#this felt really cool when I was by myself

[heartsriki]

ALWAYS YOURS, NEVER MINE ⌇늦은

pairing ᝰ jungwon x fem!reader (?) — featuring.. riki & jay word count: 3k+

⌇ … warnings & genre ↺ pt. 2, angst, high-school au!, gut-wrenching angst like trust, love triangle, crying, lots of selfishness coming from won, hurt no comfort..., one-sided love.

synopsis — why did jungwon hide rikis love letter to you? (PLEASE READ PART 1)

lee's ₊˚⊹ ᰔ comment ┊there were a lot of questions/asks for explanations from pt. 1 so here it is! guys lowkey started tearing up I'm so sorry jungwon biases... I couldn't help myself again...

5 months before…

Today was Jungwon’s worst day possible. He hadn’t done as well as he wanted on an important test—not a failing grade, but not perfect either. On top of that, he left his stuff somewhere and couldn’t remember where.

Usually, he was calm, cool, and collected, but right now, he felt helpless. Resting his head on his desk, he let the frustration settle in, feeling like he was slowly being submerged in water—until he felt a slight tug on his hair.

Slowly, he lifted his head, only to see you, your hand still hovering above him. You flinched at his movement, clearly not expecting him to be awake.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I thought you were asleep, and your hair just looked so fluffy—” you blurted, your words tumbling over each other.

Jungwon just stared at you, silent.

You took his lack of response as a reason to keep going. “Anyway—I found this bag and recognized the name. Here you go!” You slung it over the back of his chair, grinning.

He glanced at the bag before looking back at you. You knew him? He didn’t know you.

The silence stretched, and you hummed, shifting awkwardly. He still hadn’t said thank you. You were about to excuse yourself when you caught a glimpse of the paper under his arms.

“Hey, a 75? That’s great! Man, I barely got a 65—you’re so smart. You wanna study sometime?”

Jungwon opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, the classroom door swung open.

“Y/N! We need you in the student council room—the boys are fighting again!”

You groaned, dragging your hands down your face. Without another word, you gave him a small wave, flashing a pretty smile before running off.

Jungwon raised his head, staring at the spot you had just been. “A 75 isn’t even good,” he murmured, resting his head back down. “What a weirdo.”

Yet, despite himself, he kept thinking back to that moment. He wouldn’t admit it, but it brought him a strange sense of comfort. He also didn’t even want to imagine what would’ve happened if he had really lost his stuff.

Days passed, and while he didn’t speak to you much, he saw you everywhere. Then, one day, as he strolled through the library, he spotted you working at the front desk.

He lingered behind a shelf, watching as you glanced around before sneaking to the back of the library.

Curiosity got the better of him. He followed.

Turning the corner, he caught you opening a small box, slipping a piece of paper inside. When you turned around, both of you flinched.

“Jungwon? What are you doing here?”

He crossed his arms. “What are you doing here? What’s in the box?”

Quickly, you stretched your arms out, blocking him. “It’s nothing.”

Jungwon smirked, trying to peek past you. “If it’s nothing, let me see.”

Before you could stop him, he had already snatched up the paper. You groaned, covering your face as he read it.

“You were embarrassed over cussing someone out for wearing the same headband as you on picture day?” His grin widened, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“I talked about wearing that headband for weeks…” you mumbled, looking away.

For a moment, he stayed silent. And then—he burst out laughing. Full, unrestrained laughter—the kind he hadn’t had in ages.

From that day on, he stayed by your side.

Jungwon was well-known around school. Girls found him handsome, even flirted with him, guys thought he was pretty damn good at sports and cool to hang out with. But because of that pedestal, few ever approached him as a true friend.

You didn’t seem to care about all that.

Instead of just waving at him in the hallway, you ran up to him to rant about your day. Instead of borrowing a pencil and ignoring him for the rest of class, you swapped desk numbers just to sit beside him. Instead of leaving him alone when he shut down, you stayed. Always.

You became his best friend. And he was yours. Thats all he ever needed.

That’s what he told himself, anyway.

February rolled around—the month of love. The halls were littered with Valentine’s posters, the air buzzing with excitement.

Jungwon didn’t think much of it. Maybe he’d just hang out with you that day.

But when he sat down next to you in class, you were grinning at your phone, giggling.

He smiled. “What’s got you so giddy today, huh?”

You turned your screen toward him. “I got Riki’s contact today… look!”

Jungwon’s smile faltered. He glanced at the name on your screen. Ah. Right.

He forgot about your tiny crush on Riki.

Nodding, he turned to the window, pretending it didn’t bother him. But the dull thump in his chest told him otherwise. I guess you’ll be busy that day. How lame.

Later that day, he was on the soccer field when his phone vibrated. Seeing your name, he grinned stupidly and opened the message.

You:

JUNGWONJUNGWONOMG

PLSPLSANSWERLOOKATURPHONE

Wonnie:

Ok what the hell

What is it?

You:

You are NEVER going to believe who just slid into the back of the library.

Wonnie:

Is it Jake again? Poor guy

Maybe Jay? Idk tell me

You:

Nishimura… Riki…

Jungwon stared at the screen.

Riki? Well. It was about time. He had been into you without a doubt.

Scoffing, Jungwon typed back.

Wonnie:

… Fr?

Maybe he confessed to you?

You:

Right, totally.

Jungwon frowned. You could be so oblivious sometimes. To more than one person.

Wonnie:

Think about it.

Setting his phone down, he exhaled sharply. He had a weird urge to see you. Maybe you wanted to talk about it.

He sighed, packing up his things and heading toward the library.

As he neared the back entrance, he spotted Riki slipping out. Their eyes met for a second, but neither spoke.

There was something in that look. Knowing.

Jungwon clenched his jaw and walked past him, slipping inside unnoticed.

Then, his eyes landed on the box.

For a split second, he hesitated. Then, without thinking, he stepped forward.

Glancing around, he reached inside. There were a lot of letters. But he found Riki’s almost immediately—a pink envelope decorated with tiny white hearts, his name written neatly on the front which was uncommon for love letters being left vulnerable in a box.

Jungwon stared at it. “What an idiot.”

Without thinking, he plucked it from the box, turning it over in his hands before slowly opening it.

Inside, a note.

Hey, I don’t really know how to start this. Okay, so… I think you’re really annoying. But for some reason, I like how annoying you are. You’re incredibly nosy, but I don’t mind when you peck at my life. I don’t know when I started to feel this way, but I know how I feel now. I like you. A lot. Too much, actually. If you feel the same, then… I don’t know. You’ll know what to do. You always do. — N.R.

Jungwon exhaled, rubbing his temples.

If you knew about this, you’d be over the moon.

And yet—before he could stop himself—he shoved the letter into his bag.

Why?

He convinced himself it was to toy with you. Something deeper inside knew other wise.

When Jungwon saw you through the student council door, scanning through all the love letters, he felt a soft pang in his chest. You were looking for Riki’s… he knew it.

When he entered, he played it off—laughing, smiling—knowing he had the one thing you had been waiting for this entire year. But when the opportunity came to fess up, he couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

When Riki stepped in, both Jungwon and Riki locked eyes. It didn’t even last a second, but the way he looked at him… he knew. He definitely knew that Jungwon had grabbed the letter.

Jungwon excused himself, whispering, “Good luck,” into Riki’s ear. A small part of him meant it. It was more for you.

He walked slowly to the locker room, overthinking about you and Riki. Overthinking about you and himself. What is this? It hurt. It hurt so much.

He was caught off guard by a hand on his shoulder. It was Jay, another friend of his.

“Hey man, where’s your girlfriend?” Jay asked with a knowing grin.

Jungwon blinked, still walking toward the locker room. “Girlfriend? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jay sighed, glancing around before looking back at him. “Don’t play dumb. You know I’m talking about Y/N. Did you confess yet?”

Jungwon stopped, causing Jay to stumble a little. Jay looked at him, puzzled.

Confess. Did he like you? Is that what this is?

That’s what he thought about for the rest of the day.

He liked you.

He liked you.

He liked you. You. You. You.

He fumbled on the field, spaced out during conversations, and excused himself from after-practice hangouts.

When he got home, he immediately went to his room, throwing himself onto his bed and sighing at the ceiling. The moment of peace was interrupted by a vibration in his right hand. He brought his phone up to his face and saw your contact. You always called him after his practice.

He answered, bringing the phone to his ear. “Hey.”

“AHHHHHHH, Wonnie! You won’t believe it! He likes me back! Isn’t that crazy? For some reason, his love letter went missing—some weirdo took it. But he confessed to me!” you squealed from the other line.

He smiled a little at your happiness, ignoring the heaviness in his chest. “That’s great Y/N… You guys dating now?”

“Actually, we’re taking things slow. He blabbed about needing to take care of something first.”

That made Jungwon sit up. “Take care of something?” he asked.

“Yeah. No clue, but it doesn’t bother me. I’ve been waiting long enough—I can wait a little bit more.” You smiled to yourself.

Jungwon thought. Riki didn’t need to take care of something. He needed to take care of someone.

“I’m sure it’ll happen soon,” Jungwon said, trying to sound reassuring.

You sighed at his words. “Thanks, I feel like the happiest girl in the world.”

Jungwon didn’t respond to that. “I’m pretty tired from practice. Talk to you later?”

“Oh! I’m so sorry, Wonnie! Of course—sleep well, alright?”

“…You too.”

And with that, he hung up.

Jungwon stared at his phone, the call screen fading to black as the weight in his chest settled in. His fingers curled around the device, gripping it tighter than necessary.

He likes me back!

Your words replayed in his head over and over, each time pressing harder against the part of him that had only just realized the truth.

He liked you.

And now, he was too late.

Jungwon exhaled sharply, tossing his phone onto his bed before running a hand down his face. The ceiling blurred in his vision as he lay back down, feeling—what was this? Emptiness? Regret?

He wanted to be happy for you. He was happy for you. You were his best friend. That’s what best friends did. They supported each other, no matter what.

But then why did it feel like his heart was being squeezed in a way that left him breathless?

Riki still hadn’t officially asked you out. That was something, right? But Jungwon knew it wasn’t for the reason you thought.

He needed to take care of someone.

Jungwon scoffed to himself, letting his arm drape over his eyes.

Riki knew. He definitely knew.

And now, Jungwon had a choice to make.

Does he let this be? Pretend his feelings didn’t exist, swallow them whole, and stand by your side like he always had?

Or does he do something about it?

His fingers twitched at the thought, but deep down, he already knew his answer.

Jungwon had never been the type to back down from a challenge. But this—this wasn’t some game. This wasn’t a competition he could win just by trying harder, running faster, pushing himself more.

This was you.

And if anyone deserved to be happy, it was you.

Even if it wasn’t with him.

“Pass it!” Jungwon yelled across the field.

He had been practicing all morning, through breaks, and even during lunch. Soccer was his escape—the only thing that drowned out the noise in his head.

But that peace was shattered when he spotted a figure standing by the benches near his stuff.

Riki.

He stood there, arms crossed, gaze steady. His expression was unreadable, but Jungwon knew exactly why he was here.

Jungwon hesitated for only a second before calling for a break. With a deep sigh, he jogged over, wiping sweat from his forehead before sitting down on the bench. He didn’t look at Riki, just grabbed his water bottle and took a sip.

Riki sat beside him, wasting no time.

“Do you know what happened to my letter?”

Jungwon glanced at him from the corner of his eye, then turned his gaze back to the field. “Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to?” His voice was flat, expression unreadable.

Riki exhaled through his nose, nodding slightly as if he expected that response. “Why?”

Jungwon leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “You know the answer to that too.”

Silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. The distant shouts of players and the sound of cleats against the field felt worlds away.

Finally, Jungwon sat up, patting his thigh before standing. “Is that it? I’m pretty busy.” He nodded toward the field, crossing his arms.

Riki stood too, this time meeting Jungwon’s gaze head-on. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.

“However you feel, take it out on me. Not her, she cares for you.”

Jungwon clenched his jaw.

Riki let the words linger before turning on his heel and walking away.

Jungwon watched him go, fingers tightening around his water bottle. His chest felt heavy, like something was pressing down on it, suffocating him.

He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply before kicking the bench. It barely moved, but it was enough to make his frustration bubble over.

Why did Riki have to say it like that? Like he was some selfish idiot who didn’t already know that? Like he didn’t already hate himself for it?

With a forced breath, he shook his head, pushing everything down, just like he always did. He had a game to focus on.

Without another glance at the benches, he jogged back onto the field, forcing himself to get lost in the only thing that still made sense.

A week after that encounter with Riki, Jungwon found himself in your room. He was doing homework while you sat beside him, pouting at your phone. He glanced at you and smiled.

“What are you grumbling about?” he asked.

You sighed, putting your phone down and continuing with your work. “It’s nothing…”

Jungwon raised a brow. He had never seen you this down before. “What? Tell me. You always tell me what’s wrong,” he pushed.

Pouting, you looked at him with puppy eyes. “It’s Riki… It’s been about a week, and I haven’t seen him or heard from him. Do you think he ghosted me?”

Jungwon stiffened. He had overheard from some guys that Riki had gotten into serious trouble with his parents and now had to work overtime at his part-time job. He sighed, looking at you. You were so obviously heartbroken. Should he tell you?

Or should he be selfish?

This was his chance. He could win you over. He could show you that he was here. That he would always be here.

He gulped, staring back down at his work. He was selfish—just for a moment. But then, he heard a broken sniffle come from you. His eyes snapped to you, watching as you tried to dry your tears, a fake smile on your face as if pretending everything was okay.

His heart dropped. Did Riki really mean that much to you?

Jungwon quickly moved next to you, guiding you to rest your head on his lap. Your cries softened as he gently patted your head, just like he always did.

He looked down at you—your eyes shut, your breathing slowing, the tension in your body fading. And then, softly, he spoke:

“I overheard that he got into some pretty big trouble and is working overtime at his job. He probably didn’t want to trouble you with that stupid mentality of his.”

Your eyes shot open. You turned your head, looking up at him. “Really?”

He nodded. “Really.”

In an instant, you shot up, grabbing your jacket and shoes. “Gosh, that jerk. Where does he work? I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind. Text me the address?” you said, pacing around the room.

Jungwon watched you, unable to find the right words. He wanted to stop you.

Before you could rush out the door, he stood up and grabbed your wrist. You looked up at him, confused. “Wonnie? What is it?”

“I—uhm.”

This was it. He should tell you now. If he didn’t, it would kill him. But as he looked at you—eager, desperate to see Riki—he exhaled and let go.

“Take your umbrella. It’s raining.”

You smiled, running past him to grab it. “Thanks! Leave whenever you want! And don’t forget to take some leftovers home!”

And just like that, you were gone.

Jungwon stood frozen, staring at the empty space you had just occupied. Slowly, his eyes wandered around your room.

The walls covered in posters. The notebooks scattered on your desk. The lingering scent of your perfume.

It was all so familiar.

His mind filled with memories—the time you both got front-row tickets to your favorite band and shouted while holding hands, the nights he stayed up to bring you food when you were sick, the first time you hugged him while crying into his chest.

And yet, despite all those moments, despite everything he had done for you… he never came to terms with his feelings.

A tear slid down his cheek before he even realized it. He wiped at it absently, staring at his damp fingers in disbelief.

Then, without warning, the tears came faster.

He sucked in a shaky breath, trying to stop them, but his chest tightened, and his knees buckled beneath him. He collapsed onto the floor, hands gripping the fabric of his pants as silent sobs racked his body.

It was too much.

The love he had buried.

The longing he had ignored.

The pain of watching you run to someone else.

He had lost you.

And the worst part?

You were never his to begin with.

[snowysosturn]

Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 13

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?

Warnings: angst, tension

The morning sun spilled through the sheer curtains, my head was still heavy from last night, and my body feeling sheer exhaustion of what had happened. I had barely slept, replaying the scene at the restaurant over and over in my mind. The embarrassment, the sting of Matt’s words, the way I had to walk away while holding back tears.

A soft knock at my door made me wake that bit more. "Hey, you awake?" I hear Nick’s voice from through the door. 

I remembered I locked it once Matt left last night so I pulled myself from my bed and unlocked the door letting Nick to come in. I turned and walked back to my bed, sitting up against the headboard, pulling the covers around me. Nick closed the door behind him before standing at the end of the bed. "Alright, spill. What the hell happened last night? You left, and then Matt stormed in looking like he just saw a ghost."

I exhaled, rubbing my temples before looking at him. "Your mom asked Nate if he was seeing anyone, and he said no, which was fine, right? But Matt decided to make it seem like that was some kind of rejection for me, like I was meant to be upset about it. Then, out of nowhere, he brings up to your mom and dad that Nate and I went on a ‘date’, which you know yourself wasn’t even a date, so then Nate tried to clarify that we were just friends, but Matt just kept pushing it. Then he said that I was a quick fuck and then friend zoned. Right in front of your parents." I swallowed, feeling the embarrassment all over again. 

Nick’s eyes widened slightly, but his expression darkened. "What the fuck?"

I scoffed, shaking my head. "Yeah and I’m so embarrassed if your parents heard that last part because first of all, I had just met them, and second of all, it’s just not even true. It made me look bad, it made Nate uncomfortable, and Matt acted like he had some right to embarrass me like that."

Nick sighed, running a hand through his hair. "No I get why you’re upset like he was way out of line. But listen, when Chris and I came back in, our parents said you were lovely and that they hoped you felt better soon. I’m telling you they didn’t hear that part."

I let out a slow breath of relief. "Really?"

"Really" Nick nodded. "They just thought you weren’t feeling well and needed to leave early."

I sank back into my pillows, finally feeling like I could breathe a little easier. "Good. Because I swear, I was ready to dig a hole and disappear forever."

Nick laughed. "Nah, no disappearing allowed. But are you gonna talk to Matt about it?"

I frowned, staring at the ceiling for a moment. "We did last night kinda, but I’m still so angry. And the worst part is, I don’t even know why he acted like that. It was like he wanted to embarrass me."

Nick shrugged. "Matt’s an idiot. He says dumb shit, but he also knows when he’s messed up. I guarantee you, he feels like shit about it right now."

"Good" I muttered, still unwilling to entertain the idea of forgiving him just yet.

Nick sighed again but didn’t push it further. "Alright, well, the four of us are going out with my parents for the day. You coming?"

I shook my head. "I think I’m just gonna stay back here today, I just want things to die down."

"Thats cool." He stood up, stretching. "Try not to overthink it too much, alright?"

I gave a half smile. "Easier said than done."

As Nick left the room, I rolled onto my side, staring out the window at the pool below. I knew I wouldn’t be able to just brush this off, but at least, for now, I could breathe a little easier knowing that Nick’s parents didn’t hear Matt’s words. Still, the anger remained, simmering just beneath the surface. Eventually, I decided I needed some air, some sun, some quiet, and a break from all the tension.

I slipped out of bed and grabbed my swimsuit, opting for a tiny bikini that I knew would be perfect for lounging by the pool. The straps sat snug against my skin, the warm morning air already filtering through the open balcony doors as I pulled my hair up out of my face. After tossing on a loose cover up, I slid into my sliders and grabbed a towel before heading downstairs.

As I reached the foyer, the others were gathered, chatting and getting ready to head out for the day. The energy in the room was light, filled with laughter and the occasional clatter of sunglasses being thrown into bags. As soon as they spotted me, they greeted me, well everyone except Matt, who didn’t even glance in my direction.

Chris was the first to speak. “You coming with us?” His tone was casual, but his eyes scanned my face like he was checking in.

I shook my head, adjusting my towel over my arm. “Nah, I think I’m going to take it easy today. Just chill by the pool and relax.”

Nate nodded approvingly. “Honestly? Probably the smarter move.”

Chris shot me a small smile. “Enjoy the sun. We’ll be back later.”

I returned the smile, forcing the tension from last night out of my mind. “You guys have fun.”

With that, they all filed out the front door, their voices fading as they disappeared down the steps. The villa was suddenly silent, the only sound being the faint rustling of palm trees outside.

I exhaled slowly before grabbing an ice tea from the fridge and making my way out to the pool, letting the warm sun wrap around me as I laid my towel down on one of the lounge chairs. Finally, peace and quiet.

I stretched out on the lounge chair, letting the sun soak into my skin as I sipped on the cold drink. I had left the villa door open, wanting to hear when everyone got back, but after a while, another sound caught my attention. 

A knock.

Frowning, I sat up, adjusting my bikini top before grabbing my cover up and slipping it over my hips. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and the guys wouldn’t have knocked, they had keys.

As I rushed barefoot across the cold tile floor, I hesitated for a second before pulling the door open. 

A mailman stood there, holding a large box. He barely glanced up before handing it over. “Delivery for Fresh Love.”

I furrowed my brows but took the package, feeling the weight of it in my arms. “Oh, thanks.”

With a nod, he turned and walked back down the driveway. I shut the door with my foot and carried the box to the kitchen counter, setting it down with a small thud.  I smirked, realizing this must be the personalized samples Chris had mentioned, the ones he ordered for all of us.  I pulled out my phone and snapped a quick picture of the box before opening up my messages with Chris.

Me: Personalised samples just got delivered.

A few seconds later, the typing bubbles appeared.

Chris: Sick! You check ‘em out yet?

I glanced at the box, debating if I should wait for him or just open it now.

Me: Not yet. Was gonna let you do the honours.

Chris: Okay cool. We can do a shoot with them at sunset later.

I bring the box up to Chris’ room and set it on the bed so he can see everything when we get back in. If we’re doing a shoot I want to look extra radiant and glowy, and that won’t happen from standing inside the villa. I grabbed one of the body oils in my room before making my way back out to the pool. I poured a little into my palm, rubbing it over my legs as I stretched back out on the lounge chair.

Matt’s POV

We were halfway through the guided tour when Chris suddenly checked his phone and said, “Oh, the personalized samples came in. Y/n just texted me.”

Hearing her name wasn’t helpful. Not when I hadn’t been able to get her off my mind since last night, and god how she looked in that bikini earlier didn't help. I kept my eyes straight ahead, pretending I didn’t care, but my mom didn’t let it slide. “Oh, Y/n is such a lovely girl” she said with a warm smile, then turned to me. “Is she feeling better now, sweetheart?”

Before I could even begin to answer, Nick cut in smoothly. “Yeah, she’s fine. Just needed a bit of sleep.” His tone was light, brushing off the question like it wasn’t worth pressing. He knew me well enough to know that I didn’t want to talk about it, especially not here, not in front of everyone.

I kept my mouth shut and just nodded in agreement, though the truth was, I felt far from fine. Guilt sat heavy in my chest, chipping away at me. Last night, I had let my emotions get the best of me. I let jealousy, because let’s be honest, that’s exactly what it was, take control, and I lashed out in the worst way possible. I had said something cruel, something I couldn’t take back. And knowing Y/n, she wasn’t the type to just let it roll off her shoulders. She put up walls, and I had given her every reason to keep me on the other side of them.

The more I thought about it, the worse it got. I had no right to be mad at her, no right to act like what she did or didn’t do with Nate, or anyone else for that matter, was any of my business. But that hadn’t stopped me from taking a low blow, from making her feel small in front of people who barely even knew her. If she had done that to me, I’d be furious. So what did that say about me?

I exhaled, dragging a hand through my hair as I barely registered the tour guide’s voice. My mind was somewhere else entirely.

I had to make this right.

I knew I had a way to make it up to her, it was something I should've done ages ago. And now, I could only hope it wasn’t too late for her to forgive me.

Y/n’s POV

I was sitting outside on the patio, a plate of food in my lap as I watched the sun dip below the horizon. The sky was painted in soft shades of pink and orange, the kind of sunset that made everything feel a little quieter, a little more peaceful. It was one of those moments I wished I could freeze in time, just me, the sunset, and the distant sound of waves hitting onto the shore.

But then, the front door swung open, breaking the stillness.

The familiar sounds of shuffling feet and tired voices filled the villa as the guys returned. I set my plate aside and stood up, making my way inside to greet them.

“Hey” I said, leaning against the kitchen counter as they walked in.

They all looked exhausted, Chris, Nate, Matt, and Nick, their faces slightly sunburnt, their hair tousled from the slight breeze and even though they didn’t say much at first, their body language said it all.

Chris let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair as he took his cap off. “Long day,” he muttered. “We were out in the sun for way too long, and I think it’s catching up to everyone.”

Nate groaned in agreement, tossing his sunglasses onto the counter. “I need, like, ten hours of sleep.”

Matt didn’t say much, just nodded, his jaw tight. He looked at me for half a second before glancing away, like he was trying to avoid something, most likely me. I ignored the sting in my chest and forced a small smile.

“Yeah, we’re all wiped” Nick added, stretching his arms above his head. “Think we’ll just stay in tonight, order some takeout, crash early.”

“That’s fine with me” I said, realizing I was more drained than I thought. Between being in the sun all day and everything that happened last night, I could use a quiet night too. “I left that box in your room” I say turning to Chris.

“Cool I’ll have a look now, we can take pictures tomorrow evening instead, when everyones a bit more awake”

And with that, Chris, Nate, and Matt didn’t waste any time disappearing into their rooms, clearly eager to knock out for a bit.

Nick lingered behind, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m gonna shower first, but after that, I’ll come to your room? We can just chill for a bit, a movie maybe?.”

I nodded. “Sounds good.”

I walk up to my room, kicking the door shut behind me as I switch on the TV. The smart TV mounted on the wall was a lifesaver, especially on nights like this when there wasn’t much going on. I sink onto the bed, remote in hand, sifting through Netflix, too see if theres anything both Nick and I would like. The knock on the door wasn’t enough to pull my attention from the screen since I assume it’s Nick, I don’t even think twice before calling out, “Come in.”

But it’s not Nick.

It’s Matt.

He stands there in the doorway, looking uncertain, a silver metallic gift bag dangling from his fingers. Looking like the same one I spotted in his room next to my ‘Thank You’ card. For a moment, neither of us speak. We just stare at each other, the weight of unspoken words thick in the space between us.

My tone is blunt when I finally ask, “Are you alright?”

Matt doesn’t answer. Instead, he lifts the bag slightly, as if offering it to me. His expression is unreadable, something between nervousness and determination.

“What is it?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.

“Just look in it” he says quietly.

I hesitate for a second before reaching out, taking the metallic bag from his grasp. Peeling back the layers of tissue paper inside, my breath catches in my throat.

It’s my locket.

The delicate chain pools in my palm, the pendant glinting from the sunset shining in my balcony window. My fingers tighten around it as I snap my gaze back up to Matt, my heart pounding.

“Where did you get this?” I demand, my voice barely above a whisper.

a/n : most of this is a bit of a filler soz

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[mommyslittlebird]

Gentle With Mama

Stepmom!Wanda x Reader

After waking up next to Wanda for the first time in years, you find yourself rediscovering who taught you to be gentle.

CW: Stepmother/Stepdaughter, wet dreams, MOMMY ISSUES, breastfeeding, size kink, strap ons, first time? (kinda?), flashbacks, dacryphilia, R is a terrible fuck.

Word Count: 4.4k

A/N: This one is straight up Freudian filth, but I'm unironically proud of it so be nice to me.

A/N: There will be a third part to this eventually, but don’t hold your breath I’ve got a lot of other WIPs I’m going to try to finish first.

Part 2 of Her Special Girl

Wanda was almost embarrassed of the way her heart sang when she woke up with you in her arms the next morning. You were home! Her baby is finally home! 

She hadn’t really even realized how much she’d missed until you’d come back. Sure she thought about you everyday, wondered how you were doing, slept in your bed when she found herself unable to sleep, wore your hoodies around the house, fantasized about you while she…okay so maybe she had missed you more than she cared to admit. 

She giggled when she peeled the covers up to find both your thighs and hers covered in cum, as well as the sheets and the blankets. “Aww my sweet girl,” she cooed, pulling your head up under her chin. She kissed the top of your head stroking it gently with her thumb. “Did you have a good dream?” Even in your sleep, she could’ve sworn she felt you nod. 

It was tempting to shake you awake now. Maybe she’d even make a little fuss about the mess you’d made, watch your face get all red with embarrassment while you tried to hide under the blankets, covered in your own slick. God you’d be so cute. And she was willing to bet you’d do anything to make it up to her, little doe eyes pleading for forgiveness over something Wanda was not even upset about in the first place. She could have you as putty in her hands all morning. 

She shook the thought from her head. As tempting as it was, you’d had a rough week already. She opted instead to grab the discarded towel from last night and use it to clean herself up. Then she pulled back the blankets, smiling when you whined and grabbed around for them in your sleep. “Shh, detka. Keep sleeping. Mama’s gonna get you all cleaned up.” 

She gently wiped you down with the towel, shushing your whines as the cool fabric hit the warm skin of your thighs. You moaned when the fabric hit your core, stuttering your little hips against the fluffy towel. Wanda chuckled. “Settle down, honey. You're gonna get yourself all worked up again.”

When she finished with the towel, she pulled a sheet from the closet. She climbed onto the bed between your legs, lifting you off the bed while she scooted the clean sheet underneath you. She heard a sleepy little whimper in her ear as she lifted you up against her chest. “Mama?” 

She laid you back down against the clean sheet, pulling up the duvet to tuck you back in. “Shh, it’s okay little love. Go back to sleep.” She wiped the hair off of your sleepy face, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

She wadded up the wet blanket, throwing it into a pile with the towel. You groaned. The extra blanket was definitely missed without any clothes on in the middle of winter. Your face reddened as you started to realize she was cleaning up a mess. Probably your mess. 

“Did I wet myself last night?” You asked, sitting up in bed as panic started to build in your chest. Did you seriously just wet the bed at 22 years old? Did you seriously just wet your parents bed at 22 years old?

She sat down next to you pulling you in to kiss your head. So much for not embarrassing you. “You made a little bit of a mess, but it’s okay. Mama took care of it. It wasn’t a potty mess, if that’s what you're worried about. My sweet girl just had a really good dream is all. You don’t need to be embarrassed, honey.”

“O-okay,” you nodded, still blushing fiercely as you curl into her. You were unsure if it was more or less embarrassing that you’d cum in sleep rather than having pissed the bed. Still, you were able to relax into her, recalling bits of the dream that had caused the mess in the first place. “Mama?”

“Yes, little love?”

“It’s not a bad thing to have naughty dreams, is it? Cause, like, you’re asleep and you can’t control it.” You couldn’t look her in the eyes as you spoke. 

Wanda chuckled and kissed the top of your head. She knew your shame well and never wished to perpetuate it anyway. “No sweetheart. It’s not a bad thing.”

You nodded shyly. “Not even if they’re about mama?”

Wanda smiled, pleasantly surprised by your admission. “Especially not if they’re about mama, honey.” She squeezed you tight, pressing a long kiss to your forehead. She bent and whispered in your ear. “Sometimes mama has naughty dreams about you too.”

You smiled up at her, kissing her jaw before kissing your way further down her body. You rubbed your hands over the soft expanse of her stomach, admiring each curve and dip with endless wonder, caressing her with gentle hands. You traced the stretch marks that littered her side, curving upwards from her underbelly and her hips. 

She’d always loathed this part of herself. She never, for a second, regretted her boys, but she could not deny the havoc having twins wrecked on her body. Two babies meant she grew bigger all at once, leaving her skin stretched grotesquely. She hated when people brought any attention to at all. 

Yet, when she looked down at your face, she could not bring herself to ask you to stop. You look at her with a wonder she’d never experienced before. The innocent look in your eyes was not one of someone trying to console her about her broken body, but one of pure worship. It had never even crossed your mind that such attributes could be considered ugly. To you, she was nothing short of pure perfection. 

You kissed her just below her navel, nuzzling your nose in the space above it. You hummed contentedly, resting your head on her stomach, rubbing small circles on her lower abdomen.

But after a while, your face fell from one of contentment and joy, to one of an almost sad longing. 

Wanda noticed the shift immediately. “Is everything alright, love?”

You paused, unsure of what to say without making it weird. You could barely speak above a whisper. “It’s not fair.”

Wanda tried to pull you up her body so she could hear you better and give you comforting kisses, but you were cemented in place. “What’s not fair, detka?”

“I didn’t get to grow inside of you. I had to grow inside of some rotten woman who doesn’t even love me anyway!” Frustrated tears pricked your eyes. Nothing was fair. Your hands continued to gently caress the womb you envied. “I hate her! She was never my mama!”

Wanda sighed, playing with your hair. She held an equal amount of hatred for your mother, if not more. Her lack of dedication and responsibility towards you had always been equal parts confusing and infuriating. “I’m sorry, detka. I’m sorry she doesn’t treat you like the special, important little girl you are. You deserve so much better than her. She doesn’t deserve to call herself your mother.” Wanda pulled you up her body again, this time dragging you up by force. She needed you closer. 

You conceded allowing her to slide you up the bed and tuck your head under her chin. She gently petted your hair and rocked you against her, shushing your cries and wiping away your tears. “Why doesn’t she love me?”

Wanda felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. She wasn’t sure what to say. She couldn’t understand how any mother could treat their child so carelessly, least of all when that child was as brilliant and wonderful as you were. “Because she’s only ever looking out for herself. Because she’s so blinded by her own misery to see what a beautiful thing she has created.”

Your hand gently caressed her chest, feeling her nipples harden under your fingertips. She shivered under your touch, watching you as you looked longingly at her chest. 

She recalled a random conversation she’d once had with your mother in which she had said she didn’t breastfeed any of her children because it was quote “not her responsibility to get up in the middle of night when the baby got hungry.” 

God I would’ve been so much better at being your mother. I would’ve stayed up all night just to watch your sweet little face as you nursed. 

She smiled sadly. She couldn’t turn back the clock, but she had you here with her now. She couldn’t change what you did and didn’t have then, but she could give it to you now. 

“Come here, sweet girl. You can suck on mama. It’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed.” She manually parted your hesitant lips with her thumb, allowing you to take her into your mouth. “That’s it sweet girl,” she cooed, stroking her hands through your hair. She ran her knuckle over your soft cheek, still covered in fine baby fuzz. Your lips were soft and warm around her. She thought she’d never get tired of the sight or the sensation. 

For a moment, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. Despite never actually having been breastfed, your body knew instinctively what to do. It’s like it had been waiting all along, for Wanda to come around. You sucked at her with effortless rhythm, perfectly massing her nipple with your tongue. But then, a new sadness and longing creeped into your mind. There was no milk here. There was no milk here for you, and there never was because she was never truly yours. 

You pulled away, shrinking back down her body. You clutched at her waist, nuzzling into her so hard it was like you were trying to crawl under her skin. You wanted to be inside of her where you'd be safe and warm and comfortable. You needed to be inside of her. It felt like the only thing that could quell the aching in your heart.

“Mama?”

“Yes, little love?”

“Can I…?” You pressed on her lower abdomen in indication. “Please?”

She looked down at you, your big soft eyes pleading with her. How could she ever deny you anything? “Aww sweetheart, do you wanna be inside mama?”

You nodded eagerly, still clinging to her lower half. 

She stroked your temple with her knuckle. “Alright, honey. You can be inside mama. You just have to be gentle. Can you do that? Do you remember how mama taught you to be gentle?”

You laid with your head pressed to her stomach, recalling what it meant to be gentle. 

—————

“I’m scared, mama,” you said, voice shaking slightly. You were 18 again, a newly deflowered girl who was yet to explore anything beyond a few fingers. The two of you’d been talking about this for a couple weeks now, and you were sure you wanted to try it, but you were still so nervous. “Is it gonna hurt?”

Wanda gently slid a soft towel under your butt. She warned you that you might bleed a little tiny bit, since it was your first time. “It might. But it will only hurt for a little bit, I promise. And then you’re going to feel so so good, baby. I just know you’re gonna love it.”

Wanda knew what she was getting herself into here. She knew the moment she was inside of you, you were going to be hooked on the feeling. She had no doubt you’d be begging for her strap every single time you were alone together. 

And god she could nearly cum from the thought alone. 

You, sitting at her feet while she worked, begging to be fucked just one more time. You, falling apart as she buried herself inside of you. You, incoherently mumbling her name while you cried on her big toy. 

Deep breaths. She had to pace herself. This was only your first time after all.

“Mama’s gonna be so gentle, okay? And if you don’t like it, we can stop and you don’t have to try it again,” she cooed. 

You nodded. Poor thing, you looked like you were already about to cry and she hadn’t even touched you yet. 

“It’s okay to cry, sweetheart,” she insisted, more for her own purposes than for your comfort. She stroked your cheek gently, watching the first of many tears roll down. “It’s okay. Mama’s got you. Take a deep breath for me honey.”

You nodded again, closing your eyes to take a deep breath. “I trust you, mama.” 

“I know, love. Mama’s gonna take good care of you.” She opened a little bottle on the side table. “Now this is gonna be a little cold, okay?” She said before pouring a little bit of lube down your folds. She slowly massaged it inside of you with her fingers, shushing your little squeaks of discomfort as the cool liquid hit your most sensitive parts. Then she massaged a generous amount onto the shaft of her toy. 

She could have, admittedly, gone a bit smaller for your first time. But, as much as she didn’t want to hurt you, she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch you squirm on a bigger toy. It wasn’t anything outrageous, of course, but it was still a generous 8 inches and probably twice as thick as the three fingers you’d had inside of you before. 

She slid the tip of the toy through your center, wiggling it against your clit. You shivered at the new sensation, your nerves still growing inside of you. She lined the toy up with your entrance. “Okay, baby. Take a big deep breath for me.”

You did as instructed, taking in a long shaky inhale, and exhaling. On the exhale though, she pushed the first inches of the toy inside of you. You cried out, flailing around underneath her as she pushed into slowly. Your hands shot down between your legs, pushing against her lower abdomen to keep her from pushing in any further. “Mama please, please mama it hurts.”

She took your hand from her stomach, gently placing it over your head. She intertwined her fingers with yours, allowing you to squeeze her hand as much as you needed. “Shh baby, it’ll only hurt for a second. I promise it’ll feel good in a minute. Just trust me love.”

You bit your lip hard, but nodded your head, allowing her to keep going. You whimpered and cried with each cruel inch that made its way into you, but eventually she stopped. 

“That’s it baby. It’s all the way in. Aww, sweet girl mama’s so so proud of you. I know it hurts baby but you’re doing so good,” she praised, kissing away your tears and softly caressing your face. Her body was flushed with yours. You squeezed her hand, trying to relieve some of the pain. 

She whispered soft words of comfort and soothed you while your face slowly shifted from contorted in pain, to mindless with pleasure. She used her free hand to wipe your hair from your forehead. “There you go sweet girl. Does it still hurt?”

You shook your head. “N-no. I just feel… you.”

She kissed your forehead gently. “I’m going to start moving now, okay? Just tell me if it hurts again and I’ll stop.”

You nodded, wrapping your free arm around her back, clinging to her. Your other hand still squeezed hers. 

She started slow, just as she promised she would. It stung, a little, but more than anything, you just felt full of her. It felt heavenly. You weren’t sure how you’d live your entire life without it. You wanted her buried inside you forever. Anything less, you thought, would be unsatisfactory. You’d felt heaven, and now you’d never be satisfied on Earth. 

Almost unintentionally, you scratched her back, leaving red tracks down her spine. She gasped and thrust into you. You cried out, freeing your other hand from her grip and wrapping it around her back, now clinging to her with both arms. 

“I’m sorry baby,” she whispered, kissing your temple in apology.

“It’s okay, mama,” you mumbled, face buried in her shoulder. “Please don’t stop. Please don’t leave me.” You wrapped your legs around her waist, holding her inside of you. 

Wanda knew in that moment, she had you hooked. She rocked into you faster, your old bed creaking with her movements. You whined and whimpered with each thrust, but matched her hips with your own. You were so desperate for her, so desperate for her to make you hers. 

“I-I love you. Mama I love you. Please don’t stop. Please mama never… I want you inside of me forever. Please, you feel so good,” you rambled breathlessly, clawing into her back. You hadn’t stopped crying through the whole ordeal. You were unsure when the crying had turned from pain to pleasure. 

She breathed heavily in your ear, your desperate clinging forcing her to double her efforts. She was only spurred on by your scratching. Each jolt of pain sent her hammering into you harder than before. “You’re doing so good, baby. Mama’s close, honey. Oh love, just like that. You’re gonna make mama cum.”

You felt her hips stutter as she came, finally collapsing breathlessly on top of you. She laid there for a few moments before reaching down between your legs to pull the toy out. 

“No! Mama please don’t take it out yet. Please just a little longer. Just for a little bit while we cuddle,” you pleaded. 

Wanda laughed breathlessly. “Okay, sweet girl. We can leave it there for another minute longer. But then you have to sit up and drink some water.”

She laid on your chest, letting you play with her hair. You ran a gentle hand over the long red lines that covered her back, occasionally hitting a spot that would make her wince. 

“Oh! Careful detka. You gotta be gentle with mama,” she said. 

You bent down and kissed her back, brushing your hands over the scratches more lightly this time. “Gentle with mama,” you repeated, coddling her body until she fell asleep inside of you.

—————

You nodded. Gentle. You remembered gentle. 

“Okay, detka,” she chuckled. “I’ll go get it.”

She hopped up off the bed, heading into your bedroom. She kept the secret toys in the top of your old closet with the remainder of your clothes, a place she knew your father would never look. She pulled down an old duffle bag that had remained almost entirely untouched since you left. 

She returned with a large scarlet strap, your favorite, already secured to a harness. You excitedly clambered off the bed, allowing her to help you buckle it around your waist. 

You were tempted to pull her into a bruising kiss right there, back her up until her knees hit the bed, and push yourself inside of her until you both forgot where you ended and she began.

But you promised to be gentle. So you would be gentle. 

You waited for her to crawl up on the bed before crawling up behind her and kneeling between her legs. She reached back to grab a bottle of lube from the drawer at the side table, reaching down to rub a generous amount onto the strap. 

She smirked when you whined, bucking and twitching against her hand like you could actually feel her movements. With how reactive you were, she was sometimes genuinely convinced you could. 

“Already, honey. Nice and slow for mama,” she instructed, allowing you to start slowly pressing yourself into her. 

You did as instructed, lining yourself with her entrance and watching in fascination as her body took more and more of you inside of it. Your eyes went wide and you watched a small bulge form at the base of her abdomen. In a moment of excitement, you pushed yourself all the way inside of her, bottoming out unexpectedly.

“Fuck!” She shouted, hands immediately pushing your hips back. 

“Sorry sorry sorry!” You apologized frantically. You hadn’t meant to hurt her, you’d just gotten excited. Your hand ran gently over her abdomen, instinctively trying to soothe the pain you’d caused. 

“It’s okay baby. Just nice and gentle for mama. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded eagerly. Slow and gentle. You could be slow and gentle. Just like she taught you. 

You tried again, this time succeeding at a slower pace. You reached down to touch the bulge in her stomach. Your heart raced with excitement. That’s me! That’s me inside of mama! 

You started to slowly rock your hips back and forth, whimpering as you watched the bump in her stomach slowly move. “Mama…”

Wanda had her head tossed back over the pillows, head spinning with the sensation of being so incredibly full. “That’s it, baby. That’s my sweet girl, being all nice and gentle for mama,” she moaned. “You can start moving, sweetheart.”

You moved slowly at first, clearly very nervous to accidentally hurt her again. But after watching the rhythmic movement of the bulge in her stomach for a few minutes, your thrust became more erratic. You rutted into her with absolutely no rhythm, your own head spinning with too much excitement to care.

Words like “slow” and “gentle” were forgotten to the wet sound of her cunt swallowing you. You panted pathetically, whimpering as thoughtlessly chased your own pleasure. 

Two hands fell on your hips, stilling them and forcing you out of her. “Okay, honey,” she chuckled, amused by your lust blown eyes pleading with her to let you keep going. “It’s okay baby, you’re okay.”

She grabbed you and flipped you over, pinning you underneath her. She straddled your waist. “Now just be a good girl and lay down for me just like that. Mama’s gonna have her turn now okay?”

You nodded eagerly, propping your head up with pillows so you could look at her. 

She lined the toy back up with her own entrance, slowly lowering herself down onto it. Your eyes went wide at the sight of the beautiful woman, in complete ecstasy as she took your toy down to the last inch. She threw her head back, moaning with unrestrained pleasure. 

Your hands clambered up her body, desperate to grab a hold of anything at all. She took one of your hands in hers, flattening it out and placing it against her lower abdomen as she rode you. “You feel that baby? That’s you, honey!”

You nodded dumbly. “Inside mama.”

“That’s right, detka. You’re inside your mama,” she cooed. “Oh fuck, you feel so good baby. Do you like being inside mama, sweet girl. Do you like feeling your big toy moving inside of her?”

“Mhm,” you groaned, biting your lip. “You feel so good. It’s so tight and warm. You’re so beautiful mama. So so beautiful.”

She smiled. “Thank you, baby,” she said, squeezing your hand. “Fuck your making your mama feel so good.” Her voice cracked and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. 

You sniffled, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You could hardly take it, watching her face contorted in pleasure while you felt yourself moving inside of her. It was all too much. 

“Aww, sweet girl,” she cooed. “Come here, honey.” She pulled you up by the arm so you were sitting up, flush against her. She ran her fingers through your hair. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart. You feel so good buried inside of mama, right where you’re supposed to be, huh?”

You nodded against her chest, arms wrapping tight around her waist. “Uh huh.” Your nails clawed at her back in a desperate attempt to pull her closer. 

She groaned at the feeling of you, slicing at her skin. “That’s it, detka. Hold onto mama, baby. I’ve got you. No need to scratch, honey. I’m not going anywhere.”

She continued to ride you while you cried into her chest. “Mama… I love you! I love you, mama! Please mama! I love you so much.”

“I love you too, darling,” she moaned. “Do you wanna make mama cum, sweet girl? Do you wanna feel mama cum around you?” She lead your hand between her legs, guiding you to play with her clit. 

You nodded frantically into her chest, circling your fingers around her swollen bud. “I wanna make you cum. Please. Please cum for me, mama.”

Before you could even finish your sentence, she was crying out, pulsing around the toy. She quickly swatted your hand away, instantly overstimulated by the intensity of her orgasm. 

You caught her as she nearly fell backwards. The toy popped out of her and bounced against her stomach. You eased her down against the bed, stuffing a pillow up under her head. You wrapped your arms around her torso, cradling her head in one hand. You pressed a long kiss to her forehead. “I got you, mama.”

You got up, making quick work of removing the harness before crawling back into bed with Wanda, who lay completely breathless. You managed to turn her around, laying her gently against the headboard so you could press a cold glass of water to her lips. 

She smiled, taking the water from you and happily gulping it down. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

You smiled back at her and kissed her temple, grabbing your pajama shirt and using it to very gently clean her up. She winced when you touched between her legs, still terribly sensitive from her orgasm. 

You grabbed her hand, intertwining her fingers with your own. “It’s okay, mama. I’ll be gentle.”

She smiled down at you, beaming with pride. “You really do remember how to be gentle with mama.”

You grinned. “I learned from the best.”

You tossed the dirty shirt towards the hamper, just barely missing and landing on the towel and blanket from earlier. Wanda chuckled, pulling your body against her own. She guided your head down to her chest, encouraging you to take her nipple into your mouth. “Do you wanna try again, little love?”

You nodded, wrapping your lips around her, suckling peacefully. This time, it didn’t matter that there was no milk there for you. It didn’t matter that you hadn’t grown inside of her, or that she wasn’t the first person to ever hold you. She was holding you now.

She was still your mama, and you were still her baby. Everything else was white noise.

[airandyeah]

Gimme Gimme Gimme (God!Sukuna X Reader) Pt.2

My Masterlist Series Masterlist The nightmare is a lil scary... creeped myself out cause I was also listening to The Mind Electric. Sometimes Sukuna sounds a little suggestive but it's honestly him just trying to drop hints about something secret, and he wants you to figure it out on your own. Keep in mind this is a slowburn, so it does get better, and by the end of it, there will be love and sweetness, and puppies and rainbows!

The wind had shifted again, tugging at the edges of your robes as you stepped into the forest. The shrine was still quiet, still untouched by anyone other than you. And Sukuna, of course.

It had been three weeks since he arrived—since he claimed your family’s shrine as his domain, his amusement. At first, you’d tried to ignore him. Tried to pretend this was just another strange, terrifying chapter of your life that you could survive like you’d survived the rest. But as the days passed, the weight of his presence settled deeper into the minka, and it seemed that every corner of your life had been touched by him.

This morning, you had tried to escape him, just for a little while. The shrine, though still neglected by visitors, felt like the only place you could find any semblance of peace. The moss-covered stone walls had begun to feel like old friends, their coolness against your fingertips almost comforting. You didn’t dare sit on the tatami mats in the minka anymore—not with Sukuna always sprawled across them, his strange eyes always following you. You couldn’t think when he was watching. It felt like he was searching for cracks in your calm demeanor.

You reached the shrine entrance, the familiar scent of cedar trees mingling with the earth. The lanterns, though a little dim, still flickered with that soft, warm light. You went to the stone basin at the front and began to rinse your hands, the cool water soothing your nerves as it ran over your fingers.

But then you felt it—the weight of Sukuna’s gaze. His presence was like a shadow falling over you, though you hadn’t heard him approach. You didn’t have to turn around to know he was there.

"You seem to be avoiding me, little human," his voice was low, almost a whisper, but you could hear the teasing edge in it. "Do you really think you can escape what you’ve started? What we’ve started?"

You closed your eyes for a moment, taking in a slow breath before turning to face him. He was leaning casually against the pillar of the torii gate, his arms folded, the tattoos on his skin shifting in the faint light. His eyes gleamed with that unsettling mix of amusement and something darker—something that you couldn’t quite place, but that always made your heart race.

"I’m not avoiding you," you said, though the words came out a little too quickly, too stiff. "I’m just… trying to focus. Trying to tend to the shrine like I should."

Sukuna chuckled softly, a sound that made the air around you feel even heavier. "Ah, yes. The shrine." His eyes glinted with a strange hunger. "You think you can simply tend to it? As though it’s just some humble, forgotten place?"

His gaze sharpened. “I was once a god, little one. A god of destruction, yes, but still a god. This shrine is more than your little offerings and cleanings. And I’ve already told you—I don’t want just respect from you. I want something more.”

His grin grew wider, impossibly so. The smile was both predatory and expectant. "You’ve started something that can’t be undone. You’ve awakened me, and I’ve been waiting for you to understand what that means."

You flinched at his words, the pit of your stomach turning. "I don’t understand," you whispered, more to yourself than to him. "I don’t understand what you want from me."

His eyes softened—well, as much as Sukuna’s eyes ever softened—and he tilted his head slightly to one side, as though considering you. "Curiosity is dangerous for mortals," he said. "But you’re not entirely a mortal anymore, are you?"

You froze. What did he mean by that? You weren’t entirely sure you wanted to know.

"Why don’t you ask me what I truly desire, little one?" Sukuna continued, his voice deceptively gentle, as though coaxing you into asking. "But be careful. The truth comes at a cost."

You felt something shift in the air, a pressure that squeezed your chest and made it hard to breathe. You didn’t know what he was asking, but something in you wanted to ask him anyway.

You took a tentative step forward, your voice barely a whisper. "What do you want?"

Sukuna’s grin returned in full force. "Ah, good. Curiosity. It suits you." His gaze darkened. "I want everything you have to offer, mortal. Your time. Your life. Your devotion. And the part of you that hasn’t yet bent to me. The part that still believes she has a choice."

You swallowed, the words burning in your throat. There was no escape from him, not now. But the way he spoke of you—like a puzzle to be solved—stirred something inside you. You weren’t sure if it was anger, fear, or something else entirely.

"What do you expect me to do?" you asked, your voice trembling despite yourself. "How can I give you something I don’t even understand?"

Sukuna straightened, his posture growing more imposing, and in that moment, you saw the god in him once again. The creature who had once stood before you, larger than life, wrapped in his own dangerous energy.

"You’ll learn," he said, his voice like a rumble in the earth. "And in the end, you will give it all to me. Everything you have, and everything you are."

His gaze softened again, but this time, there was something darker beneath it. "And I’ll enjoy watching you realize that there is no way out."

The words settled in the air between you like a curse, thick and suffocating. You stood there, rooted to the spot, the faint breeze stirring the leaves of the cedar trees, yet the world around you seemed to freeze. Sukuna’s presence loomed large, filling every space with that oppressive, magnetic energy of his. You wanted to step back, to run, but something—maybe that spark of defiance—kept you rooted in place.

For a moment, the silence stretched, broken only by the faint trickle of water in the stone basin. You thought you might choke on the weight of the unspoken truth that hung in the air between you.

“I won’t… give you everything,” you whispered, though the words felt like a lie as soon as you said them. Could you really refuse him? Could you stand your ground when he spoke with such certainty, such power?

Sukuna tilted his head again, his gaze never leaving you. The amusement was still there, but now there was something colder beneath it, something almost predatory, as if he could sense your uncertainty. His smile curved wider.

“You say that now,” he murmured. “But I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not watching. The way you tremble in my presence. You don’t have to say anything. Your body betrays you.”

You clenched your fists at your sides, your nails digging into your palms. You couldn’t let him get inside your head like this. Not now. Not when everything inside you screamed to get away, to find some semblance of peace again.

Sukuna’s eyes flickered, sensing your internal struggle. “You’re stronger than you think, little human. You have that fire in you.” His gaze darkened, almost affectionate in its intensity. “But strength is never enough when you’re up against a god. And I’ve been alive long enough to know how to break even the strongest.”

You wanted to spit out something—anything—to challenge him, but the words got caught in your throat. Every time you tried to speak, it felt like the very air was constricting around you, making it impossible to breathe, to think clearly.

“Tell me something,” Sukuna’s voice was suddenly a low murmur, the teasing edge gone for the moment. It was strange, almost intimate. “Do you remember the first time you called my name? You offered me a piece of yourself without even realizing it.”

“I didn’t know what I was doing,” you said, the words coming out shaky but defiant. “I didn’t understand what you were. What you still are. I won’t let you control me,” you said, the last of your resolve hardening into something sharp.

Sukuna’s eyes darkened, that familiar glint of hunger flashing behind them. “Control? No. I don’t need to control you, little one. You already want to surrender. You just haven’t realized it yet.”

You shook your head, backing up a step, your pulse quickening. “You’re wrong. I won’t bend to you.”

Sukuna’s grin only widened. “We’ll see.”

He stepped closer, closing the distance between you in a single stride. His eyes were fierce, not angry, but filled with something older, something deeper. He reached out, his hand hovering near your cheek, not quite touching. You could feel the heat radiating from him, but there was no warmth in it—just the quiet promise of something far more dangerous.

“You don’t understand yet,” he whispered, his voice low and caressing. “But you will.”

And as he stepped back, that pressure in the air thickened, turning suffocating. His presence lingered, but the silence between you felt heavier now, more palpable.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to fight. But a part of you—the part you couldn’t deny—was scared of what would happen if you did. And the other part? The part that felt lost, confused, and desperate for some kind of direction? That part, deep down, wanted to understand. Wanted to know what Sukuna could offer.

But at what cost?

With one last lingering glance, Sukuna turned and vanished into the shadows, leaving you standing alone in the quiet of the shrine, the weight of his words settling like a shadow over your every thought.

You couldn’t stay here. Not anymore. The shrine felt suffocating, the air too thick with his presence, his promises.

But where else could you go?

The world outside felt even colder now. Even more uncertain.

You glanced down at the stone basin, your hands still wet from the water, your fingers trembling. Something had changed between you and Sukuna today. Something irreversible. Something that would follow you, no matter how far you tried to run. ~~~ You blink, and the world shifts, like a fog lifting to reveal a new landscape. The shrine is gone. The air is thick, heavy with the scent of cedar—but there’s no sky. No sun, no moon. Just endless twilight, a heavy shade of purple that presses in from all sides. You stand, but the ground beneath your feet feels soft, like sand, and yet there’s no wind, no movement. The trees that once surrounded the shrine are now twisted, contorted shapes, their trunks like gnarled fingers clawing at the air, reaching for something you can’t see.

A voice—a familiar, guttural sound—echoes around you, though you can’t tell where it’s coming from.

“Did you think you could escape me so easily?”

You turn, but there’s nothing. The trees bend, whispering in languages you don’t understand, shadows darting in and out of your peripheral vision. A shape forms at the edge of your sight—first a flicker, then a clear outline, one that chills you straight through. It’s Sukuna. But… not the Sukuna you know. This version of him is larger, more distorted, his form constantly shifting like liquid shadows that defy the shape of his human body.

“You are mine, little one. Every part of you belongs to me now.”

The words coil around you, thick like smoke. You want to run, but your legs won’t move. Your heart races, pounding against your ribcage as though it’s trying to escape itself. The air around you grows colder, sharper, and you feel the weight of something intangible pressing against your chest—an invisible hand, suffocating and relentless. It’s like the world itself is holding you in place, refusing to let you breathe, let you think, let you escape.

“You’ve already given me something, haven’t you?”

You close your eyes, but the pressure only intensifies. The voices grow louder, overlapping, warping into one another—yours and his, mingling together, like a song of madness that doesn’t stop.

Suddenly, a feeling washes over you, not unlike the moment just before you fall asleep, when the edges of your reality blur. You find yourself standing at the altar of the shrine once again, the tatami mats beneath your feet, the air thick with incense smoke, and the faint flicker of lantern light casting long shadows. But something’s wrong. The shrine feels… alive. The walls pulse, breathing in time with your own heartbeat. The stone beneath your fingers trembles.

“You can’t hide from what you’ve awakened,” Sukuna’s voice says again, but now it sounds… softer. Almost… familiar? You glance around, but everything is warped, the space spinning as though it’s being seen through the wrong side of a lens.

Your breath catches.

In the reflection of the water basin, you see him. But it’s not Sukuna. It’s you. Or someone that looks like you, your face pale, your eyes shadowed, your expression hollow. “What have you become?” the reflection whispers, and for a moment, you can’t tell if it’s your voice or his.

“I see the fire in you,” the reflection continues, “But it’s fading, isn’t it? How long before you burn out?”

The world sways, and then… silence.

The pressure is gone. You’re standing in a vast, empty void. The feeling of being watched is palpable, suffocating, and yet there’s no one here. The floor is cracked, shattered into pieces that float in a seemingly endless abyss. A door appears in front of you—ancient, covered in the same tattoos that snake across Sukuna’s skin. You reach for it, your hand trembling, the desire to understand, to know, pulling you forward.

“You will open it.” The voice is still Sukuna’s, but now it’s distant, fragmented, like a whisper through broken glass. “You will open it, and you will understand what I want from you. What I’ve always wanted.”

The door creaks open, slowly, agonizingly so. A flash of light—blinding, pure—floods your vision, and for a moment, you think you hear a soft chuckle, low and amused, echoing through the void.

But when your eyes adjust, you realize what’s on the other side is not a world, but a reflection. You. In a way you’ve never seen before.

“I’ll enjoy watching you learn,” Sukuna’s voice drifts through the light, and it’s not teasing anymore. It’s something else. Something darker, more final. “You will become a part of me. Whether you want to or not.”

And then, the light swallows you whole. ~~~ You wake to find none other than Sukuna above you, his eyebrows scrunched in worry. You shoot up, your vision becoming blurry as you're still dazed from the haze of sleep.

“Foolish.” His voice is low, rough with a touch of irritation, though there’s an edge to it that you can’t quite place. "You wake up like that, and this is how you look? Pathetic."

You blink, trying to clear your head, but his eyes never leave you, his stare cutting into you like a blade.

"You were dreaming, weren't you?" The question is casual, like it doesn’t matter to him, but his gaze softens ever so slightly, just enough for you to notice. He doesn't wait for a response, but the silence between you two speaks volumes.

You try to steady your breath, but it's hard. That nightmare had felt so real, too real. The lingering dread still clings to you, making your heart pound.

"Get a grip," he mutters, but there's an almost imperceptible shift in his posture. Not sympathy, not exactly — but maybe a hint of something… more. His hands stay at his sides, yet you swear you feel the slightest tension, as if he's resisting the urge to reach out.

Sukuna leans closer, his gaze dropping just briefly to your chest where your rapid heartbeat is evident. "It's just a dream. Nothing more. You’re pathetic if you let it bother you."

He straightens, and for a split second, his lips twitch — almost like he’s about to say something more, something different — but he stops himself.

"Don't let it happen again."

With that, his figure vanishes into the shadows, leaving you with his cryptic, distant comfort that somehow feels more like a command than care.

Taglist: @rinkomei , @sleepycrybbylaiah Taglist is always open for anyone!

[hughesybear]

Max Sasson just did an interview with Brandon Astle (Abbotsford Canucks commentator)! Highlights include:

Saving the menus from the plane rides

His reaction to the trades and his friendships with the players

Speaking on Quinn's leadership and talking to him after the loss in Edmonton

Full transcript below the cut:

Astle: Well Max, your first game back in Abbotsford after a lengthy run with the big club back in Vancouver, what was it like to be back around the guys and another home game for you here?

Sasson: Yeah, it was super fun seeing everyone this morning. Some of my best friends are on this team, and a lot of them I talked to regularly when I was up, so they were all great. It was unfortunate that we lost on the first night back, but I’m just looking to come back and hone in my game and get better at stuff they told me to work on here, and hopefully get called back up at some point and help the team win.

Astle: We don’t have to talk about the loss about Calgary, it is what it is, I’m more curious about you and your experience in Vancouver. Take us through the whirlwind two and a half months being in the big leagues, that must have been so cool.

Sasson: Oh, yeah, it was a dream come true. The excitement never really ever - every single game, it felt like it was still - the lights were bright, and I had to pinch myself especially playing against some of the best players in the world. Crosby and Ovechkin, I was literally seven years old watching them play. That was the real moment in my second game I think, when Sid was going back for a puck and Letang was yelling “Sid, you got time, you got time,” and I’m like “Wow. This is insane.” These are two guys that I was literally a little kid just admiring them and crying ‘cause the Red Wings lost to them in the Stanley Cup. But it was an awesome experience, so yeah. Hopefully get back.

Astle: Would you say that was your “welcome to the NHL” moment or is there another one that stands out?

Sasson: That one was the one that sticks out for me. I mean, playing against Ovi, when he has this whole - you’re not really watching him during the warmup, but you kind of are, since he kind of holds that much stature, so seeing him just up close and personal, that was pretty cool. But yeah, Crosby, Malkin, Letang, these guys, that was my “welcome to the NHL” moment for sure.

Astle: And getting your first NHL goal a future Hall of Famer is pretty cool too, in Andrei Vasilevsky-

Sasson: No, no, no, it was Boston.

Astle: Oh, was it Boston? Oh, sorry!

Sasson: Yeah, I was like “wait, is Swayman a Hall of Famer?”

Astle: Could be, could be! But the one thing I just wish was that game was a little closer so that you could have that big celebration, what were you guys down, five-one or something?

Sasson: I know! Five-nothing, yeah.

Astle: And you had to have a subdued celebration, but was that tough not to jump out of your skin? Like, you just scored your first goal in the NHL!

Sasson: Yeah, it was tough. Obviously I was super fired up on the inside, and honestly the guys were really fired up. I had some guys come up to me like “hey, you can smile. It’s your first NHL goal, at the end of the day you’re not going to remember the win or loss, it’s the fact that you scored in the NHL.” I’ve never been a guy, though, that’s gonna - I’m always just trying to think about winning. But obviously it was awesome, right? And it was assisted by Millsy, who’s a good friend of mine, and he picked up the puck right away. It was pretty cool.

Astle: I imagine, playing in your hometown - you told me you grew up not too far away from Little Caesar’s Arena [the Red Wings’ arena], you mentioned you were heartbroken when the Penguins beat the Red Wings in Game 7, that must have been a surreal feeling seeing how many people were coming to watch your first game in Detroit.

Sasson: Yeah, it was almost overwhelming. Obviously that was a moment I’ll never forget, playing in Detroit and seeing - there were so many people there in warmups when I was just skating around, and taking it all in. Even just playing against the Red Wings, the team that I grew up idolizing, that was really cool. I think the person that had the most fun was probably my dad [laughs]. He said it was the best day of his life. So yeah, that was awesome.

Astle: What’s the best perk about being in the NHL? You hear about a lot of things, what was something that really lived up to the hype, could be travel, accommodations, per diem, the meals on the road with the guys, or just anything at all, what really stood out?

Sasson: What stood out probably was the plane, the plane rides. Just going right to the plane, hopping right on, we have great flight attendants up there. I saved a bunch of the menus that they have because I couldn’t believe that I was living this life of, you know, eating steak on the plane and stuff. So that was probably the coolest thing for me. And I asked some of the guys, I was like “do you just get used to this?” And they were like, “Yeah.” I was like “I can’t imagine,” cause I would stare [?] every single time I got on that plane. You just had pretty much whatever you wanted to eat or drink, that was really cool.

Astle: And if you don’t mind, Max, just take the fans through what it’s like to get the bad news that you’re coming back to Abbotsford, if you don’t mind sharing, a bit of a loaded question. Where were you, who tells you, what do they tell you to work on, how does that call or text go down?

Sasson: So yeah, I talked to - Patrik called me, the GM, I think when we were about to play Nashville, and he let me know I might be coming back, and then the next day he told me I was flying back. Obviously, it sucks, right? It’s tough to hear, but there was a lot of positives they gave me, and Yogi Svejkovský, the assistant coach up there, had a great PowerPoint with a bunch of video from pretty much almost all of my games. He had probably fifteen positive clips and fifteen negative clips, and probably ten clips of other guys that I could maybe see myself in their role at some point. It sucks, but at the end of the day I’m where my feet are, and I want to get better every day and help this team win, and help myself get back to the next level.

Astle: And another tough part of the business, Max, is the trades. Six players getting shipped out of the Vancouver organization, and I’m sure a couple of them you grew a close bond with, these last two and a half months. What goes through a player’s head when you see stuff like that, and did you find out just like everybody else, through online and on phones and on Twitter, stuff like that?

Sasson: Yeah, I honestly just - before the game, I had some texts saying J.T. got traded and they said there were prospects involved and other players involved, and obviously I got to the rink and I saw Bränny wasn’t playing for us tonight. He’s a great guy, and worked hard, and played really good hockey for Vancouver and played really good hockey for Abbotsford, so it’s tough to see him go. And after the game, I hear that Vincent Desharnais and Danton Heinen, two of honestly my closest buddies on Vancouver - I wish all of them nothing but the best, but that’s the business we’re in. Every team is trying to get better, and it makes sense. Pittsburgh's thinking they got better, and Vancouver's probably thinking they got better. So it’s the business we’re in, and it’s tough. And this is honestly my first real time where I’m like “wow, that sucks, these are good guys.” So, we’re human, but yeah. You gotta move on, and I’m sure the guys coming are gonna be hopefully good people as well.

Astle: What about Quinn Hughes? Talk about a guy that’s honestly probably the best player in the league right now, who you got to see on a day-to-day basis, what’s he like in practice, off the ice, what separates him from the rest?

Sasson: His confidence is unmatched, I think. Just with the puck, you know, not - I wouldn’t say cockiness, but confidence, and knowing “you can’t contain me.” Like “I am gonna do what I want.” And it shows, right? From my first training camp here, I said that he is an X-factor, and just from then he’s been taking off. And off the ice he’s a good leader, helped me - we had a tough loss against Edmonton, [he] came over on the plane and talked to me and hyped me up, and let me know what he sees and how I can help the team. And then obviously on the ice, yeah, he’s in my opinion the best defenceman in the world, and top probably three or five player in the league right now. He controls the game, and I always joke he wakes up with two points ‘cause it seems like every single game, no matter what happens, he does his thing, which is what Tocc’s always saying, “Huggy does his thing,” because it’s true. So he’s incredible.

Astle: And what do you make of your old Abbotsford roommate, Marc Gatcomb - you got your first NHL goal, and now he got one this week, what went through your mind when you saw that one come across the wire?

Sasson: Oh, yeah, I know! I figured it was only a matter of time. I guess he’s been playing really well, I haven’t been able to watch too much of it, but I’ve seen some clips. I always knew he had NHL ability with his skating, and he does things that not many people can do, where he can fly, he can hit, and coaches love that. So it was great to see, I’ve talked to him many times about - he was asking me for advice when he first got called up, and I couldn’t be happier for him. And now it’s pretty cool, ‘cause now me, [Aiden] McDonough, and Gats, we were roommates, we all have NHL goals, so it’s pretty special.

Astle: And Aiden’s having a pretty good year in the AHL as well, hopefully he can get back to the NHL.

Sasson: Yeah, he works super hard, and he’s an even better guy, so I wouldn’t be surprised.

Astle: Well Max, this has been great catching up, great to see your success in the NHL. Hopefully you can come down here, do your best, and you’re back up with the big club in no time! Thanks for your time, buddy.

Sasson: Thanks for your time, yeah.

[hrrtshape]

hey, i don't really know how to put it in words since i'm not that good in english but please bear with me:>

is the desperation to shift realities could be a reason why i'm still not shifting to my desire reality? i saw somewhere that maybe i still haven't shifted yet is because of the need and the desperation i feel to shift. i need to shift so bad that the shifting itself is becoming scared of me... that the more i force myself shift, the more it'll drift further away from me.

:(

my life in this reality is so forked up and cooked, there's no hope left in me that the only thing i cling to rn is shifting. i see no future in this reality so i felt sad and dumbfounded when i saw that.

okay. come here. come closer. let me hold your face in my hands like a medieval painter about to do the most emotionally devastating oil portrait of all time. okay.

so. shifting is not running away. shifting is not clutching at straws. shifting is not a victorian child in a nightgown, staring out a rain-streaked window whispering please, god, take me away from here. shifting is a cool girl. shifting is effortless. shifting is audrey hepburn in a café, stirring her espresso. shifting is a sleek black cat stretching out on a velvet couch. you are not scaring shifting away, but you are gripping it by the collar and shaking it like you’re a stockbroker on wall street. and that’s not the move.

desperation is loud. shifting is quiet. you need to romance it. you need to be like oh, shifting????? yeah, i shift all the time. whatever. anyway, did you know that in plato’s allegory of the cave, the shadows on the wall weren’t even the realest real???? shifting is basically just turning around. you need to be so chill about shifting that it gets jealous and comes crawling back like an ex who just saw you thriving on instagram.

also. and i mean this so gently, with my hands still on your cute face. your current reality is not a prison cell. your current reality is a girl in a bad outfit. fixable. you can shift, yes, but you can also fix this one. you have so much more power than you think you do. i say this as someone who has shifted a thousand times. shifting is a tool. you you are the artist.

now go. go be effortlessly nonchalant. go make shifting obsessed with you. go drink a little hot chocolate and be so at peace with yourself that the universe has no choice but to give you exactly what you want. mwah.

[ilovespec]

"ruby eyes in the dark."

Yandere!fem! killer × fem!civilian! Reader

Character description

TW: a light description of gore, height difference, serial story, murder, description of murder , assault , stabbing knife (reader receives), everything takes place in a criminal Russian city of the 90s .

Russia, 1990. June 20th. 15:00.

You're sitting at home, and there's a news report on TV in the background...It seems like a few more people were shot this week... hmm, that's weird..This is the 3rd time this month. In general, more than 20 people have already been shot dead.. And a curfew was announced. This was still not enough. Now you'll have to stop your nighttime walks in the park... And it's still hot outside. It was +21° in the afternoon . And you made the right decision - to go buy yourself ice cream and kvass! You put on your sneakers, cap, and went out in what you were wearing-a regular sleeveless T-shirt and black athletic shorts. And of course, not forgetting about the money, you headed towards the store. And since it was already evening, the daytime heat dropped. You went into the store, and after greeting a familiar saleswoman, you bought yourself a simple ice cream from GOST and 0.5 kvass. That's how yours started little walk, drinking kvass and eating cool ice cream. Everything you need in this heat. You finished your ice cream and sat down on a bench, finishing your kvass. But you've been approached by highly anticipated, but at the same time unpleasant, gopnik personalities. There were about 5 of them. And they are not a surprise in your city, perhaps their "relatives" committed those recent murders..

"Hey, dear, do you have a mobile phone? I need to call my mother HAHAHA."

Said one, and then laughed with his group of friends. But after being refused, he abruptly became serious and reached into his pocket. And then, he fished out a knife.. Damn, things are bad. You quickly got up and ran away, but a quick stab in the back caused you to fall with a loud expletive. And just as you were about to get up, you heard a gunshot, screams and screams of other gopnik and saw the body... The body of the bastard who stabbed you in the back...Someone shot him in the head, and part of his brain got on you. His friends started running away in a panic, but they suffered the same fate... Those screams.. The moans of pain and the smell of metal prompted you faint.

You woke up to someone shaking your shoulders. You opened your eyes, and she was a tall and very masculine woman. Short black hair , tanned skin , strong sinewy arms , countless scars and a red eye . Yes, not the eyes, eye. Because the other one is covered with an bandage like a pirate's. And she smells ... Expensive alcohol, sea, and metal... It 's strange , but it 's so attractive ..

When you got up and more or less came to your senses, you saw an ambulance and a couple of police cars. This woman helped you get up and sat next to you on a bench. And when you felt your back, you felt the bandage. I think you've already received first aid. And soon a policeman came up to you.

"Comrades girls , may I ask what the fuck happened here??"

And then you answered.

"I.. I don't know. I was attacked by some gopniks gang, one of them, as you can see, stabbed me in the back, but someone shot them.. I didn't really see anything myself...."

The policeman grunts with displeasure. And then he speaks again . But this time he's talking to the woman next to you. By the way , she looked about 40 years old . but she looked amazing... Stop stop stop. What are you talking about...?? She's old enough to be your mother. But we digress.

"And you, did you see something?"

" I only came up when this girl was unconscious, and these boys were already dead. Unfortunately, I can't help you. "

And your "interrogation" continued for a long time, and finally you were released. But this woman, as it turned out, her name is Gaetana Gati, an Italian and a former medic, volunteered to escort you.

" Just a second, I need to buy something at the store, can you please wait? "

You just nod and sit down on the bench. Hopefully, the same situation that happened recently won't happen again. And soon she returns , handing you a bar of chocolate , a bag of oranges , and a pack of imported coffee ... And it all looked so expensive...

" Here you go. I can only guess what an emotional shock this is for you. You . You're a young girl with her whole life ahead of her. Take it, don't be modest.. "

No matter how much you denied it, but Gaetana, having escorted you to your apartment, still gave you these "gifts" and wished you a good day and left. It was already 19:00, and the curfew was about to start , and you decided to go to bed. After all, so much has happened today that words cannot describe in a week. And Gaetana is, you're kind of attracted to her... And it scares you. And with such thoughts, you went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately .

Ololol , I hope you enjoyed it, babes, see you all in the next post, bros !!!

[fourthavecafe]

where reader is insecure and somebody idc who takes it upon themselves to change their mind

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The air was still and warm in the bedroom, the only sounds coming from the occasional rustling of the blankets as I shifted.

Sukuna was beside me, arms folded behind his head, exuding his usual aura of dominance even in repose.

I, on the other hand, was curled up comfortably in my oversized sweater, enjoying the rare moment of peace between us.

It had been a long day, and I just wanted to rest. My sweater, slightly too big for me, had ridden up without my notice. That is, until I felt it—a light, deliberate touch against my exposed stomach.

I tensed immediately. The rough pads of Sukuna's fingers dragged lazily across my skin,his touch both possessive and casual, like he had every right to do so. I jolted, my hands snapping down to yank the fabric of my sweater back into place.

"Don't do that” I muttered, shifting away from his reach.

Sukuna went unnervingly still.

For a second, I didn't think much of it, too busy adjusting my sweater to fully process his reaction. Then, when I glanced up, I saw the way his expression darkened. His eyes, glowing faintly in the low light, fixated on me with something between irritation and... confusion?

"You just gave me attitude" he noted, his voice deceptively calm.

I swallowed, suddenly regretting my reaction. "I just-"

"Over this?" His fingers twitched and I flinched slightly, anticipating another touch.

"I don't like my stomach" I admitted quickly, my voice small. "I don't want it touched."

Silence.

Sukuna's gaze flickered down to where my sweater now covered every inch of my torso, his jaw tightening. For a moment, I thought-hoped-he might let it go.

Then, a slow smirk curled his lips, one that sent a chill down my spine. "You think I care about your stupid insecurity?"

I barely had a second to react before everything went black. Then, the next second, I was bound to the bed.

My breath hitched as I realized my wrists were secured above my head with thick, red-threaded restraints. My ankles, too, were caught in a similar hold, keeping my legs from curling up in defense. My sweater?

Gone. I was left in nothing but my bra and panties, my stomach completely bared to the cool air.

My panic only increased when I saw Sukuna looming over me, his expression twisted in something between amusement and displeasure.

"You gave me attitude because of this?" he repeated, his clawed fingers dragging along the soft skin of my belly, making me shudder. "All because you hate this part of yourself?"

I squirmed, my face heating up. "Sukuna-let me go!"

He ignored me. "You really thought l'd let this slide?" His grin widened, and something wicked flickered in his eyes. "You're mine.Every inch of you belongs to me. If I want to touch, I will."

I let out a sharp breath, my heart hammering as his fingers trailed dangerously slow across my abdomen, just barely ghosting over my belly button.

"S-Sukuna, stop—!"

"You really are an idiot" he mused. "Getting all worked up over this of all things."

Then, before I could react, the mouth on his stomach opened.

My eyes widened in horror but before I could even let out a proper protest, I felt it—a hot, wet tongue dragging up the center of my stomach.

I squeaked, my back arching against my will.

I gasped, the sensation so bizarrely unexpected that I had no idea how to react.

The warmth of his tongue sent an uncontrollable shudder through me and to my utter humiliation, l let out a small, breathless giggle.

Sukuna froze above me. Then, his smirk returned, wider and far more sinister.

"You laughed?"

My face burned. "No, I didn't!"

"You did." His eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Oh, this is precious."

I barely had time to brace myself before his fingernail traced a slow, teasing circle around my belly button.

I twitched violently, another helpless giggle slipping from my lips as I jerked against my restraints. "Sukuna, stop-!"

His other hand squeezed my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh with an almost possessive grip.

"Tsk, tsk." He clicked his tongue. "You make such a fuss about this body and yet look at how easily it betrays you."

I let out a sharp gasp as his other hand skated up my ribs, his claws barely grazing the sensitive skin. It sent shivers down my spine, my entire torso so exposed and utterly helpless under his attention.

"Sukuna!" | whined, feeling my face heat up more and more as he continued his torment.

His grin widened as he watched me squirm.

"So sensitive here, huh?"

"S-Stop teasing me!" | twisted, my arms jerking against the restraints, but they held firm. My stomach was completely at his mercy.

"Stop?" He chuckled. "Oh, no, no, no. You started this." His nails danced along my ribs, his tongue lapping at my navel, and his hand gripped my hips like he was marking ownership into my very flesh.

I was overwhelmed. The mix of sensations

his touch, his mouth, the way he relished every reaction I gave him-it was too much.

I was giggling uncontrollably now, breathless, my body betraying me completely.

"You really thought I wouldn't notice how cute you are?" Sukuna's voice was laced with amusement. "You really thought l'd give a damn about some human insecurity? I love this stomach."

I gasped when he nipped at my side, his fangs just barely grazing my skin.

I shivered.

"I-!" | sucked in a breath. "You're so mean!"

Sukuna laughed, his fingers skimming my belly once more, his nails featherlight against my heated skin. "You're the one who asked for this, pet."

"I did not!" I protested but my words were cut off when his tongue flicked against my belly button again, making me squeak.

His hands tightened around me, holding me still, while he dragged his teeth ever so lightly down the center of my abdomen.

"You belong to me" he murmured against my skin, his voice sending a shudder through my already overwhelmed body. "and I don't ever want to hear you talk down on yourself again. Got it?"

I nodded frantically, my cheeks burning.

His smirk deepened, his grip on my hips unrelenting. "Good."

His tongue dragged one more time across my belly before he finally pulled back, looking far too satisfied with himself.

I was left panting, flushed and absolutely flustered.

Sukuna leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "You should start loving yourself more, pet. Otherwise..." He traced his nail one last time over my ribs. "I'll have to teach you like this every time."

My heart skipped a beat.

I was so screwed.

[the-great-pretender02]

Took mini Spock on a shopping outing 😌

I need to yap about today lol, I don’t really journal but I just felt like I have too. I swear it’s all because I brought Spock along.

I have a neocities sure but not a proper way to journal there yet.

Around 11 am: For some reason a day before this shopping outing, I thought to myself, “You know, I’m gonna take mini Spock with me. Maybe snap some pictures with him.” And so before we left I took him out of the box and placed him in my bag, I felt sad for the others (Kirk, Sulu, and Uhura) but I wasn’t going to take all 4 of them lol. And with that, we were off!

Around 1:20 pm I think: So I live in Texas, and on our way to Terrell, we stopped by the Caton flea market and looked around. Thankfully today had such good weather, it was a bit hot but there was a cool breeze every now and then. Nothing really of interest to us (the same old same old really lol), but I did get two cool shirts and this Star Trek Beyond Spock Funko! After checking out one last building, I spotted Spock on a table while leaving and I was like “😮” but I kept walking as I was conflicted whether I wanted to buy him or not. My brain finally made up its mind and I went back!

Now I lowkey need to hunt for Kirk and McCoy lol.

Around 3:00 pm: We make it to Terrell and took Spock to a magical place 🥹 Final pic goes hard. We also went to Chili’s beforehand and I had such a good burger 😋 I was so full but I was so hungry too lol.

5:30 pm: And with that, Mr. Spock made it home safely with a bigger alt universe version of himself. Back to his friends, to be trapped in their box until I decide to take one of them out for another trip. Sometimes I’m nice and let them out when I’m home lol.

[popculturealchemy]

my life. personalstories.exe. Insidejokes.exe. shyindoorperson.com oversharing sharingisalliknowhowtodo.gif bad luck brain awkward penguin changing leaves sandwiches 2/10 land face up jelly side up 2025 egg on my face on purpose there is no face. Its a conversation starter. smooth lander smooth lander everytime 2 times out of ten. totally not exercerbating things that don't need exaserbating okay. summoning wtf demons wow seeing demons "why did I put up with that" demons . bird shit on my head . welp . . fuuuuuck! . done for the day. fuck this day. fuck feeling like this today. fuck feeling "okay" getting shit on. fuck feeling "bad" for burroughing. william s burroughing in my cabin by the fire that I fucking started and gathered . hunting and gathering weird renaissance yay, so glad to be slaves . how the hell did they paint so fucking well. slave painters slave paint supply and demand acquire rare colors during that time canvase the chapel the curve of the concrete how 'bout some love for the concrete, eh? smooth fucking finish gravity? never heard of it. shiny marble floating above you refracting sound to you're ear drums no big deal . just look at this painting two hands touching gay penises hands ballsacks of gods in the clouds . never touching gay chicken feeling sweaty elengated clits never touching wimpering in the concrete solidified like han solo . why did they never touch why do gods never touch why do men never touch

[theonewhowails]

Golden Fleece

[shalom-iamcominghome]

As I've gotten deeper in conversion, I have increasingly imagined jewish life throughout time. And what I mean by that is...

So when I looked at the Western Wall before this (maybe a few years ago), I just saw a wall. It held no deeper meaning than that. I imagined nothing when I saw that.

But now when I look at the wall or even when I'm praying idly, I'm imagining myself in the temple when it stood there. It's bright outside - a summer day so bright, I think the temple will blind me. A soft wind surrounds me. I'm stood in the middle of a huge crowd of people, simply observing. Women pass by me in small crowds, laughing and talking. Some of these women are wrangling their small children who keep running away, laughing like it's a game. And men walk by smelling of spices. The air is light, the city around bustling with people living fulfilling, meaningful jewish life. The wall now symbolizes that jewish life, and even though it's not just about the temple when I imagine it, it means something to me.

I think that's the result of seeing myself in judaism, turning the "you" into a "we," and I feel about this what I must imagine a married couple feels.

[spaghett-onaplate]

depression is really weird actually wdym i spent 2.5 years of my life in bed

[dakotac0le]

been thinking a lot about Dakota and autonomy and heroism lately

[crescentmoonrider]

Even though you're gone, we still a team Through your family, I'll fulfill your dream

I'll Be Missing You (1997) - Puff Daddy feat. Faith Evans & 112

[yanderespamton78]

the current state of the arg

sorry guys the art isnt arting D:

(btw if youre confused on why i drew turnip like that i was referencing the picrew he did ages ago bc idk it looked fun to draw anddd i dont like taking reference off real life images)