#‘reasonable’ would be free imo

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

if anyone wants to watch the tit stream but can’t afford tickets dm me. i’ll be streaming it over google meet because the tickets with the afterparty total to over $25 USD not the “reasonable” $15 USD they advertised.

please take me up on this offer. it’s the only way i’ll be able to stomach the fact that i spent over $25 on a livestream that i know won’t even be captioned properly/accessible.

(also maybe other people have offered this—i have been out of the phannie tumblr loop the past couple weeks)

edit: google meet now limits meetings with more than two people to 30-45 mins (i forget which) so we’ll be moving to discord!

[tumblweeds-omegaverse]

random omegaverse thought:

There must be people who experience specific instinct things with indifference or boredom.

Procreative cycle coming up? "Crap, I've got plans this weekend...stupid skip weeks."

Caught an intriguing scent while walking? "But I need to get to work! Shut up brain."

Had a snap response to a distressed sound? "Who was it?! ...right, it's my day off, I can go back to sleep."

Somebody growled at them? "Kid, I'm not a rival, that's my sibling."

Super cozy cuddle session happening nearby? "I'm gonna pass tonight guys, no social battery left, maybe next time."

Group of friends heading out to flirt and check out other singles? "I'm coming with you but only to make sure you all get home safe."

Setting where fated mates or soul bonds or permanent marks are a thing? "Meh. I don't really want one or care if I ever get one."

People in the actual omegaverse would get as bored of their stuff, as we do of ours, you know? It could be interesting to see that kind of vibe in fics. Biological demands faced with all the excitement of paying bills or doing laundry or tying your shoes.

Even if that kind of energy might not drive a plot, it could be interesting to have as a contrast to the people who do have big feelings about them - good or bad.

There's the friends who can't wait til they have a pack of their own, and the one friend who isn't against it but couldn't care less. There's the group in the office who are all about scent compatibility tests and figuring out one's best match and what sprays most highlight it, and the coworker who has no intentions on putting that much effort in. There are parents who hover and protect their offspring by scenting them multiple times a day, and others who don't see what the fuss is as long as it's done in the morning.

...also: packs with introverts who show care by giving each other space. So often, closeness is depicted through physical touch and tactile affection, but comfortable silence is meaningful too. Knowing people are near, but not having to interact until you're ready. Sitting in the same room doing different things, knowing that all it takes is a "hey, look at this" to share what you're up to. People understanding and accepting each other's differing or fluctuating needs for how and when to recharge. Seeing somebody reaching out or sharing space, beyond what's their norm, as a signal of the fact that they care.

[reel-fear]

Honestly, every single time the whole 'poppy playtime is a bendy rip-off' stuff ever shows up I find it all extremely unconvincing and silly.

For one thing, rip-off usually is meant to imply that it's a cheap lazy copy of a better more polished thing, and uh. Sorry but even from chapter 1? Poppy Playtime is a better game than Bendy, it has a simple but understandable story, the game manages to be thrilling, creepy, and very intense at times... I mean that Huggy chase in the vents ALONE puts it way above Batim for me.

I mean BATDR had the most slow stupid chase I've ever seen [and every other encounter with the ink demon is text telling u he's there and then a timer goes down and u get jumpscared] and batim's chases were either silly or just not nearly as theatric or terrifying as that.

When making the vent sequence I mean not only is it absolutely horrifying to realize how fast Huggy is in there but also it's so theatric and cool? The fact that you round a corner after thinking you escaped only to see a terrifying animation of that thing crawling toward you is awesome! I wish Bendy had stuff like that!

And all the stuff it shares with Bendy are generic things Bendy ripped from other horror games/media anyways. I'm not saying Poppy Playtime isn't inspired by Bendy I for sure think it is but Bendy is such a generic story that somehow fails to do tropes 100 other horror games have done any comparison only makes Poppy Playtime look better.

"It has employees being sacrificed for their company" That is not a concept Bendy invented, literally look at any of the sci-fi horror series Bendy is very inspired by. This is literally a twist in the original Alien.

"It has a scary woman forcing you to do tasks for her" Once again, not a concept Bendy invented, a scary mysterious person forcing you to do fetch-quests is a concept found in tons of horror media. And at least Poppy Playtime gave you a chase with her and let you defeat her, look at poor malice. She's barely on screen for more than 10 minutes before she gets stabbed.

"It has a cult worshipping the monster" This is something tons of horror games and media have done too. I mean In The Tall Grass has a guy who worships a giant magical rock in the middle of a grass maze, Bioshock [which Bendy has only been taking more and more direct inspiration from while failing to grab any of the compelling parts] also had a lot of themes of religion and cult-ish behavior, almost every horror media franchise has at one point done a cult thing.

Bendy couldn't even come up with a reason Sammy worships the ink demon, the best motivation we've ever gotten is just that 'he's crazzyyyy the ink made him insaneeee'. Who is the cheap rip-off here?

At least Poppy Playtime gave their cultist a motive for worshipping the monster + a proper boss fight that feels intense and looks awesome! Bendy didn't even let you kill Malice [she got stabbed in front of you and then just collapsed on the floor how thrilling] meanwhile you get to kill three of the villains in Poppy Playtime and the gameplay and action in those scenes have only gotten better as the game went on.

I mean Sammy walks into a room and goes "AAA SCARY I'M BEING MURDERED" then later shows up and for NO REASON sees a normal human man and assumes it's the ink demon before once again someone else kills him for you. In Poppy Playtime you defeat Catnap as he floods the world with this horrible nightmare-inducing gas that intensifies the color palette and his design. Fight off versions of him that are illusions that you need your flare gun for, then watch in a wonderful animation as he mistakes the monster for his savior before getting killed by it, in a brutal way I might add, which game are we accusing of being cheap, lazy garbage again?

I just find this argument to be people who Really Really need to find a reason to hate Poppy Playtime which I think is silly. The devs being weird, shady people is already enough reason to dislike the game, you don't need to invent reasons why secretly every part of the game is malicious or bad. But esp when I see Bendy fans saying they don't support Poppy Playtime or dislike it bc of its devs or even saying its cringe ummmm.

I have bad news about the fact Bendy's devs are worse and it took not one, but TWO over an hour long videos to cover it all. Plus the Bendy games are just the worse games in every aspect, if I could sell my batim copy for a copy of Poppy Playtime I wouldn't hesitate at all.

Saying this as a bendy fan, we have no right to be super judgy towards Poppy Playtime. If Poppy Playtime is embarrassing cringe, Bendy is too and is way more embarrassing of an interest. We shouldn't spread misinformation just because we all want to hate Poppy Playtime, you can dislike Poppy Playtime without making up a bunch of nonsense to justify it.

Honestly seeing people just blatantly be unfairly mean to Poppy Playtime only makes its critics look worse and makes it hard to take any backlash to the games seriously. Because surprise surprise if you spread misinformation to make a point people will quickly stop listening to Anything you have to say bc they won't trust you're telling the truth anymore.

[cluescorner]

There's no feeling stranger than knowing that something is bad but liking it anyways. Not in a 'it's so bad it's good' way. Because that implies that it has become good. I'm talking like this thing is just kinda bad in the normal ways things are bad, but i like it anyways.

[gibbearish]

are we really back to "oh you support (blank)? name ten people who (do/are) that right now or else youre lying for allyship points and everything you have to say should be disregarded". i thought we left that back in like. 2012 misogynist nerdbro culture

[specialagentartemis]

My feelings about queernormative worlds in SFF is that I can often enjoy it, but I rarely believe it.

Almost everything surrounding gender, sex, and sexuality, and all the different social norms and expectations that different cultures build up around them, derive ultimately from the various realities of sexual activity and pregnancy: who can have it, who can’t, for how long, who does have it, who doesn’t, and what that means for society. I’m not being bioessentialist here, because human bodies are all quite different and different cultures develop different ways to react to that, and rates of and reactions to fertility can be different, and what different sexual and gender roles mean in different cultures and who can and can’t embody them can get extremely different. (Hell, how pregnancy itself even works can be different depending on where you live, what your lifestyle is like, and what your diet consists of!) But like, the reason gender even matters, historically, has been because of reproduction. And the reason reproduction matters, in agricultural societies anyway, has very often been because of property ownership and the need to work on farms.

So I’m totally here for queernormative worlds. But to interest me you have to answer the questions of: okay, but how does your culture work though, and how is kinship structured, and how is reproduction seen, and how is property inheritance understood, and how does gender fit into all this, for me to feel like you’ve actually tried. (And don’t say that there ARE no norms, so no one falls outside of them. There’s no culture where that’s true.)

Sci-fi worlds can get away with this easier than fantasy worlds, imo. Partially because they can posit that it is our future but we’ve gone through all of the Social Justice Struggles already and solved them, but also because technology can really alter all of these topics. The Vorkosigan Saga, for instance, makes it clear that Beta Colony is as gender-egalitarian and free-love as it is because of contraception and uterine replicators, which FULLY decouple “the ability to have children” from “the need for anyone to be pregnant.” This is huge, and the Vorkosigan Saga treats it as appropriately so! Ancillary Justice is another one that thinks a lot about how the genderless culture that decenters romance as a core social organizing principle works. But I read so many low-ish-tech fantasy worlds that are happily queernormative and gender doesn’t matter and they just feel shallow. I don’t believe this world. I don’t dislike it, exactly, I just don’t believe it, I don’t believe people would be like this because you’ve put no effort into imagining a world that works like this makes any sense.

Which is totally fine for people’s D&D games and cute oneshot comics and personal works and such, but when you want me to take your worldbuilding seriously, you’re going to have to convince me! And a lot of it is not convincing.

[bravewolfvesperia]

/ Since I mention in my pinned post that this blog has some changes from canon, I'm going to make a rundown post that I'll be linking in my muse info on my blog. My timeline post covers some of this too and has other things canon to my muse that aren't here because they're timeline based and not direct changes based. I'll update this as needed.

Repede had another owner before Yuri got him in the game. I'm combining this with FS. Thus, Repede would have been basically an infant when he and Lambert ended up with the knights. From there he took to Yuri as he did in the FS drama CD so Yuri was primarily in charge of Repede during his stay with the knights, but he and Flynn raised Repede together as is in line with the game. This means they continued raising him together even after Yuri left.

In the JP version of the game, Yuri says he was with the knights for a short time but doesn't specify how long that time was, so I'm completely yeeting the "three months" dub aspect from this blog. I can't reasonably assume he signed up, took the exams, went into training, went from errand boy to battle status, then went on normal missions and left in the span of three months. So as usual, we're following the JP timeline. Generally anything the dub makes up or actively changes from the original context/tone gets yeeted here.

In the FS drama CD, Flynn is extremely repetitive about Yuri quitting the knights and with his nagging. At least with @mistralxsoul and anyone else who prefers it the following way in threads with my muse, we're toning it down because it just feels absolutely batshit to us how bad it is in the drama CD (it's worse than even the movie itself).

Since the timeline for Yuri and Flynn's knighthood conflicts super horrendously between the novel, FS/FS drama CD and the game, I'm mixing all of it together (primarily because I consider the novel more canon than the FS drama CD). Basically (for my muse), they signed their names and didn't take the exams immediately, but when they eventually did it was at least a couple years later, due to Yuri still having his teen appearance when he signed his name to join in the novel. This is because otherwise, if I average my muse's teen age out to be fifteen/sixteen and his age to be about eighteen/nineteen in the knights, it would mean he'd been with the knights (including training, etc) anywhere from 2-4 years if his sign up was immediately after the novel's events. If they were to sign up and join immediately after the novel timeline, it also makes even less sense because Flynn's attitude in FS and his relationship with Yuri (and remember, the FS drama CD comes before the movie's timeline and Flynn was even worse about Yuri's attitude in the CD) would seem like it literally 180'd overnight.

So basically, to avoid all this insanity, a short summarized timeline for my muse would be: they signed up but didn't join right away, Flynn moved away and was gone for a couple years or so after the events of the novel, both of them changed in personality/behavior drastically in that time, they met up at the exams, they went into training, they got sent to Niren's squad, they were more errand boys than actual knights when they were still super fresh newbies and Yuri was extremely annoyed with that, they were actual knights for a while (I'm going to say Yuri was a knight for at least six months or more, especially if I consider the trajectory of Flynn's behavior toward him in the drama CD through the end of FS), the events of FS were not one straight timeline and things happened between the days etc etc, then Yuri left.

Following the game's drama CDs, Yuri hesitated a lot more when Flynn was injured at Zaude. If not for Flynn nudging him to go after Alexei even while wounded, Yuri wouldn't have left him there.

Following the same drama CDs, it's Raven and Repede who find and look after Yuri when he wakes up after Zaude. That is to say, Repede was already with Raven and lunged when he sniffed out Yuri in his room (super doggo powers). Raven followed Repede in a panic, who ran to Yuri's room upon realizing Yuri was there, and Raven finds Yuri awake but right in the middle of passing back out (the sound is basically Raven's voice being distant with some ringing, so it's from Yuri's point of view that Raven is trying to get him to steady himself but he passes back out). Raven takes care of him from there until he's recovered properly enough to go back. In this time, Rita did investigating and eventually, with the others minus Raven, went to Zopheir after deciding they couldn't dawdle and just wait in their grief. While they're there, Yuri and Raven have headed out after them and show up together and reunite with the rest of the group. Raven has already been updated on what Yuri knows from Duke at this point (Duke saved him as usual, but the drama CD changes come in after that), so the two of them update everyone else.

In the game, there's a skit with Yuri, Flynn and Karol where Yuri mentions "playing in a river", but in the novel, they were actually getting water at the river and the other kids were playing in the river when they got attacked by a monster, fell into the river (Yuri also mentions (I thiiiink in another unrelated skit) that just falling into "a river" was enough to panic him), and Flynn grabbed onto a merman. For my muse, I'm just going with Yuri simplifying the situation to Karol while keeping the novel's event as my muse's canon.

[kerosenee-kisses]

Summer Loving | Caleb LADS

summary: Summer has just begun and Caleb is finally home on break from the Aerospace Academy! Too bad you can't stay in the same room as him for fear of jumping his bones. cw: 18+, MDNI, fem!reader, Oral Sex (giving/receiving), Vaginal Sex, Fingering, Spitting, Nipple Play, kinda rough sex (idk? adding it just in case. Caleb is just eager imo), Overstimulation, Caleb puts reader through the ringer (and the mattress) tbh a/n: I tried soooooo hard to finish this in time for Caleb's birthday but it kept getting longer and longer. He is just too sexy omg, the ideas kept coming (kinda like reader in this fic lmao). Better late than never, though. Anyway, thank you for reading!! Blowing you a kiss, hope you enjoy :) Banners by the one and only @cafekitsune wc: 6.7k (jesus fucking christ)

Summer, the season most beloved by you. With it comes beach days, sun tans, ice cream, and apparently... 

“Caleb! Get out of there already! Are you kidding me?” 

A heat-induced demon of rage. 

You kick at the bathroom door as you growl for him to make his long-awaited exit. Caleb turns up the volume on his speaker in response. 

Ever since Caleb came home on break from the Aerospace Academy, he has been breakdancing on your last nerve. Sure, he still dotes on you like always. But the time spent apart while he was away in Skyhaven has made him even more unyielding in his quest to tick you off. 

Maybe it’s a Caleb-induced demon after all. 

“You know what? I won’t break the door down. I’m a lady,” you shout over the music. “But just know when I get in there, I’m gonna kick. Your. Ass. Count your days!” 

You stomp off to your room and rummage through your desk drawer until you find a pair of scissors. You practically sprint back to the bathroom so you can jam one blade between the door and its frame until the lock clicks softly.               

Steam envelopes you once you push the door open. You can hardly see ahead of you, let alone make your way to the only working toilet in the house. The thought alone is enough to seduce your heat-demon into coming out to play. You manage to appease her by powering off Caleb’s speaker, perched on the jack and jill sink. 

“Hey Pipsqueak. I’m totally done in the bathroom unless my still being in the shower made that less than obvious. Feel free to come right in,” he says from the confines of the fog-covered glass shower. 

“Oh, you better be done in here, Selfish. You have no reason to shower this long.” 

You thank every higher power when you make it to the toilet in time. The relief you feel makes you all the more furious with Caleb. He’s not allowed to hog the bathroom when you clearly need it more than he does. Seriously, what could he have been doing for the past forty-five minutes? 

You’ve only just finished when the water from the shower cuts off. Dread plummets into your stomach when the door pops open and Caleb reaches for his towel. He steps out a moment later, the same white, fluffy towel wrapped around his trim waist. His skin, flushed from the heat of the shower, is freckled with droplets of water. 

You and Caleb are close. You’ve been through so much together that it would be impossible not to be. Normally sharing the bathroom with him wouldn’t be such a huge deal. But something about having him back after so long... You’re seeing everything about him with the focus of a space observatory locked onto a new galaxy.

For starters, he’s buff now. 

He was in good enough shape before enrolling in the academy but now his muscles are honed to a degree that is both absurd and unfair. You can barely look at his bare arms without your face erupting with heat. Which is why seeing him now, nearly naked save for that damned towel, is just enough to ruin your cognitive processing. 

“You break into the bathroom while I’m still in it and you’re the one who looks scared?” Caleb leans into your space, head cocked slightly. “How does that work?” 

You feel faint; clearly, you didn’t think things through. Caleb seems to have come to a similar conclusion. He laughs as he retreats to the dual sinks at the opposite end of the bathroom. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t peek,” he says. Your heart nearly tumbles off your tongue. 

You hurriedly gather a handful of toilet paper, which only makes him laugh louder. Once you’ve pulled your sleep shorts back into place, you make your way to the sink beside Caleb. You adjust the faucet until the water runs warm and wash your hands. 

“Me and Gideon are gonna play some basketball in the park if you want to tag along,” Caleb says as he squeezes toothpaste onto his toothbrush. 

“Pass. I’m meeting up with the girls at the mall.” 

“I knew you’d come up with a reason not to go.” 

“It’s not an excuse; we’ve had this planned for days. Besides, I don’t want–” 

You make the mistake of glancing at him mid-sentence. It’s impossible to save face when he crosses one arm across his chest while he brushes his teeth. All the muscles in his biceps, his pecs, bunch and shift so enticingly that you clench your jaw hard. 

Caleb spits some toothpaste out, and you unfortunately pay too much attention to the foam clinging to his mouth. Even the sound of him spitting is doing strange things to you. 

“My eyes are up here, you know.” 

Your gaze snaps back to his and your heart stutters in its rhythm. His eyes twinkle with amusement to your absolute horror.

“You were saying, ‘I don’t want...” 

I don’t want to keep lusting after you like this. “I-I don’t want to spend the day melting at the park. The mall is air-conditioned at least.” 

“Aww, too cool to hang with your gege now?” 

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes and load up your own toothbrush with toothpaste. 

“I would but...I don’t know, I think you should make me.” 

“What?” 

“You did threaten to beat my ass when you got in here.” Caleb smiles at you playfully. “So go on, shut me up for good.” 

You groan long and low. “I’m brushing my teeth in the kitchen.” If you stay in here a second longer you might lick the rest of the foam off his mouth.

“Hey, don’t back down now. Come on, Pips!” 

“No, I’m leaving. I shouldn’t have barged in at all. But if I catch you in here ten minutes from now Caleb, I’ll make the Chronorift Catastrophe the second worst incident you’ve ever lived through.” 

His face sobers at once. At least he knows that you mean business. 

You pop your toothbrush into your mouth as you make your way down the hallway. 

“Hurry up!” you warn, words muffled by too much toothpaste. 

 The afternoon finds you, Tara, and Simone chilling at the food court, after some window shopping. Though it was a little less window and a lot more shopping, thanks to Caleb. He gave you some spending money (after clearing out of the bathroom in five minutes!) that you gladly spent on some cute outfits to survive the rest of the summer. Carrying such heavy bags around really is exhausting. You’re all enjoying cherry icees while you relax and catch up. Well, Simone and Tara are still enjoying their icees. Your extra-large cup was empty in five minutes. 

“So, is this emergency meeting about Caleb or...?” Tara asks.

“Yeah, what’s the deal with you two?” Simone adds. 

“He’s driving me insane,” you groan. “Everything he does is just, ugh! I can’t exist in the same space as him anymore.” 

Your friends have been on the receiving end of many a text complaining about the most innocuous things Caleb has been doing for the past week and a half. Making you braised chicken wings, touching up his models in the living room, changing your phone background to a picture of him, catching his breath after a morning run, brushing his teeth beside you. Being at home at all. Everything has been setting you off lately. It’s to the point that you don’t trust yourself to be alone with him. What if you do something embarrassing in front of him? He will never let you forget.  

You shudder at the thought. He has a lifetime of humiliating ammunition to wield against you, no need to give him anything more.

“Here’s an idea: why don’t you move into my room and I move into yours so I can deal with your Caleb issue for you,” Tara says. She and Simone burst out laughing, and they only get louder when they look at you again. 

“Don’t make that face! We’re just messing with you,” Simone giggles. 

“I’m not making a face,” you grumble. 

“You look like you just got sprayed by a Lemonette,” Tara deadpans. “Besides, I doubt I could even handle Caleb. One glance my way and I’d disintegrate!” 

“Same here. I really don’t know how you do it,” Simone adds. 

“I don’t! That’s why I’ve been avoiding him so much.” 

It’s hard to believe that only two weeks ago you could hardly wait for Caleb to come home. Now he plagues your every waking thought. And sleep offers no respite as he frequents your dreams as well. You’re ashamed to admit the number of mornings you woke up soaked with sweat and arousal from whatever sweet torture Dream Caleb subjected you to. 

"How about, instead of ignoring his very existence, you model some of the cute clothes you bought earlier,” Simone says. 

“I love that. You can do a little fashion show for him. I’m sure he’ll appreciate it,” Tara chimes in. 

“I am not doing that.” 

You want to make a very important distinction that trying on one (1) outfit for Caleb to see on you is NOT the same as a one-woman runway show. And this hardly counts as an outfit. You’re in a pair of pale green, terrycloth shorts that are a size too small. Sneaky Simone must have put back the actual size you wanted when you were trying things on earlier. You’re also wearing a cropped, white tank top with a fucking paper airplane on it, purchased at both Simone and Tara’s cheeky behest. 

You stand before the floor length mirror in your room, inspecting your reflection. Your butt looks great, even if it is peeking out just a little. And you’d probably buy the top anyway, even if Caleb wasn’t around to see you in it. 

Honestly, your outfit isn’t so different from what you’d normally wear in the summer, but something about them being purchased with Caleb in mind makes you nervous. You hate this feeling. You're about to change all together, but the front door opens and slams shut, announcing Caleb’s arrival. 

“Yo, Pipsqueak! You home yet?” His footfalls grow louder as he makes his way through the house. 

“I thought you could track my every move with that insane app you installed on both our phones.” 

You watch Caleb lean against your door frame and cross his arms through the mirror. A sheen of sweat covers his sun-tanned skin. And his hair sticks up in such a cute way. You want to reach up and push it back for him. 

No, stop thinking about his hair. You can’t afford to entertain such dangerous thoughts. Considering how you’ve been lately, you might yank him by those silky strands and kiss him instead.

“Yeah, I can. Buuuut it’s still nice to hear from the source.” 

“I’m safe at home as you can see. You don't have to keep treating me like a kid, you know?” 

“I’m not treating you like a kid.  Doesn’t matter when, how, or why. I’ll always want to make sure you’re safe and taken care of.” 

His tone is so serious that you turn to face him directly. The stress marring his features disappears almost instantly when your eyes meet. But his eyes dip, tracing you from head to toe. Your breath falters. Does he like what he sees? Or is he about to piss you off and force you to change? Last week when you wore a crop top and shorts to meet up with some friends he’d nearly locked you in your room.

Caleb clears his throat. “Anyway, Gran called. She’s working late tonight so we’ll have dinner without her.” 

“What are you thinking of making me?” 

“Mushroom stir fry.” 

You blink at him. Is he serious? “What can I do to convince you to make braised pork instead.” 

“Braised chicken wings. Braised pork. Something tells me you won’t let me leave before I’ve braised everything under the sun,” he says. “What’s next, braised luminivore? Braised spurtail?” 

“Don’t be stupid.” 

“You’re right. With your appetite, you’re gonna need to take down a whole wyrmlord.” 

You shoulder past him, hard. And your irritation mounts when his laughter all but chases you down the hallway. 

“Don’t be mad, I was only kidding,” he calls after you. 

You make yourself comfortable in the living area, taking your usual place at the center of the couch. You hope at the very least Caleb will hang out in his room for a second, maybe hit the shower after playing basketball well into the afternoon.  But it’s only natural that he would come join you here, especially considering how little you’ve seen each other these past few days. 

Caleb plops down to the left of you, arms stretched across the back of the couch. He leans his head back and observes you keenly. Your stomach ties itself in knots of irritation and intrigue. 

“What is it?” You ask. 

“Your muscles look more toned.” He rubs a hand down your bicep for emphasis, and your eyes nearly pop out of your head. “You definitely could have helped me out on the court today.” 

“Sorry my plans interfered with you reclaiming the title of ‘King of the Playground’.” 

“To make up for it, why not watch a movie with me.” 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” 

“Come onnn, you already ditched me once today. And we’re sitting here anyway.” Caleb’s face falls a little when he asks. “Is it really so bad? Hanging out with me?” 

Guilt squeezes at your heart. You’ve been so busy trying to steer clear of him for your own sanity, you didn’t even consider his feelings in all this. 

“No, I love hanging out with you. You’re my favorite person in the world. I’m sorry if I’ve made you doubt that. I’m just...going through a lot right now.” 

“Is something wrong?” he asks, immediately concerned. 

“It’s nothing to worry about!” you say too quickly to be convincing. “Let’s see if there’s any good sci-fi movies on TV.” 

“It’s ok to rely on me sometimes, you know.” 

“I know,” you say as you sidle closer to him. “But I promise it’s nothing.” 

Caleb sighs and pulls you even closer. Your breath hitches; you’re practically glued to his side now. He’s so warm, so solid beside you. And the musky blend of sweat and oaky deodorant is difficult to ignore this close. You actively have to resist the urge to bury your face in his underarm to inhale his scent. 

You try to move away, but Caleb doesn’t let you budge, not while he inspects you carefully. It’s hard to breathe with his soft gaze flitting all over your face. After a few excruciating moments he raises his hands in defeat. 

“Alright, alright. If you say so,” he sighs. “Now hand me the remote.” 

You go to pass it to him, but you pull it completely from his grasp at the last second.

“No way!” You wag the remote in his face. “You chose the movie last time.” 

“That was months ago, and–” he snatches the remote from you with ease, “it doesn’t matter if it was my idea to watch a movie in the first place. Plus, I’m practically a guest here. You should be a lot nicer to me.” 

“What kind of guest cooks and cleans for their host?” 

“And does all the laundry. Don’t forget laundry.” He pauses as if in deep thought. “As it turns out, I do basically everything for you, huh?” 

No use arguing there. If you do, he’ll ‘threaten’ to stop doing all these chores for you. 

“You win, go ahead and pick something good please.” 

Leave it to Caleb to pick the most boring movie on the planet. While the space scenes are visually stunning, it’s a rare break from the overall monotony of the film. And you’ve barely made it through the first hour; you don’t know if you have another two in you. 

In fact, it’s so boring that you can’t even watch it to distract yourself from Caleb, who still has your rigid form pressed snug against his side. You feel like you’re about to explode from the frustration of being in his grasp, unable to reciprocate his affection without jumping on him. 

You need to relax. You’re sure he can feel your fragile heart galloping in your chest but has been kind enough not to mention it. 

With a sigh of defeat, you settle against him finally, rest your head on his shoulder. Focus on his breaths, in and out, in and out. The rhythm, slow and relaxed, is soothing to you. Exactly what you need. 

Your eyes flutter shut as your breath syncs with Caleb’s. He can’t distract you if you’re asleep. 

...But then again, he could reappear in your dreams. That would be more of a nightmare at this moment. 

“You tired pipsqueak?” Caleb asks against your temple. “You’re nice and cuddly like this. You remind me of a little shrimp.” 

“All these years I thought this movie would be more entertaining. You were always watching it.”  

“Sorry you’re not feeling it. What can I do to cure your boredom then?” He asks, humor in his tone.  

Your lips spread with a smile, but it falls away when you open your eyes again. His face is so close to yours, and you’re confronted with how beautiful he is. How much he’s changed since going off to the academy. Before you know it, your lips brush his in a slow, charged kiss. So soft that it makes the sudden flick between your eyebrows hurt that much more. 

“–Earth to Pipsqueak,” Caleb says, hand still poised at your forehead. “Ah, there she is! Where’d ya go just then?” 

You jump to the edge of the couch, your skin scalding. You’re horrified by how vivid your imagination is.

Caleb pauses the movie. He scrutinizes you, brows pinched and eyes brimming with pain. They pin you in place when you would much rather run and hide. 

“Remember how we promised not to keep any secrets from each other?” he asks quietly. 

“…Yeah, but why are you bringing it up now?” 

“Since we agreed not to have any secrets…be honest. Am I bothering you?” 

All the blood drains from your face. “Huh? No, of course not.” 

“Now that I think about it, you’ve been acting very strange lately. Jumpy and jittery anytime I’m around. What gives?” 

“Caleb, I really don’t want to talk about this.” 

“Look, you’ve gotta know by now that you can talk to me about anything. No matter how embarrassing or difficult. We don’t have to tiptoe around each other like we’re following an instruction manual. And I hate worrying about you. So please, just…rip the bandaid off.” 

“I have a crush on you!” You blurt out miserably. “That’s why I’ve been… like this. And it might be weird to you, but that’s how I feel.” 

“Seriously?” Caleb asks. He looks… delighted? You weren’t expecting that. 

“Seriously,” you say, a little more confidence in your voice. “But we can’t cross that line.” 

“You sure about that?” There’s a flirtatious lilt to his words that you can’t ignore to save your life. 

“Maybe the line was crossed the moment you thought about this.” Caleb moves back into your space, splays his hands on your rib cage. He pushes you gently onto the couch cushion until you lay flat before his kneeling figure. 

“Since the line has already been crossed… why not go all the way?” 

Caleb tugs the waistband of your shorts down slightly and presses a wet kiss to the skin right above the scalloped hem of your underwear. You gasp sharply, and you shiver when you feel him smile against the line of your hips in response. 

He surges upward to bring his face in between your breasts; grabs and kisses them through the thin material of your tank top. 

“This shirt is new, right? It doesn’t have your scent yet,” he says between kisses. “Let me guess, you bought this just for me.” 

You can only nod. But it’s enough for Caleb to groan against your right breast and finally bring it into his mouth. He sucks on your clothed nipple hard, and you hiss from the pain. 

“E-easy. They’re sensitive.” 

“Sorry.” He kisses the center of your chest in apology, then hikes up your top over your breasts. He massages them in both his hands before he licks your other nipple to a stiff peak. The shock of his mouth on your skin again has you writhing against him. 

He kisses a trail along your left breast and up towards the juncture between your neck and shoulder, where he bites down hard. You cry out as Caleb sucks and laves his tongue on the bite. The sting of it makes your cunt tighten in anticipation.

“It’s already bruising. Sorry about that,” he whispers directly in your ear. His warm breath on your heated skin leaves you lightheaded.

“Stop teasing me,” you whine. 

“The girl of my dreams just told me she has feelings for me. Excuse me for trying to savor the moment.” 

“The girl of your–”  

Caleb cuts you off with a kiss, finally. Plush lips lock with yours as he slowly grinds his hips into you. His tongue dips into your mouth eagerly, and you bury a hand in his hair to pull him closer. It feels so good being under him like this, touching and kissing him like this. You don’t know if you’ll ever get enough Caleb. 

As soon as you press your hips to meet his, he breaks away from the kiss. Caleb kneels before you once again and yanks down your shorts, leaving you only in panties made shear from your arousal. He lifts your bottom half upward until your knees rest on your shoulders, and your pussy is presented to him. 

Caleb presses his face into you and inhales deeply. His eyes roll back into his head, and he gives a pained groan. Goosebumps decorate your quivering body as he runs his thumb over the soaked fabric. When he presses the digit on your clit, more of your slick gushes out of you. He impatiently pushes your panties halfway down your thighs; you can now see the tufts of hair on your mound glistening with arousal. A wave of embarrassment threatens to drown you at the sight, but it pales in comparison to the absolute mortification you feel when Caleb spreads you open with his thumbs and spits onto your already drenched center. You can hardly breathe as he rubs his spit into your folds and dips one of his thumbs into your tight entrance, shallowly fucking you with it but not for long enough. He leaves you clenching around nothing. 

There’s an unfocused haze clouding his vibrant eyes when he spits on your cunt again. He seems to be putting all his focus into finding out what makes you gasp and moan. 

Which turns out to be anything he does to you. Shocking. 

“You’re so wet,” he says as he eases you back onto the couch. “Let me try…” 

You whimper when he first licks your pussy, a broad stroke of his tongue over soaked flesh.  

“Mmm, I like it. You’re so sweet.” 

You watch him suck on your clit and lick your folds in pure astonishment. He’s really getting into it, kissing your pussy like he did your mouth. You massage one of your breasts, pinching and tugging on your nipple, and grab a fistful of his hair. He pushes his tongue into you and your thighs clench around his head. 

Caleb moans into you, takes hold of your thighs, and pushes them apart again. As if in retaliation, he begins his wicked assault on your clit. He flicks his tongue against it and hollows his cheeks when he slurps it back into his mouth. Your body shakes in his hold; all of your nerves feel raw. You cum when he catches your swollen nub between his teeth. Tears streak your cheeks and your essence stains his face. But he doesn’t stop, he keeps on working you up until the overstimulation gets to be too much for you. You use the hand in his hair to tug him away. 

Caleb sits up and smirks at you, all too satisfied with the mess he’s reduced you to. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand then helps you sit up also. He situates you on his lap, hands on your ass, mouth around one of your tits as you both grind on each other. 

Although you feel so good, you don’t like giving him the upper hand. You set your teeth into his kiss-swollen bottom lip and tug it gently as you pull away from him completely. He chases after your lips, but you move off his waist in favor of kneeling on the cushion beside him. A smirk of your own plays on your face when you reach for the waistband of his basketball shorts. His wide eyes are dark with desire. 

“Shit,” he sighs when his cock springs up against his abs. “Lick the sides of it, all of it.” 

The lust you feel overrides the irritation of having him tell you what to do. You suck one of his balls into your mouth so as not to heed his command right away. His cock jumps and his abdomen spasms at the sensation. Pre spurts out of him in a thick rivulet. 

“Let me clean that up.” You lick along the length of him, moaning at the salty taste of pre-cum and sweat. His entire body shudders when you trace the tip of your tongue under the glans of his cock before taking it in your mouth. 

“Show me how much you want it,” Caleb groans. “Spit on it.” 

You do as he says, a frothy trail of saliva dripping from your lips onto the flushed tip. You jerk his cock a few times; your hand just barely wraps around it. You wonder briefly if you’ll be able to even take all of him. But the look of complete bliss on his face, from just a few pumps of your hand makes you eager to try. You open your mouth wide to take him, bobbing your head about halfway. 

“You can go lower,” Caleb encourages. He caresses your bare back and kneads your ass, gentle touches that make you arch into them. You relax your throat to swallow more of him. He swears harshly under his breath again, and then you feel two fingers push into your pussy. 

You pull away from his cock with a gasp and jerk him off as you try to catch your breath. But Caleb fucking his fingers into you certainly doesn’t help. 

“Knock it off.” You spit on his cock again, squeeze it a bit tighter when you reach the tip. “It’s my turn.” 

“I can't make you feel good, too? Hmm?” Caleb asks as you glare at him. He curls his fingers into your sweet spot and you cum again. Eyes clenched and legs going weak. You collapse onto your side, and Caleb guides your head so your cheek rests on his stomach. 

“You have such a cute face,” he groans. “I just wanna fuck it.” 

He keeps one hand on the top of your head and guides his cock back into your mouth with the other. He thrusts his hips upward, and you gag at the sudden intrusion. 

You massage his balls as he fucks your mouth. The hinge of your jaw is starting to get sore with the effort of sucking him off, but hearing him gasp and moan above you, feeling his thighs twitch beneath you... It’s worth it, knowing that you’re able to make him feel this good. 

You want to be the only one making him feel this good. 

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do all this to you,” Caleb moans. He thrusts into you more sloppily, your only sign before he buries himself down your throat and cums, your name a pleasured gasp on his lips. You’ve never heard a more beautiful sound. 

Caleb pulls himself out of your mouth once he’s finished. You’re shocked to see his cock has barely softened, still erect and shiny. He must know you’re ogling it, because he asks, “Wanna try riding it?” 

You straighten up and nod. 

“Good. Get up here.” 

Caleb positions your knees on either side of his waist again and kisses you. His tongue strokes yours in a slow seduction. He seems content to take his time working you up. But you’re aching for him. You reach for the base of his cock so you can guide it into your swollen pussy. Already you feel sated just from sitting on it. 

Caleb lays beneath you, and you brace yourself with one hand on the back of the couch, the other on a cushion so you can rock your hips against him. You’re so full, you want to keep him buried inside you forever.  

He lifts you by your waist and pushes you down onto his length as he presses deep into you. Your walls clench around him, and he hisses sharply. Caleb pulls you down until you lay chest to chest. He takes hold of your ass and bounces you in time with his thrusts. 

“It’s so good,” you whine. 

“You like it when I fuck you this deep?” 

“I do.” 

 “Hmm? I can’t hear you.” He plants his feet and pistons his hips into you faster. 

“Caleb! I love it, I love it,” you cry out. 

He grabs your face and pulls you in for a messy kiss as you cum and cry for him. Your pussy tightens around him as your essence coats your thighs and his. 

He lifts you off him and repositions you so you sit on his face like you would on the couch. He wraps his lips around yours and sucks. Everything he does makes you crazy with desire, and you’re desperate to return the favor. You lean onto your side and take his cock back into your mouth, using your hand to pump the rest of him. You hollow your cheeks like he did to your poor clit earlier, trace your tongue along his frenulum.  

The room is filled with the wet sounds of you two bringing each other to orgasm. It’s as if you’re competing to see who can push who to climax first.  

You sob when Caleb lifts you off his face, but he swiftly repositions you so your back drapes over his chest and he pushes back inside you with a rumbling groan. He maneuvers your bunched up tank top off and fucks up into you at a fast pace. He alternates between playing with your bouncing breasts and toying with your swollen clit. Drool leaks out of your mouth with every second of unbelievable pleasure he puts you through. 

 Caleb hooks his elbows under your knees and folds you in half again. He braces his hands on the either side of your neck and pounds into your softened pussy. The angle makes you feel faint; he’s so deep, you’re wound up so tight. 

He shifts you both onto your sides, dropping your left leg so he can swipe at your clit; your right leg propped up even higher by his elbow. He continues to drive himself into you hard. Your vision blurs from the intensity of this moment. You can’t believe he’s fucking you in the living room. 

You can’t believe he’s fucking you in the living room. 

“Caleb, wait,” you pant. “What if Grandma comes back?” 

“Relax, I told you–ungh–she won’t be back until late.” 

You know he’s probably right, but the thought of her coming home, catching you both like this, terrifies you. But the fear is somehow electrifying and before you know it you reach an orgasm like no other. You can’t stop cumming on his cock as he languidly fucks you through it. 

“Caleb!” You wail.  

“My name isn’t a safe word.” He kisses you roughly then sucks on your nipple. “Saying my name won’t make me stop.” 

“Please, let’s just go to your, ahh! Your room!” 

“Alright, alright,” he laughs. “You are so hard to please.” 

He pulls out of you and stands up from the couch. You reach out for him, and he picks you up with ease before slamming you back on his cock. He uses your body like he would a fleshlight, bouncing you on his length so effortlessly even as he walks you both to his room. 

Caleb kicks his door closed behind him. He lays you down among his pillows, still plowing into you. The necklace you gave him sways in your face; the sight of it heats your blood to boiling.

“Fuck,” he drawls. He pulls his cock out with a lewd squelch and fucks his hand at a furious pace, concentrating on its head so that milky droplets of cum adorn your body. 

Caleb tears his shirt off so he can lay flush on your chest to kiss you, slow and hungry. He weighs you down so deliciously, and yet you wrap your legs around his waist, arms on his back, wanting him closer still. 

“Mmm,” he groans before another kiss. “You wanna keep going at it?” 

“Yes, I want all of you.” 

“Alright,” he flips you onto your knees, lifts your hips up into the air. He leans over your back to whisper right in your ear. 

“But now I’ll be rougher. This time… you can’t tell me to stop.” 

Caleb grabs your waist to the point of bruising and impales you on his dick. He pulls you back onto him as he pistons his hips against your ass. His balls slap against your clit with every heavy press of his dick in your sopping wet cunt, striking you with a jolt of lightning each time your bodies meet. 

You feel a hand card through your hair before it’s pulled hard. You cry out at the white-hot pain, the lick of lightning that zings down your back as it’s forced into a deep arch. 

“You’re so sexy like this. Letting me fuck you however I want.” 

“Ca-Caleb…Fuck! You’re gonna make me cum again.” 

“Yeah? You like my cock that much? But you thought it was a good idea to ignore me?” 

Caleb’s palm comes down on your ass hard. The shock and sting of it makes your walls spasm around him. His words melt your brain. You cum so hard that your body shivers with prickly pleasure. 

He presses your face into the pillows and fucks you harder. You groan, feeling too much. His skin sticking to yours, cum running down your thighs. Your throat is sore when you rasp his name. 

His hands wrap around your elbows, and he yanks you back onto him. He fucks into you messily. The sounds of your fervent coupling arouse you to no end despite the overstimulation that takes hold of you. 

“Gonna cum again like a good girl, hmm?” He growls. 

You moan in response. Caleb hooks one arm under both of yours and pulls you closer to him. His pace hardly falters. 

“I asked you a question.” He lands a quick slap to your clit and you yelp. “Or are you so fucked out for me that you can’t even speak? I’m fucking you that good, huh?” 

Caleb releases your arms to wrap his own around your torso. He grabs your breasts and throat, and your breaths leave you shallowly. Your wanton moans fill the air as Caleb pounds his cock into your softened walls. 

“So... Fucking...Good,” you groan. “Fuck don’t stop. Don’t stop!” 

Caleb presses into your sweet spot more forcefully. That coupled with his fingers on your twitching clit leaves you no other choice but to plummet into the throes of yet another earth-shattering orgasm. You fall limp against Caleb’s chest; your mouth stretches around a whisper-soft shriek.  

He holds you tight in his overwhelming embrace. His hips grind into you at a slower, sloppier pace as he shoots his cum deep inside your cunt. You feel his cock finally soften as you try to breathe.  

“Your eyes are fluttering again. Rest. I’ll hold you.”  

Caleb settles you both into the bed, his spent cock still snug within your cunt. He wraps himself around you, legs tangled with yours, his cheek on your temple. The soft vibrations of his words are enough to coax you into a sleepy state.  

“So, this is what it feels like to have you in my arms,” he whispers. “Should I hold you even tighter?” 

“Please,” you mumble. He wraps his arms around your center again and hugs you close.

“I thought you wouldn’t like this. You dislike the feeling of being ensnared, right? Am I the exception?” 

“Mhmm.” 

Your entire body is sore when you wake up. Muscles ache as you push yourself to sit up in bed. You take stock of your surroundings as you wake up. You’re dressed in one of Caleb’s oversized t-shirts, and you’ve been cleaned up. The scent of sex is a heavy, heady cloud in the air. And the summer sun outside the window casts the room in a burnt orange glow. There’s a beauty to this quiet moment that you want to cherish. 

...Did Caleb really fuck you that good? You’re in here waxing poetic about everything you see. You’ve never felt this blissed out before. 

The door to his bedroom eases open and Caleb appears with a glass of water in hand. A swarm of butterflies takes flight in your stomach when he smiles at you affectionately. You’re not sure what to say to him. Even after...everything, you feel so shy before him.  

You forget all about that when a succulent scent wafts into the room. 

“Do I smell braised pork? So, I was able to convince you after all.” 

“You know when it comes to food, there’s really no underestimating what you can do. You sure you don’t want me to cook you a nice, juicy wyrmlord?” 

“You have enough energy to tease me?” You ask. 

“And then some. I could make you cum all day, every day for a week and still find the time to toy with you.” 

You fling a pillow at his head that he catches with a boyish laugh.  

“Careful, you’ll spill the water I so thoughtfully brought you. Drink up.” Caleb holds the glass to your lips, and the heated look he gives you prompts you to open your mouth and take a few sips. Some water trickles out from the corner of your mouth as you do, so Caleb puts the glass on his nightstand and wipes it from your chin and bottom lip with his thumb. 

“You didn’t need to do that,” you say, a smile on your face despite your burning cheeks. 

“Well, you did call me selfish earlier.” 

“Because you were hogging the bathroom. What did you expect?” 

“It just reminded me of one time when we were younger. When you first called me selfish. It left a deep impression on me.” 

“Really?” 

“Of course.” Caleb sits down beside you in bed. He presses a kiss to your forehead. His lips linger there as he speaks. “You know I’ve always wanted to grow up as a generous…you know.”   

Your face heats up at the implication.    

“And you weren’t far off. I can be downright selfish sometimes. I want you to let me occupy every part of your life. That’s why it hurt so much when you were avoiding me.” 

“I’m sorry Caleb. I just...wanted you to belong only to me. And I didn’t think that was possible, so I lost my head a little bit.” 

"If you want all of Caleb...Well, I’m yours. And I’ll be right here, too.” He places a hand over your heart. “I always have been, I always will be.” 

[viinchester]

Shape Of You

Warnings: Mentions of an injury and that it's being taken care of (nothing too graphic), Depictions of Sexual Content (Minors DNI!), Rough/Intense Sexual Content, could be considered Dubcon by coercion (not really imo, but just to be on the safe side), Themes of Possession and Objectification

Fandom: Dexter (TV Show/Series)

Pairing: Brian Moser/Rudy Cooper x F!Reader

Request: by Anon

Summary: Brian takes care of your injury after you've taken a nasty fall, however you can't help but feel like something's off about the situation. Unaware of his dark thoughts and oblivious to the deeper manipulation at play, you clear your mind by focussing on his comforting presence, and things quickly get heated.

Word Count: 3.271

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A/N: For some reason, I really struggled with this.😬 I rewrote it like 3 or 4 different times entirely, I hope it's not too noticable.😅 I was also unsure when exactly to refer to Brian as "Rudy" so I tried to only do it whenever the writing directly represents the Readers thoughts about him.💕 I still had a ton of fun writing this and I hope I could do the idea that anon had justice and that you guys like it!🙏🏼 I would really appreciate reposts/comments with feedback.👀 Feel free to request stuff, I always enjoy getting some inspiration to keep the writing going.💙

Brian knelt beside you, his touch gentle as he pressed the damp cloth to your leg. The sharp sting of the cut made you wince, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the embarrassment of how it had happened.

You had tripped, just like you seemed to always do. This time, it had been over something small, a simple crack in the sidewalk, causing you to suddenly lie on the ground, blood welling up and staining your skin.

Heat rose in your cheeks in frustration at yourself and the fact that Brian now had to take care of you, but he was ever calm and didn't seem the least bit bothered.

Not saying much, he offered you a soft smile and then continued tending to your cut, his focus entirely on the injury itself.

He’d always been good at this type of stuff, fixing things while being composed and so in control — qualities you usually greatly admired in him.

But as you sat there in that moment, feeling the warmth of his touch, something didn’t seem right.

You knew you should be glad.

Here was your boyfriend, cleaning up your mess, like he so often did. You were fortunate, really, to have someone like him — patient and ready to swoop in when you inevitably fell again. So though you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was off, you did your best to simply brush it aside.

After all, this was Rudy. Sweet, dependable Rudy, who always seemed to know exactly what to do and was there for you whenever you stumbled — literally and figuratively.

And even if his fingers lingered just a little longer than necessary on your skin right now, it likely didn't mean anything. The way in which he inspected your bloodstained leg with a look of concentration reassured you further.

“You really should be more careful,” Brian suddenly said, his voice low and soothing. His gentle words and focused demeanor helped ease your nerves.

You chastised yourself for ever thinking twice about his actions. Your boyfriend was simply trying to watch out for you, that's all. Why were you even doubting him in the first place? Maybe it was just the pain from the cut or the embarrassment of tripping again. Or maybe it was the whole thing with the Ice Truck Killer going on at the moment.

Yes, that had to be it. It had probably made you more paranoid than you'd initially thought.

But you had absolutely nothing to worry about, because the sweet man kneeling in front of you was nothing like that monster.

Forcing yourself to relax a little, you sighed.

"I know," you mumbled, as he expertly bandaged your leg, secretly marveling at how steady his hands were.

It was easy to forget how awkward you felt in moments like this, with him so effortlessly tending to you. You crooked a smile at him then, but Brian didn’t meet your eyes right away. He was too busy inspecting his work, a subtle smirk of his own tugging at the corner of his mouth as he secured the bandage.

To you, he seemed satisfied with his patch job, but inside, something else simmered. He felt an almost childlike joy about the way you sat there, so vulnerable, your leg limp in his hands.

He liked seeing you this way — hurt, but not too hurt. Just enough to need him, to be reliable on him.

It stirred something deep inside of him.

“There,” he said, leaning back a little to admire the bandage. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and for a split second, something unreadable passed between you, but it was gone almost as quickly as it came. “Does that feel better?”

You looked down at your leg and inspected the professionally wrapped bandage. It was not too tight and not too loose. It was perfect. Just like him.

Tension oozing from your body, you nodded and looked up at your boyfriend again, smiling earnestly. “Yeah, much better. Thank you.”

His smile widened just a fraction, not quite reaching his eyes. “You’re lucky I’m here to patch you up,” he said with a lightness in his voice that made you feel a little better. “I’d never let anything happen to you.”

The way he said it — his voice smooth and promising — made you smile, comforted by his presence.

Rudy really loved you, didn't he? He was always right there when you needed him.

He stood up and offered you his hand, and despite the slight apprehension earlier, you eagerly took it. His grip was firm and steady as he helped you to your feet, making sure that you avoided putting too much weight on your injured leg.

You pushed past any lingering odd emotions and focused on the fact that you were grateful for him. You had nothing to worry about — not with Rudy, not with the man who never made you feel stupid for being clumsy, who was always kind to you, the calm in your storm.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you said softly, your voice carrying gratitude.

Brian's eyes flicked to yours, a faint twinkle in them. He felt content.

As he held your gaze for a moment longer, he could clearly see the relief and appreciation in you. It had him suppressing a grin, the way you were so easily fooled.

To him, you were perfect in your vulnerability, of course. A doll. Beautiful, delicate, and breakable. He liked you that way — liked the way your clumsiness brought you to him, having to be fixed, to be held together. Every scrape, every fall, was a small gift, an opportunity for him to touch you, to take care of you. To make you his again, piece by fragile piece. You were his creation, something he had molded with care and patience, and he was the only one who could keep you whole.

Or take you further apart, if he chose.

But for now, he was content to play the role you expected — your Rudy, the one who would always keep you safe.

He watched you as your eyes briefly flickered to his mouth and up again, and knew what you were going to do before you had even fully decided on it.

Slowly, you leaned in and brushed your lips against his, wanting to show him just how much you appreciated him.

Letting you take control for a moment, Brian allowed you to believe that you were doing something for him, even though he knew better. You were in his hands, for as long as you lived. The thought thrilled him in a way you could never know, in a way he would never let you see.

Keeping his lips perfectly still, Brian decided to act surprised by your sudden gesture, pausing for a few seconds, until he could just about feel you starting to pull away.

He kissed you back then, using every bit of his self-restraint to start softly, and his hand came up to cradle the back of your neck in a tender movement. Slowly, he deepened the kiss, daring to go further by tightening his grip on you slightly, almost imperceptibly.

After a few moments, you pulled back just enough to catch your breath, your heart beating faster. When you looked up at him, his smile was still there, and he looked as warm as ever to you. As you lost yourself inside his eyes, Brian felt that familiar pulse of satisfaction.

You didn’t know it, but you were already his, caught in the delicate web he had woven around you. He could see how much you trusted him and the unguarded naivety you held had been obvious to him from the very first moment that you two had met.

You were simply too brittle for this world. Too easily shattered by its sharp edges, too flimsy to protect yourself from the falls you constantly took. That’s why you needed him. That’s why you would always need him.

As his thumb stroked the pulse point along your neck, feeling the quickened beat beneath your skin, he smiled at you. It was a soft and loving smile, one he had perfected for you.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Brian now addressed your last sentence, his voice calm and encouraging, with only a tiny hint of something darker that you didn't seem to notice. “No matter how clumsy you are, I’ll always be there to fix you when you break.”

The words, meant to comfort you, immediately had their desired effect. You happily beamed up at him while blushing furiously.

“I’m really lucky to have you,” you told him and then leaned in again, kissing him softly and embracing the moment.

Wallowing in the comfort and warmth he provided you with, you slid your hands up his chest, deepening the kiss. You didn’t want to think or talk anymore, just enjoy the feeling of being with him.

Brian watched you through half-lidded eyes, noticing your movements growing more desperate with every passing second. He could feel the tension in your body — the way you were almost pleading for his control — and it amused him, in a way.

You didn’t even realize how effortlessly you fell into this role, how naturally you let yourself be pulled into his world.

Moving his hands down to your waist, he squeezed them a little tighter than usual, but you didn’t seem to notice the extra strength in his grip, too absorbed in your need.

When you grasped the hem of his shirt and tugged it up to pull over his head, he lifted his arms and let you, suppressing a smirk.

It was obvious to him that you needed this physical closeness. Your skin pressing against his, fingers now fumbling with his belt in a frenzy — you were letting go of any lingering doubts and focusing solely on him.

Feeling a sense of smugness, he guided you with quick, assertive movements, prying your clothes away with a roughness that seemed to match your urgency. You gasped as he yanked off your shirt and then dug his fingers into your skin, his touch simultaneously gentle and commanding. Leaning further into him, you longed for release already and how he always made everything else seem insignificant when you were together like this.

Brian’s lips determinedly traveled to your throat, kissing you with an insistent fervor now. You shuddered under the ferocity, but didn’t stop him. Didn’t want to stop him. His teeth grazed your skin, causing your head to fall back in an open-mouthed moan, arching your body against him, desperate for more. The heat of his passion overwhelmed you, pushing any thoughts of discomfort aside. Hands roamed your body, his traces both prodding and tranquilizing.

He could feel the way you were giving in to him and letting him take over, allowing him to guide you, and that’s exactly how he liked it. His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging in even more, and when you winced, he knew you felt it — though you never pulled away.

You wanted this. You needed him to be in charge.

When he led you into the bedroom, your discarded clothes left in the wake of his deliberate actions, his movements were filled with a raw intensity.

You shortly cringed at the sudden pain shooting through your injured leg when his weight pressed down on you as he pushed you onto the bed, but his lips crashing against yours with hunger made you almost immediately forget about any hurt. Kissing him back just as frantically, you wrapped your arms around his neck to cling onto him. He slipped his tongue between your lips almost forcefully, licking over every hidden crevice in your mouth with purpose. His hands roamed over your body and you moaned into Brian's mouth, his touch both a source of solace and pleasure for you.

Deep down on the inside a part of you noticed a subtle shift — Rudy was not being as gentle and careful as he normally was — but that part was swiftly drowned out by the sensations of everything else going on. All you could truly acknowledge in that moment was the incredible desire for him to make you forget everything but the feeling of him against you.

As if he somehow knew about what you’d felt, Brian interrupted the sloppy kiss and moved once more with intention and a vigor that sent your heart racing. His hands, bruising but controlled, pushed down the last bit of garment left between the two of you and you gasped as fresh air hit your intimate zone. You hadn't even realized how wet you'd gotten and now felt slightly ashamed at the way your body obviously liked the way he handled you and the way he'd been — and still was — pushing you and testing your limits, teetering the edges of breaking them.

He was still Rudy though, still the man who you trusted most in the world, so you didn't give it much more than a passing thought and decided to just roll with it.

Even though it would probably give you pause if you properly questioned it — the fact that he didn't usually act this way and only when you were injured or reliant on him in some way — for more than two seconds. But you didn’t question it for more than two seconds, couldn't, as your body deliciously responded and distracted you instead.

When Brian finally pushed into you, you cried out, your fingernails digging into his shoulders and leaving half-crescent-shaped moon indentions in his skin. He allowed you to adjust to his size for a short while, pushing his forehead against yours with his mouth hanging open in a silent groan as he relished in the feeling of being inside you.

After enough time passed for you to become used to him, you patted his shoulder and nodded ever so slightly, not capable of words.

Brian understood though, and immediately began to move, quickly setting a pace that was fast and demanding.

Pressing your eyes shut, you clung to him, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him impossibly closer — entirely missing the way his eyes were filled with something completely wild and dark. Focussing on the feeling of your boyfriend pushing and pulling inside of you, he soon began to hit that delicious spot deep in you, and you moaned loudly.

Brian leaned down then and you could feel his hot breath against your ear, his voice low and rough.

“You need me, don’t you?” he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine. You frantically nodded while gasping for air, unable to answer anything. “Whenever you need me, I am — and will — be there, every. single. time.”

He punctuated each word with a sharper and deeper thrust, angled directly at your sweet spot, leaving you choking for breath with tears in your eyes at one point. His words, though assertive, felt like a promise of security and care to you.

The room was heavy with heat, your breaths mingling, the sound of your bodies crashing together filling the space. Each push sent a jolt through you that made your head spin. You lost yourself in it all, in these repetitive motions, his touch, the feeling of his skin against yours.

One of his hands now moved to your clit and his movements became even more resolved and driven. He was controlling the moment, steering it exactly where he wanted, and your body responded accordingly. You could feel yourself being pulled in by the sensation, as he pushed you towards the edge.

“God, you’re so perfect like this,” Brian grunted, his voice a mix of command and encouragement. “Come on, it's alright. You’re mine, aren’t you? Just let go.”

Tears rose in your eyes as you felt your body react to both his words and actions, the increasing intensity overtaking everything else and throwing you into a rush of pure ecstasy.

Your fingers dug into his back, your breath ragged, and all at once you fell into the waves, pulled underneath by their impact. You couldn't breathe for a moment, until finally, with a twist from Brian's fingers and a sharp cry from you, you reached the surface again.

The release hit you hard, sending rows of pleasure crashing through your body, and all you could do was lie there and take it, face screwed up in the pleasure of it.

Brian followed soon after, his movements rough and forceful as he found his own release, breath hot against your neck as he groaned, low and deep.

For a moment, the world stilled as the both of you tried to calm your breathing, the overwhelming physical connection between the two of you leaving you in a daze. Your heart pounded in your chest, your body trembling beneath the weight of his body on you.

After what felt like ages, but was likely only seconds, Brian lifted himself up and out of you, leaving you feeling strangely empty at the loss of him.

He collapsed beside you then and the room fell into a heavy silence in the aftermath of what you'd done.

As he lay beside you, Brian's mind was a whirlpool of satisfaction and dark pleasure. He reveled in the way you’d clung to him, completely oblivious to the extent of his control. The contrast between your dependence on him and his calculated dominance over you joyed him immensely.

Lifting his head, he turned to you, his hand reaching out to gently brush your hair back from your face, his caress tender again and a stark difference from the intensity of the moments you’d shared just before. His fingers grazed over your skin, his touch so feather-light and soft, it immediately erased any lingering concerns in you.

It was an act, of course. A way to further embed his influence. The compassion was a calculated gesture, a way to reinforce the illusion of care while keeping you bound to him.

“Are you alright?” he asked carefully, his voice carrying a tone of worry that felt comforting, and you nodded, reassured by his touch.

He always knew how to make you feel cherished, and you clung to that sense of security.

He noted the way your body relaxed against his, your breathing steady and calm. The pretense of concern came naturally to him, a mask he wore so well.

His hand now rested on your cheek, his thumb brushing softly as he leaned in closer.

“I love you,” he whispered, the final nail in the coffin, as always, his gaze lingering on you and studying your relaxed and smitten features. To him, you were more than just a partner; you were a project, a creation he had formed. The sweetness in his voice was a facade that masked his true intentions.

He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, and you felt another wave of affection and safety. Any fleeting worries were overshadowed by his sedative presence. You knew he was there for you, providing the care and support you needed.

“I love you too,” you responded, wrapping your arms around him and drawing him closer, feeling his warmth envelop you.

And as you nestled closer, Brian’s thoughts were filled with a dark fulfillment. The control he wielded was subtle, deeply woven into the fabric of his relationship with you.

And you, in your innocent trust, had made it all too easy.

With the quiet settling in, you allowed yourself to sink into the comfort of his presence and fell asleep.

[teaboot]

what is a “dare kid” exactly? i’ve never heard of it before but i assume it has something to do with drinking based on your post?

The DARE "against drugs and violence" program was an educational program that was supposed to educate kids in grade 5 north American public school about the dangers of drugs, smoking, and alcohol through the late 80's-early 2000's.

If I remember correctly, it was a big booklet we had to read that described various substances in a vague, hand-wavy way, gave a list of all the terrible things these drugs did to your body, and then a cheesy example of someone trying to give you free drugs where you had to decline using one of the described techniques to theoretically train you against peer pressure.

Then at the end a cop would show up and talk about how drugs were bad, and you'd have to sign a contract promising to never use drugs, and they'd make you pay $25 for a T-Shirt declaring you were a DARE kid.

Sometimes you'd get a visit from a guy in a Darren the DARE Lion fursuit and you could get your picture taken giving him a hug while he handed you a certificate. (I declined the hug.)

The program is now defunct for many reasons, but primarily because it was later found to have increased substance abuse in minors, presumably because kids who had never previously heard of the recreational effects of these things were now aware that, one: drugs feel good, and two: apparently everyone is doing them all the time, and they're probably willing to share.

TL/DR: IMO, The DARE program was a preventative education program for kids that was essentially the substance abuse equivalent of handing out Purity Rings at a sex shop

[wenclair-more-like-whenclair]

If you’ve ever thought about writing smut or a sex scene but for some reason haven’t bc of fear or shame, this is your sign from God telling you that you should go for it. You should just go for it.

Genuinely, seriously, and completely unironically, writing sex scenes and exploring my favorite characters’ sexualities in writing has been one of the most healing and rewarding hobbies I have embraced in my adulthood. As someone who grew up queer in a hyper-conservative Christian space, I felt robbed of getting to explore sexuality in a healthy way, but writing smut can be such an amazing way to understand your own kinks and desires. Personally, it has helped me figure out what I am looking for sexually in a relationship and how I would like to be treated.

The internet has never had greater communities than the thousands of ppl on this app and ao3 who bond over a shared love of fictional character porn. Seriously, I have yet to think of anything more BEAUTIFUL and MAGICAL than the spiritual connection we feel across continents and all over the world just bc we believe that two men want to fuck. And trust me, there is something freeing and liberating about getting to write it yourself. Is there any kink you’d like to explore but are too shy to explore it with a partner at first? There is literally not a safer space than your own mind and the beautiful words you will create just trying to describe a cock going into a hole.

This is me fully affirming and supporting anyone across the world who wants to write about some fucking. DO THAT SHIT, man. It’s SO FUN. In my mid-twenties, my ideal relaxing day off is literally making myself a cup of hot coffee, turning on the lo-fi, and writing a good smut scene between one of my favorite ships. Literally the highest form of self-care imo. Nothing feels better. WRITE THAT SHIT.

[the-far-bright-center]

#LUKE WAS RIGHT #everybody is like love is what made ani fall BUT NO #love is what kept anakin sane #it is what kept him in the light for the longest time #that even palpy was like i gotta remove all his loved ones from the picture and isolate him #love brought anakin back to the light #LOVE saved the galaxy #Padme was right and so was luke (via @brilliantlymad)

I think there’s something rather strange going on with all the folks who insist that the Jedi Order in the PT was right and didn’t forbid love and Anakin should just have followed their teachings when the whole point of the prequels is that they are prequels. They come before the OT, and the OT proves the Jedi wrong. They literally do not make sense if they don’t do that.

Luke, in the original trilogy, gains his ultimate triumph, his ultimate victory, because he loved in defiance of the teachings of the old Order. He quite literally had the ghosts of the past telling him, explicitly and without ambiguity, that he has to put his love for his father aside and kill him, as is the duty of a Jedi. Luke has the weight of millennia of teachings weighing down on his shoulders, telling him they knew and know better than a young, inexperienced man barely out of his teenager years. That he should follow their teachings or be destroyed. That is an immense weight to carry, and many people would and explicitly have given in to it in-universe. What are your feelings and ideals in the face of such immense legacy, after all?

But Luke doesn’t give in.

He doesn’t bend.

He says “I may be young, and I may be new, but I believe to my heart and soul that love matters more than this legacy. Matters more than your teachings.” And he says this to the ghosts of his mentors. That is such a powerful moment and one I can’t believe George Lucas didn’t create it deliberately for even a second. This young man, being told he has to kill or die trying for a system that is dead or dying itself, that couldn’t survive itself, and refusing to do so. He is the living refusing to continue the violence of a dead generation. He is the young man refusing the draft into a war the old generation started, saying “peace and love matters more than you being right.” He is the embodiment of breaking the cycle.

And the movies vindicate him.

The main villain vindicates him with his last dying breath.

Darth Vader, dying, says “You were right.” and admits he and his were wrong. The main antagonist, Luke’s nemesis, in the face of his son’s immense, defiant love, gives way and does the impossible: he comes back to the light and dies a Jedi. The very thing the old Order says was impossible.

They were wrong. They have to be. The narrative demands it, the movies don’t make sense without it.

The solution was never to continue the cycle of the old Order, or Luke would have failed there, would have failed when he said “I am a Jedi, like my father before me.” And claimed that defiant, deviant, condemned definition of being a Jedi over the one presented to him by the Grandmaster of the old Order. If the old Order was right, Luke would have to be wrong. Be wrong about love, be wrong about laying down the sword, be wrong about refusing to fight. He would have to be wrong.

But the old Order is dead, explicitly killed by a monster, in some part, of their own making. It’s members only existing as bones in the ground or ghosts speaking from beyond the grave. They did not deserve it, it should not have been inflicted on them, but the narrative is clear on this: “The old way is dead, and was dying for a long time before that. Long live the new.”

Luke is that new. Luke is the breaking of the cycle, the reforging of swords into ploughs, the extended hand. Luke says “I don’t care how much I was hurt, I refuse to hurt you back, and you don’t need to hurt me either.”

“We can end this together and choose love instead.”

And Darth Vader, killer of the Jedi, End of the Order, lays down his arms as well, and reaches back as Anakin, saying “You were right.”

It wasn’t Obi-Wan, Yoda, Mace, Qui-Gon, or even Ahsoka who achieved the ultimate victory in the end, following the tenants of the old Order. It was Luke. Young, inexperienced Luke, who saw that the age of legacy handed to him was only history, that the sword handed to him as his life was only a tool, and that the decrees of the dead were only advice. And he took it all, said “thank you for your experience, but I’ve got it from here,” and laid it all down to instead extend an open hand towards his enemy.

And his victory, his ultimate triumph, his vindication, was that he was proven right when his enemy reached back and became just another person. Just another person, just like him.

The Jedi did not deserve what happened to them, and they did not deserve to die. But the story is clear on this: the Jedi of old were wrong, and the Jedi of new, the Last Jedi, was right. No sword or death will ever end the rule of the sword or end the bloodshed. But love?

Love can ignite the stars.

[mocchii-writes]

hii!! i love your work! i would like to request head-canons with a reader who is an ex cop (could be from the same reason as jun ho, as they failed to investigate the mysterious island) but this time, they’re actually able to infiltrate into the games. you can do separate characters for gi hun, in ho, dae ho, thanos, and nam gyu?!

Squid Game Boys if You Were Undercover in the Games

Paring: Seong Gi-hun, Hwang In-ho, Kang Dae-ho, Choi Su-bong (Thanos), Nam-gyu x fem!Reader (Separate)

Warnings: Drugs

A/n: I hope I understood this correctly, Anon, it's a very cool one! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

~🍡🍡

Hwang In-ho:

This would be very interesting indeed

Since he's also an undercover spy-esc. type, he might not even notice if you act suspicious in that type because he's covering up himself

but he also seems smart enough to figure it out

he would admire your bravery, if so, and originally planned to shut you down once he thought you'd had enough fun

but there was something about the way you looked at him sometimes that made him pause

it took him a while to realise he actually liked you, and the thought didn't exactly comfort him

you guys would play a game of tag in the dark, jumping around the fact that you're on opposing sides of a growing war

and you'd both pretend you knew nothing so you could be friendly guilt-free

he wouldn't hesitate at the chance to save your life, unlike he would for many other "friends"

he's very protective and defensive of you anytime anyplace

if anyone even thought of hurting you, pray for them fr

he's almost ashamed to admit to himself that he cares about you, but the thought hardly crosses his mind when met with false hatred for you instead.

(or what he calls hatred)

Seong Gi-hun (s2):

You knew he could use all the help he could get, and he seemed almost too kind to be in this place

and you knew you could use all the help you could get as well

so you didn't have to think long on it to decide to tell him what you knew

he trusts you, for sure

he's also protective of you, trying his best to ensure your safety even though that's a hard ask

and you protect him too, to the best of your abilities

you both have a common goal, too, and that helps with the bonding

speaking of

you two would bond pretty well imo, sharing your stories and fears with each other at night

he's not very confident in terms of romance, and he'd probably miss most of your hints because he's so used to people never glancing his way

but eventually he would understand

if not your feelings, then his own

and he would probably confess to you by like either exploding a bunch of words out of his mouth that are hardly understandable, or very quietly and clearly, like he's sharing a secret with you

Kang Dae-ho:

If you told him he would be so impressed, let's be honest here

literally star-struck, because an undercover ex-cop is the sickest thing ever??

and not to mention he definitely already admires you

he wants to know everything about your investigation and your backstory

he feels very safe with you, but still holds himself to the standard of defending you if he needs to

you'll probably have to make the first move unless you can boost his ego a little more because like I said, he thinks you're way too cool for him

you would do your best to help him, and he does the same for you

which really makes you two a crazy power couple because when you guys really link up you're unstoppable

I just know yall would devour in the riot omg

he loves loves loves you, and he loves talking to you about all the police stuff you do and his time in the military

Choi Su-bong (Thanos):

It's an understatement to say you were wary of him, and even more wary of telling him your reasons for being here

but it's not like he would notice anything weird, so you'll be alright

you were trying to keep a low profile, but Thanos didn't intend to just let a pretty girl like you get away

He tried his usual charms, and whether or not they worked is... irrelevant... 🤭

anyways

you joined his group because you thought it gave you safety, but that didn't stop Thanos from trying to win you over

after your suspicions died down, he seemed pretty genuine

so you told him your story, and he listened

he told you he'd try to help you, but neither of you know if he could really help that much

but he definitely respected you more after that

and nobody dares to mess with Thanos's girl, but if they did, you know he'd handle it

he thinks of you as a close friend as well, and he trusts you more after you tell him you're undercover

he would want to tell Nam-gyu, but he wouldn't if you didn't want him to

he would think it's hot lmao

he'd be like, "So you're a super secret spy? cool, cool. Where's your earpiece?"

"bro"

"Hm?"

it overall wouldn't really affect how he treats you, but your relationship would sift, probably for the better

Nam-gyu:

Depending on how you met, he would be really gentle with you imo

he's really nice with thanos (though he claims it's for the drugs)

so I think if he liked you he would really like you

we know he's very touchy and probably protective of you

but when you tell him your real story, he's flabbergasted

I mean sure, it makes sense, but what??

his perfect wife? (he's known you 4 days)

he's very proud of it

will probably yap to everyone about it, sadly

you'll really have to hold him back, if you can

he'd say he wants to hear about it but hed probably lose interest lmao

but he'll ask you late at night, and you two will talk for a while about your lives

he'd say he's ashamed of his life currently, and that you have so much more potential

you'd have to comfort him and tell him it's okay

also, please comfort him when he takes drugs from thanos because they make him pretty anxious sometimes

and he just wants to be with you, so hold him ♡

protects you but also knows you can handle yourself, just give him this

Sorry, I'm posting really slow but all the req will be out once I get on that grind ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

~🍡🍡

[tojisbbygworl]

The Apartment Across The Street pt. 1 - Sukuna x Reader

In the short time he watches her, he learns 3 new things: 1. She has a mirror on the left side of the window. 2. She is completely unaware of how easily someone could see her in all her half-naked glory. 3. Sukuna could overpower her if it came down to it.

Or maybe it’s 4 things. From the beating of his heart and the warm rushing feeling heading towards his dick, he learns the drug he thought he needed might not be a drug at all.

Words: 6.7k

Tags - 18+ MDNI, No Use of Y/N, No Curses, Set in late 90s/early 00s, Smut, Angst, High Sex, Missionary, Degredation, Marijuana, Slight x Toji (I can't help myself)

WARNINGS - Dead Dove, Dark, Non-Con/Dub-con, Breaking and Entering, Sukuna and Toji are criminals, Sukuna's a hitman, Choking, Violence

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author's note: Heyyyy! Okay I went a little too hard like I always do so this is a bit long and (imo) it get's a little intense so be warned. I hope you enjoy hopefully I have some motivation to keep writing. art cred: @innaillus

Pt. 2 Pt. 3

That apartment used to be empty.

Sukuna hadn’t been home in a week. He doesn’t mind. He’s learned to not have too many hopes or expectations in this line of work. Besides, he prefers being his own boss. He accepts contracts when he needs money then he’s off until it runs out. Doesn’t matter if they take days or even weeks.

Shorter jobs like this one weren’t his treat. They don’t pay as much as he likes, but it works out. These apartments were a bit shitty, they didn’t cost too much. And, he was right in the middle of the city. Easy to meet clients. The clubs went on all night long. Which is exactly how late he was out when he was home. Actually, he was planning to go out tonight. Meet up with Toji and see if he can’t get a woman in his bed by 2 am.

He wondered how long it would take to see his newest neighbor. The way the apartments in the complex are built, you could easily see into your neighbor’s bedroom. 'State guidelines say blinds aren’t required. You buy them,' was the response he received when he brought the problem up to the landlord. A lot of people invested in curtains, maybe they hadn’t bought any yet. He saw a bed, but it seems to be the only thing they’ve managed to set up. There were a couple boxes with flaps wide open sitting beside it.

After a few more moments of rumination, he closed his curtain and laid down on his bed waiting for a text to come over. In truth, he couldn't wait to see who was unlucky enough to be his new window neighbor. The last one didn’t go too well. They also didn’t invest in curtains and he isn’t entirely sure if he’s the reason they moved out, but he’s sure they didn’t appreciate catching his stare multiple times a day. And that one time at midnight.

-

All it took was the next morning.

Sukuna’s eyes crept open and he stared towards the ceiling. The girl he brought home last night was dead asleep and naked on his chest. He yawned and wiped his face tiredly. He nudged the girl off of him a bit, then sat up on the side of his bed. Ugh, he felt like shit. Toji always went entirely too hard when they went out, but Sukuna doesn’t mind. He has nowhere to be. Nothing to do. 

He got up and stretched then walked to the bathroom. As he completed his morning routine, he pondered about what today would behold for him. This is another reason he hated short jobs. Sukuna loves free time, but only if there’s something to do with it. There never really is.

He could kill that girl in his bedroom. In fact, he could have killed any girl he brought home since he moved in half a year ago. But the last time he made his job his hobby, it didn’t go so well for him. It was too close of a call, and getting arrested for murder just isn’t worth it. He could spend a couple months in the pen, not years at a time.

He spat out his toothpaste. Life was so fucking mundane. He had no life goals, barely any friends, his little brother hates him, and he works alone. All things he doesn’t actually care about, but shit, when is he going to get some excitement? Nothing gets him going anymore.

He needs something that will make him feel. A drug of some sort? But that doesn’t seem right to him. Even now as he walks back in the room staring at the woman in his bed, he feels nothing. If she woke back up and decided she wanted to have sex with him, he would say yes, but only because it’s something to do. He’s not feeling any particular way about her.

The moment he sat back down on the bed, she started shifting around. A few seconds later, she lifts her head and yawns. “Good morning.” She giggles, she leans over and kisses his cheek. Sukuna grunts.

The girl looks around the dark room. “It is morning, right?” She doesn’t let him answer before she stands up and opens the curtains. “Oh wow,” she exclaims. “I can see directly into your neighbor’s room.” She says. He still doesn’t get up, just hums at her.

“She’s cute though.”

Sukuna perks up upon hearing that. “Oh yeah? I haven’t seen her yet. She’s new.”

This was the first time since they’ve met that she said something interesting, but unfortunately for him, she drops the subject immediately and walks back into bed, leaving the curtains open. Sukuna holds back his sigh. Does he really want to spend the rest of his morning with this girl? It was half past 8. Way too early.

“I'm going to start getting ready for work,” he says without skipping a beat. She stops in her tracks and blinks at him, clearly not expecting that. It’s silent for a few moments. Sukuna’s not sure what she’s waiting on, but if it’s for him to say he’s kidding or let her stay, she’s sorely mistaken.

“Oh, I thought you were contracted,” she says nervously.

‘I only work when I feel like it, gorgeous.’ Sukuna inwardly curses himself for his suave nature. “Yeah. I got a contract. In an hour.”

His curtness and annoyed expression did good to make her feel completely and totally unwanted. The girl awkwardly smiled at him. “Oh, ha ha. Yeah…okay.” Sukuna got up and walked out of the room. Give her a little space to feel like shit while she gets ready to leave. He makes himself a cup of coffee, his face still that same blank expression even after he hears her rushing out the door from behind him. When she’s gone he takes himself back into his room.

He walks up to his window to close the curtains once more until someone catches his eye. He freezes and his eyebrows shoot upwards. That girl was right. She was cute. And he had the perfect view of her. She seemed to be posing or checking herself out. Sukuna wasn’t sure which one it was, but he hoped she didn’t stop. That bikini she had on was doing wonders for her, and him.

Something was off. Looking at her made him…tense. His hands were gripping the curtains, he was biting the inside of his cheek, his leg was shaking; Was it anxiety? No, she’s not making him nervous. What he’s feeling is euphoric. He likes it. He wants to grip her bare waist and squeeze her until she bruises.

In the short time he watches her, he learns 3 new things: 1. She has a mirror on the left side of her window. 2. She is completely unaware of how easily someone could see her in all her half-naked glory. 3. Sukuna could overpower her if it came down to it. Or maybe it’s 4 things. From the beating of his heart and the warm rushing feeling heading towards his dick, he learns the drug he thought he needed might not be a drug at all.

-

It doesn’t take long after that to finally meet her.

Before taking his most recent job, Sukuna had nearly consumed everything in his fridge. What was left was now finished and he spent a lot of his morning sulking at a half empty milk carton, his breakfast for the day. He hated eating out, it messed with his figure.

The local grocery wasn't too bad of a walk from his place, although he hated carrying everything back. He always bought a few necessities and a few ingredients to quickly whip something up for his dinner. Today, he’d have to bulk up if he doesn’t want to keep coming back.

As much as he hated the public, shopping never seemed to be a problem for him. He was tall and intimidating, he never smiled, he was always tense; people tended to avoid him like the plague. He appreciated it. But, as he enters the frozen meal aisle with his cart half full he wishes that just for a moment, he looked approachable. Then, this would be much easier.

There she was, in sweatpants and a cropped tube top, looking at the frozen pizzas. She looked like she had been home all day. She was much cuter now that he could see her better. A lot cuter. She’s pretty as hell.

Thank goodness, too. He already knew what her body looked like, what with her constantly taking pictures of herself in front of the window. She liked to play dress up, she would try on entirely different outfits before she was satisfied. Pretty soon, the colors of her bras and panties would be ingrained into his memory.

He stood there looking her up and down for a few more seconds before he started browsing once more. Although he really was looking for food he wanted, he used this opportunity to slowly get closer to her. He pretended to be interested in some frozen broccoli and he snuck a look at her. To his surprise, and enjoyment, she had done the same. When they made eye contact, she jerked and looked away. A couple moments after that, she grabbed her food and walked away into another aisle.

Sukuna chuckled to himself. She wouldn’t get away that easily. He dropped the broccoli in his cart and followed after her. He hadn’t seen which aisle she’d gone into, so he kept walking down and looking into each one until he found her trying to get some chips from a high shelf. He smiled upon seeing her struggle. Maybe this would be easier than he thought.

He managed to walk right up behind her and reach for the chips she was trying to get before she got startled. She gasped a bit and looked up at him. He looked down at her. Fuck, she was pretty. His heart started to pound, he could practically salivate at the idea of taking her home.

He hands her the chips before she can say anything, then walks away. Before he’s out of her sight he hears her say, “Thank you so much.”

Her cadence, the velvety softness of her voice; it made him want to drop to his knees. How sweet would she sound if he bit into her neck? How soft is her yelp when she stubs her toe? How shrill is her scream when she’s in pain?

Her appreciation made him stop in his tracks. He turned over his shoulder to look at her. She seemed nervous and her eyes were uncertain. Sukuna began to feel restless. So many ideas of what he could do to her if he got her alone were rushing through his mind and she was none the wiser. This aisle has been empty and no one has come by. He could take her right now.

Instead, he looks her up and down. “Yeah, sure.” And then he walks away with his shopping. He leaves wondering when next they’ll meet, she does the same as she watches his back.

-

“Still haven’t called the maintenance guy, huh? Lazy jackass.”

Sukuna turns his head to the side and glares at his unwanted guest. Toji may have been his best friend, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t want to break his fat neck and bury him in the park. Besides, that title meant jack shit. They met in jail and Toji helped him get on his feet when Sukuna’s sentence was up. Toji never really left him alone and Sukuna stayed because his family was rich. If anything, they were close acquaintances who had sex sometimes.

Speaking of Toji’s money, the asshole grew up in an affluent family which means his standards were a bit too high for the humble abode that Sukuna prefers. It was probably the most annoying part about him. He was complaining about the door to the bathroom. It didn’t close correctly so you had to force it shut. Something that just isn’t enough of a problem to be bothered to try and fix.

“Stop coming over if it annoys you so much,” Sukuna responds, taking another drag from their second blunt for the morning. He was finally starting to feel something from it and he didn’t want to hear Toji whining about bullshit.

“Nah, I think I’ll keep coming. Especially with your fine ass neighbor.” Toji walked away again, not seeing Sukuna’s head jerk towards him. What was he talking about? Sukuna didn’t tell him about her. Did he see her?

“Why the fuck are you in my room?” He gets up to follow behind him. Sukuna looks down the hallway and sees both his room and the bathroom doors wide open. The bathroom was empty. “Get out.”

He starts walking towards his room door but jumps back when Toji rushes out of it. “Come look at this,” he says, grabbing his arm.

Toji had this crazed grin on his face and he was tugging him along impatiently. “What the hell are you-” Sukuna’s words die in his throat as he gazes upon what had Toji so excited. It was his beautiful neighbor changing in front of her mirror again except, there was a big problem. She had never been completely naked before.

Holy shit, her body could stop a truck. Sukuna let his jaw drop. His eyes raked her from her breasts to her legs. She would turn around occasionally, walk back and forth in front of the window, oh he loved the way her tits bounced. He wanted her on top of him, his dick sliding in and out of her while he latched onto her nipple.

“She’s sexy as fuck, huh?” Sukuna’s unceremoniously snapped out of his trance by Toji’s comment. He turns his head towards him looking at his smile and twinkling eyes. “She do this all the time? Does she even know?” Toji gasps and looks him in the eye. “Does she do it on purpose?”

I’m that moment, a switch had flipped inside of Sukuna. Toji was watching her before he brought him in here. He saw her naked first. He shouldn’t have seen her at all. The warm swarm of butterflies in his abdomen had fluttered away, a feeling of rage building in his heart instead. She was Sukuna’s to look at, not Toji’s.

To answer his question, Sukuna shrugs. Then, they both turn towards her again only to make eye contact with her. They see her gasp, cover herself and shriek before running from the window. “Fuck,” they say in unison before shutting the curtain.

“I blame you for that,” Toji says despite both of them being at fault. He puts his hands in his pockets and walks out of the room. “Where’s the blunt?”

Toji may have forgotten about that little encounter, but Sukuna doesn’t think he can forget anytime soon. He hates that Toji got to see her like that. They still haven’t spoken more than once to each other, and now she knows he’s a pervert that stares at her through their windows. Sukuna scowls at the ground then slams his hand into the wall. She’ll leave soon just like the last one did, but this time, he doesn’t want to accept that as a possibility.

He gives himself time to calm down before joining Toji again. He can’t bring work home again.

-

It was over.

He saw her once after that incident. Waiting for Toji to pick him up for the night, he stood outside the local gas station smoking a cigarette. She’d been on his mind since. She invested in curtains, unfortunately. She was really uncomfortable. He’s not even sure if she’s left the apartment.

Thinking about what happened made him furious. If Toji hadn’t gone into his room he would have never seen her. Oh he just can’t shut the hell up about the shape of her ass and how he would let her suffocate him with her gorgeous thighs. Sukuna sighed, her thighs were gorgeous weren’t they?

She was a missed opportunity. There are so many ways he could have started something with her. It’s not like she didn’t like him, had they met again before that, he’s sure he could have gotten her number. Usually, missing out on a woman wasn’t that bothersome, but she was different for him. He looked forward to beating his dick under the windowsill while she tried on clothes. His imagination wasn’t bad, but by the time he came in his hands, his dick was red and sore and his arm was tired.

His memory is not enough. He wants her.

He looks at the time on his watch. A quarter ‘til midnight. He rolls his eyes. Toji’s always late. A quick snack is in order.

Sukuna mindlessly stares at the powdered donuts wondering if he really feels like fucking up his clothes and having dirty fingers. He hates club bathrooms, the one here is just as bad, and he doesn’t want to lick his fingers. Maybe he won’t. But right before he decides to leave, the door opens. He turns his head upon hearing the small ring of a bell, but doesn’t pay attention to the culprit until they’re in the same aisle. “Oh shit,” he said before he could stop himself.

He tries to look away before she notices, but it’s too late. He looks back at her and grimaces. The girl is shaken to her core. Poor thing is afraid. And while Sukuna feels a bit bad about making such a cutie so frightened, it kind of…warms his heart. She takes in a deep breath and twists back around. She doesn’t even buy anything. She just leaves.

He almost chases her. He stands in the aisle still reveling in her presence. He breathes deeply thinking about how nice it felt to have such power over someone. Hm.

Sukuna leaves the store only a few moments after her. Toji’s BMW was running next to a pump as he got out of the car. “Oh shit, there you are.” He grins. “Guess who I just saw.”

“I know. She was running from me.” Sukuna says, getting into the passenger seat.

Toji cackles while driving away. “Damn, so she’s scared of us, huh?” Sukuna shrugs. “She looked like it. Girl was huffing it. Actually…she ran down the street towards where we’re going.”

Sukuna raises a brow at him. Toji doesn’t say anything and just keeps smiling. “So?”

He turns on his beamers and slows down as he drives between the apartment buildings. Sukuna’s eyes widen as he realizes just what Toji’s trying to do. And soon his lips follow. Just up ahead was a figure with a hoodie walking very quickly. They turn around and immediately shield their eyes from the bright lights. It was her.

She seemed confused at first, and the bright light contrasted with the darkness of the night blinded her from seeing who was in the car. However, she didn’t stop walking or slow down. She decided to mind her business instead. It could be anyone. Anyone. Even though it was the same car waiting at the gas station.

Despite her telling herself that she’s okay, she couldn’t help but notice how they were matching her speed. And that once they had gotten right behind her, the window was rolled down. And that she still had a block left to go.

“Ay,” Sukuna shouted from behind her, effectively terrifying her. She turned to see his smile and upon further investigation, she saw Toji’s from the driver’s seat. Oh no. “You can’t say hi? You scared of me?” He taunts.

She ran.

-

And that was the worst thing she could have done.

There have been a few recent instances that made her question her move to this city. She was hoping to start a new life, away from her family, away from her ex, make some new friends; she didn’t think she would be planning to move out after a couple months.

That man…she didn’t know what the hell his problem was. Why did he and his friend follow her out of the gas station? Was he crazy? Did she do something to him? Since they followed her, she’s been racking her mind trying to figure out what the hell she did to deserve this. Before that, she had only ever spoken to him once at the grocery store. He was extremely intimidating, but she was intrigued by him. She didn’t mean to stare, but he was very attractive. Clearly he had seen it as some sort of invitation. Maybe he followed her into that aisle and it wasn’t just an act of kindness.

Coming home after work had become so much more nerve wracking. In fact, coming out of her unit brings her horrible anxiety. She’s constantly looking over her shoulder. Tries to pretend the building across doesn’t even exist. She doesn’t understand what took her so long to get curtains; it just wasn’t a priority for her. Either way, she didn’t deserve to be punished for her forgetfulness.

She’s in a weird position where the longer she goes without seeing him, the more worried she becomes even though she never wants to see him or his friend again. Currently, she was in the elevator heading up to her apartment. She was catching her breath and trying to relax now that she was safe. She does this everyday now.

She couldn’t wait to be home. The entire day she’s been feeling like complete crap. Her heart refused to leave her stomach. She dropped so many cups behind the bar that she spent more time sweeping and wiping up drinks than making them. And she was on the verge of tears the entire time. It was nice to be home, but she wondered how bad it would be tomorrow.

In fact, it was so bad today that although she was physically relaxed, her brain just wouldn’t be quiet. It kept telling her to stay alert, that there was still something waiting for her. She tried her best to ignore it and enjoy her night. She was going to kick off her shoes, rip off all her clothes, warm up her leftovers and hit her bong. She was off tomorrow and she is not planning on leaving her room at all.

She messed with her keys when she approached her door. All the apartments had two locks, a deadlock and a lock on the handle, but she was looking for another that she could attach herself. The home goods store near her didn’t have any promising ones, so she had to wait on a shipment.

She reached for the handle to unlock it. Her hand twisted the lever and she retracted it immediately. Her heart starts racing once more, but then she realizes the door was still closed. When she can’t get the door open, she sighs in relief. The deadlock was still intact and locked. The apartments are just shitty.

As relieved as she was in that moment, this just meant she had another problem to deal with. She couldn’t go with one of her locks not working, especially not the handle. In fact, maybe she’ll deal with it tonight. She does have tools and she can be pretty handy when she needs to be.

Like she wanted to, she kicks off her shoes and rips off her jacket. She almost takes off her clothes before she notices a certain smell in the air. Her apartment smelled of weed, but it smelled like someone was actively smoking right at that moment. Maybe it was her next door neighbor.

She walks through her silent home. Maybe she should get a cat. There are quite a few friendly strays around. She could afford-

What was that noise?

A bump. In her bedroom.

What could it have been? Had her worst fears come true?

No. It’s not possible…so why had that sinking feeling returned in full force? There was nothing in her room. There was no one in her room…

-

Toji had broken the lock for him. 'Just record it for me,' was his end of the bargain.

The place was just as cute as he thought it was. She still had a lot of things unpacked, and she hadn’t gotten a couch for the living room. Hm. He wonders if she really is planning on leaving. That would not be good.

He would want her to stay, but if she can get away from him, at least he’ll get a taste of her.

She leaves her weed out. Hm…he would enjoy this better if he were high. And he’ll make her smoke too. 

When he heard her coming closer to her room, he put the bong down and stood up. Her room was small and it was pitch black, the only light coming from the embers in the bowl. He hit her closet door and she heard it. Fuck. He hopes she doesn’t get a weapon out.

And she didn’t. This girl is…something else.

He hides right behind the door in between the wall and the hinges. Then, he waited quietly and patiently until she slowly opened the door and turned on the light. And before she could try to look around, he slammed the door shut behind her.

-

It all happened in a second.

She heard the door slam and time froze. She told herself then and there, that she was going to die tonight. She knew who her killer would be before she turned around. Did she even want to?

She didn’t have a choice, her body reacted before she could think. All she saw was a small scowl, he had brown eyes, but they looked tainted with blood. His hands, his large hands, shot towards her head and before she could scream he trapped her mouth shut. His other hand gripped the back of her head.

She fought him as violently as she could. She scratched his face, pulled his hair, tried to poke him in the eyes; but he was quick to show her that he was much stronger than her. He pulls his hand off of her mouth and smacks her across the face. She can only scream for a second before his hand is back on her mouth and he pushes her into the bed.

Sukuna takes his hand off of the back of her head and squeezes her neck. He still holds her mouth shut. She gets weaker and weaker as the oxygen leaves her brain. He leans down towards her face to speak to her. “You want to live?”

Tears had long been streaming down her face, but this is the point where she finally breaks down wailing. She lets her arms fall and Sukuna loosens his grip on her neck. But only slightly. She takes a deep breath and cries into his hand. “Answer me,” he says. “Come on, pretty girl.”

She cries a bit more before nodding her head in defeat. “I know. You’re gonna do what I say?”

She nods again. “You’re not gonna scream when I take my hand off?” She sniffles and sobs again. “Because you want to fucking live, right? Right?” He tightens his grip on her neck again. She kicks her feet and nods as best as she can. “Go turn off your light and turn on your lamp. You’re gonna smoke with me.”

He gets off her and watches her to make sure she does what he asks. It takes her a minute, she lays there quietly sobbing and wiping her tears while Sukuna takes another hit of her bong, but eventually she gets up to turn on her lamp, then flip her light switch. “Lock the door too. I like the feeling of extra privacy when I’m taking a woman to bed.”

-

He disgusts her.

He forces her to take several long hits that had her in horrible coughing fits. And of course, it wasn’t long before she was completely inebriated. She couldn’t really move too much, or think too much. But even though she was out of commission, she could hear every word Sukuna said to her.

He talked her ear off about how he’d been looking at her for a week before they met at the grocery store. All the way up until she realized just how exposed she was from catching him and his friend staring. It was her fault, is what he said. He said she was stupid to not think anyone could see her. She should have gotten blinds or curtains when she moved in. A fucking dumbass bitch.

That’s how she felt.

He taunted her as he watched her take her clothes off. His dick was already in his hand, he had been hard for a while. Imagining his dick finally pounding into her as he squeezes the life out of her.

‘I think you wanted someone to watch you,’ he said to her. She hung onto every word he said, answered every question he had. ‘You’re an attention seeking slut, aren’t you? Nod your head.’ And she did. ‘What’s your name?’ And she told him. ‘Take that shit off faster and come hit this again.’

She was completely out of it, but instead of floating, she sank. She sunk deeper into the bedsheets, Sukuna weighing her down with every word. Every stroke of his hand on her thigh, every lick on her neck and collarbone, every bite on her chest. When he reached down between her legs and stroked her clit, she moaned, then cried in shame.

“Shhhh,” he whispered in her ear from behind her. “You’re gonna love me. And if you’re good I won’t hurt you.” He kisses her ear, then nibbles on it. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down the side of her neck. She cries and shakes, twisting her head away from him as best as she could. Sukuna’s hands explore her body eagerly. He can’t decide whether he wants to grip her hips or play with her nipples. She was so soft, just as he imagined.

He flips her onto her back. “Look at me, baby.” She opens her eyes only slightly, her tears blurring her vision completely before falling. He takes his hand to cup her cheek and wipe them with his thumb. As she gazed upon his naked body on top of hers, she accepts her fate: this man was going to rape then kill her.

He looked deranged. His brows were knit together with a lopsided grin. Her body is racked with sobs once more. “It’s okay,” he tells her. “Shhhh.” He slowly brings his thumb wet with salty tears to her mouth. She tries to pull her head away, but he quickly attaches his hands back to her mouth and head then he leans down towards her. “I thought you said you wanted to live.”

She’s actually not sure at this point. Does she want to live with this trauma? Does she want to continue being this man’s neighbor for him to torture however he sees fit? Does she want to have to look at his building every single day living in fear that he’ll do it again? Living in fear of his friend getting any bright ideas?

“Just relax.” He lets go of her head and goes for her neck. She moans as he bites and sucks on it, making sure to leave a mark reminding her of what he did. It won’t be the only one.

Sukuna slowly takes his hands and lifts both of her legs in the air. He licks his fingers while looking at her, then bites his lip as he plays with her clit once more. She breathes harder and harder with every rub. They don’t break eye contact, it does something to him. He’s reveling in her fear. Her eyes were shot, her mascara and eyeliner running down her face. It made her look even more beautiful. She was making him feral.

Sukuna’s dick was an angry scarlet and dripped precum all over her leg where it rested. He was big and it scared her even more. As his eyes explored her body, he got hungrier and hungrier. He slides a finger inside of her and starts pumping. Her pussy was slick with her arousal.

“Fuck,” he whispered putting in another finger. He pumped his fingers hard enough to make her wetness splash. She threw her head back and arched her chest into the air. She sounded just as sweet as he thought she would. She was turning out to be everything he wanted and more. He wasn’t waiting any longer.

He yanked his fingers out of her and searched her bedside table for his camcorder. She whined when he removed himself from her and watched him. Sukuna pressed record.

“Say hi to Toji,” he told her, sticking the lens in her face. She closes her eyes and tries to avoid the camera. He grips her chin with his fingers and forces her head forward. “Ain’t she pretty?” Sukuna pulls away from her face to record her body. He takes her tit in his hand to play with. He jiggles and pulls on her nipple before smacking it. When she squealed he did it again.

“He’s gonna love watching me fuck the shit out of you.” Sukuna sat and balanced the recorder on her nightstand perfectly angled to show their torsos and hips. He gets back on the bed to grab her waist and pull her towards his. He groaned when he felt his dick rub against her pussy. “You know who I’m talking about, right? My friend? You know he saw you before I did.”

He pauses to spit into his hand and starts jerking his throbbing shaft. “I wanted to kill that fucker.” Sukuna leans over once more and kisses her several times before capturing her lips in one long and forceful kiss. He rubs his dick against her entrance as he does this, with a desperate moan from both of them to accompany it. Sukuna rests his forehead against hers. “Tell me you’re mine.” His eyes are fiery, and she doesn’t wish to find out what will happen if she fails to do what he asks.

His tip begins to poke through her entrance. She whimpers and he brings his head down and bites her lip. “Come on…”

“I’m yours-” He finally starts tucking his dick into her. The feeling of being inside her was heaven on Earth. He wasn’t ashamed of how loudly he moaned. She was louder anyway. They always are. Even when they don’t want it.

“My name is Sukuna.” She takes all of him like a fucking champ. And looks good as fuck while doing it. And her voice…

“I’m yours, Sukuna.”

A tear ran down her cheek. The dragging of his dick against her walls was nothing like she’s ever felt before. It felt so good, but she was the unhappiest she’d ever been. She’s terrified and unsure if she’ll live to see tomorrow. He says he won’t kill her if she’s good, but what does good even mean to him?

She knows there’s nothing she really could have done to avoid what was currently happening to her. This man- no, Sukuna, saw her when she was first moved in and decided then and there that he wanted to rape her. No matter what he claims about her being rude and ignoring him when he helped her. And yet, she blames herself.

If she had just gotten curtains or blinds early enough, then maybe she could have avoided him. Or maybe she wouldn’t have existed to him at all. At least he wouldn’t have known what floor she was on or her room. Maybe he wouldn’t have known what building she was in.

She was so fucking stupid.

-

He repeated that all night.

‘Stupid fucking bitch,’ he would mutter under his breath. ‘Changing in front of a window, thinking no one’s gonna see you? Posing in mirrors and shit?’ He fucked her at a smooth and steady rythym, she was soaking wet and splashing all over his stubble. The sheets were damp underneath. ‘Oh yeah. You like it when I talk to you like that?’ She couldn’t stop herself from crying in humiliation.

He asked her to cry louder for ‘Toji’, which she did, and he proceeded to smack her across the face for being too loud.

He felt amazing, he pushed her legs into her chest and hammered into her. She cried into his mouth as she came all over him. Her pussy squeezing his member drive him insane and before he knew it he was cumming inside her. ‘Fuck…’ He pulled out and jerked the rest of his cum onto her pussy and thighs. He quickly grabbed the camera to show Toji, with the flash on.

‘Look at that shit,’ Sukuna made sure to examine her at every angle. He pushed his finger into her and chuckled when she moaned. His index was covered with his cum and he brought it and the camera up to her body and face.

She was completely tired out. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she could barely even lift her eyelids. Sukuna kissed at her like a dog, then maneuvered the camera to her face. Her face was soaked with tears and spit. Her makeup had smudged everywhere and ran down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess, and she ached everywhere.

Her mouth hung open and Sukuna proceeded to jam his finger into it. He used it to pull her head back over to him and made out with her. Then, his dick started poking her ass.

She had no idea what time last night they were finally done, talk less of when she actually fell asleep. He smoked a blunt after the whole thing, sat her up so he could make her smoke too. He found her liquor cabinet. The night got worse.

She puked her guts out then fell asleep on the floor, but now she was in her bed trapped underneath him. They were both naked. She was sore as the day was long. He snores next to her. Holy fucking hell. She’s alive. Why is she alive?

She starts breathing heavily and looking around her room. She doesn’t know what to do. She didn’t think she would still be here.

In a flash, he’s up. His hand is over her mouth, and his eyes are staring into hers. He has a poker face. She shakes in his clutches and her eyes fill with tears already. “Relax. Listen to me. I know what you’re planning.”

What? What is he- “I dare you to fucking try and move away from me. I will follow you and ruin your life.”

“You said you were mine last night? Then you’re mine. You’ll do what I say, and I’ll do as I please with you. Do you understand?”

All she could do was nod. What could she say? She was planning on moving despite not having the money for it. She would have to save up. And now that he’s shown her what he’s capable of, why would she take the risk? 

Why is this happening to her? What did she do to deserve this? Want a better life for herself?

-

Sukuna was pleased with how the morning was going.

She was sitting on a stool in her dining room watching him make them breakfast with an ice pack on her face and a blanket over her body. She didn’t know what to think.

Suddenly, he perks up and turns towards her. “You got a phone, pretty?” 

She could throw up again. She swallows and points towards the hall . “My room,” her voice was hoarse and weak. “On the other side of the bed.”

He pauses and blinks at her. She gets scared again wondering what she did wrong this time. He turns the heat off. “You’re coming with me.”

Toji answers in a flash. “So, how was it?”

“You’re gonna like what you see.” He turns towards where she’s sitting on the bed. “Isn’t that right?” She’s not amused.

“Are you…are you with the bitch right now?” Toji asks.

“Yeah,” Sukuna makes his voice dreamy. “We’re going steady.”

ending a/n: Please lmk what you think ! Thank you for reading !

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Said I would post them eventually, and here they are... my for-fun redesigns of the main Replikas with see in game, Elster and Ariane being the primary focus of course

If you are curious about my general thoughts and on why I did this fun little thing, and my personal criteria doing it, feel free to read below!

Let me just say that I love Signalis to bits. It has a beautiful, heart-wrenching story. But - and this is just my personal opinion, and without any animosity truly - the style of the cutscenes (not the 3D in-game style or the models) is not my cup of tea. It's just my taste. My personal style just cannot accomodate that kind of stylization anymore, and even if I tried I couldn't draw the replikas as they are in game for the life of me. That said it's still a beautiful game. So if I draw more fanart (which is likely), I will probably use these designs.

Analyzing the approach I took when doing these redesigns:

I wanted the Replikas to have a clear correlation between each other, while still being unique in small ways besides hair, body and armor. This resulted in trying to instill diversity in their faces by making their noses reminisce the beaks of the birds they are named after.

All of the replikas, as you may notice, have much more practical hair. No bangs in front of the face anymore. Personally I think Elster, Starling, and Ara units especially should not have bangs - because of the kind of tasks they are committed to by design. It could hinder their efficiency in carrying out their work - so, no bangs for anyone.

I have given them all top surgery (joke). No faux-boobs except the Eule. The reasoning is the same as above: they are simply not practical! The only exception are the Eule, because...

...I am bad at wording things but to me it's because Eule in concept are supposed to evoke also, besides other things, a 'feminine' gender normativity with them being the main workforce of the Nation but also cooks, teachers, etc (jobs that in our real world, for many years, were relegated to 'only women'). This also reflects to how I have given Eule shinier lips, a fuck-ass bob (middle part to evoke the shape owls have) and (optional) eye make-up.

On a cosmetic note, Stars have white hair tips as a way to more directly pay homage to their avian namesake. And it looks cooler (imo).

Storches and Kolibri have eye make-up/"war paint" and they're meant both to evoke a further feeling of authoritarianism and to intimidate other replikas or gestalts into complying with their orders. For Storches I was inspired particularly by the face make-up used in a certain scene in Suspiria (the 2018 Guadagnino reimagining), and not just for cosmetic reasons! Kolibri's are more generally inspired by the hummingbird's actual appearance.

Ara's grease marks are reminiscent of the pattern usually found on macaws' faces! Not all of the Ara's dirt looks this precise, but well, I thought it would be a fun touch.

Noted before in my previous fanart posts but Ariane is decidedly more sickly-looking but with an extra step. While Elster loves Ariane very much no matter how she looks, I think before the ending of the game she still has an 'idealized' version of her in her mind, albeit still a sick-looking one: long haired Ariane. In my idea the further you get to the end of the game, the more Ariane in the flashback flashes looks how she actually is - hairless, with missing teeth, and extremely irradiated.

Are these like, headcanons I think everyone should adopt when drawing replika and/or ariane...Honestly no idgaf... Just do what you want... I just liked coming up with these and wanted to explain my thoughts. Again I love Signalis and regardless what I think or not of the official style of it, love is love. What else is there to say about it. You should draw these fucked up lesbians however the hell you want which includes meeee and I'm exercising the right to do so

Maybe I'll also draw Adler, Falke and Mynah in the future but they're not here because by principle there is not much I would change about their designs. I have a vision for Falke which is not as drastic as these I drew for now. For sure I'll eventually draw my own ideas for the other gestalts in the story, but I'm gonna take a break and go back to OC stuff now 👍

If you read till here you are nuts and I love you. Let's all get ice cream together

[aspiring-wildfire]

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okay not to cross hyperfixations but what do we think all the dbda characters’ dnd classes are