#(and you may never know because I am going to bed >:D )

[labyrinthruled]

He's judging the dash.

Nothing happened. He's just judging you.

Is he mentally criticising your fashion sense, or is there something you're doing that's troubling him?

You may never know. But he's judging you for it.

[sunhee27]

☆ Thing Enhypen do at night/ when they are sleeping.

• 엔하이픈 ୨୧ f ! r・fluff established relationship ・kisses, petnames (^-^) pls reblog if you like it and requests are welcome.

(Sorry some of the letters are big, I can’t change it) :(

• 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 (이희승)

-Pouts

The man pouts! Yes he does, especially when sleeping. It’s honestly the cutest thing ever. Of course he denies it, and that makes it even more cute in a way. “I don’t pout!” He whines into your ear after he is begging for a kiss and you tell him that you will only give him a kiss if he admits that he pouts in his sleep. He hugs you and cuddles you while whining. He whines again at you. “Kiss me!!!! >:(“ He ‘cries’ into you ear to which you just give in. You can’t help but give him a little peck on his pouty lips when he is snuggled against you.

-Switching spots

Do you know what I mean here? probably not. But like once you are asleep, you will turn to the other side, which Heeseung doesn’t like because he likes you facing him to hug you against his chest. Or sometimes he likes back hugging you. So when you turn around, he IS gonna scoop you up and put you on his side of the bed, and he will switch to being on your side of the bed, so that he can hug you in his desired position.

(Rest of the members under the cut)

• 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐀𝐘 (박종성)

-Stealing blankets

It’s tiring and it annoys you, but you kinda live for it when he steals your blanket. He doesn’t even seem to notice himself. It’s just a habit he picked up. If he steals yours, you steal his! And that goes on and on. But you don’t complain…only a little. “Stop stealing my blanket at night.” You say. “Man, but yours is always warmer.” He pouts. “Get over it. You can just hug me if it is.” You scoff. “I would…IF I COULD CONTROL MYSELF WHEN I AM SLEEPING.” He argues back pulling you by the waist. “Fine. It doesn’t bother me more than that. But only because I love you so much.” You give up.

-Strokes your hair

When he notices that you have fallen asleep, he will just stroke your hair as a reflex almost 😅 And sometimes you will stir awake, to which he apologises faster than light itself. But honestly you only woke up because it felt nice to have your hair stroked.

• 𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 (심재윤)

-Talks

Who would’ve thought, jakey jakey talks in his sleep. He mumbles and talks, rambling about his day, about you 🥺 You voice recorded him saying that you were his princess. And it may have boosted his boyfriend ego. “Did I say that?” He laughs at it. ”Clearly yeah.” You giggle back, he connects your foreheads. “Do you know what that means?” He hovers over you in the bed. ”No” you giggle again. “That I am obsessed with you.” He smiles.

-Does tasks

Broski think you go to bed too early, even if he is the first of all members to go to sleep. So he will just cuddle up with you until you fall asleep, and then… get ready for bed. Doing tasks, all sort of tasks. And you would wake up slightly, still half in dream land. ‘it’s just an illusion’ he would say when he notices that he woke you up. Because he doesn’t want to make you feel bad for making him cuddle with you until you fall asleep, even if he loves doing it.

• 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 (박성훈)

-Lightly snoring

Idols don’t snore… Bullshit! At least this man does. It’s cute when he makes small noises and groans at night. And he knows that he does it. And only just nervously laugh when the topic is brought up. His members tease him with it too. “I know I snore, but let’s just act like I don’t!!!” He says in an embarrassed tone. “But it’s cute.” You giggle. “No…” he pouts. But you will truly never stop teasing him about it.

-Swings leg around you

He sleeps late, looking at his phone. And out of nowhere he will probably swing a leg or two around you. Like they are heavy man! But you don’t mind it when he then pulls you closer with his legs :D Cute man indeed

• 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 (김선우)

-expressions

Believe me when I say. I think he dreams a lot. And his face shows it all, happy, sulky, mad, frustrated, scared. And as soon as you notice he is having a nightmare and breath is uneven, you will wake him up. And he will squirm before noticing it’s just his sweet girlfriend who is before his eyes. “You scared the shit outta me. But thank for waking me up.” He would say. And he would ask you to hug him for the rest of the night.

-Go to sleep early and wake up in the middle of the night

The title says it all. He would go early think it would be good for his beauty sleep. But he would then wake up in the middle of the night not being able to sleep at all. And would literally not give a shit about YOUR beauty sleep, and he would wake you up to gossip together until you both fall into slumbers again.

• 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 (양정원)

-Get cold and crawl under the blankets

It’s so cute to watch the little kitten crawl all the way under the blankets at night. Like he would roll himself into a little ball under the warmth of his blanket and then snuggle up to you. “Bllrr, it’s so colllddddddd.” He shivers. “Do you need an extra blanket.” You laugh sitting up beside him. “If you are the blanket, then yes.” He teases.

-Dry lips

Don’t ask me how he would literally, feel in his sleep, that his lips are chapped. But he would a million times in a night. And of course he would make sure to gloss up your lips too. So that his pretty girl is also satisfied with her lips in the morning.

• 𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 (西村力)

-Moves a lot

He would absolutely destroy you, crush you with his six feet long body. He would roll in his sleep without noticing it and before he knows it you are about to fall of the bed. “Nikiiiiii, you are so heavyyy.” You whine under him. And shit he would wake up and be so embarrassed by it. “Sorryyy.” He would laugh. Definitely forgiven 👍

-Get up and get snacks

He would do something like this. He would wake up hangry. So he would check out the fridge then the pantry and then whatever else there is, before deciding to just toast a piece of bread. And then you would pop up and you would end up sitting in comfortable silence eating bread together.

[mylovesstuffs]

♨️ the still heat. joshua hong

somewhere between the mist of a maldivian waterfall and the ruin in his gaze, you forgot professionalism… and begged him to fuck you instead. now you're wrecked, drenched, and trembling, and he's still not done with you.

🔥 GENRE :: idol au, romance, smut, contemporary / modern au

🔥 PAIRING/WC :: idol boyfriend Joshua × photographer!fem!reader ⋅ 3,728 words

🔥 CONTENT :: established relationship, tension building through a professional photoshoot in nature, sex under a waterfall (literal), semi-public sex, shower sex, bed sex, oral sex, very emotionally charged smut, worship kink energy, absolute ruin kink energy, emotional intimacy mid-fucking, reader completely dickmatized, joshua ruining lives and walking away smiling, Sex So Good You See God

⚠️ WARNINGS :: MDNI!!! explicit sexual content, multiple orgasms (for reader, like… 4+ lol), unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation (very strong—pussy still pulsing mid-scene), possessive!joshua (soft (?) dom energy, not toxic), a lot of clit-focused pleasure, nail scratches, love bites, crying during orgasm (pleasure tears 😭), highly unrealistic endurance levels (like... 5+ rounds lol), no refractory period for him lol, multiple sex locations (waterfall stone, in the water, on the stone again, shower, bed), clit stimulation, rain + steam + moans aesthetic™, reader literally cannot breathe from the D, “one more” he says after 4, extremely horny and irresponsible, reader genuinely ruined and dazed by the end

🔥 A/N :: so um. hi. this fic was brought to you by four [4] unholy joshua hong photos, one persistent intrusive thought, and zero ounces of self-control. i started this thinking, okay just a waterfall quickie maybe and accidentally wrote a sensual six-act spiritual experience about being professionally and personally obliterated by joshua’s face, voice, tongue, and… everything else. if you were also wronged by the allure shoot, this is your reparation. your ruin. and your reward. i woke up to this. yes.

also, listen. i don’t even know what happened here. i genuinely don’t remember writing 80% of this. all i know is i blacked out somewhere between writing and cheol going live, and when i woke up i had 3k+ words of what can only be described as 98% smut, 2% plot, and 0% peace. and like. was i in a rut? probably. did that rut birth the most educationally explicit joshua smut i’ve ever produced? unfortunately, yes. shoutout to rae @nerdycheol accurately calling this “educational porn,” because somewhere along the way i swapped “pussy” for “vaginal walls” like i was trying to write a medical journal and not a breakdown.

also, fun fact: i almost used that stanford list of alternative names for dicks (thank you ro @shinysobi for the pipeline), but i chose restraint. maybe next time you’ll meet the fic where i say “thr sticky grenade” unironically. we’ll see. anyway, this fic was never supposed to happen. but then joshua hong decided to have a shoot looking like that, and my nervous system said “you will write.” so i did. and now here we are.

if you came here expecting plot: you won’t find it. if you came here expecting sanity: can’t help you there either. but if you came here to be ruined, like properly ruined, by the gentlest gentleman menace alive? you’re in the right place.

i’ll leave you with this: thank you to the moonlight, maldives humidity, and all the carats spiritually writhing on the hotel floor with me. may we heal someday (we won’t). (also i am not 100% sure if this shoot was in la or maldives. but probably maldives)

You’re snapping close-ups while he stands still in the shadows, a shimmer of mist on that metallic raincoat. You had been photographing him for hours beneath a sky that changed between pallid sunlight and grey clouds, the ocean breeze carrying the sound of the oncoming rain. He moved fluidly before your lens. His every glance was both deliberate and unthinking, and though you had memorized every line of his face through countless frames, something in his expression today felt perilously unknown. The damp shimmer of his jacket caught the waning light, and the hood clung to his hair, casting a shadow across his features that made your breath stall in your throat as your fingers tightened around the focus ring.

You had remained professional throughout the entire shoot, saying nothing as the last of the crew disappeared and the forest grew still, the sound of the distant waterfall ringing in your ear. Then he turned toward you, slowly, with a gaze that didn't blink or falter, and the sight of the water trailing from his jaw down to the hollow of his throat unraveled something feral [👅] and long contained within your chest. You didn't remember pressing the shutter; the last click of the camera was the sound of surrender.

The camera strap slipped from your shoulder without resistance, and your body followed its own instinct before your mind could interfere and entertain a second thought, each step drawing you closer to him. You halted before him, your breath unsteady and your eyes never leaving his, and the moment fractured open as your voice broke through it with so much clarity.

“Take me,” you said. “Right here, right now.”

Joshua regarded you for a moment, the corner of his mouth curving with a hint of mischief, his voice unhurried when it came. “You’re sure?”

You gave him a single nod, though it was your pulse that answered, the throb between your legs answering before your lips could.

He approached without haste until his fingers lifted your chin to study the expression now laid bare—your features flushed, lips parted, and breath faltering with anticipation. His other hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, the backs of his knuckles grazing your waist with a searing gentleness of his gentleman sexy soul that drew a gasp from your lips, your hips tilting forward in response. When his mouth finally claimed yours, the kiss tasted of rainfall, hunger, and a ruin that threatened to swallow you whole while his body pressed into yours, his cock hard and pulsing through the fabric like the snack that you are.

He gathered you into his arms, and your legs automatically locked around his waist as your spine met the cold glistening stone beneath the waterfall. The layers of fabric of his trousers dragged against your thin shorts and pressed firmly against your clit with each shift, creating a delicious friction that sent jolts up your spine and made your body jerk toward his with every roll of his hips, intensifying the friction that made your breath catch and your pulse stutter. You felt the distinct brush of his arousal against your center even through the remaining layers, his cock rigid and nudging exactly where your body wanted to be filled.

His lips wandered from your mouth to the delicate skin of your throat, where his teeth traced a path of fire before he murmured against your pulse, “You were the one who asked for this. Don't restrain yourself now.”

With your hands trembling from more than the cold, you reached between your bodies and fumbled at his belt. Your fingers were clumsy with desperation as metal clinked faintly beneath the constant rush of water. Joshua pushed aside your drenched shorts without ceremony, sliding one finger through your folds, spreading your slick open to expose your clit, groaning at the sensation of how soaked you were. You were drenched, and it was not the storm or the spray that soaked you; it was him, and only him.

His voice was wrecked as he traced the pad of his finger over your entrance, dipping just enough to make your breath catch. Your cunt clenched around nothing, fluttering and desperate for him, “you’ve been this wet all day?” he teased. “Standing behind that camera, pretending to be composed while thinking about this?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your voice frayed as each syllable pulled. “Please, Joshua. I need you to fuck me right now.”

He seized your mouth with his. The kiss was consuming you, and in the same breath he aligned himself against you, his grip tightening at your hips as he pressed the tip of his cock against your entrance, then sank into your pussy in a single punishing stroke that bottomed out deep inside you. Your cry fractured into the air, devoured by the relentless roar of the waterfall and the rustle of leaves. The stretch was sudden, searing, and perfect. You clung to him with your nails scoring the damp skin of his shoulders as he began to move within you with thrusts that dragged along every nerve inside your cunt, pushing in deep and pulling out just enough to make your walls clench around him, desperate to keep him there, that made your body throb for more.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his thrusts never losing its momentum as he drew back just enough to force your gaze upward. “Let me see what I do to you.”

You obeyed him, eyes glassy, your lips parted as rain spilled over your lashes and down your cheeks, mingling with the slick sheen over his shoulder. He fucked into you against the stone with a rhythm that matched the fall of the water itself, his cock gliding in and out of your cunt with strokes that dragged against your swollen walls making your climax surge through you with blinding heat, your pussy spasming around him as the orgasm tore through your abdomen and sent your nails clawing against his back. He literally tore the breath from your lungs—and still, he didn’t stop. He didn’t ease or relent, because you hadn’t given him enough yet, or even nearly.

You had just drawn a full breath before he took your hand again and guided you into the waterfall’s pool, the current folding around your limbs and drawing you into its depth. The water reached your chest, shocking in its clarity and chill, yet the tremor that coursed through your body had nothing to do with the cold but everything to do with the way your cunt still pulsed from the overstimulation, your clit throbbing and glossy against the friction of your own thighs. For jsut a second, you believed he might grant you a moment, might let you rest against the stone or catch the breath he had stolen—until you caught the gleam in his eyes and knew, with a tightening in your gut, that his hunger remained unsated. Oh.

He gathered your waist with both hands, holding you as he lowered both of you into the shallows where the swell of water kissed your skin and washed away the traces of any salt, sweat, and earth. But the burn inside you endured that was still left behind by the way he had claimed you with no hesitation and no gentlemanliness. He leaned in, pressing a series of kisses: one to your cheek, one to your jaw, and one to the corner of your mouth. Each kiss maddening in its restraint, his cock already hard again against your hip, pressing insistently through the water, while the throb in your clit resumed its pulse beneath the surface, demanding more — stoking the throb already pulsing through your core.

“You can still take me, can’t you?” his breath and the tip of his nose brushing your temple while the head of his cock pressed teasingly at your entrance again. “I know you’re tired. But I haven’t had you enough.”

Your eyes batted shut for a second, and you drew in a trembling breath, voice raw when it came. “Then take more,” you whispered to him, turning your head until your mouth found his. “Don’t ask. Just do it.”

Joshua's lips curved ever so slightly against yours, though his grip remained firm, and when he responded, his tone held both a certainty and a threat. “I wasn’t planning to stop until you begged me to.”

You gave no verbal reply, only a nod as your arms slipped around his neck and your body pressed against his, soaked through. Your legs lifted and locked behind him, weightless in the water, though you could still feel the strength in his arms holding you. He guided himself to your entrance once more, pushing the swollen tip of his cock into your soaked pussy inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside you again, making your entire body shudder from the stretch. The ache was sharper this time, your cunt sore and clenching around him with every withdrawal, your walls still fluttering and sensitive from the first onslaught.

This time, there was no rush. He moved with his devastating patience, thrusting and grinding his hips to feel every inch of you squeeze around him, each deep and unrelenting that left an imprint long after the motion came to an end. The surface of the pool rippled with the cadence of your bodies, your hips rolling into his without any thought or any restraint. Your lips parted again, breath stuttering with every deep penetration that brushed your cervix and ground your clit delicately against his pelvis, and the sensation bordered on unbearable, yet you couldn't pull away… didn't want to.

Rain began to fall above you. It was slow and soft at first, then constant, striking the water that mirrored his own. The air smelled of storm and skin, and your senses blurred at the edges, lost somewhere between saturation and surrender. His hands found their way along your back, one curling around the base of your head while the other splayed against your spine.

“You’re perfect like this,” he breathed. “God, you’re fucking perfect.”

You caught his mouth with yours before he could say more, your kiss answering the rest. It was open, slow, and hungry in a way that tasted of both devotion and ruin. His tongue gliding against yours as he fucked into you again and again and again with powerful, dragging thrusts that hit that g-spot deep inside, while he kept moving inside you with the same punishing control, dragging each stroke like it was the last, until your orgasm shattered through you again—your pussy tightening with spasms, thighs trembling in the water, your moan caught in his mouth as you clung to him and pulsed around his cock.

You came with a full-body tremor, the heat of it ripping through your core and making you cry out against his lips, but the sound got half-swallowed by the hiss of the rain and by him. He didn't stop immediately; instead, he gave you three more measured thrusts, each one moving through your overstimulated cunt, prolonging the waves of your release, until at last he stilled and let his forehead rest against yours. His breathing was uneven and his arms quivered a little bit from the effort of holding you, though his grip never loosened.

Neither of you said a word, but the silence that was filled only by the sound of rain meeting water, said enough.

Your pussy was still quivering with the waves of your second climax, but he didn't release you immediately. Instead, he held you close, pressing a kiss to your temple as your chests rose and fell in sync, the water lapping around your entwined forms within the pool beneath the waterfall. You imagined he might carry you back to shore, drape a towel across your shoulders, and allow you a moment’s rest in the aftermath, but when he lifted his eyes through the falling rain, his lips parted and his eyes hazy, you knew the day was far from over.

Without a word, Joshua guided you out of the cool pool. His hands were firm as he carried you up gentlemanly from the water and set you down upon the smooth flat stone that jutted just above the waterline, slick beneath the touch of the recent rainfall. The surface kissed your bare skin with dampness and the slight warmth from the sun’s short visit, and though you attempted to sit upright and question his intent, to speak, to ask what he was doing, your voice failed you once again when he knelt between your parted legs and lowered his face toward your cunt, hauling his mouth across your inner thigh.

“I’m not finished with you,” he let you know as though he were performing a solemn rite rather than simply surrendering to desire. “Not even close.”

You swallowed as your hands gripped the stone beneath you for leverage as he parted you with his tongue, spreading your pussy open with both hands before licking a stripe from your silky entrance up to your swollen clit, savoring the taste with his unhurried hunger. Rain streaked down your face as your eyes closed, head fell back and your legs jerked involuntarily, trembling violently at the first gasp that escaped your lips when his mouth latched on with perfect pressure. His lips wrapped around your clit, tongue flicking and circling it while he sucked with just enough strength to push you toward the edge again, his groan vibrating against your folds, making your hips buck in response.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he asked, lifting his head just enough to catch your eye.

You shook your head, “don’t stop now.”

His lips curved in a smile, and without hesitation, he continued and left you trembling beneath the waterfall.

You were already agonizingly sensitive, swollen and slick from the flood of arousal and cum he had given you before, yet he showed no mercy now; his tongue circled down, lips sucking, and his fingers slid inside your wet, fluttering pussy in perfect tandem with his mouth, pressing and curling against your g-spot. Each movement was exacting, sending pleasure crashing over you too fast and sharply to resist.

“Joshua—” you gasped, your voice breaking on a sob that was both pleading and broken, but he didn't pause, instead, the sound seemed only to drive him further. His groan vibrating through you as his fingers curled and struck that hidden spot inside, triggering spasms in your walls and causing your vision to blur with overwhelming sensation.

Your climax came violently again, your spine arching away from the stone beneath you as your cries were swallowed by the patter of rain; your thighs trembled uncontrollably, squeezing and gripping the sides of his face, but still he held firm, tightening his grip on your hips. He kept you open as he continued to lap at your soaked cunt, his tongue flicking and swirling around your swollen clitoris while his fingers pumped inside your dripping pussy, and drank from your soaked skin with a hunger that seemed to draw life itself from your pleasure.

When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened and hair damp and clinging to his forehead, your body was clearly spent and limp beneath him; your skin shone with the mingled sheen of rain, sweat, and even more desire, but you found yourself unable to speak or move.

And still, he smiled — utterly possessively. “You’re still shaking,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before crawling up to hover above you. “You’ll be trembling for hours by the time I’m done.”

-

You didn't know how Joshua managed to carry you back; your legs were unresponsive, and your body adrift in the aftershocks of countless shuddering orgasms that had left your core muscles fluttering and your nerves raw, yet his arms held you. He lifted you from the slick stone, pressed a long kiss to the damp curve of your shoulder, and walked the forest path. The rain had faded to a drizzle that clung to the air, and the sky had begun its descent into silver-blue dusk where the trees blurred into the distant horizon.

When the hotel door clicked shut behind you, he lowered you to your feet, but your knees faltered beneath your own limbs, still weak and trembling from the intense muscle contractions of your recent climaxes. He caught you easily, balancing your waist as he drew you close, and your forehead came to rest against his collarbone while his breath left him in an exhale—an effort to hold back the tension still coiled beneath his skin.

“We’re not finished,” he said with each of his words precisely, his tone giving away finality. “You know that.”

You nodded as your fingers tightened around the wet fabric of his shirt, your voice reduced to a whisper. “I want more.”

His lips brushed your cheek in answer, curving into a smile that said everything he didn't, and without another word, he guided you toward the bathroom. He was calm, assured, and entirely in control, for now.

The shower filled with steam within moments. He undressed you with no pretense of patience, stripping each soaked layer from your body. His fingers glided over the slope of your ribs and down the curve of your spine, tracing the very places he had already kissed, bitten, and marked, his touch awakening sensitive nerve endings made more prone to response by his earlier ministrations. You stood naked before him, still trembling slightly, while he shed his own clothing in silence, peeling his shirt from his body and letting the sodden fabric fall before discarding the slacks that clung to his hips, stubborn; between you, his cock stood hard and flushed, the head swollen and leaking pre-cum in anticipation, already demanding more. Yet he didn't reach for you immediately.

Instead, he guided you beneath the stream, drawing you into the warmth as water poured over your shoulders and steam curled through your hair. His hands moved over you in thorough strokes, smoothing soap across your arms and thighs and chest with care; and when he rinsed you, he did so with some reverence still in him, his lips brushing lazy kisses along your collarbone and neck. He spoke your name in a tone reserved for something cherished, and the way he touched you no longer held the urgency of hunger—it held devotion.

Still, beneath the gentleness, the desire in his gaze hadn't dimmed; it burned darker now, no longer ravenous but ruinously certain.

When he turned you to face the glass wall, no instruction was necessary. Your palms pressed against the fogged surface, breath smearing condensation as you sensed his presence behind you. His hand moved between your thighs and cupped you with a bit of pressure until he found you still drenched in arousal despite everything he had already taken; he exhaled a soft groan and aligned himself behind you once more.

The moment he entered your moist hole with the full length of his shaft, the rhythm shifted. There was no frenzy, no desperation—only the steady, deliberate assertion of possession.

He eased into you inch by inch, making you feel every stretch and shift of your tight pussy walls; one hand anchored your waist while the other threaded between your fingers, pinning your joined hands to the glass beside your face. His chest pressed against your back and his mouth brushed your temple, and every thrust was unhurried yet absolute, each one landing so profoundly it seemed to carve itself into the deepest parts of the cervix.

“Look at yourself,” he mused, his voice thick and molten. “You see how you give it to me? How beautifully you take every inch, even now?”

You opened your eyes and met your reflection. You saw your cheeks flushed, lips parted, the fogged glass streaking around the imprint of your bodies. Your composure splintered at the sight. You tightened around him instinctively, your inner muscles clenching reflexively as your knees began to buckle, but he held you still, driving into you with such restrained intensity that pleasure crackled through your clit, walls, and pelvis like fire.

You came again with a strangled cry, your voice frayed at the edges as your pelvic muscles spasmed violently and your clitoral nerve endings pulsed with molten heat making your body collapse against his, and only moments later, he followed, his groan catching in his throat as he spilled thick, hot semen deep inside your womb, his arms locked around your waist as though bracing against the loss of gravity.

-

You lay entangled in linen. Your skin softened from the shower and bruised in places Joshua had kissed too hard. You believed it was over, that the storm had passed, but then he leaned over you with his hair damp against his temples, and dragged his lips slowly down the sensitive column of your throat. That's when you knew the night had not yet released you.

“On your back,” he said, brushing the robe from your shoulder. “One more. You can give me one more.”

You parted your legs beneath him without protest, allowing him to slide his hardened cock into your wet, swollen pussy as the darkness folded around your bodies, the only illumination cast by the fractured moonlight spilling through the window. He moved without sound; his lips pressed to your tender breasts, your ribs, and the skin behind your knees, each stroke of his hips driving his shaft deeply inside your core, anchoring you to the moment with worship that hollowed you out from within. He asked for nothing now, but gave you everything through the way he touched you, until your cries of pleasure softened to broken whimpers and your body melted into his without resistance.

When he finally stilled and pulled you into his arms, his breath fell softly against your collarbone as though he, too, had nothing left to give. You reached for him without thinking, your fingers burying themselves in his hair, your voice a ghost across his skin.

“You ruined me today,” you told him, voice trembling from the multiple climaxes he had coaxed from your clenching vaginal muscles and quivering body.

His lips curved against your pulse as he breathed the word into you with certainty. “I’m glad.”

⌦ ♨️ © mylovesstuffs | est. 2025. thank you for reading—your reblog means everything. until we meet again, stay cozy and keep dreaming! ◜ᴗ◝

[blood-smiles]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 //

requested by anon!!! Sorry for taking so long!!! I’ve been having a huge dose of writer’s block and am so unhappy with what I’m working on that I’ve decided to take a break, I’ll be back soon!! Sorry everyone.. have Alejandro for now! MDNI

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Alejandro is very accommodating and takes care of you first ALWAYS, he may be tired, wrung out like a rag but he will still make sure to put your needs before his. He never forgets to clean you up and bring you water and naps with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your hands.. He adores your hands because there’s like unlimited possibilities of what to do with them, they can be up his ass, in his mouth, around his cock. I mean, you name it!

His ass, he loves getting fondled, slapped, squeezed, fingered, eaten out. He just loves attention being given to his back side.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum is not that bad tasting, I would say it’s not the best but it’s definitely more neutral. He actually consumes very little caffeine because it actually makes him even more tired, he eats a pretty balanced diet and everything so his cum isn’t radioactive.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Oouuuuhhh… Alejandro has fantasized more than ten times about getting bent over a desk while in trial and getting his back blown out, his poor depraved and stressed mind really wants some kind of relief even while at work..

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I do think he knows what he’s doing, he had Ume for a while and she was fucking WILD. Alejandro didn’t have you at the time so he had to make do with what he had, he’s pretty good imo. In his college days I’m sure he did have a few flings, he was in a bit of a rebellious phase so he does know a few tricks. Experience points would be a 7.4/10!

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary. He loves it either way, if it’s you inside him or the other way around, he likes it very much. He loves positions where he can see your face and hold your hand.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is serious, like he treats sex like it’s a whole purification ceremony, that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to moan like a bitch though. Making love with you is very important to him, and he wants to maximize this intimate time with you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very well groomed, he’s like up there with Angelo and Lucien on well shaven. It’s a little bamboozling tbh, never have you ever seen him with a bush or anything. Kudos to him. 

But if he were to allow hair to grow, I would say it’s slightly darker than the hair on his head, it’s super subtle though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Eye contact. EXTREME EYE CONTACT. He is staring into your soul with so much love it’s actually creepy. I’ve mentioned this before, but he loves holding hands with you, he likes feeling your skin in general. It reminds him that he isn’t alone anymore and is with someone he loves dearly. He really does let you know how much he appreciates you when in the moment though. A bit of a love bomber.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Shower masturbation. He jerks his shit in the shower very often, he’s already bathing, so when he cums the orgasm just gets washed down. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

..He very much enjoys wearing lingerie. He does have a little bit of a voyeurism kink, most of my yandere’s are masochists so it applies for Alejandro too. Rope bunny. Tehee.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Either bed or his office, both are convenient. If he’s feeling particularly bold, the balcony.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Being complimented by you, not just ‘you look pretty’ compliments but those where you grope him and say something particularly naughty. When he sees you getting jealous, that makes him want to pull you into a closet and have fun with you. Ugh. Freak.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Threesomes, he hates sharing. Anything with anyone else, he absolutely hates. Hurting you in anyway would immediately turn him off too, he would never want to see or raise a hand against you, he would rather gut himself than touch you in anyway with malice.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

..Very good at oral. He’s good with his tongue. Take that as you will.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If he’s riding you, strap or not. He will start slowly, easing both you and him into a comfortable pace until he is actually slamming himself onto you so hard that both of you have bruises.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn’t very much into them, he enjoys taking his time with you, to really tap into the ‘making love’ aspect of things.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He has thought about it, but probably won’t act on it unless you persuade him or start yourself. He really only initiates things when he is 100% sure that you’re okay with it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s really good at pacing himself with you, very adaptable, he will last as much as you are able to. He takes a lot of care of not exhausting you completely, he doesn’t want you sore the next morning :3

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He never really was much interested in such things but would probably own a single dildo so when you’re not home he can at least have some sort of comfort until you get back.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is unfair, but not in a deliberate way, it’s more that he doesn’t know he’s teasing you until you actually have him pinned against a mattress. He does relish in the excitement of being surprised by you at times though!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t the loudest but can definitely be noisy, maybe screams and tenses up when a sweet spot gets hit, he talks a lot, but they just jumble into a meaningless sentence. He moans and whines a lot, can’t keep his mouth shut.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The only reason he grew his hair out was out of rebelling against his parents, who demanded of him to cut his hair short. Now, on the good side is that his hair is so lustrous and shiny that it would actually send you through a villain arc if he ever tried to touch it with scissors.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I’ve already mentioned this in another post so I will just copy and paste it here —>

Veiny and pale, veins are slightly blue-green ish, matching with veins on his arms. Has two moles on the top side, close to tip. Has a pink tip (FFB3BC).  Soft: 7.2”. Hard: 8.1”

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Hhhh… High, not crazy high but it’s recommended that he gets fucked just to clarify how much he loves you, just in case his words and actions don’t convey it clearly.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s very in sync with you, so he will only fall asleep until you fall asleep in his arms. Until then, he will keep watch and kiss your face to soothe you into slumber.

[retroaria]

Itoshi Sae NSFW Alphabet

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summary: learn your abc’s with sae!! Letters skipped that I felt were repetitive!! afab/fem!reader

BLUE LOCK M.LIST | enjoy ⚽️ -aria

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ஓ A is for Aftercare

Sae isn’t the most doting during aftercare. He’ll shower with you and clean you up, but if you ask him to get you water and feed you he’ll give you a curious look as if to say “What am I? Your maid or something?” But honestly he’ll do it anyways, just with an obnoxious eye roll and a light scoff before curling up in bed with you.

ஓ B is for Body Part

Sae’s favorite part of himself is his hair, he puts a lot of time and attention to keeping it well kept and groomed. I bet he even does hair masks, oils, etc. to keep it soft and fluffy, you will NOT catch this man using a 2-in-1. His favorite part of your body is obviously your ass, expect it to be gently (or not so gently) slapped at random moments around the house, or groped during heated make out sessions. but also your hands, I feel like he’s got a thing for hands. He likes the way they feel when your fingers run through his hair, likes the feeling of your hand securely held in his, the way they feel wrapped around his neck while you ride him, or digging into his back leaving marks while he fucks you. Don’t get me started on how he feels watching you wrap your hands around his cock. Let me digress, Sae is a simple man, hands and ass.

ஓ C is for Cum

Sae has a bit of a problem. He loves cumming inside you, loves holding his cock in your weeping cunt a few minutes after to ensure that it gets as deep in you as possible, but he does NOT have a breeding kink. Would never dream of a little shit head mini Sae running around ruining his career and his quiet life with you, but god does he love filling you up, just because he feels like it really makes you his property. He’s possessive, that’s all. So in the case that you aren’t on any birth control, he can enjoy cumming on any part of your body just as much, so long as he’s the one that gets to clean it off you, making sure to finger some of it in your mouth before doing so. Actually doesn’t like cumming on your face surprisingly, thinks it’s a waste of cum that could’ve been shoved down your throat instead. As far as your cum goes, he’s all about it. When he eats you out he’ll let your cum and arousal build up until there’s enough for him to lap up, then he’ll lift his head so you can watch him swallow it all down, such a dirty boy.

ஓ D is for Dirty Secret

He doesn’t have any dirty secrets, secrets are foolish and unnecessary in his mind. If he’s doing anything dirty that pertains to you then he might as well tell you about it. If you think it’s weird he doesn’t care. Something that he maybe should’ve kept as a dirty secret is how badly he wants to fuck you in front of every guy that’s ever made a sly comment about you looking good or asked if you were single. “No they’re not single, fuck off.”. This scenario just makes me think of Oliver Aiku, he’s totally the kind of guy that would say some nasty shit about Saes partner and Sae would have to put him in his place. He’d imagine fucking in the locker room in front of the whole team actually, just so they all know you get dizzy for his cock and his cock only.

ஓ E is for Experience

Let’s be honest, Sae has had his share of forgettable hook ups. Even well into your relationship there’s still girls that beg him to come back just because they can’t forget about how good it was, but Sae never really cared about sex or love until he met you. He half jokingly says that you “ruined his life” pretty often because sex and love happen to be things that distract him from his career, but he always says it with a kiss and a sarcastic tone. Truly he wouldn’t have it any other way. When you guys did get together he became much more of a giver than he was before. While his cock alone may have made those girls from the past go crazy, they couldn’t even begin to imagine what you receive from his mouth and his hands. Sae took the time to get to know your body unlike anyone else’s so he can make you squirm for him at any point, in any position.

ஓ F is for Favorite Position

Sae will bend you over anything, sometimes even nothing, opting to just hook his arms into yours to keep you from falling on your face while he slams into you from behind. Loves fucking you in front of the bathroom mirror so he can make you look at yourself while he ruins you. He also likes letting you ride him and use his cock as you please. It’s relaxing for him to just sit back and let you do your thing, it’s also kind of like you’re putting on a show for him.

ஓ G is for Goofy

Be for real. Sae? Itoshi? Goofy??? Nah.

ஓ H is for Hair

Sae isn’t fully shaven but he keeps it short and he’s well groomed. He doesn’t like the look of it being completely bare because it makes him feel like a baby. The same thing goes for you, he prefers if it’s trimmed as opposed to being fully shaven, doesn’t wanna feel like he’s fucking a doll.

ஓ I is for Intimacy

Sae takes intimacy very seriously. You’re the only piece of his life that brings him peace, and so he takes his time with you. He relishes in every twitch and sound that comes from you for as long as he can, he makes sure to use his words with you, telling you how good you feel and how perfect you look and how good you are for him. He always prefers having sex on the bed where he can lay you out and give you full body princess treatment.

ஓ J is for Jack Off

Sae isn’t so stuck up that he can’t please himself when he needs to. He becomes a bit of a photographer when you guys are having sex, snapping quick pics of you in all his favorite positions to use for when he’s needy and without you. Before long trips he makes sure to have orders placed for new lingerie and outfits that’ll be delivered while he’s gone. You know the drill once you open the package, being sure to pose yourself, showing off the way each piece hugs your frame and promptly sending the photos to him. He keeps these photos in a folder on his phone that he looks through pretty often even when he isn’t horny or jerking off just because he’s so enamored by you.

ஓ K is for Kinks

Sae isn’t the kinkiest guy, but he doesn’t mind playing into whatever you’re into. He typically takes the softdom/service top role but he can be rather rough when you want him to be or if he’s worked up enough. Will buy you whatever toys you want and will let you try things out on him so long as he doesn’t have to commit to it after the first time.

ஓ M is for Motivation

Sae’s main motivation is that most things piss him off but you walked into his life and became the exception and he simply can’t get enough of you. Seeing you in his jersey really does something to him, he also loves when you wear his sweats or joggers. I imagine that office siren vibes tend to turn him on, anything classy really. Tight long dresses, any tight dress actually. Low rise jeans, halter tops. He also likes when you’re glittery, if you’ve got on some kind of body shimmer he wants to see it smeared all over his sheets or if you have glittery makeup. Thinks it makes you look ethereal.

ஓ O is for Oral

Although I do headcanon him as a service top, this man loves getting his dick sucked. It drives him crazy, like seriously. Watching your pretty mouth sink down on his length while you look up at him with a pouty look. Biting his inner thigh makes him go feral. He always tries to stop you from letting him cum in your mouth because he doesn’t want to finish so early but it’s usually a half-assed failed attempt. Going down on you is a different story, he’s gonna have you cumming on his mouth until you can’t take it anymore. He’s rougher when he goes down on you than he is when he fucks you but he’s slower with it.

ஓ Q is for Quickie

Sae doesn’t mind a quickie every now and then if it needs to be done. But usually if he sees that something might turn into one, he’ll take the opportunity to make you think you’re about to have sex before suddenly pulling away and telling you to save that energy for when you get home. He loves going about the rest of the day knowing that you’re eager for him.

ஓ R is for Risk

He’s not the most risky person but he’s so god damn horny for you all the time that he can’t help but put you guys in risky situations. There’s been countless times where he’s had you pinned up against the lockers with his fingers curling up into your tight walls, your orgasm dangling over your head until the very last minute right before the rest of the team is about to come back in from practice. He’s quick to get you out of sight before they do, but it’s always a close call.

ஓ S is for Stamina

He can’t go on for hours at a time if he’s fucking into you but he can still last pretty long before tiring out. I’d say an hour maybe an hour and a half max. It’s rarely ever that long unless he’s really worked up, if you guys do end up going that long he’s probably already came a few times and got hard all over again while being inside you.

ஓ U is for Unfair

Sae isn’t too unfair, but he does deny you of your orgasm from time to time as stated before. He’s way more into edging himself than he is into edging you.

ஓ V is for Volume

He’s not very loud at all but he can be very vocal. It’s usually groans of your name and curses that string out mindlessly.

ஓ X is for X-Ray

(Ive been fan servicing this section out in my other alphabet posts but it’s time for me to be realistic guys) Sae has an average sized cock, 4-6 inches, a bit on the bigger side when he’s rock hard, he’s a grower. He’s got a good amount of girth but not so much that he’s tearing you apart. He knows how to use his dick to please you in all the best ways possible.

ஓ Y is for Yearning

Always, constantly. Not always in a sexual way though. He has your picture in his wallet, in the back of his phone case, you take up most of his camera roll. He’s always looking at your face and missing you, even when he knows he’s gonna see you in a few hours when he gets home from practice.

ஓ Z is for Zzz

All he wants to do after fucking you is fall asleep with you in his arms and that exactly what he does. He doesn’t want either of you to put any clothes on either, he needs that skin to skin contact.

[taegularities]

from sparks to fire to ashes to a breeze… 👑

candles & flames: breeze 🤍

dropping Sunday, May 4th, around 6-7pm EST. editing, so if it takes longer, i'll postpone by a day or two!

it's going to be around 25k long, but y'all know me – might end up with more, but let's see :D we're 2 scenes in (from around 8) and already at 5k-ish. around 20k long!!! take your time reading it, but please don't forget to give it lots of love once you're done. since we're saying goodbye to them, it'd mean the world <3

this has been on the schedule for so long!! thank you for missing and loving them!! once it drops, and even before then, please hype it up a lot – life has been insane lately and there is a ton to do; so i'd love and need to know that the effort i'm putting into c&f is really worth it and that you guys are around.

if i feel like you aren't, i'll probably shift my focus off again and might have to keep the story stored in my brain bc it's a lot of work, y'all already know :') but i am hopeful you'll come through. 🥺 and i hope the wait's worth it, as always.

this is the last (bonus) chapter <3 see you then 🤍

teaser under the cut! 💕 let's talk about it :]

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Jungkook plumps down on the carpet, knees pulled in and arms around them. He tilts his head with a tender smile, chest rising before he asks, “Did you have time to think about it? Going home?”

You remember a time not too long ago when you’d sit here like this, too; despite the couch in the back, you’d play with the twins and Hana right here, on this warm carpet, and Jungkook would join after work. You’d place your head on his shoulder and whisper-converse with him.

Sometimes, you’d fall asleep and wake up in his arms, in your bed, with the children secured in theirs. You never needed proof for how gentle Jungkook handles you — but if he could carry you into your room like a feather without disturbing a moment of your sleep, you were at utter peace, right?

He did that to you. He still does; his presence calms you, though it stirs your heart, too.

You want to put your head on his chest again, slumber there. Instead, you nod and say, “I did, yes.”

“And?”

“Hana wants to go.”

His eyes move to the side, down to the floor, then back to you as he tries again, “And what about you?”

You shrug a little. “Can I really refuse my daughter’s wish?”

He moves closer; a very small distance, but noticeable to you. His eyes are intense as he emphasises, “What’s your wish, love?”

Yours? You have a lot of wishes.

Whispered upon falling stars and eyelashes. You can’t utter most of them now, though, can you? But maybe you should. Maybe, rather than the universe, it could be him granting you what you desire.

He can read your thoughts anyway. Because he encourages, “You can share your mind with me. I’m your husband, baby.”

You nod; let something in you break and break until your fingers move, up to one of his knees. He immediately puts a palm onto your digits, holds onto you as you say, “You are.”

“Only yours.”

You inhale deeply. The tears are less these days, but never truly gone. You blink before they can reemerge, quickly adding, “I will go if you want to go. Your wish is my wish.”

“It is?”

“Of course. I am yours, too.”

A rosy colour dusts his cheeks, as if he’s falling in love anew. But his gaze betrays him; still sad when he wonders, “Then… Can I say something very kitschy?”

You feel yourself melt just a little. A hint of a smile graces your face. “Always.”

“My wish is… that I want you back.” He drops his head the moment your heart sinks, too. Even from here, you see the damp waterline. “I want you to be mine the way you were. I wish to give you the same joy I used to. I just…” His voice shakes. “I need my girl back so badly.”

And then, another whisper, stuck in a loop, “I miss you.”

You nod again, tell him, “I know.” Because if you said anything more, you’d cry. You know you would.

He looks up at you, the rims of his eyes red, big eyes trapping the tears in. He sniffles; closes his lids, as if preparing for something. And then asks—

“Do you still love me?”

Do you?

Does he truly need to ask?

His presence still calms you, though it stirs your heart, too.

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we'll be back <3

[yanoverload]

Yandere Cow Boy

Beau is my first Yandere Oc ever done. He's a few years old now, and he means a lot to me.

I apologize if the writing seems rushed. I am not a great writer, and English is hard. (Also can you tell the Pearl inspiration? Teehee)

"There are bonds stronger than those made by blood.... Or so granny has told me haha! Do you agree :) ?"

At first glance, you may think Beau is a sweet man that works in the bakery across the street, the one with the grandma that always seems grumpy? 

Well... 😬 

In his universe, a lot of animals have started to turn scarce with human greed. The solution? To make a mix of human and animal of course! So when they proliferate amongst themselves or with normal humans we don't have to worry about the shortage of materials :)

Except a lot of them aren't treated... That humanely.

Beau is a crossbreed experimentation to see if they could have a cow and a bull at the same time. He never met his parents. As soon as he was born he was taken along with his older sister (a failed version of the experiment) to a farm.

Farms that take hybrids receive help from the government, but the authorities don't care much about welfare, just make sure they don't die.

And that was the case. Since young, they milked Beau dry for his unique birth. Milk, breeding, meat? Of course! He is one of a kind after all! He can restore "most" of his organs!

His only shelter was his older sister. Motherly, caring, worried for him. He never understood what was happening at first, but she explained everything to him!

He felt awful about the situation. He didn't care much about himself at first, but he wanted to give his sister a better life as he grew. He made a plan with a new worker at the farm that felt bad for them: he would take both in the delivery cart at night and they would escape.

Or so he thought. The night he was ready to leave with his sister, he went to get her and she wasn't anywhere. Terrified the owners did something, he ran to where he was going to meet the worker to see.... Nothing, no cart, no one.

Well... Except a shotgun at his back.

The owners found out about the situation. But they weren't angry, oh no! His sister and the worker could leave, hell they could take some money too! If they left Beau. His sister was a bother, too much work for not a lot of stuff to sell and the worker talked too much. So they left.

They left.

They left me.

He was in such a state of shock, he says he didn't remember a thing....

The sun was rising, before he even noticed the mangled bodies of the farm owners. They were two old fuckers anyway. 

Oh! He found his sister and the worker not too far from there. The cart was on the side of the road, silent.

Traitors don't talk, after all. And they don't move anymore either.

He leaves on foot, since he doesn't know how to drive, and settles down in front of a closed establishment.

As soon as he wakes up, he sees a grumpy but worried granny, thinking the blood was his own. Her vision hasn't been the same, and we all know how hybrids are treated around these parts.

He can stay for now.... She is a bit lonely, and could use a hand in the bakery.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Some more facts about him! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Beau was treated like cattle, so he doesn't understand human structures and psyche that well. 

He wants to form a new family, have a new beginning.

One of his first meals at Granny was Neapolitan ice cream. He liked it so much he dyed his hair pink, now he is a Neapolitan cow :D

He works in the back, and takes the shippings.

Always raised by women, he likes more feminine things, but still prefers He/Him pronouns.

He has broken two beds because of how massive he is.

He never calls anyone by name, only "friend". Well... Except Grandma and Darling.

Height: 204 cm (6'8 feet)

[nanpecan]

₊✩‧₊˚once more to see you˚₊✩‧₊ pt 6

{nanami x f!reader}

pt 1.  pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt. 5

˚₊✩‧₊summary: You’re a manager at Jujutsu Kaisen and you’ve now had two three four extremely intimate encounters with grade 1 sorcerer Nanami Kento, but who's keeping count.... You're preparing for your morning date at your place when you get some unexpected company.

˚₊✩‧₊tags: nanami x fem!reader, nanami gets a little jealous but don't worry bc I can't stand miscommunication tropes, explicit smut towards the end (mdni)

˚₊✩‧₊word count: 8.6k SORRY LOL

˚₊✩‧₊author’s note: lemme start by saying im sorry for taking so long to post the next part but i have been going through it :D i am so grateful for all the positive feedback and messages i've gotten in my absence, i've missed my fellow nanami freaks, so this one is for all yall<3 also i posted this on A03 yesterday...i just feel like its faster posting it there bc im lazy. thank you to everyone for reading!

taglist at the end and feel free to let me know if you want off or if want to be added!

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After about thirty minutes of scrubbing you came to accept that the pink frosting stain wasn’t going to come out of your shirt. You sighed and put down the wet fabric. Another shirt lost to your shenanigans with Nanami. You laughed to yourself as the realization hit you. You’d lost three shirts in the last four days…you should probably plan to go shopping soon. You grimaced, maybe you should have saved that extra money you’d sent your mother earlier in the week. 

You went around your apartment cleaning here and there, you had found it in better shape than you remembered, but compared to his apartment you felt that yours was definitely lacking in cohesive design. Your eclectic furniture was a little bit of every style, the art on your walls didn’t really follow a theme, you just framed things you liked. You tidied up more than you think you ever had and smiled as you looked around. It may not have been much, but it was home. You felt safe here. 

The building as whole was another issue. You’d frowned when you had seen the elevator was still out of order. Nanami would have to take the seven flights of stairs just like you had. You looked down at your phone, maybe you could reschedule? Meet somewhere else to have breakfast? No, he had been looking forward to seeing your apartment. It was such a silly thing but you could tell he really wanted to. You wiped down your kitchen countertops one more time before cleaning the small dishes in your sink. 

You were planning on going to bed a bit earlier than usual. You were going to prep breakfast to make some pastries for him in the morning. It had been a while since you’d baked. You looked around, satisfied at your cleaning streak. You decided to shower before continuing, maybe you’d be able to catch anything you had missed afterwards.

You stepped out of the shower and walked up to the sink. What a crazy few days you’d had. You hadn’t really had the chance to be alone and process everything. You stared at your reflection as you wiped the mirror. You’d never really thought of yourself as someone worthy of being desired. An odd thing to admit, but you had also never really had the luxury of having the sort of life where that would matter. The world of Jujutsu Sorcery was a fast paced one and every day could be your last, so you often found yourself discouraged from participating in things people your age did. Dating, partying, traveling…it's not like you could afford it either. The only reason you’d really ever gone out was because of Akari. She would invite you to go out to places where she could relive her delinquent youth. She was also the reason you had gone on any dates in the first place. That reminded you, you needed to text her and see when she was free to hangout. You had a lot to catch her up on. 

You walked out to your living room and sat on the couch, picking up your phone. It suddenly dawned on you that you had never gotten Nanami’s number. You seemed to remember Akari saying she gave him yours. You opened your messages and scrolled to confirm. 

Something made a noise in your kitchen. 

Your blood ran cold. Was it an intruder? A curse? Had something broken in? You slowly reached under the couch and pulled out a baseball bat. You sat up and looked towards the noise, but didn’t see anything. A cup holding your washed silverware had been knocked over. Okay…maybe it had just come unbalanced. You got up holding the bat up and slowly approached the kitchen. You cautiously made your way around the counter looking down and jumped. 

It was your neighbor's cat. 

You sighed in relief and lowered your bat. “Messi, what are you doing here?” You picked up the orange cat who meowed in return. “How have you been? It’s been a while.” He meowed again. “Really?” Meow. “I’ve been good. I met someone.” Meow. “Well he was someone I already knew.” You walked out of your apartment, cat in tow, and made your way next door. Your window had a tear in the screen and Messi had made a habit of going through it and somehow prying open your window (which didn’t lock) and wandering into your place. You didn’t mind, you had actually set up a little water bowl for him in your apartment. 

You knocked on the door. “Hi, it’s Y/N. I'm returning Messi, I haven’t been home for a couple of days, so I don’t know how long he’s been in there.” 

You heard some shuffling and suddenly an older lady opened the door. You had never seen her before. She looked at you and then at the cat. “Keep the damn thing.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Y/N?” You heard a familiar voice from behind the lady, your neighbor. She made her way to the door and you saw she was crying. She took the cat in her arms and held him close, starting to cry again. “Thank you.” 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Osuke had his second trial today and was convicted,” she said through tears. Osuke was her husband.

“That stupid lawyer, I should curse his entire family,” the old lady muttered. You had a feeling she was Osuke’s mother. 

“I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do to help?” you asked. You had known about the trial, it had been ongoing for a couple of months now. He had been arrested after being framed for a robbery. The story you had been told was that his boss had been the one to frame him. He was a bottom tier worker, and the perfect scapegoat for the crime. 

“No, thank you though,” the woman said. 

“You can take the damn cat. She’s moving out of here. After the lawyer’s fees and the loss of his income she’s moving in with me, I don’t want to take care of that thing,” the older lady said.

“I’ll take care of it, please,” the woman cried. 

The lady grumbled something else and went back inside. “Thank you for bringing him back.” She wiped her tears and offered you a hug. “We’ll be out by tomorrow, I can't afford the rent. I’m already behind on the last two months.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I hope everything works out. You have my number, call me if you need anything. Anything at all.” You smiled at her and she nodded and closed the door. 

You stood alone in the hallway. Everything was so silent. You heard the women arguing again and you sighed. You went back into your apartment, sitting on your couch again. You hoped everything would work out for them. The couple next door had been so nice. Osuke and Makiko and their cat Messi, they’d lived here longer than you had. You sighed and rubbed your temples. There really wasn’t much you could do for them.  

You reached for your phone again and went to text Akari. 

-sorry i meant to text you earlier, and then i got distracted again. messi was in my apartment and scared me to death. -when are they going to fix that damn window for you? -i don’t mind, i love that cat.  -but if he can get in so can other things, my skin is crawling just thinking about it  -someone is on the road to getting uninvited from my place.  -no way, you owe me from all the times I’ve let you crash at my place -damn…speaking of, when is your next free day? we need to hang out.  -i can do the day after tomorrow, i have a half day, does that work? -perfect, i’m also just coming in in the morning -you can tell me all about your adventures with the old man. have you said yes to being his girlfriend yet? -he hasn’t asked me yet -boooo

You started typing when you received a notification from an unknown number. 

-Did you make it home okay?- It read. You smiled.  -is this who I think it is? -Y/n it’s me, it’s Nanami Kento.  -then it is who I thought. I did make it home safe, I found my neighbor's cat in my apartment so I’m glad I came to check, they’re moving out tomorrow morning. -So you’re free now? -…yes ? -That’s good, get some rest. Have a good night. I'll see you tomorrow.

Hmm you thought he was going to ask something else. You looked at the clock. It was 7:53, earlier than you thought. I should probably get started, you thought to yourself. You pulled yourself off of the couch and went into your kitchen. You would make your dough tonight and let it proof overnight. 

Overnight proofing is the best way to make bread. 

You were shot back into a memory. 

The best things in life are worth waiting for you know. And what’s better than fresh bread? Nothing! Ask anyone that comes in tomorrow, I dare you.  

You smiled fondly as you rolled the dough into a little acorn shape before rounding it out and setting it in a glass bowl. 

As you finished up you checked the time. You had gotten done pretty quickly. You just needed the topping for the melon bread, which you could make as the oven heated up in the morning. You checked your pantry one last time for brown sugar and you realized you didn’t have any. You frowned. You’d run out for some in the morning. If you didn’t go to bed soon you weren't going to want to get up in the morning.

You sat for a moment and noticed the silence again. It’s not like it wasn’t ever quiet around here, but maybe after the events of the last four days something about being alone bothered you. It surely hadn’t before.

You moved into your bedroom and lay on the bed. You usually felt stuffy in here, that’s why you preferred to lay out on the couch, at least it seemed more of an open space compared to your bedroom. But now it felt nice. You felt safe. 

You stared at your ceiling. “Maybe I should call him,” you said out loud to yourself. You closed your eyes and imagined his smile. The way his perfect teeth shone, the way his nose crinkled a bit when the corners of his mouth lifted, his lips on yours. You swallowed and opened your eyes. If you let your mind wander any longer you’d be in trouble. You groaned in frustration. You missed him, how pathetic. You had always been one to make fun of how quickly people in your field tended to get together, but here you were. 

You heard your neighbor and her mother in law faintly arguing through the walls. You frowned trying to think if there was really nothing you could do. 

You had too much “compassion”, you had been told by one of the old professors at Jujutsu Tech. There’s no way to save everyone and to try is to doom yourself. You scowled as you remembered what he had said to you. The arguing died down and you hoped to yourself they worked it out. At least they had each other going through this. Things were tense now but hopefully they’d adjust. You made a note to check in on them tomorrow. You went to set your alarm when you remembered Shoko had wanted you to stop by her office early in the morning. You groaned and set your alarm for earlier than you had intended. Nanami said he’d be by around 7, it would have to be a quick breakfast as you wanted to get to the school by 8, you hoped he didn’t mind. You finally drifted to sleep. 

You groaned as your alarm woke you up, but you quickly sat up and went to wash your face. You needed to split the dough, and lay the cookie topping over it and let it proof for another 30 minutes at least. You could run out to your corner store while they sat and you preheated the oven. 

As you opened the door to exit, you almost tripped on a pile of items placed in front of your place. Cat toys, a litter box, cans of cat food, a small bed, and a note. 

Messi got out again last night and I’m afraid we just don’t have time to look for him. I think he’s better off with you anyway. I’m sorry for the inconvenience. If it’s too much I've contacted a shelter that would take him. Here is the number. 

You frowned a bit. You loved Messi but you didn’t want a cat. You dragged the items into your apartment and quickly went out the door. You’d deal with this later, you were already running behind.

As you stepped back into the hall, winded and trying to catch your breath after returning and climbing the seven floors, you looked up to see a man in a suit knocking on your neighbors door. This wasn’t your man in a suit, quite the opposite. 

You approached him cautiously. He had jet black hair, his suit was dark, and he reeked of alcohol. 

“Please, just let me apologize- I did all I could. I won’t charge ya any money, just please, I’m sorry.” He stumbled as he continued to knock. You were going to have to get past him to get to your door. There was no avoiding him. 

“Excuse me,” you said, announcing yourself behind him. The man turned to look at you. His eyes were tired and sleepy, he had deep bags under his eyes and his sharp nose was red. He was definitely drunk. “If you’re looking for the residents, they’ve moved out.” 

“What?” 

“They’ve moved out, what did you need to tell them?” you asked.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“You’re sorry?” 

“I need to apologize to them. Osuke was jailed. It’s not fair. The whole system is corrupt. I should-” 

“Were you their lawyer?” you asked. 

“Yes,” he turned back and started pounding on the door again. “Please let me speak to you!” 

“Tell him to stop that before I call the police!” an old man from down the hall had stuck his head out of his door to yell. 

“Sir, no one is in there. You have to go, it’s too early to be causing such a ruckus,” you said. 

“I need to apologize,” he whined. You noticed a buzzing coming from his pocket, his phone was ringing. 

“Do you need to get that?” you asked. 

He pulled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to you before turning back to the door. The caller ID said Shimizu. You grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled him away from the door as you answered with your other hand. 

“Hello?” 

“Yes, hello… is this Higuruma’s cellphone? Who’s speaking?” A woman spoke on the other end. 

“Ah, he just handed me his phone. He’s very drunk and knocking at someone- I think maybe one of his clients' doors.” 

You heard her curse, “Would you be able to tell me where he is? I apologize for the disturbance, I’ll come by to get him as soon as I know where to go.” 

“Ah, yes-” he pulled himself from your grip and started going towards the door again. “Sir-” 

“There is no justice!” he cried out. 

You stared at him a bit shocked, what was he on about? You told the woman your address. 

“I can be there in around 25 minutes. Would there be any way you could keep him put? I apologize again for the inconvenience.” 

“I’ll try my best…” you looked at the man as he collapsed onto his knees, staring forward at the door. You walked over to him and handed him his phone. “Shimizu is on her way to get you,” you said. He just stared. You looked at your apartment and sighed. “Would you like to wait for her inside?” You pulled the man up to his feet and unlocked your apartment. You held the door open as he stumbled inside. You reached inside and grabbed a couple of cans of cat food to hold your door open. The last thing you wanted was for Nanami to get the wrong idea.

Once inside you rushed over to your kitchen to check on the bread. The man walked around not looking at anything in particular, but just moping. “Have a seat,” you motioned to the small table and chairs. He sat down and you turned back to your baking, unpacking the sugar you had just bought. You quickly grabbed a plate and spread the sugar, then you rolled the diamond patterned tops in the sugar. You placed the six little buns you had made back on the baking sheet. The oven still had a couple of minutes before it was ready. 

You turned back to the man and were shocked to find him staring at you. “You just let a strange drunk man into your apartment, while alone?” 

“I left the door open…” you muttered. “Besides, I think I could take you in a fight. I’ve dealt with worse.” He gave you a questioning look. “Would you like some water? Some tea? Coffee?”

“Water.” You poured him a glass and walked it over to him. He began rubbing his temples with his hand. He seemed to be sobering up quickly. You grabbed a couple of crackers from your shelf and handed them to him too. 

“Eat something, get a grip before your friend comes to get you.” 

You heard the oven ding and you walked over to put the pasties in the oven. You set a timer for twenty minutes. Looking at the clock you had about 30 until Nanami showed up, probably less since he seemed to be pretty punctual. You turned back to the man and saw he had chugged the water and was gingerly taking a bite out of the crackers. You started cleaning up the kitchen, putting the bowls in the sink and clearing off your small drying rack. 

“Who is coming to get me?” he asked.

“Ah, your friend, I think her name was Shimizu,” you answered. He muttered something under his breath. “More water?” you asked. 

He nodded. You went over with a pitcher and filled his cup, this time sitting down across from him. “Thank you,” he said quietly. 

“So…there’s no justice in the world, huh?” You asked. He frowned. “I don’t think that’s something I’d want to hear from my lawyer,” you eyed him curiously. 

“I apologize for my outburst.” 

“No, no I understand. From what I know Osuke was innocent. It must be frustrating to lose a case, especially when what happened was so unfair.” You thought back to the old woman grumbling about the lawyer. “That old lady was very angry, I can’t imagine that’s easy on you.” 

His hand gripped the cup tightly. “People have no sense of understanding right or wrong. Everything is so black and white to them. But there are so many complications before you can see one or the other clearly.” He stared at the cup. “Most only see the bad, the ugly, that’s the easiest thing to pick out, the easiest to understand. I think most people assume that others are inherently bad, so expecting bad things to come from them is second nature.” You stayed silent as he contemplated his words. “It doesn’t help when your client looks like a bad guy, it’s an uphill battle, but I try I really do.”

He sighed, taking a drink of water before continuing. “ If I lose a case, it's easy to blame me. I'm much more tangible than blaming some higher power for not being in your favor. No one wants to believe that I do this out of a want to help others, they see me as wanting money, as taking advantage of those in dire situations. They only ever see me as greedy when I lose. Another bad guy. I want to help, but when it comes down to it, who am I to a jury, to a judge? I’m another bad person, defending a bad person who did a bad deed. They think if they were truly innocent I wouldn’t have to work as hard, I wouldn’t have to find such cunning ways to prove their innocence, but I try. Not out of trickery or malice, but because I want to believe that not everyone is bad. But again and again people only see me as a bad guy defending bad people, and I'm afraid I'm losing sight of what this all used to mean to me.”   

You looked at the cup he was holding. “I see…” you thought about everything he had just said. You thought a part of him was just feeling sorry for himself, but other points he made were valid. There was a time when you thought everyone in the world might have been bad too. “When I was sixteen…I left my home because of an incident,” you started. “I was alone and scared and I thought that it had happened to me because I was bad.” You frowned slightly as you recalled the events. “And because I thought I was bad, I justified a lot of the things I did. I snuck onto buses and trains to get to Tokyo, away from where I was because I didn’t feel like I deserved to be there, I didn’t deserve to be close to my family. And I stole…a lot…not big things, not precious things, food mostly. I was hungry and had no place to stay and I saw others do it…and so I became ‘bad’. I became what I thought I was, what I believed the world wanted me to be.” You looked up at him, he was staring at you trying to figure out where you were going with this. “But then I met someone, someone who was good, someone who only ever saw the good in people no matter what and that…changed me.” 

“Who did you meet?” he asked. 

“I went to a bakery,” you smiled fondly and looked down at your hands on the table. “I had known about it since I arrived in Tokyo, the line was always out of the door by 7 am, but I had never had the chance to go in. I mean, I never even had the money for it and the owner, she was this sweet old lady and even though I was already stealing food from other places, I felt like if I stole from her I would be too far gone. 

But as it goes, the more I stole, the more I felt entitled to, and after a month of fighting it, I finally gave in and made a plan.” You shifted in your seat, you had never told anyone this story. “I made a plan, and woke up early, to be one of the first in line. I was sixth or seventh outside the door, and when I finally got to go in I felt like crying, it smelled so good and it was so warm. She greeted everyone with such kindness and it was just her that day. I had seen a granddaughter with her before, but this morning it was just the lady. 

“I pretended to look around, considering what to buy. I let people go in and out before I finally decided on a single piece of Melon bread, delicately wrapped in plastic. It was the most beautiful thing I think I’d ever seen. I grabbed the piece and tucked it under my arm and started heading towards the door. I turned to check if anyone had seen me and I saw her staring at me.” You laughed and shook your head. “She was just staring at me and her eyes went to the piece of bread I had tucked under my arm and you know what she did?” You looked up at him. “She looked back into my eyes, smiling the whole time, and said to come back soon. I ran out of there, terrified for my life. I thought she was going to call the cops, but there was something about her smile that just seemed so genuine. 

I think I got about ten steps down the road before I stopped. The guilt was too much, I felt sick to my stomach. I didn’t deserve to have something so nice. I was bad, and I had done a bad thing.” You scrunched your nose. “I went back immediately. I pushed past the people in line and went right up to her and I handed her the bread back. She looked at me confused and just shook her head. ‘You can have it, it’s your first time here right? Take a seat, let me know what you think of it.’” You laughed and covered your face with your hands. “I sat down and just cried while I ate it. I bawled, like people stared at me out of concern.” The lawyer stared at you. “When I finished she came up to me and asked how it was. I started apologizing profusely and she just handed me another one, and asked if I’d like to learn how to make my own,” you shook your head incredulously. 

“She offered me a job and a place to stay. I still don’t understand how she was able to see right through me.” You heard the timer go off and you shot up to get the bread out of the oven. You smiled as you saw how perfectly the six little buns had crisped up. You transferred them over to a plate and grabbed one for the lawyer. You placed it in front of him. “There are bad people out there, but there are also good people. There has to be a natural balance otherwise everything would fall apart, don’t you think?” You looked at him as he stared at the pastry before him. “I can see that you really care about your clients. Even if this was a bit inappropriate to do, drunkenly asking to speak to them and all, but the right sentiment is there.” He pressed his lips together into a thin line. “The world needs more people that are willing to look past everything and find the good. I hope you can keep doing that.” 

You heard laughter from the hallway and looked over the lawyer’s shoulder at the open door to see Nanami and a sharply dressed woman stepping out of the stairway. The woman suddenly looked at you and then at the lawyer. “Higuruma!” She quickened her step towards your place. Nanami followed behind her. “Pardon my intrusion,” she said as she entered. She stomped up to the man checking on him before turning to you. She bowed slightly. “I apologize for his behavior. This is completely out of character for him, I don’t know what he’s thinking. I’m sorry-” 

“It’s okay, he explained some of what’s been going on. Do you work with him?” 

“Yes, my name is Shimizu, I’m a colleague of his, I’m also a lawyer.” 

“I’m Y/N, sorry we have to meet like this.” You turned your attention to Nanami who was staring at the man. “Sorry our breakfast plans got thrown around a little.” 

Shimizu turned towards Nanami and then back to you. “Ah, I see...” She smiled at you. “I’ll take over now, thank you again for your help. Here’s my business card, let me know if there’s ever anything you need.” You took her card and smiled. Fancy, you thought to yourself.

“Wait,” Higuruma said. “Have my card too,” he felt around his pockets for them but couldn’t find anything. 

“Don’t tell me you lost your wallet,” Shimuzu said, annoyed. She pulled out another card and handed it to you. “Here’s his card as well.” 

“Thanks.” 

“Thank you for listening to me…” Higuruma looked like he was trying to remember your name.

“Y/N,” you repeated. 

He smiled at you. “Wait!” he said again as Shimuzu started pushing him out. “My melon bread…” he muttered, turning back and grabbing it off the plate. Shimuzu sighed and continued to push him out. 

You watched the two bicker as they went down the hall and into the staircase. You became aware of Nanami’s eyes on you. You reached down to move the cat food out of the door frame and let the door shut. “If I ever got called to fetch you out of some stranger’s apartment after you had a drunken night out, I don’t think I’d be as calm as she was,” you said. You turned back to him after he hadn’t said anything. “I hope you’re not getting the wrong idea. I helped him out and we just talked.” You frowned. “I feel like saying that makes me seem more guilty, but I don’t even know why I’m defending myself here.” You turned to him and stared for a bit. “Are you mad at me?” 

His eyebrows furrowed. “No?” 

“Oh.” You turned back towards the door. “You were just being so quiet…I mean I heard you guys laughing…the lawyer lady, Shimizu. She was really pretty. She looked so professional..” You smiled half heartedly. “You looked good together.” You muttered. You frowned as you realized how ridiculous you sounded. “Anyway…” you turned towards the kitchen and started walking to the counter. “I made some pastries this morning. It’s not much, but we’ll also have to be quick because I forgot I promised Shoko I’d meet her early. So I only have time to change and then we probably need to head out. Sorry for rushing things.” you frowned again. “I should have told you to stop by earlier, but I got a little distracted.” 

“Are you jealous?” 

“M-me?” You felt your face grow red. “No-no I’m not- why would you- why would you think that?” you laughed awkwardly. “I was just saying she’s super pretty and I’d just never heard someone laugh with you like that before I mean other than me- but I mean I guess I don’t really know you-I mean I know you but not like I know you now- and she’s-I mean she’s super pretty you have to admit-“ 

“I wasn’t a fan of the way he asked for your name at the end of your conversation,” he said looking down at his wrist and fiddling with his watch. “I know that look he gave you… I’ve given you that look.” 

You smiled and felt relief. “Seems like we’re on the same boat.” You shook your head and went over to him, looking up with a playful frown. “Was she really that funny?” 

“She was the only one laughing, I don’t think anything I said was particularly interesting.” 

You thought back at the way her eyes had turned from you to him and back to you. Oh I see, she had said. “She was into you,” you wrapped your arms around him. “I’ve done that before, laughed like an idiot at someone who’s not funny because I thought they were hot.” 

“Have you done that with me?” He asked. 

“No, you’re actually funny. It’s never forced with you.” You looked up at him again. “It’s your fault, you’re so handsome. We have to do something about your face.” 

“Well then, what do you suggest we do about yours?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He was quite taken with you.” 

You made a face and shook your head. “Men will rant about their problems to you and then think they’re in love just because you listened.” 

“Did he rant about his problems? His alcoholism? His brutishness? What was he thinking coming into someone’s apartment in that state? He’s lucky he didn’t-“ 

“He was having a rough time of it actually. I do feel a bit bad.” You turned back to look at the door and then the cat items. “He was my neighbor’s lawyer. They’re a young couple, the husband was arrested on some unfair charges and he seemed devastated by the outcome.” 

“That’s not very professional.” 

You shrugged. “I think it’s been a long time coming. Hopefully my pep talk keeps him back on track for a while longer, but I have a feeling he’s going to snap one day,” you said darkly. “There was something unhinged in his eyes.” 

Nanami pulled you back and hugged you tightly again as you buried your face back into his chest. He smelled nice. 

“Speaking of my neighbors. Do you like cats?” 

“I don’t dislike them.” You nodded, backing out of his arms. “Why?” 

“They left me in charge of their cat, Messi. Well not left me in charge, it’s more like they gave him to me. They left me all his stuff, he got out of their place yesterday before they left and somehow he always ends up at my place.” 

“How does he get in?” 

“Oh I guess I should show you around my apartment. Though there isn’t much to look at.” You ran a hand through your hair as you looked around. You pointed at where he was standing, next to the table. “Dining room, living room, kitchen, bathroom door, bedroom door, ta da!” You smiled cheekily as you pointed back where you started. “Bet that’s the fastest you’ve ever had a house tour, huh.” He looked around slowly, taking in the frames on the wall, the knick knacks on your shelves and the books piled all over the place, stacked not so neatly. “It’s- it’s really not much but it’s home,” you said feeling a little insecure again. Maybe you should have cleaned more. 

“It’s lovely,” he said. “It feels very much like you.” 

“Thanks…” you said. Your eyes went to the clock in your kitchen and you perked up. “Oh wow, is that the time…” 

“May I see your bedroom?” He asked. You felt your face go red again. 

“Oh, sure,” you started walking towards it. “I need to change anyway, hope you don’t mind.” 

“Never.” You felt the blush grow and your stomach get tingly. 

You opened the door and gestured briefly. “This is it, again it's not much... I think the bed is too big for this space, but it’s comfortable.” you went around to your closet pulling out a pair of black slacks and a white button down. You laughed to yourself. “That pink frosting was not coming off of my shirt. That’s two shirts you owe me, Kento.” 

“I’ll have to make it up to you,” he said as he looked around the room. “What about this weekend? Are you free? I could take you shopping.” 

You laughed again, “You’re like the main lead in a drama series. You’re too much, you know that?” 

“Sorry?” He offered. 

You smiled at him.“Thank you, but I’ll take a rain check on the shopping. I can get my own stuff. I’m hanging out with Akari on my half day, but Sunday I’ll be free,” you said as you buttoned your pants. “That is if you want to meet up on Sunday… if you’ve available.” 

You turned to him and saw him blush this time. “Sunday…works.” You smiled victoriously as you walked over to him in just your bra. He stared at your face and you nodded briefly as if to give him permission to look. His eyes trailed down. “It’s a shame we have to hurry to campus. Are you sure Shoko can’t wait.” 

“She’s doing me a favor by offering to teach me, I can’t do that to her,” you said. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you forward. You looked up expectantly and he planted a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled. 

You finished getting dressed and you felt his eyes never leave you as you moved around. He walked behind you out of the room and into the kitchen where you proudly showed him the bread you had made. 

“This is a very secret recipe, I doubt you’ll ever have one as good as this.” He looked down at the bread and smiled fondly. He picked up one of the little buns and slowly bit into it. You watched his face carefully for a reaction. You saw his eyes water slightly as he savored the treat. 

He smiled and nodded. “Good.” 

You were a bit confused. “Yeah…you okay?” He seemed to be lost in thought. “Kento?” 

He smiled again and blinked a few times. “Yes, sorry, it brought up some memories. This is very good, Y/N.” 

You smiled, deciding to not push it. “I worked at a bakery for a short time.” You looked at the buns. “They're good but you should have tried the ones where I learned… I guess people are masters for a reason.” He nodded and continued to eat. 

“Did you want coffee or-” Suddenly your phone rang. You pulled it out of your pocket and read the name, Shoko. 

“Hello?” you answered. 

“Hey, Y/N. I’ve been called out to do something so I won't be at the school this morning. Is there any way you could come in during your lunch?” 

“I think that should work,” you said. Nanami looked at you curiously. 

“Great, see you then.” 

“Ooo~ is that Y/N?’ you heard Gojo’s voice in the background before she hung up. 

You looked at your phone and then back up at Nanami. “So it looks like we have time after all, Shoko just rescheduled.” You sighed and leaned against the counter. “Sorry for rushing you before. Did you want some coffee or anything? I need a little pick me up.” 

He shook his head, “Sit down, you’ve had a long morning. Do you mind if I make us some coffee?” 

“I can make it for you, it's no problem-”

“I insist. It’s the least I can do,” he said with a smile. You smiled back and nodded. 

“Fine, let me atleast get the ingredients out for you.” 

“I’m sure I can find what I need,” he said, gesturing for you to go sit at the table.

You obliged and sat down with a happy sigh. You watched as he moved around the kitchen, looking for ingredients. The coffee, the sugar, etc. You smiled as he grumbled to himself as he searched for items and he would occasionally look over at you for some guidance. You pointed at your cup drawer and he looked over at you as he pulled out two mugs. He held one in his hand and read the text. 

He frowned. “I used to work at this company,” he said. 

“Ah, I got it as a freebie after signing up for their newsletter or something like that, I don't remember now.” You laughed, “I wonder if you were at that event. It must have been around the time you worked there. Before I had this apartment I used to rent one close to their headquarters, so I would walk by almost daily. We were so close and had no idea.” 

Nanami smiled, bringing over two cups of coffee and the tray of bread. “I don’t think you would have liked me then.” 

“What do you mean?” You took the warm cup from him. 

He sighed as he sat, “I feel as if I was a soulless shell of a man focused on money”

“Was?” you teased. 

He gave you a look, “Am I still?” You blew on your cup and smiled slyly. He smiled, “I guess I am still focused on money, but soulless?”

“Definitely not, I can tell by the way you made this coffee,” you said, taking a sip. He shook his head and looked down at his cup. He had taken the one with his old company logo. 

“Would you have liked me?” He mumbled. 

“Probably not, if I’m honest,” you said bluntly. You smiled, “I hate stiffs in suits and I don’t have much money so I doubt you’d have given me the time of day anyway.” 

“Stiffs in suits? Isn’t that what I am now?” 

“At least you’re helping people, now. That company always had a fishy vibe, there was always a tan blonde man in sunglasses who would try to pick me up with bad English phrases.” You scrunched your face. “Sound like someone you know?” 

He laughed. “Unfortunately I know who you’re referring to.”

The two of you finished up your breakfast and Nanami offered to do the dishes while you tidied up. You wiped down your counters as he rinsed the cups. You moved on to the table. 

Laying on the table were the two business cards the lawyer had handed you. You examined the sturdy ivory rectangle and the elegant gold lettering of the man’s business card. Hiromi Higuruma, it sounded like a name out of a tv show. You looked up and saw Nanami staring at the card in your hand with disdain. You smiled, laughing a bit at his expression. 

“Here,” you reached out and handed him the card. “Hold on to this for me, you never know when I might need a lawyer.” 

He begrudgingly took the card and scanned the writing, the scowl still on his face. “I’ll keep you out of trouble.” He tucked the card into his pocket. 

“Did he really bother you that much?” 

“Please, enough about him,” he said with a sigh.

“I kind of like that you’re jealous,” you teased. “Anyway, what are you so worried about?” You reached out and put a hand on his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.” You felt his cheek grow warm as a blush came over his face.

Nanami looked down at his watch, he seemed to be calculating something in his head. “We have about thirty minutes until we have to leave right?”

“Yeah, why?” 

He suddenly moved closer to you, putting his hand on either side of the table around your waist. “Should we make use of our morning?”He gave you a cocky smirk as he gently moved one of his hands under your chin, tilting your face upwards.

You felt your face burning now. “What can we even do in only half an hour” 

He tilted his head as he thought. “Well we really only have twenty minutes,  I would allow us another ten to compose ourselves.”

“Do you think that’s enough?” you asked, laughing. 

He shrugged as he brought his face closer to yours. “We can make it work.” He closed the distance between you, delicately placing his lips on yours. He was so warm, so soft. You pulled him closer, placing your hand on the back of his head and lacing your fingers within his silky blonde locks. His lips moved softly against yours, his hand gently placed on your back as he settled himself between your legs. You pulled back for a second and looked up at him. His lips were glistening with your mixed saliva and face was flush. You smiled. 

“Seeing as I haven’t really had the time to do laundry, and the fact that I’m down a couple of shirts, and that we have a record of being…messy. I propose we move this to my bedroom.” 

He smiled and nodded. He placed another soft kiss on your lips before backing up to let you move forward away from the table. 

“I’ll try to not let it become a habit.” 

“What?”

“Ruining your shirts.” 

“To be fair you only ruined two, the other one was that monster.” You shrugged, “Some things are just inevitable.” You turned towards him once you were in your room and started unbuttoning your shirt. “Should we set a timer?” you joked. 

Nanami set his blazer aside and loosened his tie. “We can be quick about it. We made do in that bathroom.” 

You felt your cheeks go red, “Oh my god,” you buried your face in your hands and sat on the bed. You heard him chuckle and you looked up. He placed a hand down onto your cheek and you smiled at him. He slowly lowered his face down towards you and kissed your forehead. He pushed you onto your back as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. You shifted your weight as you reached down to pull your pants down. You slipped them off of your legs and suddenly felt him grab your right ankle. He smiled coyly as he placed it up onto his shoulders, you felt your face go red as you looked at him. He held your leg firmly as he lazily unbuttoned his pants and shuffled them down to expose himself. You felt your heartbeat quicken as he moved forward and ran his cock over your underwear. He moved forward, placing his knees on the bed as he brought your legs up onto his thighs. He picked up your left leg and pressed it against his side as he moved forward to kiss you. You groaned as you felt your right thigh stretch against his chest. You moved one of your hands onto his shoulder and the other laced into his hair bringing him closer. Your tongues danced as you desperately kissed him. He continued to buck his hips, running his cock over your now soaked panties. He grunted at the friction and quickly moved back suddenly. You whimpered again as your leg moved back up with him. He let go of your left leg and moved it over opening your legs wide before him. He looked up at you, his pupils wide and his mouth wet with your spit. He swallowed hard as his eyes trailed down your body. “Y/N…I don’t know how to explain what you do to me…” He licked his lips as he thrust his hips forward against your clothed cunt. “I apologize in advance if I’m being too rough.” He looked back up at you. “Please let me know if I’m too rough..” He moved a hand down and pushed aside the wet fabric easily. 

He pressed his tip lightly against your opening. You moved a hand forward and pressed it against his abdomen stopping him momentarily. “Kento…” 

His head snapped up to meet your eyes. “Yes?”

There was a desperation in his gaze that made you feel a warmth in your chest. “It’s okay.” You moved your hand back and lifted your arms over your head. “Be rough with me, please…” you moaned and arched your back as you felt him dip a little deeper inside you. 

Nanami quickly grabbed your other leg and pressed it back against you as he moved forward and buried himself deep inside of you. You let out a yelp, which was muffled by him devouring your lips. He pushed his hips roughly against you, desperately, quickly, as he held your legs further back. You were folded over yourself and you felt the head of his cock bully the deepest parts of you. You gasped everytime he pushed into you, becoming a mumbling mess under his touch. He slipped an arm behind you and brought you closer to him and you gasped at the change in position. He had you trapped in a mating press and all you could do was mutter incoherently. “Kento!” you cried, tears forming in your eyes from the pleasure. He moved his mouth from your lips and trailed sloppy kisses down to your jaw and into your neck. You felt him bite your skin gently before latching onto the side of your neck. He was going to leave a mark, you were sure. You moved your arms forward and hugged his large torso towering over you. He wasn’t slowing down and you were reaching your limit. You dug your nails into his back and you heard him hiss as he released your neck. He smiled snarkily before moving to the other side of your neck and biting down on it. You dragged your nails along his back again and he bit down harder. You cried out as he desperately moved his hips with more force, his knees slipping and forcing him deeper as he temporarily let his weight drop on you for an instant. You moaned loudly and clenched your entire body as you came. He grunted into your ear as he thrust his hips one more time before releasing with a roar. 

You were both breathing heavily as he stayed inside of you for a while longer, twitching against your contracting walls. He kissed your face gently as he tried to catch his breath and you smiled, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling. After some time he finally moved back, releasing your legs which had been trapped between the two of you. He took a moment to massage your thighs in his hands. You hummed in appreciation. 

You felt him move back and pull out of you. You winced as you felt warm liquid ooze out of you. You pointed to your bedside table and he quickly fetched a handkerchief to clean you up. 

“I might have gotten carried away again.” 

You laughed and sat up sorely. “It's only 8 am.” You mumbled. He smiled at you and you saw his eyes trail to your neck. You put a hand over the spots he had leeched on to. He smiled satisfied as he made his way off the bed. 

“I’m going to take a quick shower…would you like to join me?” You nodded and scooted off of the bed. You looked at him as he turned his back towards you and winced. He turned to look. “What? Is something wrong?” 

“Your back,” you said with a frown. “I didn’t realize how hard I was scratching.” 

He peeked over his shoulder at the sharp red lines. “Nothing you can’t fix,” he said. He went over to you and scooped you up in his arms. 

After your quick shower together you went back into your bedroom to get dressed. You looked in the mirror at your body. He had left a mark at the base of your neck, just low enough to be covered by the collar of your shirt. You looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw he was staring with a smile on his face. “I might have been caught up in the moment, but I made sure I was careful.” 

You smiled back and looked at the mark again. You looked back up at him. “This…this doesn’t have anything to do with you being jealous does it?” 

He blinked and you saw his eyebrows furrow slightly. “No,” he huffed, fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeve.. “Why would you- No, I’m not-”

You laughed. “Sorry, I had to tease. I love when you get flustered.”

He sighed and came up behind you, leaning down to rest his chin on your shoulder. “Do you have the lady lawyer’s card? What was her name? Shimizu? I think I should hold on to her card as well.” 

You frowned and leaned your head into his. “I knew it. You’re leaving me for her.” 

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you bringing you closer to him. He buried his face into your neck and took a deep breath. He pressed a kiss into your shoulder before moving up to kiss your cheek. “We should get going.” 

You turned to look at him. “Okay.” He took your hands and lifted them to his lips to give them a gentle kiss. 

“Make sure Shoko doesn’t go too far, she has a habit of getting carried away…”

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pt 1.  pt 2. pt 3. pt 4. pt 5.

˚₊✩‧₊thank you for reading my way too overly complicated fic, i have so much planned and its all really self indulgent but I'm glad I can share it with other nanami lovers. i'll try to be better about posting the next part without a three month ghosting period, but in my defense the end of 2024 was out to get me....anyway much love to you all and as always if you saw a typo, no you didn't -Nana

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❏ 𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐘 !

➛ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ! (𝟏/𝟐)

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 love interest ꒱ . . . yandere ! master ! venti x fem ! maid ! reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 format ꒱ . . . oneshot

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 warnings ꒱ . . . cult-ish behavior, idolatry, obsessive themes, possible inaccuracies in how cults work, yandere themes

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 synopsis ꒱ . . . In which you wake up in a strange mansion with amnesia, the kind owner takes you in for you to stay there. But not everything here is as it seems.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 authors note ꒱ . . . I wrote this to manifest Venti (hopefully he’s not ooc) when I pull for him, let’s pray this works. I may make a part two but I won’t make any promises || inspired by this

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🔪 word count ꒱ . . . 2.6k

It was dark.

Not only dark, but quiet, too quiet. Your body felt weak and heavy.

Where am I? You panicked, Am I… home? You thought hopefully, your eyes slowly blinking awake. Your blurred vision slowly focused in on someone standing above you. It was a man, a man with dark hair that faded into a light teal.

Dark haired man, soft facial features, beautiful, teal eyes… I’ve never seen him before… You wondered as he opened his mouth to say something but you quickly sitting yourself up cut him off.

You probably shouldn’t have sat up so fast because that made your head throb in pain. You clenched your eyes shut and groaned with your hands on your forehead. Wait, your forehead was bandaged up?

The resting smile on the man’s face slowly faltered as he saw you in pain, “Hey, you had quite a fall last night…”

You blinked, your mind subconsciously ignoring the rest of his words, “Fall?” I fell? When did that happen?

You couldn’t remember anything, you can’t even remember where you were last night or anytime yesterday!

“Th- thank you for your help but…” you quickly jump out of bed, but the second you stood on your feet your legs trembled and your head throbbed. It felt as if you had been hitting it with a brick for the past hour.

And your legs, your legs were weaker than they’ve ever been… d- did I have a concussion!? Maybe you did have a rough fall…

“…but I need to get home! I… I have to…” you trailed off, feeling dizzy.

“…have to…?” He raised an eyebrow at you, expecting you to go on.

“I- I don’t remember… what… I have to do.” Panic overwhelmed your injured body, you fell back against the bed for your legs giving out under you. “Wha… What’s wrong with me…!? why can’t I remember anything!?”

You knew you couldn’t remember, but by how you were reacting, what you needed to do was very important to you.

The man placed his hands on your shoulders, caressing them gently. “Hey, hey it’s gonna be alright…” He said gently in your ear, “Amnesia is a common symptom of a concussion, but it’s fine, I’ve gotten you now, Y/n”

You rested in the Man’s home for a day or two until you felt good enough to walk on your own, although, your headaches never really seemed to go away.

Your injuries were tended to not only by the dark hair man, but by the maids that work for him in this place, his mansion. His name is Venti.

There are about 10 or so maids who work here, (all women) in the age range of 19-21, you falling in that category. You haven’t seen all of them, but only a few from them changing your bandages or taking your temperature.

You later came to know that each one of these maids were Mondstadters, highly religious ones at that, who worship and follow the Anemo Archon Barbatos.

Once you got well, Venti (or Master Venti as the maids called), came in your room. You were visibly bored, having nothing to do for hours.

“Oh, Y/n!~” he sang, his voice light and cheerful.

You perked up, finally having at least a little entertainment from the Master of the Mansion, “Yes Venti?”

He seems a bit too cheery and playful to be a billionaire who has a bunch of maids literally working for him… You thought, but you quickly brushed it off.

“I have a proposal for you…” he sat beside your on the bed, his eyes never leaving your face, “You could either stay here with me and work for me as one of my maids, or you could leave this mansion and go back to your normal life.”

He leaned in close to you, his real eyes narrowing as he whispered, “the choice is yours, Y/n.” You instinctively shifted away from him, your face getting a bit hot.

Oh, how you would’ve loved to go back, but the only problem with that option was that you don’t remember your address. Hell, you don’t even remember where you’re from, if you worked, nothing!

So you, of course, chose the most reasonable option, and that is to stay with him. “Well, I don’t really know what I need to go back home to so… yes, I’ll stay.” You gave him a smile and he returned it with a laugh and an even bigger grin.

“Hee-hee! Oh, that’s perfect! I’ll have you start right away!!… Only if that’s alright with you my Cecilia!” He was so happy you had decided to stay with him, a bit too happy…

“My Cecilia?” Does he call all of his maids that?

Without giving you a second to really comprehend what you just signed your life away to, he dragged you out of bed and stood you in front of the full length mirror on the closet door. You couldn’t help but notice how disheveled you look. You no longer had the bandage on your head, and you’re wearing a pretty casual outfit. Sadly, due to your memory loss, you’ve forgotten what you wore this outfit to.

“I’ll get your uniform prepared for you, Y/n,” Venti grinned, “I just need you to tell me your size, Cecilia.”

Oh, he just knew you’d be beautiful as one of his maids… Just by the way he can’t pry his eyes off of you. But he has to control himself, it’d be bad him to show favoritism for one of his maids. Just like an Archon loving all of their followers equally.

It wasn’t long before Venti returned with your uniform, it was a long black dress down to my ankles, a white apron and a lacy headpiece with ribbons. It was a pretty generic maid dress, but it wasn’t nothing.

You spun around a few times in the mirror admiring the cute dress, although it was a bit tight in the chest area.

Venti’s eyes lingered a second too long, then forced himself to snap out of it. I can’t get too attached to my maids he thought.

Clearing his throat, you turn to look at him. “Is it alright or do I need to get you another size?” He asked, his eyes raking up and down your body.

You failed to notice his gaze when you shook your head, “Oh, no, it’s perfectly fine.”

“Perfect! I’ll let one of my maids show you around. Her names Maria and I believe she’s about your age.” He left for a minute or two and returned with a pretty woman with light brown hair and black-brown eyes. She, of course was wearing the maid uniform.

“Y/n, this is Maria. Maria, Y/n. I’m optimistic that you two can get along,” He winked before leaving the room in a bit of a hurry.

You wondered whatever he could be doing, but your thoughts were interrupted by Maria. “So you’re the young lady Lord Barbatos was talking about.” She plastered a smile on her face and reached out her hand for you to shake.

Reluctantly, you took her hand, “Lord Barbatos?” What’s that about? You thought.

“Uh, yeah… I’ve been here for a while and this is the first time I’ve had a conversation with someone that isn’t Venti or about my injuries…”

She pursed her lips together at the tone of familiarity at how you said his name. “…Venti…”

“Ah, yes, well I’m glad to be someone you can talk to.” She smiled at you but it didn’t seem entirely genuine. You would’ve taken note of that but you honestly could care less about what she thought of you.

“Me too,” You responded.

You and Maria walked for what felt like hours through every single room on all three floors of this huge mansion. Not only that, but she explained every detail of every nook and cranny of this place. But you did learn some valuable information.

This mansion is deep in the woods of Mondstadt and no one is allowed to stray too far away from the mansion. She says it is because “Lord Barbatos told us that vicious monsters lie in these woods, so it’s not safe to wander too far.”

And that “Whoever deliberately tries to leave him or say anything against the Anemo Archon is “taken care of.” None of the women here exactly know what that’s supposed to mean, so we all try our hardest to be on her best behavior!”

The way the words came off of Maria’s mouth was so easily and casually was a bit… disturbing. It’s almost as if she doesn’t even understand that this wasn’t normal. Is it normal?

“Does- Does that mean he kills them-!!?“ you shriek, her hand swiftly coming up to cup it over your mouth as you struggle against her.

She pressed a finger against her lips then removed her hand for your mouth, “Don’t. Say. That.” Maria stated firmly, her eyes widening.

“But why…?” You muttered quietly. Her black irises shook with fear as they look to her upper left.

You followed her gaze and there it was, a security camera. She composed herself and plastered that fake-ass smile on her face again, on the contrary, your eyes remain wide and as shocked as she was as she drags you along by your wrist. “How about we visit the library again, hm?”

In the library, Maria drags you behind a bookshelf, one of the only camera blind spots in the Mansion.

“What did you think you’re doing shouting such… such nonsense like that! Ven- Lord Barbatos would never, ever do such a thing!!” She cried, “Do you want to get us punished!?”

Punished? “I feel like that’s the least of our worries right now,” you whisper-shouted, “we need to get out of here right now!”

You tried walking away but she only yanked you back over to her. Seriously, she needs to stop manhandling me…

“You can’t leave, haven’t I told you? Lord Barbatos would be furious! Not only that, but monsters roam in the wood beyond this mansion.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, “he told us that the last young lady who left to retrieve something from the woods never came back.”

She sighed, “But why would you ever want to leave anyway? He has treated your wounds, he’s feeding and sheltering us in this nice home, and all he asks for in return is your labor.”

You froze. You can’t deny that Maria put up a good argument. And yet, something about this place just creeps you out anyway.

“Maria, why do you call Venti “Lord Barbatos” rather than “Master Venti” like the other maids? Isn’t Barbatos an Archon, a god?” You cocked an eyebrow at her.

She only scoffed, “Just what’s so wrong with me referring to my god as a proper title? Who do you think you are saying his name like that, he’s not your friend from high school, you know.”

You only rolled your eyes, “But Venti- oh- sorry, “Lord Barbatos” isn’t a god, or is he?”

“Yes he is!” She exclaimed, a bit too defensive.

“All of the women here are from here, the land of freedom, so naturally we worship the Archon Barbatos. But since “Venti,” as you may call him, is such a faithful man, many of us believe that he is Barbatos. So we worship Venti as our Anemo Archon.”

This is insane.

Venti? A god? And if this is true, then why didn’t he tell you this in the first place…

“Let me get this straight,” you laughed with a hand rubbing your temple, feeling a light headache coming back, “Venti is the Anemo Archon?” You thought that everything coming out of her mouth was complete nonsense and you made that blatantly evident.

“It’s really not that hard to believe, Y/n.” She crossed her arms.

For the rest of the morning you and Maria just organized books while keeping the subject on other things.

“How long have you been here, Maria?”

“About 6 months, but it only feels like a few weeks… oh, how the time flies by…” she let out a dreamy sigh before continuing, “All of the girls who work here are hired at the same time by our Master but…” she trailed off.

“…But I guess Lord Barbatos made an exception for you…” she had a tone to her voice that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Finally it was lunchtime, you had worked up an appetite after all the walking work you did.

All the the maids met in the kitchen after one or two of them had prepared a meal for everyone. Just as you were about to sit down, one had stopped you.

She seemed about your age with dirty blonde hair and green eyes, her name was Amalia. “Could you please bring this up to Master Venti for me?” She handed, more like shoved you a tray of food. On it was a nicely prepared male and a drink.

“Thanks!”

“H- Hey- but…” you tried off, she was already gone. …But I’m hungry too…

With a dramatic groan, you left the kitchen with the tray. You weren’t really left with much of a choice….

It took a while for you to carefully balance the tray in your hands while walking up three flights of stairs, but you made it. Walking up to his room, you knocked a few times and waited.

“Come in!” Venti shouted through the door. Slowly, you walked in his room. It was a pretty normal bedroom giving that he was treated like a god according to Maria.

He was sitting at the desk in his room, his cheek resting in his palm as he stared at you. His eyes lingering on the chest area of the dress he picked out…

“Ah, Hi Y/n! I wasn’t exactly expecting you to bring this up to me, haha,” He smiled with a small laugh.

You set the tray down at his desk. At first, you were going to ask why he doesn’t eat with the rest of the maids, but the thought slipped your mind when he started up a conversation with you.

“How are your injuries?” He enquired, not paying any mind to the food in front of him. “You having anymore headaches?”

What’s with the sudden interrogation? “Uh, kinda. Actually, I feel a lot better than before. Only a couple of headaches here and there…”

“That’s good! Other than the headaches though, I’m so glad you’re feeling better, my flower.”

“Oh, thank you… Venti.” You turned to leave then stopped yourself, remembering one last thing.

“Oh, and I have a question…”

He looked at you again, a curious glint in his teal eyes, “Yeah?

“Are you actually Barbatos? Like, the Archon Barbatos?” His eyes widened. It was a bold question, yes, but he wasn’t surprised by the question but by how straight-to-the-point you were.

He laughed a bit then said, “Well, do you think I am?”

You pursed your lips together, not exactly knowing how to respond. “I hope you enjoy your meal,” you smiled and left the room.

He watched you intently as you exited, his eyes lingering on the door after it shut behind you.

Quickly, he snapped himself out of it, “Archons, what am I doing!? I can’t get too attached to her- any of my maids! I just can’t!”

He put his face in his hands as he tried to clear his racing mind. “Haha, how can I stop thinking of her? She’s just so… special”

“Yes, “special” like every single one of my followers.”

“Because I treat all of my maids equally.”

proceed to part two !!

[andcars]

hii i don't know if your requests are open already (if they're not just pretend you did not saw this one) but i saw you did a franco ask and ugh don't be mad but my request it's also for a franco fic but like i planned this a long time ago😭😭

soooo.... could i ask for franco colapinto on an audi, bmw and honda, 1B1E-2708. for a race weekend?

ok also im that anon that said that was happy to read a prompt and the prompt in question was audi; i love alex turner and his love letter to alexa chung is so insanely pretty like 😫😫 #needthatand

i thought it would fit franco the most since he's a yapper :D

LOVE LETTERS ━━ FC43

﹙ 43 ﹚ ─────── better than words you never said

franco celebrates his first win with you covered in champagne. yet, the only thing in your mind is the napkin that's hiding in the bedside drawer

relationship(s) franco colapinto/you tags alex turner reference, implied sugar daddy, secret relationships, reader on top—only literally, simping franco, simping reader dialogue “My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it”, “I still remember the way you taste”, "You want me to beg? I don't think a winner should beg" wc 1.1k

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radio "comments and reblogs are much appreciated!" was excited to write this one since someone finally used the alex turner reference on my prompts !!! i might do this for all drivers soon enough i'm just happy to get to write one and it's franco hehe

▶︎ ❝ party anthem ❞ arctic monkeys

‘My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it.’

You’re not an easy woman, but maybe you’re willing only for Franco. He has you trapped between his legs, placed on the winner’s bed with champagne staining you and the sheets. It soaks your skin and clings to it. Franco’s hands are situated at your hips as he tries to keep you stable. 

On the bedside drawer is his unread love letter, from him to you. It’s unread because he doesn’t know you read it ten times during the weekend. He kisses you the same way his pen kissed the cheap napkin from the restaurant he took you to on Wednesday. He kisses you like he’s saying: ‘The idea that you may kiss it (his lips) again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking of you since, well, before any kiss.’

Every word written, smudged, and carefully thought of, runs your head faster than any lap time. Over and over, you can hear his voice. Franco doesn’t know that as he kisses down to your chest, pulling up your soaked blouse to kiss between the valley of your breasts. “You are just as good as the champagne,” he says, a tongue running down, “I remember distinctly how you taste. Winning makes you taste better.”

His ridiculousness is stripped away with every word he didn’t say. Every stroke, every curve, and every line. Everyone thinks he’s great with his mouth, but he’s even better with his hands. Another example of that would be how he’s undressing your pants and pulling them down. You are left wanted and salivated for as his eyes grope your lower half. “Aren’t you very pretty?” he teases.

“Come on, Franco,” you tell him, a hand on the collar of his Alpine shirt, “if you keep teasing me, I’m gonna make you beg for me later.”

“Really?” he laughs, pulling his head up. “You gonna make me beg, sweetheart?” He starts talking in his own tongue, the words so fast you couldn’t catch it. Still, he says it all with a smug look on his face that makes you want to expose his little secret. 

Instead, you say, “Yeah, I’m going to make you beg.”

“I think, instead,” he kisses your knuckles, pulling them up to his lips, “you spoil me rotten for once. I am deserving of it after all. A winner should never beg.”

You roll your eyes, and he laughs at your antics. Begrudgingly, letting you win, he pulls your legs up, and your pants and panties are swiftly off you. The coldness of the hotel room breezes through your cunt, making you clench. Franco catches it in his eye, and he looks at you like he wants you to be squeezing around him instead. You don’t doubt that is what he truly wants.

“Come on now,” he turns the two of you over, “spoil me. Maybe I’ve had enough of spoiling you with all those dinners and events, huh? Let’s see if you can make me beg.”

With your naked sex pressed against his jeans, you work him so that he’s undressed completely too. He helps you out just barely. Pulling himself up, he watches you tug all of his clothes to a pile of clothes by the champagne. “The bed does feel sticky,” he laughs at his own consequences, “but I bet you’re even stickier inside.”

“And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me,” you recite, placing yourself right above his standing cock. You can see how his eyes widen and his mouth turns gaping like a fish. “Like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back.”

Franco has a hand on your chest, “Wait, love, hold on—”

You slam your hips down, making him choke on his words as he grips your waist. “Fuck, oh, baby,” he groans out the word like it’s difficult for him. For once, maybe, he’s not good with his words.

“What’s wrong?” you smile, “You lost your touch, Franco?” You don’t move on top of him. You sit idly, pressing your hands on his chest as you lean over to his head. He looks at you like he has never seen you before. “Told you I’m gonna have you begging. So I wanna hear it, beg.”

“Ah, you’re really something,” he smiles, his fingers bruising your skin. “Come on then, recite the rest to me.”

Raising an eyebrow, you still comply with his request. “The notio—o-oh!” You cry out as he starts fucking up into you, using your hips to stabilise you. His hips work almost mechanically as he works himself deeper into your cunt. The angle makes it feel like he’s reaching more and more inside of you. Your words fall broken on your mouth as he continues his pace.

“Huh? You still gonna play?” His words make you whimper. Whenever he’s focused on you, his accent tends to become thicker and he pants heavier. “Love, you’re so fucking wet for me. Hmm..? Ah, fuck.” He doesn’t look away from you as he spreads his legs wider, positioning himself as he also moves your hips to meet his thrusts. 

Franco continues on and you’re left at his mercy. At the end, you’ll always give yourself to Franco. It’s not being easy, it’s just that you love being under him—figuratively, but mostly literally. Though, this position feels so fucking good. With his pace, you feel yourself tightening as you’re near your climax. He knows that too. He’s reaching down to find your clit and he rubs it like you want it. You’re left screaming his time as your cunt releases around him.

It doesn’t take long until he paints your insides with his own release. Your face falls over his and he captures your mouth in the kiss he’s been thinking about. The kiss he hasn’t stopped thinking about since your first kiss. A hand down your back, and another in your hair, he embraces you until you lay on your back and he’s right there, covering you in passionate kisses like the first time. It’s easy to give it all to him.

He pulls away. “When did you read it?” he asks, smiling at you.

“Since you first wrote it. When you took me to that fancy restaurant on Wednesday.”

He tilts his head, unknowing, “I took you to a lot of fancy restaurants on Wednesday.”

You laugh and punch his chest. “Dinner. It was dinner when you wrote it so of course I read it on Wednesday.”

Franco just smiles at you and takes the napkin out from it’s drawer. You watch him as he throws it to the bin inside your room. Before you could ask why, he tells you, “I don’t need you to see it anymore. I’ll just prove that I’m addicted to your lips until the media eventually finds out.”

Nothing has ever been a better plan than that.

@Delululeclerc @hiireadstuff @fallingforpvris @rtorresblog @Tribbisweetdear @Jamie2305 @yourmommyagone22 @nichmeddar @vannylen2144

[odditycircus-2002]

Quan-Chi's Daughter Intros

A/N: Despite NO ONE asking for this. I decided to make these intros based on the reader from this request. Because of her backstory, my mind started concocting scenarios of her meeting certain characters besides her family. So, I hope y'all like this one.

Sub-Zero

Y/N genuinely: Even with your cryomancy, you have a warm soul.

Sub-Zero: Do not think it means I'll make this spar easier.

Y/N chuckles: I would be offended if you did.

/

Sub-Zero: Is it possible for you to restore Cyrax?

Y/N: Necromancy isn't my strongest suit, but I could try it for you, my friend.

Sub-Zero: That is all either Cyrax or I could ask for.

/

Y/N: How is D/N's training with your Lin Kuei faring?

Sub-Zero: She shows much promise but is reluctant to use her more demonic abilities.

Y/N: That's for the best ... for you AND D/N's sake.

/

Sub-Zero: You were there when Quan-chi remade Hanzo and Bi-Han into specters?

Y/N: I was, and while I could help Hanzo, I wish I could've done more for your brother.

Sub-Zero firmly: He is beyond saving, Y/N.

Night Wolf

Y/N: I still feel guilt for all my years working under Quan-chi.

Night Wolf: You’re not the only that harbors guilt for their past actions.

Y/N: Then we’re fortunate to have been enlightened before it was too late.

/

Night Wolf: Why are you so uneasy in my presence?

Y/N: Your Revenant was one of many that left his mark on me.

Night Wolf: I will do what I can to show, he is not who I really am.

/

Y/N: You allowed Hanzo to best you at the Tournament?

Night wolf: As you and I can both see, his path led to you and the revival of his clan.

Y/N sincerely: And for that, you have my gratitude.

/

Night wolf: Do not let your love for Hanzo become blinding.

Y/N: He opened my eyes to a world beyond the Netherrealm.

Night Wolf: I merely caution you to not mistake loyalty for blind obedience.

/

Johnny Cage

Y/N: You defeated Shinnok in Kombat?

Johnny Cage: Are you also going to say that's batshit insane?

Y/N: No, I wanted to thank you for doing so.

/

Johnny Cage: Man, you are hot as hell!

Y/N: That's because liquid fire runs through my veins.

Johnny Cage: Do you not know what flirting is?

/

Y/N: I'm sorry, but I'm happily married to Hanzo.

Johnny Cage: He's one lucky S.O.B to have tied the knot with such a hottie.

Y/N: I'm fortunate to have him in my life.

/

Johnny Cage: If you're a demon, where's your horns, fangs, and tail?

Y/N: I'm told my true face tends to intimidate humans.

Johnny Cage: It can't be as bad as Sonya waking up on the wrong side of the bed.

/

Raiden:

Y/N: As Dark Raiden, you frightened me.

Raiden: I can imagine many others share your sentiment.

Y/N: But not everyone could look at him, and could almost picture Shinnok in his place.

/

Raiden: Your daughter inherited your demonic abilities.

Y/N: I'm concerned about her losing control and doing something she'll regret.

Raiden: I trust you, and Scorpion trained her as well as you could.

/

Y/N: I may know how to keep Shinnok's amulet out of anyone's hands.

Raiden: What would be better than My Sky Temple?

Y/N: If you allow it, I would toss it into the Sea of Blood, far from anyone's reach.

/

Raiden: I wish to trust you, but it wasn't long ago that I saw you stand by your father.

Y/N: I left his side decades ago, and he then tried to have me killed.

Raiden: It's no surprise that Quan-chi doesn't value even his own family.

Spawn

Y/N: I left the Netherrealm for a good reason.

Spawn sympathetically: I'm afraid the Netherrealm is not through with you.

Y/N with a demonic reverb: It shall NEVER have me again!

/

Spawn: You remind me of someone I loved.

Y/N softly: Did you lose her?

Spawn: She's lost to me for all eternity.

/

Y/N: You were sent back to the mortal realm because you wanted to see your wife again?

Spawn: Just as you cut ties with your father and Hell to be with your husband.

Y/N: Now, we're both free to choose our destinies.

/

Spawn: You've escaped the Netherrealm while all its strongest fighters were after you?

Y/N: As my scars can attest, I almost didn't.

Spawn: You're lucky, then, that you didn't have to make a deal with the Devil to escape.

/

Noob Saibot

Y/N softly: I offer you mercy, Bi-Han.

Noob Saibot angrily: You think I need your pity?!?

Y/N: For you to be at peace, I have to free you of your shell.

/

Noob Saibot: You and your daughter fear the darkness within you.

Y/N: Shinnok and Raiden have shown me more than that absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Noob Saibot: You are both fools for not embracing your true potential.

/

Y/N: Sareena still speaks highly of you, Bi-han.

Noob Saibot: I am NOT the one she speaks of anymore.

Y/N: I know, so she'll be relieved to have you gone.

/

Noob Saibot: You married the man who killed me?

Y/N: I did, but I know what Hanzo did to you was unjust and unwarranted.

Noob Saibot: Then I'll take your life as retribution for him taking mine.

/

Cetrion

Y/N: Were my prayers ever heard?

Cetrion: Even from the Netherrealm, I could hear a small girl's pleas for a better life, but I could not intervene.

Y/N lowly: Then you know why I am here...

/

Cetrion testily: You assisted your husband in killing your father.

Y/N angrily: Quan-chi has been dead to me long before Hanzo took his head.

Cetrion: It is not surprising that a demon has no remorse for their sin.

/

Y/N: What makes you worthy of my worship?

Cetrion: I know you seek salvation for your compliance with Quan-chi's schemes.

Y/N: I will not seek that from someone who is compliant with Kronika's plans.

/

Cetrion: Your love and appreciation for life is virtuous.

Y/N: Then why are you so determined to end all of it?

Cetrion: Not end it, Kronika will start anew to restore balance.

BONUS: Shinnok

Y/N: Why in the 10 hells would my daughter ever serve you?

Shinnok: Because of your husband, it is her birthright to take Quan-chi's place.

Y/N with demonic reverb: D/N will not be yours to control!

/

Shinnok: Quan-chi should have beaten you as a child.

Y/N: What makes you think he didn't already try his best to break me every other way?

Shinnok: Obviously, it wasn't enough.

/

Y/N: All you have ever taught me about Death is false.

Shinnok: Then I have but one more lesson to teach you.

Y/N growling: I am DONE with your lessons.

/

Shinnok: Quan-chi's little songbird.

Y/N: I am neither his nor your pet bird any longer!

Shinnok: You are nothing more than lamb to the slaughter.

[itsnevercasual]

Sweet Creature

harry styles masterlist

pairing: kinda dark!harry styles x reader

summary: harry’s mother finds a girl on the side of the street one day while harry’s away. he hears about her for months, until he finally decides to see for himself. expecting her to be an undercover rat, he is surprised to find a girl more similar to a deer in headlights.

warning: kinda dark harry kinda alludes to him doing illegal, mafia type stuff but it isn’t specified. third person writing instead of second, READER DOESN’T USE HER REAL NAME!!! she will eventually just not yet.

—

harry had been hearing about some girl non-stop. by who, you may ask?

his mother.

his sweet, kind mother somehow found a girl who was living on the streets, took her in (gave her his room!), and is obsessed with her.

“oh, harry, she’s just the sweetest! gemma says she’s like a kicked puppy, but she’s just so sweet. this morning, i woke up, and she’d cleaned the whole house! and i asked her why, because i obviously didn’t tell her to, and she said she figured she should. you’d love her. proper sweetheart.”

and honestly, it was sweet. he probably would like her if he wasn’t the way he is. because the way he is, he thinks it’s a trap. he thinks she was never really living on the streets, and it’s a ploy. someone found his family and is trying to ruin it.

but, of course, he’d never let his mother know of the way he actually is and thinks, or what he does for a living.

“she sounds lovely, mum. what did you say her name was?”

“she says it’s belle. she’s always singing some french song. i think she lived in france before she got here.. i’m not sure. she isn’t very talkative.”

“she got an accent?”

“a little bit of everything, hazza. when will you come visit? i think you have to be the one to tell her that your room is hers now. she keeps saying ‘harry’s room’ and ‘your son’s room’. i feel horrible!”

“she’s probably just weary mum. if she was on the streets before, she probably just doesn’t want to jinx it.”

“you’re right.. gosh, she won’t even let gemma and i buy her things. she just borrows gemma’s clothes and apologizes a bunch for it. i’m not sure what to do.”

“i’ll come visit soon.”

—

and he did. a surprise visit in the middle of the night, because he was convinced he’s find this belle girl doing shady things .

except when he snuck in the front door, the house was quiet.

alright, he supposes, she’s stealthy.

so he goes upstairs and quietly opens his bedroom door.

and that’s when it’s a little louder. a girl is twisted and turning and mumbling in her sleep on his bed.

all she is saying, from what he can hear, is no. no, no, no, no, no. please, no.

and he feels a little bad, so he walks over to tap her. when that doesn’t work, he shakes her.

her eyes snap open and she has probably the worst reaction possible in this situation.

she fucking screams. like a goddamn banshee.

and sure, it lasts for maybe five seconds, probably four, but she definitely woke his mother up. and it’s so loud, he backs up to the doorway.

gemma was probably still passed out. she would sleep through the world ending.

“hey! it’s just me, calm down!”

she squinted at him through the darkness before yanking the chain on the lamp, turning it on.

he could hear her practically hyperventilating from the doorway.

she let out a sigh of relief when she recognized him from the photos in the living room.

“you really are jumpy, huh?”

“i woke up to a random man hovering over me,” she deadpans.

he almost laughs.

“it’s my room.”

and it’s like a fucking switch. her breaths are staggered and labored, but she still rushes out a whole ass monologue. kicked puppy, indeed.

“oh, my god. i am so sorry. i forgot. i can— i can take the couch— you probably want to sleep in your bed. i’m sorry, anne didn’t say you were coming by or else i would’ve cleaned up—“

the room is spotless, probably cleaner than when he stays in it, but harry doesn’t say that.

“i’ll just.. grab my blanket and stuff and go to the couch. i’m so sorry, i didn’t know—“

“relax,” he finally says. “i knew you’d be in here. i was just.. grabbing a pillow. didn’t realize mum was serious about you being jumpy.”

“oh.. uh.. are you sure? i can take the couch—“

“belle— belle, right?” she nods. “go back to bed. i have slept on plenty of couches. i will survive.”

“i feel bad.”

“well, don’t.”

he should feel bad. she is very clearly not dangerous unless she is a phenomenal actress.

“you’re not mad, are you? because i can sleep on the couch—“

“jesus, are y’gonna cry?”

“i can’t help it! i’m sorry!—“

“what on earth is going on— harry! what did you do!” anne asked as she rushed through the doorway, moving to sit next to belle.

“i didn’t do anything!” he defends.

“he didn’t do anything, anne,” she repeats. “just.. frightened me, is all.”

anne gives her a look before pulling her into a hug, and she just flips another switch and instead of watering eyes, she sobs.

who the hell is her acting coach? maybe he could take a few lessons.

“h, go get her a cuppa.. and there’s those baby yogurt melts in the cupboard.”

he doesn’t comment on the fact that belle is at the very least 19, and probably shouldn’t be eating baby food.

—

the next morning, belle made her way downstairs quietly. she was surprised to see harry making a cup of tea this early, but she didn’t say anything, not wanting to disturb his peace.

she adjusted her earbuds in her ear (anne offered to buy her better ones, airpods or something, but she was fine with her earbuds, even if the wire was a pain in the ass), so they didn’t fall out as she walked.

once she made it into the kitchen, she walked into the pantry, grabbing some random granola bar.

when she turned, she jumped. harry was right behind her. well, in front of her now.

“sorry,” she mumbled, moving out of his way.

he muttered something she didn’t understand.

“um.. sorry about.. last night. i’m kind of jumpy.”

“i noticed.”

he was very short. he didn’t seem to like her much.

“you can.. uh.. take your.. room back.. if you want.”

“it’s yours. i’m fine.”

“are you—“

“i’m sure.”

rude. why was he so rude? what had she done to him? well, besides scream at him, but in her defense, he was just hovering over her! that’s weird!

—

harry still didn’t trust her after a week of being there. she kept to herself for the most part, although he was pretty sure he heard her and gemma giggling in the middle of the night.

he just couldn’t figure out who sent her. why she was here.

his mother explained her freakout when he showed up eventually.

“you gotta be careful with her, h. she’s like.. a bunny, in a way. if you aren’t careful in how you approach her and speak to her, she bolts. first day she was here, i asked her what happened, because she had this horrible cut on her cheek. locked herself in your room for a week. i think whatever put her on the streets is a sensitive topic, and was difficult for her.”

“i jus’ dunno if i trust her, mum.”

“well, i do. she’s sweet, she just needs to warm up to you. she warmed up to me and gemma after about a week or two.. and she’s been more jumpy when gem brings michael around. so.. she might just need a minute.”

“the whole thing just seems.. shady.”

“she’ll tell us when she’s ready. and until then, you’ll make her feel welcomed. speaking of, i’m gonna go wash her clothes. poor girl won’t let us buy her anything. she just has these same clothes she had and a few things gemma convinced her to use.”

—

a/n: little thing i wrote on a plane, part 2 soon-ish maybe

[bleue-flora]

***UPDATE***

I did some snooping of my own as well as had people find or rule some out (I’ll probably continue to update this as we go on so to check the updated list return to the original post instead of the reblogs)

Alright, by popular demand here it is. There are likely things on here that may not exist yet because the map is from before the finales or don't exist at all or aren’t on this map (these items will be marked DNE - does not exist). I don't know, but that's part of the fun I suppose. :) Feel free to leave the answers in my asks, tag me, or just use the tag: #dsmp scavenger hunt so I can find your posts. <3 Good Luck!

DSMP Scavenger Hunt

Places

1. Staged Duo Island [related post]

✔️2a. Map #1 - Found ✔️2b. Map #4 from Dream’s wall in his bedroom cell [related post] (hopefully they are oriented right, I based it on the other wall maps’ orientation) - Found

2b. is Sam's Base at -3803 70 -3926 [post] (seems the map was oriented wrong oops, my bad... apparently it was right on his wall)

2a. has been determined by @sumwan to be a map of a more completed version of Sam’s handmade retirement island [post] (which is not actually shown in its completion on the dsmp map we were given, but is another mystery solved nonetheless :D)

✖️3. Quackity's storage room (what is in the chests?) [clip] - DNE

Given the look of this room and the presumed general area based off of the stream, I searched everywhere and am going to say this no longer exists and must have be changed since April 2021, perhaps it was part of a Las Nevadas building during construction… so no new torture method lore I guess :[

4. Quackity’s birthday poster (does it really say he’s 28? Or that his birthday is on December 28?)

5. Dream’s house (does he actually have one that’s not the prison or his old secret base)

✖️6a. Revival Book Lab [clip] - DNE ✖️6b. Punz's secret underground room - DNE

6b. The finale secret room has been confirmed to not have been built yet [post]

6a. It is a general consensus at this point that because Punz's tower does not appear the same as in the video that the video was filmed on a different map so there is no lab.

✖️7. Dream’s bed for respawning in the disc confrontation (it had to be close for him to get there so fast [related post]) - DNE [post]

✔️8. Warden’s prison stasis chamber on the outside [clip] - Found [post]

9. Does Quackity have an in Minecraft calendar? (that Dream mentions [clip] & is shown in vod)

10. Did they make a replica of the cell for the scrapped lore and just never filmed it?

Items

✔️11. Books Dream gave to Techno in prison (are they all empty?) - Found

No, the one labeled Dream says “dear technoblade” and the others also have things in them, not necessarily super notable but not nothing [post].

➖12. Dream’s letter to Techno - Maybe?

There is a world in which it could perhaps be the Dream book with “dear technoblade” in it [post] because that is what the scene ends on [clip].

13. Revival Book

14. Are there multiple Enderboo prison waivers for multiple visits?

➖15. The OG pink bed (shown in old enderchest [from this post] but not later) - Unfindable

So there are actually a shit ton of pink beds on the server a result of Eret’s ‘you matter <3’ pink wool and the og pink sheep at the community house no doubt. So I think this will be pretty impossible, unless we find something that seems like Dream’s house which has a pink bed.

✔️16. Does Dream have any named possessions? - Yes

A fish named J DAWG, good on Sneapeekay for giving Dream a pet, our boy has an attachment now :) [post]

17. Dreamrider [clip]

✔️18a. Dream’s blue shield - Found 18b. Smile shield from staged finale

18a. George still has it in his ender chest :) [post]

*40. Bonus Addition - Sam’s missing Warden items [related post] including : 40a. WARDENS WILL 40b. His armor and ✔️ 40c. His trident Wardens Mercy - Found [post]

Enchantments

✔️19. Enchantments of Quackity’s netherite low durability axe - Found

Efficiency V and Mending [post]

✔️20. Enchantments of Quackity’s diamond sword - Found

Sharpness I [same post as axe]

✔️21. Enchantments of Quackity’s diamond pickaxe - Found

Fortune II and Efficiency III [same post as axe]

✔️22. Dream’s armor enchantments after prison (how does it compare to Nightmare?) - Found

Pretty comparable as far as main enchants go, but definitely missing the extra frills [post] (thank you to @sumwan for finding Nightmare)

Questions

✔️23. Would Techno and Dream have been able to escape from under the cell? [clip] - I think EVENTUALLY Yes [post]

✔️24. Is the End completely untouched? [related post] - Yes

@blockgamepirate has made the observation that no End file exist so presumably they never went to the end before the finale.

✔️25. Are the cow and sheep still at the disc confrontation vault? - No

Just For Fun - Where are these?

✔️26. KSI portraits from sex class (are there any still around?) - Yes

I do not have the plugin but all maps seem to still be in the school.

27. DEFINITELY NOT PENIS

✔️28. Dream’s Diary - Found

It was still in the cell.... [post]

29. “thanks for visiting” prison book

30. The :) book Sapnap gives to Ranboo from Dream in prison

31. Sam’s book that says "I am not an idiot "over and over

32. The L’manberg photo from the finale [clip]

✔️33. Are there any Tales of the SMP sets? - Yes

@feyscape has found the City of Mizu at 13979 70 12937 [post]

@feyscape’s website notes that The Town That Never Was is at 843 97 -296 [link]

✔️34. Egg - Found

Oddly, near Bad and Skeppy's mansion and the prison, not the banquet room, at 325 11 -884 [post]

35. Bones and Skeppy’s house (in Egg Finale) [clip]

✔️36. Antarctica Tommy got teleported to when he was banned on his first day [related post] - Found

@feyscape website coordinates at 2000 64 2500 [link]

37. The ocean monuments missing elder guardians (for prison build)?

38a. Fundy's house in mesa 38b. Fundy’s nightmare set in mesa biome [clip]

✔️39. Dream’s parrot’s grave [Dream's parrot] - Found

@oduvany has found it at 237 2309 [post]

Helpful Resources

@sumwan’s post [here] tells how to access inventories

And @seriousbusiness4130 left some helpful replies on my post about finding the loaded chunks of a map:

@feyscape has set up a helpful coordinates archive [here]

[witchygagirlwrites]

Not The Flu

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Halstead Sister Reader (Nicknamed Dizzy)

Your Brothers find out about you and Mouse in a very big way

You woke up and could feel Mouse’s arms around your waist. His face was tucked down into the bend of your neck, his warm breath teasing the skin with every light exhale. You loved nothing more than the mornings you got to wake up slowly in his arms, neither of you having to rush off to work or you having to rush off because Jess was having an emergency at the studio.

You felt him shift and his breathing changed before his lips brushed against your bare shoulder “Morning D” you grinned “Good morning Greg” his lips followed the path down your shoulder until he got to your collarbone then he gently shifted you over to your back. You smiled when you looked up into those sky blue eyes “I love waking up with you” you whispered, your heart aching to tell him you loved him.

You’d known you were in love with him for a while. There was no way to not fall in love with a man like Greg Gerwitz. He was kind and gentle when the situation called for it but was protective as hell when it was needed.

This man had gone through hell at your brother’s side and was the reason you still had him. He’d pulled himself out of PTSD fueled addiction and made it to the other side. He was everything you’d ever wanted just hadn’t realized until one night in a bar had placed him in your path.

“Where ya go Dizzy?” he asked and you realized you were currently just lying there staring up at him “Just thinking how glad I am you came to that gig” he grinned “Nowhere near as glad as I am baby” and crashed his lips against yours.

Mouse walked into the twenty first and heard his phone ding with a text. When he opened it there was a message from you. He cut his eyes up to make sure Jay wasn’t around then swiped it. It was clear Jess had sent the message because it was a photo of you, curled up in a chair in the corner of Jess’ office and the message read Must you wear her out when we have artists coming in???

He laughed and texted back Hey, that’s on her. I told her she needed sleep he started up the stairs and Jess texted back You two are sickeningly adorable Says the girl dating Dizzy’s brother? He replied and she sent back CASUALLY! I gotta go. I’m gonna wake sleeping beauty BYEEE

He loved you but damn your friends were insane. He’d known he was in love with you for a while. It was probably a couple weeks in, you were at his place. You were wearing one of his old shirts, sitting on his counter and eating ice cream. Your hair was a mess and you were humming the bars of one of your band's songs. He’d never seen a more gorgeous sight.

He’d been keeping his mouth shut to not scare you. He’d prefer Jay actually know you two were together first. It was hard keeping such a secret from his best friend but you asked him to and he’d do just about anything you asked of him.

He got to the palm scanner and laid his hand down. The gate popped so he grabbed it then headed up. He had to get his mind on work.

“Sweets, are you sure you’re good?” Tyler asked, eyeing the fact that you were just poking at the caesar salad you ordered. Normally that was one of your favorites for lunch. “I don’t know Ty. I’ve been feeling like shit, Jess keeps teasing that Greg wore me out but he makes sure I get plenty of sleep. It’s kind of annoying at times the length that man goes to just to make sure I’m taking care of myself”

Tyler grinned “I like him for it but on a serious note Callian had the flu a couple weeks ago. Sounds like you may be trying to get it. Might warrant a stop by Med. Would suck to get a bigger artist in the studio just for you to be contagious” You rolled your eyes “Thanks for the concern for my health there Ty!”

He laughed “That too of course Halstead” and you shook your head “I’ll run by and see how busy they are”

_________________________

You laid back on the bed in an exam room. April had come in and taken like six vials of blood per Connor’s orders and Maggie had come in with juice and a pack of crackers when you told her you hadn’t been able to eat lunch. “I feel like this is special treatment” you told her and she smiled “It is. You’re the youngest and favorite Halstead” you grinned “Thanks Mags”

You were just waiting for the door to come swinging open and your oldest brother to come barreling in, demanding what was wrong with you. For now you were half asleep.

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Will walked through the E.D. and his eyes flickered towards the board and landed on his own last name. What were you doing here? “Maggie, why’s Dizzy here?” she nodded towards Connor “Rhodes is her doc. Her results should be back. Ask him Will, I’m handling twenty different things”

Will walked over to Connor who passed him your chart “Here, I haven’t even looked yet. I’m going into exam two. Don’t go in without me so I don’t get in trouble for it” Will opened your chart and his eyes flew across the results then landed on the findings. You were pregnant.

Who got you pregnant? He turned to head to your room but stopped at the door when he heard you talking. “I’m ok Greg, really” Greg? MOUSE. THAT SON OF A BITCH.

He turned and tossed your chart on the counter then ran to grab his jacket. Him and Jay would kill the son of a bitch.

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You heard a knock at the door and sat up “Yeah” Connor walked in and looked confused “Will hasn’t come in?” you shook your head “I haven’t seen him” his face scrunched in confusion “I figured he would’ve told you, be here to support you and all after he read your chart”

“Told me what Connor?” you asked and he shrugged “You don’t have the flu. You’re pregnant” Oh fuck. If Will read it and came to talk to you, he heard you talking to Mouse.

“Shit Connor I gotta go. I’ll come back for discharge papers” “Why?” he asked as you grabbed your jacket and keys “To make sure I don’t raise this child alone because my brothers killed its father”

Mouse was in the tech room, fixing a set of broken coms when Jay and Will came storming in. “Jay?” he barely got his name out of his mouth before he was being snatched to his feet and slammed against the wall by his best friend. “YOU’VE BEEN FUCKING MY LITTLE SISTER!”

“Jay..I..” he tried but Jay cut him off “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” “Leave him alone!” all three men looked towards the doorway to see you standing there, a bit winded and on the verge of tears. “She’s pregnant Mouse” Will told him and Mouse looked from your brothers to you “You’re pregnant?”

You nodded “I just found out” tears forming in your eyes. He could’ve cared less about Jay and Will threatening him. You were there, visibility upset and now knowing you were carrying his child? “Baby please calm down. It’ll be ok” he spoke softly to you. He saw your hands shaking so he cut his eyes back at Jay “Fucking kick my ass if you’ve got to and get it over with. You’re stressing Dizzy”

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You watched Jay loosen his grip on Mouse then turn to look at you “Dizzy?” you felt tears slip down your face “Please don’t fight with him Jay. He wanted to tell you from the start. I asked him not to” his shoulders sagged and he let Mouse go.

Mouse immediately crossed the floor to pull you into his arms. “Baby are you ok?” He asked and you nodded “Are you” Jay looked from you to him “Diz..why not just tell me?”

You turned in Mouse's arms to look at him “He's your best friend Jay. He means a lot to you. You mean a lot to him. I don't want to be what breaks that but I love him Jay” Mouse's arms tensed and you realized what you said.

You slowly turned back to look at him and a smile slipped onto his face “You love me?” “I have for a while Greg” you whispered and he leaned down to brush a gentle kiss against your lips, having forgotten your brothers “I love you too Dizzy”

Jay and Will both cleared their throats so you broke apart and turned to face them. They both still looked angry but slightly less “Don't hurt her. Be there for my niece or nephew” Jay spoke low and Mouse nodded “Of course”

“We will still kill you and make it look like an accident” you laughed at Will's words but Mouse just grinned “Thanks for that Will”

Jay shook his head “I guess I'm ok with it” then it was like a thought hit him. His eyes widened in horror “IT WAS DIZZY!” You hid your face in Mouse's chest and felt him shake with laughter “In my defense you didn't knock”

“OH I AM NOT DEALING WITH THIS RIGHT NOW” Jay looked at you “I love you. I'm ok with you two and the baby but no just no. And I'm installing chain locks at both of your places” he turned to storm out and Will looked confused “What did I miss?”

Mouse grinned at you before saying “You don't wanna know” then pressed another kiss to your lips “I love you” “I love you too Greg”

@desimarie12

[eve209]

‼️‼️SMUT WARNING CAUSE IM PISSED‼️‼️

FOR SOME BACK STORY: on Roblox I got banned for a day then when I was logging back in it wouldn’t let me do to the 2 step vari so….I’m mad rn tbh and I wanna fuck Roblox

ROBLOX X TOP MALE READER

THIS FANFIC IS JOKE PLS (kinda short)

(Update that account got deleted…)

‼️WARINGS‼️ punishment, spanking, light choking, degrading, little praise here and there, daddy kink (only 2 times though), pet names, mirror fucking, almost gettin caught, sir kink.

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“FUCKING HELL DUDE” I said bashing my head on my keyboard then looking back up at the screen in front of me.

“What are you mad about this time?” My homie,  Kayden on the call said while chucking.

“Ya know how got ban from Roblox yesterday?”

“Mhm”

“well now I’m trying to log in and it says I have to have a 6 digit code that got sent to my email and I didn’t hook a FUCKING EMAIL ON MY ACCOUNT.”

“PFFFFFF HAHAHA, do ya want me to come over and help with it? Maybe I can spend the night or somethin.” Alex said while I heard him shuffling for something, probably his phone.

“But then I have to wait 45 minutes for you to drive here tf am I going to do in the mean time!?” I said while stretching out my arms and pushing my gaming chair back with my feet till it hit my bed while still having my headset on.

“It’s ok dude your gonna live im packing rn so hold tight and jerk off or somethin.” Alex said.

“BRO WTF-“ I said while getting cut off by the end call sound.

“Fucking hell…” I said breathing out but again getting interrupted by a strange noise coming from the pc. Bringing my head back down from looking up at the ceiling while everything started to violently shake around me.

“What the fuck is happening!” I said gripping the arm rests of the chair then closing my eyes and waiting for everything to be over.

….

…….

Suddenly everything stopped. ‘What the fuck..’ I thought opening my eyes slowly while feeling pressure on my lap.

“Hi there! I heard you are having a hard time logging into your Roblox account! May I help you in anyway to satisfy you?” A soft male voice said above me while I was looking my lap seeing tight, outlined thighs with a small bulge in between.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?” I said looking up, following the tanned body that’s connected to the thighs I was checkin out earlier.

“Oh I’m sorry dear! I’m Roblox! I’m sorry I forgot to introduce myself! Your having trouble right? Well I’m here to take that trouble away!” Said Roblox while holding an iPad, still sitting on my lap.

“Y-yeah I am having trouble. My names (M/n) by the way..” I said lightly grabbing his waist so his ass can stop grinding on my dick.

“Yep! I already know that but thank you for reminding me!” He said but then quickly adding onto it while starting to turn around to the PC, “What seems to be the problem sir?”

‘Fuck…’ I thought while still holding on to his waist. The sight of his round, squish-able ass on my covered dick kinda turned me on. ‘I never knew a fucking app could have such a fuckable ass…’

“Um sir, what you do need help with?” Roblox said while slightly turning his body to the side to look at me.

“Oh yeah um I can’t log into my Roblox account because it says I need a six digit code thats sent to my email but it didn’t send me it so I don’t know what to do.” I said scratching the back of my head while looking up at him, still on my lap.

“Oh well are you sure that you checked your inbox?”

“I’m pretty fucking sure…” I said tilting my head back.

“Well then I’m sorry sir but I don’t know how to help you then…you probably turned on two-step verification and didn’t put an email to go with it!” Roblox said, moving his body to face me again while resting his hands on my chest, and looking at me.

With a deep sigh coming from my mouth, I moved my hands to go under his butt and stood up while still holding him and walking to my bed and placing Roblox in the middle of it.

“Um sir! W-what are you d-doing!” Roblox said moving his hands to clutch the pillow, his head was laying on.

“You said you were here to take my trouble away right?” I said, taking off my hoodie I had on.

“Y-Yes! That’s what I’m here for, but what are you doing!” Roblox said with a worried look.

“Well I have some trouble with my dick and I think you would be perfect and you need a punishment for not doing your job right.” I said putting a hand next to Roblox’s face and looking down on him. “How does that sound princess?” I said slipping my hand down to grab his ass.

POV NOW IN 3RD PERSON

“But sir- MHMM!~” Roblox stuttered before (M/n) smashed his lips onto his roughly and slipped his tongue in his mouth.

As (M/n) was taking his sweatpants and boxers off, he took his tongue out of Roblox’s mouth to replace them with two of his own fingers.

“Fuck baby, look at how hard my dick is because of you.” (M/n) said, grabbing his cock and jerking himself off while taking his fingers out of Roblox’s mouth and entering his fingers in his tight hole. After stuffing his fingers in, (M/n) immediately started to thrust his fingers faster and harder making Roblox scream in pleasure.

After a couple of minutes, Roblox’s tight hole was already nice and loose, which once (M/n) realized this, he took his fingers out and stopped jerking his massive cock off. “Fucking hell, do you know how much time and money I put in that stupid fucking account since I was like 10?” (M/n) said, grabbing Roblox’s neck, choking him, and leaning down to slide his tongue around Roblox’ s face cheek.

“P-please sir! I’m s-so sorry I couldn’t help but I-!~ AH!” Roblox said before getting cut off by (M/n) thrusting his cock into Roblox’s pathetic hole, making Roblox cum right then and there.

“S-shit Baby your still so fuckin tight after fingering your hole for 10 minutes, goddamn slut.” (M/n) said til grabbing onto his neck. Roblox couldn’t even get a breather, nor thought in before (M/n) started thrusting fast into Roblox, making their skin slap together.

“AHH~! DADDY PLEASE!~~ it’s to much! Please daddy I just c-came! Wait wait w-wait!” Roblox said tears of overstimulation and pleasure running down his face.

“God princess, just take it.” (M/n) said while smacking Roblox’s ass.

After 20 minutes of thrusting, choking, degrading and praise, (M/n) still hasn’t came deep inside Roblox like he wants! Unlike (M/n), Roblox has came 3 times already, almost passing out. “F-fuck what a good boy you are baby, such a big dick for a tight ass like yours and your still taking it.” (M/n) said smirking as Roblox arched his back.

“Fuck! S-sir! I-it’s to m-much! Ah!~” Roblox said screaming as (M/n)s dick reached the deepest part of him.

*knock knock knock*

….

“Who the fuck….” (M/n) said stopping, but not pulling out of Roblox. Roblox whimpered,  tightening around (M/n)s cock. Breathing heavily, Roblox asked (M/n) “W-why did y-you st-“. “HEY DUDE WTF ARE YOU DOING??” Kayden said still knocking on the door.

“F-fuck um ONE SECOND LET ME GO TAKE A SHOWER!” (M/n) said covering Roblox’s mouth in the process.

“NAH MAN WTF I WAS JOKING ABOUT YOU JERKING OFF YOU FREAK” Kayden said, laughing and fidgeting with the door.

“BRO STFU I HATE U I DIDNT DO THAT” (M/n) said picking up Roblox and walking to his bathroom in his room. Quickly turning the shower on and sitting on the lid of the toilet. (M/n) breathes and slaps Roblox’s butt and throws his head back before looking at Roblox and whispering..

“You think you can be quiet?”

[angelicbeaut]

Being (the “I am” state)

(Long post)

I think the most common instance I see in the community when interacting with asks and reading different struggles we all have/have had during our journey, is that people don’t just let themselves be.

A lot of us believe(d) that we have to work hard for everything, and we take that and apply it to manifestation. Maybe you feel it is too easy to just provide to yourself in imagination, you think there must be something else you have to do, that it can’t be that easy. Well, my love, I see you, I hear you, and I have been you. But, I am glad to inform you that when you reach this beautiful garden of truth and learning yourself and how this world works, that it is in fact, that easy.

As children, we played so freely in our imagination, even when we did not have the best days. We were always enthralled with our wildest dreams, excited by the mere glimmer of something new, even if we may have lost the ability to return to that sanctity as life become complicated, and imagination was thrown away for the sharp and harsh situations that life may have thrown at us. But I assure you, that you never lose the ability to imagine, it is never gone for good, maybe put to the side but never lost.

Imagine states being in a big shopping mall. You can try on any state you want, you can fill your cart up with fancy coats and dolce bags if you embody being rich (I am rich, I am financial free, I am always receiving gifts), you can fill your cart with heart patterned sweaters and lovely smelling candles if you are focusing on manifesting love or self love (I am loved, I am chosen, I am beautiful), and if you are trying to embody the state of being unloved you can fill your cart with no happy ending romance books and candles that smell like cat piss and back way alleys after it rains (I am unloved, I am not appreciated). Best deal is, it’s all on the house, all you have to do is pay in your mentality and accept this state as your own.

Now, let’s say you get to the register and you realize you don’t have enough mental bucks to spend on feeling rich today, let’s say life has been going crazy and you can only lay in bed, you feel overwhelmed by everything and you can’t raise your vibes right now.

Well, you’re in luck!

There is a layaway where you can store any state you plan to return to, even if you just need to wallow for a bit. The person at the register doesn’t look angry or upset, the look at you with the same witty smile, and hand you slippers, comfy socks, and a complimentary box of chocolates! You get your receipt and it lists all of what you have on layaway, waiting for you at any time! You can leave confidently knowing that you still have them, they just have to be picked up when you’re ready!

Now let’s break this down:

Clothes and different items you can place in your cart = the state you are wanting to be in

employee at the register = your subconscious, you

Layaway = an infinite amount of states that are always accessible to you because everything is you, they never go away, they are just not being made aware of to come into fruition

The register = the point of deciding, from the moment you make that transaction and put on your new clothes, you are now occupying that state, and the unfolding begins.

My love, those parts of you that you may feel like you have lost due to the harshities of this world are never gone, you just had to put them down because all you had the energy to focus on at that time was what you had to get done (working to make ends meet, dealing with a tumultuous relationship, having mental health issues) and that is okay. It may feel like you need to apply that survival mode to get these good things too. But no my love, you do not. You have been doing this since you were a child, your gift is limitless and always exists inside of you. Use your beautiful and boundless imagination internally to give yourself what you want externally.

When you are down, when you are sad, when you feel like you cannot hold yourself to a new state, work through your current one, do not run away, do not ignore it, do not fight against it to be perfect. You are already perfect and you always will be, Angel. Imagine yourself on a throne, as a famous movie star, go into the depths of your imagination and soar, feel the essence of what is like to be your true self. That doesn’t require you to lift a finger, so be gentle with yourself. No one is angry that you didn’t stay in the state today, you are not a failure, you are learning, and time is not your god, you are god.

when you feel as though you cannot do it today, don’t, but when you can, return to yourself as a child, and bask in your boundless imagination, treat yourself to bliss and never stop and your 3D will have no choice but to give it to you. All you gotta do is go shopping, and that mall is always there for you sweetheart. It is never too late to shop for a new look, you can change it at any time.

I love you, from my gracious heart to yours,

Luv, che 🌷

P.S

PUT THE 369 method DOWN, GET SOME SLEEP AND WATCH A COMFORT SHOW! 💕