, okay?"

Carefully, I returned to my seat on the sofa, clasping my hands together to resist holding his. Nodding, I waited patiently for Nico to explain.

After a moment, he turned to face me. "It's not your fault, I know that, but sometimes... sometimes it sucks that I never... for fucks' sake!" Nico dragged his hands through his hair. Instinctively I reached out, only to pull my hand back. Nico liked touch on his terms, and I would be a really shitty partner if I didn't respect that.

Instead, I cleared my throat. "Neeks, not to push you, but you're not making much sense."

Nico nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I know, sorry, um." He took a deep breath.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"Yeah, it's-" Oh. Oh, shit, it's a real bad anniversary. "Oh, fuck, Nico, I totally forgot!" I jumped off the sofa and made to leave. "I'll- I don't know, go for a walk or go to someone's house, of course you don't want to be around me-"

Nico practically leapt across the sofa to stop me leaving. "No! No, don't go, I'm not mad at you, I'm not, I swear." My hand was tightly grasped in his and it took everything in me not to melt. I let myself be led back onto the sofa.

"I'm not mad, it's just a bit difficult when someone you love was created by a god who ruined your life, y'know?" He gave a watery laugh. "Well, one of the gods that ruined my life."

I gave a small smile. "I get it, Neeks, I do, but I need you to be honest with me, okay?" He nodded, and I continued. "Would it make it easier if I just... left, for today? Go over to to Piper's or something?"

Nico wiped at the tears welling in his eyes. "Please, don't go. I love you too much to let your dad get in the way."

There was a pause, and we both burst out laughing.

"Oh my gods, that's such a weird sentence!" I cackled, and Nico buried his face in his hands to hide his smile.

"Wow." His voice was muffled but sounded less like he was going to burst into tears.

"What happened?" Will's head poked round the door, sunny smile directed at the pair of us.

I shook my head. "Nah, just realising that my existence is awkward."

Nico half-heartedly slapped my leg. "Hey, no, your dad's existence is awkward." We began giggling again.

Will waltzed into the room, pressing kisses onto the tops of our heads. "Ah, I see, that time of year, huh?" Wow, he catches on quicker than I do, apparently.

Nodding, Nico slid over to me to make space for his other partner. "Yep, I shall be mourning the fact that I didn't get to come out on my own terms for the rest of the day, just so you know." Will flopped onto the sofa and I immediately reached out, grabbing his hand so I was touching both of them.

"Well," Will began. "Thanks for the warning, honey, but you don't have to do that."

"I will, though, it's not really my choice." Nico gave a small rueful smile.

Will looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "I mean, I've sort of had an idea hidden in the depths of my mind for a day such as this."

Both Nico and I perked up, curious. Nico shifted until he was facing Will, back leaning against my side. "Sounds dangerous, but go on."

Clearing his throat, Will played with my fingers. "It's sort of a... roleplaying... thing." I raised my eyebrows back at him, and he shrugged. "Look, just something to make Nico feel like he's just... experimenting, unsure of his sexuality and hasn't come out to anyone yet."

I couldn't judge Nico's expression, but he hadn't turned to stone which I took as a good sign. His ribs vibrated against me as he spoke. "I'm... curious, continue."

Will sat up straighter. "Okay, um, something like we'd picked you up from a bar or something, convinced you to come home with us, allowing you to experiment with us, have us experiment with you, just stuff that a closeted gay might be interested in but without any potentially toxic fallout."

Pretending to take home an innocent Nico and letting him explore exactly what he wants? I couldn't lie, that was a pretty good idea as long as Nico was into it.

Very carefully, I tuned into Nico's body language. One of the weird little gifts I had from Eros was being incredibly attuned to body language and what it meant for each person. Will had gone from somewhat nervous to more confident when Nico had said he was interested.

Nico's shoulders were loose, his fingers interwining with mine, his heart was pounding and there was a red flush creeping down his neck. Without seeing his face, I could fairly confidently say he was interested in this idea of Will's.

Fidgetting slightly, Nico swallowed. "Hypothetically, when would you want to do this?"

Will shrugged. "I mean, the point of this exercise is to distract you, give you positive memories of before you came out." There were air quotes around the last four words. "So, hypothetically, if you wanted, we could start now." He paused. "Obviously you'd be able to safeword out of it at any time, you know that, right?"

Nico was nodding before he could catch himself. "Y-yeah, Oedipus."

Will made eye contact with me. "Hey, you down for this?"

I grinned. "Oh, so very down, baby."

Lifting himself off the sofa, Will reached for me. "Okay, Neeks, we're going to go out to the kitchen, then we'll come back in after a minute or so and get started, alright?" I took Will's hand and together we left Nico on the sofa.

My skin was buzzing, but I let Will lead me into the kitchen.

"Hey, Will?"

"Yeah, honey?"

I swallowed. "Can I kiss you?"

Will grinned. "Feeling a little deprived of affection, are we?"

Rolling my eyes, I pulled him closer, letting his hand go in favour of wrapping my arms around his waist. "Please?"

In answer, Will pressed his lips against mine. I surged forward, delighting in finally being allowed to touch and kiss and feel someone against me. Will's hands cradled my head and I melted into him, transferring all the desire to touch Nico in the last twenty minutes or so onto Will.

He pulled away, laughing lightly at my whine, and pecked my nose. "I know, babe, but we have a baby gay out there, waiting to be shown the ropes, isn't he worth cutting this a little short?"

That sent a shiver down my spine. "Yeah, absolutely, come on." I dragged Will into the bedroom, the pair of us searching for a couple things to lay out on the bedside table before Will caught me in one last kiss.

The trip from the bedroom to the living room was the longest journey in the world. Nico was standing by the mantlepiece, pretending to admire the picture of me and Will on holiday. He'd strategically put all other photos with him in them to face down- he was into the game and I was delighted to see him invested.

Will strode forward. "Hey, you like our home?"

Nico nodded. "It's lovely." His eyes ran over the cheesy rainbow flag bunting we put up last year and never took down. "It's great that you're so open in who you are, too."

I slung an arm over Will's shoulders. "Thank you, hun." I took a slight risk. "You could be too, y'know."

Shaking his head, Nico folded in on himself. "Maybe. Not right now, though."

Sidling up to him, I nudged his shoulder. "No, of course not, it's just us right now." Nico leaned slightly into my side and I looked back at Will, as if to ask him something.

He came up on the other side of Nico. "So, me and my partner were wondering, of course you can say no, it's just a suggestion, but-"

I interrupted. "Get to the point, darling."

Will pretended to glare at me. "What am I supposed to do," he hissed, just loud enough for both Nico and me to hear. "Just tell him we want to fuck him? I have manners!"

Nico coughed lightly, and both Will and I froze as if we'd been caught.

"Y-you..." Nico swallowed, trying to keep the smile off his face. "You want to- fuck me?"

I sighed, gently turning Nico to face me. "I'm not gonna lie to you, we may have had an ulterior motive in offering you a place to stay for the night, but that doesn't mean you owe us anything, okay? If you don't want to, then we can order pizza, watch a movie and make up the sofa for you to crash on."

Will, careful not to spook Nico, wrapped his arms around his waist from behind. "But, if you want to, my partner and I would love to..." He paused, considering his words. "...make you feel good, darlin', in any way you'd like."

Nico took a shuddering breath, trying to hide how much this idea was affecting him. "I-I don't know what I'd like, I've never been with..."

"That's alright, honey." I reached up and tucked his dark curls behind his ear. "We can help you figure that out, if you'd like." He looked at me with such trust in his expression I almost caved. This was the innocence that was hidden from him, but was still there, it just needed a little coaxing to come out. "So, what do you say, handsome?"

Under the careful ministrations of both me and Will, Nico relaxed and nodded. "O-okay, yes, I'd like that."

A grin spread across my lips and I trailed my hand from his cheek, along his neck, down his arm and twisted my fingers in his. "Then come this way, we'll take care of you, we promise."

I led the three of us into the bedroom. We sat Nico down on the bed, and his eyes drifted to the things on the bedside table. Will explained the condoms and the lube and that there was a bunch of toys in the drawer below that we didn't need to use but were there in case he wanted to see what they did.

Slipping onto the sheets beside Nico, I rested a hand on the back of his neck as Will explained in a way he would to someone that had no idea what they were doing. This kept Nico grounded and meant I could feel his heartbeat, blood thumping through him and giving away how excited he was.

"Will, baby," I interrupted. "I think he gets the idea."

Will grinned sheepishly. "I just want him to know what could happen." He kneeled down, leaning a hand on Nico's knee. "You still okay with everything still?"

Nico nodded, and I guided his head to face me. "Hey, can I kiss you?"

Instead of a verbal answer, Nico pushed into my space, wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me hard. I reciprocated with as much fervour, closing my eyes and enjoying the familiar experience of kissing one of my partners. My arms secured around his waist and I hoisted him into my lap, drinking the whine from his lips.

Will pulled gently on the hem of Nico's shirt, pulling it off only when Nico pulled away from me very briefly. I ran my hands over his bare torso, thrilled with the hitch of breath I got when I ghosted my fingers over his nipples. I dragged my nails over them again and was rewarded with Nico throwing his head back and moaning from deep in his chest.

His hips were shifting, clearly getting uncomfortable. I broke away from where I'd been nipping a lovely flower patch of red and purple into his skin to look at Will.

Eyes hungry and wanting, Will was also shirtless and hard in his sweatpants. I raised an eyebrow. "Nico, sweetheart, hop off me for a moment, will you?" It took a moment for him to respond, but he obediently wiggled off my lap.

I slipped off my trousers, exposing my legs and shuffled back until I had my back against the headboard, the pillows holding me at an angle. Beckoning for Nico to come back, he crawled over and I positioned him until his back was against my chest. Will fell on the bed, eyeing Nico like a predator does prey.

Breathing against Nico's ear, I shot a wicked grin Will's way. "You wanna get fucked, handsome?" Nico's back arched against me and I felt the desperate groan more than I heard it.

"F-fuck, yes-!"

Will stripped Nico of the rest of his clothes, licking his lips at the sight of Nico's cock, red and hard and drippy with precum. "I'm gonna prep you first, okay darlin'? You think you can handle that?"

Nico nodded frantically. I smoothed my hand along the planes of Nico's ribs and hips. "Be nice, Will, he's new to all this."

I delighted in the twin moans that drew from my partners. Carefully, I reached down and pulled Nico's legs apart, thighs exposing him and a delicious blush spreading down his chest.

Grabbing the lube, Will coated his fingers in the substance and kneeled between Nico's legs. He winked. "I'll be gentle, promise."

Nico keened as the first finger eased into him, body adjusting to the intrusion and relaxing as I pressed kisses into his hair and Will went slow and soft, keeping up the pretense that this wasn't an intimately familiar situation.

"So good for me," Will breathed as Nico took a second finger, then a third. "Such a good boy for us, Nico." Said 'good boy' preened under the attention, body limp and pliable against me.

It didn't take long for Will to withdraw his hand. Nico let out a broken cry of want, and I shushed him in his ear. "Shh, I know, baby, I know, but don't you want Will to fuck you? Be the first one to experience you like this?"

Nico dug his nails into my legs bracketing him and nodded frantically. "P-please, I need him, I-I need him to f-fuck me so bad-!"

I grinned, lazily drawing circles around his nipples. "Aww, so precious, baby, wanna be fucked so bad." I looked back to Will applying a condom and hissing as he jerked himself with lube. "Don't keep us waiting, honey, you heard him."

Will practically leapt on Nico, catching him in a heavy kiss, tongues moving lazily and I held my hips as still as I could, occasionally grinding up against Nico.

They broke apart and Will sat back, lifting Nico's hips up and massaging his hole with a thumb. "You want me to fuck you, huh?" Nico rolled his hips in a frankly obscene way, and Will could stand it no longer.

He guided his cock into Nico, and I had the pleasure of hearing their sighs and moans at finally, finally getting some relief. The jealous part of me reared its head for just a second before it was pushed down by the delicious sight of Will fucking into Nico at a slow, steady pace, cock dragging against insides with wonderful friction. They fit together so well, I was so lucky to know and love and be known and loved in return.

I felt my body rocking in tandem with Will's thrusts, my hands firmly on Nico's waist to stop him wriggling too much. Whimpers and moans sang in my ears and it became harder and harder to not reach down and touch myself to the sights and sounds and sensations.

Will's breathing got heavier and heavier. "I-I'm gonna come, darlin', feels so fuckin' good, my gorgeous boy..."

I reached down and wrapped a hand around Nico's cock, hardly moving as the force of Will's thrusts let Nico fuck my hand. Nico grasped at the sheets, eyes rolling back in his head. "Sh-shit...!"

Nico came with a broken cry, tears spilling over his cheeks and Will buried himself to the hilt inside Nico, spilling into the condom with a throaty groan and leaving red fingerprints on Nico's hips.

The moment was quiet, panting as the only noise.

Very gently, Will pulled out, kissing Nico's knees apologetically as he hissed in overstimulation. In the softest voice, Will murmured, "I'll be back, gimme a sec." He slipped off the bed, legs slightly shaky and wobbled to the bathroom.

With as much effort as he could master, Nico rolled off me, pulling me down to lay with him face to face. Eyelids low, fucked out expression on his face, he gave me a small smile. "You didn't come."

I shook my head. "It's fine, gorgeous, this was about you, remember?"

In response, Nico nudged his leg between mine, pushing his thigh against me as he threw an arm around my waist and moving as close to me as he could get. His voice was breathy and worn out and unbelieveably sexy. "Use me."

Still keyed up from the sight of my partners lost in pleasure and with Nico's thigh between my legs applying a delectable amount of pressure, I rolled my hips against him. "That's it," Nico tucked his face into my neck, laving his tongue over my pulse point. I shivered and felt him grin. "Use me, sweetheart, I know you want to, I wanna feel you come, please?"

Well, when he asked so nicely, what could I do but obey? I grinded against Nico's leg, breathing hard and letting my boyfriend trace shapes with his tongue against my skin. In a few minutes I was right on the edge. Nico reached his hand down and into my underwear and in the next few seconds I was coming, soaking my underwear and his hand and his thigh. "So good, fuck, you look so good when you come."

"Oh shut up." I blushed hard and Nico kissed my cheek.

"Absolutely not."

Will returned, accompanied with towels and the sound of a running bath behind him. "Come on, this isn't over, we're still taking care of you, Neeks."

Rolling his eyes, Nico bit gently into my neck and I squeaked. "Nico!"

He sat up, a shit-eating grin on his face. "I'll come be taken care of, but only if I get to make you come properly." His eyes burned into mine, and I was helpless.

"You get an attitude after sex, you know that?"

Nico grinned, then his eyes widened, looking between me and Will. "Hey, guys? I think I might be gay."

Will face-palmed as Nico cackled. "Just get in the bath, Neeks."

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okay this took me like almost 2 hours to write so i am in Pain but i hope you enjoyed!!

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 year ago

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AITA if I actively worsen my family’s sanity as revenge for worsening mine?

My family is that if two parents and three children (all in our 20s).

Without getting into deep specifics, basically, I’ve lost all the patience I’ve had for my family. My mom who is manipulative, my dad who is neglectful, my siblings who are egotistical and dismissive.

because I’m the middle child and oldest daughter I’ve been the brunt of every negative thing you could think of, and I dealt with it for… 25 years.

but this year as my New Year’s resolution I swore to treat them worse than they treat me. So every time my mom tried to manipulate me into feeling bad for her and to love her and to do the house chores, I threaten to kill myself and tell her that she was an awful mother and that if she really cared for me she wouldn’t ask me for things. (She knows I have mental illness that makes it hard for me to do things)

and when my dad puts my pet in danger I slap him and threaten to take his pet to a shelter to have him euthanized and tell him he should die alongside his pet (he is in his mid 60s)

I don’t do anything directly to my siblings because our relationship honestly isn’t that bad, but I did make a fake Instagram account that I use to call out one sibling for all the stuff they do to keep their image up or whatever (some bullying might be involved in their part)

and for my other sibling, who collects vinyls, occasionally I go and scratch up a vinyl they have. Just enough to make it seem like normal wear and tear, they haven’t noticed yet lol.

whenever my parents try to bring up my behavior to me I start yelling at them about how I’m crazy and they raised a crazy daughter and that everything I do is a result of their own creation. And my dad has offhandedly said to let a (female) pet die after she got injured once, so I bring that up all the time.

I tell him that since he hates women so much he should just shoot me like I know he wants to.

Over the past few months I’ve noticed that one sibling has become extremely paranoid, while the other has gotten very frustrated. My dad avoids me now and my mom is very obedient and quiet.

I don’t feel bad about this, and I know there are other things I could have done, but I feel like this has been worth 25 years of repressed anger. Now that the year is almost over, I’m considering that my New Year’s resolution be to try to fix whatever shit show has become of my family, but that’s not the point.

AITA for taking this revenge, or am I justified in paying them back?

the reason I don’t think I’m the asshole in this situation is that at least for the first several months, they tried doubling down on their bullshit. My mom got more manipulative, pulling out everything she could to make me feel bad for her and to submit to her again. And my dad became violent toward my pet, whom I’m protective of to the point where I’ve told every single person I’ve met that if anything happened to her I would kill everybody and then myself. (Luckily I was able to prevent my dad from actually hurting her, but the fact that he tried drove my goal further).

honestly, my sibling probably didn’t deserve it because we all pretty much ignore each other, but I’m holding the grudges from childhood when they would beat me up and break my stuff.

and before anyone says it, I went to therapy for four years and it just made me more angry

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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acute-crashout-jeyuso · 26 days ago

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Across The Ropes… a Zilla Fatu x Oc fic.

Chapter 1: Elation

The locker room was empty, save for Zilla Fatu. He sat on the bench in the corner, his head down, his elbows resting on his knees. The echoes of earlier celebration—congratulations from his peers, slaps on the back, the energy of the crowd—had faded into silence. Now it was just him, his gear bag at his feet, and the weight of everything he’d worked for pressing on his shoulders.

He wiped the sweat from his face with a towel, but it didn’t stop the sting in his eyes. A tear slipped free, warm against his cheek. He let it fall, staring blankly at the floor.

His final match at Reality of Wrestling. The place that had given him a second chance, a purpose. And yet, all he felt was a hollow ache.

“You’re in your head too much, Isayah.”

The familiar voice broke the silence. Zilla looked up sharply to see Booker T standing in the doorway, arms crossed. The older man’s presence filled the room, a mix of authority and warmth that Zilla had always respected. Booker stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

Zilla quickly wiped his face, but Booker had already seen the tear. He sat down next to Zilla on the bench, his expression soft.

“I’m proud of you, man,” Booker said, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “You’ve done the work. You’ve earned this. Don’t let anybody tell you different.”

Zilla forced a smile, but it barely lasted a second before fading. His jaw clenched as he stared at the floor.

“What if I don’t make it?” he asked, his voice showcasing doubt.

Booker frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Zilla shook his head, his fingers curling into fists. “What if I don’t live up to it? All of it—what people expect, the family name, everything. What if I end up screwing this up?”

Booker hesitated. He knew Zilla wasn’t just talking about the pressure of WWE. He leaned back, his expression careful. “This about your old man?”

Zilla swallowed hard and nodded.

Booker sighed deeply, leaning forward with his hands clasped together. “Listen, your dad was a great man in his own way, but he had demons. We all do. You’re not him, Isayah. You don’t have to carry all of that.”

Zilla’s voice cracked. “But what if I can’t escape it? What if… it’s just in me?”

Booker’s face softened, and for a moment, the veteran was silent. When he spoke again, his tone was steady, almost fatherly. “You think I don’t understand that? I’ve been there too, kid. I’ve made my share of mistakes. But I had people who pulled me out, gave me a reason to fight for something better. And now, you’ve got that same chance.”

Zilla didn’t look up. The words hit home, but they didn’t erase the fear gnawing at his chest. Booker studied him for a moment, then nodded, as if coming to a decision.

“How about this,” Booker said, his voice breaking through the tension. “A friend of mine—professor over at the college—he’s hosting a seminar tomorrow. Addiction in sports. He invited me to answer some questions, talk about the stuff we’ve seen in this business. Why don’t you come with me?”

Zilla frowned, finally meeting Booker’s eyes. “To do what?”

“Tell your story.”

Zilla shook his head almost immediately. “Nah, man. I can’t do that. That’s not me.”

Booker leaned forward, his gaze unwavering. “It is you. You’ve lived it. And there’s somebody out there who needs to hear it. You don’t have to be perfect to make a difference, Isayah.”

The younger man hesitated, running a hand over his face. He didn’t trust himself, didn’t trust his words to matter. But Booker’s voice carried the same conviction it always had, the same belief that had gotten Zilla to this point.

“Think of it as doing one last thing for me,” Booker added, his tone softening.

Zilla exhaled sharply, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the request. Finally, he nodded, his voice barely audible. “Alright. I’ll do it.”

A slow smile spread across Booker’s face. “That’s what I’m talking about.” He clapped Zilla on the back, his pride evident. “You’re gonna do good, kid.”

Zilla tried to return the smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. The fear was still there, clawing at the edges of his resolve. He didn’t know if he could live up to Booker’s belief in him—or if he could outrun the shadow of his father’s legacy.

But for now, he had made a promise. And for Booker, he’d keep it.

—

Zilla pulled into the Rice University’s School of Social Sciences Department parking lot, the engine of his grey Camaro purring as he slowly came to a stop. He got out, adjusting his black collared polo and dark jeans, making sure his outfit was as sharp as ever. His white Nikes gleamed under the midday sun, and the lingering scent of Versace cologne clung to the air around him as he made his way toward the entrance.

He noticed Booker speaking with another man, an older figure dressed in a neatly pressed suit. Zilla recognized him immediately—Professor Carter, the head of the Psychology Department, and the man who had been running the seminar on addiction that Booker had invited him to. The two men seemed to be in a deep conversation, but as Zilla approached, Booker caught sight of him and gave him a small wave.

“Zilla!” Booker called out, motioning for him to join them.

As Zilla approached, Booker slapped the older man on the back with a grin. “This is Professor Carter, head of the Psychology Department. Carter, this is my guy, Zilla.”

The professor smiled warmly, his hand outstretched. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Fatu. I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

Zilla shook his hand, nodding. “Pleasure’s mine, Professor.”

Professor Carter’s eyes twinkled as he glanced past Zilla for a moment, scanning the surroundings. “I believe I see my star student coming this way.” He paused for emphasis. “She’s going to be the best psychiatrist Texas has ever seen. You’ll see.”

Zilla looked over, intrigued by the professor’s words, and soon enough, he saw the girl Carter was referring to.

She was walking toward them, a slight, thick figure with a certain quiet confidence in her stride. She was dressed casually—light blue jeans, a black oversized cardigan with large white stars dotted across it, and a white tank top. Her black platform Vans added a bit of height, and her short curly hair barely grazed her shoulders. She wore light mascara on her lashes, and her pouty lips were highlighted with a subtle gloss. Over her shoulder, she carried a red bookbag, which appeared to hold a laptop and a few thick books.

Zilla felt his gaze linger on her longer than he intended, his mind momentarily distracted by the way she moved, the way she held herself, and the natural ease of her presence. He didn’t even realize he was staring until the girl stopped just a few feet from him, her smile soft but playful.

“He doesn’t speak much, does he?” she said, breaking the silence with a light chuckle, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Zilla blinked, snapping out of his daze, and felt a sharp nudge from Booker. The older man shot him a knowing look before turning to Dahlia with a warm smile.

“This is Zilla,” Booker said, “The man of the hour. He’s had a hell of start in his career in wrestling, but he’s here to share his story today.”

Dahlia smiled softly and extended her hand toward Zilla. “I’m Dahlia,” she introduced herself, her voice calm but confident. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Zilla, still a bit caught off guard, shook her hand with a firm grip. “Nice to meet you too,” he managed, his voice a little rougher than usual. He could feel the weight of her gaze, but he quickly looked away, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity stirring within him. He wasn’t used to someone like her—someone who seemed both sharp and approachable at the same time.

Professor Carter chuckled softly at the awkward moment. “Dahlia’s been in the program here for the last three years. She’s the kind of student who challenges you, makes you think deeper about addiction and its psychological impact. I’m sure she’ll have some questions for you today that’ll make you rethink things yourself.”

Dahlia raised an eyebrow playfully. “I’m not here to interrogate, just… to learn.” She turned toward Booker. “Thanks for the invite, by the way. I’m really looking forward to hearing Zilla’s perspective.”

Zilla nodded at her, his mind still somewhat scattered from the interaction. He could tell she was different from the usual crowd he was used to—more thoughtful, more intense. The way she looked at him made him uneasy, almost like she could see through his exterior.

“Glad you’re both here,” Professor Carter said, motioning toward the seats set up for the seminar. “Let’s get started. We’ve got a lot of ground to cover, and Zilla, we’re grateful you’re willing to share your story.”

Zilla nodded again, walking toward a chair near the front, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He knew this was going to be hard, but if there was anyone who could handle it, it was him. As he settled into the seat, Dahlia took the chair next to him, her presence almost magnetic. She hadn’t said much yet, but Zilla could feel the tension between them, an undercurrent of curiosity and something else he couldn’t quite place.

Professor Carter adjusted his glasses and turned to the audience. “Today, we’re going to be discussing addiction in sports, the pressure athletes face, and how these issues can affect not only their careers but their personal lives. And Zilla, well, his experiences will shed light on just how deep these struggles can go.” Professor Carter then gestured to Zilla to start speaking.

As the room settled, Zilla leaned forward in his chair, his hands clasped tightly in front of him. The light from the overhead lamps reflected off his sharp features, but his expression was distant, as if he was somewhere else—somewhere in the past. He inhaled deeply, his chest tightening before exhaling slowly, trying to steady the nerves that were creeping up on him.

It wasn’t easy, this part. Talking about the things that had haunted him for years.

“I made a lot of stupid mistakes,” Zilla began, his voice low but steady, eyes focused on the floor in front of him. “When I was 15, I got charged with aggravated robbery. I was young, reckless, and angry. Got myself locked up for six years. My life was a mess—steering me in all the wrong directions.” He paused, the weight of the words sinking in. “I wasn’t proud of it. Hell, I hated myself for a long time. But that’s how it was.”

He glanced up at the audience, the faces staring back at him now. It felt different to speak in front of people who weren’t in the wrestling world, who didn’t know his story. But he couldn’t keep hiding from it. He’d made it this far—he owed it to himself to finally be honest.

“When I got out, I decided to follow in my dad’s footsteps,” Zilla continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “Wrestling was the only thing that felt real, the only thing that kept me from falling back into that same shit. I wanted to be like him, even though I knew… deep down, it wasn’t going to be easy.” His fingers drummed softly against the armrest, as though trying to anchor himself.

His gaze shifted to the side, staring at the blank wall. He could almost hear his dad’s voice in his head, his late father, Edward Fatu, the man who had become a wrestling legend under the name Umaga. But Zilla’s voice shook slightly as he spoke his father’s name, the weight of that loss still fresh.

“But there was always this fear…” Zilla’s voice cracked for a moment before he cleared his throat, composing himself. “Fear that I’d end up like him. My dad… he struggled. I mean, he struggled with addiction, just like a lot of wrestlers do. He had painkillers in his system when he passed—hydrocodone, Soma, Valium. And on top of that, his heart and liver were already shot. The combination of those drugs and his heart disease… that’s what killed him.”

He paused, letting the words sink in, feeling the air in the room shift. The mention of his father’s death never got easier, no matter how many times he said it aloud.

Zilla looked up then, meeting the eyes of the small crowd, but his eyes were distant. “The toxicology reports said it was a heart attack brought on by acute toxicity from all those substances in his system.” He swallowed hard, the memory of his father’s body being carried away like it was just yesterday. “And that’s what terrified me. I didn’t want to end up like that. I didn’t want to let wrestling—or anything—become the thing that killed me.”

He turned his attention to Dahlia, who had been quietly observing him, her expression unreadable. Something about her gaze made him feel exposed, as though she was seeing parts of him he’d tried to keep buried.

“I was afraid to wrestle at first,” Zilla admitted, his voice becoming softer, more vulnerable. “Afraid of what it could do to me—afraid of what it could do to my body, my mind, the way it consumed my father. But there was something in me that kept pushing me to step into that ring, even when I didn’t feel ready.”

His hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white as he fought back the urge to let his emotions spill over.

“It wasn’t just about making my dad proud anymore,” Zilla said, his voice firming up. “It was about making sure I didn’t follow his path. I wanted to be something more than what he was. But some days… I feel like I’m just one bad decision away from losing everything.”

There was a long silence, broken only by the sound of Zilla’s breathing. He looked at the audience, his mind swimming in the past, but also feeling a strange sense of relief from speaking it out loud.

Professor Carter, who had been quietly listening, nodded slowly, as if processing everything Zilla had shared. “Thank you for your honesty, Zilla,” he said, his voice calm but sincere. “Not many people can talk about their struggles with that level of clarity. It’s clear that you’ve worked hard to make a name for yourself.”

Zilla managed a faint smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m still working on it,” he said, his voice tinged with a mix of pride and doubt. “But I know one thing for sure: I won’t let my father’s mistakes define me.”

As the silence lingered in the room, Zilla shifted in his seat, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of having opened up like that. He didn’t expect it to feel like this—like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, but it was also a strange kind of emptiness, like he had exposed too much of himself in such a short time.

Dahlia’s gaze was still on him, her expression unreadable. He wasn’t sure what she was thinking, but something told him she understood. She had her own story, her own struggles. Zilla could see the curiosity in her eyes, but also something else—something more.

As the seminar came to a close, the room filled with a mix of murmurs and applause. The audience had asked their questions, and Zilla had continued to answer them all—the raw truth about his struggles with addiction, mental health, and the shadow of his father’s legacy. It hadn’t been easy, but it had been necessary. His chest felt lighter, even though the weight of everything still lingered.

Zilla sat back in his chair, wiping a hand over his face. He couldn’t believe he’d just bared himself to a room full of strangers, but somehow, he felt a sense of release, a small victory.

He noticed Dahlia again as she spoke to a group of students near the door, her animated expressions and easy smile contrasting the weight of the questions she’d asked him just moments before. She was different. The way she carried herself, the way she seemed to ask questions that went deeper than the surface—it intrigued him.

His thoughts were interrupted by a gentle nudge from Booker, who had silently approached him, a grin on his face. “What’s on your mind, Zilla?” he asked, his voice soft but knowing.

Zilla shifted in his seat, still looking at Dahlia as she laughed with the other students. “Nothing,” he muttered, then hesitated. “Just… thinking.”

Booker raised an eyebrow, following Zilla’s gaze. “Yeah, I see you thinking. She’s something else, huh?”

Zilla sighed, feeling a heat rise in his cheeks despite himself. “She’s… too smart for me,” he admitted, his voice low. “I’m just some guy from Houston, a wrestler trying to make it. I don’t know if I’m her type.”

Booker chuckled, shaking his head. “Man, you’re something else.” He paused, considering Zilla for a moment before speaking again. “She interviewed me for her educational podcast a while back. Real sharp. You know what? Why don’t you go talk to her?”

Zilla blinked, caught off guard by the suggestion. “Talk to her? I don’t know, Booker. She’s not like the other people I’m used to talking to.”

Booker leaned in, a knowing smile spreading across his face. “You really gonna back down from this? I never thought I’d see the day.”

Zilla glanced at Booker, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I don’t know… She’s… ethereal. Like she’s not from this world or something.”

Booker let out a hearty laugh, slapping Zilla on the back. “You’ve been talking to her for the last hour, and now you’re acting like she’s untouchable? Man, go for it. What do you have to lose?”

Zilla shook his head, laughing nervously. “I don’t know, man. It just feels different. She’s… out of my league.”

Booker’s tone softened, the humor in his voice replaced with a bit of seriousness. “Zilla, if you let fear hold you back, you’ll never get anywhere. She’s smart, yeah, but you’re not here for her to grade you, you’re here because you have a story to tell. Don’t let her intellect intimidate you. She probably respects what you’ve been through more than anyone.”

Zilla exhaled deeply, turning to look at Dahlia again. He watched as she gestured enthusiastically to one of the students, her hand sweeping through the air as she spoke. There was something magnetic about her, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It wasn’t just the way she carried herself, or the sharpness of her mind. There was something in her energy that seemed to pull at him. And for the first time in a long time, he felt a sense of urgency—like he had to take a chance, or risk losing the opportunity forever.

“I guess you’re right,” Zilla muttered, standing up from his chair. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake off the nerves that were suddenly tightening in his chest.

Booker gave him a reassuring nod. “Go on, then. Don’t leave her hanging.”

Zilla took a deep breath, his heart pounding as he made his way toward the group of students. He hesitated for a moment, watching Dahlia’s smile, the way she seemed so at ease in a room full of strangers. But then, with a determined step, he pushed through the crowd and walked right up to her.

“Hey,” he said, his voice sounding more confident than he felt. “Mind if I steal you for a second?”

Dahlia looked up, a surprised but not unwelcoming expression on her face. “Oh, hey, Zilla,” she replied, her voice light, but there was a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. “Sure, what’s up?”

Zilla scratched the back of his neck, feeling the weight of the moment settling in. “I don’t know if this is weird or anything,” he began, “but I wanted to say… I appreciate the questions you asked earlier. You made me think about things I don’t usually talk about. You’re different, you know that?”

Dahlia raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “I’ve been told I ask too many questions,” she said with a soft laugh. “But, you handled them well.”

Zilla’s heart skipped a beat as he looked into her eyes. There was something in the way she looked at him—something that made him feel seen in a way he hadn’t in a long time. “I don’t usually do this,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “But… I don’t know, I wanted to talk. Maybe over coffee? Or something.”

Dahlia’s expression softened, and for a moment, Zilla thought he saw something flicker behind her eyes. “I’d like that,” she said. “Maybe we can trade stories. I’d like to hear more about your journey, Zilla.”

As Zilla stood there, staring into her warm gaze, the nerves that had plagued him moments before began to fade. He wasn’t sure where this would go, or what the future would hold, but for the first time in a long while, he felt like he might be taking the right step.

“How about Agora? I could use an Americano.”

Zilla chuckled, shaking his head. “Agora, huh? Never tried it, but I’m always down to try something new,” he replied, his voice light with intrigue. Dahlia’s enthusiasm was contagious, and he couldn’t help but smile.

Dahlia’s eyes brightened, her smile widening. “Trust me, it’s worth it. It’s a cozy little spot, perfect for conversations like these.”

Zilla raised an eyebrow, half-teasing, half-genuine. “Conversations like these, huh?”

Dahlia shrugged with a playful grin. “Yeah, the kind that aren’t rushed, where you can actually hear each other think.”

Zilla smiled softer this time, his gaze flickering to her before he glanced back at the car. “I can get on board with that.”

They made their way out of the building and onto the warm campus grounds. The afternoon sun cast long shadows over the walkways, the fading light wrapped around them like a golden blanket. Zilla couldn’t help but notice how her easy stride seemed to match the rhythm of the day, like she was completely at ease in her own skin. His attention lingered on her without meaning to.

“You live on campus?” Zilla asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

Dahlia nodded. “Yeah, been here for a while now. It’s convenient, you know? Close to everything. I don’t mind the commute, plus it’s easier on the parking.”

Zilla smiled. “Yeah, parking at the university can be a nightmare.” He led her toward the Camaro, still in awe of how easily they slipped into conversation.

Dahlia laughed, pushing her hair back slightly. “Exactly! But I do take the metro around town, actually. It’s simpler and saves me the hassle of looking for parking everywhere. Plus, it gives me time to think, listen to music… just zone out.”

Zilla smirked. “Metro, huh? You seem like someone who makes the best out of everything.”

She shrugged with a small, thoughtful smile. “I guess. It’s the little things. Makes it easier to deal with the bigger things.”

Zilla nodded, impressed. “I respect that. I wish I could find time for those little moments.”

As they reached his car, Zilla unlocked it and opened the passenger door for her. The soft warmth of the afternoon air mixed with a cool breeze as Dahlia climbed in, the faint scent of her perfume lingering in the space between them.

“Well, I guess that makes you my chauffeur for today, huh?” she teased, winking at him as she buckled her seatbelt.

Zilla chuckled, getting into the driver’s seat. “I suppose so,” he said, starting the engine.

The drive to Agora was easy, the streets of Houston winding around them. Rap music played quietly through the car’s speakers, filling the gaps in conversation as Zilla navigated through the city. Every now and then, their laughter mixed with the music, making the time pass faster than expected.

After a while, Dahlia glanced over at him. “So, Zilla,” she began, her tone soft but probing. “I know we talked a bit at the seminar, but what made you decide to get into wrestling? I mean, with everything you’ve been through… it’s not exactly a simple career to jump into.”

Zilla’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, the familiar weight of the question settling on his chest. He stared at the road ahead, unsure of how to answer. His dad—the legacy of it all—always lingered just beneath the surface.

“I guess I was always around it,” he said slowly, his voice thick with the past. “My family, the business. My dad, uncles… all of them. It felt like a way to carry on, even when everything else was falling apart. But it wasn’t easy. After everything… after the mess I made of my life, I wasn’t sure I could do it. But in the end, wrestling was the one thing that felt like it was meant for me.”

Dahlia nodded, her gaze never leaving him. “It sounds like it was hard for you, carrying the weight of your family’s expectations, along with the fear of becoming your dad.”

Zilla glanced over at her, a little surprised by her insight. “Yeah, it was. I was afraid of it, to be honest. I didn’t want to end up like him. But wrestling… I had to face my own demons. And I realized I couldn’t just let his legacy be a shadow over me forever.”

Dahlia’s expression softened, but there was an intensity in her eyes as she spoke again. “Your dad, he… died from an overdose, right? I mean, that’s part of what you’ve had to come to terms with.”

Zilla’s chest tightened as the memory resurfaced, the image of his father’s untimely death haunting him as always. “Yeah. The toxicology report said he had hydrocodone, carisoprodol, and diazepam in his system. Mixed with the heart and liver disease he had… it killed him. It was a heart attack brought on by the drugs, and it… it fucked me up. Made me question everything.”

Dahlia’s gaze softened. “That’s a lot to carry. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Zilla gave a small nod, his throat tightening slightly. “Thanks. It still hurts sometimes, you know?”

They drove in silence for a moment, the weight of Zilla’s words hanging in the air. Dahlia was the first to break the silence.

“So, what about you, Zilla?” she asked softly. “What about your own mental health? You’re carrying a lot, I can tell. Have you tried to talk to someone? Maybe professional help?”

Zilla stiffened for a second, not used to talking about his own struggles, but Dahlia’s earnestness made him feel comfortable enough to open up. “Yeah, I’ve been to therapy a few times. It helps, but there’s always this fear in the back of my mind. What if I end up like my dad? What if the pressure gets to me and I just… break?”

Dahlia’s voice was quiet, but it held a deep understanding. “You’re already doing something about it, Zilla. You’re here, talking about it. That’s a step in the right direction.”

Zilla looked over at her, his eyes searching hers for sincerity. He could see it—she meant it. And for the first time in a long while, he felt like someone truly understood.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice steady. “I needed to hear that.”

They pulled into the parking lot of Agora, the warm afternoon light casting long shadows over the building. As they got out of the car, Zilla looked over at Dahlia, feeling a strange sense of calm.

“So, this is it, huh?” he asked, his tone lighter than before.

Dahlia smiled, her eyes bright. “Yeah, just follow my lead, and you’ll love it.”

Zilla laughed, following her to the entrance. For the first time in a while, he felt like maybe—just maybe—he was starting something new. Something that wasn’t just about the past or the weight of expectations. Something that was about him.

Zilla and Dahlia approached the front counter, the soft hum of chatter and the clink of mugs filling the air. The barista, a young woman with short brown hair and a bright smile, looked up as they approached.

“Hey there!” she greeted them warmly. “What can I get you two?”

Dahlia didn’t hesitate. “I’ll take an Americano, please.”

Zilla, glancing at the menu briefly, added, “I’ll take the hot chocolate.”

Dahlia pulled out her cash, handing over the exact amount for both drinks. Zilla watched, amused by her casual confidence. As she handed over the bills, he raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I feel like the girl now.”

Dahlia laughed, her smile genuine. “Oh, please, it’s just eight bucks.”

Zilla shook his head. “Still, I could’ve paid.”

Dahlia shrugged, not missing a beat. “It’s fine. You’re my guest.”

“Right,” Zilla teased. “Your guest who feels a little out of place now.”

They moved to the pick-up section of the counter, waiting for their drinks. The friendly barista soon handed them their cups, each one topped with frothy cream. Dahlia, taking her Americano, motioned for Zilla to follow her as she led them to a more private table tucked away in the corner.

As they settled into the cozy corner, the soft buzz of the café providing a background hum, Dahlia raised an eyebrow. “Not a coffee fan?” she asked, eyeing his choice of hot chocolate with a curious glance.

Zilla shrugged nonchalantly, stirring his drink. “Whatcha mean?”

Dahlia smiled, leaning back in her chair. “I mean, everyone here seems to be all about the coffee. You’re the only one with hot chocolate.”

Zilla chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. “I’m not everyone. I don’t mind coffee, but sometimes I just want something sweeter, you know?”

Dahlia nodded thoughtfully. “Fair enough. I like my coffee strong, but there’s definitely something comforting about hot chocolate.”

They fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, sipping their drinks and watching the afternoon light fade outside the café windows.

Zilla, unable to hold back a playful grin, finally broke the quiet. “You’re really into your coffee, huh?”

Dahlia laughed, her eyes lighting up. “You could say that. It’s kind of a ritual for me. Helps me focus, clears my mind. Plus, it’s just… comforting. Kind of like a constant in all the chaos.”

Zilla’s gaze softened, recognizing the depth in her words. “I get that. You’ve got a lot of different things going on in your life, huh?”

Dahlia smiled, her expression thoughtful. “Yeah, it feels like it sometimes. But it’s all part of the journey, right?”

Zilla nodded, leaning back in his chair, his eyes still on her. “Yeah. Sometimes, it’s hard to see where you’re going, but you’ve just got to trust the process, I guess.”

Dahlia’s smile was gentle but knowing. “Exactly.”

The conversation lingered for a while, flowing naturally between them. Zilla felt an ease he hadn’t expected. There was something about Dahlia’s perspective, her ability to make the heavy things feel lighter, that kept him drawn in.

As they continued to chat, Zilla found himself thinking that maybe—just maybe—he was starting to enjoy this journey after all.

Zilla leaned back in his chair, swirling his hot chocolate absentmindedly, his curiosity piqued. “So… what about you, Dahlia? What’s your story? I mean, you’ve been through a lot, right? You seem like you have a lot of wisdom for someone your age.”

Dahlia’s smile faltered slightly, her eyes dropping to the surface of her drink as if weighing whether she should share. She took a slow breath before meeting his gaze, her tone steady but tinged with an honesty that caught Zilla off guard.

“Well, I was a ward of the state from the time I was born until I turned 18,” she began quietly, her words soft but unwavering. “I was bounced around between foster homes, group homes… you name it. Never really had a stable place to call home. It was… tough, you know? Always feeling like I didn’t belong anywhere.”

Zilla’s eyes softened as he listened, his earlier teasing tone completely gone. “That sounds… rough.”

Dahlia nodded, her fingers tracing the edge of her cup. “Yeah, it wasn’t easy. But when I turned 18, I had to file for FAFSA to apply for college. That’s when I had to contact my mother for the first time, and I… I don’t really know what I was expecting. I had only met her twice before, so I was kind of looking for some kind of connection, I guess.” She paused, her lips pressing together in thought. “But when I finally tracked her down, I found out she’d overdosed not long after. I never really got to know her.”

Zilla sat silently for a moment, letting her words sink in. He could feel the weight of what she was saying, the gravity of having to face that kind of truth. He opened his mouth to say something but paused, unsure of how to respond.

“That’s… a lot to carry,” he said quietly, his voice full of empathy. “I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like. Not having that family support, then trying to figure out who you are…”

Dahlia shrugged slightly, though her eyes looked distant, as though she were caught between the past and the present. “It’s not easy, but… I think it’s part of who I am. I had to learn to rely on myself, to trust my own instincts, and that made me want to help other people. That’s why I’m studying psychology. I want to understand how the mind works—why we do what we do—because I never really had the answers growing up. And maybe I can help someone else find those answers before it’s too late.”

Zilla’s heart clenched as he listened, admiring her strength. “I think you’re doing a hell of a job figuring it out. Not a lot of people could go through all that and still want to make something positive out of it.”

Dahlia smiled, though it was tinged with a quiet sadness. “Sometimes, you don’t have a choice. You just keep going because that’s all you can do. But… yeah, it helps to know that some people see it. It’s not about the struggles, you know? It’s about how you choose to keep going in spite of them.”

Zilla sat back in his chair, his own thoughts swirling as he processed her words. There was something about Dahlia that made him feel like he wasn’t the only one carrying a heavy past. They were two people, from two very different worlds, but in that moment, it felt like they understood each other in ways neither had expected.

“Well,” Zilla said after a moment, his voice warm, “I think you’re gonna make one hell of a psychiatrist, Dahlia.”

Her smile returned, more genuine this time, and she gave a small nod. “Thanks, Zilla. That means a lot.”

As they sat there, the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows, the conversation drifted into more lighthearted topics. But Zilla couldn’t shake the feeling that he was starting to build something real here. Something unexpected. Something that made him want to keep going, just like Dahlia had said.

Dahlia leaned forward slightly, her eyes curious as she took a sip of her Americano. She had listened to Zilla’s story and his struggles, but now it seemed like she wanted to know more about his life, the side of him that wasn’t just about the past.

“So… wrestling, huh?” she asked with a soft chuckle. “You never really explained that part. I mean, you’ve been through all this stuff, and now you’re in this… tough world of professional wrestling. What’s that like?”

Zilla took a deep breath, his fingers tapping against his cup absentmindedly. He had been so focused on talking about his struggles, his past, but he hadn’t really delved into the part of his life that had become his escape. His identity.

“It’s… intense,” Zilla said, his voice dropping slightly as he leaned back in his chair. “It’s a rush, you know? But it’s also a grind. You work your ass off, you get banged up, and you still have to get up and do it again. I’m leaving Monday morning for a few matches. It’s a crazy schedule—constant travel, no real downtime.”

He let out a low sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve been doing it since July 2023. But it’s all I’ve known since I was a kid. It’s what my old man did, and it’s… it’s what I’ve been trying to do, too. I wanna make a name for myself, but at the same time, it’s like… I’m carrying this weight, you know? Trying to live up to something that’s bigger than me.”

Dahlia watched him closely, sensing the internal conflict in his words. She had seen a lot of people in her life carry burdens they couldn’t shake, but Zilla’s seemed different. It wasn’t just about the past—it was about living up to an ideal, a legacy, and trying to balance that with the man he wanted to be.

“Sounds exhausting,” she said quietly, her tone sympathetic. “But… you’re doing it, right? You’re making it work. That’s gotta mean something.”

Zilla nodded slowly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, I guess. But it’s hard, Dahlia. I mean… I’m trying to carve my own path, but the shadows of my father and what he went through—they still follow me everywhere I go. And sometimes, I wonder if I’m just repeating the same mistakes he made.”

Dahlia’s gaze softened, her lips parting slightly as she considered his words. She had been there, in her own way—fighting against her past, trying to figure out how to move forward. “It’s okay to be afraid of that. To wonder. But that doesn’t mean you’re doomed to repeat it. You’ve got the strength to change, Zilla. I can see it in you. You just have to believe it, too.”

Zilla met her gaze, something unspoken passing between them. It was a look of understanding, a look that said they both knew how heavy it could feel to live in the shadows of their own histories. But in that moment, it also felt like the first step toward something new—something better.

“Well,” he said, breaking the silence with a small chuckle, “I’ll try to remember that next time I’m getting tossed around in the ring. But it’s hard to think about anything when you’re getting slammed into the mat.”

Dahlia laughed lightly, the sound filling the space between them. “Yeah, I can imagine. But hey, at least you don’t have to get up for a lecture on Monday.”

Zilla smiled, appreciating her attempt to lighten the mood. “True. I don’t think I could survive a 9 AM class after a match.”

They both sat back in their chairs, their conversation drifting into a more casual tone as the afternoon sun continued to pour through the café windows. But Zilla found himself thinking about her words, about the quiet strength she seemed to have. Maybe they weren’t that different after all. They both had pasts they were running from, but they were still trying to move forward. Together, they might be able to figure out where they were going.

“Anyway,” Zilla said after a beat, his voice softer now. “Thanks for letting me ramble. I usually don’t talk about this stuff with anyone.”

Dahlia smiled, her eyes warm. “You don’t have to thank me. I like hearing your story. It makes me think… maybe we all need to talk more.”

Zilla raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

Dahlia leaned in, her smile playful but sincere. “Yeah. Sometimes the hardest part is just saying it out loud.”

Zilla thought about that for a moment, then nodded. “Guess you’re right. Maybe I should try it more often.”

“Maybe we both should,” Dahlia agreed, her voice barely above a whisper, as if sharing a secret.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, the quiet connection between them stronger than any words they could say. The future was uncertain, but somehow, it felt a little less daunting now that they had each other’s stories.

As the daylight began to fade, the golden hues of the afternoon shifted into the soft pinks and purples of evening. Zilla glanced at the window, watching as the sky darkened, the city lights beginning to twinkle in the distance. It was a peaceful moment, the kind that made him forget about everything else.

“Time really does fly,” Dahlia said, a small smile playing on her lips as she glanced at the clock on the wall.

Zilla looked back at her, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I actually had a really great time,” he admitted, his voice more sincere than he had intended. It wasn’t something he said often, but there was something about today—about her—that felt different. Easier.

Dahlia’s smile widened at his words, and she started to gather her things, the light rustle of her bag reminding him that their time together was coming to an end. “Well, I do have to catch the metro back to the university,” she said, her voice carrying the slightest hint of reluctance. “I’ve got some ramen waiting for me at my dorm.”

Zilla raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. “Well, why cut it short?” he asked, leaning back in his seat.

Dahlia paused, raising an eyebrow at him in confusion. “Whatcha mean?”

Zilla leaned forward, lowering his voice just slightly. “The Burger Joint’s not too far from here. Best fries in town.”

Dahlia chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh, I’m on a fixed income,” she replied, but there was a playful tone to her voice as she waved him off.

Zilla didn’t miss a beat, interrupting her before she could say more. “Dahlia, it’s a date,” he said, the words coming out with surprising confidence.

Her eyes widened for a brief moment, and then her smile softened as she let the words sink in. “Oh… I thought this was a date,” she said, teasing him with a knowing look.

Zilla chuckled, a light flush creeping across his cheeks. “This whole day could be a date,” he replied, feeling a warmth settle in his chest at the thought. It wasn’t often that he let himself be this open, this… honest. But something about Dahlia made him want to be more.

Dahlia’s cheeks flushed a soft pink at his words, her lips curling into a shy smile. “Well, in that case,” she said, standing up with a quick glance at her watch, “I guess I’ll let you treat me to some fries.”

Zilla grinned, his heart lifting at her playful response. “Come on,” he said, standing up as well, his voice a little more upbeat now. “Let’s make it a date, then.”

Dahlia laughed softly, her eyes sparkling as she gave him a look that was both warm and a little teasing. “Alright, Mr. Date. Lead the way.”

As they walked out of the café together, Zilla felt the weight of the day lift from his shoulders. For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t thinking about his past, or his future, or the struggles that had always been on his mind. He was just… present. And for that moment, it was enough.

The cool evening air greeted them as they stepped outside, the sound of the city buzzing softly in the background. Zilla didn’t know where this would go, or what tomorrow would bring, but he knew one thing for sure: this moment, with Dahlia, was something he wasn’t going to let slip away.

After their dinner at The Burger Joint, Zilla and Dahlia walked outside, the cool night air filling their lungs as they made their way back to her university. The streets were quieter now, the noise of the city replaced by the hum of distant traffic and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.

—

Zilla pulled into the entrance of her dorm building, the bright lights casting a soft glow on the path ahead. He parked and got out, walking around to open the door for Dahlia.

As they walked together towards the building, Dahlia turned to him, her voice soft as she hesitated for a moment. “Would you…?”

Zilla didn’t let her finish, his response coming almost instinctively. “Yes,” he said, a half-smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at her.

Dahlia blinked in surprise, then let out a laugh. “You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”

Zilla shrugged, grinning. “Yes to everything.”

Dahlia raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she smiled and led him inside. As they reached her room, she unlocked the door and pushed it open, gesturing for Zilla to follow her in.

Zilla stepped inside and immediately noticed the empty bed on the other side of the room. It looked untouched, the neatly made sheets a stark contrast to the casual comfort of her space. Dahlia locked the door behind them and gave a casual shrug.

“My roommate’s in Switzerland right now with her sugar daddy,” Dahlia said, her voice playful as she moved to her mini-fridge and grabbed a bottle of Sprite.

Zilla laughed, settling onto the edge of her bed. “That’s… quite the setup,” he remarked, shaking his head in disbelief.

Dahlia grinned and sat beside him, the soft fizzing of the Sprite breaking the quiet as she opened it. She handed him the bottle, and he took it with a smile. The room was bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp, casting a gentle warmth over everything.

Without saying much, Dahlia turned on the stereo. The room filled with the mellow, soulful sounds of Luther by Kendrick Lamar and SZA, the music weaving its way around them, adding an intimate vibe to the atmosphere. The smooth rhythm seemed to settle the air between them, and Zilla felt an unusual calm as he leaned back slightly, looking over at her.

She sat next to him, her presence easy and warm, and Zilla couldn’t help but feel grateful for this moment. It was simple, nothing extravagant, but it was real. Dahlia’s smile as she took a sip of her Sprite made him feel a little lighter, and for the first time in a while, he didn’t feel weighed down by his past or his future.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a night quite like this,” Zilla said after a beat, his eyes meeting hers.

Dahlia looked at him for a long moment, the music continuing to play softly in the background. “I’m glad,” she said quietly. “I think it’s good for both of us, you know?”

Zilla nodded, not sure how to respond, but the way she looked at him made him feel like he didn’t need to say anything. Sometimes, silence could speak louder than words.

He leaned back against the wall, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before he finally broke the silence. “You know, I was kind of nervous when you first asked me to come with you to that seminar,” he confessed. “But I’m glad I did.”

Dahlia smiled, her eyes softening. “I’m glad you came too.”

As the music continued to soothe the room, the soft melodies of Luther creating a comfortable silence between them, Zilla couldn't help but notice how the moment felt suspended in time.

Dahlia's eyes were on him, their connection unspoken but tangible. His heart seemed to beat a little faster in his chest, as if it had been waiting for this very moment.

There was something about the way she looked at him, something that made him feel safe yet uncertain all at once. The weight of their shared stories, their experiences, hung in the air, and Zilla felt an overwhelming urge to act on the feeling that had been building between them.

Without thinking too much, Zilla leaned in, his body drawing closer to hers. He paused for a moment, eyes searching hers as if looking for permission. Dahlia's gaze softened, and before either of them could second-guess it, Zilla's lips found hers in a soft, tentative kiss.

The kiss was gentle, almost like both of them were testing the waters, unsure yet drawn to each other. Zilla's hand rested lightly on his love handles, his fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt as if grounding himself in the moment. It was intimate, but there was a hesitancy in it, a softness that made everything feel new, delicate.

He pulled her a little closer, his lips moving gently against hers, a deeper connection forming with every passing second. The world outside seemed to disappear as Zilla focused only on the warmth of her body pressed against his, the rhythmic beat of his heart that somehow seemed to sync with hers. The kiss became more than just a gesture-it was a moment of vulnerability, of quiet understanding.

Dahlia responded, her hands moving to rest lightly on his chest as she matched his movements. Zilla could feel her breath against his lips, the way she leaned into him as if she, too, wanted this closeness. The tension in the room shifted, and for the first time in a long while, Zilla didn't feel the weight of his past or the pressure of his future. There was only this moment, only her.

It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a kiss that held the weight of unspoken feelings. Neither of them rushed it, savoring the quiet connection that formed between them. Zilla's hand moved from his side, gently cupping her cheek, his thumb grazing the softness of her skin.

Everything felt right, in a way he hadn't expected, like a quiet certainty that whatever happened next, they had this-this connection, this understanding-between them.

And for a moment, that was enough.

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