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[sundownsudd]

You don’t understand, I’m obsessed with this version of Nanami. I oh so desperately need him to rearrange my guts and then send me a platter of milk chocolate with a glass of milk afterwards.

the duke nanami drabbles are insane i am frothing at the mouth why is this so hot like keep em coming babe ur a genius for this

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ duke!nanami x reader ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.

notes: I am so glad you guys are enjoying this idea! this was one that's been lingering in my head, so I decided to write something short & sweet for you all x

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: arranged marriage; tension; alludes to smut

your face grows hotter still - it must be the corset, you think. the strings squeezing into your ribs and making your heart flutter aggressively in your chest. it has to be that and not the heat of your husband's gaze staring at you from across the room.

because that’s the only explanation you have as to why you bolted all the way upstairs to your bedroom while in the middle of hosting a dinner.

you remove your gloves with a shaky hand, your fingers touching the frill of your collar.

you exhale, the warmth another set of fingers around your neck. but then you hear it, a soft click from the door behind you, making you spin on your heel in sudden shock.

“kento” you greet, enunciating each letter as your mouth goes dry at sight of him in his well-tailored suit, his blonde hair coiffed perfectly and reminding you of how it feels between your fingers when he’s inside you.

“are you alright?” he asks softly, tenderly. with a care that only a husband would. except other than the title and your bedroom relations, you still don’t know much about him.

it’s only been two months. this is still very, very new.

“yes,” you answer breathlessly, “I think, my lady must have tied it a bit too tight.”

your husband hums, an unfamiliar expression passing through him, one that your innocent mind won’t be able to comprehend as to why knots and binds would trigger that kind of reaction.

“let me help.”

he walks towards you, helps lift your hand up from the dresser and maneuvers you to the wall. he sets your back against it, his expert fingers unfastening the buttons around your neck and down your torso.

“this is far too much clothing for my liking, you know most women don’t dress this conservatively…” he speaks, his tone lighthearted but honest.

your cheeks burn. “mama told me that a lady should never expose herself to anyone other than her husband”

a hint of a smile tickles the corner of his lips. “a little skin is fine. I actually wouldn’t mind it. besides, I can’t have my wife passing out in the foyer because of all this fabric…”

you almost moan with relief when you feel the first layer of fabric fall to your feet, leaving you standing with your arms exposed, your torso cinched by the corset which is layered over a thin, white cotton dress.

your husband inches closer. “turn around,” he whispers.

you do, pressing your forehead to the wall because the scent of his aftershave makes you dizzy.

he tugs at your lace and groans, but you can’t see the furrow of his brows.

“far too tight,” he mumbles, and you clench your thighs together because he allowed those same words to slip from his lips when he first entered you on your wedding night.

slowly but surely, you start feeling a release - the boning easing against your stomach, your ribs, your back…

you sigh, your eyes fluttering close as your husband takes off your corset. leaving you in your sheer dress.

two hands find your waist, your nipples hardening at his touch. “there,” kento coos, “better?”

you’re still so very hot, but at least you can breathe.

he spins you around, your hands clutching the lapels of his suit. his eyes instantly take you in, falling to your chest exposed by the see through fabric.

he licks his lips, unable to help himself. arching forward, he places a kiss just above your left breast, and another on the side of your neck.

“better?” he repeats.

you stutter a “mhmm”, coiling your limbs around him like it’s natural.

his lips brush yours, his teeth nipping at your bottom covered in rouge. you part your lips, and he slides his tongue capturing you for a kiss and effectively ruining your make up. but you don’t care because your sinking, your body only propped up by the wall and your husband’s arms. your tongue drinking him up to cool you off.

“kento,” you pant, “our guests”

“an inconvenience,” he groans into another kiss, “I’ll be down to dismiss them shortly-“

you pull away, your hands finding his jaw and mouth painted in red. your thumb traces over the evidence of the kiss, your eyes sparkling with hesitation when you gaze up at him.

he chuckles, and circles his finger around your wrist to kiss your pulse point. “don’t worry, I’ll freshen up first, darling.”

his other hand slips between your leg, and he presses the fabric up against your slit, catching your arousal and feeling the material dampen slightly.

he rubs his nose over yours, “get ready for bed,” he speaks, his tone dripping in honey, his fingers pushing the fabric between your lips. “I’ll join you as soon as I can”

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This felt incredibly intimate, and I love how cock warming between that two doesn't always lead to sex and that it's something that's just domestic and satisfying. It's sort of refreshing to see.

could i request cockwarming with offender? unless its already been done and i just couldn't find it

I feel like this is a lot more tame than one might expect, but it's just my honest opinion on how Fen views it, so I hope you enjoy :) I always love writing for my big romantic guy~

To Offender, cock warming is more of an act of intimacy than what a typical sexual activity might be. If the two of you just wanted to have sex you could do that, but just resting together like that feels so intimate and relaxing to him, so his mind sort of categorizes it differently. I think Offender enjoys it a lot with you when you've been together a while, but I also think he does it more frequently when the two of you are in your earlier stages of doing intimate things together. As an eldritch being, he's got a pretty hefty size, and so it's a way for the two of you to test the waters and get used to having him inside of you without you having to have full sex.

I think he wouldn't even fully start out with you having to take him fully inside. The two of you can lay down together, and he'll just slip himself between your legs and rest there with you applying pressure with your thighs, that way you can work up gradually. After a while of you guys doing that, he'll make sure he has in general stretched you out a bit with his fingers (and probably some toys as well because it's gonna be a tight fit), and he'll slip partially inside of you. He doesn't want to go all the way in on the first try as again, eldritch-sized dick, and he doesn't want to stress your body out. You'll have multiple times together where he gradually gets you more and more used to the size of his cock, until he can fit himself inside of you, and the two of you can go from there. Once you're used to cock warming him in any capacity though, like I said, he loves just doing it as a general act of intimacy rather than only something leading to or following sex.

He views it as a very intimate way to be close to you and cuddle up to you. Watching a movie or a show together and want to be a bit closer? Let him slide between your legs or inside you for a more intimate viewing experience. Taking a bath together and wanna make it a bit more romantic? Sit in his lap and let him slip between or inside of you while you relax amongst the warm water and bubbles. Or, when you're laying in bed together at the end of the night, talking about how your days went and your plans for the rest of the week, just let him do the same thing, and it feels so calming and intimate to be able to do domestic things like that with you while you're cock warming him, and it's one of his all-time favorite activities. Cock warming could lead to sex if the two of you are getting a bit too worked up and desperate, but it doesn't necessarily have to. There are plenty of nights where you might even just end up falling asleep together like that, or where you just spoon like that for a while before just moving on and going about the rest of your night in a normal fashion. While Fen is always down to do something sexual, he does enjoy just having normal intimate moments like that where it's not expected that you have to have sex with him. He just wants you to feel intimate and happy with him as a partner, and he always lets you make the decision of if it's just a little bit of intimate snuggling, or if you'd like it to escalate any further. Regardless, he's just happy and content to be able to be so close to you and feel your warmth around him, no matter how the night ends up finishing.

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I love these four so, so much, so having them together is great! I'm lowkey surprised that Hoodie is one of the more submissive people in this relationship, but it makes sense given how you write his character.

yo dude! first of all, wanted 2 say your writing is actually some of the best ive seen. love your characterization and how well you write characters and just UGH cant get enough!!

with that out of the way i did want to request tim/masky x reader x brian/hoodie poly relationships headcannons or anything really! im just in love w the two and cannot i guess, pick or choose one i love more. and i have two hands 4 a reason! SO i just wanted to see how something like that would play out, if it would work out at all.

thanks so much in advance!

omg your kind words mean literally the world to me im so so happy to receive such generous feedback... THANKS

was i lowkey waiting for such a request? hm... maybe. I loved writing this entire thing and it gave me lots of opportunies to flesh out my vision :33 enjoy <3

ps. i sort of hahah um... added suggestive headcanons (its not smut because it wasn't requested, don't worry, but yea just so you know this was just me)

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poly relationship dynamics headcanons

features: timothy w. [masky], brian t. [hoodie]

reader: not specified

warnings: mental health issues, somewhat suggestive

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You are in a relationship with Tim and Brian (and… Masky and Hoodie… yep) - dynamics headcanons

If you dated Tim first, I don’t think such a dynamic would work out because introducing someone else to your perfectly fine relationship would honestly break him a little. He would second-guess himself constantly, thinking that something he did caused your love for Brian to blossom. He’s also anxious enough to bitterly suggest you date his best friend instead because Tim is just that insecure – even if he trusts Brian wholeheartedly. Tim 100% believes that he pales in comparison to… everybody else and that it’s only a matter of time before you grow tired of him and commit to Brian instead. Do not recommend.

So… realistically, I think getting into a poly relationship with these guys would only work out if you dated Brian first. He’s way more secure in his masculinity and in-tune with the relationship he has with himself – he would honestly be eager to invite Tim if you’re okay with it. He trusts Tim and he clearly noticed that his best friend had developed some… feelings for you (and if it had been anybody else Brian + Hoodie would have been incredibly jealous over such strong affections, with Tim though… your boyfriend might just suggest being in a throuple first!)

Brian doesn’t offer bringing Tim into the relationship out of disloyalty or anything – the complete opposite, really! He loves you so much that he sees you longing for something that neither he nor Hoodie could ever give you… something more like… Timothy Wright.

That way, I might just think it would boost Tim’s confidence. Yes, he has noticed you. Yes, he kind of developed this huge crush on you, but he wouldn’t have ever believed that you would want him, too… even alongside his best friend and most trusted companion. He can hardly believe his luck. He might be a bit skeptical about a poly relationship at first, but he’ll warm up to the idea quite quickly… he never experimented with his sexuality before, so do give him some time. Because he’ll be so awkward for the first weeks.

I think these two complete each other quite well and that your poly relationship can thus last rather easily. Tim isn’t the best communicator, but Brian is. The latter isn’t exactly keen on being emotionally vulnerable, but Tim is, for example.

Brian would, in this dynamic, likely become the most dominant partner in the relationship. He’s level-headed, intelligent and a realist; he isn’t easily swayed by emotions and he just… knows what you need. He’s in control of most situations and he navigates around your needs with ease. He nurtures you in particular and knows that you will always fall apart at his hands, no matter what. Brian loves being in control and it fulfills a bit of a primal power fantasy of his to toy with you and ask Tim to do the same to you. He has you both at his mercy and he’ll thrive in the relationship because it’s so apparent that he’s the one who gets to make most of the decisions. He is rarely discredited – and never without good reason. Dare I say that this is exciting for him.

Tim, on the other hand, would be a slave to your every whim. You have him wrapped around your finger… and even though he might act annoyed with you or refuse you sometime, he’ll always come back to fulfill your wishes if they are reasonable. He loves making you happy, he derives a lot of his gratification of being useful to someone else and being guided by their dreams in life. It also just might turn him on that you… chose him at all, as sad as it sounds. You had Brian and yet you still wanted him – it has his heart racing at times. If they weren’t such good friends, Tim might actually feel indebted to that weirdo. Heh.

Now let’s address the elephant in the room… Masky and Hoodie.

Masky is incredibly, incredibly possessive. Whenever you’re dealing with him, you’re getting monopolized and he doesn’t care about anybody’s feelings. His love is almost suffocating because he doesn’t understand it himself – all those emotions were dormant in him and only awakened when Tim was somewhat freed from the shackles of the Operator… So he’s new to all of this. Masky does not understand any feelings aside from fear and anger. He is clueless… so he may attribute his love for you to the feeling of fear of losing you, which makes him unpredictably protective to a concerning degree. He is not doing well, mentally speaking. Probably the worst out of everyone, and he can be a major dick about everything. His empathy is very, very low… so he might start arguments with you, but he… loves you nonetheless.

This love might just push him over the edge to consider changing his ways. At the same time, Masky and Tim are, at their core, the same person, which is why they both feel incredibly anxious about committing to bettering themselves… because what if one of them vanishes? They both feel like this misery had such a death grip on them that it infected their personalities… but whenever you tell them that you love them with those sincere eyes and loving kindness in your voice… they can take on the world.

Hoodie, on the other hand, is meek. He is shy and fears breaking you, which makes him the least dominant person out of everyone. He agrees to and with your everything – he is so scared of losing this precious feeling that he would let you walk all over him. It’s easy to spot when it’s Hoodie you’re talking to and not Brian, precisely because… Hoodie doesn’t talk. You may have to push him to cater to his own needs sometimes, because Hoodie would rather die than to become this monster of a killing machine ever again, which leaves him a puddle of fears. Fears dying, fears being disliked, fears being inadequate – the list goes on. Brian projects so much confidence since every negative emotion funneled straight into Hoodie’s existence. They are both apathetic – Brian doesn’t care about life because he’s cynical, Hoodie doesn’t care about life because he believes he deserves every punishment there is… but they are united in their mission to make yours worthwhile.

So, ironically, here’s the hierarchy in your poly relationship – who gets to make the decisions and is listened to most of the time… either begrudgingly or enthusiastically: Masky – Brian – you – Tim – Hoodie.

Masky’s love is all-engulfing, his kisses are passionate and draw you in. He wants to own you.

Brian’s love is protective and firm, his kisses are mischievous and leave you breathless. He craves your weakness for him.

Tim’s love is gentle and kind, his kisses range from chaste to desperate as he’s mainly driven by fear. He views you as his beacon of hope.

Hoodie’s love is quiet and innocent, his kisses are fleeting and leave you wanting more. He never wants to miss you again.

…oopsie:

Masky is a borderline sadistic dom. Wouldn’t ever sub.

Brian is a daddy dom. Would sub if asked.

Tim is a switch, but slightly leans toward service dom.

Hoodie is a sub.

Hope… you can handle that. >:3

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Aww, this was pretty comforting, and seeing Zalgo confused about what Reader was saying but still wanting to hold her was so cute!!

Inbox is open! Let's see if my request is accepted 😅

So! Can I request Jane, Jeff, and Zalgo's reaction to their s/o burrowing their chest because "world hard and cold, titty soft and warm." This is with the assumption that they're comfortable with this level of physical affection.

Your request is accepted, and incredibly appreciated. I thrive on this stuff anon, thank you 🥺

Jane:

Jane has come to find this behavior of yours incredibly amusing. It's come to the point that when she sees you approaching her with any sort of sadness on your face she opens her arms wide and beckons you to her with a smile. She'll probably squish you into her chest real nice and tight with a laugh before relaxing back with you. I think she enjoys cuddling with you like that, laying on her side with your face smooshed up in her chest. She lays there with you, running one hand through your hair and the other doing comforting strokes up and down your back. She'll ask you if you want to talk about anything, and if you do (your voice muffled by the tits you have your face buried into) she listens attentively and responds in any helpful way that she can in an attempt to soothe your worries.

If you're not into talking about whatever is stressing you, she alternates between resting in silence with you, telling you stories about her days she hasn't shared yet, or maybe even humming or singing you a song as she holds you. With Jane's treatment, it's honestly damn hard not to fall asleep in her arms like that, and she'll stay in that position with you until you wake up, often falling asleep with you. Whenever you're feeling stressed she always tells you you're welcome to bury yourself in her chest, because sometimes all you need to feel better is a face full of soft tits, which makes you flustered and makes her laugh really hard. She might tease you for it every now and then, but it makes her just as happy and relaxed to have you snuggled up to her like that.

Jeff:

Jeff welcomes any sort of affection from you, especially if you're not feeling well, however, he was not prepared for what greeted him today. He'd just gotten home and had jogged up to greet you, his arms open for a hug, but he didn't know you'd just walk right up and shove your face into his chest, nuzzling into him. He chuckles but asks what you're doing, and when you say that special phrase, "world hard and cold, titty soft and warm", he can't help but burst out into loud laughter. His pecs are big enough that you can kind of move them around a little too when they're not flexed, so if you try and squish his pecs around or up to your face it makes him laugh even harder.

He's quick to scoop you up and carry you to bed, and he'll lay on his back with you resting on top of him and let you cuddle into him as much as you want to, however, you have to deal with him repeatedly gushing over how cute you are and teasing you for doing this in the first place, but he doesn't discourage it at all. If anything, he tells you it makes him happy he can bring you so much comfort, and he reminds you that if you ever need cuddle time all you have to do is ask. He'll keep you safe from the cold hard world and provide you with as much attention as you need. Really, he's just flustered from you doing that to him, and so incredibly happy to have a silly partner like you that makes him feel so loved and cherished. Will also probably tease you by asking you every now and then if you need "titty time" as he's started calling it.

Zalgo:

Often stuck in his office, you usually have to approach Zalgo to ask for snuggles, and of course, he always obliges you, happy to be able to get some physical affection despite his busy work life. When he asks what's troubling you, I would absolutely tell him the same phrase, because while it'll make Jeff/Jane laugh, it makes Zalgo SO confused. He just attributes it as a human thing, and hesitantly tells you, "You may cuddle up to my, uh... 'Tits' if you wish to, my love, if it would make you happy." Which is just about one of the funniest things you'll probably hear come out of his mouth, especially with how unconfident he sounds and the fact that he's clearly blushing, but he's just happy you find his love and affection so calming, especially considering his status as a demon.

You can crawl right into his lap while he works and smoosh your face into his chest, and he'll cradle you with one arm while he uses the other to continue doing his work. He'll probably carry out some small talk with you, happy to have a bit of extra time with you, and he'll ask you to tell him about all of the things you've been up to recently, cherishing moments like this. In fact, with how stressed you seem, he's probably likely to end work a little early so he can spoil you with a nice relaxing bath and some more cuddles in the privacy of your shared bedroom, so he can love on you and not have to worry about work at the same time. His chest is yours to cuddle up to whenever need be, so don't hesitate to ask him.

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I just know Jason and Reader's wedding would be such a huge event and look absolutely magical!

Personally, I would love my wedding dress to be a surprise, so Tenderman would be the one who is crafting my dress; however, I would like Jason to create some accessories for me to wear, which I think would mean he and Tender would need to coordinate a bit to make sure those accessories would work well with the dress, all the while Tender attempts to reveal as little information as he can on what the dress looks like.

Can I request headcanons about Jason when he start organizing everything for his wedding with the reader? Not that specific day, I mean when the reader agrees to marry him and this man starts planning everything, I wonder what it will be like 👀

This got a bit long, but I hope you enjoy :)

Jason is SO FUCKING EXCITED to plan your wedding?? I mean the guy likes creating and organizing things, and so your wedding is like the magnum opus of all of the things he's ever wanted to do, especially because he gets to do it with you. As I have said before though, in any request about marrying Jason, your wedding is going to have to be pretty big. Jason has a reputation he's made and clawed his way up to the higher class society of the Underworld, and there are quite a lot of higher class demons and eldritch beings expecting invitations to your wedding once it's announced that the two of you are engaged. However, now that this thought is finally occurring to me, I think if you'd like to have a secret smaller wedding first with just you two and your closest friends and families, he's absolutely fine with that and would plan accordingly. He's very put together and mature about how he handles things, and he has such an eye for details that he wouldn't forget anything or let anything slip past him and end up incorrect.

Due to this, for the big wedding, Jason ends up quite particular. I've always seen the reception in my head happening in a very large and open ballroom, and I think he'd like the actual ceremony to be in a beautiful, open field with lots of flowers and trees surrounding you. I think he'd want the wedding colors to be red and black, but if you'd like different colors Jason is also fine to do a split theme. He does ask your opinion on literally everything he does because as much as he loves planning things, it is your day as well. When it comes to the flowers, I think he'd actually default to your opinion. He may want a say in the color, but when it comes to the actual flowers he wants them to be your favorite flowers. If you suggest doing half your favorites, and half of them his favorites, he feels quite flustered and happy about that and is very willing to go with that idea. I feel like he would also leave most of the menu up to you as well. It's taking place in the Underworld, but if you want all of your favorite human dishes to make up the entire menu, he wouldn't mind, as he'd want you to be able to eat and enjoy every single food item the two of you would have there.

When it comes to desserts, I think he'd want the entire wedding cake to be for just the two of you. It's something I personally have seen at a couple of weddings, and I feel like Jason would absolutely love it. When it comes to the guests, you can have separate cakes and other desserts for them to enjoy that the two of you could also partake in, but the actual wedding cake Jason feels would be more special if the two of you picked a flavor you both liked and had a small, personal cake of for the two of you to cut and eat together. Jason would also TOTALLY hand make little wedding toppers that look like the two of you. When it comes to the outfits the two of you will be wearing, Jason wants to definitely make his own outfit himself. When it comes to yours, if you'd indulge him and be okay with it, Jason would really, truly love it if you'd let him make your own outfit so the two of you could match. However, if you insist it has to be a secret from him, he would probably request that you allow Trender to make it (as Trender is pretty much one of the only fashion designers in the Underworld Jason trusts), and he'd give Trender Jason's plans for his own outfit, that way even if it's not exactly what Jason wanted, the two of you could still match (I would just let Jason do it personally though if you really could). When it comes to music, he'd let you both go 50/50 on the playlists, and I think he'd let you choose the first dance song. While Jason wants creative freedom in the wedding, he's definitely not a groomzilla of any sort, and he is very fair and open with whatever you might like to be in the wedding as well. He views it as a day for both of you and thinks you should both be equally happy with the ceremony and reception. He loves you more than anything in the entire universe, and he truly just wants the wedding to be done and over with so he can call you his spouse both emotionally and legally, and get started on spending the rest of your lives together.

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This felt very healing in a sense. It's nice reading about how teenage Reader is slowly healing and learning how to grow in a healthy manner with a good support system.

Can I get headcanons for a teen reader who’s like Himiko Toga(Mha) for Slender, Helen and BEN? I know you did one already but could you focus this one more on the fact that reader is an actual teenager who doesn’t mean to be creepy. reader just wants to love and doesn’t know how to show it?

Slender:

Slender is probably the best at it in a clinical sort of way. He's used to providing counseling to the other creeps, so it's no different when he does so with you. I think he'd have practice sessions with you where he'd ask you how you'd respond in certain situations, and he'd gently correct you if you responded in a way that was what would, in general, be considered inappropriate or overbearing to anyone. I think he'd also sort of let you practice with the other creeps as well, and either he or they would be able to gently say that something you did was too much for them. Whenever they correct you, of course, they always provide you with another way you could have responded that is much more normal and standard for people. You pick up on things pretty quickly like this and it makes Slender proud and happy to see you growing so much and settling in with everyone. The more you learn how to better express your emotions the more you grow closer and more affectionate with everyone around you. Within a few months of moving in you've made a lot of changes to the way you go about things, and Slender still gives you counseling sessions if you ever need help expressing yourself or adapting to certain feelings and situations. You grow a lot under his watch and care, and it brings him so much joy to have a new person growing and adapting in the mansion.

Helen:

I feel like Helen is helpful in an odd sort of way. Helen himself does not openly express love or affection to most people as he doesn't enjoy it, and PDA especially makes him uncomfortable, so he's almost sort of a buffer. Any of your possible attempts to show affection (in your presently odd) ways are pretty quickly shut down. I think you'd almost find yourself a bit lost, unsure of what you should be doing, and of course, Helen would end up caving at one point and he'd try and give you some advice. He'd start small, showing you bits of affection here and there to try and get you started. He pats your head when he greets you or when you've done something good, he gives you a hug when you seem to be sad or particularly lonely, he starts to give you words of encouragement and affection normal of a friend or an older sibling that start to increase your general level of happiness and familiarity. Eventually, you start to copy his general mannerisms just by experiencing them so frequently. He teaches you how to love without even directly saying that's what he's been doing. It takes a little while, but his indirect and unmentioned attempts at guiding you pay off. Of course, though, that means Helen now has to deal with you constantly showering him in said affection. He doesn't mind it as much as he says he does.

BEN:

BEN isn't quite as sure as the other two at first about what he should do to help you relax a bit more and learn to grow and show affection in more acceptable and relaxed ways. Of course, though, BEN has always prided himself on being the big brother of the mansion, and so he does what he's always done for everyone else, and he listens to you. He asks you about your feelings, the way you perceive things, the way you feel about those around you. If you say you're particularly fond of someone and want to express that to them, he asks you how you want to express it. If it's in a bad way, BEN suggests that perhaps you should try doing something else instead. He explains why your current methods are bad, and he does his best to correct you and give you multiple examples of ways you can change things. You grow to like BEN quite a lot as a sibling figure, and he tends to hover around you a lot at the mansion as you seem to be a lot more comfortable expressing yourself around him. You're still a bit clumsy at first, but with BEN there to support you, you grow and adapt pretty easily. You begin to feel much more confident, and it warms BEN's heart to see you becoming more open and expressive with those around you. He always looks out for you, and he tells you if you ever have any questions or need some advice from him, he'll always be there for you no matter what.

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The desperation that Helen and Sully felt after seeing their dressed-up partner and them just having to feel them pressed against them makes me blush!

Hello, I hope you are doing well! Can I request Sully and or Helen (if you choose both, then separately please) where they see their partner dressed up (for an event, wedding, or whatever), and you know, taking their breath away. They just look too pretty not to touch and so heavy makeout ensues. If you’re comfortable, can you make it spicy? Also, if those characters don’t inspire you, feel free to choose any other male creeps! (I want to ask this same request with a few other creeps, but I’ll do that next time your request inbox opens!)

Y e s...... I love this. Absolutely feel free next time around to request this with more creeps, I love stuff like this!

I'd say I got quite inspired considering this request got about 500 words longer than I meant it to ^^' This did indeed get QUITE a bit spicy, more than I originally intended

Helen:

Helen is a man of self-control. Not much gets to him, and he prides himself on his ability to control his emotions and hide anything he wants to be hidden. Tonight, however, was the first night that he lost and was and was unable to keep his impulses in check. You were going to an event in the Underworld, something common for those of you living in the mansion, and Helen was very proud of you, wanting to see you off before you left, but what he was not expecting was for you to look so... delicious, yes, that was the word his brain decided on. You were dressed in a brand new outfit, one you'd kept hidden from him one that accentuated your body in ways he wasn't used to, ways that rendered him speechless and left him choking on air as he glanced at you from across the room. When you asked him how you looked, smiling and twirling so he could see the full outfit, it felt like Helen lost control of himself. His strides were quick, and his lips slamming passionately onto yours were even faster. You can't help the noise of shock that slips out of you, especially when his hands begin roaming your body, caressing and squeezing in all of the right places.

Of course, you tried to put up a fight, forcibly parting from him with heaving breaths, reminding him that you were supposed to be there in thirty minutes, trying your best to resist the excitement he had flowing through you, but he laughed, that deep laugh that always caused you to tremble before him, stating that it's good to be fashionably late sometimes. You couldn't argue with that, especially not when he began peeling off your clothing, when his lips began to travel down your body, and when he pushed you onto his bed, yanking off his own clothes in the process. The second his belt hit the floor you'd given up on any possible resistance, and you allowed him to drown you in the familiarity of his pleasure, Helen not even hesitating to slip himself inside you and remind you just what it is you do to him. You did indeed end up there fashionably late, warmth on your cheeks and hickeys decorating nearly all of your visible skin.

Helen had sent you off with that same laugh, and the promise of even more when you'd get home that evening. You couldn't wait for the event to be over, your legs and pelvis sore from his earlier treatment, and from the teasing texts he kept sending you, it was obvious he craved more as well, and he'd prove it to you when you got home that night, fucking any thoughts of anything else out of your mind. He shouldn't have let you go, and he'd reinforce that into you, making sure to rut into you rough enough to make your body too sore to go anywhere else the following day. All you needed to do was let go, let him remind you just who it is you belong to, who should be the only one to see you dressed up as beautifully as that. He'd been so impatiently waiting for you to get home, and he'd be sure to take all that frustration pleasurably out on your body.

Sully:

Sully is not as good at hiding his intentions from you. He prefers to be open and honest with you, as it's something the two of you have been working on improving, so when you told him you were going out that night to an event someone you knew was hosting and asked him to give you his opinion on a new outfit you'd bought recently, Sully was more than prepared to give you his honest opinion. He was not prepared, however, for how drop-dead gorgeous you looked, and he felt as though you'd be able to kill him with how attractive you looked. He barely heard you when you asked him what he thought of your look, clearing his throat in embarrassment, all of his blood flowing to his pelvis making him a bit dizzy when confronted with the effect you had on him.

Sully told you that you looked incredible, and you could tell what you were doing to him, however, you made the mistake of teasing him, tracing your hands up his abdomen, looping your arms around his neck, and pressing a kiss to his lips. Really, you shouldn't have done that, because the next thing you knew your back was slammed into the nearest wall, his arms holding you up as he began to grind into you. The noises slipping out of you as a result of his actions spurred him on even more, both of you struggling to breathe from the sudden excitement taking over both of you. "You're not going." His words cut through the room and you'd blinked at him in confusion, not sure if you'd heard him properly. He reaffirmed his words when you asked him, his hands gripping your ass as he carried you to the bed, throwing you onto it and climbing on top of you. You're not going tonight, he told you again, that you can apologize to your friend later, but with what you're doing to him, you're not going anywhere.

Both of your outfits were thrown across the room, and his hands made quick work of silencing any of your complaints as his fingers pressed inside of you, causing any fight to be replaced with a loud moan from you. After all, how could you think of arguing when he moved his fingers in and out of you in the way he knew would always make you fall apart beneath him? You were quick instead to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him back down for more kisses, your moans continuing as you hungrily claimed his lips. It would be a long night for you, not from being at an event, but from letting Sully eagerly ravish your body, and you wouldn't even remember the event again until you woke up sore and satisfied the following morning. You could hardly move to grab your phone and apologize, not before Sully wrapped his arms around you, locking himself into you as he went on to continue from last night's events. You could apologize later after the two of you went for another couple of rounds.

[sundownsudd]

When you first posted the blurb to introduce these characters, I was so excited to read the full fic once it came out, and now that it's here, it was so worth the wait! The smut at the end was incredibly good, and it's nice seeing them run away together near the end and live happy lives.

Also, I wish we had learned more about Gojo and Nanami's relationship, but since they aren't the focal couple here, that makes sense. I saw you had said Gojo completely moved on and Nanami is left with the guilt of not treating him well, and that is just the kind of angst I love. I'm glad to see Gojo found someone who (I assume) loves all of him and who he is (probably) happy with, and I hope Nanami can do the same.

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(sex worker!suguru geto x rich girl!reader)

⊹ tags: suguru geto x female reader; nanami kento x satoru; sukuna is reader's ex; character mentions: yuki, mei mei, shoko, toji; alludes to dd/lg relationship (very very mildly) with sukuna; a mix of angst/smut/fluff; domestic; non curse au; reader was in a toxic relationship; reader has daddy issues a bit lol; mentions of troubled past; mentions of death (parental)

:about: you grew up in a supremely wealthy household, but that came with a price. you’ve never had control over your own life, and now your father is set to marry you off. luckily, there's someone else who captures your heart. what does it matter that you pay him for his company?

:note: hi, everyone! this story is finally here, and it's one that's taken me forever to work but I actually loved this piece. I haven't been excited about something I've written in a while. I hope it lives up to all your expectations. comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3 - this fic is one shot, and I am willing to explore stories with the side characters. I'll happily answer any lore questions regarding sex worker geto x rich girl reader, but there will not be a part two or more parts of their story. It is a standalone.

wc: 14K+

The ceiling is covered with hanging irises, each one carefully handcrafted in paper. Edison bulbs dip down from between in staggering heights, illuminating the bar around you in warm light. It’s crowded tonight, clinking glasses and roaring laugher bouncing off the walls and clashing against the bass coming through the speakers. You scan the crowd, anticipation making your stomach flutter, but it quickly eases when you spot a head of golden hair among the audience. 

Nanami is at the bar, looking dapper as usual in a chocolate brown suit offset by a cream colored shirt. He’s drinking a whiskey when you approach him, the amber liquid mirroring the touch of bronze on his cheekbones. You sling your designer purse off your shoulder (the latest splurge of the week) and slide into the seat right next to him. 

“And how was your vacation?” you ask, greeting him with a question and noticing his mouth draw into a firm line. 

“Let’s not talk about it,” he insists, his eyes a little sad which only makes your stomach ache at the sight. 

He’s your closest friend - the only real friend you have. Kento Nanami doesn’t carry two faces. He sticks to the one that he has.  As one of the top investors in the country, he made a name by keeping the rich wealthy. He loathes his job and the pressures surrounding it - a walking hypocrite for despising the life that lines his pockets. 

He can’t find an escape no matter how hard he tries. 

And that's why you’re both two peas in a pod. 

He does, however, like you - not because of your background, but because you don’t try to be something that you are not as well. In a world where you are surrounded by parasites, Kento proved to be a nearly extinct butterfly, quietly fluttering by your side as you both drift across the harsh jungle around you. 

You concede, knowing better than to push his buttons. “Okay, I guess we aren’t talking about it…” 

“Tell me something else. Do you ever know how to walk into the room and not be the center of attention?” 

You smirk as he calls the waiter over.  Your presence easing the twinge of disdain on his face.

“What are you trying to say, hmm?” 

“You look nice tonight. New dress?” 

“New dress, new bag, new nails...” you list off, showing off each expensive purchase as you check them off your list. 

Nanami shakes his head playfully before ordering your usual once the bartender approaches. He angles his body towards you and breathes out a heavy sigh. 

“How are you?” He asks, genuine concern masking his face. 

Your shoulders drop. “I don’t want to talk about it…” 

His expression softens, one hand moving to touch your thigh exposed by the slit of your dress. 

“When do you meet Naoya?” 

He’s the only other person who knows about the pending engagement. The only person who offered you a way out by proposing instead. Despite his stance within the social community, you know that it’s not an offer that you can easily accept. 

Kento wasn’t bred into this world, and that makes all the difference. 

Your father would never accept a man from such a humble background. Especially not one whose offer wouldn't benefit him by any means.

“A few weeks from now,” you reply, eyes shifting to the bartender who passes your drink towards you. “He’s given my father specifications on how I should be presented…” 

Your friend scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Pardon my vulgarity but he just sounds like the kind of guy who wants to swing his dick around. I’m surprised he hasn’t shown up tonight…” 

The opening of the Ayame Lounge & Bar was invite only, exclusive to socialites and the elite. You know that Naoya must have received an invitation, everyone from the Zen’in family was here in attendance including the infamous outcast Toji. 

“He wouldn’t be caught dead here,” you inform, picking up your beverage and taking a small sip. “Naoya likes to uphold “tradition” but we all know it’s just a facade.” 

Kento’s thumb strokes your skin tenderly, worry ingrained in his gentle eyes. 

The two of you spend the night talking, catching up on the little things since his return from a two week vacation in Malaysia. He keeps the conversation light, telling you about his fantastic accommodation and all the food that he ate while he was away. In between you find yourself glancing over his shoulder, your eye on the crowd taking in the people around you. 

That’s when you spot him, standing just a few feet away, looking like a demigod among mere aristocrats. His hair is pulled back into a neat bun, a layer of his bangs kissing his forehead. His face is serious, jaw tight and eyes sharp as he focuses on his white haired counterpart. The black tee hugs his torso, his neat slacks cinched by the waist with a leather belt. You can’t help but bite your bottom lip, your mind drifting away from the conversation at hand. 

Your friend notices, of course. Kento is so tuned in to everything around him that he almost can’t help himself. He glances over his shoulder to see what caught your attention, only to instantly turn back around and stare at the whiskey glass on the table. 

The tips of his ears burn red. 

You register the response, knowing exactly what struck him to react in that way. 

Satoru Gojo -  former porn star, turned model, turned mega influencer. With a follower count in the hundreds of millions, he is the world’s hottest it boy. Nobody can deny his sheer beauty - whenever he walks into a room, he manages to steal a glance from every single person within his vicinity. Due to a rare genetic condition, his sapphire blue eyes and frosty white hair earned him the title of “The Prince”, and the people were desperate to share a place by his side. 

Suguru and Satoru were also the best of friends, a fact that Suguru revealed to you one night in bed. The two of them met on set, back when Satoru was still doing adult films. At the time, Suguru was just a camera man and it was Satoru who told him he could increase his earnings if he just performed instead. 

You remember telling Suguru: “it’s crazy how quickly his life changed”

“Some people are just lucky,” he responded, though you easily picked up the bitterness laced in his words. 

What most people don’t know is that Satoru Gojo is also involved with the man seated right next to you. You stumbled upon Nanami’s secret affair by accident when the two of you attended a resort opening by hotel heiress, Yuki Tsukumo. Everyone was invited to stay overnight for the weekend, and the morning after your first night there, you walked over towards Nanami’s room to grab some breakfast. He greeted you in a grey robe with his hair tousled, with hickeys trailing the side of his neck. You quirked a brow in his direction, your mouth forming into a blatant circle when you found Satoru Gojo fast asleep on his bed right behind him. 

The man in question looks away from Suguru towards you and Kento. His brows lifting in surprise when he spots your golden haired friend, but your eyes rest on Suguru who gestures that he will catch Satoru around. 

They both walk in opposite directions. 

You take a sip of your drink, your eyes shifting to Nanami. 

“You’ve got about five seconds to figure out what you want to say because Satoru is walking over here as we speak,” you inform. 

He exhales and straightens his back, his guard entirely up. 

You smile at Satoru when he approaches you, his pearly whites radiant as always. 

“Hi!” He says casually, though you can hear a touch of apprehension in his voice. “Mind if I cut in?” 

“Not at all!” you respond, “Can I get you a refill?” 

His cheeks blush a subtle shade of pink, the tiny gesture making you understand how easily it is to fawn over such a beautiful face. “It’s just soda, but sure” 

“Not drinking tonight?” You continue, glancing between him and Nanami as you wait for your friend to interject. 

“Actually, I’m three years sober,” he explains. 

“Good for you!” You cheer honestly, before turning to the bartender and ordering him another soda. 

From your peripheral vision you see him inch closer towards your friend. 

“I haven’t heard from you in a while,” he states, though his voice comes across as a little small. 

“I’ve been busy,” Nanami curtly replies, and your brows furrow at his unusual tone. 

“Too busy to even say hi?” Satoru continues, his voice low enough that only the three of you can hear each other. 

“Aren’t you here with a date?” Nanami chides, glancing up at him with a mocking eye. 

“Utahime isn’t my date, we both got invited together by our agency…” Satoru answers through gritted teeth. “Besides, I was hoping to spend time with you. I haven’t heard from you since Kuantan…” 

Nanami’s face burns an even brighter shade of crimson, the intimacy of Satoru’s comment flaring his humiliation. 

“Come on,” the white haired prince teases, attempting to ease the discomfort. “Don’t be such a grump. Let’s go outside. Get a little fresh air.” 

You can see that people are starting to stare at the three of you. 

Wherever Satoru goes, eyes follow him. 

While he may be immune to the attention, you can clearly see that Nanami is not. 

“No, thank you.” 

“What? You going to make me beg?” Satoru presses cheekily, but there is a twinge of desperation in his voice. 

“Begging is not difficult for somebody like you,” Nanami bites, and you can’t help but glare at him in shock. 

“Kento!” you chastise, but the look on his face speaks volumes. 

Regret. 

Instantaneous Regret. 

In front of him is a visible hurt that breaks Satoru’s face, like paint slowly chipping away. His eyes gloss over, and he anxiously rubs his hand over the back of his undercut before excusing himself and turning on his heel. 

Nanami covers his face with his palm, while you can only stare at him in disbelief. 

“How can you say that to him? I thought you liked him!” You whisper. 

“I-I didn’t mean to-” 

“You act like you’re ashamed of him whenever he’s around you…” 

Nanami avoids your eye, “How do you think this makes me look? I can’t have people seeing us together. I don’t want the world to swallow me up just because he prefers being gawked at by everyone around him” 

“That’s his job - it’s how he earns a living. I can’t believe you would degrade him over it,” you shake your head, unaware of where your sudden defenses are coming from.

“I know that…” 

“Is that why you don’t want to talk about your trip? Did something happen?” 

The man grows quiet, a sigh escaping him. 

“I broke up with him” 

“You what?” You gasp. 

“It'll never work. Our lives are too different” 

“You didn’t even give him a chance, Ken. He likes you. He really, really likes you.” 

“What chance is there to give? My life would come apart because of him. He would never be truly mine. I would have to share him with the rest of the world day in and day out. And the worst part is that…what should be intimate between us will never be ours either. Do you know that he’s still the highest streamed porn star in the world-” 

“He’s just a person. A person like me and you. Neither one of us chose this life. I didn’t ask to be born into my family, and you weren’t asked to save yours from debt. Yet, here we are. Existing in a world that we had to carve out for ourselves. Don’t you think the same applies to him?” 

You take another sip of your drink, your cheeks warming with anger at your friend’s condescending tone towards Satoru. 

Although, you find your reasons for defending him to be far more self serving. 

“So what if he sells his body? That’s his choice to make. Does it change anything else about him? Does it change his feelings for you?” You lecture, “I can’t believe that you be this ungrateful over skewed morals. If you both care about each other, there is no reason why you can’t be together. Take it from somebody who’ll probably never get the chance. This isn’t something you want to simply let go of, Kento. You’ll regret this decision for the rest of your life.”

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

Nanami downs his whiskey and excuses himself then, your words stinging the microscopic cuts on his heart. You find yourself a little flustered after watching him walk away, unsure of where that outburst even came from. 

The eyes surrounding you look away. 

You know you’ve given everyone within your peripheral area a story to gossip about. One that would be twisted and chewed until there is no morsel of truth left in it. 

Your drink gives you enough liquid courage to socialize and face the music instead. 

You steer your way through the crowd hoping to find one person in particular, but instead you are caught among the net of cliques, old faces, and fake friends. You manage to bypass any pointed questions, passing through each conversation with a forced grin and entertaining the discussions at hand with fluffy anecdotes and petty rumours. 

When you walk away, you know full well that there will be whispers behind your back.

That’s the give and take about this world. Everyone is a vulture secretly waiting to witness the rise and fall of those around them. It’s a vicious circle, which is why nobody ever reveals their true hand in the process.  

You glance around the room, honing in on the handsome dark haired boy you’ve grown entirely too attached too except you spot someone else in between who makes your spine seize.

Your toes curl in your pointed heels. 

Your heart stutters unsteadily. 

Blushed strands, a wolfish grin, and a broad build - Sukuna always takes up far more room than he needs. 

You personally believe it’s because his ego is so massive it requires that extra space. 

You haven’t seen the man in five years, not after the messy relationship that that followed your even messier break up. 

You should have known better than to get involved with him while still so young. 

You remember that version of you. When you first met Sukuna, you were a small rabbit who had accidentally hopped its way into a lone wolf’s den. Twenty one and just embracing the glitz and glamor of the world around you. The man was charming, flirtatious and most of all dangerous. You couldn’t help but return to his lair, especially when he would take the time and effort to approach you at every function, party and gathering that you attended. When you think about your relationship with Sukuna, it fills you with shame until you can only drown in it. There is a reason why you’ve kept it a secret for so long. Even staring at him right now, the dishonor hangs on your shoulder like a weighted sin that you’re burdened to carry for the rest of your life. Every time it hits, the memories play like a movie on hyper speed. 

How often you allowed him to spill his seed all over your body. How often he brought you to tears with his tongue between your legs. How often you would moan the words “daddy” over and over again while riding him. How often you let him manipulate your heart. How often you let him convince you that you were happy.  

That twisted relationship was testament to how broken you were. 

You didn’t even know about his wife who lived in Kyoto until it was far too late. 

Your instinct tells you to turn on your heel and walk in the other direction, but you catch Suguru just up ahead in the crowd and your courage outweighs your hesitation. 

You manage to stride past Sukuna,  a darting feline scurrying towards the safety of a shadow. Your hammering heart steadies itself when the trail of his strong cologne is a safe distance behind you. You nervously clutch onto the strap of your purse, exhaling a quick breath before marching up to Suguru. 

You tap his shoulder twice. 

He spins around, eyes lifting as a smile spreads across his handsome face. 

Like a full moon on a clear night sky. 

“Well, isn’t this a lovely surprise.” 

“I sure hope so,” you remark, biting your bottom lip playfully as you glance at your own feet. 

Suguru chuckles, taking a step closer. “It is.” 

You glance up at him from underneath your lashes, your heart vibrating with pure excitement. You think it’s silly to have such a schoolgirl infatuation over him, especially since you understood the terms that surrounding your relationship. 

You pay him for his company. 

You aren’t supposed to have a crush on man who you employ to have to sex with you. 

Yet, your gut tells you otherwise. Convinces you that the softness in which he speaks is reserved only for you. 

“Are you here with anyone?” You ask a little breathlessly, hoping that you weren’t interrupting him working. 

Suguru shakes his head. 

“Satoru invited me,” he clarifies, and it’s an answer that only makes you giddy. 

“Oh!” You squeak, “well that’s nice. It’s a really exclusive party, make sure you to take it in…” 

His eyes blatantly fall over you, cascading down your body like ink dripping over a canvas. 

Your cheeks warm. 

He’s not even hiding that he’s checking you out, and it triggers the wild desire within you. 

“Are you here alone?” He questions. 

You nod your head, knowing full well that Kento is probably in the midst of a heated conversation with his distraught lover and won’t be returning anytime soon. 

“Why don’t you join us then?” He adds, cocking his head to point at the table behind him. 

You glance over his shoulder, barely recognizing the crowd. 

A fact that seems ideal to you. 

“I’d love to,” you say with a pretty smile, all the while Suguru’s eyes continue sparkling. 

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

The last time you saw Suguru was a few weeks ago, where your heavy heart spilled the news of your pending engagement. 

“An arranged marriage, huh?” he whispered in the dark, his sharp eyes dipping to your naked chest while his delicate fingers carefully pushed the bedsheet further down to your hips.

You inched a little closer into his frame, soaking in the outlines of his chiseled torso and bringing one finger to trace little shapes on his broad shoulder.

Your brows furrowed with annoyance, “yeah, ever heard of the Zen’in family?”

Suguru scoffed, breaking character for only a second but it’s something that you’ve caught him doing more recently. He doesn’t hold his reactions around you as tightly as he used to. The front of this alter ego that he created faltering, which is probably why you find yourself drawn to the person existing underneath the mask of the seducer.

You sigh before continuing your explanation, “my father thinks Naoya Zen’in is a perfect match for me.”

An uneasy expression flickered across Suguru’s face, but he suppresses it before allowing it to linger. 

You lifted yourself up onto your elbow and rest your cheek on your palm. “What is it?”

Suguru mirrors your position, his large hand gliding back and forth over the slope of your hips and waistline which sent goosebumps all over your body. “I’ve heard that Naoya…” Suguru stated, pinching the pads of his fingers lightly against your flesh before leaning forward to kiss the crease between your brows, “can be a handful to deal with…”

You thread your fingers around his neck, your lips finding his jaw where you return a kiss. “And who told you that?” you murmured as the weight of Suguru’s body rolls on top of yours.

You were staring at his devastatingly handsome face from below. The longer you spent time with him the more you began to wonder about his circumstances and a reoccurring thought crossed your mind once more.

Suguru could truly be anything he wanted, but instead he was here making a killing off of fucking lonely women and porn videos.

You don’t judge his choices, but you couldn't help but feel puzzled by the situation especially when you knew the trajectory of his best friend’s career path. 

One photo shoot at a mid-level fashion brand skyrocketed Satoru Gojo’s career and made him a household name. Yet, Suguru Geto was a taboo that was whispered behind closed doors. 

“I have a client who likes to gossip,” he admitted. 

That’s all you got because Suguru kept everything else about his clients confidential. You shivered when his mouth met your neck, his lips sucking along the tender skin that sent goosebumps all over your chest, but there’s an ache in your heart when you consider that if it wasn’t for the signed cheque in your purse, he wouldn’t even be here in the first place.

Not a single man you’ve met in the world compared to Suguru. You’ve never known how sweet lovemaking can be until he fucked you for the time. Not only was he beautiful beyond comprehension, but he was charming and extremely smart. You found yourself enjoying his company beyond physical purposes, and conversations with him turned out to be one of your favorite ways to pass time.

“Think we’ll still get together when you’re a missus?” he teased, his lips trailing lower to your collar bones and hovering just a above your breasts.

The thought of you getting married only made you sick.

“Do you peg me as a terrible wife? a woman who would happily cheat on her husband?” you questioned, your voice trembling when Suguru circled his lips around your hard nipple.

He hummed, drawing out a whimper when he nipped at the bud lightly, his tongue gliding over the hardened nub. 

“No,” he answered, his voice dropping an octave and your mind swirled when you contemplate if that strange tone is actually jealousy. He rested his chin on your chest, his inky hair framing his face in a waterfall of obsidian. “I do, however, peg Naoya as a terrible husband.”

You sank your fingers into his locks, “it doesn’t matter who my father chooses. All these men are the same. Naoya is no worse than the rest. I’m trapped regardless…”

It was the first time you allowed yourself to think about Sukuna when in bed with Suguru. The first time you thought about the last four years and the many men who tried to weasel their way into your heart just for the sake of obtaining status. The discomfort is written plainly on your face. Suguru doesn’t know that seeking him out was your way of taking matters into your own hands, even in just the smallest way. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he responded sincerely, the kindness in his voice the reason why your eyes prick with tears.

You sniffled, using your free hand to wipe away a rogue droplet that freely falls down your cheek. Suguru adjusted his position so he was lying by your side. He didn't say anything but draws you into his chest for a hug, enveloping you in his warmth. You tried hard not to consider the reality of the situation, and accept the gesture freely as you cuddle him.

But the moment of peace is interrupted by a loud vibration. You and Suguru both perked up to stare at his phone buzzing on the side table.

Your heart sank.

Another client.

Suguru reached his arm around to grab the phone, and you closed your eyes to inhale his natural scent, trying to soak him in for as long as you can before he leaves you like he’s done many times before.

To your surprise he simply switched it off, before proceeding to wrap his arm back around you to return to his position.

“You sure you don’t need to take that?” you mumbled, trying to play off your disappointment as casually as possible.

“I’m booked out for the rest of the evening,” he answered nonchalantly, “there’s no reason to respond.”

A tickle in your belly sent sparks all over your skin. “but your cheque only covers the hours we agreed on…”

Two fingers touched the underside of your chin, and Suguru tilted your head up so you were both face to face again. “Don’t worry about it,” he consoled, his thumb lightly outlining your bottom lip, “this is on the house.”

What bliss it was to fall asleep in his arms that night. You recall waking up right before dawn to find him in deep slumber, his strong arm draped protectively across your body with the heat cocooning you from the rest of the world. 

Disappointment shattered you the next morning, when you were greeted by the sun and an empty bed.

You’re not sure when Suguru had snuck out, but you were puzzled to find that your cheque was still tucked away safely in your purse. 

It was the first time he walked away without any payment. 

You still vividly remember his reaction when he met you just a little over a year ago. 

“You’re young,” he blurted, his eyes widening with confusion. 

“We’re around the same age,” you replied defensively, already feeling insecure for having hired him after spending weeks watching his videos. You didn’t even know about his house calls until you heard it from a source within your social circle. "Is this how you greet all your clients?”

Suguru raised his brow in contemplation, “my other clients don’t look like you…”

Over time you learned that he catered to a specific demographic: older divorcees and cheating housewives.

The person you might turn into years from now if this marriage goes through.

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After that night you told yourself that you would schedule another meeting with Suguru to compensate him for his last session.

Right now, all you can think about is your heart hammering when Suguru subtly interlaces his fingers with your own, and leads you through the crowd until you both find a safe spot on the corner of the lounge chair. His group is far too engrossed in their own conversations to notice you both, drunk on the buzzing night and enjoying the many amenities of this exclusive party. 

“You look nice,” you compliment, catching Suguru’s attention while trying to ignoring his knees bumping against yours.

“As do you,” he replies, his voice smoother than velvet. “But you don’t need me to tell you that you’re gorgeous.” 

Oh but I do, you think, masking your excitement with a giggle and casual roll of your eyes. I could hear you tell me that forever. 

Suguru shyly looks down at his lap, hiding his own smile. 

It’s strange, you think, how the two of you are talking. Like this man hasn’t been inside you multiple times and made you cum until you can’t think straight. Like he doesn’t know your body in the most intimate sense.

Like you don’t fund a decent chunk of his salary. 

“Are you enjoying the party?” 

Suguru shrugs, “It’s not too bad. Though, I’m not one for big crowds if I am being completely honest...” 

“Makes sense. I don’ get a kick out of it as much as I used to.”

Suguru angles his body to face you, giving you his full attention. “Why’s that?” 

You sigh, your hands suddenly feeling empty without a drink. You sling your purse off your shoulder and place it between you both, before proceeding to fiddle with the fabric of your dress instead. 

You can lie, but you don’t know how. 

Well, you don’t know how to lie with him. 

Something about starting this contract with Suguru unveiled a level of vulnerability in you that you can’t seem to hide. The first night you both spent together you were a nervous wreck, stumbling and bumbling over words trying to find excuse after excuse as to why a woman of your age would even hire him. By your third appointment, you asked if he could be slow and gentle with you, the emotional scars of your previous relationship a stinging wound. You were desperate for tenderness, and Suguru obliged with your request. By the end you found yourself reaching your climax with tears in your eyes. 

If you were to list out more moments like this, you would simply go on and on. 

You can’t hide your truth with Suguru when it was the first thing you’ve ever shown him. 

“Because it’s a constant reminder that I can be in a room full of people I know and still feel incredibly alone…” you mumble, your gaze catching his. 

His hand finds your thighs, the warmth of his large palm burning through the fabric of your dress. 

“You’re not alone tonight, sweetheart,” he reassures. 

“You don’t have to be so nice…” you insist, suddenly self conscious over his flattery. The same sweetness he bestows upon you when you’re both locked away in a hotel room somewhere, but you didn’t sign off on any bonus transactions tonight. 

He squeezes your thigh and tilts his head. “But I like being nice to you” 

He says it so matter of factly it almost makes you faint. 

Your brows upturn with confusion. “Why?” 

His touch expands upward, grazing over the curve of your thigh, bunching the material of your dress between his fingers. He leans closer, the scent of bergamot wafting up your nose and kissing your neck. 

“Look there,” he states, and you follow the line of his gaze. 

“That woman has been married for fifteen years and her husband never got her off once. And that woman…” he continues, shifting his eyes from body to body, “has a birth mark just above her hip bone. And at the table right behind us,” 

When you turn your face you accidentally bump into the tip of his nose. 

“...are two sisters who pretend they get along well but are currently in a massive fight over their inheritance” 

Your stomach coils with jealousy. “Acquaintances of yours?” 

 Suguru leans back slightly, giving you both room to breathe. 

“Yes, clients…” he confirms, “there’s a few of them here tonight, but you’re the only one who acknowledges me. I’m just a dirty little secret to the rest.” 

Your envy dwindles into sympathy, and you can’t help but let the question slip. 

“How does that make you feel?” 

There’s a twitch in Suguru’s jaw, a hint of scarred pride. You know he has plenty of it, he just hides it well.

The man shrugs, averting his sharp gaze as he downs the rest of his drink. “It is what it is” 

Oh, but that response doesn’t nothing to help your heart, the muscle practically screaming at your brain to do so something and make him feel better. 

Mindlessly, you loop both arms around his bicep, casually resting your chin on his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry if I ever made you feel that way...” 

You’re not sure why you’re apologizing, but you’re hoping it’ll mean something to him. He turns to face you, and if he inched a little closer he could probably kiss you. 

“You are an enigma to me” 

“In what way?” 

He brushes his lips past your own, making you catch your breath for a moment. His mouth trails its way up to your ear, and he whispers a sentence that sends goosebumps running all over your body. 

“In the way that how a woman like you can fit in a life like this” 

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The night carries on, the pulse of hedonism sending reverberations across the establishment. The crowd grows larger, the air a potion of liquor, expensive cologne, sweat and pleasure. The lights dim, inducing everyone into the trance of the ambience set around them, allowing them to indulge and consume. Your conversation with Suguru feels like minutes, but two whole hours pass with the both you concealed from the crowd. You’re almost mesmerized by him when he talks, cast under an entirely different spell that seems to effect nobody else. His touches turn more intimate the longer you speak, with Suguru securing his arm around your waist and leaning back against the chair as he keeps you tucked into his frame. 

That’s another thing you started noticing - how this man likes to hold you. 

He even did it when you were in bed together last. 

And the time before that. 

And the time before that. 

And the time before that-

If you weren’t surrounded by so many eyes you would simply curl into him, but you find yourself restraining while thinking of what excuse might work to get you both out of here because you just want to be alone with him. 

“Can I get you a drink?” Suguru offers, a wave of disappointment rolling into you as he untangles himself slowly. 

“Just some water...” 

Suguru kisses the inside of your wrist with the reassurance that he’ll be right back, but the public display only makes your cheeks bloom with endearment. 

“Got it” 

When he stands up and walks away is when you notice how the crowd around you has dispersed. Most of Suguru’s party were gone - standing either by the bar or caught in the middle of the dance floor. You can see that there were a few shifty eyes staring at you, and a lump forms in your throat when you realize that by allowing yourself to melt into Suguru it meant that you revealed your weakness to the rest of the wild. 

You take a second to readjust - fixing the hem of your dress before pulling out your pocket mirror and reapplying your lipstick. You fight off any anxious thoughts, sticking a big metaphorical middle finger to whoever was watching you with any hint of judgement. 

Your care for Suguru outweighed their own by tons. 

You just didn’t know how far you had let your guard down until a strange shadow veils over you. 

“Red still looks good on you.” 

Your heart doesn’t sink, it seizes, collapses into itself when you drop the mirror in your hand. His dark chuckle makes your spine tingle with unease. Sukuna kneels to pick up your mirror, his devilish smiling greeting you as you swallow the lump in your throat. 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” He teases, huffing out another laugh when you snatch the pocket mirror from his hand and quickly throw your things back into your purse. 

“I have to go.” 

You bolt onto your feet, only to pause when his contact scorches your forearm. 

“What’s the rush? I’m just saying hi.” 

You shrug him off aggressively, eyes violent and full of fury. 

“I don’t want to say hi to you. As a matter of fact, I hope that we never have to speak again.”  

“C’mon doll, don’t be like that. It’s water under the bridge…” 

His nonchalance enrages in you ways that you can’t describe, but rather than make a scene you smoothly shove him aside before uttering “asshole” and storming off towards the bar. 

Your frantic eyes search for your solace, of the man who can suture any wound that’s in desperate need of healing. You spot him from behind, noticing that he is speaking to a friend, his shoulder leaning on the bar as he patiently waits to pick up the drinks like he promised. Refusing to look back because you know Sukuna is probably on your trail, you breathe out your apprehension to compose yourself and keep one hand securely on your purse before steadily making your way towards to Suguru. 

You hear the two of them as you draw closer,  unintentionally eavesdropping on the conversation at hand. 

“Who’s the chick?” his friend asks. 

“A friend.” Suguru replies. 

“Which friend?” they press. 

“None of your business…” 

“Ah, one of your desperate clients I’m guessing?” 

You cease before making your presence known.

Stunned; your face boiling with embarrassment. 

“Shut up.” 

“It’s so obvious, Suguru-” his friend scoffs, “she’s practically crawling on your lap. It’s fucking pathetic, don’t you think?” 

Pathetic?

The word splits you into half.

Is that how Suguru sees you? 

Is that how everyone else does to? 

Something clicks then, every memory and act of kindness tainted with the thought the man was simply pitying you. That the root of his good-hearted nature was merely sympathy towards a sad, broken little rich girl. 

Suguru picks up the drink, mumbling a “fuck off” before turning on his heel only to find you standing there stupefied by his friend’s demeaning commentary. Only an idiot would assume that you probably didn’t hear a thing, but Suguru is far smarter than that. Whatever trace of the mask he’s been wearing dissipates then, and you see the genuine concern on his face. He parts his lips but you’re too wounded for an explanation, and you instantly dash past both of them, excusing yourself politely before speed walking your way towards the exit. 

You can hear him call out your name, but there is no way you would let that man see you crying after what was just said. 

Of course he doesn’t like me, you self-consciously deliberate, I pay him to fuck me. 

I pay him to fucking like me. 

A sob leaves you, and you cover your mouth with the back of your hand as you rush past the bouncer and dart out the front door, leaving a crowd of people staring at you with confusion. All of them hoping to make their way inside.

“Must be drunk,” one person says, while another screams at the bouncer “hey, can you let us in?! Someone just left!” 

You strut down the street, desperately trying to maintain your balance as you dab your eyes lest your tears ruin your make up. You hear someone call out your name, half hopeful that it might Suguru but when you glance over your shoulder all you see is the dreadful sight of your ex-boyfriend. 

You keep walking.  “Don’t follow me.” 

Sukuna is quick to catch up, practically jogging down the street and you curse your choice in footwear for slowing you down. 

“Then don’t keep running away.” 

You halt, the man nearly colliding into you from behind. 

“What?!” you spit out as you glare up at him. “What do you want from me?” 

Sukuna arches his brow, the smell of whiskey sticking to him. “The fuck got you so worked up?” 

You wipe away any leftover tears, your indignation towards this man overriding all other emotions. 

“None of your fucking business…” 

Sukuna reaches for your elbow, “Let’s not be testy. My car is in front of the bar. Let me take you home.” 

You already caught that eye sore of a ridiculously expensive sports car when you stepped out of club. “I’d rather walk home barefoot on a bed of hot coals then go anywhere with you.” 

“Don’t be like that, kitten…”

“Don’t,” you snapped, “call me that.” 

“You know I still nothing but love for you, right?” He slurs mildly, “Let me take you back to my place and we can talk-”  

His thumb grazes your elbow gently. Once upon a time you actually believed that his affection was real, but you’re older and wiser to know the truth now. “You miss my pussy,” you crudely admonish, “you don’t give a fuck about me.” 

He pinches your elbow with mild irritation. “Why don’t you tuck those claws back. I’m trying to have a fucking conversation.” 

“If a conversation is what you want, then speak to your fucking wife-” you hiss, striking a cord that makes Sukuna furrow his brows which brings you an odd sense of satisfaction. 

His face falls. 

You huff with approval. 

“What?” your mock, “cat got your tongue?” 

“Is everything alright?” 

You and Sukuna both halt, your heads twisting to face whoever spoke with Sukuna letting go of you faster than you can even blink. You only catch a tiny glimpse of his fear, the terror that somebody caught him in the act. 

Thankfully, it was only Suguru. 

Your body hums with relief. 

One hand is in his pocket, the other keeping a helmet tucked under his wing. His stance is relaxed but his irises are piercing daggers sinking into Sukuna’s skull.

“Everything’s fine-” Sukuna insists. 

“Suguru,” you call out at the same time, instantly going to him and finding your place by his side.

The word pathetic hammers in the back of your mind but you need deal with one problem at a time, and right now you don’t care about looking desperate if it means escaping the shackles of Ryomen Sukuna. 

Suguru’s eyes don’t leave your ex-lover, but he inches closer towards you to assert his ground. 

Sukuna frowns, the expression on his face all too familiar. 

You clutch Suguru’s sleeve, “Nothing to fret over. Do you mind taking me home?” 

He turns to face you, a mixture of worry with a flare of anger on that handsome face.  

“Yeah, I’ll take you home.” 

“Tsk,” Sukuna grumbles with frustration, “Don’t cheapen yourself by fucking off with some whore…” 

A static shock trickles each point of the triangle where you all stand. The hair on the back of your neck stands upright, your attention moving to Suguru whose entire face darkens with a fury that you’ve never seen before. He steps forward, his helmet dropping to his hand like he’s ready to wield it as a weapon, and the target is the spot on Sukuna’s skull that he’s been carefully observing. Your vision goes white imagining the outcome of this blow out, and you can practically hear the crack of the impact if Suguru follows through. 

Despite how much he deserved it, you know just how powerful Sukuna is. 

He would ruin Suguru without any remorse. 

“Suguru,” you beg, stepping forward and clutching onto his shirt as you reel him away from the man before you. 

His nostrils flare, the intoxicating poison of wrath swirling in his irises which quickly diffuses upon finding you. 

“Take me home?” You softly repeat, earnest and sincere, all the while erasing Sukuna from your presence entirely. 

It only takes a few seconds for Suguru to register your request, but he complies by reaching for your hand and knotting his fingers between your own. He grips it protectively, eyes looking straight ahead as he leads you down the street and far away from the chaos behind you. 

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The patter of your feet colliding onto the concrete surface echoes around you. A part of you is embarrassed, the other ashamed, a third grateful while a fourth shivers anxiously. You’re thankful that Suguru is at least allowing the silence to linger because it’s giving you a chance to settle from the roller coaster of emotions you just experienced. You try not to think about the pressure of his grip, or how the length of his fingers are wrapped securely around yours and instead piece together some semblance of an explanation worthy for him to listen to. 

You eventually decide that you’ll just grab a cab back to your place. That you’ll thank Suguru for playing the role of rescuer, and hand off the cheque that you’ve been holding onto. You won’t be a burden, bother him any longer or a do anything else to force his empathy. 

Suguru pauses in front of a jet black motorbike. The color itself blending into the darkness around you. You clear your throat ready to make your declaration, but you’re silenced when you feel the weight of his helmet press against your palms. 

“Wear this,” he commands. “I’ll take you to my place.” 

Your mouth goes slack, your practiced words shrinking to the back of your throat. 

His place. 

“Your place?” You find yourself whispering your thoughts out loud. 

Suguru reaches for the handle of his bike, tapping his index finger against it, his back facing you. “If you want.” 

He hops on before searching you for an answer. The look animates you back to reality and you nod your head before swiftly putting on the helmet. You find your place behind him, taking a second longer to adjust in your dress. You knot your arms around his waist, your eyes noting his exposed head. 

“You don’t have a helmet.” You point out. 

“I don’t live that far,” he answers back, “besides, I didn’t think I’d be traveling with precious cargo.” 

He taps his palm over your clasped hands. “Hold tight for me, alright?” 

You nod your head, covering your face with the shield visor before resting your cheek against his back. 

Suguru takes off. 

The wind whips against your bare arms, the pressure sweeping between your legs as Suguru swerves between each lane. The city blurs into vivid colors, only resurfacing when you come to an immediate halt at the traffic light. The adrenaline courses through your veins, the exhilarating sensation a thrill that you’ve never experienced before. Unfortunately, the journey was short lived and within twenty minutes you find yourself coming to a halt in an underground parking lot. 

Suguru parks the bike, hopping off before reaching his hand out to assist you. 

Your legs felt like jelly when it hits the surface, and you tumble on your own footing as Suguru reaches his other hand out to steady you by holding your waist. 

“You okay? Was I going to fast?” 

You take off the helmet, attempting to make yourself look somewhat presentable. 

“No, no” you answer a little breathless, “that…that was actually kind of fun…” 

“First time?”

You nod your head. 

Suguru hums. 

He takes the helmet away from you and directs you straight to the entrance of his apartment building. He pulls out an electronic key, and presses it against the elevator door. The elevator pings, the panels sliding open as you both step inside. Suguru clicks the button to his floor and you both stand on opposite sides watching the numbers go up.

Suguru lived in a newer development, you could tell when you walked through the hallway as he stands in front of his apartment door, and uses the same key to grant you both entrance. 

As you enter the hallway, you’re greeted by a wall with mounted iron hooks. There’s five to be exact, each one holding a different helmet with one space empty. Suguru fits the helmet back onto the vacant spot, before glancing over his shoulder and finding you still by the door struggling to take off your heels. 

He returns and kneels before you. His hands carefully moving your fingers away. 

“Let me help with that” 

“You don’t have to-” but you’re interrupted with him patting his thigh in gesture. 

You bite your bottom lip and place one foot against him, careful not to dig your heel into him. 

He delicately unravels the straps around your ankle and slips of the heel with a brush to the back of your calf, making the muscle twitch. 

“Other foot,” he instructs, then repeats. 

After placing your shoes neatly by the door, he stands up and reaches for your hand once more. “This way” 

You take it warmly, and follow him while trying your best not to acknowledge the noticeable height difference with you two standing side by side.

You never paid much attention to it before, you didn't have too really considering you both spent most of your time together in parallel positions. 

Suguru leads you into the living room, and a small gasp escapes you when you are met with floor to ceiling windows. The horizon is of the city skyline, but it’s half blocked by a decent size balcony which is covered in greenery. The scene contrasts the inside of Suguru’s apartment, which is more minimal. To your right is a small dining nook, the light above an accent piece that added some detail to the decor. To your left is a small furniture set, the sage green fabric making you avert your gaze with shame because your recognized that very same couch in most of Suguru’s videos. 

You find yourself quickly staring at your feet. 

“Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Tea?” 

“Tea would be great,” you answer back, returning to look directly at him from underneath your lashes. “Do you have anything herbal?” 

“Mhmm.” 

You follow him into the kitchen and realize that the man keeps his place meticulously clean. The back counter is what catches your attention the most. Suguru has a full serviced at home barista station set up for his own convenience. You pick out the coffee grinder, espresso machine, assortment of tea pots, jars of fresh leaves and coffee bags all neatly organized. 

Suguru pulls out one jar with a hand written label that reads "lemon balm and chamomile". 

You slip off your purse and place it on the counter behind him. “Did you make all these yourself?” 

“My parents used to run a tea shop in Hokkaido,” he answers back. 

“A tea shop?” You squeak, a little too excited from the morsel of information about his personal life that he just bestowed. “That must have been lovely…” 

“It was,” he answers, his voice growing small. 

You watch him fill the kettle with water, before placing it on the electric stove to warm up. He opens the jar, closing the gap of space between you both and lifts it to your nose. 

“Take a deep breath in,”

You oblige, and inhale. 

“Oh my,” you sigh out loud, your fingers subconsciously clasping over his own as your eyes flutter from the aroma of citrus, ginger, flora and subtle spice. It calms every firing nerve in your body. “That smells wonderful” 

When you open them again, you see that Suguru is looking at you thoughtfully. 

“It tastes good too,” he says proudly, and your heart glows at the reaction. “I was a terrible night owl as a kid. Still am, I guess. My mom used to make this to help me go to sleep…” 

“That’s really sweet,” you admit, wondering how lovely it must be to be looked after with such care. 

He slips away again, taking a spoon and putting a generous amount of the blend into a ceramic tea pot. You hear the tea bubble lightly, but your head spins as Suguru cages you in place while you both wait for it to reach the right temperature. Your back is against the counter, his arms by your side. 

“That guy you were talking to. Who was that?” He questions, cutting right to the chase. 

“Nobody important,” you confess, “he’s an asshole.”

“Tell me about it.” 

“I’m sorry about what he said to you. What he called you…”  

Suguru’s fingers dig into the counter, making the muscles in his arms flex with irritation. 

“Don’t apologize for him. Don’t apologize for any of them.” He firmly maintains. “Their words are empty to me...” 

“You almost bashed his head in,” you point out, a tiny smile easing the tension binding around the man before you. 

“I almost bashed his head because of the way he spoke to you-” 

Your eyes widen. 

Was he being protective? You think, but shake your head when you think of what kind of pitiful state you must have been that would cause Suguru to react in such a way. 

Pathetic. 

Your shoulders dwindle slightly and you shake it off to gather yourself once more. 

“He was a terrible mistake. I was young, and stupid. I thought I knew better when I really had no fucking clue…” 

You didn’t realize how bitter you sounded until two fingers press underneath your jaw.

His thumb taps your chin in a featherlight touch. “Is it over? Whatever it was?” 

“Of course,” you answer, the truth acrid on your tongue. “I’m to marry Naoya Zen’in, remember?”

Suguru frowns. “He’s no better. I told you that myself.” 

You circle your hand around his wrist. “I’ll take anyone over Sukuna. Even if that person is Naoya…” 

“Why can’t you just choose?” 

You press your lips together and sigh. “Because it’s a transaction. I’m a token in my father’s universe. If he weds me off to the Zen’in’s then it’s profitable. Good for business…” 

“I’m sure if you speak with him, he’ll understand-” 

“Don’t be so naive,” you answer as you return to meet his gaze. “My father doesn’t love me. He just owns me. I spent most of my adolescence alone while he was busy working or galavanting off with his mistress.  I think he assumed that if he kept shoving money my way, I wouldn’t notice his absence…” 

The kettle sings, making you both jump in place as the water bubbles aggressively and a small spiral of steam releases from the lip. Suguru returns to making your beverage. Picking up the kettle and pouring the hot water into the pot. He places it on a tray, along with a beautiful cup. 

“The tea needs a couple of minutes to steep. In the meanwhile, I’m going to change into something more comfortable.” He announces, “You want some spare clothes?” 

You look down at your designer frock, the material snug on your body. 

“Yeah, I’d like that” 

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You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Suguru’s white shirt falls to your mid thigh, the material a little see through and revealing the bra you had on underneath. You eye the pair of worn boxers he handed to you to wear as shorts, but slyly tuck your bottom lip between your teeth before leaving it behind and walking out with your bare legs on display. 

You’re not quite sure what the plan is here, but you don't see yourself leaving anytime soon.

You head back towards the kitchen where you pick up your purse, your dress folded between your hands carefully. Suguru is opening the door to the balcony, having changed into a cut sleeve shirt that exposes his arms and a hint of his ribs, as well as a pair of loose shorts. When he hears you enter, his attention instantly falls to your plush thighs, a hint of crimson blushing his cheek. 

“Where can I keep my stuff?” You ask innocently, pretending to ignore his reaction. 

“Anywhere is fine,” he answers back, his voice thick. 

He tells you that he’ll wait for you outside, and in the meantime you put down your stuff onto the coffee table in front of his sofa.

You unzip your purse, Suguru’s cheque staring you at you with wide, scolding eyes. 

Pathetic. 

You furrow your brows at the voice inside your head, and swipe the payment before folding it and tucking it securely against your hip underneath the waistband of your underwear. 

You head outside, sliding the window close behind you. 

Suguru is sitting on a deck chair, the two of you camouflaged by the array of his overgrown plants. He pours your cup of tea, the aroma twirling between the current of the wind as he offers it your way. You pick it up, bringing it to your lips and taking a sip. A heavy sigh escapes you, and you remain standing leaning back against the cool glass surface as you stare out into the distance. 

“Like it?” Suguru asks, and you only notice then that he has also brought out a second cup for himself and is pouring his own drink. 

“It’s divine,” you respond. 

“I’m glad” 

The two of you sit in silence once more, mindlessly sipping your tea while contemplating the other person. You’re both at a clear standstill, carefully tiptoeing over the boundary that has so been strictly set in place. 

A reminder of that is the folded cheque digging into your skin. 

“How did you find out about contacting me?” Suguru randomly wonders. 

You look towards him and he shrugs before adding on, “I never asked. I find myself curious.” 

You thrum your nails against the glass cup, taking another sip of your tea before replying, “I saw you at a party with Satoru. I was with a group of friends, and one of them noticed me recognizing you. She asked if I was…familiar with your work. And when I told her I was she informed me that you both were…intimate.” 

“Was it Mei?” 

Your face falls at the blatant disregard of confidentiality. 

“How-How did you know?” 

Suguru huffs, and sips his tea. 

“She’s the only other client I had close to our age. Wasn’t hard to make the connection…” 

“Can I ask you a question?” 

“Go for it,” he replies. 

“I’ve always been curious as to how you wound up doing what you do,” you bite your bottom lip nervously, your hands trembling slightly holding your glass and you hope that Suguru wouldn’t notice your sudden unease. 

“Ah,” he acknowledges, his free hand moving to rub the back of his neck and you can’t help but sneak a peak at his abdomen from the side. “Well, I told you how I wound up making the videos. For a long time I just did solo work, but I knew I could make more money if I had on-screen partners to film with. I had a few good connections with some actresses and hired a friend to make a video with me…” 

You knew exactly which one he was talking about. 

The actress in question was well known, and the video was an amateur clip that was filmed on the very same couch that you walked passed earlier. 

You clench your thighs together. 

You don’t even want to admit how many times you came to that particular video. 

“I didn’t know it would blow up in the way that it did. Shoko and I made a killing off it. We both saw the potential and we wound up doing six full episodes - trying out different techniques, roleplaying in a few…” 

“But you stopped posting after that…” 

Suguru pauses. “How would you know that?” 

You swallow a big gulp of tea. 

“I might have been a big fan of your work before we met.” 

“Really?” He answers with a slight tilt of his head, clearly very amused. 

“I wouldn’t have reached out to just anyone, you know. But I was really interested in...your work, and when I learned about your little side gig. I couldn’t resist…” 

“Well, color me flattered, sweetheart.” 

You swirl the last bits of tea in your cup. 

“So, why did you stop posting?” 

“I kept the videos up. They’re good and I still make revenue with every ad or view. Satoru’s career was picking up around that time, and he had just gotten clean. He needed somebody to hold him accountable so I started tagging along at his events. I didn’t realize how many people would recognizeme. My first client wasn’t even "a client", he gestures with air quotes, "she was just some woman I met and slept with. I woke up the next morning to an empty hotel room. All that she left behind was an envelope of cash…” 

He pauses. 

“I didn’t know what to feel. A part of me was insulted but another part had never seen that much money handed over so easily. The videos were great but what I earned in a day, is what I got in just a few hours. I was in my mid-twenties, just left the brink of making ends meet and desperate for security. I deposited the cash and kept going. Somehow it snowballed into…” he gestures his arms out, “this.” 

He pours himself another cup of tea. “At first I was a little reckless. Took on too many clients it damn near gave me a health scare. So, I started spacing them out. Keeping to a set number a month and maintaining a high price. I didn’t think that so many people would actually pay for my services, but they do...and I'm comfortable.” 

“Does it ever overwhelm you?” 

“Not anymore. Keeping my partners to a minimum helps. I’m safe and get tested regularly, as I mentioned when we first met,” He lifts the teapot your direction to offer you a second cup, and you accept it by approaching him and allowing him to fill your glass. 

“The thing is I went from never knowing when I was going to eat to having three meals a day. I don’t think I’d change that for the world…” 

“What about your family? Your friends?” You find yourself mindlessly asking. "How do they feel about this?"

“Satoru and Shoko are the only ones who know. Everyone else thinks it’s porn that funds my life. As for my family,” Suguru stops, his voice scratchy as he quickly clears his throat. “Well, they don’t have to worry about it. My parents passed away when I was fifteen. It's just been me ever since”  

The tea burns your lip  and your body trembles at the statement. 

“I’m so sorry…” 

He shrugs his shoulder nonchalantly. 

There’s a heaviness in the air, and despite how hard he’s trying to hide it you can see how the memory tears him apart. 

“My mom passed away giving birth to me,” you find yourself disclosing to even the scale, “I think that’s probably why my father resents me so much. He never got a son, and lost his wife in the process” 

“I’m sorry to hear that too…” 

You mirror his shrug. “It’s weird. I find myself curious about her - but there’s a detachment when I look at her. Sometimes I think about how different my life might be if she was still around. Or, if she was just like my father and everything would still be the same…” 

“Well, since we are speaking of hypotheticals,” Suguru moves on, shifting the topic as he angles his body more in your direction. “If you had the freedom to whatever you wanted, what would you do?” 

“Me?” You gasp, shocked by his pointed question. 

He smiles an easy smile, “I don’t see anybody else around.” 

You hum thoughtfully. “This might take a minute…” 

He places his cup of tea on the tray by his side and then pats his free hand on his thigh. 

“C’mere and think.” 

Your heart flies up your throat, pulsing just at the base. “You want me to sit on your lap?” 

Suguru nods his head. 

You gulp down the vessel, returning it back to its place. You glide your way towards him, placing the tea cup just next to his own, before settling down onto his lap. 

Suguru wraps his arm around your waist, securing you close into his frame. 

“Do you hold your other clients like this?” 

He shakes his head no. 

“So, you like holding me…” you bluntly point out, “why’s that?” 

Suguru’s face is directly in front of yours, so beautiful you can almost faint right here in his arms. He fingers dig into your waist, his other arm curving over your thigh and gently drawing circles on your hip. 

“Because you fit nicely against me” 

A swarm of butterflies take flight, making you feel lighter than air. You swear he might kiss you then but instead he returns to his question. “So, tell me what would you do?” 

The answer comes to you far easier than you think. From the moment you saw him tonight, you know the truth in the depths of your heart. “I’d like to run away with you,” you confess before stuttering out, “or-or at least somebody like you. Someone who is kind and sweet and thoughtful...”

Suguru leans back against the chair, lifting up one leg and adjusting your positions. He’s careful not to kick the tray with the tea. 

“And where would we go?” 

You sling your arms around his neck, “anywhere - anywhere but here.” 

Suguru slides his palm over the slop of your rear, slipping it underneath the fabric of his shirt and tracing a line over the dimples on your lower back.

“What would we do?” 

“We could lay outside just like this and watch the stars.” 

He hums, “we don’t get any stars out here in the city...”

“No, we don’t.” 

“What else would we do?” 

His other hand starts to unbutton the front of your shirt, revealing the details of the lace underneath. He cups your right breast, his lips shifting to find your neck. 

“We’d do this too,” you sing merrily. 

“Look at stars and fuck our brains out?” He teases, his teeth nipping at your skin. “Sounds like a dream to me…”

He gropes the fat of your breast, unknotting every single secret. “what else?” 

“We’ll sleep all day, and kiss until we’re bored of one another…” 

The hand on your breast moves to circle your neck, Suguru’s thumb massaging the column. 

“I’d never grow bored kissing you-” 

Your body renders against his touch. “Suguru,” you moan, your lips seeking his own. 

Before you can even meet for the kiss, he mumbles your name and follows up with the claim: “you should run away with me.” 

You giggle, still living in the proposed fantasy. “I’m trying to…” 

“I’m being serious” 

The tone of his voice is the reason why you stop to kiss him, pulling away to face the man before you. 

There's no denying the truth on his face - he is actually quite serious about the declaration. 

You hear the dreaded word once more: pathetic. Pathetic because this man is an expert at fulfilling fantasies, is a professional when it comes to healing the hearts of the lonely.

Pulling yourself out of this delusional imagination, you push off him before standing up straight. 

“That’s not funny, Suguru” 

“Who says I’m being funny?” He responds sincerely. 

“What is this? What are we doing? What am I doing? You can’t just-” you lament, pressing your forehead to hand in disbelief as you enter the confines of his apartment, taking a second to breathe. “You can’t just say things like that-” 

He calls out your name again, but the kraken has already been released. 

He follows, tracking into his abode right behind you, all the while watching you stand in the middle of his living room with your quivering hands reaching for the waistband of your underwear.  

“This was a terrible idea. I shouldn’t have-I shouldn’t have gone through with all of this,” you yank out the cheque, showing it to him. “You don’t have to take pity on me. I know I’m just another desperate, pathetic client, alright? I promise you don't have to keep putting up with me and my drama after this. And you sure as hell don't have to keep giving me these mixed messages which only confuse me. I can’t have things getting complicated right before this engagement is about to happen. So, here. Take this cheque and let’s just forget everything else about tonight.” 

Suguru stands there, pensive. His eyes look to the folded paper in your hand, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. Instead of reaching for the paper, he simply walks past you, making you spin on your heel as you follow his movements with sheer bewilderment. 

He heads towards the shelf behind you and pulls out a tiny box. He removes something from it, before walking back and facing you once more. 

“Shit got complicated about eight cheques ago, sweetheart,” he negates, holding the thin stack papers between his two fingers as he brings it to your face. His eyes fall to to the crumpled one you are currently holding, “Well, counting the one in your hand, I’d say nine...” 

You can’t believe it.

You pick up the wad and sift through each paper; each cheque one of yours, the date issued a reflection of your last nine meetings with Suguru. 

None of them cashed in. 

“Why do you still have these?” 

Two hands find your waist, your forearms fall into Suguru’s chest as you stare mindlessly at the cheques fanned out between your fingers. 

“I didn’t have it on my conscious to deposit them once I realized my feelings for you. I'm sorry about what you heard earlier, but what Mahito said doesn't apply to you at all,” he responds. “You stopped being a client to me for quite some time...” 

You look up at him. 

His touch tightens around your waist. “You can’t marry Naoya. Or, you shouldn’t. But if you do, I don’t want us to stop seeing one another. We can work something out…”

“Suguru,” you pine, dropping the papers in your hand, each one twirling onto the ground, thousands at your feet. 

His lips catch yours in a subtle peck, all before circling over your bottom lip and sucking on the plush base. He slides his tongue between your lips, feeling yourcrumple into him as the paper crinkles beneath your feet. You moan feeling the sensation of his tongue slide across yours - he tastes like running across a field of chamomile flowers, like you’re holding a basket of fresh, ripe lemons. 

Like you're savoring the most beautiful sunrise. 

His hands return to finish unbuttoning your shirt, shrugging the material off your shoulders and exposing your expensive lingerie set. He grips your hips, your ass - his touch hungry before pressing his pelvis closer to your frame so you can feel his aching member beneath his shorts. 

You squeak into another kiss when he swiftly picks you up from the back of your thighs and carries you across the living room. 

He places you onto his sofa like you’re made of porcelain, keeping you on the edge as he kneels to the ground, his knees sinking into the rug. Two hands find your inner thighs which he pushes apart to reveal the pretty triangle fabric covering your sweet cunt. He kisses your clit over the material. Once, twice, three times…until you’re sighing into the pillow behind you. His tongue drags up, pressing your clothing against your sex, one hand drawing upward to find yours which he holds lovingly. His index and middle finger hook underneath your underwear, and he tugs it aside to reveal your slick coated pussy. 

He kisses your clit again, leaving a path down your damp lips which only makes you moan angelically. 

“This is why I’d never get bored kissing you,” he coos, “You sound like heaven whenever I do...”

Your only response is a vowel, your hand holding onto Suguru’s for dear life as he returns to eat out with such devotion it almost brings tears to your eyes. You pant softly, his wet tongue making you weep between your legs and he gathers your essence and swallows it to parch his craving. You whine feeling the snap of your underwear pinch into your skin when Suguru lets go of the material to mold his palm over the slope of your pelvis. His thumb strokes the back of your hand, his tongue sinking between your wet folds, lips suckling on the petals of your cunt. 

Your hips arch off the sofa, desperate for friction, but Suguru pins you firmly back down. 

“Easy, easy…” he appeases, “don’t cum just yet. Hold off f’me, just for a little bit…” 

He’s never asked because there was never a reason to. For the most part, he was always there to service you. Allowed you to use his body to get you off as many times as you so desired. 

Your voice breaks, “okay,” you answer, drawing out a long exhale when he dives back in. 

The hand on your pelvis climbs up the steps of your ribs, reaching for band of your bra right at the middle. He curls his finger over the boning, and tugs the material allowing your breasts to spill free. He finds the bud of your nipple and tweaks it between his finger, pinching and pulling the aching nub until your writhing beneath him. 

He slurps and sucks, while you moan and whimper, forcing yourself to hold off for as much as your can but you find that it’s far harder to do when your lower belly quakes as it sits on the brink of release. 

“Suguru, Suguru…” you beg, reaching your free hand to your breast and clenching over his fingers. “Suguru, I can’t-m’gonna cum if you don’t stop…” 

He groans against your cunt, pulling away from your pulsing core and letting go of your hand to wipe the dampness off his chin. 

He licks his lips, drunk off lust and of how you taste. 

He keeps his body upright, drags your legs to secure them around his waist as he straightens your back. His hands unhook your bra from behind, the scent of you strong on his lips as he leans up for a kiss. Your hands fall to his shoulders, your belly fluttering as your sex begs for more stimulation. 

Suguru loosens the bra, allowing it to fall to your elbows before kneading your breasts - his thumb swipes back and forth over your nipples. He devours your cry, wolfs down every panting breath as he moans into the kiss. Your hands slip underneath his shirt, taking in the lines of strong abdomen.

“Take if off,” you plead between breaths, “Take it off, please…” 

Suguru listens, breaking apart from the kiss to toss his shirt to the side while you slip off your bra. Your lover’s hand finds your waist, his fingers pinching into the soft flesh. He leans forward to kiss the side of your neck, making a path down the curve and across the field of your décolletage. 

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs into your breast, his lips snagging your nipple as his tongue rolls over the bud.

Your fingers curl around the back of his head, loosening his bun as you untie the knot. His hair falls like waterfall, the strands tickling your bare skin. Suguru’s hand slips between your legs, his middle and forefinger meeting your clit. You hiss at the contact, sinking your teeth between your bottom lip when Suguru sucks on your breast while simultaneously drawing circles on the bundle of nerves between your legs. 

Your breath grows heavier, your hips bucking into him from the sensation of his touch. 

“Feels good,” you mumble, “feels so good with you…”   

He shivers, relieving your breast as his lips search for your own. 

He adds more pressure between your legs, increasing the speed while your tongues dance. When your thighs noticeably quiver he slows down, pinching your clit between his fingers as he softly pecks your cheek. 

“The condoms are in my room…” 

Your sharp nails scratch the back of his neck lightly, “I have one in my purse.” 

Suguru nods feverishly, reaching back to the coffee table and rummaging through your purse. He picks out the shiny wrapper, and stands up to take off his shorts. 

“Wait, can I?” You request, gazing up at him with glittering eyes. 

Suguru swallows hard, and nods his head. 

Your eyes dilate rolling his shorts down, focusing on the tent in the fabric and watching his cock spring free and lightly smack his lower belly. Suguru brings the condom to his lips and rips it open with his teeth, but his eyes flutter when your perfectly manicured hands glide up the length of his shaft. 

You trace the prominent vein, your thumb swiping over the pre-cum beading over  the angry tip. You lick your lips, leaning closer to kiss the base and listening to Suguru sigh. 

You’ve only given him a blow job once before, and that was because you asked if you could. Suguru sets no expectations for himself when it comes to work, but that doesn’t mean that you haven’t fantasized about giving him head countless times. 

You wrap your fingers around his length and stroke mildly, your lips fanning over  his cock before reaching the tip. 

“Sweetheart, don’t-” Suguru murmurs in an attempt to stop you, but you’re already enclosing your lips around the head and pressing your tongue over the slit. 

His head falls back as you suck, a curse leaving him. 

You move slowly at first, dragging your tongue back and forth as you stroke the base. Sukuna was far rougher with you when you went down on him, but Suguru is allowing you to take him at your own pace. Inch by inch, until you were bobbing your head back and forth, strings of saliva webbing off his cock and sticking your lips. 

He thrusts once, not rough enough to hurt but the jerk catches you by surprise. 

You carefully release him, mindlessly wiping your bottom lip and the sight makes his cock twitch. 

Suguru pulls the condom out, and rolls it over his shaft. 

He settles onto the empty seta by your side, and you crawl over the expanse of his gorgeous, chiseled body to kiss him once again. 

His circles his fingers around his cock, his other hand guiding your hip as he aligns the tip to your entrance. Your nail nicks his pec when he pushes against the hole, your mouth circling over his own as you lower down his shaft. 

He fills you up so, so good. Makes your body vibrate with unshakeable desire. 

He groans until he bottoms out , the hand on your hip dipping down from your pubis to your lower belly like he’s trying to outline how deep he actually is before returning it back in place and securing his other hand on the opposite hip. 

Your breasts flatten against his chest, your hands holding on to his strong shoulders for support as you roll our hips.

Suguru works in tandem with your rhythm to fuck you passionately. 

His lips find yours once again for a final kiss, before the two of you get caught up in the moment when he swiftly picks up the pace. 

His hips arch violently, while yours sink - your bodies moving silk. 

“Unghh, oh god, yes-yes-yes~” you moan. 

Suguru’s grip almost feels painful, you know for a fact that he’ll be marking your hips with a few bruises. “Gonna cum-” he rasps, “s-shit, I’m fucking close-fucking close-” 

Your pussy tightens, practically holds his dick in a death grip that makes release a broken moan. His cock contracts upon his release, the sensation bringing you to the edge of yours as the muscles in your lower belly and inner thighs spasm around him. You leave crescents on his skin, your bodies shaking as you both take a second to breathe coming down from your climax. 

You collapse into him, his arms circling behind you, with his racing heart pulsing into your own. He moves so you’re laying side by side, your body sandwiched between him and the couch since he takes up most of the room. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, feeling him grow soft inside you.

Your stuttering breath finally finds a resting poin when he brings your hand and holds it against his heart. 

“Where do we go from here?” You whisper with a kiss to his neck. 

“Whatever you decide, we’ll figure out.” Suguru answers sincerely. 

“I can’t marry Naoya,” you admit out loud, shocked for actually saying it for the very first time. “And I can't share you with anyone else - it already kills me having to do so.” 

Suguru looks down at you, a reassuring smile resting on his lips. “There won’t be anyone else.” 

“I can't just...leave. I can't just drop everything and walking away. It isn’t going to be easy-” you add on, “It’ll take me some time.” 

“I can wait” 

“It might get messy…” 

“When is it ever not?” 

“But we’ve never been in a relationship-” you insist, logic breaking through the barrier of your happiness. “How do we know if this will even work out properly? What if this thing between us fades?” 

“I guess we’re both taking a gamble here…” 

You both stare into the other’s eyes. 

“Do you think it’s worth the risk?” You ask. 

Suguru’s face softens but he leans forward to kiss your forehead. 

“I think it’s worth a try.” 

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TWO YEARS LATER

“You running out on Naoya on your wedding night is still the hot topic.” Kento explains over the phone, “People kept bringing it up, and for whatever reason they just can't seem to get over it.” 

The guilt in your stomach twists into a very small knot, over time the size of it has shrunk to a point where you not longer carry any remorse regarding your scheming behavior. 

You had a plan, and the plan worked. 

"Let's not forget who was there to help..." you contend, disregarding the negativity surrounding your decision.

After you and Suguru spoke, you decided to carry on the facade, agreeing to the engagement and soon after the wedding with Naoya Zen'in. All the while you and Suguru were busy planning your way to cut and run. He cashed in your unsigned checks, and you pilfered a decent amount of the wedding budget which you kept into a seperate savings account.

You played the role as obedient daughter well, and no one was the wiser. 

“Besides, I maintain that it's still the best decision I ever made,” you reply, stepping out of your room and into the kitchen where you are greeted by the sound of clinking dishes.  

Your eyes shift to Suguru - his hair far longer now, flowing beautifully down his back, the front layers tied into a small bun. You smell dinner in the air, and your stomach grumbles with anticipation. 

Nanami doesn't reply, but you can hear that he's distracted from the television in the background. 

“What are you watching?” you ask your friend. 

The man simply sighs. 

“Nothing.” 

“Doesn’t sound like nothing with that reaction. Is it Satoru’s new drama show?” 

At the mention of his best friend you notice your lover glance over his shoulder, quietly tilting his head to direct you towards him. You smile his way, your feet pattering against the hardwood floor as you move closer to him. He bundles one arm around your shoulder, keeping you close while continuing to sauté the vegetables in the pan. 

He kisses the top of your head. 

“It’s all the rage,” you add on to your phone call, “Suguru and I plan on watching the next episode tonight.” 

Kento remains quiet. 

You release yourself from Suguru’s grasp, and instead hop onto the kitchen counter right next to him.

He reduces the heat and picks up the lid before covering the pan. 

“I’m guessing you two haven’t-” 

“No,” Kento curtly replies. “Not since that night…” 

“I’m sorry” 

“Don’t be,” he responds with frustration. “I screwed it up” 

“You know I could just ask Sugu too reach out-” 

“ Don’t,” Kento sighs regrettably. “It doesn’t matter. I heard he’s moved on” 

You quirk your brow, your eyes shifting to Suguru who was back to chopping some fresh herbs. 

“Oh?” 

“It’s for the best I guess,” Kento reassures. “He should be happy with whoever-the-fuck he chooses.” 

“You deserve happiness too, Kento.” 

“You can be happy for the both of us,” he replies, gulping down a drink. “Anyway, I’ve got to go. I’m meeting my lawyer for dinner.” 

“When are you going to visit us next?” 

“Probably around November, December. I just need a few things to ease up on my end-” 

You bite your bottom lip, “I look forward to it.” 

“Take care, love” 

“You too, Ken.” 

You hang up the phone and lean your head against the cupboard as you watch Suguru rinse his hand, a trail of crimson spiraling down the faucet.  

“I cut my finger” 

You pick up a clean towel by your side, and gesture him towards you. 

Suguru extends his thumb out, and you curl the fabric over to keep pressure on the small cut. 

“You ought to be careful” 

“Your legs are a distraction,” 

You stare up at him playfully, and he leans down to kiss the corner of your lips. 

“How’s Nanami?” 

Your lover is indebted to your friend. If it wasn’t for Nanami, the two of you wouldn’t have been able to set up this comfortably. He’s the one who found you the humble two-story abode in Hokkaido, and was also the person who set up your personal bank accounts while ensuring that you would both have a safe and quick getaway on the night of your almost-wedding. 

“Fine, I think-” you reply, before removing the towel to check the damage. Thankfully, it wasn't anything serious. A little deeper than a paper cut.“Licking his wounds over a broken heart, but fine.” 

Suguru reaches for the drawer next to you, and pulls out the emergency band aids. You reach for the box in his hand, taking out one and removing the plaster from the back. You secure it around his cut, and Suguru holds your fingers between his. 

He arches down to kiss your brow. “Thank you, sweetheart.” 

“You’re welcome, handsome” 

“Dinner will be ready in a few if you want to set the table” 

You nod your head in acknowledgement, and drop down onto the ground before proceeding with your task.

You set the place mats down, a bowl for the soup and another for the rice and cooked vegetables. Your finger traces the rim of the one in front of your seat, a tiny chip from when you accidentally dropped it in the sink while cleaning it a few weeks ago. 

Fragments of these blemishes are all around you - making you almost forget that you once lived in a perfect, curated bubble. But you would take these flaws over everything else. These markings may be worn, but they are a reminder of the home you've been building.

A home that is entirely yours. 

“Baby, you want a drink?” Suguru calls from the kitchen. 

“Melon soda, please” you reply, placing the bowl down. 

“We’re out, I’ve got to pick some up tomorrow.” 

“What are you having?” 

“A beer,” he chuckles, and it sends a tremor of joy between the valves of your heart. 

“I’ll share yours” 

Suguru pulls out the bottle, cracking the cap off as he pops it using the side of the kitchen counter to do so. 

You two meet each other halfway in the space that you've been nesting in. Suguru’s eyes never leave yours when he takes the first sip, and once done he passes the chilled bottle towards you.

“Am I ever going to have you back in the kitchen helping me with dinner?” 

You shake your head no, and bite at the lip of the bottle before taking a sip. “I thought we agreed I was a hazard after the raw chicken fiasco and the almost-fire debacle…” 

He laughs, “no, you agreed. I said it wasn’t a big deal” 

“You just said that because you love me,” you respond, pressing the bottle into his chest as he takes it from your hand. 

“That goes without saying…” he answers, slinging his arm around your waist and pulling you into his frame. 

You lift yourself up on your toes, and kiss his nose. 

“Do you think it’s worth the risk of me attempting to cook for you again?” You whisper against his lips. 

Suguru smiles, a hand cupping your cheek as he leans forward to seal his reply with a  kiss. 

“I think it’s worth the try” 

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[sundownsudd]

could u write maybe a little fic/scenerio where reader and Toby are in a very like calm, relaxed, comfortable environment, I’d say Toby and reader are very close. Anyways Toby takes off his mask and reader is admiring his scars. With a more gentle gaze, not judging or disgusted. And that’s when Toby realizes he likes reader!

What a cute request! + big thanks for the compliment you left in my anon box, i appreciate it alot :3 i hope you like this (and i'm sorry for specifying the reader's gender like this, i just didn't know how to rewrite this as gn in the "scenraio") - - - - - -

toby realizes he’s in love [+ scenario?]

features: ticci toby

reader: female

warnings: maybe body horror? idk scar description but not graphic, i promise

...

You don’t mind Toby’s scars and treat him kindly – He realizes that he loves you Meeting:

"Oh. ...Oh. I... I didn't expect... I mostly tutor kids, but... u-um... Are you...", you looked down at your clipboard, "...Tobias?"

Said man in question could only nod at your inquiry, not really expecting someone like you to open the door either. It happened on a whim, as most things in his life do, but he really did want to put time and effort into finding a tutor to learn more - or rather... relearn everything.

It might be a bit difficult, simply because he never graduated high school and, on top of everything, forgot most things about his childhood, only really remembering some core memories ...most of them terrible.

Toby really wanted to participate in society again, though. He's left his "previous occupation" behind and ignored the voices in his head... and the static. He wants to put all of that behind him and start anew.

But. Um... He expected a kind older lady, someone who'd remind him of his mother – did he even have a mother, by the way? He doesn’t remember – or something, not... you. You were basically his age and you were so nice to him so far, despite his battered appearance.

"Is everything okay?" Your eyes swam around nervously. ...or so he thought.

"I have Tourette's. The tics are normal, don't worry." He replied without thinking, a sigh escaping his lips. He's needed to explain himself a million times already... What's one more time going to change? Still, he thought that… he’d seem like less of a freak these days.

"Yeah, okay... but... I meant... Don't you want to come in? I don't usually teach outside. Is that uncomfortable? I promise I have no ulterior motives or anything. You… didn’t reply to me…"

Oh. Right. Yeah. Right! Toby smiled, conscious of the bandage covering the gash in his cheek. The wound has healed up by now, but had never been able to close up entirely. He knew that normal people would find it quite gross to look at, especially because drool would sometimes seep out of the literal hole in his cheek. And... He didn't want to scare you away.

"I...I-I'll come in, thank you." He said bashfully.

He looked around curiously. He's been living with Tim and Brian in a cabin for so long that he forgot how regular homes look... especially because he's never been at a girl's - um, woman's - house before. It was... very nice.

"Do you want something to drink? I have water, tea, coffee, juice... milk?, probably. Whatever you want."

He wanted to nod, feeling his mouth dry up and his heart flutter in nervousness by merely looking into your eyes, …but then quickly shook his head instead, remembering his scarred face. He'd have to tilt his head so far back to ensure that no liquid escape his mouth, otherwise you'd definitekly grow suspicious. He can't have that.

"O-okay. Just ask if you want something, yeah? Let's see... I... well, I mostly teach everything up to 8th grade but most p-parents want me to teach Math and Science. What do your k-kids need help with, if you don't mind me asking?"

You're really gentle... He liked that a lot about you. He would almost claim that he'd felt safe around you if he hadn't been so hyper-aware of himself.

"My kids?" Toby wanted to giggle but only managed a wry smile – did he look so old? - and added,”I… need a teacher…” "You need a teacher?" You repeated, tilting your head to the side with wide eyes, at which Toby blushed, "I... Forgive me, but... I might have misjudged your appearance. I thought you were an adult, but if you’re in 10th grade and about to graduate, then I don't kn..."

"No, no, I am. I am an adult." He looked away from you, embarrassed about admitting this, "I'm 24, but... I dropped out. Years ago. I want to learn everything now though... to get a job...and yeah." Toby has never felt this awkward in his entire life. Never - and he's had his moments. Here he was, confessing his messy circumstances to a stunning, intelligent woman.

God should just strike him down right now.

"Tobias, sorry, but... I'm no real teacher. I can't give you a high school diploma or any other qualification." You looked disappointed on his behalf. You definitely had a kind heart.

"That's fine... I didn't expect that much when I contacted you. I'm doing this for me." He added, nervously chewing on his bottom lip before he stopped, knowing that it was weird.

You looked to be deep in thought, considering his reasoning.

It would only be fair if you shot him down now. If anything, he expected as much.

"Then... sure. Yeah! I think it's admirable, to be honest. You're a good guy, I'm happy to teach you!"

Ah, don't play with his heart like that...

"You can just call me Toby, by the way. Everyone does..." "Okay, Toby." You chuckled, causing him to shuffle his feet…

He so wasn’t used to this.

...

Listen. I don’t want to be the first one to say it but someone has to say it: Toby is a loser – like, socially speaking. He cannot talk to people, how was he supposed to talk to women? Such a beautiful one at that… and you smiled at him… as shallow as it may be, that alone was enough to have him interested in you.

Now, he wouldn’t ever dare to openly flirt with you! He thinks that the relationship you two have is strictly platonic! Even if he becomes good friends with you, even if he appreciates you so much for selflessly helping him… all platonic. Toby doesn’t like you, okay! You’re just a close friend who helps him through his hardships and offers great life advice. He can’t deal with rejection.

Plus… well, he wouldn’t ever dream of admitting his feelings to himself because he knew that you wouldn’t want this whole mess.

...That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t want to be near. Far from it! He wants to be around you all the time, and he adores the fact that you’ve become so comfortable with him that you invite him over.

On such a day, you admitted that you just wanted to have someone with you because you had a stressful week. Work has been difficult and you had to deal with some personal problems on top of everything. You told him that you needed him “here” because he “never fails to cheer you up”… No, Toby! Hold your horses, she obviously doesn’t mean it like that… But his heart never stops fluttering, even if he tries ignoring it.

It’s been some time since you met and you, over these past months, fell into a quaint routine that mostly involved you two sitting on the couch… comfortably close to one another. Still… all platonic though. Friends can sit next to each other and talk until the sun comes up… all while he’s nervously bouncing his leg and sweating like crazy. It’s perfectly normal!

He notices that you’re quieter than usually… and offers to hug you – impulsive decision… he was about to take it back and apologize, but you just muttered a “please.”

How could he deny any of your pleas?

Awkwardly, he put his pale arm around your shoulder, breath shaky as soon as he felt your warmth against his scarred skin.

Boldly, he tried pushing his luck by laying his head on top of yours as a way to get even closer to you, but your pout and quiet whine made him shoot up and get away from you immediately. Toby was ready to apologize in multiple languages at that point.

“Your bandage scratched me… it’s itchy…”

Oh. Of course. Why didn’t he think of that? He only wanted to please you.

So he took it off with a boyish grin, immediately noticing how your eyes zeroed in on… oh. Oh my God! How could he forget?!

“Sorry! Sorry, I-I wasn’t thinking?! I know it’s, l-listen, I know that it’s… uh…”

Shit. He wanted to die. That thing was beyond obvious…

“Did it hurt?” You asked gently, your hand hovering just above the gash that revealed parts of his gums and teeth, the very scar that proved his past mistakes for everyone who had eyes.

“No?” Toby replied, sheepishly smiling down at you… he couldn’t feel pain – he told you as much, but you… you still wanted to know. You just wanted to make this easier on his soul, didn't you? Your kindness knows no limits, but you don't have to lie to him...

“Are you sure? You… Can I touch your cheek?”

He… was he going deaf?

“Sure…”

He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes, not wanting to be faced with the disgust you’d surely express once you realized how hard and damaged the scar tissue is… how much courage it took him to look in the mirror sometimes… He knew that is was a grim sight, that is was gross and… just branded him as the sicko he is, deep down.

Your touch burned him. He wanted to cry at your feather-like caresses that traced the edges of his damaged skin, humming at its strange texture.

“I’m just glad it healed up nicely.”

He opened his eyes. Yours were filled with concern… and relief, mostly. You… you were so tender, weren’t you? How could he doubt you for a second… of course you wouldn’t judge or gag at the sight. Of course you’d accept him.

Toby felt his cheeks burn – and if he were able to observe himself, he would have seen that his pupils dilated, practically exploding with love for you.

Oh, he was down bad.

[sundownsudd]

Ngl, reading how Slenderman can get heavily affected by Reader to the point where it feels like he's getting drunk on their essences is like, the hottest thing ever

sfw alphabet

features: the slenderman, eyeless jack, jeff the killer

reader: not specified but implied to be female

warnings: canon-typical violence [non graphic. implied], mentioned + implied suggestive content, mildly obsessive behavior

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The SLENDERMAN

A- Activity (What is their favorite activity to do with you.)

• Unsurprisingly, the Slenderman enjoys spending some time away from your busy life and strolling about in the deep woods instead. He loves seeing you surrounded by nature...you fit in perfectly.

B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship)

• He's rather... stoic. Especially in the beginning. A very guarded "man", not easy to get to open up, if at all. Plus, he's both mature and immature when it comes to an actual relationship. He has no experience.

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

• He's good at being open-minded about your problems, troubles and concerns. Would also try to move mountains to make your life as easy as possible. If it concerns himself, he'd rather die than open up...

D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk)

• Cannot get drunk on alcohol.

• Can feed on energy though - and you can get him drunk on you anytime. It's hard to tell that he's heavily affected by you and your wellbeing...you may find some of his tentacles shadowing you and sometimes even feeling you up.

E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations? You get hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc..)

• Mostly calm. He's seen humanity's best and its absolute worst. Depravity isn't foreign to him and he expects it from people, to be honest. He's so powerful that even if he finds himself gravely injured, he doesn't care about it. Death shall take him if it must - who cares?

• You, on the other hand, if you are in danger or even on death's door, this world will experience a God's wrath. His static could level buildings if he doesn't ground himself... You are important to him and his only weakness. If you're not doing great, you'll see the desperation emerge from him. Maybe even literally.

F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with)

• Sometimes you leave petals when walking anywhere. ...He's always watching. Be glad it's not death and destruction.

G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they like to get?)

• Your presence and kind heart is all he needs, honestly... but he'd also like something that reminds him of you. A scarf, a pullover, a handkerchief, maybe even a charm you keep on your phone - he'll take whatever you're willing to give. Maybe even a lock of your hair?

H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle)

• Isn't really the physically affectionate type. He doesn't strongly dislike touch or anything, but it's not something he is used to, nor does he crave it. He'll hug you and comfort you if you're sad and you may feel his otherworldly form softly stroking your skin sometimes, but he's not the type for cuddle sessions...

I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?)

• He's easily irritated when you don't see eye to eye, which happens quite often since you two aren't really... well, one of you isn't exactly human. That's still alright though, he doesn't mind a debate - but he'd rather be dead than to apologize. He's a pathetically proud man, and he's really frustrated with you when you don't apologize to him after a fight. I know, I know, hypocritical...but he doesn't see it that way. You have to stand your ground with him.

J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?)

• Doesn't care for worldy riches. There's nothing he wants he doesn't already have - and being "normal" again cannot be bought. He'd let you spend it.

K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?)

• Showing kindness to anything and anyone that doesn't fit in. Oh, you like bears and sharks just as much as kittens? You've shown empathy towards him and others alike? You are open-minded and so eager to learn? He's smitten.

L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?)

• Watching you acting silly and being clumsy. You're just so endearing. His laugh is scary though, beware.

M- Morning ( How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?)

• Doesn't have a need for sleep...but he sometimes creepily hover over your sleeping form and mimic your breathing pattern, trying to see whether he'll fall into a meditative state... it happens rarely, but it's a nice feeling - always watching, remember?

• Is a morning person as much as he's a night owl - he's not behaving any differently.

N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?)

• If he's feeling starved for your affection, he will try acting nonchalant about it. He can't express facial expressions so it's hard to tell... But those damned tentacles might as well resemble a dog's wagging tail when you finally come to visit him. They're wiggling around in happiness... He hates it, and he's super embarrassed about it.

O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?)

• The forest. Nothing is holding him back, he is all-seeing.

P- Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle when you are in pain?)

• Can't really feel pain... well, not in a way mortals would understand anyway.

• If you're in pain - depending on how bad - he's either doting on you himself or manipulating a real doctor into helping you. Hey, he can still create thralls, you know... Just because he said he wouldn't use it on you doesn't mean that he can't use his powers on anybody else...

Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and your relationship)

• "A man must think well before he marries. He must be a tender and considerate husband and realize that there is no other human being to whom he owes so much of love and regard and consideration as he does to [his] (...) woman (...)." - Theodore Roosevelt

R- Ring (Would they like to marry?)

• He'd never even considered that marriage was an option in the first place. It's entirely up to you, he doesn't need a token worn by either of you to celebrate you love... but he wouldn't be opposed to it either. He likes being referred to as your husband, though.

S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do deal with stress and how do they relieve it?)

• Hunting stresses him out because, despite what he likes to project, he still has a human soul and knows how frightening he is and that his powers are ripping people apart when he feeds on them. He may call it mercy, and he believes it, but that last bit of doubt just won't go away.

• Reviving a dead flower or burying the dead always has him in a somber mood.

T- Terror (What are they afraid of?)

• Himself.

U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?)

• ...Well, what isn't?! jk.

• Supernatural features aside, he's quite warm...not physically, but as a general vibe. Almost cozy. Almost... comforting? Good protector.

V- Virgin (Self-explanatory)

• ...Complicated, but this form? Yes.

W- Worship (How does he show his appreciation for you?)

• The Slenderman is a complex creature, but even he knows that love needs to be nurtured to last. He wishes for you to know that he only looks at you with adoration, and that you're the gift he never deserved. You're so good, too good... and he'd never want to miss you again.

X- AUX (Their favorite song)

• Franz Liszt - La Campanella

Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly that they can’t deal with it?)

• He has seen a lot but self-inflicted wounds make him weary to this day.

Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without you)

• ...Again, he doesn't really sleep.

• But he likes being by your side when you do. Knowing that you're alive and undisturbed calms him and you look tranquil when you close your eyes. So cute...

EYELESS JACK

A- Activity (What is their favorite activity to do with you.)

• As boring as it sounds, Jack enjoys the quiet moments of life with you by his side. Just being in your presence is enough to be a favorite moment of his.

B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship)

Very reserved and a bit guarded around you at first. He's honestly still in shock that you felt the same and pursued him while he was wallowing in self-pity. Thus, he wants to make it worthwhile and... be as agreeable as possible. He needs some time to warm up to the idea of a partner.

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

• He's lowkey the best communicator. He's logical and doesn't get heated easily, is willing to see things from your perspective and work on issues as a unit. If it's about things that don't really have an objective right or wrong way, though, he's looking for a debate everywhere he goes - which can be annoying. He's also rather stubborn when it comes to these things. Other than that, he's phenomenal.

D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk)

• Sadly, also cannot get drunk anymore.

• Back when he was still in college, he was a melancholic drunk, deeply contemplating the purposelessness of life when he's had too many drinks.

E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations? You get hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc..)

• Luckily, as a... "Doctor"... Well, yes, without a licence, but he's had enough practice to... um... practice, literally... Anyways, he doesn't lose his cool easily. He's calm, collected and assessing everything from an objective point of view.

• The same goes when you're in danger. He might act a bit more erratic and his sense of urgency is quickly adjusted, but he's confident in his abilities to help you out of whatever health scare you might be dealing with. If he feels like your issues are too advanced for his measly "clinic", he'll send you to a real professional. No questions asked.

F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with)

• His senses are extremely sharp... demonic powers and all. This has earned him some animalistic qualities - they're mostly a nuisance, but he can't help but feel glad about his alleviated abilities whenever he smells another person on you.

• Yeah, he kind of rubs his own scent on you. But he's subtle about it! ...Now wear this jacket, would you, love? You were shivering, that's all.

G- Gifts (What kind of gifts would they like to get?)

• He's a bit cheesy...would love something handmade. You're into drawing and doodled him at work? Please, show him and he'll treasure it forever. Maybe you're a talented poet and wrote him a heartfelt love letter... he'll read it whenever he's alone.

H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle)

• He doesn't express his affection through much touch either, but he's willing to cuddle at night. It's very soothing for him and he feels a strange satisfaction from feeling you pressed against his chest, alive and in love...and... not repulsed by his grotesque appearance.

I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?)

• You wouldn't know he's particularly annoyed by this because he acts as if it doesn't even faze him, but loud people annoy him to no end.

• He is easily irritated (and shows it!) when he's confronted with people who justify injustice. He cannot stand it, he may even get a little loud and...scary.

J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?)

• ...Literature. He's boring like that. May even overspend to get some first-edition copies or even originals. Nerd.

K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?)

• Treating him like a person despite knowing...what he is.

L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?)

• Puns. He enjoys witty wordplay and might let out a breathy chuckle. To get him to laugh, you may have to put in more effort.

M- Morning ( How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?)

• He does need rest to replenish his energy - he doesn't need as much as humans do, though. Still, he'd be a total morning person either way. He's already planned most of his day and watched the news first thing in the morning.

N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?)

• When he's jealous - it's so easy to tell because of his insecurities. He'll try to isolate himself, but Jack, at his core, is a hopeless romantic. If he loves you, he loves you for life... and he'll be so happy if you seek him out when he's feeling uncertain about whether you're truly happy with him. He likes your reassuring presence.

• He's a lot softer like this too. It's... he doesn't let people in. So he's feeling vulnerable in front of you. His voice is almost meek when he's feeling that way.

O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?)

• Now...this may be a controversial opinion, but if Jack wasn't possessed, he'd never have committed to the hermit life. He loves civilization, he loves being able to talk to people. Yes, he may be introverted, but he'd do anything to have his old life back.

P- Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle when you are in pain?)

• His pain tolerance is extremely high. He can feel pain, but... it has to be a grave injury.

• He's so gentle and kind when it comes to you. He'll insist on nursing you back to health himself - and if he can't do anything about your pain, he'll stay with you and let you lean on him.

Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and your relationship)

• "My babe would never fret none/ About what my hands and my body done/ If the Lord don't forgive me/ I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me/ When I was kissin' on my baby/ And she put her love down, soft and sweet/ In the low lamplight, I was free/ Heaven and Hell were words to me" - Work Song, Hozier

R- Ring (Would they like to marry?)

• Honestly, he would love to marry you even if he doesn't believe in marriage as an institution. Due to his current predicament, he can't exactly be seen by people so an official wedding is out of the question... He'd still give you a ring when the time is right.

• Maybe...he likes that other people know you're taken.

S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do deal with stress and how do they relieve it?)

• The demon in him stresses him out, mostly... containing it is rather difficult and be goes to great lengths to ensure that no one - you especially - would be unnecessarily hurt by it.

• Before you two were a thing, he used to stare at his reflection (something he still detests) and cry for hours when things got out of control.

• Now that you're Jack's partner, he's happy to be comforted by you - and (although he has trouble believing it) loves hearing that you find him attractive regardless.

T- Terror (What are they afraid of?)

• Religious people. He cannot stand any of them anymore - their faith doesn't matter. It brings up too many bad memories and he won't ever consider being with someone who practices religion or spirituality, fearing the worst.

U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?)

• He almost always addresses people by their first name. Doesn't have a knack for nicknames or pet names - much prefers being properly addressed as well. If he's mad, he'll say someone's full name to get their attention.

V- Virgin (Self-explanatory)

• Human Jack? No.

• Demonic Jack? Certainly.

W- Worship (How does he show his appreciation for you?)

• He listens to you and seriously considers your words, doesn't matter what you say to him. Oh, you think he looks far better without the mask? ...Should he stop wearing it in your presence? Do you think he's less frightening with his empty eye sockets and neverending black tears?

• You once said that you love his voice... He never stops talking to you when you're around. He just adores you and wants you to be happy with him... wretched as he is.

X- AUX (Their favorite song)

• Jimi Hendrix - Voodoo Child (Slight Return)

Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly that they can’t deal with it?)

• He wishes to say "Well, me."... but he's gotten better as the years passed. He used to hurl at the mere sight of him. Sometimes he threw up when he wiped his tears away.

• Nowadays... he despises his diet far more than he loathes himself.

Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without you)

• He's as still as a corpse. You'd think he's dead because Jack barely breathes when he replenishes his energy...

• With you, he'll talk sweet nothings to you until you fall asleep. He has never fallen asleep before you... nor did he ever wake up after you. He's caring like that.

JEFFREY WOODS

A- Activity (What is their favorite activity to do with you.)

• He ranks high on the sensuality scale and is a rather physical lover... so he kind of loves sex.

• Well, but there are other things, of course - He loves listening to music with you. His preferred genre isn't exactly karaoke friendly, but you scream with him and you sound so adorable. Your scream is shallow, almost melodic...like a bell. You may not even be a great singer, but he still looks at you with eyes full of love. You... you're his saving grace.

B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship)

• Extremely awkward...but not shy. He's just not used to being exclusive, you know? Or in a real relationship for that matter. He's completely clueless and you sometimes get the short end of the stick because he can't comprehend that you want to do mundane things with him at first. May push you away sometimes since he doesn't believe you...and cannot bear to be hurt emotionally. It takes some time for him to be comfortable...

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

• He isn't good at expressing himself at all. Jeff's also a bit toxic when it comes to ideals he wants to live up to...like showing no weaknesses. He grew in a painfully traditional household - men aren't supposed to cry and are providers and protectors.

• Feels inadequate because that's not really him. He's a weak, weak man, in his opinion, and he cries a lot... but once he trusts you, which may take much longer than either of you likes to admit, he's gradually getting better at talking and being vulnerable.

D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk)

• Swings between emotional and angry drunk... Please don't let him fight people.

E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations? You get hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc..)

• He doesn't really care about most things. If he's injured...eh, happens, am I right?

• Unbelievably unstable when it comes to his loved ones being hurt. He doesn't know how to fix this, feels helpless and like dead weight, trying his best to mimic how his injuries were used to be treated by other people.

F- Free Spot (I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with)

• If he could turn back time, he would have loved to become a musician... specifically a guitarist or a drummer. He knows the chances would have been slim, but having a garage band would have been a cool thing nonetheless.

G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they like to get?)

• Mostly feels awkward receiving gifts from you, but wouldn't be opposed to it. He likes sentimentality... so you might as well go all out. If you gift him love poetry or make a cheesy playlist about your feelings for him, he'll feel better about his secret stash of love songs.

H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle)

• Jeff thinks initiating such things comes across as desperate as a man (yeah, he's damaged, okay...) so he will refrain from acting like he needs anything from you...

• But he actually loves hugs, innocent touches and burning gazes. He may try and act annoyed, huffing whenever you wrap your arms around him before leaving the house, but he's so, so smitten...

I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?)

• ...Many things are able to rile him up. Ranges from ridiculous habits like "breathing too loud" (?!) to actually horrible personality traits like "selfishness" - pleasing him isn't exactly an easy feat.

• Hm, if you aren't in his good graces, at least. He picks a fight with random strangers constantly, scaring them just because he cannot bear to be so annoyed.

• He does hate that you show kindness to everyone and not just him though (even though he loves it at the same time)...yeah.

J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?)

• Vinyl collection and psychedelic assisted therapy... May even vaguely consider reconstructive surgery for his entire mouth region and consult a plastic surgeon whether anything can be done about all the muscles he's severed.

• Would lowkey buy a college degree...

K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?)

• Being soft with him. It completely cures his anger... Just pout at him and bat your eyelashes, speak in a sweet voice and call him the best and he's weak in the knees!

L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?)

• Major shaden freude guy. Laughs when people trip or mess things up...but he groans when he's on the receiving end of such misfortune. Hypocrite.

M- Morning ( How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?)

• Always a little cranky but he's not necessarily a grouch. Maybe it's due to the fact that he has trouble waking up no matter what time it actually is. Oh, is it 7pm or 7am, who really cares? He needs an energy drink (ew).

N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?)

• At night. Yes, every night. Jeff feels like he can open up when he doesn't feel like he has to act, either for himself to save for face or for other people. When engulfed in deepest night though he gets cuddly and invite you into his arms with his eyes, silently asking for physical contact. He's also willing to be held on rare occasion, but he treasures those moments.

O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?)

• Your home. Now this may sound weird because he technically has his own place, but he's never had a home. Not a place where he felt at home anyway... If you'd allow it (and you lived farther away from people and didn't have any direct neighbors) he'd like to move in with you.

P- Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle when you are in pain?)

• He is a weird guy when it comes to this. Jeff just shrugs of deep wounds but he acts like he's dying when he's got a paper cut or stubbed his toe or something. Well, what doesn't kill you makes a fighter, right?

• If it's something "minor" you're dealing with, like a mild bruise from when you bumped into a glass door, he'll make fun of you - straight up.

• But beware if you're dealing with worse things. You'll have a catastrophe on your hands.

Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and your relationship)

• "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

(...)

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door (...)"

- Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven

R- Ring (Would they like to marry?)

• He has a bit of a commitment phobia. Insists on being with you once you're committed to him but making that official scares him a lot. Wouldn't want to marry.

S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do deal with stress and how do they relieve it?)

• To be honest, he throws a bit of a tantrum when his wishes are denied. He's generally frustrated and that only fuels the fire.

• He locks himself away and plays the guitar to relieve stress when you the one who upset him. emo af.

• If it's others who've wronged him, he's taking his frustrations out on you...if you catch my drift.

T- Terror (What are they afraid of?)

• Fire...and death.

U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?)

• His hair is extremely thick which is surprising because of the sorry state its in. Split ends and lots of damages strands. Still, it's rather pretty actually. The deep black color makes him look edgy. He likes it.

V- Virgin (Self-explanatory)

• No. By no means, no. But every experience was paid...

W- Worship (How does he show his appreciation for you?)

• I just want to emphasize on the fact that he does everything for you because he thinks he doesn't deserve you. Wants to make your life as easy as possible. He knows that he isn't exactly a nice catch.

X- AUX (Their favorite song)

• GHOSTMANE - nihil

Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly that they can’t deal with it?)

• Infected wounds.

Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without you)

• Has an odd sleeping schedule that needs to be fixed and he has trouble falling asleep and getting a full night's worth of rest. He's disturbed by nightmares and frequently wakes up in a cold sweat. May abuse sleeping pills and/or alcohol sometimes (terrible idea and he knows it).

• With you, he doesn't have as much of a hard time falling asleep, but even you can't remedy the fact that he's quite depressed and traumatized... but Jeff just likes that he's not alone. Feels encouraged by the fact that you can sleep just fine... In comparison to him anyway. It motivates him to try to get some more rest rather than say "fuck it" and stay awake because it's "pointless". He's more hopeful.

[sundownsudd]

Ah, yes! I love seeing a new creepypasta blog on this site! I hope Tumblr treats you well!

creepypasta + marble hornets love languages

features: the slenderman, eyeless jack, jeff the killer, timothy w. [masky], brian t. [hoodie], ticci toby

reader: not specified

warnings: canon-typical violence [non graphic. implied], implied suggestive content

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THE SLENDERMAN

His love language is words of affirmation (giving) and he likes receiving quality time.

Common phrases he uses to express his affection:

• "You did well."

• "I'm proud of you."

• "You don't even know how much I care about you."

• "You're fantastic."

• "To think I'd come to enjoy mortal company this much..."

• "I'm so glad you're here."

Quality time with him:

• He enjoys the fine arts, human literature in particular. He'd love to have you read poetry to him and listen to your every intonation. He just loves being close to you; you don't even have to do anything.

• Feeling your presence close by soothes him greatly.

Acts of service he'd provide:

• He's not that knowledgeable about human culture or customs... but he tries to be considerate in his own way.

• Holds his tongue when he's in your presence... and praises you more consistently. He doesn't want to drag you down when you're already trying so hard.

• Also loves to physically hold things for you and make himself useful. Just hand everything over to him, he's got enough storage space (tendrils)

• He knows that humans are social creatures and thus often makes you meet up with his... thralls. Just to talk and make friends who are peers.

• He just... well, to be honest, he doesn't want you to lose out on being able to see other people's facial expressions and their body language.

• One of his worst fears would be to de-socialize you - he wants to prevent it at all cost. You're perfect just the way you are.

A thoughtful gift:

• This can go two ways.

• One the one hand, I think he's well-versed in romantic gestures due to decades worth of knowledge in pop culture through books and thus often hands you beautiful, freshly-picked bouquets...

• On the other hand, he has his own instincts... so... he hunts for you sometimes. I'm talking literal forest animals. He thinks you're going to eat a whole boar or a deer... Those gifts never end up at your doorstep because he's always been sensible enough to hold his horses right then and there, but he's often considered bringing you food because "I'm supposed to provide for you"

Favorite place to touch and be touched:

• Loves having a hand on your head and gently threading through your hair at the scalp.

• He likes it when you touch his back, especially the place from where his true from emerges. It's a very intimate thing for him.

EYELESS JACK

His love language is quality time (giving) and he likes receiving quality time, too. 

Quality time with him:

• In general, just likes being with you to talk and stimulate each other intellectually.

• What's your worldview? Explain it to him? Your political opinion? Please go into detail about everything.

• Asks you deeply philosophical questions sometimes... and don't be shy to be honest with him; he doesn't mind if your opinions clash. In fact, he loves a good debate.

Acts of Service he'd provide:

• He just loves to clean and cook, it makes him feel normal again... and he wants to be useful. Concerning cooking... well, he's forgotten how to do just that by now but he'll learn again, just for you.

A thoughtful gift:

• Hands you tea samples or incense sticks out of nowhere... to help calm you down. He knows that life's rough. And... okay, he can smell your stress.

Favorite place to touch and be touched:

• He likes to link his arms with you. It's a bit of an old people thing but he thinks it's genuinely endearing. You feel small next to him and he thinks it's very cute.

• As for him... alright... two things. At first, he thought having you touch his chest was just the best. You feel his erratic heartbeat... and sometimes you can feel two pulses and you don't reel at the thought of the literal demon possessing him.

• Then, after a long, long while into the relationship, you may gently wipe his neverending tears away... and he just about melts. Ugly sobs and everything.

Common phrases he uses to express his affection:

• He isn't a talker...

• He really only says "I love you." frequently.

• ...

• But he thinks. A lot. A lot a lot.

• "How could they love me, wretched as I am?"

• "I don't deserve you. This world doesn't deserve you."

• "Thanks for being my lifeline."

JEFFREY WOODS

His love language is acts of service (giving) and he likes receiving words of affirmation. 

Acts of Service he'd provide:

• He's almost insistent on running most of your errands... it's mostly because he believes he doesn't deserve you and because he can't exactly go out in public in broad daylight without people, at the very least, eyeing him cautiously...

• Yeah, he just wants to do things for you to ease your burdens because he's incapable of being a normal human being. Would he ever admit that? Ha, no.

• You're super scared of calling your internet provider despite having an outage? Don't even worry about it.

• You really need to send an email to book an appointment? Already done.

• You need someone to open this damn fucking jar? No matter, Doll.

Favorite place to touch and be touched:

• Jeff's, at his core, a rather intimately oblivious person... he's lived "this life" for so long that he's sort of forgotten how real life/ general society works.

• Is much more used to sexual touch that is... clinical due to no feelings being involved. Hey, he knows prostitutes just want to make money, okay... He's not that delusional

• At first, he's definitely rough with you in and outside of the bedroom, constantly slapping your behind and once, he's caught tugging on your hair while calling you "his whore".

• Only once... because you pushed him away and told him that he can't just do that, running off with a huff since it'd been so disrespectful.

• He secretly cried that night, all by himself. But he still puts on the mask of toxic masculinity and acts annoyed/snappy with you.

• His entire schtick, in the beginning, might even border on really demeaning behavior if his eyes weren't so desperately searching for your approval every time, always disappointed that you aren't pleased with him...

• You might need to have a long conversation about what you expect from one another in this relationship and suddenly, it all clicks in your mind. He's utterly clueless on top of hating vulnerability - that's what makes him so miserable and unbearable sometimes.

• He confesses that he's never been hugged by someone other than his brother before.

• Yes so he really likes hugs is what I'm trying to say.

Quality time with him:

• Singing songs (read: screaming incoherently)...

• Playing with Smile Dog, bathing him and getting dog shampoo everywhere.

• You laugh a lot together! Which is a surprise because he's such a doomer.

A thoughtful gift:

• He is too embarrassed to ever gift you anything, ever, . . . but he does write you love letters and songs. You'll never know they even existed.

Common phrases he uses to express his affection:

• Again, he's terrible at expressing himself, there's not much to work with. Though, he does think about what he'd like to say quite often...

• "You deserve so much better than me."

• "You're the best."

• "I love your smile..."

• "Can't resist you, can I?"

TIMOTHY WRIGHT + MASKY (selection)

His favourite love language is acts of service (giving) and he loves receiving physical touch. 

Acts of Service he'd provide:

• He's honestly the best when it comes to doing things in and around the house, plus he's a gentleman whom you can take out on a date in public...most of the time. Just make sure there's no unwanted company that has temporarily taken over.

• He'll always pay for you, thinks it's a matter of manner and wants to provide for you since he hasn't had the chance to care for much these past few years.

• Always brings you a hot beverage on cold days, warms your hands with his own when you're freezing. He softly grasping at your skin and embracing you.

Favorite place to touch and be touched:

• He likes touching your thighs, not even necessarily in an intimate manner... he's just a bit possessive.

• He just adores it when you lean on his shoulder or against his chest.

MASKY:

• He likes having you on top of him, it makes him feel safe to know you're there with him... he could easily protect you from the Operator like this. And it's kinda sexy, isn't it, Sunshine?

• He just about goes feral when you run your fingers down his jawline.

Quality time with him:

• Spontaneously takes you out on walks and suggests whimsical date activities, like going bowling or visiting a cat café. Never loud and crowded places, though! He's too anxious for that...

Common phrases he uses to express his affection:

• "I'm glad you're back, I missed you so much."

• "You make me feel safe."

• "You mean the world to me."

MASKY:

• "Smile for me, Sunshine."

• "You belong to me."

��"Don't worry, I got it."

• "Naughty..."

A thoughtful gift:

• Honestly not the best at giving gifts. He's an overthinker... but he likes handing you his clothes. They're all yours.

BRIAN THOMAS + HOODIE (selection)

His love language is gift giving and he likes receiving words of affirmation. 

A thoughtful gift:

• Puts that stupid camcorder (that surprisingly still works after all these years of questionable usage) to good use and creates a whole homemade movie for you, capturing all of your sweetest moments together.

• Buys you a plushie that he thinks resembles you a lot. Or him. Depends on how much of he tease you've been.

HOODIE:

• Writes you poetry and takes Polaroid pictures of himself in different places and writes cheesy declarations of love on the back of every photo, like "The sun years to burn as bright as my love for you." or "The beauty of nature doesn't come close to its greatest creation (you)." So cheesy.

Common phrases he uses to express his affection:

• "You little minx."

• "I love that look on your face."

• "Let me handle it."

• "You're so cute."

Quality time with him:

• Unsurprisingly, both Brian and Hoodie are big movie guys. They just love to sit down with you and immerse themselves in a world of fantasy. They particularly enjoy sci-fi and thrillers.

• Board game fan. Has dextrous hands and shows you magic tricks... really likes the look of wonder and excitement on your face.

Acts of Service he'd provide:

• Has never once failed to make it to dinner ever since you two got serious. Adores these peaceful moments a lot and although he isn't the best... well, he just loves cooking for you and with you. Likes the domestic life.

• always! opens doors for you.

Favorite place to touch and be touched:

• Likes having you sit on his lap... thinks it's just adorable.

• Frequently pinches your cheeks in a playful way. Loves seeing you all huffy and bratty.

• Adores it when you touch his nape, sends shivers down his spine every single time.

HOODIE:

• He can't express himself verbally and rarely got to "take over" when the situation wasn't... dire. He's a very touchy person with you. Compared to everybody else at least. Still not very affectionate overall.

• Often has a hand on the small of your back while his head is hung low, a goofy smile on his face. People that know Hoodie think it's uncanny for the emotionless guy to look so happy.

TOBIAS E. ROGERS

His love language is physical touch (giving) and he likes receiving gifts. 

Favorite place to touch and be touched:

• Toby's a holding hands kind of guy through and through... especially because his are often found shaking and he still has a tendency to chew on the skin around his nails...

• Is also obsessed with hugging you.

• Generally, he's super touch-starved and just wants to be touched anywhere... It doesn't matter to him, seriously. Do whatever you want... He's pathetic like that.

• But having you kiss down his stomach and blow raspberries on his bellow button during a particularly sensual moment because you're just so cute and playful and you never fail to surprise him... God have mercy.

• Yeah.

Common phrases he uses to express his affection:

• "You're so pretty."

• "Okay, I trust you."

• "You're special to me."

• "Hey, you're so funny!"

• "No, I love you more."

Quality time with him:

• It's difficult to wind down with him because he cannot sit still, neither can he focus very well...

• He always has to do something and it's become a habit to ask you to come with him.

•"Hey, I crave salt and vinegar chips because they're disgusting in a fun way... want to come with me?"

•"Toby, my dear, it's... it's 3am."

• "You're right. Sorry."

• "Hey, I didn't say no. Let's go!"

• "Woo!"

• He doesn't plan things, ever.

A thoughtful gift:

• Just hands you random things he found interesting while he does whatever.

• Here, take these marbles because they match your eyes.

• Look, I found this rock and it's really smooth, I think you'll like this.

• I bought you this plant because you said you were sad and it looks cool.

Acts of Service he'd provide:

• Really not good at this thing... but he's a gentleman as well, has been raised well, after all.

• For example, he insists on walking on the street side of the sidewalk... thinks it's just the right thing to do even if there are no carriages out in the streets anymore.

[sundownsudd]

Seeing Bo treat his child with such gentleness and fondness in contrast to how his parents treated him (and his brothers) when they were children will always warm my heart

UGH cant just picture Bo standing over the crib for a week after babys born, just watching them sleep and his arms are crossed and hes consentrating and as soon as that baby wriggles hes picking them up and fussing over them

ive been so sad lately and the only things that have kept me going is bo and babies and this has been sitting in my inbox for soo long and i just came across it, this is me putting out content that id like to see more of out there

also i love the shtick of rough men softening up once they become dads its the best

so here is some very self indulgent papa bo fluff

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He had been at this all day, only stopping when the baby needed to be fed or you needed to be tended to, he'd been helicopter parenting the both of you for a whole week. He had been somewhat overbearing during your pregnancy and if you thought he would let up afterwards, you were dead wrong. It was sweet though, it felt nice to be doted on and to know that Bo would step up and do his job as a father and a partner, even if at times he might unintentionally overdramatize things.

Right now Bo was off to the side of the bed where the baby's bassinet was, peering over the edge down at them. He had made such a fuss over getting the baby's room together only for him to pull the bassinet in your room the first night they cried. You had just fed and burped the baby before putting them down to sleep, Bo insisting on watching them for a little 'just to make sure'. You watched his back, the way his head ducked every so often to watch them like an hawk, you squinted-- he had better not. The baby made a noise and you heard the covers shift and, before you could say anything, Bo was diving in to pick up the baby.

"Bo, you put that baby down and let them sleep."

"They woke up, Mama." He held the baby to his chest, he made them look so tiny. It made your heart swell the way Bo had been so careful with them, as if he was afraid he'd break the baby, restlessly watching over everything they did. It reminded you of how Jonesy had reacted to a kitten Lester brought home; she tended to it constantly, couldn't leave it alone for the life of her. Though, you hold from telling that to Bo, Lester would get a kick from it, however.

"Only cause you woke them up, they'll go back to sleep if you just lay them down."

"Naw, they can sleep just fine right here." A big closed lip smile from Bo that screamed triumphant. You couldn't argue with that, so you don't. Instead you recline back on the pile of pillows Bo had gathered for you, patting your chest before opening your arms. It didn't take long for Bo to make his way back to your side, settling beside you and laying his head on your shoulder, careful not to put too much pressure on you. After some readjusting from the three of you, you finally settle with your legs tangled and Bo and the baby cradled to your chest. You placed soft kisses to any part of his face you could find, cherishing the way he smiled against your neck. Slithering a hand from his back to his neck, you carefully ran it up through his curls, just to stop and softly scratch his scalp. Bo melted into you, a noise of thanks humming in the back of his throat. It didn't take long before he was yawning, no matter how much he tried to hide, but there was no hiding from you.

You pull his head back a little so you can place a few more kisses to his face, "Get some rest, Papa." A few more kisses to his lips, nose, and chin scar. His eyes drooped but his lips curled into the most vibrant of his shit eating grins at the title.

"M'Papa."

[sundownsudd]

Genuinely, I need this man to manhandle me so bad, it's not even funny

Just the Tip

— Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader —

MDNI!!!

Summary: It’s the 1960s and Luda Mae frowns upon premarital sex like any good Christian woman. You and Tommy are young, hot, and in love but the only problem is that Tommy was raised to wait until marriage and never lets you two go any further than kissing and some groping.

But the devil lives in the hot Texan sun and even God takes a break from the summer heat.

Notes: this is super short, just pure smut, self indulgent I’m obsessed with big boy Tommy 😭😭😭 i swear I’m working on part 2 of my sister Sinclair fic but Tommy has me in a choke hold and I needed an outlet.

No TW that I can think of other than bad smut and maybe ??? Coercion??? Cause Tommy wants to be a good boy and stop before y’all go too far but you flash him and then he’s absolutely 100% in. A bit of religious stuff, period typical sexism but vaguely. Let me know if I should add anything else and I’ll get right on it. Reader isn’t ever referred to using “she/her” pronouns but is described as having breasts and does have female genitalia so I tagged it fem reader to be safe

Enjoy!!!

The early morning sun burned, chasing away what little cool air remained of the night before. While the barn shaded you from the unforgiving sun and hid you from disapproving eyes — or lecherous in the case of the older men of the family — it also trapped in the heat your two bodies gave off.

Thomas pressed his open mouth to your own, tongue swiping over your teeth eager to taste you. Your hands gripped his dark hair, ruining any half-effort attempt he had made earlier in the day to smooth down his unruly hair. He held you in his arms, body pressed tightly against him in an attempt to get as close as possible, his large frame hiding you even further from prying eyes than the shadowed corners of the old barn. The kiss was deep and hungry and served as a brief respite from Luda Maes ever watching eyes. While she had been fine with you living with the family before you and Tommy were married, she forbade you from sharing a room or being intimate, a rule she absolutely refused to budge on and one that Uncle Charlie took a strange glee in ribbing you about. But much like the Texan heat, the heated looks you gave each other were unavoidable and only grew hotter as the summer days went on. Luda Mae wanted to wait until the following spring to make your union official but at the rate the town was drying up, there wouldn't even be a priest to officiate the ceremony, much less any guest to attend. You highly doubted anyone outside of the family would want to witness your union anyway but still, Luda Mae didn't want the few who would to get wise and start counting months.

These stolen moments in the barn were as good as you could get — and by god were they good.

Tommy’s large hands groped at your breasts, pawing roughy at your nipples through the worn fabric of your old dress. It wasn’t long before you found yourself in the familiar position of being sprawled out on the barn floor, coarse hay a discomfort you had long learned to endure for the sake of pleasure.

You desperately thrust your sex up onto his growing bulge, whining when he groaned and pinned your hips with his own, preventing you from getting your desired stimulation. “Please Tommy,” you beg, lips separating, “We don’t have to do too much, I just wanna touch you.” You press open-mouthed kisses to his neck, pulling softly at the flesh with your teeth and tongue dragging across the bites to taste the salt on his skin. Your hands eagerly worked to untuck his faded green shirt and wrap around him, roaming the vast expanse of his back. His whole body shuddered in your arms, an attempt to hold back from eating you whole.

You know Thomas will put an end to your romp soon, the tense lines of his shoulders and the way he shuts his eyes a sign that he's reaching his limit, that if you two don't stop now you won't be able to stop — but that’s exactly what you want.

You're tired of holding back, of this constant edging you have to endure when you’re in his presence and it gets harder every day. Just yesterday afternoon, Uncle Charlie sprayed Tommy with the hose, telling him that he was filthy and needed to get out of those clothes before he went inside. Watching as he undressed by the back door so that you could put his clothes on the line to dry had nearly given you a heatstroke — and if Charlie’s leering grin was any clue, you swear he did it on purpose in an attempt to rile you up. You ran off before you sinned right there in the yard, the memory of Thomas's shirt clinging to his arms, his chest glistening with water had kept you company well into the night.

So before Tommy puts a stop to your roll in the hay you make your move. You lift your dress up past your breast and expose yourself to him, you can see his breath stutter in his chest, this was quickly becoming the farthest you two had ever gone.

“Just watch me, Tommy, watch me,” you say breathlessly.

And he does, he sits on his haunches like a predator, his engorged cock straining against his pants and imagining just a taste has your tongue darting out to wet your lips, his gaze fixated on the movement.

Sliding your panties off your legs, your fingers dip briefly into your wet hole, gathering slick to rub onto your clit. At the very first touch, you let out a shuddering breath and you watch as his shoulders heave.

You begin rubbing your clit at an intense pace already turned on from the earlier heavy petting, not once breaking eye contact with Thomas as you do. With each moan you muffle you see his eyes grow darker with desire breathing with his mouth open as though he could taste your scent in the air. When he finally lets his cock spring free you let out your loudest moan yet. It’s better than you ever thought. His cock is thick and heavy, drooping slightly under its own weight but still undeniably firm. It curves slightly and you imagine that if it was inside you it would scrape against your walls in a way you've never been able to do with just your fingers.

Thomas grips his cock firmly and gives it a few tugs, eyes alternating between hungrily drinking in the sight of your blissed-out expression and your dripping pussy. You buck your hips, desperate to press your clit against your fingers and Thomas jerks his length even faster, rubbing his tip and spreading his precum on his hand.

God, you wished it was you that was touching him.

Thomas settles onto his knees and after a brief hesitation begins to shuffle closer to you. The sight of him crawling to you on his knees with his dripping length in hand made your pussy clench around nothing and you let out a whimper. You remove your fingers from your clit, feeling the heat radiating from his cock as he settles on top of you, legs spreading around his waist, your hips slightly raised and resting on his thighs.

The tip hesitantly pressed against your clit and your moan fills the small space before you can suppress it. This was better than you were hoping and it felt as though you were pressing against the boundaries the lord had set for you. Tommy’s eyes find yours looking for reassurance, asking without words, “Do you think this is okay?”

You find enough comprehension in your lust-addled brain to come up with a coherent answer, “It should be fine, I think,” you stammer out, “I mean, it’s not like — not like you’re putting it in so, it should be fine.”

You’re not overly familiar with the word of God outside of Sunday services and Luda Mae’s lectures, both of which you were forced to attend and spent tuning out in favor of watching the sweat build on Tommy’s brow while he worked through the window.

You think that if God could feel the weight of Thomas like you did, feel the heat like you could, you think he’d forgive the sin of your act.

It seems like that was all the reassurance that Thomas needed because no sooner than the words fumbled their way out of your mouth that he begins to drag the length of his cock against your slit.

God, if this is what hell was supposed to be like, burning and full of decadence, then perhaps you didn’t mind being a sinner.

The way he ruts against you is euphoric. Heavy breaths escape you both and you can’t help the words that spill from your lips.

“God, Tommy, I wish you would put it inside me,” you whine out “‘wanna feel your fat cock in my pussy, wanna get filled,” you might as well be begging at this point, and Tommy's increases his pace to the point that you think he wants the same thing, that he’s desperate to thrust into you rather than against you and —

And then the tip of his cock catches on your entrance and you both stop breathing.

“Maybe — Maybe it doesn’t count.” You stammer out, “It didn’t go in and it’s just the tip, and I don’t think that the tip counts” With the slightest twitch of his hips the tip of his cock has slipped inside.

"It's - it's just the tip it's fine” Your words sound empty even to you but the reassurance is all Tommy needs to push forward and let the head of his cock slide into your welcoming heat

His soul nearly leaves his body when he feels your raw pussy on the head of his cock. He jerks his length furiously and your fingers begin to move against your clit again, eager to meet your high with Thomas.

But it’s not enough. He was right there, right there just one push of his hips he’d be right where you needed him

“Please Tommy” Canting your hips slightly so the tip begins to dig deeper into you, you begin to plead once more, “wanna feel you fill me up, wanna remember the shape of your cock please”

Thomas feels years of control break at your words and with one swing of his hips, he bottoms out instantly. You feel like you've been punched in the gut as the air rushes out of you and you let out a sound like a wounded animal. Tommy stays still deep inside you, shaking and heaving, absolutely drunk on the feeling of your soaked walls clenching vigorously around his length.

You feel full in a way you've never thought possible. His length throbs, its girth stretching you in a way that burns.

When he finally starts thrusting, you’re not ready. He’s like a man possessed, solely focused on the feel of you around him, your skin pressed against his, his blood pounding in his ears.

“Wait— Tommy, ah, slow — slow down, oh god!” You can’t hold back your moans and he can’t stop, both fully engrossed in the feel of each other with no control over your own lust. Thomas crashes his lips onto yours in a halfhearted attempt to keep down your moans, it’s sloppy, clashing teeth and drooling tongues, spit escaping your lips, unlike any you’ve shared before.

This is completely different from what you’ve imagined your first time together would be like. It’s not your wedding night, you're laying on the dirty barn floor and there’s absolutely nothing gentle about the way Tommy is ravaging you. Your pussy is sopping wet and with every thrust, it lets out an embarrassing squelch, your juices and Tommy’s pre-cum leak down your ass and make a sticky mess in his dark pubes.

He doesn’t stop even as your walls spasm around him, cumming on his cock and digging your nails into his strong back. He works you through your orgasm even as your mouth clumsily forms the words to beg for him to slow down or to give you a moment. It’s too much, the sensations completely overloading your brain and all you can do is hold on tightly to him, lost in the ecstasy of your release.

Thomas lets out a deep, guttural groan as he cums, hips stuttering as he bullies his fat cock into the deepest part of your sex, filling you to the brim and your vision goes white.

Boneless, neither one of you makes a move to separate from the other, so thoroughly satisfied and content to lie where you are holding each other, Thomas’s softening cocking slipping out of you and spilling his release onto the ground.

His weight on you is comforting, you gently press kisses to his face and bask in the way his heavy breaths caress your sweaty skin.

“I love you.” You whisper into the shell of his ear and he squeezes you against him, repeating the words in his garbled voice the best he could. Your love is just for the two of you, no one else had a place in your world, no one else had the right to peak in on your affection or gawk at your differences.

This moment in time was just for the two of you.

“Thomas! Where the hell are ya, boy!”

Well, until Uncle Charlie’s voice brought you back down to reality.

[sundownsudd]

I loved this show so much! I wish it didn't get cancelled, especially with what happened in the cliffhanger...

She… she calls it “Chupi”.

THE IMPERFECTS 1.03 “Portland Warehouse Massacre”