#and that they are constantly trying to one-up each other to be michael's favorite

[girl-drink-drunk]

i think my favorite part of burn notice is that sam and fiona have the dynamic of a bickering old platonic married couple and they are constantly vying to be michael's number one friend

[cry4mina]

Jealousy

(Sana x fem!reader)

Word Count: 6.7k

Smut/Play angst/Fluff

Summary: You have a friend from college that is coming to visit and is very affectionate with you. Sana doesn't like that and retaliates before taking this "issue" into her own hands.

TW: THIS IS JUST FUCKING WITH A HINT OF BACK STORY. drinking, food, eating, sex, oral, strap ons, jealousy, degrading, top sanaaaaaaaaa, choking, hand cuffs, just a whole brain rot moment. Let me know if I missed anything.

AN: Hey hi hellooooo! (I BARELY PROOF READ THIS PLS FORGIVE) I feel so out of practice with writing! I had the brain rot and needed to do the thing. I hope you all enjoy this! Thank you to @ghostykapi for always helping me get plot points down like girl what would I do without you and for @psylocke142 and @sscieloz because the three of you constantly keep me sane while I'm losing it when brain does not work LMAO

Please enjoy and drink some water today! Ask are always open and feedback is always welcome! :)🖤

“You don’t need to be nervous, babe. She’s going to love you!” reassuring your wife sitting next to you in the booth of your favorite cafe.

Nayeon, your best friend from college/roommate at the time was in town and wanted to visit and catch up with you - and meet your wife, Sana. You couldn’t be more excited for them to finally make acquaintance after years of talking both of them up to each other.

“I know, I know but I just know how much she means to you and I want to make a good impression, you know?” puppy dog eyes looking up at you, melting you as always.

Sana looked stunning today, wearing a lavender cardigan and a white tank top underneath with some light washed oversized jeans paired with white sneakers. Her hair is long and framing her face so perfectly, with a lavender bow in her hair.

Looking so sweet and kind, glowing in her seat while making eye contact with you. You’re so in love with her, a masterpiece come to life - moving ethereally and making beautiful waves that crash happiness and warmth into the depths of your soul.

Submerging you completely into Minatozaki Sana.

“And you will, my love.” slipping your hand into hers, toying with the ring that was the product of the love built between the two of you.

“You’re sure?” looking down at your hands intertwined, watching as your hands fiddle with the gold band and then back up at your eyes that were filled with pure admiration.

“Never been more sure about anything.” beamed back at her.

It was true, asking her to marry you was the best decision you had ever made and you would do it a million times over, in every single life.

Sana’s cheeks flush red, bringing the hand that wasn’t intertwined with yours under the table up to cover her own smile, sheepishly trying to not get flustered with the way you still flirted with her, even after years of being together.

“Hello! My name is Michael. Can I start you off with some drinks?” the waiter must have snuck up to the table while you were wrapped in each other.

“I’ll have a sweet tea, please.” looking over to Sana who is still trying to compose herself.

“And she will have a hot green tea with honey, thank you.”

“Ma’am?” looking over to Sana.

The waiter seems to be completely ignoring what you said your wife wants…Cocking your head and furrowing your brows, you tilt your head up to look at him.

“I’d like what she said I wanted, thanks.” confusion laces her voice as the waiter sighs with a smile at the sound of her voice and walks to gather your drinks.

“What the fuck is that about?” back tensing in anger, staring daggers at the man who just flirted with your wife.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” a cold finger catches your chin and leads you to look right into her eyes, inching her face closer and closer to you.

“Nothing to worry about, baby.” voice squeaking with pure happiness at your jealousy as she places her lips on yours, sending you into a whirl wind.

“I’m all yours…forever, remember?” lifting her hand out of yours to flash you the ring and wink.

It takes everything in you to not sink to the floor, you never should’ve taught her how to wink. It’s going to be the death of you and you’re already so weak to her touch that a wink on top of it could send you into a spiral of thoughts of love, and some others that are lust driven.

“Y/n?!” shouted from the front of the cafe, the voice is familiar that can only mean one thing.

“Oop! There she is!” standing up to spot her.

Seeing her and trying to catch Nayeon’s attention and wave her to the table.

Nayeon was wearing a very small crop top, showing off her stomach, and a very small pair of shorts. Very revealing, which doesn’t surprise you. She was always comfortable in her s

“You’re late!” is how you decided to her her attention.

Squealing at the sight of you, you open your arms for Nayeon to practically tackle you to the floor.

“I missed you so much Y/nnie! Look at you! You’re glowing. Ugh I just know that Sana is taking SUCH good care of you. And this, is your color.” grabbing your face and kissing your cheeks obnoxiously with a loud smack to each side, before tugging on the royal blue sweater you were currently wearing and pointing down to the shoes that matched it.

“I miss you too, Nay! I promise you she is and thank you!” bringing her in for another tight hug before letting go, Nayeon’s hand trailed down your arm and stopped in your hand, linking your fingers together.

Head turning start your introductions to one another and you realize that you might’ve forgotten to tell Sana that Nayeon is very physically affectionate…and that it meant nothing…oops.

Your wife’s jaw is on the floor, eyes wide and you can see the annoyance simmering underneath the shocked expression on her face.

“Nayeon! This is my wife, Sana.” throwing the word “wife” in, hoping that it would calm Sana enough to get through lunch so you could explain yourself later.

Already knowing that this was going to be a big conversation tonight.

“Oh my goodness! You’re stunning!” Nayeon let go of your hand and brought them up to grab Sana’s, pulling her out of her chair.

“It’s so so so lovely to meet you! I’ve heard so many wonderful things!” Joyfully offered to your wife as Nayeon wrapped her arms around her.

“Likewise!” Sana’s voice is chipper but the glare she’s giving you from over Nayeon’s shoulder is the exact opposite.

“Shit.” stated under your breath, as Nayeon and Sana part ways to create more small talk between the two of them, everyone taking their seats to get brunch started.

Sana and you take your place on the side of the table you were already on, Nayeon sitting across from you in the booth as your wife and bestfriend slip from small talk into questions about each other.

Both of them seem comfortable, this is great.

A jealous Sana was sexy, the way anger flared behind her eyes never failed to get you wet, even though it was usually not the time for it. Not willing to let this become a situation of jealousy because it’s Nayeon…if it was a stranger, sure but you want these two to get along.

Maybe Sana would get to know Nayeon and realize that the affection wasn’t something that meant anything at all.

Maybe she’s already forgotten.

The waiter walks back over and places your drinks down on the table, only addressing Sana in the process.

“Here you are, Ma’am.” his hands are slightly shaky as he placed the drink down.

“Thank you, sweet heart.” winking at him seductively.

…she had not forgotten…

You were regretting teaching her to wink even more so, as watched as the waiter’s thoughts leave his mind, swearing you could see his heart beat in his neck.

“uh…uhm...N-no p-p-problem, m-ma’am.” tugging at his collar to relieve some of the pressure Sana just placed on him.

Nudging her with your elbow, the look you’re giving her sliced through all the tension of this and was now turning into something she saw as a game.

Pawn move, your turn.

Nayeon is taking all of this in, without interrupting the show unfolding, leaning back in her seat and cocking an eyebrow. Does she realize what’s actually happening here or does she think that Sana is insane?

“I’ll take an iced americano, thank you.” to the panicked man, giving him the exit he seemed to crave so desperately.

“Right away, ma’am!” rushing off behind the doors to the kitchen, you swear you can hear his sigh of relief when he steps out of sight.

“So how is Jeongyeon? How are things?” inquiring so you can distract for what she was witnessing.

“She’s great! She’s back home with Dahyun. They just opened a coffee shop so they’ve been busy bodies with that.” smiling in pride of what her wife and best friend were doing.

“No way! After all these years of wanting to? I’m so happy to hear they’ve finally done it!” returning the sentiment back to her with excitement.

“And Dahyun is still rooming with you both, I assume?”

“Our perfect third wheel!” both of you burst into a giggle, Sana watches how close the two of you are.

You can feel her energy shift into possessive and jealous, more tense by the second as you continue on with brunch.

Nayeon reaches her hand over the table to grab yours, genuinely smiling at you as she prepares to say something.

Sana is seething next to you and you can already tell what she’s going to do about it.

“It’s truly so great to see you, I’m so happy they called a meeting here so we could get together and I could meet Sana too!” the warmth and friendship radiating off the sentence went right over Sana’s head as she laid her hand on your thigh, digging her nails right into the denim of your black jeans.

The waiter, Michael, comes back over with Nayeon’s iced americano and places it on the table.

“Do you need some more time to look over the menu? Or have any questions?” the poor boy is shaken to his core, and it’s about to get so much worse.

“What’s your favorite thing on the menu, honey?” Sana says without looking up at him.

“Oh, you know I love the ba-” you start.

“Not you.” putting her hand up to halt you, mid sentence.

“Michael.” looking up at him with those puppy dog eyes and a smile.

You swear you can physically see his knees turn to jelly.

“Uhm…well I r-really like the pancakes, ma’am.”

Rolling your eyes in disbelief, you wait for her response, making eye contact with Nayeon and communicating with her silently as all of this transpired.

“Pancakes it is then.” putting on her sweetest voice possible before handing him the menu and intentionally touching his hand.

“Wow, your hands are so strong…” caressing the top of one of them before pulling back.

“I wonder how useful those could be…”

“Sana! Enough!” the rage set in with you snapping at her, she had pushed this too far and she knows it.

“Oh, come on. It’s all in good fun, right?” kissing your cheek and then winking at him again.

“Right, Sweet heart?” referring to Michael again.

Staring at her in disbelief, your jaw tightens as you look back at Nayeon who is holding in her laughter, flushing red from the suppression.

“And no laughing out of you!” pointing to her across the table, her arms shoot up to claim her innocence.

“I’m just here to visit a friend! I swear!” chuckling through the sentence and bringing an ease to the table.

“A friend…right…” Sana seems to not believe but laughs along anyway.

Nayeon managed to cut the tension like she always did with a silly moment and for that you were grateful.

—

Over the course of this brunch, you had lovely conversations that everyone was involved in. Nayeon and Sana got along really well, despite the introduction, enjoying a lot of the same things and having lengthy conversations about many different topics.

“How long are you in town for?” Sana asked before taking a sip of her drink.

“I fly home tomorrow night, unfortunately.” sighing and knowing that the visit would be short lived.

“That’s too soon.” quipped back with a frown.

A sudden sparkle behind her eyes and the twitch of her brow shows you that she’s up to something.

“Where are you staying?” expeditiously inquired through a new tone of excitement.

“Well, this trip was very last minute so I’m hoping I can get a hotel down town by the airport. If anything, I can just sleep in the rental car and head to the airport tomorrow afternoon.”

“Nonsense! You’ll stay with us!” This surprised both you and Nayeon.

Sana offering Nayeon to stay at your home was a very big deal. You both really liked your privacy and for her to extend that invitation was...not like her.

“I wouldn’t want to impose!” Nayeon is dismissive of the thought, looking over to you for some hint that this would be okay.

Nodding to her very softly, you agree.

“I insist, Nayeon! I can’t have my wife’s best friend sleeping in discomfort when we have a perfectly good guest room for you to stay in.” Sana’s hand reaches out over the table to grab Nayeon’s, reassuring her that all was well.

“Alright, I’ll stay.”

“Great! I’ll get the check.”

The waiter must’ve been listening as he was immediately when he heard Sana wanted something. Nayeon let out a belly laugh when she saw how quickly he was present, and you rolled your eyes.

Reaching out to hold your hand, Nayeon decides to move a pawn on the gameboard.

“Y/nnie, did you ever tell Sana about what we used to do?” the flirtatious tone perks up Sana’s ears, the scowl on her face already gently forming around her squinted eyes.

“Nayeon, what are you talking about?” trying to brush off what Nayeon was hinting at so Sana wouldn’t get upset.

“What did you guys used to do?” attempting to keep cool about the new information that just dropped onto the table like an anvil.

“If Y/nnie doesn’t remember, I don’t think I should say, besides…I don’t know if you’d be too excited about hearing it anyways. Just a very fond memory to live in my mind then.”

Nayeon winks at Sana and then stands up.

“See you at your house!” swiftly walking out of the cafe.

—

The walk to the car was silent.

Only the sounds of your shoes against the concrete.

Walking around to the passenger seat, you open the door for Sana and wait for her to get inside. She’s just standing by the car and clenching her jaw, you can see the muscles flexing causing you to swallow harshly - nerves tingling as you walk around to the driver’s side door.

Sana suddenly slams the door closed without getting inside before promptly opening it again, for herself, and gets into her seat, closing the door behind her.

Blinking a few times at how petty that actually was, you slip into the drivers seat and start the car.

The first 5 minutes of driving are just as quiet as the walk to the car, Sana’s stewing in her jealousy next to you and you’re just waiting for her to say something.

Slowing down and stopping at a red light, you look at the road in front of you until you feel her eyes burning a hole into the side of your face.

“What did you guys used to do?” sneered at you in disgust.

“We used to smoke weed and sit on a couch, babe. A few concerts, a couple parties but nothing that warrants this reaction.” trying to reassure her that there was no threat from Nayeon.

“Sounds like there might be more. Tell me.” her stern tone rattles you to your core…causing that flash of heat under your skin that screams in desire.

“I mean we hooked up once a long long time ago. But it was one time, and it never happened again.”

“You WHAT!?”

Uh oh.

“You guys had sex?!”

“Baby, we were 18 and young. Probably drunk. It only happened one time. I didn’t think it was that important.” trying to explain but she did not want to hear it.

At. All.

“No wonders she’s so fucking affectionate with you! She probably still wants to fuck you. What the fuck, why wouldn’t you tell me this?!” through clenched teeth and she crosses her arms and shifts away from you.

“Sana, it meant nothing then and it means even less now. I love you. I want to be with you. This was a long time ago, okay?”

Silence.

“Sana.”

More silence.

“Sana!” rising in volume to get her attention.

“Okay, fine. Whatever.” waving her hand at you, the weak signal that she would be fine about this.

“Sana, Nayeon is my best friend…okay? That’s all. You are my wife. I married YOU. Not her.” reassurance making it’s way to her as you try and defuse.

“I trust you. She’s your best friend…I’ll be on my best behavior.” rolling her eyes and sighing next to you.

A fight given up a little too easily…knowing her, she was planning something else.

This was going to be a long night, wasn’t it?

—

Dinner came and went as quickly as brunch did. Spending the night lounging around the house and watching movies with Nayeon and Sana was such a good way to spend the evening - despite the argument in the car earlier.

It seems like they’re getting along very well, giggling with each other and nonstop chatting. It seems Sana is getting comfortable and actually trying to get to know your best friend.

That warms your heart more than anything. She was really willing to put her jealousy aside for you…it’s impossible to not love her more and more every single day.

Nayeon and Sana decided they wanted to watch a movie, so you let them pick while you went and got some snacks from the kitchen.

Returning to find them on the couch whispering to each other, you decided to just sit on the other side of Sana and let them press play when they were ready.

They picked a weird comedy you had never heard of, you decided to just scroll through your phone while the movie played on.

—

Around 10pm, Sana stretched and yawned, leaning into your neck and sighing into you. Toying with the end of your shirt lightly and scooting closer to you.

“You getting sleepy, my love?” leaning your cheek against her forehead and wrapping your arms around her.

All she could do was nod her head softly and nuzzle into you further.

“Why don’t you go and get ready for bed? I’ll show Nayeon where she will be sleeping and meet you in there, okay?”

“Okay. Goodnight Nayeon. Thank you for today!” standing up, giving Nayeon a hug and sluggishly making her way to the bedroom you shared and closing the door behind her.

“She’s a tough one, huh? I never thought I’d see you go for someone jealous…especially with how jealous you get!” Nayeon nudged you as you both stood up and you made your way down the hall to the guest bedroom.

“I wouldn’t say though! She’s just not used to people being touchy with me. She likes a little jealousy…and I mean, you know I like possessive. Even if this round was a little intense. I’m really happy you both got to know each other better so we can do this more often” smiling at Nayeon.

“You both are a match made in heaven. I’m really happy for you, Y/nnie. She’s lovely. Good luck later!” booping your nose lightly and turning to go into the room.

“What does tha-…You know what, I dont want to know…goodnight.” dismissively waving your hand at her while closing the door shut. Her laugh can be heard from the other side of it.

Walking back to your own room, you can’t help but wonder what that meant…good luck? with what? Maybe it was just her trying to psych you out…

Trying to be quiet as you enter, you don’t see Sana on her side of the bed, assuming she’s still in the bathroom, you strip out of the clothes you spent your day in and changed into just a large T-shirt.

The bathroom door opens up softly while you’re bringing your clothes across the room to put in the laundry basket, not bothering to look up, you toss the clothes in the vessel and turn around to crawl into your side of the bed.

That’s when you finally register what is happening in front of you.

Sana has changed into her red, lacey night gown…the one that’s completely see through…the one she knows you can’t resist.

Trying not to drool at the sight of her and how sensual she is in her movements, the way her hips sway and the way she’s looking you up and down like you’re prey to her.

Taking a few steps closer to you, she watches as you stand there in total shock - ready to drop to your knees for her.

“I think I need to remind you what it means to be my wife.” sultry, sexy tone dripping off her tongue, melting through your brain - the ache for her very present between your legs.

“I think you need a reminder of who you belong to…” the sentence lingers in your mind as she makes her way over to you slowly.

Fuck.

She’s playing hard ball with you, wanting you to submit to her immediately…and you’re tempted. It’s hard not to be when she’s like this.

Usually so soft and sweet, but when that bedroom door closes, she’s in charge and you didn’t feel like giving her that power that easily, even if you knew you’d end up sore tomorrow.

“I need to be reminded? Ha! You must not remember what you did.” flipping the script on her, crossing your arms while you wait for your reply.

The devilish smirk translucently sits across her mouth for a moment, before dissolving seamlessly into the start of something that would haunt you all night long.

The game has begun.

“What I did?!” raising her voice at you and taking a defensive stance.

“After what YOU did with your little friend! And in front of me, no less!” Scoffing and crossing her arms at the memory.

Hesitating to say anything, you try and think of a how you want to navigate this. It’s obvious how this is going to end, considering the red lace that’s barely covering her body when the idea pops into your head.

Pawn moved.

“It’s cute when you’re like this” slowly walking up to her and placing your hands on her hips and leaning into her chest, lips mere inches apart.

“Whatever.” Arms still crossed under your chests pressed together as she fights to not wrap her arms around you.

“Awh come on, my jealous baby. You know it’s only you.” Trailing a finger up her side and watching as she swallows harshly, breath hitching as she mimics your movements.

As her hands glide up your sides, the tips of her fingers graze lightly over your skin and lift the over size shirt with them - revealing what was underneath.

Nothing.

Sana lets out a short laugh when she sees your bare ass, smacking it loudly and leaning forward into you with a hand slithered up the back of your neck and through your hair.

Check.

“And who says that you’ll get what you want from me? You think being a slut for others gets you rewarded?” rebutted in a whisper with her lips brushing past yours so delicately.

Pawn moved.

Hands coasting up her back and into her hair that’s tied into a bun, you kiss up her cheek and right to her ear.

“If you won’t, I know someone who will.” another peck to her cheek.

Check. Mate.

“Someone in the next room…she’s done it before. You’ve seen her hands, right baby? Can’t you just imagine how fu-”

Sana suddenly lets go of you. Shoving you, hard, onto the bed.

“Don’t fucking move. You’re going to regret what you said but any disobedience going forward will only result in worse. Do you understand me, whore?” the mood is rage scorched, scowling down at you as you nod your head one time before she sets off to the closet.

She pulls out the box, grabs her strap - the larger one - slipping it on and tightening the sides so it fits tightly. What surprises you is when she reaches back into the box and pulls out some hard metal handcuffs you rarely ever used.

“You think you can just talk about someone else fucking you and get away with it, bitch?” walking up to you, twirling her finger around in front of her, signaling you to turn over onto your stomach.

“Hands behind you.” her stern voice is making you dizzy, unable to actually register what she’s actually saying.

“Now!”

A hard smack to your lower thighs startles you, the sting is delicious but you listen to what she says and put your hands behind your back.

The metal is cold against your wrists, wiggling to see how tight they were. There wasn’t much room to move at all.

Running your fingers against the metal to find the loose bolt that usually releases the sex cuffs, you can’t find one that rattles against your fingers.

“Awh…you thought I’d use the fake ones on you?”

Oh, shit.

Sana pulls you to the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor and torso bent over the sheets. Taking the head of the strap, she runs it up and down your slit in a very unhurried fashion.

“Look how wet you are.” slapping the end of the dildo on your clit a few times just to hear it splatter against you.

“Did you get wet like this for her too?” gliding back over your slit this time dipping between your lips and grinding against your clit.

A gasp leaves your lips at the sensation, the burst of pleasure that sent shockwaves through you.

“Answer me, slut.” she’s leaned over your back and in your ear, grinding softly against you.

Holding you down by the chain with one hand, the other slips up to your neck, holding your throat to force you to keep your head up.

“Why don’t you…fuck- ask her?” whined out between the sluggish strokes of Sana’s strap.

Immediately coming to a halt when what you said registers in her mind, she grips your throat tighter, you can feel her tensing her body.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?!” growled as she lifts herself off of you.

Rabid, feral and unhinged, Sana can’t seem to get a grip on herself. Taking the chain of the cuffs in her hand and tugging hard, she flips you over on your back. Lost in lust and rage, she grips the collar of the thin oversized shirt you were wearing and rips it clean down the middle in one harsh tug.

You’re lost in your own neediness as you start to drip onto the floor, waiting for Sana to make her move and put you in your place.

Watching as she stands before you, strap brushing up against your core while her hands are clenched into fists next to her.

You swear you can see the steam spewing from her ears and her jaw clenching. Nudging her hips forward, the sensation of the strap against you pushes you closer and closer to begging for her and you know that’s exactly what she wants.

Sana’s hand flies down and smacks your thigh, the sound is brutal but the pain is something you crave.

“I said, what the fuck did you just say?”

You’re melting, slipping into the mindset of wanting.

Wanting her.

Craving her.

“Baby” huffed out through the tension of the room.

“Please”

“Please, what?” leaning forward, her finger comes up to your collar bone and traces it down, feather light touches right over your nipple and slipping to your hips.

Her lips follow from your neck down to your nipple, brushing past her lips barely touching your skin as she descended.

“Sana, please…I need to feel you.” breathing becoming heavier as her mouth travels down to your hips, biting down when she’s low enough to cause the reaction she wants.

Bucking your hips forward, instinctual reaction from your body- her hand raises and smacks your tit. Moaning into the empty space in the room as Sana kisses her way down to your slick smeared lips.

Her breath against your pussy was enough to push you over the edge - a long carnal whine expelled in frustration at how slow she was going. Needing her to finally take you the way you knew she wanted to.

“Say. It.” maliciously whispered, eyes showing you that even if her face was stoic in this moment, there was a hunger in them.

Sana drags her tongue up your inner thigh, stopping right before you could gain any relief from the friction of her touch.

This was torture.

“Baby” a breathless attempt.

Sana inches her way back up to your mouth, leaving a trail of ever deepening teeth marks in her wake, until she’s face to face with you - noses caressing and lips teasing each other.

Tugging at the metal of the cuffs, you whimper at not being able to touch her. Wanting to pull her close to you and tempt her to break- to give in and give you want you needed from her.

Sitting in sounds of your shallowed breath, Sana smirks at you letting out a sigh.

“I can feel how wet you are, baby.” taking her hand down the the base of the strap and positioning it against your entrance.

“Dripping down my strap and knowing that you can’t touch me…Must be so agonizing for a whore like you.” taunting you through clenched teeth and a forced smile.

Gliding over your slit again, she brings her lips closer to yours, letting you lean up to her but pulling away before your lips meet.

The only thing you can think about is her ruining you. Burning sensations of the emptiness between your legs instructs you to rock your hips back and forth to try and get her to slip the tip inside you.

“What’s the safe word?” pulling out of the moment to acknowledge the boundaries.

“Red.”

As soon as the word flies out of your mouth, Sana’s hand is around your throat. Thrusting her hips forward painfully slow until she completely bottoms out inside you.

The moan you let out was music to Sana’s ears, wanting nothing more than to let the guest in your house to know who could make you like this…let them know who you belong to.

Pulling the attachment out to the tip, Sana slams back down - hard but at a slow pace.

“That’s right, honey.” hips cocking back again.

“Let her know you’re mine.” hips snapping into you creating a rhythmic slapping as she continues torturing you with the aggressively slow stake to her claim.

Lips finally meeting, you’re fighting the metal connecting your hands as you both passionately dissolve into each other.

Sana’s grip around your throat tightens as she slowly starts to pick up the pace of ramming the strap into you. Her other hand trails to pinch your nipple, giving it a flick and a few twists so you moan even louder.

Feeling all the euphoria she was presenting you with, you’re unable to stop yourself from whimpering and moaning. Any attempt at muffling them felt useless. The only sounds outside of your own moaning was Sana breathing heavier as she snapped her hips into you, was the sound of your slick against her aggressive, deep thrusts.

Sana suddenly stops, elbows on either side of you, her resting and catching her breath for a moment. Taking a second to brush the hair out of your face, she looks you in the eyes and snaps her hips into you, pressing against your cervix when she speaks.

“Does she fuck you like this, slut?” another harsh thrust.

“Unh! Fuck babyyyy- ungh” your own voice echoes off the wall and back to you.

“Can she make your pussy this fucking wet?” another rabid jolt of her hips.

The deep strokes of her inside you hit every spot imaginable, tingling building in your limbs as she keeps marking her territory with her mouth, bite marks and hickies litter your body haphazardly.

Pressure building from inside you, gasping for air when you realize how close you are to cumming.

“S-Sana! I’m gonna c-cu-”

“No.” is all she says when she pulls out of you completely and watches as you writhe and whine on the sheets.

Moaning and whining in protest as you feel the pleasure receding, Sana just smiles and watches you tear up.

“Tell me who you belong to.” tip grinding against you again, this time causing an almost out right panic in you.

“Only you! Sana, please! fuck me! I need it I need it I need it PLEASE.” tears rolling down your cheeks, inching yourself close to her.

“Sit up.”

You immediately do as your told.

Sana grabs the keys from the nightstand and unhooks your hands.

Immediately, without a second thought, you’re pulling her onto the bed and pushing her down. Her smile is huge, giggling at how desperate you are.

Sana’s hands make their way to your thighs as you fix your position on top of her, straddling her as you ease yourself down onto her.

Hands flying up to catch your waist before you can sink too far down on her, she holds you still and buck her hips up one hard time before allowing you to sit comfortably with the strap inside you.

Completely blissed out, you lean forward and lay on her chest with your face in her neck. Her soft sweet giggle can be heard in your ear.

“Is my good girl that desperate?” placing her hands on your ass and assisting you in slamming down onto her.

“I bet she couldn’t ruin you like this.” positioning her hips at just the right angle to hit your G-spot over and over again as she picks up her pace for you.

Loudly mewling out as she rails into you, the ethereal wave comes back and takes hold of you again. Slamming yourself down onto her on your own, you can only think about cumming for her.

Right as the orgasm is about to shatter through you, Sana flips you over and throws you into a mating press, thighs against your chest and starts jackhammering into you so deeply that it sets your skin on fire.

“Fuck, S-s-ana! I’m gonna c-cum! J-ust like th-that baby!”

“Tell me who you belong to, honey.” her tempo only accelerates.

“You! Only you!” turning you into a groaning mess as you come undone around her.

Vision blacking out, you practically scream as you lose your sense of self and turn into exactly what she wanted, a ruined wife.

Her ruined wife.

Every fiber of your being set on fire and you violently thrash underneath her, creating a mess on the sheets and all over your wife.

Sana is laying soft sweet pecks on your cheeks as she lets you ride out your orgasm, holding your hips still while she lightly rocks into you.

“You’re so good for me, baby.” kissing your forehead and standing up, removing the strap from inside you.

“Look at the mess you made” pointing to the lace smeared with slick.

Unable to catch your breath, you try to compose yourself to reply when she sinks to her knees between your legs.

“Let me help clean you up, honey.”

A long, wide tongued lick up your pussy has you twitching immediately, still completely sensitive and walking into overstimulated territory.

All you can say is “Fuck, baby.” as she laps at you, cleaning up the remanence of cum from your thighs and cunt.

Passing over your clit intentionally, she watches you squirm and moans into you. Hands immediately grasping at her head, trying to pull her closer.

“Is that what you want, baby?” before a rhythmic open mouth kiss engulfs your most sensitive area and turns you back into a groaning mess.

It wasn’t long before she added her fingers into your folds, slipping two in immediately and pressing them up while latched onto your clit.

Bucking your hips into her mouth, you release the loudest, guttural moan you’ve ever heard as you cum around her fingers. Barely giving you enough time to come down from your first orgasm, she expected this of you - cumming quickly for her a second time.

Feeling the droplets of sweat dropping from your forehead, you feel Sana crawl up next to you and snuggle into you. Still gasping for air, you rolled onto your side and nuzzled into her. She played with your hair until you eventually fell asleep in her arms.

—

Waking up the next day was an atrocious feeling, not enough sleep and more sore than you ever had been.

Cracking your eyes open, you realize the bed is empty and there’s laughter coming from the kitchen.

Sitting up and rolling out of bed, you stretch and wince before getting a pair of Sana’s sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt to cover yourself up.

Opening the door to the bedroom, you wipe the sleep from your eyes and meander over to where the sound was coming from, dragging your feet along the way.

Sana and Nayeon are drinking coffee together in their pajamas - Sana is wearing one of your shirts and a pair of sleep shorts, a stark difference to what she wore last night. Nayeon has on something similar.

“Well good morning to you, Y/nnie!” Nayeon blurts out before falling into a thunderous cackle.

“You look like you got beat up! I said good luck, didn’t you hear me?” continuing to laugh with Sana.

“How bad are they? I didn’t check my neck in the mirror…wait, you…you knew?!” squinting at her in judgement.

“They’re pretty bad…Sana must have a biting kink, hm? And of course I knew! The tension between the two of you can be felt light years away. Plus, you weren’t exactly quiet about it.” fighting the laughter as she winked at you.

Nayeon’s hands shoot up in innocence again.

“She’s yours, Sana. I wouldn’t dream of taking her away from you.”

Looking over at Sana, she’s got her hand over her mouth trying to stifle the giggles. She walks over to pour you some coffee.

“I think it’s more about possessive and less about biting…And what are you laughing at?! You started this!” pointing at your wife as she turns beat red.

“No I didn’t.” nonchalantly as she passes you the mug.

“Nayeon should be happy that she’s leaving tonight.” sipping the warmth and smacking your lips at the taste.

“Why is that?” curiously inquired by Im Nayeon.

Looking over at Sana, she’s embarrassed and covering her face with her hand again but for different reasons.

“I didn’t flirt with you, but Sana flirted with the waiter in front of my face like that so I’ll put it this way…I know someone who’s louder and about to get it a lot worse than I did.”

[madamechrissy]

♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- explicit sex, cunnilingus, breeding kink bc it's Satoru Gojo

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Gojo Satoru is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Fully finished on Ao3 but I'm going to slowly get it all up here! (Gojo's POV in itallics)

Chapter 14 - Masterlist- Playlist

Chapter 15

Satoru Gojo stands there, next to his best friend Suguru Geto, and his breath catches, his heart pounding in his chest, as the music starts playing, as the guests start to sit in their seats. As all eyes look toward the aisle, it’s beautiful out today, and everything is perfect, his mom had outdone herself.

The air hummed with anticipation as guests gathered under a big white canopy, and surrounding it were pink cherry blossom trees, your favorite. Satoru made sure to pick this clearing for that very reason, their sweet scent mingled in the air. Gojo had been more involved in the wedding than he’d let on, he had his reputation to think about, you know.

Suguru pats his shoulder, and then Gojo’s heart stops dead in his chest, as he sees you there, and he has never seen anything more beautiful than you. The white gown hugged all your curves, curves he ached to constantly touch, that he could never get enough of. Your waist, your hips, your breasts, rising and falling in the corset of the gown you wore.

You could not look more breathtaking.

Emotion hits him hard, when his eyes go back up to your beautiful face, taking in the tiara and veil, you look like some Princess, no better than one. You are ethereally beautiful, just looking at you shakes him so. Everyone in the crowd on both sides is looking at you, in wonder, you don’t bother to look at anyone though, your eyes are just on him, Satoru.

You’re holding a bouquet of pretty blue and white flowers, and he recognizes the necklace you wore, it was the one that had your parents ashes, the one you never wear, because it hurts. He wishes you could have your dad today, but as your brothers leave their seats and run down the aisle, you light up, through the tears in your pretty eyes, they hold your hands.

As they begin to walk you down the aisle, his heart is hammering, his hands are sweating, he begins shaking, him, Satoru Gojo, shaking? This is what you do to him. As you get even closer, he sees your stunning makeup, you didn’t need any, but you looked fucking gorgeous with it. Your hair is falling in soft waves, matching your delicate features.

He wants to just leave and fuck you again.

No, make love to you.

You consume him.

Your brothers, who Satoru had spent all week with, adored you, they worship you basically, and they should, everyone should, so caring and kind and sweet… sure, he called you bitchy, but you really weren’t. Not that he’d let you know that, either, though you surely realize how fucking whipped he is now. His friends all sure had.

“You’re beautiful sis.” Says your youngest brother, Michael and your other brother Jeremy nods as well, smiling as they hold your hands.

“So beautiful.”

“Thanks, you two, thanks for being here.” You whisper, and you look at Satoru then, your breath catches in your throat.

He was always gorgeous, fuck Satoru was beautiful, but something about him in that dark blue tux, his soft silvery white hair falling just so, tall and lanky as he stands next to Geto, next to the priest, his eyes are all over you. Your brothers walk you up, and with each step, your heart hammers, your eyes are locked on Satoru, his beautiful fucking eyes…

How could they look bluer, prettier, it couldn’t be possible, they already hurt to look at, but the love and desire shown in them made them glow, eyes you got lost in, eyes that drink you in. Ones you stare into every night as you declare your love. You don’t even have your apartment anymore. You already have lived with Satoru damn near since you met him.

You could never spend a night without him.

Your brothers love him, they practically hang on his every single word, and they gladly hand you to him now, you hug both of them, and your heart fills with such happiness you can’t describe. They both kiss you, going to their seats.

Shoko is your maid of honor, grinning at you in her pretty blue dress, Geto handsome in his blue suit, Satoru's best man. Both of them kiss your cheeks too, whispering their congratulations.

Then, there’s him.

Satoru.

You put your tiny hands in his, so big, so safe and sure, you watch his Adam’s apple bop up and down through the film of tears already forming in your eyes. You sniffle a bit, he gently brushes two tears that slip through, cupping your face and boring his gaze into yours. You feel everything, his desire, his love, and it mirrors your own, your obsession, your madness.

You were mad for him.

“I wanna rip this off you.” He whispers, teasingly, you giggle, feeling that familiar heat build through your body, as it did any time he touched you, looked at you.

You whisper behind your hand, leaning forward. “Satoru, there is a priest right here!”

He whispers back at you, winking. “Already ordered that nun outfit baby, we're totally going to hell.”

You flush bright red, no one hears you both at all, you look up at him, breathless. He's grinning like the Cheshire cat. “You're nuts. I love you.”

“ I love you .” He goes to kiss you, but the priest loudly clears his throat, and everyone laughs at your antics.

“Mr. Gojo, do you mind if I do the ceremony first?” The priest asks, Gojo waves his hand, making everyone laugh more. You peek and see your brothers sitting there in the front, your grandparents hadn’t been up for the trip but they’d video chatted you this morning.

You see Nanami Kento, Miwa, Kiyotaka, Sukuna… then you see Utahime, Mei Mei… Gojo’s mom, and even Gojo’s dad and his wife. Gojo hadn’t been too happy that you’d extended the invitation, but Gojo’s mom had him under wraps, and you hoped in your heart for a reconciliation one day. He was a dick, yes, but somewhere in there you know he cares for Gojo, he just kind of sucks.

You also see more friends, more family, more coworkers… from all walks of life, everyone adored Satoru Gojo, and now you.

You look back up at him as the priest begins to speak, and the love reflected in his gaze draws you in, making everyone else disappear. It’s just you and him, it’s always just you and him, his hands on yours, as your own hands grow sweaty in his grip, he reassures you. His smirk promises all of what is to come tonight, and more. But you find yourself tearing up more.

“My pretty crybaby.” He whispers affectionately, you giggle, sniffling a bit, but you see unshed tears in his gaze too.

“They’ve decided to say their own vows.” The priest says your name, and you exhale, shaky, looking up at him.

“You were a dick boss.” Everyone bursts out laughing, even Gojo. “I almost left, because I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, but God am I glad you got me to stay. Glad that you showed me who you are, deep inside.” Your hand is on his chest as your throat aches with emotion. “You’re kind, caring, passionate… you would do anything for those you love, those you care about.”

“My reputation!” They giggle a bit again, but softer, as they fall into your all's love, as they listen to what you have to say.

“You care so much for me, I know I am safe with you, that you love me for me . That I can be myself.” His pretty long lashes lower over his blue eyes. You squeeze his hands. “I’ve never been happier than when I met you, it was like meeting the sun, you shone so bright… now I see you’re even more beautiful inside than you are outside, which is hard to be.”

“I am gorgeous.” He winks, but his voice is husky.

“You’re annoying, arrogant, conceited.” Geto and Shoko snort in laughter, Gojo just smirks. “You’re immature, and you’re basically a big damn kid at times. But, I love it all about you, I love the deep things in there, the way that you try to hide how sweet you really are, the way you make me feel, like a Princess. Loved. Beautiful. No one on Earth or in the Heavens could make me feel like you do.”

“Well… fuck.” He whispers, swiping his eyes with the back of his hand, you cup his face, smiling through your own tears.

“I will love you until my last breath, Satoru Gojo. Yes, this was all very corny, and yes, I’m a crybaby. Sappy. But I can’t imagine anything better than being by your side, in your arms, staring into those gorgeous eyes, forever.”

You feel him tremble as he holds the hands that now cup his face, and he takes a breath as everyone starts to clap, some of them are crying, some are grinning, some are just enamored.

Satoru scowls.

“You’re making me a crybaby.” He mutters, you snort in laughter, easing down to hold his hands again.

“That was beautiful. Now your vows, Satoru.”

“Well, hard to top that, my little perfectionist, always gotta do it up.” He teases, tilting your chin up to look at him.

“Always.” You grin, he laughs a bit, easing the emotions.

“I knew when I first met you, you were trouble.” You raise your brows. “Mmhmm, trouble. Making me feel things, challenging me, calling me on my bullshit. I grew to depend on you, I couldn’t get enough of you, I kept coming up with dumb reasons to see you… all because without you, I felt an emptiness. One that I can’t describe, but that’s only filled with you.”

“Oh, Satoru…” You’re sniffling again, he’s cupping your face, everyone around you all is enamored, this was not a side many saw of him.

“You did almost leave, and I was a dick boss. I realized losing you would be devastating, and I swore I’d do better, do anything to keep you… not just as an assistant though, I needed you in my life. I never dreamt I’d be worthy of more than that, but now here you are, in my arms, in this beautiful gown… my bride. It’s like a dream I never want to wake from.”

You see his mom sobbing now in your peripherals, it’s hard to see through your non stop tears, ones he wipes away with sure fingers, as you tremble and struggle to breathe. It was like a dream.

“You have become my best friend, my passion, my obsession. I would do anything for you, I will be anything you need, a shoulder to cry on, lips to kiss, the hand brushing this wild hair of yours.” There’s giggling and sobs in equal measure, as he plays gently with your hair now. “I will be someone to listen, someone to bicker with, someone to laugh with.”

“You’re all that. And more.” You whisper, and he draws you closer, little cherry blossoms are falling all around you both.

“I fucking love you, my stubborn little brat. I’ll love you long after I’m gone. I’ll haunt you and shit, especially if you ever try to move on.”

“I could never move on, and I will haunt you too, toxic ass.” He laughs, and you do too, along with everyone, emotions heavy as you realize the music is changing, and the moment is happening, the moment you become his, officially, but you already were his.

“Do you take this man, to have and to hold, until death do you part?” The priest asks you then, and you take a shaky breath, everything is insanely quiet for a moment.

“Yes, of course I will, I already am yours, Satoru Gojo, I always will be yours.” You say softly, and you hold out your trembling fingers, your gorgeous rose gold ring glinting in the soft sunlight, and now Gojo slides a thin rose gold band against it. He exhales, staring down at you.

Your fingers shake in his hold, so tiny, your rings glinting in the light, yeah they’re pretty, but they’re pale in comparison to you. You’re his real diamond, sparkling eyes with those tears glimmering, as you look up to him with such love in your gaze. You bite a trembling lip, leaving little teeth marks that he wants to replace with his own, he holds your tiny hand in his, ready for his turn now, to make you fully his.

You are his.

Forever.

“Do you, Satoru Gojo, take this lovely lady to be your wife? To have and to hold, until death do you part?”

Gojo grins, rolling his eyes and tapping his chin. “Hmm, I don’t know…”

“Gojo!” You growl, shoving at him, and everyone’s snorting in laughter, as Gojo sighs.

“I guess I could hmm…”

You cross your arms, tilting your head and tapping your toe on the little podium beneath you all. He grins. “Satoru!”

“So demanding. Okay fine!” You shove at his chest, he snatches you up, holding your arms tightly, you have goosebumps everywhere. “Of course I will marry you, I am already yours, beautiful, and you are mine. Forever.”

You slip the band on one of his long, elegant fingers, fingers that caressed your cheek, that brought you pleasure, that brushed your hair back. You kiss his hand, and he kisses yours.

“Can I kiss her now?” He demands, and the priest laughs a bit, shaking his head with a smile, then holding out his hands.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. Kiss her, already.” Gojo snatches you up, bending you over his arm and dipping you low.

You’re giggling, breathless, and his lips descend on yours, ravenous in their kisses, he eases you back up as everyone cheers for you all, loud and thunderous, but you only really see Gojo. He’s kissing you fully, tongue and all, making love to your mouth now, you fully return it, there are now oohs and awws along with the cheering, as he devours you.

He eases back, a big grin on his handsome face, and you’re so in love it hurts, falling ever deeper, impossibly, loving him so much your heart hurts. You kiss him now, passionately, and there are petals being thrown at you both, you’re falling into each other's kisses, they’re shaky, little pecks now, as Gojo grips you harder and harder, hands burning your waist through the beaded gown.

“God, wait for the wedding night you two!” Shoko comes behind you, hugging you and pulling you back, and Geto pulls Gojo back, hugging him. Your hungry gaze meets Satoru’s, and you can’t fucking wait.

***

Everyone convenes in the beautiful hall now, music is blaring, there’s lights everywhere like you all are in a whole night club, and you and Gojo are holding hands as Masako comes over to you two.

Hands with wedding bands.

You’re Gojo’s wife.

“You’re so beautiful.” She says to you, kissing your forehead sweetly. You smile. “You can call me mom now, huh?”

You flush, Gojo grins happily, arms around you both. “Oh… is that okay with you, really?” You ask nervously.

“Of course it is.”

“I’ll call you mommy.” Geto comes over and says, and Gojo smacks him in the back of the head. Masako is laughing behind her hand, and so are you, shaking your head.

“Leave my mom alone, little shit.” Gojo and him shove at each other, play wrestling like two damn fools.

“Geto, you need to get a girlfriend.” You tease, he sighs, fixing his hair after Gojo had ruffled it up.

“I mean, but you’re taken now. How will I go on?” He pouts, and earns another smack as you and Masako laugh at him.

“Shut up! Whatever!” He snatches you up, spinning you around, Gojo and his mom begin to dance as well. You’re swaying in his arms, staring up at his mischievous smirk and chocolate eyes.

“You know, Nanami kissed a stripper last night?” He says, and your brows raise, shocked as you look over at him, sipping a whiskey neat.

“What! Nanami? Oh god… what did you all get up to last night?” You narrow your eyes and he grins.

“Gojo was the instigator of that. I think now he’s some matchmaker. This stripper knows Nanami, so it's bound to be fun.”

“Hmm… Nanami and a stripper huh? That actually does sound fun.”

“Where did you and Shoko go?”

You flush. “We all went out to the male review.”

“Scandalous!” He chides, you giggle.

“Mmhmm. Not like I wanted to be around them, they were all sweaty and gross! But I got thrown on the stage in a chair.” You shudder at the memory, Geto just laughs at you.

“You act like you weren’t-”

“Don’t you say it! I was never gonna!”

“Uh-huh sure!” You pinch him then. “Ow! He’s right, you’re mean!”

“Sure am!” Your arms rest on his chest, and you look around, blissful.

“I’m going on a business trip out of town… maybe I’ll find some pretty island girl and never come back.” You giggle, shaking your head.

“You better come back! I would miss you!”

“Aw, I’m so special!”

“You are Satoru’s best friend, and mine. You are.” He pecks a kiss on your cheek then, sweetly.

“I’ll always be here for both of you.”

“And we’ll be here for you.”

“I’m really happy for you two.” He sighs, a little emotion in his usually happy demeanor. You tilt your head. “I totally want what you all have. Is that super selfish of me?”

“Not at all! I want you to have what we have, too.” You cup his face, smiling up at him. “You will have it. Promise.”

“Yeah? With Gojo’s mom?” You snort, shaking your head as Gojo and Masako come back out.

“No, with someone else, someone wonderful. I’m manifesting that shit for you as we speak.”

“Hands off, brats.” Gojo yanks you away, and Geto bows to Masako at the waist, as they go dance Gojo scowls, and you’re shaking with laughter. “He is trying to get with my mom. I’ll kill him, best friend or not.”

“I think he’ll find someone special soon. I feel it.” You say, and Gojo looks down at you curiously.

“Are you a fucking witch? Did you manifest me!”

“Maybe I did.” You wrap your arms around his neck, he picks you up, legs and the train of your dress dangling off the floor. You sigh happily, kissing him as he dances, just holding you like you’re nothing.

“I fucking love you. Witch or whatever.” You grin, smiling into his neck, everyone watches you all as you dance, but neither of you pay any attention, all you can see is each other, it is all just Satoru to you.

“I fucking love you, Satoru.” You whisper.

***

“A helicopter!?” You ask, wildly, as you descend on the chopper, your family and friends are waving goodbye, and the chopper is blowing back your hair. Gojo is just grinning, that mad look in his eyes.

“I have a boat, think I don’t have a chopper? Pshh. I’m filthy fucking rich.” You roll your eyes, waving back at everyone, as Kiyotaka places your bags in the helicopter, and comes to kiss your hand.

“See you soon, my lady.” He says, and you grin.

“See you soon, enjoy the break away from this jerk.” Kiyotaka runs off as Gojo scowls, and you burst into a fit of laughter. Gojo then snatches you up, bridal gown and all, and carries you into the helicopter.

“Bratty mouth, as always. I can’t wait to teach you some lessons.” He grumbles, and sits you in the little cabin, you’re tense, he notices. “Never been in one?”

“No… where are we headed?”

“That’s a surprise, wifey.” You flush at the term, it makes you so fucking happy you can’t describe it.

“Have I upgraded from little slut to wifey?” You tease, as he places the headphones on your ears, then his own. He leans in close, lips closing in on yours, just  a breath away.

“You’re both now.” You roll your eyes, as he kisses you, and you all start to fly, shaking you around a bit. He holds onto you, not letting your lips go, kissing you until you’re both breathless.

The loud rhythmic thud of the rotor blades faded into the background, and you both looked out, to watch everything grow so tiny, as the sun was setting, casting an ethereal glow on every little building below you. You peer up into Gojo’s eyes, and he is just staring at you, uncaring of any of the scenery.

You are more beautiful than anything to him.

He is more beautiful than anything to you.

You’re eager in anticipation for tonight, for every night after.

***

Crystal clear turquoise waters lapped at the shoreline, the white sand beneath your now bare feet felt cool as you two descended from the helicopter. Gojo snatches you up, then, leading you to his gorgeous, wide open home that was just nestled on the beach, secluded from any and everything.

“Satoru… this is amazing.” You whisper, marveling at it, he smiles down at you, cradling you tight as you all walk towards the home.

“I bought it for us, for a place to get away.” He murmurs, and your heart hammers in your chest, eyes blinking back tears.

“You bought a whole fucking house on a beach? For us?”

“Yeah, wedding gift you know.”

You laugh, breathless, now you’re at the doors of what was your wedding gift. “You’re insane, Satoru Gojo.”

“I sure the fuck am.” He opens the doors, and soft lights from the chandeliers danced across the walls, casting intricate shadows of you two against the walls, of you in his arms.

He eases you down, caressing your face, trailing the backs of his fingers down your neck, your collar bone. You moan softly, trembling under his touch, and he studies you, so carefully, as if committing every bit of you to memory, brushing down your body slowly, every curve. You feel your nipples harden against the stiff fabric, your breathing difficult in the corset now.

“No one could be more beautiful than you are today.” He says softly, and you blink rapidly, struggling further with shallow breaths as his words tear through you, heat pooling between your thighs, your skin on fire everywhere he looks.

“Even you, Satoru?” You manage to tease with a smile. He shakes his head, still serious as he is studying you still.

“Even me.” His voice is husky, then he turns you around, right in the living room of this beautiful place that was just for you, and you shiver when he brushes his hands along your back. “I’m so lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one.” You whisper back, emotions warring, desire, happiness, disbelief that you are this lucky, that you are with him, the man that was your everything. You look back up at him, over your shoulder, when he snatches your hair, yanking it, eliciting a moan from you. “Mnh…”

“Want me to undress you, baby girl?” He says softly, and you eagerly nod, he makes quick work of unlacing your corset, and you exhale in relief when it’s loosened, shivering as he is running his hand down your back.

You have criss cross marks on your delicate back, where the laces had dug into your precious skin, Satoru runs fingers down them, watching as you shiver from the sensations. You cry out softly, making Satoru’s cock even harder, taking everything in him not to rip this expensive gown off you and slide into your cunt, always so wet for him.

You peek back, those pretty eyes hooded with desire, your lips are parted, you nervously lick your lower one, and he grips your bare waist tight then, so small in his big hands, you’re so delicate, small, as he hovers over you. Your eyelashes flutter shut when he finishes unzipping your dress, and you hold it at your breasts, stopping it from falling.

“We should put this up somewhere…” You whisper, he raises a brow. “Somewhere to keep it safe. One day, if we have a daughter, we could give it to her.” You melt at the thought, it’s quiet in the room, aside from both of your breaths, your thrumming heart in your ears. “Corny, huh?”

Satoru melts, at the thought of a little girl, one just like you.

“So corny.” His voice breaks, then he delicately eases the dress off you, leaving you bare completely aside from garters and stockings.

He is sitting the dress gently on the table, turning back to you, eyes raking down your body hungrily. You come to take his jacket off, laying it next to your dress, all the while his hands are all over you, your breasts, your nipples, your tummy… your waist, your hips, your ass, you giggle at him.

“Can’t keep your hands off for a moment hmm? I’m busy here.” You start unbuttoning his shirt, and he’s got the most serious look on his face.

“I can never keep my hands off you, no.” His husky voice further ignites the flames he brings out in you, and once you have him down to his pants only, starting to unbuckle him, he has you picked up, legs around his waist, arms around his neck, and he’s walking with you as you kiss down his neck.

Soon you’re in a beautiful room, with a wide open balcony, you can faintly see the curtains swaying from the breeze of the sea, the waves crashing softly against the shore, creating a gentle symphony that echoes the beating of your hearts, of your shared breaths. You look at it as he comes behind you, finally taking off your tiara and veil, easing them on the pretty mahogany dresser.

“I never want you to keep your hands off me.” You whisper, as he gently brushes your hair out with his fingers, tingling your scalp, you rest your head back against him, peering up as he peers down at you.

“I’ll never get enough of you, little brat.” He murmurs, then his hand has snaked around your hips, and he finds your clit, sensitive, already slick with want. You gasp in pleasure, hand reaching up to wrap around his neck, gripping tightly.

“Satoru…” You cry out, as his fingers slide between your folds, your hips buck under his touch, ass against his hard cock, still annoyingly covered.

“So fucking wet, always, aren’t you? So easy for my touch.” He hisses, and you drink it up, nodding, hips grinding up and down as he stands behind you, bending low, whispering against your ear.

“I’m always easy for you, Satoru.” You murmur, and his fingers slip in your entrance, you have trouble standing, knees wanting to buckle.

“Poor baby girl, you can’t even stand when I touch you, can you? Do I need to lay you down?”

“Fucking jerk…” He chuckles against your ear. “Yes, though, please.”

“So prissy.” He picks you up, laying you down on the bed, you’re on your hands and knees, and he’s behind you then, thumbs spreading the lips of your aching cunt, and his tongue is sliding in your entrance. You gasp in pleasure.

“Mnh, fuck!”

“Your ass looks so fucking good like this.” He praises you, before sliding two fingers deep, massaging that spot in you, hitting it hard, you can barely stay on your knees, you’re soaking his fingers. “Listen how wet you are.”

You can hear it squishing embarrassingly, as he slides your wetness to your clit, circling it, going side to side, making you start to pulse cum out of your hole, making everything slippery.

“Then drink it up, why don’t you.” You tease, looking back at him, he raises his brows, grinning like a mad man with those sharp teeth that you loved.

“I need to clean up the mess you’ve made?” You nod, and he flips you around with ease, to your back, sliding you up where he needs you.

“Yes, you caused it, so…” You giggle, and he laughs a bit, breathless, shaking his head at you as he kisses the hood of your clit. You gasp, your hands are gripping the silky sheets you lay on.

“As the lady commands.” He teases, and it flashes back to a memory of you on his desk, the first time he’d devoured you.

Fuck.

Your hands enwrap in his silky hair, and he starts lapping you up, all over, up and down, you begin falling apart fast. He’s sliding his tongue up to your clit, flicking faster and faster, his hands gripping your thighs hard, bruising your delicate flesh. You’re rising up for more of his tongue's wicked caresses, as you hear the lewd sounds of him licking up all your wetness.

“Mnh! Close… close… so good, so good ohmygod!” Your words jumbled together, and he’s licking you through it, drinking all your wetness that’s flowing out of you, and you’re pulsing around nothing, pleasure blinding you as it spreads through every inch of your body..

He eases up, licking his slick lips, finally he takes off his damn boxers, you eagerly reach down for his cock, stroking up and down and watching his pretty blue eyes glaze over with desire. He’s at your entrance then, you fucking place him there, stroking his tip between your lips, soaking his cock now.

“So cock hungry for me, beautiful, aren’t you.” You nod, gulping, and he yanks your hands off him, grabbing your wrists in a tight grip, on top of you now, his weight pressing on your chest as he hovers over you.

“Always. I always am.” You’re shameless, you give no fucks, you were cock hungry for him, and you always would be.

He thrusts into you, and you gasp, no matter how often you all fuck, he’s still huge, and he stretches you every time. You cry out a bit, hips adjusting to him, as he fills your aching cunt, deeper and deeper with each thrust, that madness in the azure depths of that gaze, his teeth bared.

“You feel so fucking amazing around my cock.” He fucks you harder as he says those words, and you’re already close, head arching back. “Nuh-uh, look at me, now, baby girl.”

You open your eyes, growing fuzzy as he fucks you harder and harder, owning you, possessing you, until there is nothing left but him, you’re enveloped in his embrace, he’s inside you, on top of you, everything surrounding you. His sweat drips onto your face, then be bends forward, capturing your lips in his mouth, yanking your hips up to fuck you rougher.

You taste yourself on his tongue as you cum around his cock, shaking, he’s drinking in your every cry, hands shoving your thighs further apart, to where you can’t take it, you buck up and back off, he laughs then, pulling you down more. You nearly pass out from the intensity of it.

“Can’t handle it, brat? All fucking talk?” He taunts you now, and you just fall further, gripping to him tightly, trying to hold on.

“Too much, too much. Fuck.” He pauses a bit, staring down lovingly, playing with your clit again, already oversensitive, you cry out as it hits again. “Satoru, fuck… too sensitive!”

“Good, just how I like you. Falling apart for me, in my arms.” He croons the words, and you curse, cumming again, tears pricking your eyes.

You look so beautiful, those tears falling down your cheeks, as he tears you apart, just to put you back together. Satoru can feel it building up again, feel you getting close, feel your tight cunt ready to come for him again. He speeds up, thrusting faster, harder, deeper, until he feels you shuddering under him, until he feels your walls clamp down on him.

You’re soaking his cock, soaking his fingers, soaking his sheets, a sheen of sweat on your glowing skin. You feel so good he can’t move for a moment, exhaling, just looking down at you. Your muscles are tensing, and your pretty face contorted in pleasure, your little hands gripping him, and your hot cum coming over his cock in spurts, so slippery his hand falls off.

“You’re making such a mess of my sheets, little slut.” He teases you, and you have no energy, you’re getting fucked so good there’s no thoughts, there is nothing but him, but Satoru Gojo.

Your husband.

Your husband that’s railing the fuck out of you, making you cum on his cock over and over, laughing above you as your tears fall, and you fucking love it. You cry out, your voice raw, your nails digging into his back, your legs wrapped tight around his waist, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm, you have lost count at what number this could even be.

Satoru is relentless in his thrusts, fucking you through your orgasm and into another, and you’re falling apart for him, helpless in his hold, he is kissing you now, and your kisses are sloppy, tongues sliding, mouths open in moans. He lets out a harsh groan as he begins to tense, feeling you come apart around him, feeling your body clenching, you’re both drenched in sweat, in your cum, in saliva…

It’s fucking amazing.

“Satoru… can’t… do anymore.” You manage, head lolling to the side as he takes over every sense you have, you can smell his sweat, taste his breath, his hands gripping, hear his sexy moans, the sight of him so beautiful and mad above you, it’s all him, all him.

It’s all you, all you, you take over all his senses, as he falls into you, tasting your desire still on his tongue, inhaling your scent, looking at your beautiful face, watching you fall apart as he feels your cunt milking him for his cum, hearing all your breathy little cries.

He loves you.

You love him.

“One more, baby girl, you can do it, can’t you?” You shake your head, breathless, you can’t take anymore can you?

“Can’t… can’t move…”

“Then lay there, let me use you, baby, yeah?” You nod weakly, and flop back, everything’s gone from your body, he’s fucked every bit of energy out of you, relentless in his desire. You greedily drink it up.

Satoru has your legs fully up now, pressed against your breasts, and you know he’s going to cum soon, you crave it, you always do. “Please, cum in me, Satoru… please, please.”

You’re pleading with those pretty fucking eyes, of course he will.

He’ll do anything for you.

“I need you cumming around me, throbbing on my cock baby. Can you do it?” You nod, but it’s weak, you’re weak, helpless under his thrusts.

He’s pleading with those beautiful fucking eyes. Of course you will.

You’ll do anything for him.

Satoru groans, loud, gripping your face tightly, as your hands weakly cling on to his strong arms, as he falls apart in you, on you, thrusts jerky and deep, so deep. He’s cumming, hot and thick streams in your cervix, and you cum around him, with him, he falls on you, hands gripping yours over your head, and you drink in his moans, as he thrusts in you, pushing cum further in.

You’re shaking, and he leans up after a moment, exhaling, studying you, wiping back your sweaty brow. Your tears are hot and sticky on your face, mixing with the sweat, he drinks the sight in, you drink in the sight of him.

“I love you so much, so fucking much, Satoru. Always, always.” You whisper, kissing him softly. He moans into your mouth, hands tightening their grip, fingers entwining.

“I love you always, baby girl. Mine .”

“ Yours . And you’re mine.” You murmur, staring lovingly up at him.

“Yours.” You kiss, breathing in each other, then he’s easing out of you, making you hiss a bit.

“Fuck, she hurts.” You grumble, and he grins at you, happy as fuck at that fact, you scowl at him. “Sadistic little shit.”

“Aww, poor whiny brat. Hmm…” He looks out the window, sitting you both up, you cuddle against him, looking out as well, to the pretty waves, the moon is full, lighting up the sky and reflecting on the water. “Wanna go for a dip?”

“Naked?” He nods, smirking down at you.

“Fuck yeah, naked.”

Before you know it, the waves are cool against your ankles, and you and Satoru are standing under the moonlight, naked in the water, sand soft and squishy under your bare feet. He’s holding you, you’re tiptoeing, kissing each other, goosebumps on your naked flesh from the cool night air, from his touches.

“I don’t think I could be happier.” You say softly, looking up at him, shadows casting along his gorgeous face, every plane of it, eyes glimmering and bright even in the dark.

“Hmm…” He pulls you up, throwing you into his arms, and you tense, freaking out now.

“You know I can’t swim! No, no, no.” He’s just grinning deviously, running you into the water, you clutch him tightly, for dear life, heart racing.

“Shh, don’t you know I’ve got you?” You exhale, easing a bit, he positions you to where you’re wrapping your legs around him, the water crashing gently against your bare skin, and he holds you tight. You look up at him. “I’ve always got you.”

You nod, gulping, and your nerves ease, you know he does have you, that you’re always safe with him, in his arms. You kiss him, eagerly, and he grips your thighs under the water, pressing hard against you, cock already hard and eager, your pussy is sore as fuck, but you think, you could do it again. You could always go again with him, with Satoru Gojo.

“I love you so much.” You whisper, tears threatening again, he gulps, bringing you against him. “I’ll love you for fucking ever, Satoru.”

“And I’ll love you for fucking ever, my beautiful girl… my wife.” You kiss him, under the moonlight, in the water of his own little private beach, and you two fall into each other.

His wife.

Your husband.

Your heart is so full, as desire hits you again, as you kiss your insanely gorgeous, insanely intense… just insane altogether, honestly, husband…

Your Satoru.

(This is the ending but there are three more epilogues, will get them up soon!)

ao3 link https://archiveofourown.org/works/55424137/chapters/143860303#workskin'

Epilogue one

[redroses07]

AHS boys cuddling headcanons. <3

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back from my year long hiatus! It's been a crazy year for me and I've been through a lot of ups and downs but I'm finally back! Expect me to be posting a lot now because I have a TON of ideas. Anyways, enjoy this little drabble! Love y'all!

Contains: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Michael Langdon, and Xavier Plympton.

Tate Langdon:

This boy is definitely a little spoon.

Constantly asks you to hold him in your arms.

You, personally love this, and happily wrap your arms around him lovingly.

Places soft kisses on your fingers while you trace his features.

Absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair, he practically begs for it.

Now don't think he's always going to be the one being held, that's just what he prefers.

If you're feeling down he'll pull you into his chest, and hold you like something's going to take you from him (his abandonment issues showing)

Loves kissing your neck while cuddling.

Kit Walker:

Kit is truly the most loving partner you could ask for and cuddling with you is one of his favorite things in the whole world.

Likes to see your pretty face so prefers that you two lay facing each other.

Softly tells you all the things he loves about you while pressing kisses to your nose, lips, cheeks, and forehead.

When I tell you his hands would be all over you, I mean ALL OVER. He loves to trace his fingers down your arms, torso and stomach.

Kit also likes to sneak his hands under your shirt when your laying together, and he often falls asleep with them like that.

Cannot fall asleep unless his hands are on you in some way (will not lose you like he lost Alma)

Anyways Kit is amazing and I am in love with him.

Pre-death Kyle Spencer:

Tbh he's my least favorite Evan character so apologies if this sucks.

For some reason I feel like he loves to nuzzle his face in your neck, and he often falls asleep like that.

Lets you lay on his lap while he works on schoolwork, and starts playing with your hair when he loses focus.

Loves when you sit in his lap, he will pull you in his lap literally anywhere. No matter if you're alone, or with your friends he feels the best when you're comfortably situated on his lap.

Jimmy Darling:

Big spoon!!!!!!

Loves when you straddle his waist or wrap your arms around his neck.

Really loves to feel as close to you as possible so he'll tangle your bodies together in every possible way.

One would think it would be hard to get comfortable like that but your comfort is Jimmy's #1 priority, even if that means sacrificing his own.

So if that means his arm falls asleep or his leg cramps, that's okay! as long as you're co. mfortable.

Jimmy loves to kiss your cheeks, and when he's in a silly mood he quickly switches between the two. This leaves you flustered, and in a fit of giggles.

James Patrick March

You wouldn't expect it but James LOVES cuddling with you.

On the outside he seems like he would be cold and dismissive in a relationship but you are his EVERYTHING.

Loves when you lay on top of him and he can comfortably wrap his arms around you.

Constantly whispers to you how much he loves and adores you and would do anything for you (In love with his accent)

Probably not surprising but he likes to leave marks all over you, and not just during sex.

Will bite and suck on your skin while you're cuddling. His favorite place to leave marks is your collarbone.

He sees this as an intimate act, and loves the idea that people will know you belong to him.

Kai Anderson

Lets be real...this man is not a cuddler. To be honest he only cares about you when he's trying to make the messiah baby.

But occasionally he'll be extremely overwhelmed with cult responsibilities and will turn to you for condolences.

Holds you while he vents to you about his frustrations.

Plays with your hair or fiddles with the straps of your tank top to distract himself.

Will also ask you about your day to give him something else to think about.

These are the few times when Kai shows his vulnerable side.

Will kiss your shoulders while you tell him about your day, or give him cult advice.

Michael Langdon:

I love Michael so much y'all he's literally my husband.

Cuddling can go either way with him tbh. Sometimes it's him holding you, and sometimes it's you holding him.

When he holds you he pulls you into him and traces is fingers along your back.

Loves to intertwine your fingers and tightly grip your hand. It makes him feel closer and more connected to you.

Cuddling is when you and Michael have your most intimate bonding moments. When you spill your deepest thoughts and secrets to each other.

On the other hand, when the pressure on Michael is too much, he wants you to hold him.

He cries softly, and stuffs his face into your chest in an effort to hide his tears.

When life just becomes too much for him being held and kissed by you makes everything feel okay.

This is a weird one but I feel like he'd have you brush his hair (I love long hair Michael don't hate).

Xavier Plympton:

Likes to listen to music while cuddling, and will softly sing along if he knows the lyrics.

Will also tap on your back along to the beat.

Likes when you lay your head on his chest and drape your legs over his.

Loves to talk while cuddling, telling you everything that comes to his mind.

He talks, you listen, and that's what he loves about you.

Takes breaks in between his various rants to kiss the top of your head and make sure you're comfortable.

[rinkkuma]

୨୧ BF KAISER

ft. michael kaiser

tags. gn!reader, a bit of cussing, all fluff ! / author's note. I HATE HIM!!!!!! (affectionate) also kaiser with a man bun *FOAMS FROM MOUTH*

sleeping with him is the absolute worst. either he will be all over you and squeezing you tight or stealing the blanket from you, there is no in between.

he loves having self care nights with you!! insists to put on face masks and wash your face for you. totally not to just touch you

ALWAYS has his hands on you one way or another. whether it be holding hands, an arm around your shoulder, or leaning on you, he is touching you.

since he normally wakes up before you, he likes watching you sleep, not in a creepy way he thinks you look absolutely gorgeous in your sleeping state.

loves staying up late with you and doing random stuff. talking about random stuff, binging a show/movie, or simply just cuddling with you in silence he enjoys it so much. i firmly believe he prioritizes his quality time with you.

his hugs are the best!!! he's so warm and he doesn't squeeze too tight or too loose, it's just right!! if he doesn't see you for like a few hours though he squeezes the shit out of you

surprisingly a good cook. you constantly wake up to breakfast in bed, your favorite lunch meal, and a 5-star dinner. he has some corny ass apron that says: “mr. good lookin' is cookin” and you can't help but giggle every time you see it, and he's so confused.

WILL give you his jacket if you're cold. it does not matter if he feels like he'll freeze to death too, he will give you his jacket.

has you set as his phone wallpaper. one week it's a pretty candid photo of you, and another week it's a silly off guard photo he has of you. whenever you think you look bad or not, kaiser thinks you look absolutely gorgeous in all of the photos he has of you.

shares a spotify account with you to see what you listen to and what time! if he ever sees you online at ungodly hours of the night he sends you a ‘go to bed already!!!’ text. he's totally not awake either

swings your hands when you two are walking and holding hands. (24/7 basically) he will only start to swing them a little more if you try to stop him.

he unconsciously smiles whenever he sees you smile. he doesn't even realize it until you or someone else points it out, and only drives him more insane because of the effect you have on him.

gets matching necklaces for the two of you with each other's initials. he wears it 24/7, only taking it off before showering. he loves when someone points it out, and starts rambling about how amazing you are.

remembers all of the important dates. your birthday, anniversaries, you name it. he would rather die than forget an important date.

speaking of birthdays, he is always the first one to send you a birthday text the second the clock hits midnight. he pre-types his long paragraph talking about how grateful he is for you and such a week in advance and adds to it on the days leading up to your birthday.

his feet are always cold and it is the worst in the winter because he wakes up and decides to be annoying and puts his cold ass feet on yours. he then looks at you with a smile as if he hasn't done anything wrong ever.

loves going shopping with you!! he loves the way your eyes light up and lips curl up into a small smile when you see something cute. he loves the mini fashion shows you give him when you try on stuff. he will hold all your bags and pay for everything. he is hopelessly in love with you.

pridefully hands you his hoodies to wear because he wants to see you wear it. he giggles in his head when someone points it out because he's happy people notice you wearing his hoodie.

has the iphone sci-fi ringtone as his alarm. he set it one day as a joke and now he doesn't have the heart to change it. despite waking up to it dozens of times, you physically cannot get used to it. he claims he can't change it because of a emotional connection to it now, but you feel other wise. just to annoy you

soo good at flirting it's actually annoying. he's a natural smooth talker and knows exactly what makes you flustered.

[mintartem]

Okay so I have this scene in my head for guitarhero (Michael x Adam) that’s been playing in my mind for a bit. This is in the same universe as but before this post.

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It’s been a suspiciously peaceful morning for both Lilith and Lucifer. At this time of day, Adam would be asking them to play with him and the animals or just bother them with silly but adorable stories. Both Lucifer and Lilith sometimes found Adam annoying as he always talks, and plays around taking everything as nothing but a game when all Lucifer and Lilith want to do is spend time with each other in peace.

Today is different. All morning, Lilith and Lucifer got to walk along the river, eat fruits together, and lie on the ground surrounded by the animals without Adam running around, without Adam wrestling and playing with the animals, without Adam constantly talking. It was nice…

…at first.

“It’s been quiet…” said Lucifer while his head lay on Lilith’s lap.

“It has been awhile since we saw Adam. We should head back. Maybe he thinks we’re playing hide-and-seek again” said Lilith. She bit her lip and looked away in guilt.

Lucifer and Lilith once told Adam a game that the young angels played in heaven called “hide and seek”. Lucifer and Lilith made Adam the seeker while they hid and Adam accepted that challenge. Adam didn’t realized that Lucifer and Lilith were never playing in the first place. Can you blame them? They just want one quiet time together without Adam. They got back when it was noon.

“There you are!” Adam exclaimed. “I said I accepted defeat but neither of you showed up. Where were you?”

“Sorry, Adam. We forgot we were playing” Lucifer’s excuse was terrible and he knows it. But whether Adam bought it or not, he’ll never know. A look of hurt flashed across Adam’s face before he looked away. “That’s fine I forget things too anyway.”

Lucifer hates lying to Adam. Hates the look of hurt on his face that he was trying to cover up. “Well, Lilith and I did found this beautiful pond…”

Lucifer and Lilith lost one of their favorite “alone time” spots that day. But hey, at least Adam’s look of hurt was gone and he was smiling as bright as ever.

He got up and offered his hand to Lilith who gladly took it, then he helped her up. They walked back to where they have last seen Adam which was quite far from where they currently were.

When they reached the area, Lilith suddenly came to a halt with a look of surprise on her beautiful face which confused Lucifer. “Who is that?” Lilith asked in surprised and confusion. Lucifer looked to the area she was looking and gasp in surprise.

There, Adam was sitting on the ground. In front of him was what Lucifer knows to be a chessboard. On the other side of the chessboard was an angel, sitting on the ground, that looks identical to him with the difference being the halo and bangs that falls on one side of his face. He wore the usual angelic robe like Lucifer’s and his wings are blue in color. His face was expressionless, his blue eyes gazed only at the chessboard in front him.

It’s Lucifer’s perfect brother, Michael.

“Michael? What’s he doing here?” Lucifer muttered. He glanced towards Lilith to see her eyes locked on the chessboard. She has this look on her face of trying to understand what was happening. Lucifer knows she’s trying to understand the game, trying to piece together the game that was happening in front of her but failing to do so. Chess is quite the complicated game but Lucifer knows Lilith will figure it out.

Lucifer looked at Adam once again, he gave a look of surprise when he noticed Adam’s body language and expression. It was unfamiliar… a new expression Adam never makes.

Adam sat on the ground, his back straight. His hand grabbing his chin while the other hand supports the other arm. He did the same pose Lilith does whenever she thinks. Adam’s gaze was solely on the board but he can see Adam glancing towards Michael here and there. He doesn’t have a smile on his face, not even a frown. He looked so focused on the game. He looked cold and calculating. He looked… serious. It’s a new expression on his face, an expression he doesn’t like on Adam.

Lucifer saw Michael raise his hand and grab the only bishop he has left. He noticed the board is mostly white. White being Michael’s color while Adam was the black one in chess. Michael has eaten more of Adam’s pieces than Adam has eaten Michael’s. Lucifer found himself mentally applauding Adam when he saw Michael’s queen on Adam’s side, outside the board, having been eaten.

Michael moved his bishop in a particular tile. His gaze on the board never wavered. “Check” he said. Michael never once looked towards Adam the entire time. It annoyed Lucifer. He knows Michael doesn’t see anyone beneath him, but he hates Michael’s constant expressionless gaze. Michael only follows orders and doesn’t question the elders. Michael who is so good at predicting things with his expressionless but calculating eyes to the point he can even predict Lucifer. And right now, Lucifer knows that Michael doesn’t see Adam as an equal in this fight.

Then Lucifer saw it. He saw how Adam’s lips curled upwards in a smirk, how Adam’s eyes became half lidded. He moved, his hand grabbed a pawn and placed it in a tile.

“Checkmate.”

What?

Lucifer looked at the board, really looked. Adam had Michael’s king trapped. Michael’s own pieces helped trapped their own king and none of Michael’s pieces will be able to eat Adam’s pawn. Some of Adam’s pieces are prepared to attack the king.

Adam has beaten Michael.

Adam’s expression will forever embed itself in Lucifer’s mind. Lips curled up in a smirk, gaze half lidded, head slightly tilted down and tilted a little bit to his left, but his gaze looking up at Michael. It was the first time Adam looked both seductive and smug at the same time. Lucifer can’t help give a shuddered breath at the fact that Adam defeated Michael.

Michael, for the first time since Eden was created, had a look of surprise in his face. His normally expressionless face have wide eyes and lips slightly parted in shock when it dawned on him he was defeated in chess. His gaze was no longer on the board, but on Adam.

Lucifer can’t help but find it amusing that someone bested his perfect brother. And it was by a human no less. Of course it’s not an actual fight because Michael is the most powerful angel of all and everyone knows he will win. But what matters here at this moment was that Michael was beaten.

In a flash, the seductive, victorious look Adam had was gone, replaced with excitement and happiness, Adam’s most common expression. Had Lucifer not paying attention, he knows he would’ve missed it. It seems Michael didn’t missed the previous expression either.

“That was fun! What else should we play? Or do you want to go again?” Adam exclaimed. Michael snapped out in whatever is going on in his head and said: “Forgive me, but I must get going. I should be looking for Lucifer”

“No need, I’m here” said Lucifer. If it was possible, Adam’s face brighten even more “Luci! Lily! Where have you both been? Michael said he is looking for you, Luci.

Michael cleared his throat, stood up and straightened himself. “Yes, we are needed up in Heaven for a meeting.” Lucifer nodded his head then walked towards Michael. He opened his wings preparing to fly alongside his brother.

“Are you going to visit again? Can we play more games?” Adam asked. But he wasn’t looking at Lucifer, he was looking at Michael.

“I’ll-I’ll see what I can do” Michael stuttered. It didn’t go unnoticed to Lucifer how Michael’s cheeks gained a gold tint to it.

“You’re fun!” Adam gave Michael a big grin. Michael seemed taken aback by this statement. Lucifer himself was surprised too. None of the angels ever found Michael fun. The gold tint on Michael’s face had gotten darker.

“Good bye for now.” Lucifer heard Michael mutter and he flew away. Lucifer followed after him. He glanced at Adam who he heard was explaining the game to Lilith, who started to look like she was losing interest in the game.

Lucifer found himself feeling bored again this morning. Lilith seemed to be enjoying the peace they rarely got… well not rarely. Adam was once again hanging out with Michael.

~~~

I really like the thought of Adam and Michael playing chess right at the moment they first met.

My headcanon: Adam can play chess. He’ll complain and say it’s boring if you propose the idea, but he does know how to play and the moment he played, he’ll shut up and focus on the game. You’ll hear nothing from him.

[longtallglasses]

some miwi headcanons just bc ! older ones

i see young mike as kind of loud and not realizing how loud (and annoying) his yelling near people is (ie karen yelling in s1 “mike let’s go!” “COMING!!!”) however he quickly learns not to yell around will, adopting his softer voice for him BUT

in school he’s constantly calling over to will “will come here” “will sit next to me” “will! over here! look at this!” trying to get his attention “will, will, hey will…” other kids are like dude shut up… so many kids know will’s name who’ve never seen him, and mike’s thought of as that kid who’s always calling out for his friend.

i’m an avid rock collector!mike enjoyer. on the playground, in the forest, at the park, at the lake. he’s picking up all the cool ones, storing them away for very important scientific reasons like “this one’s shiny in A Different way!” he sets aside his favorites to show and give to will, very much in the style of a cat bringing a dead rodent to their owner, like “got something special just for you :) a Very Cool Rock :)” will loves how much mike enjoys it and is very excited to receive them, feeling quite special.

will loves stuffed animals (i mean we been knew) when he was younger they all had names and backstories, interpersonal drama and storylines he played out. two stuffed cats he definitely thought of as him and mike subconsciously, as they were best friends. he would act out little dramatic scenes of them running away from some oppressive kingdom, going on an adventure and meeting new friends along the way. … and he may have made them kiss a few times …

obviously small will loved drawing, but i don’t think he was always confident in his skill. after people tell him he’s good he gets caught up in trying to be really good, and gets frustrated when he can’t do something the way he wants. hence crumpled up attempts in the trash mike fishes out. there’s a spell of time where he gives up for a bit and jonathan asks why he hasn’t seen him drawing lately, and will says he doesn’t think he can get any better, it’s too hard. jonathan tells him it doesn’t matter if it’s perfect, he should just draw to make himself happy “draw for the campaigns, your friends think it’s so cool” so will keeps at it focusing on drawing what he thinks him and his friends will appreciate

while watching scary movies in the basement mike and will always held hands under blankets. it started when they were younger and they first got permission to watch a scary movie, they didn’t want to admit they might be getting too scared. during a big jump their hands reached out on instinct and too caught up in the movie they didn’t let go. when it was over they didn’t talk about it, but then it just kept happening every time they got scared. which led to holding hands when upset outside of watching movies. they never really discussed it, it just felt like their little secret thing.

all the boys were nice to holly but will was the only friend who actually liked seeking her out to play w them. (fascinated by a little sister unlike lucas and only-child dustin) mike and will would play games with her sometimes, will thinking she was really cute, and mike thinking it was cute will really liked her. cue karen thinking will is the best influence on her son

i have such a strong image of kindergarten miwi right after they become friends making mud pies together every recess. their teacher scolds them the first few times having to scrub their hands when they come back in. it gets so bad when the recess monitor sees them heading for the dirt they’re yelling “Michael! William! don’t even think about it!” they think it’s so funny to rile them up, they start spreading mud on each others arms “will you need more than that!” they only try to eat it a few times, it does taste really gross. after they’re banned from the dirt, they move to the sand box, it’s only a bit cleaner.

[arisu-draws]

PHELPS LORE🗣️🗣️🗣️

HI, I noticed people don't give Kenneth much backstory since not much is known about him. Even the art book lacked information. So I decided to make one for him cuz he's one of my favorite villains in the game but I hate him so much too. His past is tragic but I didn't make it like that so people would sympathize with him---but to give him more depth and reasons for his goal, which is the cult to destroy God himself. This took a long time for me to make, and I already finalized their designs!

LET'S GET STARTED!!

• Kenneth's parents and home life

The image above are my designs for younger ken and his parents, Eleanor and Michael Phelps. Michael and Eleanor were in an arranged marriage in order for him to continue the Phelps bloodline and their work in the cult. The two were complete strangers yet they were forcefully betrothed. They don't even look happy in their photos

They married in 1944 and had Kenneth two years later. Michael and Eleanor needed an heir, like all the other Phelps. But they also did it to try saving their marriage---but it didn't end well. After Kenneth was born, they often argued and shouted at each other. This led to Eleanor drinking as a coping mechanism. Michael, on the other hand, insults Kenneth whenever he can. Even if he makes a small mistake.

Eleanor isn't any better because she neglected Kenneth too. They forget his birthday, they don't treat him like their son, not even an heir but rather a disappointment (as Michael always refers to Kenneth that way)

Kenneth tried to make him proud, he really has. But Michael doesn't care at all. He lived in their household despite the constant abuse he faced. Michael thought he wasn't good enough to be the cult's next leader once he grows up too.

• Kenneth and Mariana

In 1954,kenneth met an energetic and playful girl named Mariana Sinclair. She often attended Michael's masses on Sundays. She eventually talked to his son personally after the mass and the two quickly got along. Kenneth was awkward at first since she was his first friend. They would climb trees, stargaze, run and play hide and seek. That was until Kenneth started to fall in love with her when they were 16. He courted her through love letters and some roses. They start to date in secret because Kenneth knew that Michael would've disapproved of Mariana.

In 1967, Mariana moved to another state to study nursing. But she promised Kenneth they'll be together again once she comes back. In this time period, Eleanor eventually found out about their relationship because she noticed her bottles were missing cuz Kenneth was taking them so he could drink with Mariana. Once she yells at him about it, Kenneth finally snapped and accidentally pushed her too hard--causing her to fall down the stairs.

Kenneth started crying and tried to wake her up. But Michael, he didn't even show any sign of grief or sadness. He didn't care. His cult members just covered it all up. He confronts Kenneth right after, calling him a disgrace to the family all because he killed his mother for "some" woman he's been secretly seeing. He constantly blames him for it.

After graduation, Kenneth left his household after several years. Michael didn't even stop him. He saw him as a failed heir, after all. He sees Mariana again, and they eventually get married in 1972, then there goes Travis Phelps.

To be continued 🗣️

[hallmarkdestiel]

This one is about one of my favorite ships. Sabriel is the relationship between Sam and Gabriel. Now I know what you’re thinking.

“But he tortured Sam in the Mystery Spot episode by killing Dean over and over again.”

I get it. That’s a valid point. But here’s the thing. Sam and Gabriel have similarities in their storyline. The younger brother who just wanted out so he ran away. He wanted to be free. I’m not sure how to do this. This is hard. The point of Mystery Spot was that Gabriel was trying to prepare Sam for Dean’s death. Oh and the fact that he played ‘Heat of the moment.’ By Asia which by the way, is a LOVE song.

‘I never meant to be so bad to you

One thing I said that I would never do

A look from you and I would fall from grace

And that would wipe the smile right from my face’

Those are the first words in the song that played every morning. Gabriel was apologizing to Sam for doing this. He was trying to make a point but clearly this wasn’t exactly the best way to do that. I should probably add in here that Sam knows how Gabriel feels and what he went through in hell. They both shared the same trauma. By that, I mean they were both tortured in hell. Oh and they both have trauma due to Lucifer. If you consider the fact that Gabriel was killed by his own brother. (Or well we were meant to think that for EIGHT years.)Gabriel stayed back with Lucifer at the hotel, telling the Winchesters to leave with Kali. He stayed behind in the AU world with AU Michael. Do you ever think about the fact that Gabriel stayed behind twice because he KNEW he was going to die? He knew he wasn’t going to survive and not only that but when Sam begged him to bring Dean back, Gabriel did (Sam gave him the puppy dog eyes. The power that he has.) Even back at the hotel, he looked at Sam first before he looked at Dean. Oh and here’s something else. You know how Castiel says, “Hello Dean. Sam.”

Gabriel said, “Sam... Dean.”

Also the fact that Richard Speight Jr himself thinks that Gabriel is a good Guardian Angel for Sam. Gabriel is the Angel of Monday and what was Sam born on. Yeah. You guessed it. A MONDAY. In the Thing, Sam was the only one that Gabriel let touch him. He wouldn’t even let his own BROTHER touch him. Sam sat there with Gabriel. He was patient. He was so gentle taking the stitches off. If you watch the whole episode, when Gabriel is with Sam. That is the ONLY time he blinks. Plus everyone knows that saying “I need you” is the Winchester way of saying “I love you.” Now I know what you’re thinking.

“But that I need you belongs to Destiel!!!!”

No. It doesn’t. It can apply to other ships too. Sabriel is just another parallel to Destiel. And I can tell you why. In Exodus, when Sam dies, Gabriel blames himself. He blames himself because he couldn’t do anything. He’s low on grace, practically human and he couldn’t do anything to save Sam. Then when Sam came back, he stood up and he couldn’t even believe his eyes. Sam was alive. And don’t even get me started on the whole leader of Heaven thing. They made this whole big deal about Gabriel being the leader of Heaven.

“Get off my moose!”

And before that, when Asmodick came back in the bunker to steal Gabriel back, that Boss hog wannabe hurt Sam and Cas and faced the wrath of a VERY pissed off Archangel. I forgot to talk about tall tales. The first time they met. The way they looked at each other is just like how Dean and Castiel look at each other. It’s obvious that Gabriel had a crush on Sam. He’s a trickster. He’s messing with Sam and doesn’t know how to handle it. Changing channels. He constantly screws with Sam. Mystery Spot. Again, he doesn’t know how to deal with his crush on Sam. Oh and did I mention that Gabriel straight up flirted with Sam? He literally said, “Don’t let anyone ever tell you that you’re just a pretty face.”

I think that’s all I can think of for now.

[beeslyzita]

Reasons why I love Pam Beesly from The Office ♡

1. Her growth is the number one reason. Pam goes through a truly realistic and human journey. It’s so easy to relate to her and understand her. She starts the show as a quiet and shy receptionist, kind of stuck in place, just going along with what she thinks her life is supposed to look like. She hides her real feelings, doesn’t speak up, and settles for comfort. But then she realizes she needs more, that she has to be honest with herself, take risks, and step out of her comfort zone. And she does it! She tries art school, moves into sales, considers switching jobs, and even becomes the office administrator. Not everything works out, and that’s okay! It’s not about being perfect. She’s not meant to be some flawless, bold heroine. It’s about trying. And if she fails, she tries again, until she finds where she belongs. Her fears, especially her fear of change, one of her most defining traits, still come back sometimes. But she keeps pushing through them. That’s what makes it feel so genuine and human. By the end, she’s a muralist, married to her soulmate, confident, happy, and truly fulfilled.

2. The way she shows her vulnerability. Unlike other characters, Pam’s insecurities and fears aren’t treated as jokes, they’re an important part of her development. Maybe that’s why people are so hard on her. She’s the most real character in a comedy show.

3. She’s funny, in a real, down-to-earth way. She’s adorable. One of the only characters without an exaggerated personality. She’s just a regular girl with a quiet, honest sense of humor. I would love to be her friend! Like Jim once said, she’s fun, easy to talk to, and warm. And she really is.

4. She’s kind, even to people who don’t deserve it! She connects with people in the office and builds amazing bonds. She has so much patience for everyone, like a real mom to the group.

5. Her relationship with Michael is beautiful. At first, he was constantly bothering her, but over time, she started to understand him. She learned how to deal with his chaos, and eventually, they learned how to take care of each other.

6. Her relationship with Ryan is hilarious. He’s one of the few people she has no patience for, and watching them constantly clash is just so funny.

7. And of course, her relationship with Jim. It has everything I ever wanted in a love story. They will forever be my favorite couple. The wrong timing, the friends-to-lovers arc, the pain of seeing each other with other people, the confessions, the sacrifices , and yes, even the fight in the final season. A lot of people hate it, but I think it’s brilliant. It’s raw, real, well-written, and the ending is perfect. I couldn’t possibly love them more. Nothing will ever make me stop rooting for them.

I LOVE YOU, PAM BEESLY.

[lesbianchim]

911 Tag Game

rules: answer your opinion on these nine topics, then tag nine other people to give their opinion as well

I was tagged by several beloved mutuals, and it took me way too long to finalize my answers! special shoutout to @chimneyz for coming up with this great tag game 💖, and thank you to @bucksbignaturals, @itsametaphorok, and @theotherbuckley for tagging me!

Favorite character: Buck!!! he's SO BLORBO ahhh

Character you relate to the most: also Buck. He’s constantly an ADHD mood, he cares so deeply it hurts, and while my struggles in life have been super different from his, seeing Buck’s journey and working to overcome obstacles is just so relatable!!!!

Favorite episode: Chimney Begins is episode of ALL time.

Hottest take: a minor one but I feel Veronica, the woman Buck and then Albert dated in s4, gets a bad rap. We met her on a disastrous first date and she was absolutely seeing all of Buck’s actions in the harshest way possible, but also we see that episode after having gotten to know him and his heart of gold. We know he isn’t trying to body shame her, but they don’t know each other, so she is going to be wary of this man. And it’s a very human instinct that once you get off on the wrong foot with somebody, little things can start building up - so she misinterprets one comment of his, and starts seeing him in an uncharitable light, and so she assumes the worst of the next comment too. I see people making sweeping judgments about her personality, but we pretty clearly see a difference in Veronica in her later scenes. She’ll heartily agree with Taylor’s comment about not wanting to cater to a man’s ego, but it didn’t have the rude tone that a lot of her comments had in the scene where we first met her. And idk given we have never seen Buck handle a first date without some kind of awkwardness or hiccup, I can sympathize with how she didn’t get the best first impression of him! Buck is sooo easy to warm up to and then endear himself, but it can take a little warming up.

Favorite Lone Star character: Carlos or Paul! It would probably be Paul if the show could GIVE HIM MORE SCREENTIME but since we’ve mainly gotten crumbs over five whole seasons, Carlos is able to stay in the running for LS fave.

Favorite ship: I’ve been bewitched by Bucktommy!!! I’m a huge multishipper and polyshipper but if you make me pick just one…

Most underrated character: hmm so obviously he’s a main and the fandom generally loves him, but I feel Chimney doesn’t get enough appreciation. He gets put in the comic relief box that he may have described for himself, but Hen shut that shit down when he said it because it is not even close to the full picture. Chim is hilarious of course, but he deserves more credit for all the other things he is too! In the show, definitely Karen. Give us more of this rocket scientist, PLEASE!!!

Most underrated ship: Michael and David are sooo underrated! I know we didn’t have them on the show for long enough (thanks, antivax nonsense 🙄) but what we got is such a good love story! Also on Lone Star, more Paul/Carlos or Paul/Carlos/TK, please!!!

One thing you would love to see:

A character driven plot I got my hopes up during the hiatus before s8 was conflict between Hen and Chim, and that first episode really seemed like they might delve into what it looked like for some familial tension! Let our ride or dies fight and have an emotional storyline, and also explore new ground that they haven’t before!!!

And then for thinking of emergencies (since so many of us are here for the soap opera level character plots, but LBR that this show is on the air because of the mass appeal of Angela Bassett and the show that has ridiculous 911 calls like a baby in the pipes!) Something my wife has pointed out when watching with me and I loooove as an idea is how cool to watch a bowling alley fire would be, from a fire science perspective. They can be challenging and dangerous with things like the solvents used to treat the wood, both what’s saturating the floors and bowling lanes but also what might be stored that employees are using still. They’re flammable and also can be toxic, which could then aerosolize. And then the layout of bowling alleys like we saw a little in the show for the woman trapped in the pin machine… those void spaces in the floors and walls and overhead would be trickyyy for airflow feeding the fire and leading to it jumping. She has done so much research into fires and disasters as it’s a special interest of hers so she can and will keep going about what they could be, and I have been FULLY convinced about now really wanting to see this. Such good potential for an eventful call!!!

Because it took me a while to respond, I’ve lost track of who has and hasn’t done this yet! If I tag you and you’ve done it, I’d love to see your responses. @gaytommykinard, @bucksboobs, @diazsdimples, @thatmexisaurusrex, and @spacetimeconundrum!

[mercymermaid]

i need to get my thoughts out there just stay with me

insane amount of sister location headcanons incoming!

the sister location animatronic cast is one massive extremely dysfunctional family

first of all, fuck ennard, this is pre michael's appearance, so he doesn't exist yet <3

ballora is the overall mother figure (i wonder fucking why) and the oldest and most calm, acting as the peacekeeper and trying to keep the rest of the cast calm enough to get shocked to help and back

baby is the little sister (mindblowing!), following ballora around like a little duckling, and is The Main Character (out of the cast, she has the most emo depression moments because she's the only one properly possessed) she's actually pretty shy and skittish at first, but opens up pretty quickly once you crack her shell

the bidybabs and minireenas have the comprehension capacity of literal toddlers, and waddle around all day, being feral creations that will follow anyone's command if they reward them with cuddles afterwards.

now. my favorite demons. the funtimes, the bons, and lolbit.

first of all, funtime foxy and funtime freddy are dating (funtime frexy for life, i can and will die on this hill), my favorite gay man ship ever. ft. foxy and lolbit are.. cousins? nobody knows what exactly they are, but they're similar enough to be directly related, so they roll with it. bonbon and bonnet have some complicated, old couple drama, and are constantly bickering, much to the annoyance and amusement of the rest of the cast. bonbon and ft. freddy are friends till the end, though, they are each other's ride or die (same with ft. foxy and lolbit)

lolbit is also the fucking psycho prankster. being a non-performing character, and having complete access to the location's networks, he has every opportunity ever to cause chaos. he likes to mess with the night guard, for one, but his favorite thing to do is to ruin ft. foxy's performances by changing the light and overall show cues completely, and instead of playing whatever music or audio that should be on, blasts rick rolls. this went on for a solid multiple months until management finally figured out the problem, and poor lolbit lost his overpowered admin access, leaving him very sad and helpless against the oncoming revenge by ft. foxy.

ballora, baby, the minireenas and bidybabs, bonnet, and ft. foxy have killer girls' nights where they give each other 'makeovers' (they're robots, there's not much they can do besides try and apply shitty makeup) and play a poor mockery of dress up with old night guard outfits, and talk trash about the night guards and the other animatronics, along with starting their Evil Plotting (i lied, that's all you get of ennard)

ft. freddy, ft. foxy, lolbit, and bonbon have the equivalent of middle school boy sleepovers on steroids. they steal workers' phones to try and record tiktoks like they've seen "the modern youth" (- lolbit) do, and cause overall destruction to the location. they just do the stupid stuff you'd think of when you hear the saying "girls live longer than men for a reason," because they're accidentally setting stoves on fire and struggling to operate the fire extinguisher, and at one point, lolbit accidentally turned every single light in the entire building into a non-stop strobe light for a solid two hours, until the system had to be restarted (thanks, handunit.)

yeah they're all deranged and silly and totally not killer machines at all thank you for coming to my ted talk

[away-ward]

Okay, here is a mean one. How do you think the Horseman would react if anything happened to their kids, and how would that affect their relationship with each other and their significant other?

So…when I get these messages on my phone, I can really only see the first line. “Here’s a mean one…” I about had a heart attack thinking of the drama I was about to open. It was a huge sigh of relief to see this.

I think Kai it best when talking to Tavi. “Your parents wouldn’t be happy if you cracked your little skull open…Your dad wouldn’t be able to take it.” And then there was the whole kidnapping thing and murdering thing…anyway...

This is true for all of them. Each of these parents are devoted to their children. It’s not unusual for parents to find it difficult to stay together after losing a child, but I don’t think that’s the case here. All of the couples would stay together. As before, the only thing that could separate them at this point is death.

Michael, I think would become even more strict and obsessed with safety. Similar to how he was in HA with Rika – constantly wanting to know where she was, who she was with, who Kai was letting around her. Catch him implanting GPS trackers on all his remaining family and hiring security detail just to go to and from school and work.

Rika, a bit more reasonable but still sick with pain. However, they are an unusual case. Total headcanon, but considering Rika’s issues with conceiving, it’s more than likely that before they got Aaron, they had at least one miscarriage. I’m not sure if they would have told the group, but it’s possible Rika and Michael have already lost a child that they very much wanted.

Together, Michael would pull away from Rika at first. He needs to process the loss on his own and figure out which steps he needs to take to move his family forward. This is a problem, because Rika will let him pull away. At the same time, she'll try to deal with things on her own. They could risk pulling in different directions. Of all the couples, they're the ones most likely to let the death of either Aaron or Athos divide them.

Kai thinks he’s owed certain things because he came from a good home and “listened” to guidance. Losing a child would be another injustice in his eye, and he'd respond with an anger his friends hadn't ever seen before. In his view, he's worked hard for a good life, and suffered enough. That should count for something. He would lash out at his friends, probably for a while. I see a darkness settling on Kai that would never go away if he lost either of his children. He'd developing an even harder shell to get around. Think of what Michael experienced in Corrupt with him, times, like, 100.

Banks would be hard too. I see her as being very protective of her children. She’s worked so hard to get to the point she’s at where she’s happy, to have that taken way might kill something inside her. She doesn't open up with people; she doesn't want to hear pathetic attempts at sympathy, especially if the person didn't know either of her children. However, I also think she’ll find a way to stand tall. This might the area she does better than Kai, because she can at least deal with not getting everything she wants, having dealt with it all her life. Her fury is quiet, but it's there. She just swallows it better.

Together, they're stronger. While Kai is shut down with is friends and family, he is able to open up with Banks. In return, Banks doesn't see him as weak, but instead her strengthen. They talk about how they're feeling. They share memories. They hold each other. They're emotions are for them to know and not for others. Separating never even comes up in their minds.

If Kai’s anger makes him cold, Damon’s anger makes him an inferno. He’d be full of rage towards the world. In turn, he'd cling even more to what remains in his control. Damon doesn't claim to have a favorite, and while the loss of any of his children would be devastating, Ivar and Tavi are especially close to him. He might go a little insane if something happened to them. If it was one of his middle son's, still insane, but able to handle it a smidgen better.

Winter would be able to accept comfort and help from others, but her main concern would be keeping Damon from going off the rails and monitoring how her remaining children are dealing with the loss of their sibling. They are, after all, all Damon's offspring and as she has learned, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree where the Torrance's are concerned.

Together, Damon would never let Winter go. Even on their worst days, when he's angry and lashing out and she's shutting down, refusing to let him in, they work through it. Sometimes working through it is using blunt force, where they scream at each other about their loss and then end up having rough sex as a form of comfort. However, they never blame the other for what happened.

Emmy might be a little lost for a while. She'd find it difficult to focus at work, her projects would fall behind. Little things would throw her off, and she push back any comfort offered to her, shutting people out. She'll bounce back eventually, because she knows her life didn't end, and she's still has others depending on her to be a great mom. Still, a part of her might wonder of why she specifically had to deal with so much death. If she didn't have a complex already, this might give her one.

Will would have to level-up to provide both physical and moral support in ways he didn't before. He'd feel it was his duty to keep her from going overboard in her grief, while also dealing with is own. He would lean heavily on others for help, support, and comfort, and he'd do this without seeing it as a weakness.

Together, Will would struggle at first with just how hard Emmy was shutting him out, and how hard to push against her walls. In his logic, she's done this before; she knows her process, so he should let her go through her process of grief. It may even appear to others that they're at a breaking point. At times, Will might fear that he's lost her, and Emmy might momentarily give up the fight. But Will refuses to let her go and Emmy will accept him, knowing she can't push him out and survive this.

love to know your thoughts and headcanons

-Ko

[driftingvoid-155]

Do you have any good fnaf Fan fiction recommendations?

Oh lord, where do I even begin lol. There’s so many good ones out there.

His Empire of Dirt by pearlandpine. One of my favorites. Made me feel emotions I didn’t even know I had. 10/10. Basically, time travel Michael fic who goes back in time and tries to change the path that his father is on.

Eye of the Hurricane by ghostlychances ( @gh0stlychances ). If you like jeremike, I cannot recommend this one enough. Another one of my favs and don’t let the large word count scare you. Everyone of those chapters is an absolute banger that will leave you wanting more. Really dives into the lives of Mike and Jeremy and their relationship together as Mike tries and hunts down his dad. I also recommend this authors other fnaf fics too. They’re all so good.

Literally all of Lucius01 ( @panaramic-art ) fics. Idk how they do it but every single one of their aus is amazing and immediately draws me in and every chapter they post has me running to ao3. I think my favorite of theirs tho is Life of a Living Corpse as it’s the fic that actually got me hooked on jeremike as a couple.

Caught to the Bone, the Rise of Foxtrap by Shadow_Joker ( @shadowjokerao3 ). AU where when working in fazbear frights, William actually manages to get the better of Mike and traps him in an old springlock Foxy suit which he then possesses. I absolutely love the concept and the author does such an amazing job writing it. I also recommend their other fics as well, they have plenty more fnaf ones and they’re all must reads in my eyes.

Yes, We Take Walk-Ins by IDs_Fantasy & LizardsInTheGarden. I love the concept of Mike being like ‘huh, what can I do to fix what Ennard did to me’ and deciding going to a taxidermist was his best option. Every chapter of that fic is an absolute treat and I await anymore that the authors decide to write.

PSA: Don’t Let Stupid Dead People Run Pizzerias by Quetzal1553. Literally one of the funniest crack aus I’ve ever read. Plot is basically Michael fucking up running the pizzeria in fnaf 6 in every way possible. Leaves my dying laughing every time I reread it.

Left Undone by PetePepsi. Fic that focuses on Mike and a crew, which includes Phone Dude, building and running Fazbear Frights. It’s not too far along but I’m already hooked on the concept and eagerly await any updates.

You Won’t Die (You Never Have Before) by PrinceJakeFireCake. Another half crack fic that I love to pieces. Immortal Mike who just dies constantly and gets up and walks away from it each time, completely unbothered.

Lights! Camera! Action! by AshstoAshs. Fic that was recently recommended to me that I absolutely tore through reading. After being scooped, Mike possesses Funtime Chica and from there escapes and runs into Jeremy who decides to try and help him out.

Breaking and Reentering by biteof22. Just some Jeremike shenanigans of them breaking back into sister location.

William D’Afton: A Less Terrible Father (Than His Contemporaries) by PrinceJakeFireCake. Chaotic Michael, clueless Will, ‘would help his bff hide a body if that body is the neighbor he hates’ Henry. Everything is chaos here and it is great. I would literally read a million more words of this AU if the author decided to write it.

People Like Him by WTFGayLittleZooid. Fic where the night shift workers of fnaf Mike, Jeremy, and Fritz all meet up to talk about their time spent surviving five nights at Freddy’s. One of the first fnaf fics I ever read and one I go back to reread ever so often.

Sorry this got long. There’s just so many that I love and so many I didn’t even get to add here seeing as my bookmarked fnaf fics total over a hundred lol. I do hope that if you’re looking for something to read, one of these manages to catch your eye :)

[fyrefrostanimus]

I still need to finish full references for most of the characters in the Everyone Lives AU but I might as well infodump what I know about the FNaF 6 cast after the fire if anyone wants to read it.

Michael

So, Frailty's remnant logic. If you know you know, if you don't it basically means that he recovers really quickly because molten soul metal is a hell of a drug. Mike actually didn't start recovering until AFTER the fire, since most of his body was rotten to the point it would take forever. Then the fire burned the parts that were stopping the remnant from really working (as you may guess it did not burn as Henry had anticipated) and it really was a shock when Michael passed out in the middle of the floor in front of everyone because his lungs just completely reformed and he hadn't needed to breathe in so long he'd just forgotten.

After he fully recovered (basically he looks like a normal human being again), his eyes took on a silver tone instead of the previous gray-blue. A little nod to the Silver Eyes trilogy even if it's just me taking the name literally.

Honestly way too much of Mike's stuff here is just "yeah this is how having remnant in his bloodstream affects him", so last one: while ghosts just phase through most people, Michael's a solid object (usually ghosts can only physically interact with other ghosts/directly haunted objects). Also he's kinda stuck being 23 forever.

Michael really likes Mother Mother, his favorite album is O My Heart. This might seem random but just listen to Body and you'll probably get it.

Since this AU came from nostalgia from an ask blog I used to frequent, he figures out that the older animatronics are still out there and goes around collecting them one way or another.

Henry

Charlie kinda shoved his soul into Lefty. She refuses to elaborate why to him.

Henry's a bit upset that he's still here, but maybe that's a good thing since no one else seemed to die in the fire.

Charlie

Her main reason for shoving her dad into Lefty was that THIS being his solution to keep her there pissed her off. Before you get on me for mischaracterizing her, imagine trying to fall asleep, but whenever you're about to nod off something wakes you up again so you're just constantly cranky from being tired for a whole week. That's basically what it was like insider Lefty for her.

She was inside the Puppet for a week before leaving it, and most of that time was spent inside a cardboard box that Michael was about to put into recycling. Box is box and Charlie was tired.

Charlie can interact more with the physical world, unlike most ghosts (eg. picking objects up, having more choice in when she phases through things, etc.).

William

He's just completely out. Everyone else could at least move after the fire (although Mike did have one of his legs charred to the point it crumbled when he tried to walk on it), but he's in UCN right now. Elizabeth in CB had to carry him out of the building.

William does still twitch occasionally, so he's obviously not dead. To reduce suspicion from the house smelling like someone died inside, they keep him in the basement and check on him once in a while to see if he woke up.

Elizabeth and Circus Baby

I got a lot to say on Elizabeth, honestly the reason I made this post was because I thought about her a lot while drawing her and I didn't want to forget it. Eventually I just decided "screw it, this IS the main AU I think about anyways so why not give everyone who wants to know an intro?". I'll color the text as it corresponds to each (green for Liz, blue for CB).

Originally she planned on only staying at Michael's house until William woke up and they split off (not like she would tell him). Elizabeth only stayed longer because it became really apparent that he wasn't getting up for a long while and she didn't want to leave without William.

She died in 1987 shortly after the second Missing Childrens Incident, and hadn't actually left Circus Baby until after the fire. So she spent about 36 years with no break inside the 7-foot-tall robot, and was extremely used to that. Once she's out and herself again, Elizabeth is suddenly about 4 feet tall and feels completely different. The closest thing I think to how she'd feel is weak/defenseless.

Michael managed to tell Elizabeth that William full well knew that Circus Baby would kill her if she went near it because that's what she was created to do, even having an emergency override: he just didn't pay enough attention to use it in time. She does end up believing this but it left her in a situation where she just couldn't trust anyone in the house for a while. William was shown to not really care about her as much as she thought he did, and she still didn't trust Michael. Elizabeth didn't trust Henry or Charlie either, and the rest of the Funtimes kicked Circus Baby (and by extension her) out to survive on her own. Eventually she built enough trust with everyone but it really did take a while.

The original MCI kids and Evan show up eventually, and Elizabeth subconsciously would count them and only really interact closely with one at a time when it was just the two of them. It's a habit she picked up from her time in Circus Baby and I don't think it really ever left her. So Elizabeth looks really shy at first, but really she's just functioning off of something that she has for years.

Circus Baby is still Scrap Baby when it comes to looks, but still goes by her normal name.

She has the claw on her right arm but no actual reason to use it, so sometimes she'll clamp down on something and not let go just for fun. This annoys basically everyone else since occasionally it will be one of their arms.

CB and Elizabeth still get along really well. CB's the only one Elizabeth trusts during that time period where no one else seemed trustworthy.

Everyone just calls Circus Baby either by her full name or CB (like I did here sometimes). But no one under any circumstances calls her just Baby. More from their own preference.

Molten Freddy

The Funtimes (minus Circus Baby who is still exiled) aren't exactly Molten Freddy anymore. They separated into their different characters again but take their sweet time figuring out how to take a form other than just a blob again. They'll figure it out eventually.

By eventually, I mean when Michael finally caves and goes back to the bunker for their casings. If Circus Baby can do it and not get locked back in, there's no way he can't (I would not doubt that the remains of his previous internal organs are still there, but he wasn't thinking about that part).

They get really excited seeing some of the most mundane slice-of-life things. Mike's building a LEGO set since he hasn't had enough time to do so in a while? They're immediately over there watching. The Funtimes probably haven't seen vents that aren't large enough for a grown man to crawl through and are questioning about why they exist if not as a mode of quick transportation around the house.

The Rockstars

Not much about them, but there's some notable things about the Rockstars I wanted to put here to finish this post off.

Rockstar Freddy's fucking dead. I'm not even holding back, he overheated in the fire and no amount of repairs are going to bring him back (UCN reference lol).

All the surviving Rockstars have some pretty bad fire damage, but none of them really care about it. The nice part of not having as much of a programmed personality is that you don't care how you look quite as much.

With Freddy gone, Rockstar Bonnie and Foxy do vocals together. Despite their grouping being called the Rockstars they actually do more country songs than anything.

[tache-noire]

fuck it horror bishoujo headcanons

k so if you're not aware, there's a line of statues from Kotobukiya that are horror movie characters turned into sexy anime girls

i've decided all of them are lesbians. Here's all my headcanons about them.

Freddy: Horrible brat who loves to rile up Big Women. Jason is her favorite :) She often goes too far and just pisses them off, and has to pretend like that was her goal all along.

Jason: besties with Bubba, kind of maybe friends with Michael? In lesbians with Edward but they're both severely lacking in the communication and experience departments.

Bubba: besties with Jason! Thinks Chucky is very cute in a little sister kind of way, which he hates. Tiffany thinks it's funny though. Likes Ash because she has a chainsaw too (and is hot).

Michael: A little too busy stalking her sister. She tolerates Jason but mostly doesn't like anyone.

Chucky and Tiffany: Ok so actually, they're still straight. Chucky transferred to a female body in Cult Of Chucky, and after testing it out with Tiffany, decided he likes it. But doesn't consider himself a woman. After being stuck as a doll for so long, he got really used to being small, and Tiffany liked him with red hair, so they found him a better vessel. They're married :) Tiffany still has a thing for goths though, and flirts with Edward and Pinhead sometimes until Chucky drags her away. It's all for fun though, she's not serious about them.

Beetlejuice: 100% messy bitch. She's the one who would write all this out because she's in everyone's business and trying to start drama all the damn time. She's fucked almost everybody, except for Pinhead, Chucky, and Tiffany. Her favorite passtime is watching Freddy absolutely blow it with Jason, and then pity-fucking her. But they're not "together."

Pinhead and Pennywise: They're exclusive and yet not even together at all. Two immortal creatures that have been circling each other for millennia (I'm conveniently ignoring hellraiser lore, yes. Shut up. Maybe time moves faster in her dimension). The rest of the girls have placed bets on who will make the first move, and are constantly trying to push them. Pinhead thinks Tiffany is very cute, especially when she tries to scare her off by promising to torture her and she just giggles and calls her a charmer. Pennywise gets VERY jealous about this.

Edward: Not available. She claims she has a girlfriend, but nobody's ever met her, and she doesn't like to talk about her (or much at all). She does understand that Jason is trying to court her because they have the same love language (gifts and acts of service), but she's not ready to accept it yet. Maybe someday. She gets very flustered when Tiffany flirts with her and doesn't know how to react.

Ash: Token straight. Mostly. Probably. Sometimes girls are Really pretty.