#time after time i just keep getting reminded that i'm bottom of the list for everyone like who even thinks about me

[xcixmoon]

"you're mine and only mine, understood?" ࿐ ˊˎ-

simon 'ghost' riley x reader

reminder, most of my stories are 18+ - keep in mind when reading.

note: im utterly in love with this man and down terribly for him.

simon 'ghost' riley x reader ; simon riley x reader ; simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader ; jealous!ghost x reader ; ghost x reader ; possesive!ghost x reader.

characters mentioned: simon 'ghost riley, john 'soap' mactavish, kyle 'gaz' garrick

warnings: smut, smut, smut, strong language and alcohol consumption.

THIS A 18+ BLOG, IF I SOMEHOW FIND OUT UR A MINOR INTERACTING W MY PAGE - I WILL BLOCK.

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after a long day of planning, the group agreed to out for drinks in order to let loose before wheels up in a couple of days. soap and gaz were excited as they kept saying drinks were on them and to not worry about paying.

you were in your room before the night began, trying to plan your outfit for the night. you heard a light knock on your door, "come in!" you told them.

you looked over to see ghost walking, "Simon," a smile appeared on your face.

"hey, love," he responded.

love.

you loved the nickname coming from him.

you were never the girl to care about nicknames in fact your sort of preferred to not have them in a relationship but my god does his accent make everything better.

you noticed he wasn't dressed in civvy clothes, "why aren't you dressed for tonight?" you asked him.

ghost was sitting on the edge of your bed, "I rather not go out tonight, just going to stay in with price to talk about what's upcomin'."

you rolled your eyes at him, "come on... come out with soap, gaz and I. it'll be fun." you looked at him.

"you know I prefer to stay in if I could." he responded. you walked over to ghost and sat on his lap.

"you don't wanna have fun with me?" you jokingly asked. ghosts hands slid down to rest at your hips, "I know other ways we could have fun, love." he told you.

butterflies fluttered within you, you began to slowly grind against him. a little moan escaped your lips when you began to speak, "we can have some fun right now," you lightly pushed simon down to lay on your bed, "but only if you agree to go out with me tonight."

"you really goin' to do this?" he asked you.

you nodded as you bit down on your lip whistle still moving your hips against ghosts lap. "please?" you asked nicely.

"fuckin' hell, how could I ever say no to that?" ghost grunted.

you giggled with excitement when he agreed, you began to take off your shirt to reveal your breast.

"did you plan this out?" ghost asked you as he sat up to start kissing you all over.

another thing to add to the list of things you love is that ghost practically worshipped your body. he was never the type to just dive into sex without showing you how much he loved all of you.

he wanted all of you to show how much he loves every bit.

you couldnt respond as he started kissing you and slowly moved to your neck. you loved having your neck kissed especially when he had one hand playing with one of your nipples. "fuck," you breathed out.

ghost took that as que to work his way down to your breast, his tongue working your nipple as he cupped it and began sucking. he nibbled on it slightly because he knew you loved it.

"simon..." you moaned in his ear.

"I love when you say my name like that love, do you like what I'm doing to you?" he asked cockily. of course he knew that you loved it but he also loved hearing you struggle with your words.

you nodded eagerly, "mhmm," was all you managed to get out.

ghost stopped kissing your body, "use your words, baby." he said.

you were upset that he stopped kissing you all over, "yes, I do. please, don't stop." you begged him.

a cocky, smug smile appeared on his face once you begged for me. ghost began again working his way from top to bottom, "for a second, I thought you were the one in charge tonight."

"shut up." you told him.

you wanted to be in charge but every time you easily melted under his touch.

it was rare that you were able to have full control. every once in a while ghost would encourage you to try to take the reigns for the night but you loved being worshipped by the man you love most that you just want him to do it.

ghost never complained.

he liked seeing you try to be the boss and found it cute when you would ask him to praise you instead.

“take your shirt off,” you told him. ghost did as you told to reveal his body. hes well in shape, you found his body beautiful with his scars that spread across his body. each time you traced your fingers on the scars, not to make ghost more aware of them but show him how much you loved him and them.

you began kissing each scar - his breath hitching with each kiss, getting lower to reach the top of his pants. You started unbuttoning his pants as ghost sat back and watched you.

You can see how hard he is under his briefs, “I wanna make you cum in my mouth first.”

Ghost threw his head back at your words, “first?” he asked you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “We’ll be a little late, it’s okay.” you laughed.

you began removing his briefs and to reveal his hard cock. simon was above average in length, it wasn’t really surprising with how he was built and how he carried himself.

“Fuckin’ hell love, just suck it already.” simon pleaded. he was impatient and it amused you, instead of sucking him like he asked, you began stroking him.

simons hips bucked as your hands made contact, you looked up at him and seen him staring at you - watching every move. you flicked your tongue on the tip, the most sensitive part. “do you like when I do this?” you asked him as you began sucking him off.

“I love it, you look so beautiful taking me.” simon let out a moan as he felt the back of your throat. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. his beautiful girl was able to take all of him and he loved the sight of it, “that’s my girl.” he praised you.

“how am I already so fuckin close already? You just started.” simon cursed at himself, “I want to feel you, love.”

you stopped yourself, “you wanna fuck me?” You teasingly asked him.

simon grabbed you and laid you down on the bed. He removed your pants, “I want all of you.” He reminded you.

a smile spread on your face at his words, his head disappeared to between your thighs. he started kissing each leg slowly as he made his way to your wet clit.

“youre so fucking wet from just sucking me off,” he told you. ghosts fingers found their way to your clit, he began rubbing it slowly.

a slightly loud moan left your lips.

“that’s a good girl,” he said, “you’re so fucking pretty when you’re under me.” simon watched you for a bit as you squirmed under his touch before his tongue eventually replaced his fingers.

“dont stop,” you moaned as you grabbed a handful of his hair, you pulled him closer so he knew to keep going.

“you taste as good as always sweetheart, you want to taste yourself?” he asked as he brought his fingers up.

you didn’t answer before you began sucking on his fingers, “that’s my pretty girl… you taste good, don’t you?”

you nodded at his words, “please make me cum.” you asked.

simon returned to rubbing your clit, “im gonna put it in, alright?” he let you know ahead of time. you’ve been with simon for a while and knew how he felt every single time but needed to prepared yourself as he was bigger than average.

simon grabbed one of your hands and rubbed his thumb softly across before letting his other hand guide the way into you.

“ah!” you lightly yelped, “fuck.”

simon stopped and looked at you, “let me know when to stop baby.” he reassured you.

“keep going, it feels good.” you told him, you loved the way you felt around him no matter if there was a slight bit of pain in the start.

he always let you know if you needed to speak up or if he was hurting you then to let him know. he had no problem taking his time with making you feel good. he was the best lover you ever had.

simon slowly slid all the way in, “you’re so fucking tight sweetheart, holy shit.” he cursed.

all you could do was moan in response as he started fucking you and rubbing your clit at the same time. this man knew you so well that it always blew your mind.

“fuck, simon. that feels-“ you tried to speak but couldn’t finish as a moan escape your mouth instead of words.

“can’t finish your words?” he asked amused.

you nodded your head no at him and focused on the pleasure he was giving you. simon began kissing you while still fucking you and rubbing your clit.

yours and simons body both glistened with sweat as you both move in sync with each other. your moans filled the room, the sound he loves most coming out of you.

“I’m so close baby, fuckin’ hell.” simon breathed into your ear. he was never the type to moan, he was more of a grunting type but a few moans were able to escape his lips once in a while.

you grabbed simons face, “cum in me,” you told him. both faces filled with sweat as he kept fucking you and looking into your eyes.

“are you sure?” he finally asked, “don’t play with me.” you continued to look at your lover in the eyes and repeated your words, “cum in me baby. I want all of you.”

You let out a loud moan as simon listened to your words, he kept looking in your eyes before finally closing them tightly as he did the final hip buck as he pumped you full of his thick cum.

you came all over his cock just as he came in you.

“christ,” simon panted. “how does it get better every time?”

you kissed Simon on the lips and both agreed to freshen to to meet with gaz and soap seeing as how you were both late.

“I’ll wait out your door,” he told you before kissing you once more. “I love you.”

you kiss him a little longer, “I love you more.” you told him.

you quickly dress up in something simple, you knew if you took too long Simon would try to use that as an excuse to stay in.

you threw on a few jewelry pieces before throwing on a leather jacket that simon gifted you awhile back. you took a quick look in the mirror and notice someone left a gift on your collarbone.

you shook your head with a smile and met with simon outside.

“do you think people will notice this?” you asked him, showing your new mark.

simon smiled, “no.” He cleared his throat. “soap keeps callin’ so let’s hurry up.”

simons hand found it’s way to the small of your back to lead you to the car. you felt your face grow slightly red at the gesture.

ghost was never the one to show pda and this one of his simple ways of showing it when you both were out. He was a total different person out in public compared to when it’s just you both in a room.

it was never a bad thing and it never bothered you because he never ever neglected you just because he preferred to keep you both private. He had little gestures to let you know he loves you when you’re with others.

it could be the small glances, your secret signal when others were around or when he would take the time to whisper something in your ear so others couldn’t hear.

ghosts hand rested on your thigh as he drove you both to where gaz and soap were last at. you noticed that the bar was quite busy as there was a line outside forming to get in.

“let me call soap,” ghost told you.

“yeah, im here but there’s a line outside. I don’t feel like waitin’ Johnny.” He told mactavish that was on the line.

“yeah,” he looked over to you, “y/n is with me.”

you could hear the already drunk Scottish yell in the phone as ghost slightly pulled it away from his ear. “hurry up or we’re leavin’.”

ghost got out of the car and opened the door for you, “thank you baby,” you stole a quick kiss from him. you noticed he started to blush at the gesture and couldn’t help but find amusement in it.

“riley’s!!!” soap joked as he yelled towards you both as you were walking up, “shut up.” you punched him softly in the stomach.

“uncalled for.” ghost to soap said as he followed.

you went over to greet gaz as you spotted him at a table filled with glasses. “Is this all mactavishs’ doing?” you asked gaz.

“of course.” he chuckled - you gave him a hug before noticing some other friends behind. you looked at Simon, “im gonna go say hi.” as you gestured towards the girls. you tugged at the hem of his sweatshirt and he nodded.

“i’ll be here.” as he took a seat with gaz and soap.

ghost noticed the other men looking at you. he knew you never paid attention to any of them but couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy hit him.

soap snapped him out of his thoughts when he came back with drinks, “im not drinkin’ tonight.” ghost told them.

Soap looked at him in disappointment, “sorry johnny, got y/n with me.”

The drunk Scottish rolled his eyes, “more for gaz and I.” he laughed.

ghost kept an eye on you every once in a while. He just wanted to make sure you were safe and no one attempted to touch you while you were talking with your friends.

he knew you sure as hell could take care of yourself but he wanted you to enjoy your night as you were chatting with friends. you would often catch him looking at you and give him your signal for ‘I love you’.

he would return the signal and let you get back to your conversation.

as you continued your conversations, you noticed the time, it was getting late and didn’t want to keep simon out later than what he wanted. he isn't an extrovert and you knew he was possibly running out of his social battery.

you had a few drinks and felt a bit tipsy but also felt ready to go back to base. “It was great catching up with you guys, think ima head back to base.” you told your friends.

you walked over to the table where simon, gaz, and soap still sat. soap was slurring his words worse than before and gaz was having a laugh out of it. you walked over to Simon and could tell he was ready, “Im gonna go to the bathroom then we could head back?”

“whenever you’re ready.” he said as he rubbed your thigh under the table, a simple gesture to let you know to take your time.

“you boys better call it a night too,” you laughed at gaz and soap. “it’s past your bedtime.”

you heard mactavish talk loudly as you made your way to the bathroom, “did she just mom us???” he asked.

“she did mate and she’s not wrong.” gaz told him.

you freshened up in the bathroom quickly to hopefully to try to get rid of the tipsy in you but only with slight luck of doing so. as you walked out the door you walked into a tall figure, “sorry!” You asked.

the tall man turned around with a smile on his face, “no worries.” before you could make your way around him he walked in front of you again.

“oops, sorry again…” you told him.

The man didn’t move.

you rolled your eyes at him, as you made the attempt leave again, he spoke, “hey, aren’t you y/n l/n?” he asked.

you shook your head no, “sorry, wrong person.” you quickly told him. "i'm headed out for the night so if you dont mind..." you tried to push him to the side.

"no, you're definitely her. ive seen you on base before." the man said.

a fake smile spread across your face, "well nice to meet you and goodnight." you finally made your way passed him but he grabbed you by the wrist - pulling you back towards him.

you were unreasonably close to him, your back against his chest. he reeked of alcohol.

oh god.

"let go of me," you said.

"im just trying to ge-"

before the man can continue to finish his sentence, you dug the back of your shoe into his and elbowed him in the nose when he bent down in pain.

"don't touch a woman when shes not interested." you warned him.

"you bitch!" he yelled as blood came out of his nose.

the whole bar was looking at your direction, you felt a presence behind you soon after. "the hell is goin' on here?" ghost asked.

"this prick wouldn't let me leave the door way." you told him.

you noticed ghost tense up, his hand formed a fist - you quickly turned around to make ghost bring his attention towards you. your hands rested on his face and you lowered his gaze towards you and he softened his look on you, "lets just leave." you told him.

you heard the man yell more as he was being thrown out but you were hand in hand with simon to try to quickly leave. gaz and soap were too wasted to drive themselves so they hitched a ride.

the tension in the car was suffocating.

"you guys held hands in public." soap spoke.

"shut it johnny." ghost warned.

you looked in the rear view mirror as soap threw his hands in defeat, "i was just sayin'..."

you couldn't help but smile at his silliness.

once you reached base gaz took soap immediately to the bathroom as he was on the verge of throwing up. you looked at ghost and could see he was still tense.

"come on," you took his hand and you both walked into his room.

you closed the door and turned around to meet ghosts lips once more.

"i love you," he said - "you're mine and only mine, understood?" he asked.

"are you mad?" you asked him.

ghost stopped kissing you to look at you, "im mad but not at you. im mad that people think they have the right to touch you when they're not me."

you pulled him in again for more kisses as those words left his lips, "i always feel jealous when people look at you." he spoke as he trailed down your neck - "i dont blame them but you're mine."

"im only yours, simon." you reassured him.

"does it bother you that i dont kiss you in public?" he finally asked, ghost stepped away from you and moved to the other side of the room. "im not exactly prince charming..." he trailed off.

you walked over to him, "no, because i know you love me and the little gestures we do make it even better. its like we have our language." you laughed as you hugged him from behind.

you felt his hands touch yours, "you are the love of my life, simon riley." you reminded him.

he turned to face you again, he picked you up - you wrapped your legs around him as you were finally eye level with him. "im a lucky man to have you." he said before kissing you.

he kissed you eagerly, with each kiss it was a step towards his bed.

you felt your back meet the bed as simon was still kissing you, "i want all of you again."

"i want you forever and always." you told him.

simon took off your jacket and shirt to reveal your lace bra, "is this new?" he asked as he was raising a brow.

you smiled, "just for you."

"matching?" he asked another.

"possibly, i guess you gotta reach the final destination to find out." you teased him.

simon returned to kissing you once more, taking his time as he reached to your breasts. your nipples harden as his tongue played with them over the lace.

he was teasing you.

"take it off..." you whined.

simon smiled as you did so, "was this expensive?"

"yes but i just want it off, please." you begged him.

simon pulled a pocket knife from his pants and put the blade on the center of the lace bra. your breasts spilling out of the newly cut bra. "so fuckin' perfect." he said before continuing his focus on your nipples.

you and simon have done knife play in the bedroom before but hes never used it to cut your bra off and its been a while since you've included it in the bedroom.

you felt more aroused at his actions, you tried to remove your pants along with simons but he stopped you, "are you the boss tonight?" he asked.

you didnt respond as you positioned yourself on top of simon, straddling him.

"im the boss because im desperate for you right now." you told him, an amused look spread across his face as he watched you remove the remaining of your clothing and his.

he looked at you with such awe as he watched you please yourself on him, slowly grinding against him to get your pussy more wet before beginning to ride him. his tip perfectly rubbed against your clit and you moved your hips against him.

"oh fuck," simon cursed.

you were a pretty sight to see as you threw your head back and your perfect moans filled his ears, you put some spit on the tip of his cock before slowly entering it within you.

"be careful, love." he told you, his hands rested at your hips to help you ease on him. you were unbelievably wet from teasing yourself on him and he knew that. "shit, shit, shit..." simon cursed.

you were able to finally sit perfectly on him and began riding at a steady pace.

simon had one arm resting behind his head with the other on your thigh as he just watched you please yourself on him, "you're doing so fucking good, my pretty girl." he praised.

this drove you wild as you began to quicken the pace, "dont rush it baby, im here all night for you." he reminded you. your pussy was throbbing from the pleasure you were giving yourself from simons cock, "tell me how much you love it."

all the words just evaporated from your brain to even try to explain how much you loved feeling him within you. you were fucking yourself dumb on his cock while he just watched in pleasure.

"mh- i dont ever want to stop." you managed to finally say.

"then dont stop baby, keep going until you cant." he said. his thumb found it way to your clit. you positioned yourself slightly back to let him play with it more as you continued to fuck yourself on him.

simon moved his thumb slowly and would randomly quicken the pace, he did the opposite of how you were moving. you've never experienced this amount of pleasure as you never often rode simon.

"fuck," you moaned loudly, "dont stop. im so fucking close simon!" you yelled.

simon moved positions to allow himself to finish the work of your doing to also give you a break. he didnt stop the pace you were moving at. your back pressed against the bed as simon was now towering over you.

"you did so good fuckin' yourself on me, love" he praised you, "im so proud of you." he kissed you.

the sound of your two bodies connecting filled the room, you both were so lucky that there were no other rooms near you. that luckily no one care hear you.

"am i cummin' in you?" simon asked.

you nodded eagerly as he continued to pound into you, "fuck, yes simon." you yelled. you felt him slow his pace, his thick cum spilling out of you.

there was so much of it.

"fuckin' love you" simon said as he finished.

you felt lightheaded from the high you both rode out. "i love you more."

simon grabbed a towel and some clothes for you, "let me clean you up, love."

you smiled at him as he did so, "lets get some rest?" he kissed your lips.

your eyes felt heavy, you felt him cover you up with his bed sheets before you fell asleep to leave simon smiling at you.

[nomadwrites]

bubblegum pink ⋆˚✿

gojo satoru

summary ⋆୨୧⋆ in which you've managed to convince the greatest jujutsu sorcerer of your time into getting pink highlights. what could go wrong? a lot, you learn.

contents ⋆୨୧⋆ spoilers!, pure fluff & rusty writing

notes ⋆୨୧⋆ let's start off easy, shall we? feedback is most certainly welcome & would be much appreciated! enjoy ₊˚ෆ

"come on, it's only temporary!"

"not a chance! do you know how much time and effort i put into caring for these lustrous locks?"

"it'll grow out anyways," you huff, setting down the contents of the hair dye kit on the bathroom counter. "and here i thought you were the adventurous type."

"adventure is one thing, but this? this would be an act of vandalism," satoru feigns a look of betrayal, silver lashes framing his wide blue orbs, "like defacing the mona lisa."

you gasp in exaggeration, clasping a hand over your mouth. if there was one thing on the boy’s long list of things he loved about you, it'd be your ability to keep up with his personality.

"sure. but don't you get tired of always having the same old hairstyle? maybe it'd be nice to switch it up every now and then, yknow?"

"i hardly doubt anyone could ever get tired of this." he gestures to himself, standing tall, a smirk gracing his features.

“you’re insufferable.”

“and you love that about me.”

you do your best to hide the smile that threatens to break free, chewing on your bottom lip. “oh but you’d look absolutely gorgeous,” you plead, voice dripping with honey as you cross your arms over your chest, leaning against the countertop. you bat your lashes at him, round doe eyes peering into sparkling azure pools.

the look you give him makes his heart do flips and his gaze softens ever so slightly. he can't say no to you, not when you're gazing up at him with those puppy-dog eyes of yours. you’re perfectly aware of the effect you have on him, but that’s not to say you’d ever take advantage of him. if anything, you’re just as smitten.

satoru adores gratifying you, answering to your every beck and call, no matter the request, even if they can be a little odd at times. who was he to deny you anything when you looked so entrancing?

he pretends to ponder, drumming his fingers along the cool ceramic of the sink counter. if you're quiet enough, you might hear the way the gears in his head shift as he puts on a show of overtly dramatised deliberation. it almost makes you snort, but after a minute or two of silence, he caves in, shoulders slumping.

"if it makes you happy," he breathes, flicking his gaze back to you as you perk up with excitement, light practically radiating off of you. he might come to regret this in a few hours, but when he sees the way your eyes sparkle with a radiance that seems so pure, he thinks it won’t be so bad. after all, it is only temporary.

"just so i get to hear it again," he pauses, slender fingers intertwining with yours as he guides you over to him and plops down onto the closed seat of the toilet, long legs splayed on either side of you. "you think i'm gorgeous?"

“not quite yet,” you say, running your fingers through his silver locks, admiring the soft lavender undertones. his glasses are sitting just above the tip of his nose, brilliant sapphire depths on full display. no matter how many times you’ve looked him in the eye,, it always manages to knock the air out of your lungs. “i’ll see what i can do.”

“aren’t you a sweetheart?”

“i am.”

he exhales, humming in agreement as he relaxes under your touch and relishes in the scent of your skin, not the fragrance of perfume or shampoo, but you.

this is nice, you think. free time has always been hard to come by, even more so for gojo than you. things had changed after the star plasma vessel incident. he had changed, and although he did his best to hide it, you knew better. you were there to ground him, to remind him of his humanity and his purpose for becoming a sorcerer. you were there to keep him afloat.

"so!" you clap, startling him enough to knock his glasses askew, "let's get started!"

"booo," he pouts, like some child. he likes to think you're like this because of him, that you've spent so much time with him you've essentially become a miniature satoru gojo. the thought of it makes him feel all warm and mushy inside, something he really only feels with you, despite how popular he is with people.

you get to work, skimming through the pamphlet of instructions. satoru attempts to help you, mostly by staring whilst seated on the toilet, questioning if you really knew what you were doing. you stick out your tongue at him as did he, tugging on his lower eyelid.

you manage to end up with a bowl of bright pink sludge, the scent of chemicals wafting through the enclosed space of your bathroom. satoru grimaces, both at the smell and how awfully pigmented the dye seemed, cautiously eyeing the mixture held between your gloved hands.

“no turning back now.”

“you’re sure this is temporary?”

“mhmm!” you say, throwing a towel over his shoulders to shield his black linen shirt from any stray drops of hair dye. contrary to popular belief, the all-powerful jujutsu sorcerer doesn’t make use of his infinity when there was no real need to, his reasoning something akin to him wanting to experience moments of normalcy with those close to him.

“i’m great aren’t i? strong, handsome with a heart of gold,” he’d said, standing in akimbo.

“in an alternate universe, sure.”

you smile at the memory, recalling the way he tutted when you responded, earning chuckles from both shoko and geto.

“y’know on second thought–” satoru’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, “maybe blue would be a better option? make my eyes pop and all that,” he stalls, turning to look at you.

“it’s not gonna be this bright toru, it’ll be a lot lighter once we rinse you off. besides, i’ve only got pink right now–“

“great! so we should–“

“but you already said we could–“

and you’re both tugging, trying to grab ahold of the bowl. “toru stop it! you’re gonna–“

splat.

"ah," he blinks.

silence falls between the both of you, letting the sound of droplets hitting the floor echo loud in your ears. you’re wide eyed in disbelief, and it takes you a moment before you press your lips together in a futile attempt to conceal the snort that bubbles from your throat.

———————-

“don’t you look pretty?” geto teases, snapping a photo of satoru’s lifeless body as he sits limp at his desk, looking as if his soul had left his body. you’re sure it did last night after rinsing him off in the shower, fully clothed, the sight of him drenched in fuchsia finding a permanent home in your brain. shoko echoes after the raven-haired boy, resting her head on a closed fist.

satoru’s once moonlit hair now a splotchy mess of soft pink, the hair dye staining his eyebrows an even brighter shade of bubblegum. you had to practically drag him out the bathroom by the feet afterward.

“what have you done?” he whined, voice breaking.

“me?!” you gasped, “you had a part to play in this too!”

it was a miracle he’d even changed out of his wet clothes, albeit it taking around an hour or so. you’re sure he laid on the floor for the rest of the night after you’d left, geto being the first to find him in the exact same position this morning. thankfully, you hadn’t had to drag him to class.

at the very least, this would be another fond memory you’d share together.

[melancholiaincarnate]

everything he knows about love (is wrong)

「 in which ᵎᵎ 」 sukuna tries to understand the way you love him .

「 words ᵎᵎ 」 510

「 author's note ᵎᵎ 」 hello ... sukuna is my lover and i love him and he is my girlfriend ok enjoy thanks i love him (requests open check master list etc etc)

「 warnings ᵎᵎ 」 innuendos to nsfw

ryomen sukuna who doesn't really understand what affection is. he doesn't quite get why you feel like kissing him every morning - but he doesn't complain when your sweet lips press against his and your eyes aren't quite open yet.

sukuna who, at first, doesn't get why you insist on 'spooning'. "i'm not a spoon, woman." he huffed the first time, "this sounds pointless." you explain, well, show, to him, and having you wrapped in his arms, he gets it. with his chin on your head, your shampoo invades his senses, filling his body with you. he gets why people do this - he likes having you pressed against him. he loves the feeling of your chest rising and falling - if only to remind him that you are alive and you are here with him.

sukuna who, when you first meet, doesn't understand why he wakes up with heavy breathing after dreaming of you. he dreams that you are with another man and he doesn't get why he feels nothing but boiling hot anger. he doesn't get why his chest clenches and his fists curl angrily against the sheets as his dream replays in his mind. he doesn't understand why he gets upset when you're laughing at your phone and you say it's just a friend. who else would be making you laugh like that?

sukuna who doesn't get your kisses. kisses on the lips are fine - he knows about those. he loves when they get hot and heavy and he pulls on your bottom lip with his teeth - and he especially loves the resulting sound. he also loves your smaller domestic kisses, when you're seeing him for the first time that day and you're pressing a lighter kiss to his lips. what he doesn't get though, is when you kiss elsewhere. and no, not his dick. of course sukuna understands that, and of course he enjoys it. he'd keep your mouth there forever if he could. he means when you take your time at night, kissing his face along his tattoos. feather light kisses across his biceps, his chest, his neck. you have no naughty intentions with them - you just want to let him know you appreciate him. and he doesn't understand why.

sukuna who doesn't understand why you get upset when he pulls his hand away from yours in public.. when you explain that you like to hold his hand because you like to feel protected by him - he lets you hold his hand as much as you want. he craves it now. it's his turn to get upset if you walk a little fast in front of him while you're shopping, or if you go into a different aisle without him. why would you do that? he's here to protect you. he craves to protect you.

sukuna does not quite understand exactly what love is but he understands that he feels it for you. and he understands that he's willing to do anything to keep you in his life, even if it means being the little spoon.

[static-radio-ao3]

@jegulus-microfic // february 7 // prompt: star // words: 1,416 // cw: referenced sexual content // part 1 + part 3

“So let me get this straight,” Barty says, pacing in front of the couch where Regulus is sitting with his back straight and his hands tucked between his knees. “You sucked off your ex in the bathroom, picked a fight with him because he wanted to return the favor, ended up hooking up with him and staying the night, and now you’re telling me he texted you?”

Barty ticked off every point he made, a full five fingers now held up in front of Regulus' face. Five offenses. Regulus fights to maintain eye contact but his resolve crumbles under Barty's unyielding stare. Barty Crouch Junior, a force of nature. If only he'd use his powers for good.

“That would be correct,” Regulus says after a moment of silence.

“And his name in your phone is do not fucking respond.”

“That would also be correct.”

“And what did you do?”

“I responded.” Regulus at least has the decency to hang his head in shame. He remembers how long it took his friends to piece him back together in the aftermath of Hurricane James.

Barty sighs, bone-deep and long-suffering. He pinches the bridge of his nose before dropping his hand and turning to face Regulus again. “Follow-up question: were you dropped on your head as an infant?”

Regulus perks up at that, because “Well—”

“Don’t answer that,” Barty says, voice clipped. “God, Regulus. Gold star for being a fucking idiot.”

“In my defense,” Regulus starts. He doesn't continue though. Lets the silence stretch until there is no give anymore. Barty cocks an impatient eyebrow. “He looked really good,” Regulus finishes lamely. A red flush crawls up his neck and Regulus is sure it makes the mottled bites and bruises on his skin stand out even more.

Barty stops pacing to shoot Regulus an incredulous look. “That’s such a bad excuse? He always looks good? If you’re gonna be dropping to your knees as soon as he's within a two-mile radius, just— don’t.”

“But—”

And really, Regulus isn’t sure why he’s about to argue. He absolutely should be kept away from James at all times and he’d been so good at it for a while, but then. Well. Before he gets a chance to argue though, Barty cuts him off again.

“Don't make me call Pandora. She will bring the list.”

That does shut Regulus up. A huge file with an annotated bibliography and an itemized list of why Regulus should stay away from James. They had used it against him before and it worked every time. This time though, he didn’t want his weaknesses pointed out to him just yet.

“Fine. I won't talk to James anymore.”

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“And then you have the fucking audacity to text me?” Regulus asks, incredulity bleeding into his voice. James seems unbothered by it though, hip cocked against the kitchen counter and arms crossed over his chest.

“Would you rather I call you?” He asks.

Regulus whirls on him. “No! I'd rather you not reach out to me at all!”

“See, once again, I am finding that hard to believe.” James pushes himself off the counter and steps closer to Regulus. “Did celibacy make a liar out of you? Or did I fuck you so good you forgot all the things you said last night?” He keeps his voice low as he says it, but Regulus hears it loud and clear. He shifts under James’ sharp gaze. Eyes lazily tracking the way Regulus moves.

“I'm not fucking lying. Last night was a mistake,” Regulus lies. Because that’s what he does now. Apparently.

“Technically two,” James says. He bites his bottom lip thoughtfully, eyes stuck on one of the many bruises littering Regulus’ neck.

Regulus doesn’t need the reminder, he can feel the bites and bruises sting with every turn of his head. Hands pressed palm to palm and the two of them chest to chest. A leg between Regulus’ own and his voice so wrecked he didn’t realize it was his at first. James, softened by the low light in the room, all his sharp edges blurring into pleasure. The hum of a moan into the heated skin of his neck.

“Technically three,” Regulus murmurs, eyes getting hazy, but he catches himself a second later, straightening. “But that's not what we're talking about!”

“Isn’t it?” James cocks his head. A lazy smirk pulls at James’ lips. The sight makes something simmer hot in Regulus’ gut. “We seem awful good at making mistakes. Maybe they're not mistakes at all.”

“All of this was a mistake! From the beginning! We shouldn't have hooked up and we shouldn't have dated and none of this should've fucking happened. Not last night, not last year, none of it.” Regulus takes a heaving breath. Considers saying more, but then James cuts in with:

“Are you done?”

“What?”

“I asked if you were done.”

“I— Yeah. I guess.”

James takes a step closer again, boxing Regulus in against the table. He presses his palms down on the flat surface, one on each side of Regulus’ hips. He has to look up a bit to be able to look James in the eye when they’re this close. He always liked it.

“You know what, that would've hurt my feelings if I believed you. Although I guess I do think this was a mistake. In a way.”

The feeling of James’ breath hitting the side of his neck makes Regulus shiver. James dips down for the barest, briefest moment and drags his lips along the column of Regulus’ neck, tracing the path he laid out the night before. It takes Regulus a second to realize what James just said, too caught up in his closeness to register the words. He isn't prepared for the way that statement makes him feel, a sharp pang in his chest and a dull ache all the way down his fingertips. He curls them into fists, keeps them resolutely in his lap. But before he has a chance to react, James continues.

“See, I think we never should've broken up. Mistake number one.” James takes the smallest of steps backward just to be able to raise his pointer finger. Regulus misses the heat instantly. “And I think you shouldn't have left this morning. Mistake number two.” He raises a second finger. “And you know what they say about mistakes.”

He glances at Regulus thoughtfully, waiting for him to fill in the blanks.

“Don't fucking make them?” Regulus asks.

“All good mistakes come in threes,” James corrects, a third finger now being held up.

“No one says that.”

“Maybe they should.”

“No, James,” Regulus shakes his head and leans back, putting some distance between himself and James. Or trying to, at least. “This is a bad idea and we both know it.”

James just leans into him more. Regulus goes a little cross-eyed trying to maintain eye contact. His focus is drawn to James’ lips instead. He remembers them pink and bitten. Stretched wide, spit clicking the corners.

“Come on, baby,” James hedges. “No more mistakes. Just me and you. And I'll be so good for you, good to you, I swear.”

His voice is molten honey, hot and sweet, and it sticks to Regulus’ skin like a physical thing.

And Regulus only has so much resolve. He unclenches his fists, allowing himself to reach out and touch. But the smooth fabric of James’ sweater is a poor substitute for the thing he really craves. It buzzes in his veins, a steady hum that's getting increasingly harder to ignore. There is no alcohol in his system to blur the lines he'd once drawn, he steps over them with his eyes wide open.

“You're addicting, you know that?” Regulus murmurs, mouth a few scant inches from James’. “Just can't fucking quit you. You and your Jamesness.”

Before James can reply, Regulus curls a hand over James’ throat and tugs him into a kiss. The buzzing in his veins quiets immediately, satisfaction rushing through them instead. It’s heady, kissing James again, even though it’s only been a couple of hours since their last kiss. James really is addicting. And Regulus is a weak, weak man.

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is that a phone in your pocket or are you happy to see me [group • 4 members]

reg: hey guys....

evan: you're an embarrassment

barty: @panda send the fuckinf list

pandora: reasons why regulus should keep his dick in his pants and out of his ex [file type: PDF • 53 pages]

[heizlut]

Hi hello ! I just read you Yhan smut and gosh that was the hottest thing I ever read! I can't help but to think about Yhan and, not only how, he could handle me (you?, us? AHAHA) and even how his cock is big and girthy, ngl, I'm a whore for some FICTIONAL, old, COCK and I'd like to suck Yhan one. ANYWAY....I POPPED IN JUST TO SAY THAT I LOVED THE SMUT. CHEF'S KISSES !!! 🤩💞

omg hi!!!! i’m so glad i’m not the only one simping for this hot beefy older man😮‍💨 i literally cannot get enough of him jsjsjsjs i’ll make this a part two for my original post!

Need Somebody Older (part 2)

ꕀ cw: none this time

ꕀ tags: sub fem!reader, daddy dom!yhan, daddy kink, manhandling (hehe), oral f+m!receiving, age gap (15 yr difference), standing 69, unprotected sex, creampie, riding, slight degradation

ꕀ nsfw under the cut

ꕀ m!list here

About a week had passed since everything changed between you and Yhan. In private, he treated you like his little princess while he fucked you oh so disrespectfully, all while cooing sweet, teasing words in your ear.

In front of others, you remained as flirty as ever while he tried to retain his gruff and strict mannerisms towards you, not wanting to reveal his risqué relationship with you.

That was until you had the utter audacity to call him daddy in public...

You beam up at him after one of your usual training sessions in the simulator (one that didn't end in defiling the space like last time), finally able to use your new gauntlets under his guidance, "That was a good session, daddy~"

Yhan freezes, eyes quickly glancing around as other people walked by before he grabs your upper arm and leans down towards your ear.

The calmness in his voice is eerie and you knew you fucked up, "You're real damn lucky no one heard that, babydoll... I'm off at 6 and if your pretty little ass isn't back here waiting for me, you'll really be in for double the punishment." Your demeanor flips a switch, heading straight into your submissive mindset as you nod.

Satisfied with your answer, Yhan releases you and straightens back up with a quick tilt of his head towards the exit of the area, "Get moving then." You give him a playful salute as you leave, making him roll his eyes. Gods, you really push his buttons, but he really can't seem to get enough of you.

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Hours pass and you head back to where you agreed to meet Yhan, dressed so cute in a pretty pink sundress and makeup that has you looking like the sweetest little thing.

Something about being with a man so much older than you had you acting even more feminine than you ever would have before, not that Yhan was complaining. You made him feel like he was young again with the way you acted.

His tired eyes trail over your approaching form, breath hitching in his throat as his expression softens ever so slightly. But only for the briefest moment before hardening his gaze, reminding himself you were in for a punishment tonight.

Yhan meets you halfway, trying so hard to stay strict with you as you look up at him with your pretty eyes, "Don't go looking at me all sweet, babydoll. It's not gonna change my mind."

You huff a breath, feigning disappointment when really your pussy was already getting wet thinking about what he had in store for you. At your huff, Yhan sighs deeply before placing his hand on the small of your back, directing you to keep walking.

It was a simple gesture that anyone outside of the relationship would view as fatherly, but you both knew otherwise.

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The second Yhan has you in his home, he grips your jaw and pushes you up against the wall. Your glossy lips part in a soft gasp at the action. A stern look crosses his features and his voice is low and gruff, "You know better than to call me that in public, sweetheart."

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip as you squish your thighs together, "I'm sorry, daddy..." Yhan scoffs, tightening his grip on your jaw before leaning down inches away from you, "Sorry isn't gonna cut it this time." He releases your jaw, his calloused hand trails down your neck til it reaches your breasts covered by the soft material of your dress.

You squirm under his touch and his heated gaze, letting out a soft whine when he squeezes one of your covered breasts in his large hand. A growl vibrates through his chest as he squeezes a little tighter and pushes you further against the wall.

A whimper escapes you at the actions, fingers gripping onto the material of his shirt as you plead softly, "Daddy..." The corners of his mouth twitch upwards into a smirk before both hands trail down your curves, fingers toying with the hem of your dress, "Mmm, don't think playing sweet with me will get you out of trouble, babydoll."

Your cunt aches with need, desperate for his touch. When his hands finally trail up to your ass, he lets out low groan when he finds you bare for him. He gives it a harsh slap before lifting up you dress, exposing your wet pussy.

Yhan's fingertips lightly run over your slit, teasing over your clit and careful not to apply any of the pressure you were so needy for. A wicked grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he takes in your squirming reactions. "You think you can just walk around like this?", he demands, his rough fingers dipping between your folds to feel just how wet you are, only to pull away.

Your breath hitches at the sudden absence of his light touch, body trembling with anticipation and need. A whimper slips past your glossy lips as you try to follow his retreating fingers with your hips. "Daddy... Please...", you beg, squeezing your thighs together in frustration, "I need you..."

His gruff laughter rumbles in his chest, a sound that sends tingles straight to your soaked cunt. "Oh, you do, do you?", he teases before his stern demeanor returns, "This is a punishment, sweetheart. You'll do what I tell you and take what I give you." Yhan leans in close, his facial hair scratches against your soft cheek as he whispers, "On your knees. Now."

You swallow hard, glancing up at him before nodding. Slowly, you sink to your knees in front of him, looking up at him expectantly. Yhan's eyes roam over your submissive form, taking in every detail of his pretty baby on her knees for him. He reaches down, caressing your cheek gently, "Good girl..."

Yhan undoes his belt, dropping it to the floor with a metallic clink. His eyes never leave yours as his fingers unbutton his pants and lower the zipper, pushing his pants and briefs down. His girthy cock springs free, fully erect and throbbing with need. Pre-cum glistens on the tip, a clear indication of just how utterly affected he is by you.

He gives his cock a few lazy strokes before smearing his tip across your lips, smudging your lip gloss, "Show me how sorry you are. Suck it." Your heart flutters in your chest as you open your mouth, your lips wrapping around the tip. You moan softly as the taste of his pre-cum mixes with the strawberry flavor of your smeared lip gloss, tongue swirling around the head as you suck gently.

Yhan groans above you, head tilting back as his fingers sink into your hair, guiding your movements. His grip tightens as he forces his cock deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes water from the sudden force, unable to pull back.

You do your best to relax your throat to accommodate his length as he fucks your throat. The pace isn't brutal, but deep and slow. Every now and then, you swirl your tongue around his shaft or flick it over his sensitive underside.

Each time he bottoms out in your pretty little mouth, his coarse pubic hair tickles your nose and he grunts loudly. His cock throbbing as you struggle to take what he gives you.

Yhan's eyes take in how much you squirm, so desperate for his touch as your arousal drips from your aching cunt and onto the floor below you. A lazy smirk plays on his lips and he pulls out of your mouth with a wet pop. You're such a sight to see; eyes all watery and lips all wet with a trail of saliva that connects with the tip of his flushed cock before it breaks.

"Stand up", he commands, eyes full of primal lust for you. You stand on shaky legs that tremble with desire as you look up at his rugged features. One hand reaches out, tugging at the material of your pretty pink dress, "Strip for me, babydoll." Slowly, your fingers hook onto the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head and dropping it to the floor.

Yhan takes in your almost bare form, hungry eyes locked on the lacy white bra that holds the tits he's so fond of. His breath hitches when you unhook it, letting it slip down your arms and to the floor. Your breasts bounce slightly as they're freed from their confines, nipples already hardened from anticipation.

He takes off his own shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. His muscles ripple as the cool air of the room hits his rugged body, scarred from battles of the past. Your eyes practically roll back at the sight, drinking in the view of his broad, hairy chest and trailing down to the happy trail that leads to the coarse hair on his pelvis above his throbbing cock.

With a smirk playing on his lips, Yhan takes a step towards you, his cock bobbing with its own weight. The musk of him is intoxicating as it floods your senses. His large hands wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His hardness presses against your belly as he leans in, capturing your lips in a rough kiss.

Your mind goes blank as Yhan explores your mouth with his tongue, tasting every inch of it while one hand travels up to cup one of your breasts, thumb rubbing over your pert nipple. The combination of his taste and touch sends sparks shooting through your body. You whine softly, chasing after his lips when he pulls back slightly.

Heavy breaths fan over your lips as he speaks softly, "Don't think your punishment is over yet, sweetheart..." With a quick motion, he grabs your hips, lifting you up and flipping you upside down with practiced ease as you squeal. The tip of his cock presses against your lips as you cling to his hips.

Yhan chuckles, holding you firm in his strong grasp as he takes a good look at the soaking pussy exposed to him, "You're lucky I want a taste of this sweet cunt." His words send jolts of arousal through you, your dripping cunt only inches away from his mouth. Yhan's hot breath fans over your sensitive flesh, making your wet hole twitch. Suddenly, he dives in, licking roughly at your soaking slit.

Your mouth opens in a sweet moan as he devours you hungrily. His tongue delves into your tight hole, lapping up your arousal with reckless abandon.

Yhan takes advantage of your parted lips and thrusts forward, shoving his cock into your hot mouth yet again. He groans into your pussy as your lips wrap around his length, tongue licking at the head.

The vibrations from his groan and the stubble of his facial hair against your cunt adds another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience.

Feeling your mouth stretch around his girth, Yhan grunts, his hips bucking involuntarily. He pushes deeper into your mouth, the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat and his balls pushing against your nose.

Yhan's tongue continues its assault on your dripping cunt, flicking over your sensitive clit as you squirm in his grip. He sucks on your folds, teasing your opening with his rough tongue.

The mix of your sensations is almost too much- the taste of your tangy sweetness on his tongue, the smell of your arousal, and the warmth of your mouth and throat enveloping his cock.

Your throat works overtime, trying to accommodate his size. Your gag reflex kicks in, sending shivers down your spine as he bottoms out in your throat.

Despite the discomfort, there's a strange satisfaction in being able to take your man's whole length. Yhan lets out a husky groan, his cock throbbing in your mouth as you swallow him down.

His movements grow more frantic, his thrusts become harder and faster. Drool pools at the corners of your stretched mouth. It's disgustingly lewd, but it drives both of you wild. You tighten your lips around his girth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking him greedily as he fucks your throat.

Yhan's moans grow louder, adding to the lewd ambience of wet squelching and gagging. Your cunt clenches around nothing, juices flowing freely as he laps and sucks at your swollen clit, desperate for release.

Unfortunately for you, Yhan pulls out of your mouth as he ceases his attack on your pussy, adjusting his grip on you as he puts you back upright.

Hungry eyes take in your pathetic face, mascara smeared and lips glistening. A wicked grin spreads over his features, "Aww, did my babydoll wanna cum?~"

You pout, eyes all glossy and cunt soaking wet, "Daddy....", you whine. Yhan rolls his eyes before walking over to the couch, sitting down with his legs spread and cock twitching against his abdomen.

Your eyes trail after him and he pats his thigh, "Come here." You obediently go to him, straddling his lap as your cunt rubs against his length. Yhan grips your hips, halting your movements as he clicks his tongue in disapproval, "Such a needy slut I have..." You whine at his degradation, desperate to provide your aching clit with some friction.

His hand slaps your ass, making you yelp and arch your back. The arch exposes your breasts a little more, a view Yhan could certainly appreciate. He squeezes your hips, a subtle warning to listen up. "If you wanna cum, you're gonna do all the work", Yhan's tone is firm as his eyes captivate yours.

"Yes, daddy...", your voice is soft as you sit up, lining his tip up with your wet hole. Slowly, you sink down on his cock as your pretty features screw up in pleasure, his cock stretching you out so deliciously. You grip his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as you begin to ride him.

Your rhythm is slow at first, rolling your hips as you fuck yourself on his cock. Yhan's hands trail up from your hips, over your curves and settling on your bouncing breasts. His rough fingers run over your pebbled nipples, pulling and pinching as your walls clench around him in response.

You quicken your pace, riding him with more urgency as his dick hits the deepest parts of you. You're brought closer and closer to the edge each time you lower onto his cock, "Fuuuck.... Your cock is so deep...", you mewl.

Yhan lets out a breathy grunt as he continues to tease your nipples, "You gonna cum on daddy's cock, babydoll?" Your eyes flutter shut as you nod, his words pushing you ever closer to your peak.

Yhan smirks, gripping your hips once again, his voice low and husky with desire, "Then cum for me." Without warning, he thrusts up into you, hard. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum", he growls, head thrown back against the couch cushion and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

Your orgasm rips through your body as he fucks up into you. Your cunt clenching impossibly tighter around his girth, spurring on his own release as your juices soak his cock. A primal growl rips from his throat as he reaches his limit, hands squeezing your hips and the muscles of his legs tensing.

Hot ropes of thick cum coat your insides as his cock pulsates within you, hips bucking involuntarily as you both ride out your highs. You collapse against him, breasts pressed up against his hairy chest as you bury your face in the crook of his.

Heavy panting is all that can be heard as Yhan hold you close against him, his cock softening inside of you and not yet ready to leave the depths of your heat.

He presses a little kiss to your temple as his fingers run through your hair in a soothing manner, "Are you sorry for earlier, sweetheart?", he coos. You nod against him, too tired to even lift your head. "Yes, daddy...", your voice comes out so soft, making his heart clench in his chest.

He lets out a deep breath as he keeps you close, "You have no idea what you do to me..."

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a/n: this was long as fuck (almost as long as Yhan's girthy cock🥴)

[kaeyas-beloved]

four sides and a bottom

Character: Kaveh

— a box full of your things, that’s it, that’s all

CWs: gn!reader (you/your), ANGST, hurt/no comfort, aftermath of a breakup

val’s no sympathy november masterlist

gonna apologize for dipping for so long but i'm also warning you that it could very much happen again <3 also i'm a little rusty with writing pls be nice to me :(

Kaveh wishes your relationship could’ve ended on good terms. He wouldn’t be able to kiss you or cuddle up to you with a glass of wine after a tough day, but at least you would still be his life. That and that alone would be good enough for him.

On rougher days, the words you spoke echo in his head, disrupting him as he goes about his day. When his mind isn’t occupied it’ll wander to the last day he was able to call you his, making even simple tasks like working or making a cup of coffee painful. A pang in his heart followed by an uncomfortable weight on his chest, throat blocked, barely able to breathe.

“We’re done Kaveh. No more, I can’t keep doing this!” The architect squeezes his eyes shut, willing away the repeat of the past. Without thinking, he takes his almost forgotten glass and downs a greedy gulp of the dark red liquid, the sweet yet bitter drink coating his throat and stomach, making his head spin and his heart beat just the way he likes it - stuttering and skipping as if to stop and bypass the thoughts he’d rather forget.

As much as the deadline loomed over him, Kaveh couldn’t, for the life of him, work on his latest project. Instead, his eyes kept trailing to the box pushed against his closet, the contents overflowing and peeking out for the world to see. By the fourth glance he groans and stands up, chair dragging along the wood floor and nearly toppling over from the force.

Some days he doesn’t know why he keeps this box of reminders around, other times he knows exactly why. People will cling to the last things they own when it affects them so greatly in life. You, by far, were one of the greatest effects on him.

There’s a clink and a thud as Kaveh sets the box of your things on the table, and it’s almost sad how he’s able to identify exactly what made each noise. He’s only memorized everything in it a dozen and a half times after all. A pocket watch, a picture frame, a scarf, a sketchbook, a ring. Meaningless things on their own or to the outside eye, but to you and Kaveh, they meant the world.

Clear as water he could remember when he gifted each of these to you, save the frame and picture. That was your own doing, something you had set on your desk because you liked looking at how happy you both were that day (or so you said - he thinks it's just because you liked looking at him specifically).

He’d given you the scarf to stay warm one night, the watch because you said it had a pretty design (you scolded him a little after finding out he almost spent all his mora on it for you as a gift. You were still touched nonetheless though). The sketchbook was given after you let slip that sometimes you liked to doodle. You always said you didn’t feel as talented as he was, but he’d always shoot back and say that as long as you appreciated the art of it all, the process, and you drew with a smile, then anything you drew was perfect (you were perfect).

The ring was a promise, one that he hadn’t intended to break. This gift you were too speechless to get on his case about financially because the words of love, dedication and loyalty that he added along meant the world to you. The promise to love you forever, to always take into consideration your feelings, and to one day make you his.

In some poetic, way maybe each item was an accumulation of things he was willing to give, when the reality was that you only needed him. Thinking on it now, it hurts more knowing that his absence was what caused your split in paths. Then again…

“Everything hurts when I’m not with you… I miss you.”

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[heycallmered]

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Hey, I'm Red; 30, plural, they/she, pan, aro, switch, vers; also MILF by popular vote

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Cherry

She / It, sub bottom

free use exhibitionist slut, and kind of a bimbo. Will suck almost anything you put in her mouth, and loves attention.

Likes:

free use (especially oral)

exhibitionism

praise

older people (especially men in their 50s)

cum play

wearing slutty clothes

public sex

objectification

bimbofication

Will use 🌺 to signify her posts

Madder ("Maddie" or "Mads")

She / Her, Dom top

resident mean, gross girl. Will rub her sweaty body on your face and then bully you for getting turned on by the smell.

Likes:

cnc

musk

bullying

free use

objectification

blackmail

fauxcest

piss

impact play

breath play

dumbification

force fem

bimbofication

degradation

Will use 👅 to signify her posts

Scarlett

She / Her, Dom top

soft mommydom; calls everyone "sweetie", especially during cnc scenes. stone Dom (she doesn't like to orgasm or get touched during a scene; she just gets off on domming you)

Likes:

cnc

overstimulation

bondage

pain play

subs asking for permission to cum

younger subs

shy subs

dumbification

Will use 💋 to signify her posts

Crimson

It / Its, Dom top

Sadistic primal-adjacent Dom; very fond of blood and fear.

Will use 🔪 to signify its posts

Carmine

They / He

Self-proclaimed "recreational sexologist" who enjoys observing the scope of human sexuality; particularly interested in monster fucking.

Will use 🔬 to signify their posts

Boundaries

I will not "go easy on you" if you tell me you didn't read these boundaries; they are here to keep me safe, and I will make no exceptions.

If you send me pics of your genitals without my consent, I will block you. Yes, even if we were flirting / sexting at the time; you still need consent.

If you treat me like an object without also treating me like a person, I will block you.

if you make me uncomfortable, I will end our conversation. you can try again another time. If it becomes a pattern, I will block you.

If you ask me to date you, marry you, etc., I will end our conversation. you can try again another time. if it becomes a pattern, I will block you.

If I say I won't do something (send a certain pic, rp a certain act, etc.) and you ask again, I will end our conversation. you can try again another time. if it becomes a pattern, I will block you.

I don't like to be called "Miss". The first time you call me that, you'll get a reminder not to. The second time, I will end our conversation. you can try again another time. if it becomes a pattern, I will block you.

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I Hate You More (Part 4)

Mafia!Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Mafia Reader

(Sasha Francesca Ricci)

Enemies to lovers trope

Credits to @alyyaanna for helping me come up w the storyline because I had like 3 different mental breakdowns trying to figure out what to do

Storyline: Sasha was born into a world of darkness and fear, Despite the harsh circumstances she was out in she managed to drag herself into finding love at a young age especially when she least expected it but unfortunately not all love stories are fairytales, Sasha resented the man who once brought her love in her life just to leave and break her heart while having the audacity to invade her life many years once again and give her conflict of love and war on how she was to overcome the feelings she feared while trying to focus on her job with him being so close and invasive to her.

Contents: Smut in future chapters, Knife Play, Choking kink, Degradation kink, Praising Kink, Alcohol, Smoking, Violence, Mentions of m1rder, drug dealing, Fluff, Angst.

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Sasha & Cody had a good think running for a little bit. There was still the slight bickering & Sasha becoming annoyed with Cody but believe it or not when they would work together they got work done.

They did fucking amazing on drug deals & made massive amounts of money, Miami was a messy city & the drug business sunk their fucking teeth into the City’s bad habits which were Partying & getting as high as possible.

Sasha would make the sales while Cody would keep track of whatever they were selling & how much money they were making but Barbra was still quite unhappy with Cody after seeing his Initials “C.R” Into her thigh, She was not pleased with Cody at all after that but once again, Business is Business. Sasha & Cody never established what was between them after that and they honestly preferred to keep it that way but Sasha had made it abundantly clear to Athena multiple times he was off the roster to screw but she just won’t take the hint.

Marianna sat in the kitchen watching Athena follow around Cody like a lost dog within the streets & noticed she laughed way to hard at one of his jokes he would make with Randy & Sasha knew Cody wasn’t THAT funny. She turned to Marianna & put on an annoying high pitched voice mocking the girl that was once her friend “Ohh my gosh! Of course I’ll screw you when your feeling bored and lonely Cody! Even though I fucked half of the house and probably the entire city of Miami because that’s the slut I am!! I’ll even act like your best friend & cheer you on to get someone you miss so bad and go behind your back to fuck that same person!” Marianna laughed in amusement while everyone’s attention turned to Sasha.

Athena scoffed crossing her arms “Is there a problem Sasha?” Cody raised a brow as he watched the two “I’m sorry did you not like my joke? Maybe it was a little bit too real for you huh?” Sasha faked pity & frowned poking her bottom lip out before Athena rolled her eyes “Your just mad because Cody fucked me more because he wanted to touch me instead of someone as repulsing as you.” Sasha widened her eyes & laughed “You wanna talk about repulsing but you fuck half of the state of Florida? Okay Athena. Okay. Maybe I should probably give you a very in depth reminder on what he’s done with me rather than you because I actually have meaning to him.” Sasha pushed Marianna out of her way gently while strutting over to Cody & Athena “Pull your shirt up.” Cody furrowed his brows “Sash-“ “Pull. Your fucking. Shirt up.” Cody glared and tugged his shirt up revealing his chest as Sasha placed her nail right next to her name that was cut into his skin “Bet he didn’t let you do that to him did he? Let you claim him as yours?”

“Hell did he even cut his initials on you in 3 different places?” She tilted her head with a confused look on her face while Athena was starting to show off her anger & envy as Sasha got in her face “You also have a lot of fucking nerve on you to come into MY mothers house, act like your big tough shit to her daughter who has more control over you than your own fucking parents combined & act like your gonna do something whenever I offend you. Let me make it abundantly clear for you Thena. You’re a passed around play thing that’s only a good fuck when someone’s frustrated or just in general horny. The only reason why you’re here right now is because we have pity for you. But keep in mind that you will never be me, you will never have Cody & own him the way I do & you are not a goddamn Ricci because if you were, You’d bring some shame to this goddamn family & business.” Cody grabbed Sasha’s shoulder pulling her away “That’s enou-“ she looked at him and snickered looking at him up and down before turning her attention back to Athena “Get out of my face Athena.”

She huffed and puffed looking around for defense but everyone sat silent besides Marianna. She was smirking sitting on the table dangling her fingers at her and blowing her a kiss mouthing the words ‘Bye Bye’ before Randy gave her a look and a light pat on the thigh as a warning to stay out of this. Cody glared over at Sasha “What the fuck was that?” She raised a brow “I was putting her in her place what do you mean ‘What the fuck was that’ Cody?” He scoffed shaking his head “Seriously? Telling her that she’s all good for sex & how she will never mean anything to me?” Sasha glared and crossed her arms before rolling her neck side to side while letting out a breathy laugh “Of course you’d be the type to carve your fucking name on my body & have me do the same to yours and proceed to tell me I own you as much as you own me just for you to defend Athena & stick your dick back down her throat.” She spat her harsh words at him while Marianna furrowed her brows and almost spoke up against Cody to defend her bestfriend but Randy gave her another look before Sasha scoffed “Fuck you Cody. You’re just as much of a whore as she is.” Seth watched his sister storm off while Cody turned to him for defense but he shook his head “You can’t just cut your name into my sisters skin & expect her to not have a little bit of possessiveness over you towards someone who’s been a problem like this for over 4 years.”

Cody furrowed his brows before walking off towards Athenas room to formally & privately apologize on Sasha’s behalf but realized Sasha saw as she was walking towards the front door & stared directly at him before picking up a pair of keys from the bowl that laid next to the door where people often put their wallet, Keys or even other things before entering the house completely Cody’s face dropped & soon sprinted down the stairs but she was out of the house. Already in the drive way with a key & walking towards the car Cody had owned which meant it was luxurious “Don’t you do it Goddamnit!” He shouted as everyone followed behind him but Sasha also noticed a bat that laid next to a bush & immediately went off to go grab it “Sasha knock it off!” Barbra shouted pushing past Cody & Seth & went to stop her daughter but she was faster & immediately smashed the bat into gis windshield and pointed it in his direction “I’m sick of your fucking games Cody! I’m sick of you acting like I mean something to you but then when I hurt your little fuck toys feelings by calling her out on what she is I’m such a fucking problem!” She shouted while Cody rushed towards her & tried grabbing out for her wrist but she immediately slammed the bat into the hood of his car

“Sasha knock it off & talk to me about this like a grown fucking woman!” “FUCK YOU! I showed you my vulnerability I let you CARVE your name into my skin & you just continue to fuck me over!” She screamed at him & eventually Randy leaned into Mari’s ear as the two shouted at each other “Do what you need to do.” She nodded at him and walked towards Sasha pushing Cody away “You need to leave her alone & just stop fucking talking. You’ve done enough.” She warned him while turning to Sasha & looking at her with a soft expression and taking the bat & keys away from her as gently as possible “c’mere..” Sasha then finally let her walls down for her best friend and cried on her shoulder while Cody stood in guilt before she saw Athena walk out which brought back all of that rage & make Sasha shove past Mari & get in Athena’s smug face “What kind of fucking friend are you!? This isn’t even about Cody this was about You & Me and our friendship and how you fucked that up & if you didn’t wanna be friends the. FINE because I don’t wanna fucking be your friend.” Marianna frowned & held Sasha’s shoulder before making her walk past everyone & go back inside. The two sat down on the staircase & Mari just held Sasha who was crying with frustration & confusion “I’m s-so sick of it! He puts me through hell & now she’s fucking him!? W-What the fuck Mari! When is it gonna end!” She sniffled while the brunette frowned running her hands down Sasha’s back.

Barbra breathed heavily & diverted her stare onto Athena “Was this your doing? Did you cause this damn fight!?” Athena stood there in shock & held her mouth agape while Barbra slammed her hands against her chest pushing her down onto the ground “You have a lot of nerve to come into this business, this family & make MY daughters life hell when she came to you with welcoming arms.” She scolded while Athena stayed speechless. Randy gently held Barbs arm “Don’t. It’s not worth yelling for.” She looked over at him & nodded while looking back over at the man who caused her daughter heartbreak “Your a pathetic excuse for a man.” She spat harsh words at him before turning & kicking Athena out of her way before walking inside to comfort her child.

Weeks after that Cody suffered in silent treatment from not only his bestfriend Seth but also Sasha. She wouldn’t even argue with him & annoy him like she usually does, it was as if she pretended he wasn’t there. One night she sat on the porch after dinner & drank out of her single wine bottle.

6 years ago…

Sasha & Cody sat together on the pier of Miami beach enjoying each others embrace while she swirled the promise ring he gave her many months ago around her finger she just pushed 19 & him 20, for the last 3 years they had been dating after meeting each other in high-school. They were so well connected to each other & related on many a things throughout their relationship. Their families were both within a fucked up mafia like business. When both of them couldn’t handle the way their lifestyles worked some days they were the only people that could comfort one another.

She leaned her head against his shoulder tracing shoulders against his back while he held her close just as the sun was setting & reflecting off of the ocean “One day I’m gonna get us out of here Sash’ I’m gonna get us out of here, start a new life somewhere quiet & calm and put a permanent ring on that finger.” She smiled looking up at him & interlocked her hand with his “You think we’ll love each other like this forever Codes?” She was such a sweet girl, her voice soft & relaxed, “I know we will sweet girl, for as long as we both live.”

If only it were true, after the sun officially set he took her home 2 hours after her curfew & she laughed as he tried climbing through her window as easy as she did “Cody we could’ve gone through the door.” He shook his head chuckling as he finally made it through her window before holding her waist “Your mom would’ve killed me if she saw me walk through that door especially when we’re getting here fashionably late for your curfew baby y’know this.” She smiled shrugged and pressing her gentle kiss against his lips “I love you Cody.” “I love you more angel, forever and always.”

She was so love sick for him that a month after that night where he broke up with her she changed forever, she was never able to love anyone the way she loved her Cody. She felt broken & lost without him and slowly began to resent & hate him for the way he left this affect on her

Present Day..

She felt Cody’s presence behind her & turned around a bit before looking away while he sighed sitting down next to her “What happened to us Sash?” He asked softly and looked at her while she avoided the eye contact “It wasn’t supposed to be like this sweetheart, WE weren’t supposed to be like this.” Sasha looked over at him & put her hair up while he kept talking “It was a stupid mistake the way we ended things sash’ we had a good thing going on & I just fucked it all up instead of fighting harder” Sasha shook her head “Maybe we just weren’t meant to be together Cody. We would’ve ended up in this current situation together or not.” He frowned shaking his head “Baby don’t say that..” Sasha scowled at the pet name “Don’t call me that.” She warned, Cody sighed and tried grabbing ahold of her hand but she got up & started walking back inside the house & hid herself away into her bedroom while her phone was ringing. Roman.

She picked up the call & swiftly shut her door locking it behind her “Have you thought over my offer yet Doll?” She hummed, A few nights ago Roman had gotten in touch offering her a place within his own gig within the drug business & utter control over anything she wanted unlike what she had in her family’s business. She wouldn’t have to face Cody everyday, she wouldn’t have to put up with Athena’s bullshit, it was like starting a clean slate. “I have. I would like to take up your offer.” She heard his devious chuckle before he told her she was to be expected at his manor by the morning & hung up.

She made her way downstairs into her mother & Randy’s office & gave them an update on Roman calling her as they had already knew about his offer, “If you feel comfortable enough going through with the plan then I’ll allow you to make your way over there tomorrow & do what you need to do..” Randy spoke as he leaned his entire body weight on his desk. Randy & Barbra had been told about this stunt Roman was pulling on Sasha and they had decided to make a plan by having her “go through with the offer” & turning on him just to get the information the Ricci’s needed on Roman.

Cody leaned against the wall near the office listening in & once Sasha finished her discussion with Randy & her mother and she walked out Cody grabbed her arm and walked off while she smacked his hand “What the fuck?! Cody let me go! I don’t have time for any of your games damnit!” He wouldn’t budge & dragged her outside into the backyard “What the fuck was that about Sasha?” She glared in confusion “Oh your fucking eavesdropping now?” He nodded putting his hands in his hips hooking his fingers against the belt wrapped around his pants “Yes, Yes I fucking am because I heard a very familiar name & I’m pretty sure it was Romans, Sasha for the love of fucking god don’t go through with this dumb shit it’s going to end horribly.” She crossed her arms as she grimaced at him “I’m getting really sick of you trying to control my own decisions Cody, Seriously, it’s fucking annoying.” Cody smacked his hands against his legs and paced in a circle for a quick minute trying to speak but she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt “Shut your mouth for 1 damn minute & save me the goddamn scolding of a life time okay? I’m going through with the plan and your not stopping me.” She shoved him out of her way and made her way back inside

Sasha spent the next day going over some things with Roman & getting used to the new atmosphere. Her gut tried telling her this was a horrible idea but she refused to listen. Roman sat her down in an office and cleared his throat. “We know you killed one of my men Doll. And usually I don’t appreciate that disrespect but I noticed that you are damn good at your job. I want you to be one of my hitmen, interrogators & top sellers. How does that sound?” She tilted her head “What’s in it for me?” He hummed digging through his desks drawers & then slammed a stack of cash on the table in her face “10,000 dollars each kill, sound good enough for you?” She picked up and flicked her thumb against the cash & jotted her head in his direction “20,000” “Deal.” She smiled & stood up & Shook his hand “A deals a deal.” Roman grinned before running his hand down her cheek “Your going to be the greatest addition to this business. You will not be taken for granted Sasha. Let’s put the past behind us starting today yeah?”

Randy was blowing up her phone for an update but she didn’t pick up. In fact this is where they started to not hear from her for 3 whole weeks. Everyone tried contacting Sasha but it was radio silence on her part so..Seth ended up calling roman to make a fair deal over some drug sale & had set a meeting place in a parking garage but she knew it was their way of trying to get her back as the realization hit for them that Sasha was actually going through with the offer Roman gave her.

Roman & Sasha waited in the parking garage for this “drug deal” but just as one of their cars began pulling in she grabbed Romans shoulder softly as she slowly realized it was only one of them attending this deal & that gave her the confirmation she needed that they were indeed trying to get her back. “You go home. I know their tricks & pawns. Let me deal with this alright?” Roman huffed thinking about it before giving in & following her directions stepping into his car & driving off. Just as the black Porsche pulled into a stop & parked in between the two white lines Cody got out of the car while Sasha stood her ground, hands in the pockets of her leather jacket while he sighed “Really Sasha? Turning on us now? Is that what Ricci’s do?” She shrugged “I don’t know. But since you like to act like your a Ricci when you’re not how by the way, about you tell me that yourself Cody, do we do that?” He winced at her words & dramatically put a hand over his chest “Your words truly hurt me sweetheart.” He spoke in a sarcastic tone.

“Why are you doing this Sasha, seriously, why? Your smarter than this yet your acting like a fucking dumbass turning your back on us for someone who’s going to turn his back on you. She clenched her jaw as she observed his body language & every detail of his face “He has more to offer to me than any of you, I mean seriously Cody, do you understand how fucked it is for your mother to know how badly her daughters first love broke her but yet still recruits him? That’s pretty fucked if I do say so myself but you wouldn’t understand because your ego’s as high as the clouds and your head is busy shoved up your own ass you don’t even realize how much your presence itself affects me.” Cody frowned before looking down and running his fingers against his jaw. He nodded looking up trying to reach his hand out to her but immediately she acted fast

Just as he stepped a few inches closer Sasha pulled a pistol out of her coat & pressed it against his head with a plain face “Not another step.” She said slowly as he chuckled with an amused smile on his head “That’s a new move. Go on Sasha. Since you apparently have the balls to pull a gun on me now do it. Shoot me.” Sasha froze at his words but eventually noticed he was being dead serious. “You have the guts to pull a gun on me then you must have the guts to shoot me right? Go on sweetheart, pull the trigger, right here, right now.”

She glared as he placed his hand over hers & scooted her finger towards the trigger “Do. It.” Fuck.

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Kitty-Cat Part 5

Ettore X (Neuro-Divergent Reader)

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Word Count: 1,332

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Warnings: mild violence, drug use (I guess?), Dubious Consent, smut. Cockwarming(Kinda?)

You wake up the next morning or you think it's morning. It's supposed to be anyway.

You're still a bit sore, but you make your way down to the cafeteria closely following Boyse. You can feel tension in the air. Somethings up.

Something bad is happening

You get your tray of food and sit down next to Boyse. As always, she is rubbing your cheek as she eats and talks with some of the other inmates. Ettore continues to sit alone at the far table, but today, there is something different about him. A twinkle in his eye and a small smirk that seems to stay in place on his face.

What are you thinking about?

You all finish your morning meal and head off to your assignments. You are assigned to work with tchemy in the garden. You like working in the garden. It reminds you a bit of earth. It's the only thing on the ship that doesn't look mechanical.

You make your way to the garden. Tchemy hasn't arrived yet, and since he typically tells you what to do, you patiently wait for him to arrive. Time keeps passing, and still no Tchemy. Something is wrong, you know it.

You enter back into the ship to see if you can find him, although the second you enter, you hear screaming voices.

Your anxiety goes into hyper drive when the loudest voice you hear belongs to none other than Boyse.

This is bad. Very, very bad

When you find the source of the noise you are horrified. Ettore is on the floor smiling up at Boyse with a bloody nose, the blood trailing down into his mouth. Monte and Tchemy are trying to hold Boyse back.

"You didn't hear what he said! I'm gonna kill him!" Boyse screams angrily while she thrashes about trying to free herself.

You stand there looking down at the scene. You start to ferociously rub your face into your shoulder when dibs finally arrives.

"Bring her to my office!" She orders Monte and Tchemy.

"Let me go!" Boyse continues to thrash about desperate to free herself as Monte and Tchemy start to drag her towards dibs' office.

Ettore looks away from Boyse, still laughing, and sets his eyes on you. He still has that twinkle in his eye.

What are you up to?

"Ettore, my office. Let's look at that nose, " dibs says while looking down at him.

He nods and gets up, still smiling, looking rather pleased with himself.

After that the rest of the day went by in a kind of haze. Your anxiety was through the roof and you have had to self sooth all day.

Boyse was medicated and strapped to her bunk for "the safety of others" for attacking Ettore.

Ettore's nose was treated, and he was released to continue his duties. This was another example of how dibs favors the male inmates over their female counterparts.

When it is time for sleep, you are extremely agitated. Self soothing is not your specialty. Without Boyse, you really didn't have a choice. At dinner, Tchemy tried to help you, but it freaked him out, and he stopped.

You and the other girls enter your room. Boyse is already in there strapped to her bunk above yours and knocked out cold.

You crawl into your bunk and stare up at the bottom of Boyse's. You close your eyes, attempting to sleep.

You can hear every little thing as if it is being blasted into your ears at full volume, the light hum of the ship, the breathing of the sleeping girls around you, the scratching noise of the sheets against your skin anytime you make a slight movement.

Sleep brain sleep.

Eyes still closed hands by your sides, you feel it. There's a shift in the energy. Where it was loud just moments ago suddenly everything seems so very quiet. Too quiet.

You roll your head to the left and open your eyes. There he is. Ettore once again in his sleep shorts leaning up against the door frame. Eyes locked on you. You bring your hand back up toward your face and start to stroke your cheek only this time he doesn't stay in the door way.

He swiftly and quietly makes his way over to your bunk. He takes a peak up at Boyse knocked out and a small smile lights up his face for just a moment.

When he looks back at you, that smile is gone and replaced with a look of hunger. He pulls back the sheet that covers you and looks your body up and down twice, then crouches down beside your bed.

He gently caresses your cheek with the tips of his fingers.

"You're gonna be a good kitty for me, yeah?"

Yes

You close your eyes and nuzzle into his hand, not making a sound other than the little purring noises you usually do.

He pulls your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs and off your ankles in one fluid motion.

You falter for a moment, feeling the cold chill opening your eyes and looking down at yourself.

"Shhhh kitty," he spreads your legs apart, placing himself between them. You stare directly into his eyes with a questioning gaze.

He pushes your head back against the pillow and lays down on top of you stroking your cheek.

"Just take what I give you and keep quiet"

With that, he hikes your legs up so your knees are pointing up and your feet are flat against the mattress. He pulls his sleep shorts down to his mid thighs and quickly and roughly enters you.

You let out a squeak, and he quickly places his hand over your mouth. He puts his nose to your cheek and starts to nuzzle.

"Shhh kitty shhh"

You begin to calm and nuzzle back, so he begins to move in and out of you slowly. He removes his hand from your mouth and then pulls his face back.

He pulls himself off your chest, situating himself on his knees, grabbing your hips and pulling you toward him. Then he begins to pound into you, the only noise being the light squeaking of the bed and his slightly labored breathing.

Just take it

His hands grip your hips tightly, and his eyes are glued to where your bodies connect.

You close your eyes and start to lose yourself in the sensations you're feeling. What started off as an uncomfortable stinging and feeling of fullness has begun to morph into something else. Something that feels good.

Ettore removes his left hand from your hip and shoves it up your shirt, grabbing at your breast roughly. The pain and roughness seem to increase the pleasure that is starting to coil in your stomach.

You open your eyes and look at him, his eyes are closed, and his jaw is slack as his pace begins to falter. He takes his hand out of your shirt and pushes your legs up from under your thighs, and pushes them up against your stomach fucking you harder and deeper than before. He grips your thighs so tightly that it hurts but feels good at the same time when his eyes finally open, he's not looking at you he is looking up at nothing. His breathing is harsh, and just watching him experience his pleasure has a pressure building in your lower stomach you are unfamiliar with.

He squeezes your thighs really tight and stiffens inside you before you feel a warm sensation within you .

"Ahhh," he says quietly as he drops your legs back down and lowers himself on your chest again, trying to regulate his breathing. He doesn't pull out, just resting on top of and inside you. His head is next to yours, and he is breathing into the crook of your neck. You nuzzle your face into his, and he lets out a chuckle.

"You really are the perfect little pet"

Part 6

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I TOLD you all my last post wouldn't be the last I rambled about the Buttercubs band AU. I wanna talk about some of the characters more because they will NOT leave my brain !!!! (As I mentioned, this isn't just my AU, fellow creators will be tagged at the bottom)

Specifically I wanna talk about Doc. I mentioned him briefly last post, and even though this AU focuses mainly on the Buttercubs, a LOT (if not all) of the side characters have their own storylines and arcs and are just generally all fleshed out really well. I won't list all of the characters here lol, mainly because there's a lot and more might be added as time goes, plus I've got a big ol' google doc I'm working on organizing, but a character list will be made eventually!!

Anyways. Doc. In this, as mentioned, Doc is a goat/creeper hybrid. One of his arms is mechanical and so is, like, most of the left half of his face. He's also SCARILY tall, coming in at like, 7 feet tall, about. He's got sharp canines and he's hard to read and he's just weird. He doesn't know how to express emotions well, he has bad tone control, he has a hard time being vulnerable. Most of this comes from just.... being how he is. The world isn't kind to different things, especially when that thing was born with sharp teeth and horns. Maybe in subtle ways, maybe in obvious ways, the world has always reminded Doc that he's not like them. He's different and Other, even when he was a kid and he wasn't half machine he was still odd. He made creeper sounds when upset, he gnawed on things that he shouldn't have (cans, wood, cloth, etc. He IS part goat, after all), he stared and smiled with all his teeth. My point is, he's spent nearly all his life being Othered, and then suddenly he's half machine, and it all gets worse, because he's not Human (that's been made abundantly clear to him), he's not Machine, he's some ugly mix of the two that people only call monsterous. And maybe he's fine with it, or he tells himself he is, because he's acted okay with it for this long- he even leans into it a LOT.

But that's so distinctly not what Doc wants. Sure, he doesn't get bothered when someone says it, but late at night, in the moments he won't tell anyone about, he does wish he could just be... soft. It's all he wants; Doc isn't scared of murderers or ghosts or anything ordinary quite as much as he's scared of how badly he wants to be soft. And, if you remember, I mentioned that he and Grian dated for a few months while they were in Uni (which I could make a whole post about that era on its own). And it wasn't... great... for them, to say the least. Not that they were abusive or anything like that! They just both had undiagnosed/untreated bpd and that heavily influenced the relationship. Doc wanted (still wants) something steady and strong and stable and gentle and domestic, he wants his love to feel slow and warm and dependable. But he'd never gotten that, so this was brand-new to him and he had no frame of reference. Grian, at the time, was going through hell and back because of his family, and the only two things keeping him even remotely stable/grounded was Mumbo (because Mumbo was always going to be there for Grian, no matter what) and Uni, and Grian was clingy and needy because all of the love he had experience in the past was ripped away. And then Grian met Doc, someone who matched his intense energy, and they collieded in a firey explosion of messy emotions and unhealthy attachments. Grian would collapse, sobbing, into Doc's arms, tearing into him with claws because that's the only way Grian felt secure, and Doc would hold on tight and talk him down despite the nagging feeling that this wasn't right. And Grian's avoidant-attachment issues were acting up, so all he could do was hold Doc's hand and keep him at arms length. And when it finally ends, Doc never blames Grian, and it all goes inward, and he sits there and he wonders if, maybe, if he'd been different, if he'd been anyone else, if he'd been better, maybe it would have turned out okay. Maybe that was what love was supposed to be like! This was all Doc had experienced in the way of love, so maybe it was all like this, this was all he could get, this was the best it ever got.

That was years ago. Now, they're both doing well for themselves- better, anyways. As well as they can be, of course. Grian's with his band, and Doc... well, Doc sort of stopped looking for anything after Uni. He focused on his redstone, his music, anything other than what happened and finding something better. He and Grian are still friends, they're close, Doc is friends with all the Buttercubs at this point. Then, Doc meets Ren. He's not sure when, or how. He just knows that there was life before Ren, then life with Ren. He can't remember the in-between period. And Ren is made of soft ears and hands and he's social and kind and funny and interesting. And Doc... well, he's Doc, he's made of sharp teeth and claws and horns and it doesn't matter that Ren wiggled his way into Doc's heart like it was nothing, because what's the point of doing anything about his little crush? He only borught it up at all because Grian pushed him to. And! Ren feels the same! And Doc wants, more than anything, he wants to make this work. It's about someone who's been told they're a monster all their life, who's begun to lean into it because if the world will flinch when you smile then why try and fight it? It's about the monster meeting someone who's not scared, who should be scared because everyone else has always been, but they are not and they see the world in this person. It's about soft paws holding deadly claws and realizing that the paws have claws too. It's about realizing that if someone like this, someone as beautiful as this can love you as you are, then maybe it doesn't matter what the world has thought. It's about finding someone who has sharp teeth and doesn't flinch when you smile.

(fellow au creators: @las--nevadas @pndrax)

[topgun-imagines]

— Whumptober 2023—

hey everyone! this year, i've decided to participate in the 'whumptober' event. the whole inspiration behind my take on this event is based on @topguncortez and her whumptober masterlist. you can check it out here! just a reminder that while i am participating in this event, i have a life outside of tumblr as well.

on that note, here are the rules:

-one topic will be assigned to one character which will take place on one of the 31 days. there will not be more than one character per day.

- a list of prompts can be found below. you may submit a request for a character and a certain prompt. however, if that prompt has already been filled, unfortunately, it will go to the first request. once a prompt has been filled, it will be crossed out.

- here is a list of the character that i write for. please view this before you request as some have been added that I haven’t yet wrote for.

- the masterlist for this event will be kept a secret until later on. i'd like to keep it a surprise which pilot gets which prompt :)

- asks for each day won’t be answered publicly but the day will be crossed out immediately after the ask is received

- days/titles may change depending on what i end up writing at certain times.

- and lastly, i have final say on which prompt goes with which pilot and is posted on which day. please respect this.

— Prompts —

1. Beautiful Sorrow

Flowers | Gravesite | Widowed

2. Famous Last Words

Death I Wounds | Coughing up blood

3. No Mistakes

Parental abuse | perfectionist | alcoholism

4. Fall From Grace

Cheating | Love triangle | Divorce

5. Head Above Water

Drowning | Thalassophobia | Overwhelmed

6. Part Of Me

Miscarriage | "It's all my fault" | Blood

7. Push And Pull

Friends with benefits | Unrequited love | Conflicted

8. Pick Your Family

Disowned | Homophobia | "Why can't you love me?"

9. Pins And Needles

Paralysis | Disability | Arguments

10. Blood In The Water

Death | Ejection | Guilt

11. Darkest Hour

Self harm | “You can't leave me like this" | Ambulance

12. Take It All Back

Arguments | Break-ups | Age gap

13. The Company We Keep

Abandonment | Death | Suicidal thoughts

14. I Remember Everything

Unrequited love | Drinking | "Stay. Just till the sun rises"

15. Cut Me Open

Experimentation | Torture | Surgery

16. The Feeling Of Floating

Drugging | Rape | Fear

17. Heart Of Ice

Hypothermia | Flatline | Confession of feelings

18. Make You Whole

Amputee | "I can't make you whole" | Anxiety

19. Bottom Of The Bottle

Alcoholism | Death | Depression

20. The Art Of Pain

Cutting | Self harm | Blood

21. Sleep When You're Dead

Insomnia | Anxiety | Nightmares

22. Touch Of A Feather

Nerve damage | Hospitals | Outbursts

23. Angel Like You

"I'm everything they said I would be" | Death | Grief

24. Picture Perfect

Mental breakdown | Panic attack | Anxiety

25. Broken

Infertility | Arguments | Break-ups

26. Don’t You Trust Me?

Rape | Fear | Loss of trust

27. Sinking Sun

Cancer | Final goodbye | Death

28. Agony

Parental abuse | Burns | Beating

29. Gambling Man

Betting | Secrets | Arguments

30. Never Had A Chance

Religion | Homophobia | Fear

31. Break Me

Unrequited love | Toxic | Self-doubt

— Thank You! —

[jamneuromain]

Water Bottle, Straw, and Lip Gloss

Andy Barber x You (Reader)

College AU, Teacher-Student Relationship, Professor Andy Barber, Student Reader, Fluff, mostly fluff, a lil humor maybe, talk about sex, Age Gap (implied), Dom/Sub relationship, pet names

Summary: Andy thought of ways of enforcing his rule of "drinking water" to you... would you be glad to accept it?

A/N: Happens right after the full story of Wishful Thinking. A drabble that is very much inspired by @rogerswifesblog/@rogerswifesblog-updates <3 when we talked about this post (which also goes a little to the Wishful Thinking Chapter 5).

I completed this on 4th Jul., but I'm waiting till now bc this is my birthday and I wish I would have an Andy (not my Prof obvi but) a daddy bf next year <3

Dancing in the Daydream (M. List)

Andy is very thorough on the aspect of drinking water. He demands that you have at least a Liter of water every day and is determined that he watches you drink most of the time.

The sixth glass of water at the end of the day, not counting the 500 ml bottle he handed you in the afternoon, is making you frown.

“Andy-” You try to whine yourself out of it.

“Nuh-uh.” He nudges the glass closer, “Drink. Before bed.”

Stupid dom-sub relationship. You fume. Showing every bit of reluctance as you gulp down the bland, tasteless, not even bubbly water.

“That’s my good girl.” He takes the empty glass and kisses you on top of your head.

“That tastes like… nothing.” You complain, wrapping your arms around your knees, “Can’t I have some taste in water? At least?”

Andy muses. He knows you are not a big fan of drinking. But he isn’t going to let your skin and lips get all dry and still insist that you are fine. One Liter of water doesn’t even meet the standards of an average adult.

“Tastes aren’t supposed to be in the water.” He pecks your damp lips, “Water is healthy for you.”

You purse your lips. You never quite liked the feeling of water remaining on your skin, or your lips, for that matter. Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you mutter, “I think a sprinkler truck just ran over my tongue.”

“What’s that?” Andy pretends he didn’t hear you, “Oh, you want trucker daddy for roleplay tonight?”

“Oh screw you -” You lie down in an instant, pull the cover above your head, and play dead.

“Careful not to suffocate yourself, sweetheart.” He laughs, heading to the kitchen to clean the glass and soon back to bed with you.

As he is heading to the kitchen, he was reminded of the empty coffee cup on the counter. The cup you took home right after today’s lecture, for which he scolds you slightly not to replace water with coffee.

But the straw and the cup do ring a bell for him.

If he can’t make the water more tasteful – as it is water after all – he could do something else to make the drinking process more entertaining.

“A cup and a straw? Andy … ” You laugh so hard that your eyes blur with tears.

Andy has a smug smile on his face because of what he has done. In the decent box and decent wrapping paper, there is an orange translucent water bottle. Tiny white clouds are painted on the side of the bottle. It looks perfectly normal from the outside, with a piece of cardboard stuffed inside to keep it dry. Only when you pop the lid up, do you see that there’s a soft plastic straw connecting the top of the bottle to, which you guess, the bottom of the bottle.

There’s another straw, a blue firm-plastic one, with twirls in the middle and a pair of wings that makes the top of the crooked straw look like a flamingo.

A blue flamingo.

“Now you have it, you know, you can use it to drink water.” Andy shrugs like he’s one of the high school boys who pretend that they are super chill about everything that ever exists in the world. Except that he’s smiling. His blue eyes glinting with a touch of warmth and a ton of amusement. “Thought it would be more interesting with the, ahem, this cup.”

“I will.” You kiss his plump lips that hide behind his beautiful beard, smiling too, “very considerate, Professor Barber. Thank you for this birthday present. I like it a lot.”

A few weeks later...

Andy is in the bedroom, organizing the suits he needs to send to dry-clean when he hears your sweet voice calling him: “Andy dear, would you mind coming to the study for a bit?”

You sound a little sketchy, because you never use the term “Andy dear”, or “would you mind” with him. That sounds way too polite for both of you.

Still, he steps into the study. He can’t read your expressions, however, because your whole face was blocked by the huge computer screen in his study.

“Anything you need?” He puts his hands in his pockets, completely unaware of what you need him with.

“Oh yeah.” You lean your body over the large mahogany desk, turning the screen to him. Now he can see your face. Your lips purse into a tight line that is nothing close to the sweet voice you just used.

Oh crap.

What has he done?

“Care for an explanation? Andy dear?” The sweet voice now sounds like the sugary slick that flesh-eating plants produce to lure insects into the palm of their hands, or leaves, or whatever. He knows he’s in deep trouble, especially with the small vein pumping on the corner of your forehead.

Andy visibly gulps. His eyes turn to the large screen, on which you “considerately” point the mouse to what you were just referring to.

You nail nearly taps on the screen, the few words that seem perfectly normal in purple. His search history, “ANDY???”

Bottles for kids that don’t like to drink

Water bottle for kids

Reusable see-through straw for kids

Reusable straw for kids

Straw for kids

“What the fuck is this, ANDY???” You look at the screen when you pull out the website of what the search of “reusable see-through straw for kids” would lead to.

A fucking blue flamingo plastic straw.

Okay. He’s in deep shit.

“Listen, sweetheart-” “Don’t you sweetheart me!” “It’s just a joke! No wait, that doesn’t sound right too…” “Kids??? Andy??? KIDS BOTTLE??? FOR KIDS?????” You can barely contain your voice, and not the happy kind of voice.

“If you could just give me a second so I can talk myself out of this-”

You seriously look like a growling lion and Andy wishes he could slap himself when he blurts out what he thinks. He has pissed you off real bad.

“Yeah right. Kids, Andy? That what I am to you?” You slap your palm on the table, only that you used too much force and it hurts too much, so you quickly hide you palm beneath the surface.

“You’re my baby…?”*

You look at him with a poker face. Clenching and unclenching your jaw.

Highly unpleased.

Andy puts up his hand as if surrendering, taking a small step back, “You said it yourself that the straw with little wings was fun. I mean, it’s not that… unforgivable… right?” A few dry chuckles follow.

You take a long deep breath, rubbing your reddened palm with your other hand below the table surface, huffing, “You know what? I’m so mad I don’t want to talk right now.” You glare at him with your death stare, “And I’m going to order Bobba with extra syrup and cream tops this afternoon.”

Looking as if you’ll kill him should he argues otherwise.

Sugar will always help ease your tensed mind.

As you slurp bobba tea with extra bobba in the living room, Andy uses some lame excuse to come to the joint between kitchen and the living room, somewhat relieved to see that the kid straw is still in place right where it belongs, in the utensil racks near the fridge.

“What?!” Your eyes are throwing daggers at him, sensing his lips murmuring some words.

“So… the fun straw… stays?” He asks with uncertainty, scratching his chin – the typical move when he’s disturbed or awkward. Obviously the latter one in this case.

“Get out of my sight before I change my mind.” You pull a long face, answering reluctantly.

“The fun bottle too?”

“ANDY!”

You didn’t reject his puppy eyes along with the cuddles after dinner, playing some random reality show on the TV. None of you are truly interested in what’s playing on the screen. This is just you spending some time together, without having to pay attention to the background noise.

Andy fake coughs to capture your attention, as you curl up and lay your head on his chest, getting almost sleepy because of the carbs you’ve had for dinner tonight.

“I know you are upset. But could you please tell me why?” His thumb circles your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

This is his peace offering. You are not going to let that chance slip away. Also, you are not that angry, just a little angry.

You use what you use best, giving an example to explain your anger to him, absent-mindedly watching the boring drama on the screen, “What would you think if I tell you the milk in our fridge is made out of infant milk powder?”

“Okay. Ouch. Fair.” Andy agrees, suddenly realization, or more like a terrible idea strikes him, “Wait, no, it’s not, right?”

Dumb Andy. “God, you go to the grocery shopping with me all the time! How could you – I drink that too, just in case you forget.” You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Of course, they are not made out of powdered milk. Plus, you could at least tell me when you were handing me the gift, instead of finding it out myself.”

Which is truly the reason why you are mad.

You are always the type to rather live with knowledge and painful truth than knowing nothing and live a happy life. Andy is, no doubt, aware of this side of you, since the last big event happened in your life is largely caused from his intentional withheld information and dishonesty.

You promised each other to be honest. Not that every detail of your daily life should be disclosed to the other one, but important decisions and feelings should be shared, especially when you are in a relationship that contains elements of D/S.

Clearly, your dear boyfriend needs a reminder every once in a while.

Andy kisses the top of your head, muttering his apology, “I’m sorry baby. I swear I won’t keep anymore secrets even if the truth will piss you off.”

“Thank you, Andy. I’d appreciate that.” You nod, telling him that you accept his apology.

“In that case I should also probably tell you that I accidentally broke your vial of lip gloss two weeks ago and I bought you a new one.” Andy winces, the weight on your shoulder also moves away for a little.

“You WHAT???” You quickly scoot away, seeing that his facial expression a mixture of awkwardness and nervousness, adjusting your voice accordingly, “You. What?”

“Sorry.” He shrugs his shoulders together, crossing his arms in front of his chest, looking like he’s afraid of you biting his head off.

“Fucking hell I know that vial lasted way too long! I thought it was because I haven’t put on lip gloss for a while and there was still a lot in the bottle!” You grumble, “I’m ordering bobba tomorrow too. The death of my last vial of lip gloss is too much of a devastating news for me.”

“Whatever you want.” Andy agrees in the blink of an eye, leaning his body to you, saying the sincerest words ever, “I’m so sorry babe-”

“Oh you will be-” You prance in his direction, attacking the ticklish spot on the side of his waist.

“Whatever you want but that!” Andy announces and leaps away. As you put on your slippers and start a chasing war in the kitchen and living room, Andy dashes in the speed that beats you by a few seconds, always able to slip out of your grasp as you think you could get him.

“ANDREW STEPHEN BARBER you get back here!” You yell when he’s on the other side of the table, jumps and slides over the counter as you run around the large marble surface.

“I won’t unless you stop trying to tickle me!” He yells back, grabbing the couch pillow to block your attacks.

A few minutes later, you both are too tired to move a muscle, both lying on the couch, out of breath.

Andy throws aside the pillow on his stomach, his chest heaving up and down, “Okay that was not the kind of exercise I was expecting when cooking dinner.”

You are also too sore and overworked to grab his waist, even he’s only lying three feet away from you, “Oh shush. You’re not having that kind of exercise in forever.”

“Forever seems like a long time, how about an hour?”

“Not a chance.”

“An hour and a half? 50% chance?”

“Will you please get your head out of your pants?

“Sure. Sure.” You know what his “sure sure” means. And this is absolutely his “I say it but I don’t mean it” voice. But you are going to let it go.

Like the way you don’t mean it either when you agree with him on whether Jazz apples or Pink Lady apples have more nutrition.

They are just apples! But he likes Jazz so you’ll buy Jazz. No big deal.

“Jesus. Do we have a yearbook or something? I’m gonna vote Professor Andy Barber as the most unfuckable Professor of the Year.” You groan. All the running and sprinting burn out all your mood of doing anything exciting. In any sense.

“And in your pants later?”

You bury your face in his shoulders and sigh, slightly annoyed, “Fucking Christ. NO! God I’m gonna turn your horny switch off. Do you leave your horny switch on all day? No wonder you’re always trying to lure me to bed.”

“Right here.” Pointing at his lips.

You crane your neck to place a small kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Hmm. I don’t think the switch feels it. Maybe a few more kisses would do the trick.” He peeks at your expression, boldly asking for more with a lop-sided smile.

You reply with another kiss, “I think your switch is broken and needs to be sent back to the original manufacturer.”

Andy tuts, shaking his head, “Too bad. Once sold, can’t be returned.”

“Can I at least get a refund?”

“Refund? How about a re-lationship?”

You chuckle, but only because he’s tickling you when he’s saying the pun, “The pun is terrible.”

“Yeah well, it makes you laugh, so it counts.”

The alarm on his phone goes alive. He checks his phone with a glimpse and kisses your lips again before getting up, heading for the kitchen, returning shortly with your mug.

And that blue flamingo straw with tiny wings.

He jokes unabashedly, mimicking those muppet shows on TV, “One fun cup of water with one fun straw-”

“I’m not a kid anymore, Andy.” Even so, you take the mug and gulp down as fast as you can, before shoving the mug back to his hands.

“Of course.” He smiles, taking the mug and the straw to the sink to wash.

“Thank you.” You thank him, honestly, for not bringing up the fun bottle and fun straw topic anymore.

Andy returns, wiping his hand on a piece of kitchen cloth, can’t even hide the smug grin, which oftentimes means he’s brewing some sinister plan for you, “Since you’re claiming you’re not a kid anymore-” “I am not a kid.” “Right, right.” Andy nods, the annoying “I say it and don’t mean it” voice makes an appearance again, “That means you’re a grown up. And I’ll treat you like a grown up. And as a grown up,” Andy places his hand on the back of your neck, fiddling with the thin silver string on your neck, “you won’t be needing forehead kisses before bed, right?” His blue eyes glinting with mischief and wickedness, sparkling like the brightest sapphire.

Bravo him. Really. Thinking of “not treating you like a kid” and connecting it with “bedtime kisses”.

Jerk. He knows you can’t resist forehead kisses.

“Don’t you fucking dare take that away from me-” You growl. If your eyes can shoot daggers, he would be dead a thousand times by now.

He looks so thoughtful, his index finger and thumb glide over his beard, “Huh. So you are a kid...”

“Take your win for now, Andy.” You put out a grumpy face, “Don’t push your luck.”

Andy caresses your jaw with his damp palm, dropping to his knees to look at you from eye level. His thumb grazing over your wet lips. Sounding so soft. So loving. “All my luck is right here with me. How can I ever push you away?”

Bonus:

Two days after the "kids straw" incident, you receive an Amazon package on your doorstep.

A small box. Palm size.

You don't remember buying anything recently, but it has your name on it.

Probably some subscription you forgot to cancel.

You think it's some small object that you bought, subscribed for delivery in every few months, as you dissemble the cardboard on the outside.

Plus, if you did buy something, Amazon often takes a few days, if not a week for the merchandise to deliver.

You'll check your account later.

You stop the motion to tear the cardboard apart, checking the piece of sticker on the front of the box.

Interesting. It says the package is for Y/N Barber.

You never put your first name on with Andy's last name on. But Andy often does. When he's trying to distinguish the things he bought with those he bought for you, whether it's Amazon delivery or booking a table at a restaurant.

"Y/N Barber". Sounds kind of cute.

So it's a surprise...? You look down at the cardboard in your hand, having almost teared the whole box down.

Won't hurt if you take a look inside.

You peel off the brown packaging paper and -

"YOU BOUGHT ME A SIPPY CUP, ANDY?"

"OH FUCK. I'm sorry I forgot all about it, sweetheart."

"A SIPPY CUP???"

[rearranged-fanfic]

Update (8/26) and A Question to You All

First order of business! Oof, babes. I got jump scared 😅

Friendly reminder to all my A03 homies out there that story bookmarks aren't private by default. You have to check the tiny box on the bottom that marks it as "private", otherwise all your dirty laundry is aired out to the world.

Needless to say, I uhhhh... I offended somebody. They were big mad at my story. Very incensed. I apologize for my poor conduct as an author for the grief I have cause the world at large 🙏🏻

Also, I'm apparently an untrustworthy author and that's funny to me 🥴🫠

I'm not even upset. I'm just a nice little blend of bemused and amused (which are two separate things entirely, though they often get treated as synonyms).

Alright, moving on...

I'm finishing Seaside this weekend. It's almost done. Well, more like halfway. But I can bust out a few thousand more words in *checks watch* four days' time. It's practically a done deal. I'm not at all setting myself up for failure with this strict time constraint.

No siree.

I anticipate having REARRANGED updated by NEXT Friday/Saturday, not this upcoming one. Whether this comes to fruition or not depends entirely on my ability to buckle down and NOT get distracted by my ADHD. I make no solid promises because I'm a disaster person.

The next item on my agenda is Crimson Chapter 3. I've bumped up the chapter count because there was so, so much tsundere!Suguru interacting with Reader-chan that I didn't have the willpower to cut any of it. We now have 4 chapters of our Vampire Knight/JJK fusion AU.... I'm a simp for mean guys, what can I say?

Then another REARRANGED the next week, and the end of Crimson the week after that.

I'm a busy bee this month. But I have so much to catch up on.

Once I finish my two smaller WIPs, I have a maddening desire to break out of the Jujutsu Kaisen fandom for a few smaller side projects while writing REARRANGED. I'm leery, given that JJK is where my main audience is. I wouldn't want to alienate any of my regular readers. I'd still probably do CanonXReader fics because they soothe my self-indulgent needs. But, man, I want to dabble in other fandoms so baaaad.

So, my question to those of you who keep up with my works, are there any characters from this list that you'd like to see more of in the future?

(Keep in mind that this is the distant future. Not until I complete the second arc of REARRANGED at least.)

(*) indicates that this is a fav of mine or I already have an outline/WIP of this character in my documents folder.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (anime/manga)

Rengoku Kyojuro* Douma Akaza

Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (anime/manga)

Hawks/Takami Keigo* Aizawa Shota Togata Mirio* Amajiki Tamaki Kirishima Eijiro

Naruto (anime/manga)

Uchiha Shusui* Uchiha Obito Hatake Kakashi* Shiranui Genma

Final Fantasy XV (videogame)

Prompto Argentum* Cor Leonis Nyx Ulric

Any of those look promising? IDK. It might be fun to write for an even smaller fandom, too. Maybe one of my old fandoms that are near-dead? I like getting out of my comfort zone (sometimes).

Well, I think that's it for this update.

Peace out, my lovelies 🥰😘

[seokjinsonlyone]

most to least likely to end up with someone black

hoseok: idk i just get this feeling this vibe likeeeee it just make sense i see it like the way he carry himself like just look at the chicken noodle soup mv and tell me u can't see it and he literally has a song with j cole and if he in there with coleworld he is def in there wit da fam and then we got the whole time he had tinashe as his lockscreen and we all seen the my universe video like he took ole alien girl home idc idc and overall he just reminds me of my grandma so it make sense

jimin: no limit babe like i've seen this man bark at the thought of usher; and in general this year especially including his album jimin has just really been existing in spaces i didn't expect him to see and i am more than pleasantly surprised. like originally when i first made this he was near the bottom idk why bc he's literally performed to take you down but yeah he def up there now. like y'all remember that photo of him wit da choir for set me free SPEAKING OF SET ME FREE F YA OPPS?1!!1 HENNESSY AT NIGHT⁉️ LIKE IF BLACK PEOPLE HAD A REPRESENTATIVE BRAND OF LIQUOR IT WOULD BE HENNESSY LIKE COME ON and then just his personality is soooo i can't explain why he's all the way up here in this list properly but source: trust me bro

joon: listen we all know that joon be looking and be listening like he has a song with erykah badu with wale with anderson paak he be listening to musiq soulchild he is just made for a black woman (me) but he is a little further down on the list than i expected to put him only bc joon is just so korean and he loves korea and being korean that he might wanna keep it the country idk he definitely down for it tho we know he be looking and frfr this is just insurance for myself so if it don't happen i won't feel publicly played bc i called it but just know imma be somewhere on a ledge with my head in my hands wondering if i should do it or not okay kskslsk

yoon: u know i originally had yoongi near the bottom of the list solely bc he was a workaholic homebody and i was like he is not ending up with nobody much less somebody black if he spent all his time in his studio but now he in his social traveling era and i'm just like 🧐 bc clearly he has the ability to uphold foreign relationships (i.e. max, halsey...) and then i think about how he had all black backup dancers for his tonight show performance like i mean i'm not sure how much say they have in that kind of thing but it felt real deliberate to me and then there's the fact that yoongi just has the ability to look comfortable like he fit in anywhere like i'm thinking of that one photo where he was with one of juicewrld's producers and made homeboy look like he was the outsider in his own studio and then on tour it's clear that he got that dawg in him like he can handle his own he can handle ME which is crazy bc i be looking at men and knowing i'm way out of their depth but i'm telling you yoongi had the power to make me not look at jimin which is an insane ability so I'M JS idk if he would but he fo sho could if he wanted he got that lil poker face going so i'm not extremely confident but i can see it

jungkook: i’m not gon mention the fact that he said he liked girls with healthy sun kissed skin after that trip to la on american hustle life imma just leave that out i’ll also leave out normani at the bbmas what i will talk about is them meeting ms megan now ik jk claiming he ain’t shy no more but he still don’t be saying much except for when he met ms megan homeboy was showing up and showing out dancing talking teaching the choreo cackling for no reason man was grinning from ear to ear whole time nose got the workout of a lifetime from being continuously scrunched ALSO i mention this at least once a week but that r&b playlist he had going while he was folding his underwear???? my naega my naega u ain't listening to bryson tiller unless u is down for the cause but all this to say that it's really up in the air with him like as much as he could there is equal chance that he could not like he just got that pop propensity that sways him to the dark side but i could also see him ending up with someone east asian just as well which is fine with me or at least as fine as i can be knowing he's not with me

jin: as he is a permanent member of my bias line it really do hurt me a small amount that he is at the bottom of this list but i know my man 💅 i know mr “you can’t stop me i’m beyoncé” wouldn’t care about the racial difference at all like as long as y'all could communicate it's good in the hood and he is literally built like a black auntie like he would do so well at family functions rizzing up everybody from yo parents to yo grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins he would fit so well but like can i see it happening in reality??? idk idk he is the most unpredictable man i've ever come across so i can't say nun definitively

tae: there's a lot of reasons why he could why he should like idk man i can just see it in his eyes and then there’s like how much he loves old school soul music and his reaction to h.e.r. at the award show that shall not be named and like how he was meeting john legend and i’m also thinking about how social he is and how he likes to befriend everyone like the potential is there it's right there mind u i'm ignoring the current state of affairs but considering how enamored he is with europe like literally dressed up as a nobleman or whatever for his photobook and when he went to that old people jazz lounge and he is really into golf y'all i just don't see it fr but ya know anything's possible

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``Yes, Your Highness`` Chapter 1: Pretend I'm good at coming up with chapter titles lmao

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King Paul Verlaine, but people just call him king Verlaine simply because it sounded better, was waiting upon the prince, who was notorious for being late for almost everything for one reason or another when it came to his parents, Prince Chuuya.

The king tapped his foot in impatience. 'there should be no reason as to why he is late-' he thought King Rimbaud placed his hand on Verlaine's arm "Patience dear he is a teenager and it is the morning" he said Verlaine nodded. "Will try my best" he replied.

meanwhile, Prince Chuuya was trying to stay asleep as one of the servants was trying to wake him up. "My Prince if you don't wake up and go to the throne room to meet your parents, king Verlaine will kill me" they said with panic. The redheaded prince let out a groan then sat up. "Fine" he grumbles and gets up, after stretching he gets ready for the day.

He puts on his princely attire as well as crown. After he heads straight to the thrown room where his parents are. Only stopping once to look at a portrait, his portrait. He loved it, but at the same time he hated it. In the portrait, he had medium length hair that went about half way down his neck, he wore no crown but had on fancy clothes. He hated that portrait, but couldn't help but love it. He then continued to walk to the throne room.

When he got there the king immediately stood. "Took you long enough" he said with an eye roll "what are you going to do when the castle is under attack? Go for a stroll? Smell the roses?" He asked rhetorically. Chuuya opens his mouth "don't think about answering those questions" he said

meanwhile not that far away was a thief. "I am NOT a pirate! I am a thief!!" yelled the figure with maroon eyes. "..that's the same thing..." said the figure in front of him wearing glasses "Yea Dazai I'm pretty sure they are the same thing.." said the figure with red hair next to the figure wearing glasses. The thief named Dazai had an appalled expression "Odasaku! My most trusted friend! Sides with a geek!" he said overdramatically "If that geek is my boyfriend named Ango certainly" said the figure named Oda. The figure wearing glasses speaks again "I am not a geek" they said Oda shrugs and Dazai nods "You're right Ango you are not a geek..." he starts to trail off and the figure named Ango looks at him sceptically  "You're a nerd!" Dazai states confidently, then dies of laughter. Oda puts a hand on Ango's shoulder attempting to comfort him "At least he called you smart... " he said with a smile Ango just gave a gesture with his head that said, 'it's whatever'.

The trio makes it back to their HQ because they had to talk to their boss about something. "You know this reminds me of the universe where Oda dies..." said Dazai Ango just face palms Oda sighs "you know that's not real...right?" Oda questions the 18 year old in front of him Dazai smiles "Of course but it feels the same somehow" he looks up and puts his finger against his chin. Ango finally looks up at Dazai "how is this similar?" He asked Dazai nodded "simply we all are going to see Mori" the only thing they did was nod.

When they get to the office they heard their boss talking to someone.

"I will attack the castle!!"

"Have fun dying... "

Before Oda opened the door a person who is definitely not important walks out whistling joyfully.

They shrugged the guy off and walked into the office. Mori yelled, which is out of character for their boss, "No you may not attack the Castle the Kings and prince that rule are not easy targets even though they seem as such!!" Oda and Ango cleared their throats meanwhile Dazai just spoke, "yea... No that's not what we're here for... Oda here wanted to know if we could keep watch while the royals are sleeping and he wants to force us to join him" Dazai said annoyed and completely bored. Mori exhales calming down it appears "I'll make a call" said Mori

After sometime, Mori hangs up the phone and looks at the trio, he crossed his hands on top of each other and placed his hands underneath his chin. "Both kings gave permission but the prince said no" he said closing his eyes "so here's what you do: DO NOT GO IN THEIR ROOMS. You may go in the castle but I recommend not doing so" Ango fixed his glasses "sir what do you mean about not going in their rooms?" He asked their boss "stay in the hallways" he said "you leave the castle when the prince wakes up" said Mori Oda nodded "that was the plan sir" Mori nodded "good"

The trio was sitting in a garden for the citizens outside the castle but no one surprisingly goes in the garden. "Why did you even want to do this Oda... " Dazai asked annoyed as usual "it's nice to switch things up a bit.. Y'know??" Oda said casually Dazai sighs in agreement "let me guess this situation reminds you of another universe?" Ango said rolling his eyes Dazai shakes his head slightly whilst chuckling "no not yet" he replied which confused Ango "not yet? What do you mean 'not yet'?" Ango asked and Dazai shrugged.

Meanwhile, in the castle the prince was getting his last few classes done. After these classes it'll be how to rule from his very own father until he gets crowned king one his 20th birthday. He was currently doing his Martial arts class. He was taking a break, by force of the teacher. "I can't believe you're 18! I remember when I was first teaching you!!" She smiled and then started laughing with Chuuya laughing with her. "Remember when I was supposed to do an air kick but I ended up flying out the window!" Chuuya said through laughter she nodded "luckily it was on the first floor. It took months to convince your father(Rimbaud) to let you continue doing the class" she said giggling. Chuuya nodded no longer laughing "I can't believe you won't be my teacher anymore" he said frowning she smiled "don't worry I work for your parents" she said.

After classes, Chuuya was told by the servants that he was needed in the garden. When he got to the garden, he only saw his parents. Verlaine sighed, "Chuuya you've been a good kid... Which is why..." Verlaine paused Rimbaud put his hands together and said "we invited your friends, the flags, was it? Over!!" Rimbaud said smiling. After he said that, as if on cue, the flags jumped out of nowhere and greeted Chuuya.

After he thanked his parents he had a good time with the flags.

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Chapter 2 will be out before I'm dead lmao

Remember that guy I said was totally not important... Forget that guy nothing bad is going to happen to him... (Foreshadowing, gaslighting, reverse psychology)

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Hi. Uhh..lol I was wondering if I could get a request please for Lockwood and Co for Lockwood. One day, Lockwood and reader are having a lazy rainy day in the home library and Lockwood can’t keep his eyes off of the her and maybe he is having some kind of flashbacks/memories of how they met (maybe coffee shop or bookstore) and maybe their first encounter wasn’t the best first impression lol. Have a good day. (Also if you want maybe he also remember small details about her. Like she always has her hair down with a headband unless she is working then it’s up, she likes ice coffee instead of tea lol and loves wearing pastel/light colors).

My Angel

Note: Thank you so much for your request. I hope you're having a great day. I'm sorry for the delay. It was a challenge for me. I hope you enjoy this. Thank you so much again 💕

Word count: 1400

You used to call me on my cell phone

Late night when you're in my love ~~

I heard a soft humming sound coming from upstairs. George was at the archives and Lucy was out of town to see her family which is why the house is so quiet. It's a rare day at Portland Row, you may ask why. Because it's a day off. No cases, no rush, I got all the time in the world.

It's three in the afternoon. The soft sound of the rain and her song makes me feel like I'm in heaven..maybe I am in one, because I have been graced by an angel.

I made some tea for myself and coffee for (name). The sweet smell of earth and tea makes my heart flutter. What a perfect day to lay around and do nothing. I placed the cups on the tray, quickly grabbed some biscuits and made my way upstairs.

I found (name) in the library looking absolutely adorable. I knocked at the door before letting myself in.

"Anthony" she gasped.

"I got your coffee" I placed it on the small table, took a seat beside her.

"You're so sweet." She pouts. She savoured the coffee and went back to scribbling on her notepad.

I slowly sipped my tea and watched her getting lost in her world.

Precisely six months ago, I met (name) in the archives. You may say it was love at first fight.

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I looked at the multiple shelves standing in front of me and looked back at the list George gave me.

"This will take forever" I muttered to myself.

After 15 mins of struggle, I finally found the contents of the list. I got all the books except this one at the bottom of the list. I quickly scanned the shelves, when I found the familiar name. It was right in the corner. I realised someone grabbed the book just before I could raise my hand.

I looked at the owner of the hand, and found a pretty girl with (your eye colour), standing beside me.

"Excuse me, I saw that first." I exclaimed.

"Awww that's too bad, it's in my hand now" she mocked me.

"You can't do that."

"Oh yes I can, it's a free country." With that she went away.

"How rude." I huffed.

When I went back to George I found the girl who practically snatched MY book sitting a few tables away from ours.

From the uniform I can tell she's from Fittes. I have a feeling I'm gonna see her again.

I finished a meeting with a client in a coffee shop, just a while ago when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw a scowl on the pretty girl's face.

"Oh hi 'rude girl from archives'". I gave a cheeky smile.

"That's my seat." She glared at me.

"Last time I checked it's a free country." I said and went back to my drink. She huffed and sat in front of me. She was drinking cold coffee. She wasn't in her Fittes uniform but in a pastel pink skirt and a white top. Her hair was down, a simple pink headband which reminds me of Barbie.

"I didn't know you're a creep. You looked like a decent person" she mumbled the last part while she scan me up and down.

"Are you checking me out? I would have been flattered but as it's from you, I feel disgusted." I scrunch my nose.

She chuckles, "says the person who's been staring at me like a creep."

"For your kind information, I come from a decent family. Hence, you're looking at a gentleman right now." I proudly smirked.

She laughed at me as if I said the dumbest joke. But weirdly her laugh gave me pleasure, a tiny butterfly in my stomach.

"Well, what's your name 'gentleman who comes from a decent family'?"

"Anthony Lockwood."

Her eyes widened for a moment before it went back to normal. "I heard a lot about you." I understood what she meant.

"And what's your name 'rude lady from archives'?"

"(Name) (last name). Nice to meet you"

At first we used to fight over the silliest things in the world. She drives me crazy. Whenever we run into each other, it turned into an argument and someone has to become the referee to seperate us.

"That's my book"

"That's my seat"

"That's my hand"

"Oh" I didn't realise I was holding her hand the whole time. I quickly put my hands in my pocket and looked around and found George glaring at me.

"Will you two have some respect at least for this place? This is a library, not a braying gallery for bellends."

"Sorry George" (name) mumbled looking at the floor.

"Sorry but she started first." I pointed at her.

"Oh, come on."

For instance, we were working together on a case, Lockwood and Co and the Fittes. How much I dislike Kipps and especially the fact he was always around (name) just boils up my blood for no reason.

"Seriously Lockwood? That's your best move?" (Name) mocks me.

"Save your breath darling and watch me how it gets done." I threw a salt bomb and slashed it with my rapier.

You might be wondering where the others are, actually no one knows we're at this abandoned building, fighting off ghosts. I followed a potential suspect to get some evidence to help me solve the case before the Fittes. Now that I think of it, it was a bad idea. I won't admit it out loud but I'm lucky (name) is here to help me or I would have been dead by now.

"LOCKWOOD RUN"

I felt an arm pulling me away from the building. We ran for a good while until I felt (name) slowing down her pace.

"Are you hurt?" I panicked.

"No, I normally spurt blood from my rib cage. Of course I'm hurt, dumbass" she coughed blood.

"Stay with me. I won't let anything happen to you." I held her face. She blushed.

"Anthony, that was nice but can we go to the hospital please?" She whispered.

After that incident, we became quite close. I noticed we had a lot of things in common, we both were stubborn but we both had a soft heart. She craved love and so did I.

I loved the way her eyes sparkle when she talks about her passion. I love how she puts her hair in a ponytail and furrows her brows when she's engrossed into something. I love how she scrunch her face when she's losing an argument. I could write a book on how much I love her.

"Lockwood?"

(Name) brought me back to earth. "Yeah?"

"What are you thinking?" She smiled.

"Nothing. Do you like the coffee?" I asked.

"I love it. Look I drew this and this too. What do you think about this one?" She said flipping through her notepad.

"I think this one looks great."

"I know right?"

I looked at her and couldn't stop myself from kissing her. She kissed me back tenderly. I love day offs.

*Bonus*

I loved the way her eyes sparkle when she talks about her passion. I love how she puts her hair in a ponytail and furrows her brows when she's engrossed into something. I love how she scrunch her face when she's losing an argument. I could write a book on how much I love her.

"Lockwood, if you're done telling the reader how much you're obsessed with me will you please come over here?" (Name) demanded.

"I was just telling them about our love story." I wrapped my arms around her.

"We may have started off the wrong foot but I'm glad I met him. Though he's really annoying sometimes" (name) sighed. I pouted.

"You're lucky I love you." She smiled.

"Yes I am. I got my angel."

The end