#there's something really interesting here

[marvelslut16]

Robby's Biological Clock

Pairing: Dr. Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch x resident!reader

Synopsis: Robby opens up to the reader that he realizes that he wants a child after finding out that he almost had one.

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: Mentions of abortion. Standing a little to close to the edge of a roof. My poor writing, felt cute might delete later.

A/N: The writing bug has bitten me yet again. And I have another Langdon one half done already. Wrote this over the course of 2 days and I didn't proof read it, so I really hope it makes sense!

You keep your eyes trained on Robby after he passes his caseload off to Abbot, you’ve kept an eye on him for the last few hours really. Something shifted in him a few hours ago, and he went from his stern but friendly self to closed off and distant. With everybody. You’ve been watching, waiting for the other shoe to drop and for him to snap completely. Or have a breakdown.

You watch as Robby slips out a side door into the stairwell, and you know right away where he’s going. You’d never seen it with your own eyes, but it was a poorly kept secret in the ED that after a long grueling shift either Abbot or Robby would go up to the roof and the other would talk them down. Everyone who knew, knew they wouldn’t actually jump, it was just a release for them. 

This time you can’t ignore Robby’s obvious distress, watching Abbot get dragged into South eight by one of his residents for a consult, you make up your mind to follow Robby. Up and up and up the stairs you go, until the wind is rushing past your face. Taking a deep breath, you let the cooler air wash over you after a long shift, and a part of you understands why your two favorite attendings come up here. 

“I don’t want to talk tonight, Jack,” Robby’s voice floats to you with the wind at the sound of the door shutting, never bothering to turn around.

“It’s a good thing I’m not Jack then,” you walk over to the railing, looking at the sunset, not at your attending. 

“(Y/L/N), what are you doing up here?” Robby turns around at your voice, and you reach out your hand a little for him to grab if he needs to be steadied.

“Thought you could use someone to talk to, you’ve been off the past few hours,” he sighs at your words, and turns back to the sunset. “Can you at least come back on this side of the railing? Please?”

“I’m fine,” he ignores your plea, and your offer to listen to him, leaning back against the railing.You stand in silence with him for two minutes- you counted- before deciding to do something you have absolutely no interest in and, frankly, scares the shit out of you. Hiking one leg up, you swing it over the railing and slip to the other side beside Robby.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he whips his arm out in front of you to keep you from slipping or stepping too close to the edge. 

“The same thing you are,” you sass at him against your better judgement. 

“So if I jumped off a bridge you’d do it too?” he matches your sass, sounding just like your mom when she would talk about the dangers of peer pressure.  

“No, I’d be waiting at the bottom for your dumb ass so I could save you,” your voice is harsh, wanting to nip any conversation where he could possibly die in the bud. “So…”

“So?” he mimics your voice causing you to roll your eyes at him.

“Are you going to tell me what's wrong?” you shift slightly to face Robby, back to the pink hues of the sunset.

“I found something out today,” he pauses, sighs, and rubs his forehead. “My world got turned upside down.”

“You aren’t dying, are you?” you tried, and failed to keep your voice neutral, fear lacing every word.

No,” he leans forward, and you clutch onto his arm desperately to make sure he doesn’t go tumbling if there’s a strong gust of wind. “Nothing like that.”

“Do you have a secret kid, or something?” you tease, and by the way his lips pull down into a frown, you know you’ve struck a little too close to home. “I’m sorry, I was just joking.”

“It’s fine,” his voice is gruff, but his soulful brown eyes give away that he is in fact, not fine. “Today a woman I used to date admitted that while we were together she became pregnant, and made the decision to terminate the pregnancy.”

“Robby-” he stops you before you can start pitying him.

“It really is fine. I understand. It was her decision and I support that, I would have supported her decision in the moment, too. But now I can’t stop imagining what my life would be like if I had a child,” he glances at your face, before looking back over your shoulder at the descending sun. “I love Jake like he’s my own, but any day now he could decide he wants nothing to do with me, and never talk to me again. For years I put off the idea of having kids, I didn’t want the burden while I was still in medical school, then I was focused on advancing my career, then I met Janey and she had Jake, and with Jake I felt like I didn’t need my own children.”

“But now you feel like you do?” you ask cautiously, surprised that by talking he’ll remember you’re here and clam up.

“I have to have a child soon if I want to see them grow up and see them off to college, my biological clock is ticking,” he tries to ease the tension with a stupid joke. “Since I found out this afternoon, all I’ve been thinking about is how I’d have a toddler now, I’d be taking my child for their first day of kindergarten, I could be signing them up for dance class or little league. I would actually take days off to take them on vacations, and go to waterparks, and fairs.”

“Well when you’re ready and announce to the world that the great Michael Robinavitch is ready to have children, there will be a line of women at least two blocks long offering up their ovaries for you. I’ll have to fight them off and keep them out of the ED so we can still treat patients.”

“You’re more confident than I am,” he locks eyes with you, finally. 

“Oh please, you’re kind, caring, funny when you want to be, and you have fantastic genetics!” you don’t know what you’re thinking, you aren’t thinking really, and reach out to brush your fingers lightly through his salt and pepper hair. “You still have a good head of hair, and gorgeous brown eyes that would look so adorable passed down to a baby. You’re going to be a fantastic dad someday soon, Michael.”

The door to the stairwell creaks open, both you and Robby jolt out of the little moment you’re having. You wobble a little and Robby practically throws himself at you to catch you and keep you upright. 

“I’m okay,” you whisper, face closer to his than it’s ever been before. You could just lean in two more inches and your lips would be on his. But you can’t do that, you can’t take advantage of him and his vulnerability he’s shown you tonight on the roof, and especially not when someone else has joined you two. 

“Am I interrupting something?” Jack barks out a laugh from the doorway. 

“Nope,” your voice cracks, and you carefully step away from Robby this time.

“Just trying to keep (Y/L/N) from falling,” Michael answers at the same time.

You thought the stairwell door opening was jarring, but nothing matches the cold feeling of reality washing over you at the use of your last name. It’s not like you expected him to fall to his knees and beg you to give him a child, but you at least thought after bearing his soul to you Robby could call you by your first name in front of other people, especially his best friend.

“Well I won’t take up anymore of your boyfriend's time,” you try to cut the tension, but it’s so thick you can’t even hack away at it.

“Myrna calls us the same thing,” Dr. Abbot shakes his head and offers you his hand.

“Thank you,” you smile at your second favorite attending as he helps you climb back over the railing. 

~

Everyone you worked with in the Pitt knew that you were having a tough time deciding if you wanted to be an ED attending or go into pediatrics once you graduate. You’ve always had a soft spot for kids, and they seem to always be attached to you, no matter how shy they were when they walked or were rolled through the doors. And that’s why Dana always makes sure you take the cases involving children. Today for instance, there’s a two year old back in the ER for the third time in just as many months because her fevers keep spiking and causing her to have seizures. 

Robby watches you with the girl, Eliana, you recognized her right away from her last few visits. He watches the way you crouch down to her height when she wants to ask you a question, making sure that you’re eye level with her. Watches the way you pull a dumdum out of your scrub pocket, you always have some in there in case a little comes in. The way you effortlessly scoop her into your arms to get her to stay still long enough to check to see if she bit her tongue or cheek too hard. 

Today you’ve promised Eliana that you’ll stay after your shift and sit with her until her parents arrive, both were at work when Eliana had her seizure at daycare. When Robby looks back over at you, you're curled up on a chair that he brought into the bay just for you, and Eliana is sitting daintily on your lap, both of you engrossed in the picture book Cassie’s son left in the break room a few years ago. If he strains his ears just enough, he can hear the different voices you give each character.

“Dude, you’re obviously in love with her,” Jack appears out of nowhere, waiting for Robby to hand off his cases.  Michael scoffs in denial, but his words are cut off, “even Gloria is betting on you guys.”

“Probably so she can send me to HR and fire me for dating a subordinate,” Robby pushes his readers back up, going back to the chart he was pretending to update while he stared at you.

“She won’t be a student anymore in one month man, I hate to break it to you, no one cares that you're her attending. Just you,” Jack sighs at his friend's stupidity. “So stop trying to come up with excuses for why you can’t go for it. I saw you two on the roof, the tension was palpable.”

“What are you, some kind of walking romance novel?” Robby puts his tablet down, the guise of updating a patient's chart long forgotten. 

“I’m just saying, if I had a woman as caring and as gorgeous as her offering to carry my babies, I would jump at the opportunity,” Jack throws his hands up in surrender at the glare Michael is sending his way. 

“How long were you out there?” 

An hour later you can finally leave, Eliana’s parents arrive with apologies, their eternal gratitude, and promises of them stopping by with donuts in the morning for the whole crew. Slowly, you trudge to your locker, doing mental math to figure how much longer it’ll be until you can slip into bed after a nice, long, steaming, shower. 

“Do you want kids?” Dr. Robby corners you by your locker, you thought he had left over an hour ago when his shift ended. 

“I’d have one in nine months if I found the right guy,” you refrain from swearing at his sudden appearance. “Why? Do you know a guy?” 

“I do,” Robby nods, backing you up into said locker. “With your nose and his gorgeous brown eyes, you two would have the cutest baby around.”

“You think?” your body relaxes into his when he rests hand on your hip, thumb sliding under your scrub top. 

“Most definitely,” he whispers, breath skimming across lips.

“Well Dr. Robby, your biological clock is ticking, we should probably get started now,” you laugh as he fumbles to open your locker, having given him the code over a year ago so he could grab you your cardigan when he grabbed his sweatshirt. He rips your purse out of the locker, grabs your hand and drags you out of the hospital. 

[inthelittlewood]

Questions about Eyes And Ears AU

I had somebody ask for a brief interview regarding my storytelling for their university project and thought I'd lend a hand.

I thought those of you that follow the story might like the insight too, so here ya go:

When you first introduced the Listeners in Evo SMP, did you have a broader narrative or concept in mind, or were they more of an atmospheric element at that point?

The honest answer is that I didn't want to write too much about somebody else's character(s), that being Grian's Watchers. If I could write the conflict from the side of the Listeners then we could continue the narrative with a pre-designed opposing force but have them be relatively mute for the most part. Partly to build anticipation of when they might act or retaliate but it also worked for behind the scenes purposes too. If the series hadn't slowed/stopped as suddenly as it did, I definitely would have poked Grian to pick his brain about what story elements fit his original imagining of the Watchers. So it was mostly narrative reasoning but they also served a mechanical behind the scenes purpose of transporting us to a new area which was necessary due to bugs we'd encountered with world gen etc.

What inspired you to flesh out the Eyes and Ears AU more in recent years? Was that mostly a personal creative decision, or was it influenced by fan interest?

Honestly I hadn't premeditated too much their reintroduction into anything that I was working on. Sure I'd seen a little chattering here and there about the Watchers but I honestly just wanted to write an individual story beat (albeit a tropey one) of c!Martyn snapping and turning on Ren but that never came to fruition due to Scar taking us out. The plan was always to backstab Ren then say a cool line like "Red Winter is over, Red Spring has begun" or something else punny. Seeing the fevered reaction of the audience though gave me some confidence that I could try my hand at some layered or entirely post-production storytelling, so heading into Last Life I was all guns blazing.

The Eyes and Ears AU is quite open-ended — do you intentionally approach it with the idea of leaving narrative space for fan interpretation?

It really is right? Yes, it's a very mindful decision to leave it open-ended but not so much for the audience's benefit or interpretations, but to give myself creative freedom to take the story wherever I'd like to. Committing to too many power scale, multiverse or narrative shackles early can really strangle stories I've noticed (from reading comics and manga) meaning back pedalling or aggressive retcons are required to explore certain paths, which is rarely a good experience for the reader. I do enjoy their versatility and capability to be applied to any Minecraft or adjacent story too. Some might call it too broad, I call it malleable.

How do you feel about fans expanding the lore through headcanons and theories? Have any fan interpretations stood out or surprised you?

I think it's brilliant! People inundate my inbox on Tumblr seeking permission to write stories or create characters / AUs but I've literally no authority on that. I suppose it might be a different conversation if they were profiting off of those works, but 99% of people simply want to write for fun which I highly encourage!! I'll be honest that I haven't read a great deal of AUs or headcanons, my exposure to them is mostly via chat messages during lore talk streams or questions that come through regarding the Eyes And Ears AU. As a general rule I try to avoid reading too much of other people's works on the topic because I worry I'll accidentally regurgitate it in some way then stumble into plagiarism, you know? It's why I focus more on digesting stories outside the fandom whether it's manga, Sanderson books, reading old Japanese folk tales and the like. I can source inspiration from those on how to weave narrative and execute plot twists without having to glance in my front yard.

Has fan content (art, theories, animatics, etc.) ever influenced how you think about or approach the AU?

Oh for sure they have. It's literally why after every season we'll do a sit down stream and talk about the lore in detail. Figure out the puzzle and potential trip wires of plot points from the episodes and how we can neatly pack them into the pre-existing story. A lot of people wouldn't do that as they'd be precious about their work and believe their opinion is th only correct one, but I looooove soundboarding with the audience on it. I also take that mindset in game and sometimes think about the scenery of an impactful moment whenever I'm able to control / design it. I'll have little quips or quotes cooked in my mind for how I'd ideally deliver a blow or plot twist, buuuuut given the nature of the Life series you very rarely get to execute things how you'd like haha! I definitely wouldn't have done as many of the poems had their not been such a positive reaction to those. I often see individual lines or entire passages make their way into art pieces as typography or highlighted in animatics which is really gratifying. It's why I also put such an emphasis and priority on audio production in my editing. If I can craft something that feels atmospheric, driving and punctuating with music, staggering vocals or sound effects then the auditory portion is already done, they can focus solely on the visual aspect of things. I try and be as cinematic / TV like as my skillset allows for that reason.

You’ve mentioned trying not to fully canonise the AU, but still referencing it consistently — how do you balance telling your own story effectively, while trying not to involve other creators, particularly on the Life Series, when a lot of your time is spent in a group?

The easiest way to do this, is to not do it. For the most part the only storytelling done with the AU is done in post-production. I never name drop the Watchers or Listeners in world (believe me, I was as surprised as all of you when I saw that Secret Keeper statue in Secret Life!!) and in recent seasons they haven't even reared their head as an influence whatsoever. They're on holiday, they deserve it. But when they do whisper in my ear, they're motivated decisions that I would likely make as a player/character anyway because the win objective is always the thing I'm striving towards. I can just pepper angst around it to make things seem more manipulated rather than selfish ha. I think that's why the open ended nature of the Watchers has served me well because as much as they have a singular motive which is to feed on negative emotions, that can be achieved in so many ways ranging from bloodlust to deception, heartbreak to panic. It's versatile for storytelling. It can be in your face, or a slow burn.

What do the Watchers and Listeners represent to you, symbolically or narratively? Do they serve a specific function in the stories you tell?

The Watchers used to represent the audience when Grian first introduced them, but after departing EVO I've definitely breathed more of an egotistical and sinister air into them. They're very much a unique entity / faction now, they in some ways represent gluttony, selfishness and neglect in achieving their goals. The Listeners on the other hand, are a lot of the opposite traits, but I'm still wanting to explore how being the hard end of most conflicts can be dangerous. I want to explore that at some point, whether it be with infighting or failures. They shouldn't be seen as simply bad/good, they're just, different. It shouldn't be too hard navigating that nuance but I want it to reflect elements and motives that we find in our own lives.

[orphicsun]

˗ˏˋ BOTTOM BITCH ˎˊ˗

pairing: chatroom frequenter ellie williams + femdom!reader

warnings: 18+ content, chatroom depravity, brief interaction with a horny weirdo on a chatroom before reader meets ellie, voyeurism, sexting, video/phone sex, guided masturbation, mutual masturbation, use of a dildo, nipple play, use of names (ma'am + mommy + good girl + slut), both reader and ellie are at least 18 (ellie is described to be 21 but feel free to imagine her as any adult age), praise and slight degradation kink, reader is just bored at night and ellie is implied to be chronically online (as she is a chat room frequenter and, well...)

a/n: this is purely a work of fiction. i'm not encouraging anyone to go interact with people in sketchy chatrooms.

loose inspo creds from this vi artwork!

summary: you're a bit of an insomniac, not a desperate horn-dog on chatrooms. it's too late to talk to your fellow normal people, so you resort to sites you wish could be cleansed of the horniness. only, you fold the second a certain freckle-faced lesbian puts a forum post out for a new dom to talk to.

www.chitchat.gg. 

The link stares at you without much appeal. You haven’t touched Omegle in years, nor do you miss it. At least, you don’t miss the incels you’ve encountered in those horrific chatrooms. 

It’s safe to say you don’t miss the dicks, don’t miss the M42 horny, and you surely don’t miss the weird kinks the users hold shamefully behind doors, laptop screens bright with crickets’ ambience as a backdrop between the hours of 1-4am. You don’t miss the men, is probably what you’re really feeling. 

It’s too late and you have a busy day tomorrow–you promised yourself you wouldn’t need to take a shower tonight, that you’d make sure to tuck yourself in your bed with the sleep aid of scrolling through nostalgic minecraft youtuber content until you felt a content type of exhaustion, not the usual five-hours-of-sleep and so forth.

You would take a shower in the early hours of the day. You’re not a night owl; you enjoy the early, productive mornings. You don’t take desperate naps after a day shift and then fuck up your sleep schedule, but maybe all of those affirmations are deluded with your lack of self control. 

It’s late and you’ll regret it in the morning, but here you are for the first time in years, staring at your Google browser’s selection of links. Some are so obviously the darkest, the ones proudly advertising “share pics without registration!” or “connect with men and women for one-on-one fun!” 

No, you’re really just bored. It’s far too late to send the infamous “wanna call n play fortnite” text to everyone you talk to on a regular basis. You’re not desperate enough for social contact that you’d ever scrounge around discord servers, and you definitely wouldn’t join a server full of randoms. That is a disaster waiting to happen, not even a weak affirmation. 

It’s just your late-night logic telling you that clicking on this seemingly safer link would be any better, but here goes nothing. 

↵ enter

With a few forwarding clicks, you’re in. You could opt to find something with your interests, but you’d like to explore the entirety of people available to you first, and still, you stay hopeful that the days of horny chat room men dominating surface-level sites like these are in your bitterly nostalgic past. 

You are now chatting with untroubled porcelain. Say hi!

untroubled porcelain 

M

You can already tell where this is going, but you save an ounce of hope for humanity within you. You begin typing, soft keys clacking underneath your fingertips, hardly lit by your shitty laptop’s brightness. You make a few typos at first, oh well. 

cunteater reader

F. How are you? :) 

untroubled porcelain 

good. wyd? 

cunteater reader

just chilling in bed. hbu? 

untroubled porcelain

what are you wearing? 

You immediately groan and close the tab. You can’t say you’re surprised, but your hope isn’t completely dwindled. You instead open a new link within the browser: www.freechatnow.com

You hope to be able to weed out the sexual from the harmless bored, scrolling through forums and various selections of chatrooms. It’s already quite promising when the website requires age identification to actually talk to anyone through it. 

Live Cam Chat 

Adult Chat

Sex Chat

Singles Chat

Lesbian Chat

Gay Chat

Cam Chat 

Roleplay Chat

Video Chat

Intrigued by the lesbian chat option, you swiftly select it. After scrolling through what seems to be men dominating the chat, you sigh and exit out of the chat. You’re about to completely close the tab and your laptop and call it a night, but suddenly a forum stands out to you. It’s contradictory, but you click it.

21F lesbian. dm me please. 

That should make you close your laptop altogether, but something inside you feels a small pang of arousal. Maybe men are the problem, not sex chats. 

So, you send the first message; you’re a bit cautious at first. 

cunteater reader • 1:56 PM

hi. I saw your post on the forum. 

You hit send and stare at the screen. You feel a bit perverted, and a small bit of self shame bubbles up inside you. Is this really what you’ve resorted to to pass time?

You would never say you’re chronically online–you’ve got a part-time job at Taco Bell 15 minutes from your apartment, you frankly just don’t have the time to keep up with the revolving door that is the internet. So, you ask yourself: what type of person are you even reaching out to?

However, the moment your laptop audibly dings with a response, those feelings fade rather fast. 

subbydyke21 • 1:59 PM

hi<3 my pussy is so wet rn and i want 2 touch myself. tell me how? 

Your face feels hot now, and the slight tinge of arousal that was sparked when you saw the forum turns into wetness clinging to your underwear. This person can’t be anything but another desperate, horny person, and yet you find yourself suddenly in the same predicament. Maybe it’s the overtime, the lack of availability to simply download Tinder and find a normal person to have sex with. You mumble something about dignity as you type. 

cunteater reader • 2:00 AM

yeah. just start slow for me.

You cringe to yourself. You feel so out of your element with this, like a small sense of logic and shame is holding you back. 

subbydyke21 • 2:03 AM

wishing it were you. can i show you?

You panic for a moment–here you are, hair messy in nothing but a baggy t-shirt and underwear. Your mind runs through random what-ifs. What if this person is a level 10 weirdo? What if they doxx you? What if they stalk you?

You’re thinking with your cunt, though. 

cunteater reader • 2:07 AM

yeah 

(-)

Waiting for the call, even just the 10 second wait, is anxiety-filling. Your foot taps against your carpet until subbydyke21 finally answers. 

You hope your eyes don’t widen too much on camera, but you can’t stop yourself from slightly gawking. There she is, and she doesn’t at all look like a weirdo.

Her camera is a bit blurry, but her features make up the face of a woman who is actually quite attractive. Shaggy auburn hair pulled back in a messy bun, a soft nose covered in splotchy freckles as is the rest of her face, green eyes that you can barely make out the tone of in the dark of her room, and generously full lips. She is gorgeous, almost in an androgynous way. 

You take each other in for just a moment, and then she speaks. “Are you comfortable with, like, seeing me and stuff? You don’t mind?”

Her voice is rougher, raspier than you would’ve expected from the person you initially reached out to, but you also can’t help the heat it sends through your body, specifically down below. 

“Um, no. I mean, I don’t mind.” 

She nods. It’s a bit awkward, especially after what she had said to you, but neither of you comment on the previous desperation. It’ll build up once again. 

“Okay. Name’s Ellie, but I think we should call each other by names or somethin’ like that.” 

You spin a strand of your hair between your fingers, not exactly looking at the camera. “Like what?”

“Anything you want. You can call me a good girl, a whore, a slut, baby. I’m whatever you want me to be.” She clears her throat and you’d like to comment on the blush spreading all over her cheeks, but you’re too flustered yourself. “And I’ll call you something like.. mommy or ma’am.” 

“That’s fine.” You adjust in your seat, pulling your rolly chair close to your desk. 

“So, ma’am.. would you like me to touch myself?” 

“Go ahead,” you guide. You know you’re quiet, almost shy with it, but Ellie doesn’t mind. 

“Would you like to see me squeeze my tits for you, ma’am?” 

You nod. The general insides of your thighs rub together, craving friction; you’re glad Ellie can’t see anything below your torso. 

Ellie carries her laptop to her bed, giving you the entire view of her body. Clad in undergarments, she tosses the bra over her head, leaving her pert breasts on display for you. You don’t comment, but she can see the way you stare through the camera, watching her squeeze and roll her nipples between her fingers until they stiffen at the attention. You can only barely catch the way she pants as her actions intensify, and you’re completely mesmerized. 

“Call me a good girl, please.” She stares at you straight through the camera, and the awkward feeling you’ve been clinging to is tested. 

“You know you’re a good girl. Look at you, though. Do you show everyone on that chat site your tits, or am I just lucky?”

You hear the whines through the laptop audio, Ellie pulling at her nipples while squeezing her thighs together. “Only you, I promise. It’s only been you, ma’am.” 

“Good girl,” you repeat softly, your voice still a tad shaky with nerves. “I wanna see you rub your pussy now.” 

She quickly nods and lays down on the bed in front of the laptop, hastily shedding her boxers. You can’t see the amount of arousal that was pooling in the crotch of the fabric, but there is a visible shine of slick all over her pussy. And fuck, if that isn’t the prettiest pussy you’ve seen in a while. 

You don’t even see where the last piece of clothing lands nor do you care. You can’t take your eyes off of the exposed slice of heaven between her parted thighs. Her head rests against her bed as she begins to touch herself, just hesitantly, as if waiting for your guidance. 

“Atta girl, just like that.. keep your fingers on your clit and just rub it for me, baby. Slowly.” 

“Fuck, mommy,” she moans, trying her hardest not to just rub her pussy raw. It already feels overbearing for the poor girl, but she wants more. 

“You like getting yourself on camera? Makes you feel good, huh?” You coo, eyes not leaving her body. 

“It’s not enough..” she whines. “Please, I wanna use my dildo. Can I fuck myself with my dildo for you?”

Just the thought of seeing her dripping pussy stuffed full with a dildo makes your clit throb with need. You’re quick to shove your own hand down your underwear. “Yeah, baby. Be a good girl for mommy and fuck yourself.” 

You miss her body the second she stands up, but soon, she is laid back on her bed, a bright purple dildo in her hold. It’s pleasantly large, with much more girth than you expected it to have.

“Just tease yourself for a little bit, baby. Rub your clit with it for me.” 

Ellie eagerly rubs all over her swollen, reddish-pink clit with the flared tip, and your own fingers slide between your lips and into your cunt. You groan, nearly closing your eyes at the feeling. 

“Are you touching yourself, ma’am?” She asks, voice already ragged. 

“Couldn’t help myself,” you admit. That confession only turns her on more. 

“Can I please fuck myself? I need it right now. I need to cum with you.” 

All you can do is nod, but Ellie is already lining the toy up with her hole and shoving it deep inside her hole. She hardly takes a moment to adjust to the sudden stretch before she begins fucking herself with it, making sure to open her legs wide enough for your viewing pleasure. 

“Oh my god,” you moan at the sight. “You’re so fucking hot, you know that? Taking it in your pussy so easily. You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”

Ellie laughs shakily. “Of course I have. I’m a whore.” 

“That you are,” you easily agree. You fuck yourself hard with two fingers as you watch her slide the dildo in and out of her hole, always leaving just the tip nestled inside before ramming it until the base is flush to her skin. 

All you can hear are the wet sounds of her wet pussy as she pounds it shamelessly and her noisy moans, and you’re sure she can hear your own wet sounds through her laptop. 

“Touch your clit, baby. I wanna see you rub your clit while you fuck yourself,” you tell her, working your own with your thumb. 

She uses her free hand to frantically rub at the beating nub, fucking herself so fast the camera nearly blurs her movements. “Fuck, feels so good. I need to cum, please. Please let me cum,” she desperately begs you. 

“Yeah, you wanna be a good slut for me and cum? Go on, let go. I wanna see your pussy cum on camera.” 

Your words easily have her hole squeezing the dildo, cum seeping out of it and visibly coating the toy. The sight, paired with her slutty moans sends you barreling towards your own orgasm. You throw your head back against your chair and moan as you practically hump your hand, trying to milk your peak for all its worth.

After a bit, you and Ellie both calm down, breathless and satisfied. Ellie throws the dildo on her bed and sits up, sheepishly looking at you. 

“Umm, that was..” 

“Yeah.”

“Wanna do it again sometime?”

“Yeah.”

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[dumbseee]

i’ll be watching you.

note: warnings for violence, psycho behaviour, wrote that at 1am so it’s kinda bad.

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geum seongje wasn’t the romantic type.

he wasn’t interested in getting a girlfriend, and to be honest, the attention he got from the female audience could be annoying to him.

all he wanted was make a ton of money, go to the arcade, beat up some dumbasses, go home and repeat.

seongje was always very nonchalant about anything else in life, he hated school, didn’t want to work, didn’t want to make friends or get a girlfriend. seongje was just a chill guy, leaning towards the insane side of the spectrum, but a chill guy still.

but when he met you, seongje discovered a new side of him.

a raw, intense and ugly side that have been buried deep inside his soul, waiting for the moment to be released.

he first landed his eyes on you when he walked into the coffee shop you worked at. time immediately stopped and seongje could finally understand the feeling described in all those stupid romance dramas, do seongmok watched in secret.

when your eyes met, seongje felt like he could finally breath correctly, as if, for all this time, he had something weighing on his chest, that didn’t let him breath properly.

your gorgeous long hair, cascaded down your back, he wished he could run his fingers along your locks. your warm and kind eyes, he knew he could drown in them. your perfect and beautiful smile, he wished your smiles were only directed at him.

seongje quickly grew obsessed with you, and seongje isn’t the cute type of obsessed. he doesn’t leave you cute notes in your tips jar, he doesn’t leave roses on your doorstep, he doesn’t do that. no.

seongje follows you home, he manage to make himself a spare key, gets into your apartment when you’re not here, and lay in your bed when you’re absent, fantasising on the life he could offer you. the life you two could have, married with dozens of kids running around, while you’d look at them from your house’s porch. for the first time in his life, geum seongje dreamed of settling with someone.

seongje sits outside your workplace and wait for you till you finish your shift, and walk you home, from afar of course.

seongje watches your every move from his hideout, he managed to hack into your work’s security system and now has access to the live footage of the cameras.

he sees you, smiling to each and every damn customers, and he wished those smiles were directed at him, and him only.

those people don’t deserve to see you smile, they don’t love you like seongje does. they can’t protect you like seongje could.

when you almost get assaulted by a lousy coworker of yours, seongje pops out of a random bush and easily slams him against a nearby wall. hands in his pockets, cigarette in his mouth, he stood tall in front of you, his huge back facing your shaking form.

"tsk, tsk, tsk, in 2025 you still can’t take no for an answer?" he nonchalantly told the guy, who was barely collecting himself from almost merging with the brick wall.

"who the fuck are you? stay out of this, motherfucker!" the poor guy yelled, seongje whistled before erupting in a fit of laughter. "why are you laughing, you crazy psycho!" the guy tried to appear as tough and fearless, but truth was, he was terrified by the giant standing in front of him. there was something off putting with him, his aura screamed crazy psycho in loud capitals.

seongje stopped laughing immediately, his face falling and his eyes darkened. your coworker was currently shaking in his boots, he tried to swing first, but seongje dodged it with ease. since you could be in the way as well, seongje pulled you by your wrist and yanked you behind him.

for the first time, your eyes met. there was no way this man was sane with the way he was smiling in that kind of situation, and you couldn’t really see his face thanks to the poor lighting of the alley.

seongje quickly looked away when he saw the man charging towards him, seongje sighed before kicking your coworker in the chest, making him loose his balance and fall hardly on the concrete. all seongje wanted to do, was beating this motherfucker to a pulp for daring to touch you and scare you in the process. but he couldn’t show you his true colours yet.

he had to the perfect knight in shining armour, right now.

"leave her alone, she clearly doesn’t want you so stop embarrassing yourself." hands in his pockets, seongje nudged the guy, with his foot. he kept moaning in pain which made seongje grin, what a pussy.

seongje turned away from him and smiled at you, you were clearly shaken up and seongje really had to try hard to not turn around and kill your stupid coworker. "i’ll walk you home." he didn’t wait for your answer, actually he wasn’t asking or proposing, it was an affirmation.

he started walking ahead of you, making you run after him because there was no way you wanted to stay with your coworker. so you walked, seongje walking ahead of you, and you walking, a few steps behind him.

from behind you could get a good look of his body, seongje was tall, like almost two feet taller than you, and he had broad shoulders with a slim waist. you could tell he was good looking, and knew it. the way he carried himself screamed confidence, and almost cockiness. he walked like he owned the place.

he wore a school uniform, you recognised as ganghak. that school was infamous for having all sorts of delinquent. was he one of them? of course, this guy singlehanded your coworker, in one hit.

the walk home quickly ended when seongje suddenly stopped right in front of your doorstep. you didn’t even realise you arrived, you were so lost in thoughts. seongje turned around to face you, he looked down at you and brushed a loose strand of hair, behind your ear.

"take care of yourself, pretty girl." his voice was low, barely above a whisper and it made you shiver. he grinned at you, with that weird and almost twisted expression before leaving.

once inside the safety of your apartment, a thought made your heart skip a beat, you never gave him your address.

[galway-girlatwork]

Oh my god this is so true. Last year Freya made an amazingly beautiful moodboard and I actually started writing a story for it. It was a mix of Joel and Supernatural but then I saw someone else had written something to go with the vibe of the moodboard and now it is just sitting on my desktop as a doc.

I don't know if I will ever finish it but here is a snip...

The concern in his voice caught her off guard. She expected cockiness, arrogance—but not this. Frowning, arms crossed over her chest. “Why do you care?”

He shrugged, but there was something more behind his eyes, something he wasn’t saying. “Let’s just say… I’ve taken an interest.”

She didn’t know how to respond to that, didn’t want to acknowledge that there was a part of her that thought of him for the last five years, thought of the kiss, that felt like it had been more than just a formality. She also thought she was insane when the most impure thoughts filtered through, causing nipples to harden and clit to throb. She really needed to be committed somewhere.

“You’ve got five more years,” Joel said, his voice softening. “You should make them count.”

Tagging Freya and Emily on this. Je t'adore the both of you. @almostfoxglove @604to647

fanfic writing culture isn’t “oh dang! I wanted to write about this prompt with this character but someone else already wrote it, so now I can’t”.

fanfic writing culture is always “two cakes is better than one. the more the merrier. there can ever be enough fics of this character with this prompt!”

[manicmanuscription]

Selfish? or Rational?

SJM x Reader Week 2025: Day Two @sjmxreaderweek

Prompt: Friends / Family

Pairings: Azriel / Reader

Summary: The long awaited breakfast scene! This is the third part to unapologetically selfish and it just fit so well with the prompt!

A/N: I'm really not happy with this so I'm so sorry if I disappointed you guys. I really struggled with finding the right format but nothing fit and then it was just hanging over my head and aaa. I do maybe want to write one more part a few months into the future bc I have a cute idea but we will see. But for now this is the end of this mini series thank you for reading! (if anyone has any ideas how i can fix this finale please please lmk!!)

Tags: angst, fluff, ic beeing lowkey messy (but not really.)

Word Count: 1237

SJM x Reader Week 2025 | Acotar Masterlist

Cassian watched his brother as if he had grown three heads. He knew Azriel had hidden his mate from him, in fact his own mind was still reeling from that piece of information. But to actually see it? It was something else entirely Azriel had pulled the chair out for you after silencing all the questions his family had thrown out there. Growling that his mate needed to least eat before dealing with their nonsense. 

So now here they were all settled at the table once again and Cassian was mesmerized. You worked in tandem to prepare each other a plate of food from the options laid across the table.

You poured Azriel his tea the way he liked it and black coffee for yourself. Him returning the favor by buttering biscuits for you and so on. 

They were in sync and he could not stop staring. It was a simple task and yet so domestic, you looked up at him and give him a sweet smile when he passed you the small tin of jam unprompted. 

As if they’d done this little song and dance a thousand times and with an aching heart Cassian realized they had. 

And he had no idea about it. 

Until he did, and just didn’t believe his brother. 

Nausea rolled in his stomach at the guilt and heartbreak. He wasn’t the only one shocked at his brother’s actions. The rest of the Inner Circle not even trying to hide their interest in the couple sitting in front of him. 

Nesta comfortingly grabbed his hand under the table as she continued eating. He barely noticed the touch too focused on the foreign side of his brother he was currently seeing. The only sound heard in the room was the small ticking of a clock until finally Mor broke first. “How long have you been seeing each other? We didn’t know about you until recently.” 

“Four years.” You responded with a slight wince. Four years of his own brother hiding you away. Three years since he started acting shady. Two years since he told them and one year of Cassian absolutely tormenting him over a fake mate that was very much real. 

“My brother said you travel, is that true?” Rhysand asked diplomatically steering the conversation away from Azriel’s actions. Although from the storm brewing behind the High Lord’s eyes Cassian assumed it wouldn’t last long. 

“Yes. I do. I work closely with Thesan and occasionally Helion. Which unfortunately requires me to move across borders quite often.”

“What work do you-” Rhysand started but Mor interrupted him. “So busy you had no time to meet us?” She crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her hurt behind defensiveness. 

Azriel snarled and it shocked and amused Cassian. His brother was usually levelheaded. He opened his mouth to respond but you put a hand on his arm. “I’m sorry it truly wasn’t malicious intent. I'm in Velaris only a few weeks out of the year and it’s been hard on both of us. The time we have together we prefer to spend alone.”

She didn’t have to mention what Azriel did for work. Their family barely even saw him even less since being mated but they all knew it wasn’t just his schedule alone that put a dent in your relationship. Rhysand’s hand tightened on his glass and if they werent friends for so long Cassian wouldn’t have noticed it was from guilt. 

Luckily Feyre pressed a kiss to his cheek as they conversed without speaking. “I can’t imagine being away from your mate for so long.” She finally said aloud after a few moments. 

“It’s been difficult.” And opened your mouth to say more but Amren beat you to it, looking directly at the Spymaster. “Are you going to say anything or just let her do all the talking?” 

A violent gleam passed in his brother’s so fast if Cassian blinked he wouldn’t have noticed it. “I don’t recall you having much of a place to voice your opinion.” She just hummed low in her throat and continued to observe you. Azriel and Amren had their own weird relationship, as if they were strategists first and friends maybe second or third. He didn’t understand the double meaning behind her comment but Azriel did and he just pressed himself closer to your chair, shooting the female a challenging look.

The tense moment quickly passed as everyone had questions for you and Azriel, even Elain and Varian tossing their two cents in every once and awhile. You just sat through it all with a smile on your face, answering politely and even returning barbs and underhanded comments as if you’d been apart of the family for centuries. 

“So yes I founded the Saving Soul’s community and-”

“Saving Soul’s?” Elain asked. 

“Yes, it's a proficient group of Healer’s and Innovators that try to advance medicine through lot’s research and unique cases of illness. It’s why I travel so much I was recently across the continent for research in prosthetic limbs” 

“You founded it?” Rhysand asked, surprised. “Yes, Thesan and I grew up together and he helped me create the project once it was on it’s feet and he became High Lord I’ve been managing it with a few others.” 

Rhysand and Feyre gave each other a knowing look before turning to you and you moved before they could voice whatever shared thought that had clicked for them. 

He just shook your head slightly and the conversation moved forward. After all you didn’t want Azriel knowing you and your team had requested border permissions for Illyria, your next study was wing repair which meant moving home. Permanently. 

“Looks like he gave you a good time when you came home.” Mor pointed out to the scarf that revealed a few purple hickeys.

Your hand shot up to your neck as you gave Azriel a scathing look. He just sat back in his chair unable to hide the smug smile. “I told you!” You snapped.

Mor started laughing and even Nesta cracked a smile. “How did you guys meet?” 

“Well that’s certainly a story.”  

Cassian didn’t speak the entire breakfast. Everyone was content to let you in with open arms as soon as they noticed how smitten Azriel was.

As everyone finished lunch and headed home Cassian was the last to leave. He had seen how absolutely in love his brother was but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Years gone by without his own brother sharing something so important with him. 

Nesta was saying goodbye to Nyx and it gave him a chance to catch Azriel as he was leaving. “Hey Az can we talk?”

Azriel looked over at you briefly. The male was rushing you out of here the second breakfast was over and he turned to him before nodding. “Yeah what’s up?” He asked as the males moved to a quieter part of the house. “Listen Cassian I know your upset about this-”

“Are you happy?”

Cassian had seen it but he needed to hear it.

Azriel smiled, a true smile. His brother never smiled. 

“Yes.”

“Then that’s all that matters.” He said, giving him a squeeze on the arm before going off to find Nesta, and he meant every word. He could let go of the hurt, he understood why of course. All he wanted was for his brother to receive everything he wanted, and with a quick glance at you it looked like he had.

[nineteenninety-six]

Dana x younger sister, who’s a single mom and her daughters sick and she’s not getting better, ends up in the er, maybe idk which would fit Kurt Robby or abbot treating as well as Dana, and comfort

Pairings: Michael Robinavitch x Reader

AN: Sorry these having been taking so long to get out but this job is killing me but hopefully I get used to it in a couple of weeks. ALSO I've started Animal Kingdom and omg Pope is a babe but don't spoil anything for because I'm only just started the 2nd season.

Warnings: kid is sick. medical/hospital inaccuracies (pls forgive me).

Your daughter's wails pierced your ears as you rocked and bounced her in your arms, desperately trying to comfort her. The glares coming from the other patients didn't help but you refused to be intimidated  as she had as much of a right to be there as they did and you refused to leave the hospital until she was seen.

The receptionist had assured you that they were making space for you, calling other departments to pick up waiting patients who needed to be transported but there was no guarantee and you knew how short staffed and overcrowded the emergency department was but a part of you still wanted to drop your sisters name in hopes that It'll atleast get you through the waiting room doors.

Luckily you only had to wait for ten more minutes before you were ushered through by a nurse who thankfully took you to a private room.

You were halfway through texting your sister, telling her what was happening with one hand while the other continued to rock your daughter when the door swung open.

"Dana!" You sign in relief at the sight of the person who rushed through, "Oh thank God!"

"What the hell... " Dana gasped as she stepped forward, hands automatically reaching for your daughter, "I saw Juliet pop up on the patient board."

You let her take Juliet into her arms, watching as she cuddled and tried to soothe your crying daughter, who hadn't even calmed slightly at being in her favourite aunts arms liked she

usually did.

"She's burning up" Dana muttered with a frown, "Let me get Robby."

Dana passes Juliet back over to you before she disappears out of the room in search of the day attending.

Exhausted from hours of crying and screaming, Juliet quiets down to a whimper and buries her face into your neck. You grip the two year old close to you as you take a seat on the bed and murmur assurances into her hair.

"C'mon baby, tell mama what's wrong..."

Juliet only whimpered in response, her small hands clenching your jumper as she struggled through the pain.

The door opened, an older man stepping through as he snapped blue gloves on, Dana just behind him. "Hi, I'm doctor Robby and I heard we have a very important niece here today. Who do we have here?"

"This is Juliet. She's two and she's been up since the early hours with a fever. Crying all day ... a little coughing but I think that's because of how much she's been crying, I don't think it's another symptom. She hasn't been able to go back to sleep, I think something is really hurting her but I'm not sure."

"Oo-Kay" Dr Robby approached the two of you and reached out "May I?"

You nod and pass Juliet over and Robby sits her on the bed and crouches down in front of her, "Hi Juliet, I'm doctor Robby."

Juliet lets out a cry and a muffled whimper, a far cry from her usual friendly demeanor.

"What's her vitals Dana?" Robby asks as he looks for any external injuries along with pressing against her abdomen to see if she reacts.

"Her temp is 38C. Everything else is slightly elevated but nothing out of normal range. I'm guessing it's because she's distressed."

"Has she eaten?" Robby asks, turning his head to look at you.

You shake your head with a frown, "She hasn't been interested in anything. She nibbled on a few crackers and took a couple sips of water but nothing else."

"I'm not seeing anything so far." Robby nods and stands to his full height, "And she was fine last night?"

You shrug picking up Juliet when she reached out for you, "She wasn't very hungry but she ate. She struggled to fall asleep, in and out for the few hours she managed to get."

Robby nods before his eyes land on Juliet's ears and his head quirks slightly before he grabs a tissue and steps closer, "Ah, I think I may have an idea on what the cause is."

You watch as Robby wipes clear fluid from Juliet's ear, "I think we may be looking at an ear infection."

"Ear infection?" You echo, "That's it?"

Robby thanks Dana for the otoscope she hands him, "I'll need to look at it to confirm it but so far that's my leading guess."

"She had a cold just a couple of weeks ago," Dana recalls, "She recovered not long ago."

Robby hums and nods, "That'll do it."

You brush your hand over Juliet's hair, panic now subsided, "I can't believe I took her all the way over here for an ear infection."

"You did good." Robby reassures, "You worried, it's natural. You have a young kid and these things are scary. You did good by coming here."

"Maybe. But Dana pulled you away from your important patients."

"So I wanted the best care for my lovely niece." Dana interrupts, "Sue me."

"I can promise you Dana didn't pull me away from anything. Besides, it meant that I finally got to meet you after Dana's nonstop stories about you."

"Oh God, I hope it's none of the ones when we were young." You laugh with a slight wince.

"Oh I'm the best secret keeper on the floor. My lips are firmly sealed." Robby winks at you.

Juliet grumbles as she shifts in your arms, finally drifting off to sleep after hours of pain and discomfort. You press a kiss to her forehead and wrap your arms around her,

"So she'll be okay?" You ask, "Can I give her any medicine or anything? I'm worried about her eating."

"She'll be fine, you can give her some children's paracetamol. We'll give her some now and it's OTC so you can grab it on the way home." Robby tells you with a kind smile, "She should get better over the next few days but if her symptoms get worse or if it affects the other ear then you can come back here or to your GP."

You breathe a sigh of relief, fears settled, "Thank you Dr Robby."

"It was no problem." Robby shakes your hand, "It was lovely to meet you. Dana will sort out your discharge papers."

"It was nice to meet you too" You tell him, "Thank you again."

Robby gives you one last smile and wave before he exits the room and there's only a moment of peace before Dana turns to you with a smirk on her lips.

"So, what do you think of him?" Dana asks as she shuffles papers around.

"Of Robby?" You ask, "He's nice, just like you said."

"He's single ya know." Dana says as she passes you the papers to sign, "The long hours are a pain in the ass but they're workable."

You scoff at her words, signing the papers and returning it to her "Give it a rest Dana. Robby is kind but I'm sure he doesn't have any interest in me…I mean I'm a single mother Dana, that's a hard no for most men."

"Robby isn't like most men." Dana counters, "Just give it a chance. Please."

You huff slightly at your sister, "Please don't tell me you've forced him to ask me out."

"I didn't force him to do anything." Dana curls a piece of Juliet's hair around her finger, "I might have suggested something to him."

"Dana!"

"Just trust me okay." With that Dana leaves, the door slipping shut behind her.

An hour later and you're finally free to go home. Juliet woke up and a student doctor gratefully picked up a sandwich for her to nibble on, her appetite back after finally getting some sleep.

You keep an eye out for Dr Robby as you make your way out of the hospital, remembering Dana's words from earlier but you don't spot him so you continue your way out to the park, desperate for a couple of moments of fresh air after being stuck in the stuffy hospital for so long.

There on a bench with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jumper and his head tilted back with his eyes closed was Dr Robby. He hears your footsteps and opens his eyes, blinks a few times before he recognises you.

"Doctor Robby" You smile at him, "You okay?"

Robby nods, "Just..decompressing."

You hesitate before you speak again, hoping that you won't regret them, "Is your shift over?"

Robby nods.

"Someone woke up hungry," You smile, juggling Juliet in your arms, "We're going to get some food…do you want to join us?"

Robby hesitates and he almost looks like he's going to say no before he slowly nods, "Yeah…I'd really like that. Thank you."

You watch as he collects his bag from the seat next to him before he joins you. Juliet watches him from where her head rests on your shoulder and he smiles at her, laughing as she gets shy and turns away.

"Once she has had a couple of hashbrowns and some apple juice she'll be a completely different person." You laugh, "She'll talk your ear off."

"Oh, she takes after her aunt doesn't she?" Robby jokes as he follows you to your car."

"Oh absolutely!" You laugh, "If Dana gets her way then she will make Juliet into her mini me."

"Nurse and all?" Robby makes an exaggerated shivering motion, "I fear for the attending doctor when Juliet becomes a nurse, charge or not."

"If that happens then Dana will die a very happy woman." You joke as you unlock the car

Robby smiles at you as he holds the car door open for you as place Juliet in her car seat.

You smile back at him, "C'mon let's get some food."

[slut4hee]

Pushin My Buttons

{Paring: Boyfriend Park Jongseong x Bratty Girlfriend Reader

{Genre: smut, literally just daddy Jongseong putting you in your place.🙈🤭

{Summary: In which you love to push your soft and gentle boyfriend’s buttons, until he shows you another side of him. You learn that everything, is not soft and sweet about your Park Jongseong.

{Warnings: explicit scenes, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral (m receiving), orgasm denial, edging, choking, spitting in mouth, ass slapping, squirting, pussy slapping, backshots, dominant and submissive dynamics, etc.

You loved your boyfriend very much. You loved how gentle he was, how patient he was with you. He never screamed at you, rarely got upset with you, and if he did he never took his anger out on you. You really adored Jay for his patience and kindness, but sometimes you want him to be a little rougher.

You want him to get angry at you sometimes, scream at you, put you in your place when you’re talking out your neck. But he never did, Jay never wanted to hurt your feelings or worse make you feel like he’s being verbally abusive.

So you took amongst yourself, to finally get Jay to break, to go off the rails, and be mean to you. You started be having an attitude for no reason, denying him sex when he would come on to you sometimes, and of course starting shit on purpose. But Jay never reacted, instead he would buy you flowers, or you favorite food to try to make you feel better.

Some parts of you felt bad for acting like a brat, but you were getting tired of your relationship with Jay being strictly vanilla. Tonight the company that Jay works for, was having a company dinner. Jay has obviously invited you to be his plus one, and you were excited.

Free food, plus another chance, to finally piss Jay off. You decided to look your very best tonight, throwing on a red dress with a flattering slit on the side showing off your soft legs. You looked in the mirror admiring yourself, and then you felt a strong pair of arms, wrap around your waist.

“You look so gorgeous my dear” Jay said, hugging you from the back, as he snuggled his face into your neck. You smiled at him, before turning around, and wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his lips softly.

Little did he know, you had a master plan in the back of your head.

The sound of soft jazz playing, chatter, and glasses clicking echoed throughout the very fancy building. Here you stood by the dessert table, picking out delicious looking sweets to eat. Jay was casually chatting up with his colleagues, a glass of red wine in his hand.

Your mouth drooled at the sight of Jay, all dressed up in that black suit, looking good enough to devour. But you couldn’t get sidetracked, you couldn’t give in just yet. You spotted another one of Jays colleagues, Park Sunghoon, a supervisor over the financing department.

You thought perfect, you knew Jay and Sunghoon didn’t really care for each other, being that they were kind of rivals when it came down to business. You made your way over to where Sunghoon was, making sure to sway your hips as you walked.

“Wow, long time no see Sunghoon” You said, giving him a flirty smile, as you took a sip out of your wine glass remaining eye contact with him. Sunghoon smirked, obviously not caring about showing his obvious interest in you.

You both continued to chat it up very closely, your bodies damn near touching, as you pretended to listen what Sunghoon was saying, but your eyes were on your boyfriend the whole time.

You saw something shift in Jay’s eyes, when he spotted you getting too close with his colleague, a colleague whose ass he wish he could kick every time he opens his arrogant mouth. Jay almost saw red, when you put your hand on Sunghoon’s shoulder, laughing at something he said to you, that couldn’t be that fucking funny.

Jay politely excused himself from his colleagues, and made his way over to where you and Sunghoon were. Jay felt the floor was lava, with the way he was on fire with anger. He couldn’t believe the shit he was seeing.

“Wow Park, I leave my women unattended for a few minutes and you’re already trying to shoot your shot” Jay said annoyed and stern, as pulled you by the waist a little roughly your body softly colliding with his. You gasped at the sudden action, feeling a thrill of excitement course through your body, jays never pulled you like that before.

“Oh don’t be so insecure Park, I was only entertaining this very beautiful lady. Besides I believe your women came talking to me, might wanna check her before you come checking me” Sunghoon said smugly, before walking off. Jays fist clenched at his sides, you could tell he was boiling on the inside.

After that little heated encounter with Sunghoon, Jay told his colleagues he was going to head out early, making up a lie that you weren’t feeling well. The whole car ride was silent, you tried to talk to Jay, telling him you’re sorry and for him to not ignore you. But your words went in and out the other ear.

When you guys pulled up to the house, you went to get up, but Jay pushed you back down and unbuckled your seatbelt for you, you swallowed hard when he got out of the car and slammed the door. He stormed over to your door, and pulled the door open roughly, telling you to hurry and get out.

You quick got out, and Jay yanked by your hand, practically dragging into the house. You guys were barely all the way into the house, and Jay pushed up against the wall and got up in your face, rage written all over his face as his chest heaved up and down. You would admit, seeing Jay like this was kind of scary, but it turned you on so bad you could feel your panties getting damp already.

“Jay i-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! I don’t want to hear a single word from you” Jay screamed at you, his eyes widened with anger. You felt so small under him, like he could break you in half, any minute now and honestly that’s exactly what you wanted.

“But baby, I’m s-sorry.” You said timidly, your lips quivering when Jay wrapped his veiny hand around your neck, squeezing it just a little tight not to the point where you couldn’t breathe though.

“Do you not have morals slut, or are you just a pathetic whore, who throws himself at any man in line of sight” He spat at you, his words degrading and harsh. But that only made you clench around nothing, letting out a little whimper when he squeezed his hand a little tighter around your neck.

“ANSWER ME GODDMANIT, I said are you pathetic slut, with no morals?” He shouted, and this time you shook your head frantically, looking at him stupid and wide eyed.

“Then what the fuck was that with Sunghoon huh? You wanna fuck him? Does this slutty cunt get wet for him too” He growled, his hands slipping under your dress, feeling how your pants were soaked to the point they were transparent.

“Look at you, dirty fucking slut, are you getting turned on by this. This is what it was all about huh? Wanting me to rough you up and treat you like a cheap whore off the street.” He chuckled darkly before ripping your dress open, the fabric tearing effortlessly by how strong Jay is. You whined at that, this was one of your favorite dresses.

He dragged you up to the bedroom, and threw you on the bed. The adrenaline rush was still coursing through your body, anticipating what he was going to do next. You watched as Jay loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt and threw it across the room.

“You wanna get treated like a slut, well guess baby, I’ll grant you your wish tonight” He said smugly, staring down at you like you were prey, as he went to unbuckle his belt, and rid himself of his slacks. His rock hard cock strained against his gray boxers, a wet spot in the middle of the crotch area.

“Crawl to me slowly like a good slut, and then I want you know your knees stat” He said sternly, palming his cock through his boxers. You obliged immediately, crawling to him slowly never breaking eye contact with him. He pushed you down on your knees, you’re now face to face with his crotch now.

“Kiss it” He said, grabbing your head roughly, smuggling your face into his clothed crotch, you started to kiss all over his bulge, and Jay let out a loud sigh.

“You gonna serve me like a good little servant, take out my cock” He groaned, his hands still gripping your hair. You whimpered softly, pulling down his boxers. His thick cock sprang free, the tip flushed red and leaking precum from the slit.

Jay wasted no time, grabbing you roughly by the chin, rubbing his cock all over your lips. Your lips were now glossy with his precum, the salty taste awakening your senses.

“Open up baby say ahh” Jay said, forcing his dick inside your mouth. He didn’t give you time to adjust, straight to fucking your throat, gargling and wet sounds echoing throughout the room.

Jay let out strangled groans, every time his dick touched the back of your throat. You looked up at him, your eyes gassy with tears, your once done up hair, now ruined and messy. You looked like sin, Jay continued to fuck your mouth, until he felt himself approaching his high.

He quickly pulled his cock out of your mouth, you let out a desperate whine, trying to grab at his cock, but he swatted your hand away.

“You think you deserve to drink my cum? You don’t slut. But i am gonna empty my load all over this pretty face though.” He chuckled, stroking his dick over your face, as you pouted like a sad little puppy. Finally he let out a guttural groan, shooting thick white ropes of cum on your face.

“Fuck look at you, look so pretty doll, with cum painted all over your face. He smirked, wiping cum off your chin with his thumb, and then placing it inside your mouth. You moaned at the salty taste, your thighs rubbing together at the uncomfortable feeling of being so wet.

“Jay please, please touch me” You begged, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He just chuckled darkly, gripping your chin.

“Open your mouth” He spat, you thought he wanted you to suck him off again, but instead he gargled a glob of spit, and spat it right into your mouth. You gasped at the sudden action, letting out a pathetic whimper at the sensation going down your throat.

“On the bed, legs spread fucking wide, I wanna see that pussy fucking opened up for me” He growled. You got up from your knees, stumbling back to bed, your back hitting the mattress. Your spread your legs as wide as you could, your clothed wet pussy on full display.

“Look at you, can’t control this needy pussy, just completely soaked your pretty panties” He smirked, coming on the bed, and leaning down to be face level with your cunt. You moaned when he blew teasing on your pussy, rubbing little circles on your clit through your panties.

“Jay p-please, please don’t tease me I need you so bad.” You cried out, your hips bucking up desperately. Jay just let out a cruel laugh, finding your desperation amusing.

“You think you’re in any position to give out orders, you’ve been pushing my buttons all week, now you want to cry and beg. You gonna be a good little whore, and be patient until I feel like giving you more. He said sternly, pointing his finger at you, before going back to teasing your pussy through your panties.

At this point you were crying, it hurt so bad, you were going crazy. You needed to feel him, feel his bare hands on your bare wet pussy. Jay cooed at you mockingly, before finally ripping your panties off of you. You gasped at the sudden action, the cool air hitting your bare cunt, made you shudder.

“Look at this messy pussy, just drooling for me.” He groaned, before landing a harsh slap against your pussy. You yelped in pain and pleasure, more of your arousal leaking out of your quivering hole.

Jay spat on your pussy, making it even more wetter, before sliding two digits inside of you. You screamed loudly, at the sudden intrusion, your pussy sucking in his fingers.

“Fuck baby, this pussy so tight, greedy little snatch keeps reeling me in” He hummed, his long slender fingers, now scissoring into your pussy at more fast pace. Your back arched off the bed, letting out desperate cries, as he wrecks your cunt with his fingers.

“Jay! Fuck please, please let me cum.” You begged shamelessly, feeling the band in your stomach threatening to snap any minute now. Jay ignored your pleas, as soon as you felt yourself explode, Jay would halt his movements ruining your very much needed orgasm. This went on for a while, Jay edging you, until you felt like you were heart was going to stop beating.

“Daddy please! Please im begging you pretty please let me cum, I promise I won’t test your patience again. You looked up at Jay with hope filled eyes, your eyes red and puffy from crying. Jay cooed at you, wiping the tears from your face, before kissing your thigh.

“Cum for me” Jay said, rubbing harsh circles on your clit, and fucking his fingers into your tight heat rapidly. You felt heat rush through your body, liquid erupting from your pussy, as you came hard around his fingers making a mess all over him and the sheets. Jay groaned, he was covered in your cum, licking his fingers eagerly.

“Mmm, pussy tastes fucking amazing darling” He hummed, stroking your cheek lovingly. You laid there panting, your legs already feeling weak and stiff. Suddenly you were yanked up, your body being placed face down and ass up.

“I still don’t think I’ve punished you enough, let’s not forget how you denied me my pussy the other day. Your tight little snatch belongs to me, fuck are you to tell me i can’t have it?” He spat, slapping your asscheek hard. You yelped at the sting, whimpering when they continued.

Your asscheeks were now red, a handprint visible on both cheeks. You felt Jays thick mushroom tip, teasing your entrance, coating his dick with your arousal. You wiggled your hips desperately, begging him to slide in. Jay slapped your asscheek hard again, telling you to be patient.

Finally he jammed himself inside, filling you up in one go. Your mouth went agape, the sudden stretch, knocking all the wind out of your lungs.

“Fuckk! God you feel so good baby, so tight for me.” Jay grunted, his pace starting brutal, barely letting you adjust to the feeling of him stuffed inside you. Never matter how many times Jay has dicked you down, you never gotten used to how fucking big Jay’s cock is.

“Ugh shit! Oh daddy, oh jongseong fuck me just like that.” You moaned out loud, desperately chasing Jays strokes, your ass colliding with his pelvis. Jay smacked your ass, locking your hands behind your back, as he fucked you deep into the mattress. The bed creaked loudly, sounding on verge of collapsing, as Jay fucked into you like his life depended on it.

“This is my pussy, you got it? My fucking pussy” He growled, rotating his hips, hitting that spot that alters your brain cells.

“Yes daddy it’s yours, it’s yours!” You cried out, feeling second orgasm of the night approaching.

“That’s fucking right, you think Sunghoon could fuck you this good? have you dumb on all on his dick like I do?” He spat, wrapping his hand around your neck again.

“No! Fuck no he can’t. Oh shit baby I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming! You screamed to top of your lungs, as you came hard once again, creaming his cock. Jay followed right behind you, letting out a guttural grunt, as he painted your walls white.

Your body collapsed on the bed, panting as you tried to catch your breath. His cum leaks out of your pussy, a reminder of how he just ruined you.

“Think twice, before you push my buttons again”

A/n: My Jay stans, this one is for you! Reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated!🫶🏽

[sturnsblogs]

BLOOMING HOPE

Fratboy!Chris X Toxic!Fwb!Reader

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It had been a week since you said it.

The words still hung in the air sometimes, like smoke you couldn’t wave away. “Quit acting like you aren’t going to be a deadbeat dad.” You hadn’t meant it. Not really. But the damage had already sunk its teeth in.

Chris had gone home that next day. Packed his backpack in silence, avoiding your eyes, ignoring the soft please don’t go you’d whispered when he passed your bedroom door. He left without slamming the door, without a dramatic exit. He just… walked out.

You didn’t sleep that night.

The next day, you begged. Voice soft and shaky over the phone, admitting you couldn’t sleep without him, that the bed felt too cold, that you were scared and didn’t want to do this alone.

He came back.

But not all of him.

Chris had always been physical. Touchy. Loud. Smirking when he’d lean over you while brushing his teeth or talking through movies just to annoy you. But now? Now he was… muted.

He wore headphones constantly. Not even blasting music — just enough to let you know that he wasn’t interested in conversation. You’d find him cleaning the kitchen, earbuds in, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. When you asked him what he was listening to, he’d just say, “Podcasts,” without looking up.

Sometimes he’d take them out when you’d talk to him. Sometimes he wouldn’t.

And when he kissed you? It was different. Not mean. Not cold. Just… obligatory. A peck on the cheek after you begged. A short kiss on the lips before bed. No teasing smile after, no hand holding your jaw the way he used to.

It was like he was doing it just because you needed it. Like he was playing a part.

And the part was starting to hurt.

“Chris,” you said quietly one night, curled on the couch as he wiped down the counter in the kitchen, earbuds in. “Will you come lay with me?”

He didn’t respond at first.

Then he pulled out one earbud. “What?”

“I said—will you lay with me? I haven’t felt good all day. Please.”

He looked at you for a second. Just long enough to sigh and say, “Yeah. Give me a sec.”

And he did lay with you. Stretched out beside you like he used to, except… again, different. His hand didn’t wander over your back the way it always did. He didn’t pull you into his chest. He laid flat. Like a friend comforting someone.

You tried anyway, moving closer, curling against him. “Missed you today,” you whispered.

He didn’t say anything back. Just rested a hand lightly on your arm.

You waited, hoping he’d say something. Anything. Missed you too. You look tired. I’ve got you. But the silence stretched on until it felt like another wall between you.

After a while, you whispered, “Do you even want to be here anymore?”

He tensed slightly.

“You don’t act like you do,” you added, voice small. “You barely talk to me.”

Chris sat up a little, adjusting his hoodie. “I didn’t sign up for a relationship. We’re not together. You know that.”

It wasn’t sharp. It wasn’t cruel.

But it cut.

“Oh,” you said, blinking fast. “Right. I forgot I’m just the mother of your kid.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

He rubbed a hand over his face and leaned back, resting his head against the couch cushion. “I’m just trying to get used to all this, okay? I’m here. I’m helping. I didn’t leave. Doesn’t that count for something?”

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat.

“I know it’s my fault,” you whispered. “For what I said.”

He glanced at you, finally, but the look in his eyes was unreadable. “I’m not holding it over your head.”

But he was. Silently. Every day since.

You didn’t say anything after that. Just laid there beside him, heart aching for the version of Chris you used to know. The one who would’ve kissed you a hundred times just because you looked sad. The one who would’ve held your hand under the blanket. The one who would’ve said “we” when talking about the baby.

Now?

Now it was just him. You. And the space between you that somehow kept growing, no matter how tightly you held on.

The next morning, the silence was still there. Heavy. Lingering.

Chris was up early—earlier than usual. You heard the drawers in the bathroom opening, the water running. The sound of his cologne being sprayed. It didn’t click at first. Not until you walked out of your room and saw him standing in front of the hallway mirror, fixing his shirt, hair brushed, chain around his neck like he actually gave a damn about how he looked today.

You blinked, rubbing your eye. “Where are you going?”

He didn’t look over. Just kept adjusting the collar of his hoodie in the mirror.

“Chris?”

He shrugged a little. “Out.”

You tilted your head. “Out where?”

He picked up his phone from the counter. “Just out.”

“Okay,” you said, watching him. “You’re putting on cologne to go to the bodega?”

That got a smirk out of him—but it didn’t reach his eyes.

You frowned. “Seriously. Where are you going?”

There was a pause. A small one. Barely noticeable, unless you were looking for it.

Then he muttered, casual as hell, “Got a date.”

You froze. “What?”

“I said I’ve got a date,” he repeated, grabbing his wallet and tucking it into his back pocket. “Her name’s Lia.”

Your stomach dropped. You stared at him, waiting for the punchline.

When it didn’t come, you laughed once—dry and confused. “You’re joking.”

He turned toward the door. “Nope.”

You blinked hard, like it would clear the ringing in your ears. “You’re going on a date? While I’m pregnant with your kid?”

Chris glanced over his shoulder, casual, unreadable. “What? You thought we were playing house now?”

That stung. More than you wanted to admit.

“I thought…” you started, swallowing hard, “I thought we were doing better. I thought you wanted to—”

He cut you off with a careless shrug. “You told me I was gonna be a deadbeat, remember? Just trying to stay in character.”

You flinched. That wasn’t fair, and he knew it.

“And besides,” he added with a lazy smirk, “Lia’s easy to remember. Be easy to say in bed.”

It knocked the air out of you.

You didn’t cry—not yet. But you took a step back like he’d slapped you. Like the floor shifted underneath you and you weren’t sure where to stand anymore.

“Wow,” you whispered.

Chris hesitated. Barely. Just enough that it almost looked like guilt flashed across his face. But he didn’t take it back. Didn’t apologize.

He just turned for the door and muttered, “I won’t be late.”

And then he left. Just like that.

Leaving you in the silence.

Pregnant. Alone. And wondering if you were the only one who still thought this meant something.

Lia was cute. She laughed at his jokes, touched his arm when she talked, smiled like she actually gave a damn about his stories. It should’ve felt good—getting out, getting attention, feeling like himself again. Like he wasn’t just the guy who knocked someone up.

And for a little while, it worked. The drinks were strong, the music was loud, and she looked at him like he was someone worth chasing.

One thing led to another.

They ended up back at her place.

Her apartment smelled like vanilla and candles, and she pulled him inside by the front of his shirt, giggling as she kicked the door shut.

“You always this quiet?” she teased, fingers tugging on his chain as she leaned up to kiss his neck.

Chris let her. His hands found her waist. His lips brushed her collarbone. But something about it didn’t click. Her perfume was too sweet. Her touch didn’t burn like yours. Her voice didn’t ring in his ears the same way.

It was all… wrong.

His phone buzzed.

He ignored it.

She pushed him gently toward the couch, climbing onto his lap. “You good?” she whispered against his jaw.

Buzz.

He pulled back slightly, jaw tightening.

Buzz.

Lia frowned. “You want me to get that?”

He didn’t answer—just pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Y/N.

Missed call. Two of them. Then a text.

can you come home please i just— i can’t sleep without you.

Chris stared at the screen. His throat tightened.

“Everything okay?” Lia asked, still sitting on his lap, arms lazily draped around his neck.

He swallowed. “Yeah. Just…”

Buzz.

Another call.

He answered this time.

Your voice came through, soft. Sleepy. A little shaky. “Chris?”

He didn’t say anything. Just sat there, with some other girl curled around him, your name lighting up his screen.

“I know you’re out,” you whispered. “And I’m sorry. I just… I need you. Please.”

His heart twisted.

Lia shifted on his lap. “Chris?”

He stood up gently, letting her slide off him. “I gotta go,” he muttered.

“Seriously?” she frowned. “It’s not even—”

“Yeah,” he cut her off. “Sorry. This was a mistake.”

He walked out without another word.

And the whole ride home, all he could think about was how the fuck he ever thought he could forget you, even for a second.

You heard the key in the door and nearly tripped over yourself getting out of bed. You hadn’t even turned the lights off—you couldn’t sleep. Not really. You just lay there replaying everything. The silence. The cold couch. His voice saying “I have a date.” The way he looked at you like you were nothing but a phase that had already ended.

But then the door opened.

And there he was.

Hood up, tired eyes, keys still dangling from his fingers. You didn’t wait. You rushed forward and wrapped your arms around him like it had been years instead of hours, burying your face in his chest.

He hugged you back instantly—strong arms pulling you in like he needed it just as bad.

But then you smelled it.

Something floral. Sweet. Not you.

You stiffened a little. Your arms loosened. You didn’t say anything at first, but your body did.

Chris felt it.

“I didn’t fuck her,” he said quietly, arms still around you. “Didn’t even want to.”

You didn’t answer. You just nodded into his hoodie, even though that ache in your chest didn’t go away.

He stepped back, just a little, pulling the hoodie over his head and tossing it to the side. Then the shirt. His jeans. And then he stood in your dimly lit room in nothing but his boxers, running a hand through his hair.

“Can I stay?” he asked, even though he was already crawling into bed.

You climbed in after him without hesitation.

The second your body hit the mattress, he was there again—pulling you close, tucking you under his chin, arms locked around you like he couldn’t stand the thought of you slipping away. You were still a little tense, but you didn’t fight it. You couldn’t. Not when he held you like that.

He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck. Then another. And another.

“I didn’t mean it,” he murmured against your skin. “What I said. What I did. I’m a fucking idiot.”

You didn’t say anything, just closed your eyes and leaned into the warmth of him.

“I shouldn’t have said we were just friends. I didn’t mean it like that. I just… I didn’t know what we were. I got scared.”

You swallowed hard, your fingers curling into the hem of his boxers, needing something to hold onto.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he whispered. “But I’m trying. For you. For the baby. I swear to God, I’m trying.”

You finally looked up at him, eyes glossy, and whispered, “Don’t leave again.”

“I won’t,” he said, voice firm this time. “Not again.”

The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the fan in the corner and the steady rhythm of Chris’s breathing behind you. His arm was lazily slung around your waist, fingers drumming absentmindedly against your skin beneath your shirt. Your legs were tangled together under the blanket, the silence between you finally feeling… calm instead of cold.

Your hand rested lightly on his thigh, your fingers gently playing with the hem of his boxers. Not in a teasing way—just… comfort. Familiarity. You weren’t even thinking about it, really. It was just soothing.

“You’re warm,” you whispered, the first words in a while.

Chris let out a soft breath of a laugh against the back of your neck. “You’re clingy.”

You rolled your eyes with a tiny smile. “You’re here, aren’t you?”

He didn’t argue. Just pulled you a little closer.

A moment passed before you spoke again, quieter this time. “I’m sorry… for what I said. In the car. That shit about you being a deadbeat.”

Chris didn’t respond right away, but you could feel his body shift a little behind you—his chin resting on your shoulder now, closer, listening.

“I didn’t mean it,” you continued. “I was scared. And hormonal. And mean. And I guess I wanted to hurt you the way I thought you were gonna hurt me.”

You swallowed, fingers still tugging gently at the soft waistband of his boxers.

“I know you’ll be a good dad,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “You already are.”

Chris pressed a kiss into your shoulder, then let his lips linger there for a second. “You didn’t have to say all that.”

“I wanted to.”

Another beat of silence passed, but it didn’t feel heavy. It felt honest.

“Do you think we should… like, be together?” you asked, finally turning around to face him. “For real?”

Chris’s eyes met yours in the dark, and for once, he didn’t flinch. “I think I don’t wanna go a day without seeing you. That count?”

Your throat tightened. “Yeah. That counts.”

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, hand cradling the side of your face. “I’m not perfect, Y/N. I’m gonna mess up. Probably more than I’d like to admit. But I’m not leaving you. I’m not leaving them.”

You leaned into his touch, blinking back the sting in your eyes.

“I just wanna be enough for you,” you whispered.

“You’re already more than enough,” he said back, without hesitation.

And that night, you fell asleep with his arms around you, his breath warm against your skin, and—for the first time in what felt like forever—hope blooming quietly in your chest.

—

A/N- Am i moving too fast with my au’s?

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[sknyuz]

hello!! I want to make a request ; is it alright if you can write about how seong je would be with a mute!reader? i just think it’d be an interesting dynamic ..! hmm other details i’d add is the reader often giving affection in a form of gifting (letters mayb?), cooking him a meal or quality time :) you may write this in whatever format you want!! thank youu and have a nice week (ps love your writing)

synopsis — seongje is a whirlwind of noise and chaos, but he finds unexpected peace in your silence.

now playing — sweet - cigarettes after sex pairing — geum seongje x gn!reader (hard of hearing, selectively mute) genre — hurt/comfort, slowburn, angst with soft moments, unconventional romance (nothing is conventional with seongje) cw — ableism/mocking of hearing disability, bullying, violence (including implied offscreen physical assault), power imbalance, toxic behavior, minor blood/bruising, strong language wc — ~2.1k

note: this was a pleasure to write <3 i hope i did ur request justice, anon. and please do not hesitate to tell me if i wrote something wrong or inaccurate to the experiences of hoh individuals.

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seongje doesn’t do “quiet.” he doesn’t do subtlety, either. his entire existence is loud—his presence is a storm that makes everything feel tense and unpredictable. that’s how he’s known: the unpredictable, impulsive force, the mad dog. so, when he sees you for the first time, it’s almost like a challenge.

you’re sitting there, silently, in the bowling alley, a forced audience to the bullying happening around you. the union’s delinquents have gathered, sneering as they taunt you. they wave your hearing aids in front of you like a sick joke, expecting you to react. but you don’t. you’re quiet, your face unreadable, eyes glued to the floor, trying to stay as small as possible, like you’ve done countless times before. it’s a game for them, nothing more than a way to make you feel like an outsider.

“hey, freak, what’s wrong? can’t hear us?” one of them mocks, swinging your hearing aids back and forth with a smirk.

the noise is deafening to you in a different way—a slow, rising pressure in your chest. you want to speak, to make them stop. but your voice won’t come, and the words you want to say die in your throat, replaced by that quiet ache of helplessness.

that’s when seongje steps in.

he’s not supposed to be there. he’s supposed to be in baekjin’s office, probably arguing or being a general pain in the ass—but the noise coming from the alleyway catches his attention. he comes striding out, a curse on his lips as he surveys the scene, his eyes lighting up with the familiar flash of anger.

“what’s with all the fucking noise, fuckers?!,” seongje shouts, his voice dripping with disdain as he eyes the delinquents, but his gaze lands on the one holding your hearing aids, who freezes up as soon as he realizes who’s standing in front of him.

“aww, you guys are really fucking pathetic,” seongje steps forward, his mood shifting from bored to dangerous in an instant. he slaps the delinquent’s face, knocking the hearing aids out of his grip, and catches them before they hit the floor.

the delinquent stumbles back, startled, and seongje doesn’t miss the way his bravado slips. “hey, if you want to get your ass kicked, i’ll be happy to oblige. otherwise, get the fuck out of here,” seongje growls, and his voice carries an unmistakable warning.

the delinquents scatter quickly, realizing they’re not really looking forward to get beat up by the wolf himself. seongje watches them leave with a bored smirk, but his eyes return to you, where you’re still sitting silently, your gaze downcast. his anger bubbles under the surface, but it doesn’t seem to be directed at you—it’s more frustration at how they treated you. and, maybe… it’s confusion. because why would he be frustrated?

he despises those who put on a front, acting all tough and dominant when they're around someone they know is weaker, but turn into cowards the moment they face someone like seongje. the hypocrisy makes him sick—they don’t even have the balls to face him.

you look up at him then, your lips parting as if to say something, but the words stay locked inside. seongje stares back, a little too long, before he gestures to the now-empty bowling alley with a roll of his eyes.

“shit, it’s way too quiet in here now,” seongje mutters, half to himself. “i need a fucking drink. you coming?” his fist reaching out to you, making you flinch, but he simply turns and opens his palm to reveal your hearings aids, offering it back to you, his gaze not even meeting yours.

you hesitate, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your face. seongje doesn’t wait for a reply. he knows how this works—he doesn’t need words from you to tell if you’re okay. you’ve already said more than enough with that silence of yours.

it’s a few weeks later when seongje starts to notice something he wasn’t expecting—something soft. you’re not the type to speak, but you show him things. you leave him little letters. they’re simple at first, just words on paper—carefully written, neat and soft. but each one has meaning. you might leave him a note after a chaotic day, telling him, thank you for helping me today—a gesture he’s not used to.

seongje can’t stop himself from reading them over and over, even if he pretends they don’t matter. he tosses the first one aside in an exaggerated motion, but later, when he’s alone, he pulls it out again, trying to make sense of it. there’s something oddly comforting in your words. something real. his usual sharpness dulls just a little when he reads them.

it’s a typical night, and you don’t expect anything to go wrong. seongje has always been unpredictable, but you can’t stop yourself from trusting him. there’s a strange sort of understanding between the two of you now. he doesn’t need you to speak, and you don’t need him to be anything but… himself. still, you don’t expect what happens when he calls you to meet him in a parking lot late one evening.

the dim light from the streetlamps makes the whole place feel cold and detached. you spot him standing there, leaning against the hood of a car, his eyes narrowing slightly when he sees you approach. but there’s something different tonight—something unsettling in his stance.

"come here," seongje says, his voice almost too casual for the tense atmosphere.

your breath catches in your throat as the boy on his knees comes into focus. you've seen him around before—he’s one of the delinquents from the union. the same one who’d been taunting you in the bowling alley, waving your hearing aids like some cruel joke. that memory hits you sharply, and your stomach churns with discomfort as you recognize him now, his face bruised and bloodied, a lip split open, looking like he’s been through hell.

but why is he here? why is he on his knees, shaking in front of seongje? what happened to him?

seongje stands over him, his posture casual, his grin wide and wicked as he watches the boy with almost bored amusement. he kicks the delinquent’s side lightly, like it’s a game, and the boy flinches.

"come on, kid," seongje says, his voice teasing but edged with something darker, something almost amused by the kid’s fear. "just like we practiced."

the delinquent on his knees doesn’t speak, his eyes downcast, probably too terrified to even look up at seongje, but his shaky hand lifts. you watch as he tries to make the "a" handshape, his fingers clumsy as he attempts to sign. seongje looks down at the boy, his grin stretching wider as he watches him fumble.

the delinquent hurriedly completes the sign, his hands shaking, his breath coming in short bursts as he struggles to perform it correctly. he spins his hand in a half-hearted clockwise motion, and you can tell how hard it is for him to even try. he looks humiliated, and maybe that’s what seongje wants—to make him feel small, to show that he’s the one in control now. like how the boy probably felt back in the bowling alley with you.

“sorry.” he signed.

as the boy finishes, seongje pats his shoulder with an almost affectionate thud, a grin still plastered on his face. “good job,” he mutters, voice dripping with mock praise. but his eyes flick to you, then back to the delinquent, as if waiting for some kind of reaction.

the delinquent scrambles to his feet, not daring to say a word, but you can see the fear still fresh in his eyes. without another glance, he stumbles off into the shadows of the parking lot, and seongje doesn’t follow him, not bothering with any more theatrics. “now that’s how you apologize,” he sighs contentedly, glancing at you from the corner of his eye as he walks back to where you two came from.

you don’t respond, but you follow him. because, despite everything—despite how messed up all of this is—he’s still the one who, somehow, happened to feel like the safest person to be around. despite his… unique antics.

despite the way he does things no one else would dare to. because even if he’s rough around the edges, unpredictable and loud, seongje never made you feel small. and that, weirdly enough, was enough.

seongje’s desk at the bowling alley becomes a quiet sort of shrine to you—littered with your letters and notes, half-crumpled from him rereading them over and over. he never bothers to clean it up. they’re scattered across the surface like leaves in a storm, but he knows exactly where each one is. it’s an organized mess, chaotic in the same way he is. but if anyone even looks at them too long—tries to pick one up, makes a joke about the handwriting, even breathes too close to the edge of his desk—they’re basically asking for a death wish.

“touch it and you die,” he’ll mutter without even looking up, one foot kicked up on the desk, cigarette dangling from his lips. it’s not even a threat—it’s a promise.

somewhere in between the late night meetups—where the world is quiet and it’s just the two of you—and the stolen moments in back rooms lit by vending machine glow, seongje softens. not in a way that’s obvious to most, but in ways you catch. like when he plays bowling with you late at night at the union headquarters, just the sound of pins crashing echoing through the empty lanes. he’s terrible at it, but he doesn’t care. he would fair better hitting someone at the back of the head with these bowling balls. he only really lights up when it’s your turn.

you roll the ball, knock down every pin, and before you can even react, he’s throwing his hands in the air, exaggeratedly signing applause, a wide grin stretching across his face.

“that’s what i’m fucking talking about!” he shouts, clapping loudly on top of the sign for applause he just made, just because he’s still him—loud, obnoxious, impossible—but now he’s loud for you.

yeah… to seongje, you’re like a stray puppy at first. small, quiet, following him around without saying a word, eyes always wide and watching. at first, he thinks it’s kinda funny—endearing, even. you don’t talk back, don’t flinch when he’s loud, and you’ve got this habit of showing up with little notes or food like some soft, strange ritual he doesn’t understand. he starts calling you “puppy” just to mess with you, ruffling your hair whenever you come around.

but somewhere along the way, that fondness stops being just a game. no, you’re not a pet to seongje. but maybe, you became an equal.

he starts waiting for your notes. starts leaving his office door slightly cracked, just in case you come by. he catches himself watching you instead of his phone. gets weirdly pissed off when other people so much as look at you wrong.

and the night he realizes it’s different—that it’s not just him babysitting some quiet kid—it’s when you sign “stay” with soft hands after a long night, and he does. no grumbling, no jokes, just settles next to you and doesn’t leave.

after that, it’s not a question. you’re not a puppy. you’re his person.

and yeah, maybe he never said you were dating. but everyone knows. you leave your food in the union’s fridge, your letters in his desk, your comfort in the chaos of his life. and he protects you, respects you, listens to your silence more than he’s ever listened to anyone’s voice. and no one in the union dares to bring it up or even question your soft presence in the nitty gritty bowling alley.

seongje is loud. like, really fucking loud. he talks with his whole body, yells when he's annoyed, laughs like he owns the air around him, and never knows when to shut up. he's noise and motion and chaos wrapped in one, dangerously sharp-edged boy. but you—you're quiet. not just in voice, but in presence. you move gently, offer kindness without demanding attention, speak in ways that don’t need sound.

and somehow, in all the noise of his world, your silence is the only thing that ever made sense. he used to think silence was empty, but now it’s where he finds comfort. he’s still loud, still volatile, still the type to throw a punch first and maybe ask questions never. but now there’s this... softness around the edges. a space he carves out just for you. like you’re the eye of the storm, and he’s always, always circling back to you.

in your quiet, he feels understood. and maybe that's the wildest thing about this whole mess—that a boy made of sound found peace in someone who never had to say a word.

note: aaa i feel like this so short >><< i wanted to give them more of a backstory but for now this is what i’m going with. if you’d like to see more of them that’d be nice 🫶 this is such a different take from collarless tho, and it’s nice to also write a softer character to contrast our tough collarless!reader to explore more dynamics with seongje.

i don’t aim to reform or soften seongje, but have the peaceful presence of the reader be incorporated into his life without changing his ideals and personality.

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[slaaneshsleftovergender]

*cracks knuckles* 

I have not been failing to beat the furry allegations for years, just to ignore this call to action now

I'm basing my takes on…vibes, mostly. Also there's no set system. Each primarch gets personal evaluation on Culture, Cannon, my view of what Big E would consider “sick as hell”, and just…them, ya know?

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Lion - Obvious one*, very large and sturdy, leaning heavily towards a Dungeons and Dragons Leonin design. 

Fulgrim - My knee jerk reaction is snake, Slaneesh saw n made it happen, but I was torn because honestly when I think of Fulgrim, I think about his hair. Solution, hood like a cobra. I would love to draw Fulgrim as a Medusa now

Perturabo - Look, this all started with the Ultramoorines, and (possibly) bad news, Petty Turbo is also Bull. Same sacred symbolism situation between cultures, plus shit temper, and stubbornness. 

Khan - Okay, I'm not gonna say horse. He likes horses, I don't think he is one. I did think the basic bitch answer Cheetah, but that does not have enough flavor. He's a Hawk. That man is a hawk. 

Leman Russ* - Wolf. I really want to appologize for saying something so obvious.

Dorn - Gonna be real, knee jerk reaction is his Fursona is human. “Humans are animals” mfer.

For real though, wasp. The kind that makes nests in your rafters - builders, short temper, color scheme - I'd hear the argument for Bees as well. 

Konrad Curze - Now, a lot of people associate night lords as bats, AS THEY SHOULD. It is the morally correct thing to do. However, HOWEVER, might I interest you in cat boy Curze? 

Listen, feral bastard, actual night vision not echo location, one of the most efficient hunters in the animal kingdom. Also, someone here on Tumblr dot com said "Konrad with a cat mom" and I will never not wish that in my deepest soul. 

> Also people, normal ass people, with like cat ears and tail, do not count as furries....but like *holds up Catrad* 

Sanguinius - His alluded me. He's got wings, there's been jokes about him being a goose....but he wears a leopards pelt, maybe could take some licenser with that?

Until it hit me.

It's griffin. He likes big cats, has wings, and I want more mythical creature primarchs. Plus, they got an air of nobility while, also, kinda being a mutant in their own way. 

Ferrus - Armadillo Lizard. Look, imma be real, I don't know much about him. However, he's gotta be a reptile to match Fulgrim, and the metal arms translates to armor scales in my mind. I think the evolution of the scales would please him too, cause the Iron Fists got that whole weakness of the flesh thing going on. I think. Also cute as fuck

Angron - I was thinking maybe something that balanced before n after nails, but honestly, Wild Boar. Angry bastards. Also associated with gods of War :3

Guilliman - is locked in, Bull/Cow. I've heard Ultramoorines started due to either the symbolism, or Guilliman wanting to be a farmer. Either is fantastic….but if I COULD change it…Owl just because of Minerva? Felt worth saying lol.

Mortarion - I was thinking Spider for some reason, but I think ultimately it's another one where the chaos god called it. Also, I can see him really liking Moths in general.

Magnus - I've seen him likened to a jackal, and I do really like that. And it would be fun to draw. However, I'd be lying if I said I didn't think Ibis fits better. Ibis was associated with Thoth - God of Wisdom, so big point there, but, once more, chaos god involvement = birb. 

Horus - Capybara 

Okay, okay. So Horus obviously likes wolves, but bro is domesticated honestly. He's really good with people, he charms them. He is a dog. 

Lorgar - Ram!!! He's got that biblical sheep symbolism energy. And horns. And I can't think of anything else lol 

Vulkan* - Dragon. Big, happy dragon.

Corvus Corax* - Raven.

Alpharius and Omegon - "Well Hydra Dominatus, they would be some kind of Scaley-" WRONG! FOX BOIIIZZZZZ

Bonus: 

Jago Sevatarion's is shark.

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[dantes-jacket]

Let’s not waste any more time

Dante x fem reader

Author notes: request #11!! Your ex bf cheated on you and kicked you out. Dante takes you in and a month after staying with him you two have a passionate night. Will everything be okay in the morning? SMUT!! Don’t interact if you’re a minor. Fluff and angst. This is long and I was too lazy to check it over, so if there’s some grammar problems no there isn’t…

You’re heading back to yours and boyfriend’s shared apartment after a long day of work at Devil May Cry. Your boss ended up trashing the place while he was “training”, so long story short goofing off with a new weapon he got and underestimated the damage he’d cause. Today just ended up as a clean up day and reorganizing. You were the one mostly organizing everything while Dante cleaned.

Today though you dressed up really nice because it was your one year anniversary with your boyfriend Jeffery. You two were going to go on a fancy date once you got off of work so you decided to get yourself in the mood earlier. As soon as you got to work Dante let out a long whistle, “Damn babe, you look great. What’s with the fancy clothes though? Wait is there meeting I don’t know about?”

You shake your head, “No there’s no meeting today. But thank you, I’m dressed up today because it’s my one year anniversary with Jeffery.”

“I see,” Dante just nods. He wonders why you’re still with that dick. He’s done nothing but mock you and hurt you your entire relationship but you’re still staying with him. Just break up with him already so he can ask you out and treat you right. “I hope he knows he’s a lucky guy to have a showstopper like you as a girlfriend.” He then spins around and goes into a back room.

The compliments he gave you fills you with butterflies. You showed your boyfriend your outfit before he left and he didn’t even acknowledge it or compliment you. But Dante never hesitates to compliment you or speak his mind. He always notices when you have something new or you changed your style. He’s always on top of it. You know it’s wrong to harbor feelings for someone else while you’re in a relationship but you just can’t help it. Dante is every you want in a relationship.

Although he’s never been one to pursue relationships so that’s why you gave up trying to get his attention. That’s when a friend set you up with Jeffery and now you’re here. You always wonder what it would be like if you never stopped and Dante was interested in relationships. Would you two have gotten together or would he have already been in a relationship? You don’t know but you can’t focus on the little details.

The thoughts running through your head are bitter while you walk back home. Is your boyfriend even going to appreciate tonight? You give him the benefit of the doubt and try to get your thoughts off of your incredible hot, smart, caring, strong, silly, and loving boss. You ride the elevator up to your floor and walk to your apartment. You unlock the door and go to call out for your boyfriend but you hear a weird noise coming from the bedroom.

You go to put your stuff down on the table near the door but you see some bags filled with something. Ignoring those for now you head to your bedroom. The door is cracked and the closer you get to it, you can hear it. Moans. Ones that belong to your boyfriend and another girl. You push the door open and see it now. Your boyfriend doing the neighbor.

“Jeffery?”

The man in question doesn’t even bother to look at you or stop what he’s doing. “Your stuff is by the door, get out. I found a better girl worth my time.” You see your neighbor smile slyly at you and moan extra loud next thrust just to spite you. You know it’s fake because this man is bad in bed. Bad probably isn’t even the right word but you’re so shocked you can’t even try to think of a better insult.

You back out of the room and go right back to the front door and grab your things. As quickly as you can you get outside and stand in front of your apartment building, or well now your old apartment building. You step out of the doors to be greeted by a downpour. Great your first night homeless you’re going to get drenched! The cards of fate are truly against you today.

But you can’t stay here. This whole thing just pisses you off. The longer you’re here for, the more you want to go back upstairs and yell at him. Tell him he didn’t mean anything and say you have a much better man than him in your life. Before you realize you walked all the way back to where than better man is. You look up and see the bright sign lighting up most of the ground and emphasizing the rain. You shuffle your bags to one hand to knock on the door.

You hear a low groan before heavy footsteps coming this way. Before the door opens you can hear Dante saying “We aren’t open come back tomorrow-“ before opening the door to see you standing there. You two just stand there for a moment breathing heavily while staring at one another. “Hey- shit you’re crying and drenched. What the hell happened!?”

Crying? You didn’t even realize. You know they are sad tears they are frustrated ones. You open your mouth to respond but immediately close it. How can you ask him to help you? That seems unfair. He has so much on his plate and you’d take his home and free time away from him. Never mind you’ll just leave.

“Sorry just never mind.” You spin on your heel and try to walk down the steps but stopped by an arm on your hand dragging you inside.

“No you don’t. You’re going to get out of the rain and come inside. Then you’re going to tell me what the hell happened within the last two hours since I’ve seen you.”

Dante shuts the door behind you and rushes off to the bathroom to get you a towel. While he grabs a towel he tries to process what is going on. You were just excited to go on your anniversary date but now you’re here with bags in hand and soaked while crying? Oh man if he ever sees that clown of a man you call a boyfriend he’ll be six feet underground buried to next to all the demons. Snapping out of his thoughts he rushes back to you.

He sees you shivering and standing like you don’t know this place. He walks over and hands you the towel and then pulls off your jacket and throws it on the floor.

“Okay give me a brief summary before I have you go and shower to warm up.”

“He was sleeping with someone else,” you murmur so quietly and if he didn’t have enhanced hearing he definitely wouldn’t have caught what you said.

Dante sees red he clenches his jaw, “He what?” He says in a low threatening tone, “I’m going to kill him.” He side steps you and puts a hand on the door handle but you gently place yours on top of his.

“Don’t he’s not worth your time.”

“I don’t care-“

“Plus I want you here…” you admit quietly.

He suddenly pulls back his hand like the door handle had just shocked him. “I’m right here and not going anywhere. Go ahead and showering and I’ll put your things in my room.”

“Dante I can’t take your room, I can just go stay in a hotel-“

“No absolutely not. You’re staying here until you find a place. Now go shower before you get sick.”

You relent to his demand and head off to the bathroom. You do grab one bag and just hope it has your toiletries and at least an outfit to sleep in. You start the shower and strip out of your wet clothes. You look at yourself in the mirror and see your tear stained face with your makeup smudged. You look like a mess and you showed Dante that. You’re never going to be able to live this down. How are you going to show yourself to him now after this?

Luckily you chose right with your bag and was able to take a nice and refreshing shower. You scrub your skin hard to get the memory of that assholes touch off. You want him to be purged from your memory. Maybe you ask Dante if he knows a demon that can take that memory from you. Knowing him though he’d freak at your question and lecture you on why you should not seek a demon out.

He’s already acting different since you got here. He probably just feels bad and doesn’t have any other reason behind it. Or maybe he does? You’ve never seen him so mad even when demon knock on his front door and ruin his place. His eyes glowed with an anger you’ve never seen before. Maybe he did actually have other intentions. Wait… could he like you back???

A knock at the door disrupts your overthinking. “Hey you okay in there?”

“Oh um yeah! I’m almost done.” You stutter out and turn off the shower. You quickly dry yourself off and throw on some pajamas. Your pajamas are short shorts and a tiny tank top. Oh god, how are you suppose to walk around like this in front of him in his own house!?!

You open the door and give him a sleepy smile. He smiles back but eyes widen once he gets a glimpse of what you are wearing. He tries to get his mind off of it because he feels his dick twitch and harden. He clears his throat, “Uh I changed the sheets on my bed so it’s all good for you.”

“Oh thank you! You didn’t have to, I already feel bad for intruding.” You comment while avoiding eye contact with him.

Dante gently places his hand on your cheek and makes you look back at him, “You’re not intruding. I want to help.”

“Thank you.”

“Let’s get you to bed okay?” You just nod and follow him. He points out where he left your stuff and says feel free to take your time in the morning. He bids you a goodnight and heads back downstairs.

You lay down in his bed and instantly hit with warmth and his scent. You know he changed the sheets but they still smell so much like him. The spot you’re laying on is pretty warm which means he was probably laying in bed when you got here. Your heart pangs feeling bad you not only disrupted his peaceful night but that you made him give up his bed. You know he told you not to worry but it still weighs on your conscious. You decide that you’ve done enough thinking and close your eyes. It’s not long after until you fall asleep.

•

You and Dante fell into a nice routine over this past month while you stay at his place. The work has gone smoother than it ever has. You basically hold down the fort while Dante is out on missions. Or when he’s here your communication has gotten a lot clearer. You wouldn’t change this for the world.

You two have also gotten a lot closer this past month. You two will go out to the diner or make home cooked meals together. You’ll also watch movies, play board games or his dancing game or just sit on the couch and gossip all about some of the people that come to the shop.

Tonight you’re here by yourself. Dante won’t get home till later and you don’t know what to do. On nights like these it seems like the day drags on and on. It really rubs it in your face that he isn’t here. You sit on the couch debating what to do.

The door then opens and the smell of pizza hits your nose. Ah he finished his mission early. You turn to see the man smiling and eager to see you. He calls your name, “You won’t believe it! The person I just helped gave me the payment, pizzas and some expensive wine! We are royalty tonight.”

You laugh at his excitement. You grab the pizzas and wine from him, “You can’t have this after you shower. You’re covered in blood.”

“But-“

“No shower no pizza.”

“You’re cruel!” He clutches his hand over his heart. He puts on a dramatic little show and when he sees you’re not budging he relents. “Fine. If my beautiful maiden wants me to shower before I eat, I will do just so!” He then dashes to the bathroom.

You go and set everything down on the table in front of the couch then go to grab napkins, plates and glasses. By the time you’re bringing all this stuff out Dante is out of the bathroom. Someone was obviously eager.

You make plates of pizza for you both while Dante pours some wine for the two of you. You two eat in silence but it’s a nice silence. This is nice. Dante is different than anyone else you’ve eaten with. Dinner can be enjoyed in silence without having to talk to one another. The presence of each other is enough.

Dante finishes his slices first and before he goes to grab more he points out, “Did you know you’ve been here for one month now?”

Taking the time to think about it, you have. This time has flown by and it’s been great. “I didn’t really think about till now.”

“Then let’s call this a celebration yeah?”

You grin at him, “I like the sound of that.” You hold up your wine glass and he reaches for his. “Cheers!” You say in unison while clinking your glasses together. The first sip of wine is strong. The client gave Dante the good stuff.

The night goes on and more pizza is eaten and the wine is all gone. You can feel yourself being tipsy. You’ve never had that strong of a wine before and you’re really feeling it. You look at Dante who is focused on something else in the room. You get up and declare, “I’m going to clean up.”

You get up and try to move around Dante’s legs but end up falling. He is quick to catch you but clumsily. Which leads you to the position you two are in now. You’re in his lap with your hands on his chest while his hands are tightly holding onto your waist. Your heads are barely apart that your foreheads are almost touching. You two both just deeply look into each other’s eyes without saying anything.

“Dante,” you whisper deciding to break the tension.

You see him swallow but never takes his eyes off of you, “Yeah?”

“I-“

“Can I kiss you?” He cuts you off with a harbored breath.

“Please.”

He surges up and connects your lips. The kiss is hot and lustful. His tongue sneaks his way into your mouth and aggressively fights against yours. You barely have a chance to connect yours with his to move in sync. He’s going rough and not letting go of control.

He pulls you closer to him that’s when your core comes into contact with his length. You feel it already hardened and bulging in his pants. The newly added friction makes your panties get even more wet than they already are. You can’t help but crave more and grind down onto him.

You moan at the new friction which causes him to groan and pull back from the kiss. You two are panting heavily while enjoying the friction you’re both getting. You’re so close, it’s embarrassing but you can’t help it. You’ve finally get the chance to be with the beautiful man you’ve wanted for years. You can’t help but be excited.

Your speed picks up and Dante senses that you’re close. “Are you close baby?”

You lean your forehead against his and whine, “So close. So so so so close, uhhh Dante-“

“Shhhh, I got you.” He starts to thrust up to add the more friction you’re craving. From the extra movement from Dante you’re sent over the edge. You throw your head back and scream out his name followed by a long moan.

Dante can’t tear his gaze off of you. You’re so breathtaking like this. How you look when you hit your high only makes his dick harder. He feels like he’s about to bust in his pants but he can’t. He can’t ruin this at all. He can’t mess up his chance to be with you. He has to make sure he doesn’t cum before you two get to the main event.

After you finish you fall onto Dante and he’s quick to wrap his arms around you. He presses a kiss to your temple and murmurs, “Such a good girl for me.”

You whimper at his comment and push yourself back to look at him, “But you didn’t come…”

Dante’s trademark smirk finally makes an appearance, “You’re severely mistaken if you think we are done.”

“What-“ you’re then carried up to his bedroom where he slams the door shut with a kick. You flinch at the sound and wonder how the hell the door didn’t break with the contact. Dante gently lays you down gently onto his bed. Sensing your worries about the door he leans down and whispers, “It’s fine, not like it’s going to do much anyways. The neighbors are going to hear you anyway.”

Your face burns bright red to his implication. Dante goes back to lean over you and laughs at your reaction. He thinks it’s adorable how easily you flush at his comments. You do the same thing when he compliments you. He’s grown to love it so much.

He leans down to kiss you again but this one is much softer and slow compared to the one you two first shared. Your lips move together and have no rush behind it. You both are savoring this kiss.

Dante breaks the kiss first again but he doesn’t stop. He continues down your chin to your neck. He spends some time sucking, licking and kissing your neck. You start to feel the heat down there again. You jerk your hips to try and get some friction again but feel his big hands slam your hips back down. He pulls back from your neck a bit, “There’s no rush baby. Let’s enjoy this.”

You groan in frustration, “Dante please-“

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

“Where?”

“Danteeeeeeee,” you cry out.

“What? You gotta be more specific because as I see it, I’m touching you right now.”

“I want you to touch me.”

“Baby I just said I’m touching you.”

You cry out in frustration, “Dante I want you to touch my pussy.”

“See, was that so hard?”

You go reply to his snippy remark but are cut off when his finger slip past the seam of your shorts and into your panties. He runs his finger up and down your slit feeling your wetness and your cum from earlier. He groans at the feeling, “This all for me?”

“Yes only for you,” you whine while trying to grind onto his fingers.

Seeing your neediness and since you responded oh so well to his question he decides to reward you and insert two fingers into your wet hole.

You moan loudly at the intrusion. His fingers are so long and thick. They get places you can’t even reach with your own. He sets a steady pace and moves his fingers around a bit. Until you moan even louder and arch your back. Perfect, he found it.

Dante found that spot that makes you see stars. He quickens his pace and pressure to bring you closer to the edge. He knows you’re close again because you are starting to clench his fingers tighter.

All you can get out besides breaths is his name and more. Dante has mercy and doesn’t tease you again and adds another finger and starts to rub your clit with his thumb. He starts to follow the path again he was following earlier with his kisses. He kisses down your neck to your chest until he gets stopped by that tank top that has been taunting him for the past month.

He pulls down your tank top to continue his path. Before he pays attention to your breasts he mumbles, “You little minx for always wearing these tiny tank tops and shorts around me.” He latches onto your nipple and starts sucking while alternating between rolling the perk bud around in his mouth.

He brings his other hand up to massage the breast his mouth isn’t attached to. This sends your body into over drive. You clutch at his hair tightly and scream. You pull at his hair to keep him as close as you can and silently beg him not to stop.

With the extra stimulation he can tell you’re close to your climax. He rubs your clit harder and faster which helps send you over the edge. Your back is arching off the bed again while you let moan after moan out. It’s music to his ears and he wishes it could be on repeat in his head forever.

He lightens his speeds and touch when he feels you start to come down from your high. He pops off from your nipple and looks at your blissed out face. You have tears rolling down your face while you’re trying hard to catch your breath. He then pulls his fingers out of you and then watches you groan at the loss feeling.

Dante watches you blink slowly, “You back with me sweetheart?” He then puts his fingers in his mouth and licks your essence off of them. You moan while watching him do that and it’s only turning you on once more.

Between breaths all you say is “more.”

Being the gentlemen he is, he does as he’s told. He pushes himself off the bed and you whine, “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere baby,” he laughs out. “I gotta get undressed before I undress you.”

There’s that adorable blush he loves. But he can’t tell if that’s from his comment or how you feel looking at his body. He stands before you completely naked with his muscles and dick being flaunted. He knows he’s long and thick, so it’s going to hurt a bit but he’s determined to make this amazing for you.

He then leans over the bed and quickly undresses you after he gets your permission to do so. Once your clothes joined his on the floor he’s back to hovering over you. He lines himself up with your hole and looks back at you, “It’s probably going to hurt, just tell me if it gets to be too much.”

“Promise.” You lightly smile at him.

He begins to push in slowly to let you get use to his size. He pushes in a bit and lets you adjust and continues that until he’s fully sheathed inside of you. Once he gets closers to fully being inside you he hears you wince and pain on your face.

“Shit baby I thought I told you to tell me to stop if it hurts.”

“No please don’t, just push the rest of the way in. I’ll adjust I promise. Don’t stop.”

Dante bites his lip and pushes in the rest of the way fast to connect you both fully. You scream and scrape down his back with your nails. He groans at the feeling of your wet and warm walls around him but also the burn from your nails. It’s taking everything inside of him not to pound you into this mattress.

He waits until you give him the go ahead to continue. He feels your nails ease up in his bad and your body loosen a bit. Dante looks down he sees you shake your head.

He pulls out a little bit and pushes back in immediately. Once you get use to the pace he pulls out more and more until the only thing left in is his tip. When he sees that you are comfortable and pleasured face he increases his pace and strength.

He’s pounding into you hard and fast. He feels you trying to grind up into him to match his speed and that only makes him go even more feral. Dante places both hands on your hips and pounds into your hole even faster than you could have thought.

You’re “singing” again. Your moans, groans, screams and screeches are the only thing living in his mind right now. Each time he hits your g spot and you scream out his name he only wants to go harder and faster.

“That’s it, sing for my baby girl. Let everyone know who is fucking this pussy so good.”

“DANTE!” You scream out as he abuses your hole.

“I’m going to ruin this pussy so no other man can think he can even come close to me.” He grabs your face with one of his hands. His eyes a steely focused but are blown wide by bliss, “This pussy is mine.”

His possessiveness makes your stomach fill with butterflies. You did your nails deeper into his back, “All yours, only yours. Always has been.” You say between bated breaths.

“Damn right baby.”

“Dante…. so close, please.” You keep repeating please.

Dante buries his head into your neck and continues his pace, “I know I’m close too.”

After a couple more thrusts you feel the tether almost snapping. You cry out his name again and he pulls himself out of your neck. Your eyes are closed as you wait for bliss.

“Open your eyes.” Dante demands.

You open your eyes and blink the tears away and look at him. His bright blue eyes are barely there due to his pupils being blown wide. “Look at me when you come.”

Those words send you over the edge and you watch him while you coat his dick in come. He groans at the feeling and almost burst right there. He holds himself back so he doesn’t ruin your high.

“Baby I’m close, where-“

“Inside!”

His eyes widen, “Are you sure?”

“Yes please, fuck please just cum inside!”

“Well who am I to deny a request from my girl.” He does one final thrust and empties himself into you. He falls on top of you and catches his breath. He feels your hold loosens on his and he looks up at you.

Your breath is evening out but you feel asleep. He laughs at the thought. He really did push you, he got three amazing blissed moments out of you. He gently pulls out and goes to grab a towel to clean you up. Dante wipes you down and himself then throws the towel on the floor.

He hops into bed and pulls you into his arms. With this post nut clarity he wonders how this is going to change the dynamic between you two. He wonders what you’re going to think and say in the morning. He tries not to place himself with those thoughts and just enjoy the feeling of you in his arms because this might be the only chance he gets.

•

You wake up to the sun shining brightly in your face. Did you forget to close the blinds before you went to bed? You curse your forgetfulness and go to get out of bed to close them so you can go back to sleep. You’re then stopped when you feel a strong grip around your waist. You slowly turn around and see Dante behind you. Naked.

The memories pop up from the night before. You and Dante eating pizza and drinking wine on the couch then next he got three orgasms from you and came inside of you. Holy shit. What did you do!?

You try to wiggle out of his grip but he’s quick to pull you into him, “Stop just go back to sleep.” He mumbles into your shoulder.

You can’t take the thought of it anymore. You probably ruined all of this. You can help but let the sob stuck in your throat come up. You feel Dante instantly shift and hover above you once again.

“What’s wrong?” He frantically asks.

You press your hands to your face and sob, “I’m so sorry. I ruined all of this. I’ve liked you for so long and now I took advantage of you. I forced myself into your house and now I took advantage of you. I’m so sorry. I hate myself of all of this. I’m so stupid.”

Dante is quick to pry your hands off of your face. You lock your gaze with him and see him looking pissed. Great now you mad him mad. You want to hide again and not see that face again.

“Don’t you dare say you’re stupid. That is one of the last things I’d ever use to describe you. You didn’t do shit. You didn’t ruin anything. I knew what I was doing last night and getting into. I also knew I wasn’t going to leave you on the damn street because I want you with me always. I don’t regret anything and never will. I have liked you for the longest time and now that I have you I’m not letting you go so easily.”

“You… you like me?”

“Yes, I have since you started working here.”

“Dante… I’ve liked you since I started working here. I tried to flirt and get your attention but it never seemed to work that’s why I started dating my ex.”

His eyes widen, “What? You did?” You nod and he hangs his head, “Fuck, so I could have had you earlier.”

You know he’s saying that to himself and not to you. You let him work out his thoughts and what he wants to say next.

“I am so sorry.” He picks his head back up but now he looks determined, “I promise from here and now you have my full undivided attention. I really love you and I don’t want to waste any more time.”

You beam up at him, “I love you too.”

He flops back down on you and cuddles you like you’re a teddy bear. “Now that’s settled, back to sleep we go.”

[onlyangel4]

going soft. cm punk.

cm punk x reader

synopsis: when punk goes on a podcast the whole world finds out just how soft he is for his girlfriend.

punk hadn’t expected to enjoy this podcast as much as he was. he’d been on enough to know the beats, a little banter, a few nostalgic wrestling stories, some inevitable teasing. but this one had a laid-back energy, and the host clearly knew his stuff, not just about wrestling, but comics, pop culture, and all the weird corners of interest that Punk cared about. they were nearly forty minutes in, and it had been mostly harmless fun, batman debates, injury horror stories, and a detour into punk’s very strong feelings about pineapple on pizza.

then the host grinned across the table and said, "so, we’ve talked wrestling, pipe bombs, and the joker’s overrated plans but let’s pivot. fans want to know, what’s going on outside the ring these days? you’ve mellowed out a bit, haven’t you?"

punk chuckled, sensing the shift. "i don’t know about mellowed out" he said, leaning back in his chair. "i still yell at clouds on twitter. but yeah, life’s good. i’ve got someone who keeps me grounded."

the host raised an eyebrow, clearly pleased. "the mystery woman makes an appearance. you’ve been keeping that low-key."

"i try. i don’t need the whole world in our business", punk replied with a shrug. "but she’s awesome. smart, funny, way cooler than me. And patient. god, so patient. you have to be, to put up with my cranky ass."

the host laughed and pointed at him. "you’re smiling like a dork right now."

punk blinked. "am i?"

"you don’t even realize how soft you just got. dude, you went from ‘pipe bomb’ to ‘puppy love’ in thirty seconds."

punk rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. "she’s got that effect, i guess. i don’t notice it when i’m talking about her. feels normal."

there was a brief pause, and then, more quietly, he added, "it’s weird. you go through life thinking you’re this lone wolf. you make peace with it. then someone shows up, looks at you like you’re worth something, even on your worst days and suddenly you’re checking her grocery list and reorganizing your whole damn house just so she has drawer space."

the host let out a laugh that bordered on a wheeze. "so what you’re saying is, cm punk the most dangerous man with a mic, is out here living the domestic dream."

"hey", punk said, mock-defensive. "don’t get it twisted. i’ll still fight a dude in a parking lot. but i’ll text her first to let her know I’ll be late."

that set the host off again. "that’s love, man. that’s growth."

punk laughed too, rubbing the back of his neck, his expression softening despite himself. "she makes things better just by being around. she doesn’t try to change me, and somehow that makes me want to be better. you don’t come across people like that often."

"does she know she’s got you like this?"

"oh, she knows", punk said with a smirk. "doesn’t abuse the power. well, not much."

"you’re whipped."

"i’m in love. big difference."

∘•···············•∘ʚ ♡ ɞ∘•················•∘

later that night, you sat curled up on the couch, one of his hoodies drowning you, headphones in, phone clutched loosely in your hand as the podcast played. you were at the exact part where he started talking about you, really talking about you and the smile on your face couldn’t have been stopped if you tried.

you watched him out of the corner of your eye as he walked into the room, pausing mid-step when he saw you grinning.

"you’re listening to it, aren’t you?" he asked, already looking like he regretted opening his mouth on the show.

you paused the episode dramatically and turned to him. "she’s got this stupid laugh", you quoted, placing a hand over your heart. "poetic."

he groaned and dropped down onto the couch beside you, burying his face in your shoulder. "i knew that was gonna come back to haunt me."

"you’re soft", you teased, laughing as you stroked his hair.

"i was ambushed", he said into your hoodie. "i thought we were gonna talk about bane and joker, not my undying devotion."

you kissed the top of his head and pulled him closer. "for the record", you murmured, "i love your cranky ass. especially when you get all mushy without realising."

he sighed but didn’t move. "remind me to never speak publicly again."

"too late. the world knows", you teased, resting your chin on his head. "you’re whipped."

he tilted his head up just enough to look at you. "yeah", he said simply, his voice low and honest. "i am"

[burrowkit]

I’m sorry, but no.

So…

Okay.

Let’s start with how I came to the conclusion of this being from a USA person POV.

From the prompt itself, health insurance rep. Right off the bat, that’s not really something I see in Canada.

We have our benefits/health benefits/health and wellness plan. This covers things like drugs, prescriptions not covered by the provincial health insurance that we do not think about (or most of us don’t).

These benefits cover the dentist, going to the optometrist, massages, therapy, physio, etc. It likely doesn’t cover any of these (drugs included) completely. But usually it brings it down to $20.

Usually.

They would not call me, unless the plan is ending and even then, it’s generally an email from the company you work for.

I might call them for clarifications on what’s covered, but generally, I just upload my claims and things are handled. Usually approved, and if it’s not, then it’s clearly laid out in the documentation.

Secondly, if you’re talking about provincial health insurance… I mean, I could look up the number, but I have no idea anything about contacting them.

Everything is handled by the doctors offices. Including when I had surgery just last year.

Chest x rays whenever I had pneumonia? Free. I was given the form, went for the appointment, returned home.

They wouldn’t be my “health insurance rep”, they’d be the secretary or the contact person or even the doctor for the clinic / service.

So all that, on simple words, implies USA-based.

Then, we get into the writing-prompt-s blog having previously had a bunch of posts for the USA election (as I recall, so many posts), but I haven’t seen much of anything about Canada or Australia’s elections on tumblr.

Next point, y’all (with a Canadian accent, so it’s just a standard word and not a southern USA accent word) keep bringing up MAID.

Okay. So, I remember when it was coming it. The purpose of MAID is so that someone with terminal cancer (stage 4), is in a lot of pain, will die soon, and will die painfully, can choose to die with mercy instead of painfully, drawn out, and having their loved ones be tortured with every good and bad day.

I remember articles coming out about people signing up, and being denied come the day because they were no longer eligible.

Why? Because you must opt into MAID, you aren’t just randomly told you’re dead cause of over population.

(Not to mention that in general, our cities might be over populated, but there is a lot of inhabitable land, and rural sections. But anyways).

I recognize people are sharing stories online of issues with MAID, but it should be used as a mercy death, where the person opts in.

So… question… do people know the difference between being told and opting in? Cause if not… that explains a few things in the world stage.

Especially since after an election with our neighbour, many people expressed interest in joining Canada. Canadians said “sure! Here’s how you go about doing this!”

Silence. Cool. You don’t want to come to Canada. Moving on.

Then their leader said “you’re joining us”.

Many think it’s the same. It’s not.

In this last example, it might seem like 2 POVs, but it’s the same side doing the work.

With MAID and this prompt, its opposite sides. The person has to agree vs the government (or corporation) dictating.

So… end result… it’s not the USA’s exact circumstances, but it’s also not Canada’s.

I’d say it’s more USA-inspired with their healthcare system, or a USA view of Canada.

Maybe a bit of both.

Anyways, I’m sorry, writing-prompt-s. This just kind of seemed more polarizing than most prompts. I’m sorry you aren’t getting the writing answers deserved for this prompt.

Maybe this one struck a little too close to reality? Idk.

Hope everyone has a good day though, and I hope NO ONE ever actually encounters this prompt in their real life.

Edit: I don’t care which country the OP is from, I’m just pointing out that it appears there’s a more USA based pov. Which is ABSOLUTELY OKAY! It’s not my business. But it does help frame my original point, is all.

"We're sorry." The health insurance rep on the phone spoke on the other end with an indifferent tone "Due to our countries laws of Overpopulation, you have been selected for the Downsizing Program. It is now your legal obligation to die."

[tullipsoftheearth]

"Introvert’s dream”

Dealer Ellie Williams x fem reader (college au)

A:N i was thinking of making this into a series??

Ellie didn’t usually stick around after deals. She came in, handed off, dipped. Easy. She didn’t do party small talk, or mingling, or whatever weird drinking games required yelling and cheap vodka.

But tonight, something made her hesitate. And that something was sitting cross-legged on a armchair, chewing on the straw of a Capri Sun like it wasnt the most bizzare thing to do at a frat party. You.

Ellie watched you for exactly three seconds too long.

You noticed. Smiled.

“Lost?” you asked, eyes all curious and teasing.

Ellie stuffed her hands in her pockets. “No. Just… surprised they had actual juice here.”

You held up the pouch. “Limited edition. I fought a football player for it.”

Ellie huffed a laugh. “Worth it?”

“Depends,” you said. “You wanna split it?”

That’s how she ended up next to you on the armchair, knees knocking, sharing a drink like you’d known each other longer than five minutes.

You looked over. “So… what’s your deal? You’ve got this mysterious energy of someone who either writes poetry or sells weed.”

Ellie smirked. “I do both. But only one pays.”

You grinned. “Weed?”

“Tragically, yeah.”

There was a pause. Not awkward. Just… full of something light and buzzing. You shifted a little closer, your jacket brushing her sleeve.

“So what’s your pitch?” you asked. “If I wanted something chill. No spiraling.”

“I’ve got a blend called ‘Introvert’s Dream,’” she said, like she hadn’t just made that up on the spot and gave herself the ick in the process. “It makes everything kinda glowy. Music sounds better. People get quieter. You’ll forget you’re at a party within, like, five minutes.”

You tilted your head. “That sounds… really nice.”

Ellie looked at you then — really looked. Soft lighting, softer eyes. You weren’t like anyone she usually met during deals. You weren’t performative. You weren’t trying too hard. You were just… here. And warm. And really fucking pretty.

She reached into her pocket and handed you a small pre-roll, fingers brushing yours.

You blinked. “How much?”

She shook her head. “Free.”

Your eyebrows lifted. “You’re a terrible businesswoman.”

Ellie smiled. “I’m selective.”

⸻

You ended up on the porch, sitting on a blanket someone had left behind, passing the joint back and forth as the sounds of the party got swallowed by the night.

You exhaled, your voice softer. “I usually hate these things. Too loud. Too many people trying to be interesting.”

“Same,” Ellie said. “But you’re not trying.”

You turned to her, half-shy. “Is that a compliment or an insult?”

“It’s a compliment.”

You nudged her shoulder with yours. “You’re kinda nice. For someone who allegedly writes poetry.”

She gave you a mock glare. “Allegedly?”

“Prove it.”

“Not on the first hangout,” Ellie said, smirking. “You gotta earn the bad metaphors.”

You smiled, all teeth and pink cheeks. “Fine. I’ll settle for another Capri Sun.”

Ellie laughed, soft and real. “Next party. I’ll bring one just for you.”

⸻

Later, when you said you should head home, Ellie hesitated.

“Hey,” she said, scratching the back of her neck, suddenly unsure. “Can I text you? Or is that too… weird?”

You smiled.

“I was hoping you’d ask.”

And when you walked away, Ellie sat there for a second, hoodie sleeves tugged over her hands, wondering what the hell just happened — and kind of hoping it would happen again.

[ih8simps]

If Only You Knew

Ok imagine having a one nightstand with frat boy gojo and then you ghost him.

It’s not intentional. You don’t truly mean to do it. It’s just that you didn’t take him seriously. You thought it was just sex and nothing more. Well not really just sex, it was the best dicking down you've ever had but you thought that's just what frat boy gojo does every weekend.

You don't know it, but that was the best night of frat boy gojo's life. He finally got his hands on that pretty quiet girl that seems to be in all of the same lectures. He's had his eyes on you since the second week of classes and hes just been patiently waiting for you to walk through the doors of the frat house. Its where he feels the most confident and in his element.

On the faithful night you make your way through the red frat house door frat boy gojo is almost sure he must be hallucinating. Hes not sure if its the lights from the neon signs or the headlights of the uber you just got out of, but he swears you are glowing. Your eyes sweep over the room and for a moment he thinks you are making eye contact with him. His heart leaps into his throat and he lifts his hand to wave you over but then he realizes you are making eye contact with one of his frat brothers, chapter president, Nanami.

Frat boy gojo cannot help but stare as you talk to Nanami about (what he figures out) your physics lecture. Nanami says something, frat boy gojo doesnt really care about the words he is saying, but it makes you laugh. Hard. The beautiful sound of your laughter makes his own face break into a smile.

"Which one do you want to fuck more?"

"What?!" frat boy gojo whips around and finds Suguru standing next to him with a smirk on his pale face.

"Be serious" frat boy gojo mutters, making sure to not take his eyes off of you or Nanami. He may not look it, but Nanami was known as a ladies man by all accounts. He was nearly infamous for the escapades that went down in his room after parties like this.

"You should go talk to her before Nanami snags her. You know what he does to women"

"Who says I want to talk to her?"

Suguru spares a glance at his best friend. "Fine man. I mean if you aren't interested"

Frat boy gojo finally turns to fully look over at his friend "Don't you fucking dare"

Suguru throws his hands up in surrender. "A joke" he chuckles. "Seriously, y/n is cool. Go talk to her"

"Y/n" frat boy gojo mutters your name. Of course he's known your name for quite some time. He's just never let himself utter it, worried he might become addicted to the taste of it on his tongue.

"Hey". Its you. You just came over to him. You are talking to him. He cant quite find his voice or use his vocal cords for a moment.

Suguru fills the air with a chuckle. "Hey, y/n. I was just telling my friend Satoru here that you're pretty chill"

You smile at this and look to frat boy gojo for confirmation. His tongue still feels like lead but he croaks out a "pretty" with a smile on his face.

You laugh at this. The sound of your laughter fills gojo with the confidence to actually speak to you more, in hopes of hearing that laughter again.

At some point Suguru excuses himself from the conversation. You end up talking to frat boy gojo for hours finding out that, to your surprise, you have the same major. Not only do you have the same major but you have a few lecture hall classes together. Frat boy gojo feels a pang of hurt at the fact that you never noticed him in any of the classes when he cant help but notice you everywhere on campus.

You ask him for his number to exchange class notes and he fumbles pathetically to pull his phone out of his pocket. "Text me any time" he says, with a confident smirk spread across his plump pink lips.

"I'm a horrible texter" you admit.

"You call me then. Again, any time"

"Thanks, Satoru"

Its the first time he's ever heard you say his name and he swears he would give up his lifes savings just to hear you say it one more time. Something within him gets bold after hearing the way his name sounds rolling off your tongue. He needs to hear it again. He needs to hear you say it, whisper it, scream it. His need makes him bold.

"Hey, do you want to come to my room" he blurts out.

Its silent for a beat too long between you and he's sure he's lost you. You probably think hes some kind of creep. But before his thoughts can completely spiral you reply a curt "yes".

Frat boy gojo takes you to his room and in a blur you're both naked and writhing against one another. He swears he sees heaven that night. But when he wakes up in the morning you're gone.

He waits a few days for you to text or to call or to acknowledge him in any way, but you don't. To make matters worse its midterm season and everyones busy with studying. He can't corner you or confront you after classes because you've been staying behind to speak with professors. A weekend or two pass and then spring break rolls around. Gojo waits, patiently for you to text him but you never do. He decides three days into break that the moment you are both back on campus he is going to confront you. He needs to know why you'd literally change his world, all in one night, and then never reach out to him again. He needs to hear your excuse for ghosting him and maybe feel you against him again.

What frat boy gojo doesn't know is that the number he hastily typed into your phone that faithful night was wrong. You'd texted and called that number more than once to no response. You thought you just got the frat boy special and let it go. You figure it must not have been that serious to frat boy gojo. If only you knew.