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babiebom · 6 months

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Sdv Age and Height Headcanons

A/N: hi! It’s officially my birthday(the 15th) and I am now 23 :((((( I didn’t know what to post because everything is in the works right now but I wanted to post something to celebrate in a way so here!! Only base game stardew characters so no ridgeside or expanded. I do count Rasmodius/Marlon/Gunther/Morris as base game even though they’re expanded upon in mods. If anyone has questions for me (personal or about my fics or whatever) feel free to request or ask!!

Tw: none other than a mention of death in Shane’s part.

Sdv Masterlist

Sebastian

We always have to start with the loml (it tries to autocorrect loml to mommy and lonely btw)

I think he’s about 23-26 I think he has a degree in IT but I’m not sure. He has to be able to have graduated or taken classes or something.

I think he’s 5’10 at the shortest and 6’2 maybe 6’2 1/2 at the tallest.

Idk just seems tall to me because he’s lowkey intimidating.

Sam

Him and Abigail are in the same age range. I think they were born in the same year.

This means he is about 22-25 and his birthday occurs right after summer break(maybe I should do birthday headcanons?)

I think he is a very tall boy(keep in mind that I am short af so what I mean by very tall depends)

So maybe he is 5’10 at the shortest like Seb and 6’3 at the tallest.

I think him and Seb can be interchangeable when it comes to height? Both of them however come behind Harvey and Elliott but not by a lot.

Shane

The shortest bachelor for sure

I think he is very short and stocky he gives me big strong dad energy like your dads not the tallest but man is strong af.

So maybe 5’5-5’8? I mean 5’8 isnt short at all really but keep in mind I’m saying this is the tallest he can be, and the height really does make some guys seem really short when in reality they arent( also my phone tried to add king every time I typed short so there’s that)

Among the older bachelors so about 31-35?

I feel like that’s enough time to go from playing football(sorry gridball) in high school, getting a scholarship to play in college, dropping out to take care of his goddaughter when his friends die and becoming depressed.

He just seems like a 30 something year old going through the trenches :(.

Harvey

I think the oldest out of the bachelors and bachelorettes. He has gone to med school and that is I think at least like 4 years then 8 years? Unless I’m wrong lmao

So I think he would be around 35-38

He’s an older man that has spent his life helping people it’s so cute

He is on the taller side. In my mind he gives gentle giant vibes.

So 6’0 at the shortest and maybe 6’5 at the tallest. I think he towers over people but his posture is so bad that no one notices.

Alex

I think he is between the ass trio and Maru so 21-24

I think he graduated high school only a couple years prior to year one because of how passionate he is about gridball and how he thinks it’ll happen I don’t think anyone older would be like “someday I’ll go pro” they’d be crushed already

I think he is 6’0 exactly. He gives off 6 feet vibes like I can see that if he had a tinder profile it would 100 percent say “I’m 6’0 btw”

Elliott

I think he’s 34 exactly.

He seems like during his 20s he worked in the family business, he did what was told of him because he didn’t really know how to be an adult.

Then when he hit 30 he decided that he didn’t want anything to do with the family business and decided to move to Pelican Town to follow his dreams of writing.

He had enough money saved up to move and cut contact with his parents after they threatened to disown him because of him choosing to chase his dreams.

I think he is up there with Harvey as I’ve already said. I think they could be the same height range and who is taller is interchangeable.

So 6’0-6’5 really. Gives off hunk on the cover of a romance novel vibes.

Penny

I think she’s around 24-26. And I do think she has a teaching license and an education degree so this would give her enough time to have graduated and come back to Pelican Town after like a year of teaching in the city.

She seems sort of mature but immature at the same time, like immature when it comes to romance and dating, and sort of life but also she has the vibes of an introvert that was forced to mature quickly so she is good at making decisions, but at the same time her emotions are out of whack.

I think she’s a petite girl she doesn’t look very tall at all.

So I think she’s 5’2-5’5 I think for women to me 5’5 that’s the cap on people seeming short to me for women.

Abigail

Luckily I didn’t have to think about this too hard because I already answered this in one of my very first posts

I think she is 5’4 to 5’8 (sorry I’m American so 162 to 172 cm?)

She’s the first one I’m doing I’m not converting everyone but it’s like 2.5 cm per inch and 30.5 per foot

Her age is around 22-25 in year 1 I think. I know I’m my original Abigail headcanon I said oldest is 24 but I think 25 is okay.

She is amongst the youngest in her grade level during school years.

Haley

I think she’s on the younger side, like the same age range as Alex. Especially because she gives the vibes if she just graduated and hasn’t grown out of her mean girl/insecure personality

So she’s about 21-24

I think she’s similar to Abigail where she gives off like petite girl energy but also tall girl energy. Like I feel like she was a cheerleader and people always said that she could model so maybe she’s on the taller side

So maybe 5’4-5’7

Idk what it is about women that are 5’7 are specifically beautiful to me, they seem super tall but not so tall that it makes me feel like they’re a giant, their arms and legs are long idkidk.

Emily

She’s the older sister of Haley, and I think she’s pretty close to Shane and Gus so I think she’s on the older side

I also think that she could be the oldest out of all the bachelorettes.

So maybe 29-35

She seems a lot more mature than Haley, as well as understanding and confident in her life and her choices

As well as she doesn’t seem insecure or as if she’s weird at all like I think younger people are.

I think her height range is very small compared to the others like

She’s 5’5-5’6

She gives off the vibes for that like not too short not too tall just average.

Maru

In my opinion Maru is the youngest out of the bachelorettes AND bachelors because I think everyone is around the same age and she’s the younger sister of Sebastian who I think is closer to everyone else’s ages so it makes her younger.

I think she’s about 19-21

Like yes she’s working as a nurse, but it’s a small town and she’s an actual genius, I don’t think they care that she’s young. Besides Harvey handles everything on his own she mostly does paperwork and assistant stuff.

Her height has to be around like 5’2-5’4 I think she is a very small girl despite Robin and Demetrius being a little on the taller side.

Leah

I think she might be the second oldest out of the bachelorettes

Like her backstory is her working in a dead end job, she was in a longtime relationship and could’ve gotten married had she not decided to leave

So she’s about 27-31 she’s not the same age as Emily, but she does hang out with Elliott so I think she’s a little older.

I think she’s about 5’6 she makes me feel as if she’s about average in heigh because of how artistic she is I feel like anyone smaller would be very disadvantaged when carving or doing anything and so would someone taller.

Pierre

I think he would be about 5’9-5’11

Like he doesn’t seem too tall but he does give me taller side energy

Would probably tell people he’s 6 feet bc he gives me the vibes of someone who would because he wants to seem like he’s perfect.

I think he’s like 45-48

He is for sure older than Caroline especially because I believe he is into the traditional gender roles which means younger wife and older husband.

Caroline

Caroline I think is a very average woman. And not by looks because I think she actually would be quite attractive like I feel like she would be vERY beautiful.

I mean in terms of her body, she isn’t too big or too small, she didn’t have too much fat or too little her body is just average.

So I think she would be 5’4-5’6

I also think all of the moms are in a similar age range so she would be 44-47

Honestly with the way they’re designed I would’ve said 30s but that would make no sense if their kids are in the marrying age/having kids range.

Jodi

I think she is on the shorter side, she gives me short thicc mom energy. Especially because Kent is a military man.

So maybe 5’2-5’5 bc I think Kent towers over her and so does Sam. The kids did not get her genes because I do think Vincent would be quite tall when he is an adult.

I also think she would be like 43-46 she has a kid that’s an adult and a kid that’s a child so I think this age range would be more plausible for her to have had one kid young and the other one at an older age.

Kent

Is large and in charge like BIG MAN

So I think he must be 6’2-6’5

Like towers over most people and intimidates them based on size alone.

Similar age as Jodi. I think they probably were in the same grade in high school so same age 43-46

Vincent

Right now like as of year 1 would probably be tiny

Like people think he’s going to turn out like Jodi but would actually turn out to be like Kent and Sam and be huge.

So maybe like 3’10?

Kinda small for his age but not like super small?

He is probably 6 or 7 years old

So CUTEEEEEE

Evelyn

Granny Evelyn is probably TINY

Like I think she is 4’9

She’s so cute and small and was probably taller when she was younger

Also old as HELL from how she looks

So maybe from 80-95

Because she as well as George have to older than everyone on the older side.

George

Was probably on the taller side before he was wheelchair bound.

Probably 5’11 exactly like not super tall but tall enough.

Him and Evelyn have such a big height gap and it’s ADORABLE.

I think maybe 2 or 3 years older than Evelyn

83-98 so super old lmao

Pam

I think the oldest out of the parents

So maybe 49-54

She hates the fact that she’s on the older side out of the parents, especially because she isn’t really close to the others as much as she would like to be. She feels out of place among them.

I think she’s about 5’6 I can see her being VERY beautiful when she was younger, and she probably still has a nice body and face, especially if she stops drinking.

Lewis

His ass is probably in his 60s but sees himself as younger

I think 60s isn’t really old at all, like it’s still enough time to do different things.

But his glory days are over

Probably 5’9 like average height.

Clint

I think he might be younger than Emily. His crush seems very immature to me. And it makes him a little less incel-y but idk.

So maybe 27-30?

He’s definitely old enough to know not to act a fool but like it makes sense at this age that he’s an asshole after being rejected for so long y’know.

I think he’s maybe 5’9? Not too short but not too tall. Definitely thinks being taller could’ve helped his situation.

Gunther

I cannot tell anything about this man at ALL

He’s very mysterious

I think he is literally 40-59

Could literally be anywhere in that

He’s probably 5’10 too since I think he’s able to see something on the shelves, and he can see over the counter.

Gus

He’s on the older side. Idk if he has kids or anything, but he gives dad vibes

So maybe 50-59 not too old but like middle aged.

Very sweet and that’s what gives me the father vibes.

Also he doesn’t seem like a gossip but knows a lot which gives me that age range.

I think he’s either 5’6 or 6’3 nothing else. I think 5’6 is more likely though.

Demetrius

I think he is a little younger than Robin. It’s lowkey what makes him and Sebastian to be so bad at getting along.

So maybe 40-42?

Old enough to be a dad but not really old enough I guess.

I think he is VERY tall. Especially since in game it looks like he has a little height over Robin.

So 6’3 at the shortest? 6’5 at the most?

Robin

43-46

I think she had Sebastian at 20? Maybe younger but I think 20 is a good age. She was young and barely out of teenagedom that her parents were probably upset.

I think she’s a little tall but not too tall like 5’7

Very beautiful and her legs are longer than her torso but not in a tall SpongeBob vibe y’know.

Marlon

I think he’s in his 50s? So 50-60

I think he is younger than Lewis and that’s also why they can’t really get along other than Marnie.

Probably 5’10

Like tall enough that when fighting monsters he has no disadvantage but not so tall that he can’t get anything done.

Linus

He is also mysterious.

He looks old but at the same time he lives in nature and his looks probably don’t match his age.

So anywhere from 50-70?

Some 70 year olds look young and can move around and I don’t doubt that he is agile due to him being a nature man.

Leo

On the taller side of kids.

So sort of like 4’5 or almost 5’0

I think Leo is older than Jas and Vincent

But not too much older that it’s weird.

So maybe 10?

Marnie

I think she is on the older side. I don’t think that she is too old, for sure younger than Lewis

I think she’s like 50-56?

Young enough that Lewis wants to sleep with her for sure

Also young enough that she still hopes by some miracle that she has a child

I think she’s like 5’2-5’4

Rasmodius

I think he is either like super old like hundreds of years or like a mortal person old

So maybe like 60-70

Quite a bit older than Caroline and old enough that he has lived and seen some things

Like an affair and a divorce and losing everything

Probably 6’0 exactly ngl

Jas

Also on the smaller side, and will end up like 5’2 at most when she’s older

So like 3’7 first year she is a very small BABY

She’s also the same age as Vincent so 6 or 7

Willy

I think he is old but doesn’t look it

So in his 60s-70s

Has time to fish and perfect it has time to gain things and lose things

Has lived through a LOT

I think he is 5’5-5’9

A bit on the smaller side but y’know short kings exist.

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drdemonprince · 6 months

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Hey, I just wanted to thank you for your honesty and willingness to explain how queer spaces can be a lot less transphobic than discourse within the trans community can make it seem. A lot of the past few years for me have been spent closeted out of fear that reactions around me would be uniformly hostile. Things are obviously going to be different for me as a transfem, but I have a much easier time being optimistic now!

I am so glad! Listen, the people who post online all the time about how miserably hard it is to find a place for oneself as a trans person create a kind of reverse survivorship bias. They are the people who have already convinced themselves it's best to forever remain closeted or that forging any kind of accepting community for oneself is impossible. Often, they are also people who once harbored unrealistic fantasies about just strolling up one day into a pre-existing community that was perfect for them, not realizing that we must form our relationships painstakingly one by one (it tends to be the white eggs/unhappy lonely trans people who are most prone to thinking of community in that way). there's plenty of trans guys who are doomers like this too and they really tend to actively encourage one another to remain locked away. it's like incel kind of behavior when it's taken to its most extreme form. sometimes, it can be outwardly really nasty homophobic shit too (especially among "afabs" who complain about "cis gays" never accepting them and being super privileged). in its milder form, it's just extreme trauma brain.

The people you do not hear from so much are the people who are busy out in the world going on dates, acting in plays, getting their asses spanked in dungeons, playing tabletop roleplaying games, and going to farmer's markets with their three also transgender wives. Those are the people who know (that is to say, have learned!) how to interact with their fellow queer people, have spent some time out in the community, and in all likelihood have many rich friendships with cis lesbians, cis gay men, enbies, asexuals, bisexuals, straight ish poly people, and everybody else under our big umbrella.

I don't want to be overly pollyannaish because of course trans people have a tough time, and especially trans women have unfortunately to be on the lookout for really vile transmisogyny. But I think when people are wounded and traumatized by these things, they sometimes make the entire world sound incredibly unwelcoming, which creates a self-limiting feedback loop of isolation and mistrust. That is what trauma does! But it is not the truth. and we only learn otherwise when we give other people the chance to prove our worst fears wrong.

Like, just for an example, this Sunday I was at a silent book club at Dorothy, a gay bar on the west side that skews lesbian but is for everyone. I'd never been there before but it was an absolutely charming experience! Dozens upon dozens of lesbians draped over couches and curled up in chairs with their books, quaffing cocktails, alongside a few random dots of gay and/or trans men. Trans women were just a natural completely unremarkable feature of this environment. I couldn't even tell you how many t girls were there. It would be like counting plus sized girls or butches at this lesbian function. If it's a good lesbian function, there's gonna be a diverse crowd and it won't be weird or a big deal to anyone, they'll just be like any other women there. a lot of the big lesbian events here in Chicago (like Strapped) are organized by trans women, so of course there's a robust trans femme presence there.

And all of these groups at this function were getting laid. the couches were overflowing with women, so many that girls were grabbing pillows to sit on and huddle together with their books on the floor. Girls canoodled and cuddled on couches. I saw a cis alt girl covered in facial piercings flirting with a very prim and proper trans girl who was dressed like a victorian governness. they didnt know one another, but after the silent book club hour was done, they left for a while together, then came back with some food. across from me and my friends, i watched them gathering up on the couch, the space between their bodies slowly closing up into nothing over the course of the evening. they flirted and touched and then left the bar together to (and im no expert on body language but i could pick up on this one) fuck eachothers tits right off.

and of course plenty of other lesbians and wlw paired off or tripled off and had their fun too. again, just like steamworks, fat people, thin people, black and brown people, white people, disabled people, neurodivergent people, trans people, older people, younger people, everybody was there. like any good queer space, it was just a reflection of humanity. there is always more that can be done to make these spaces more broadly accessible to full community. but part of that is by putting ourselves there.

again i dont mean to make it sound like finding and making one's space is easy! especially not for trans women! but I also don't want people to get seduced by the hopeless jadedness that some foment online. there are spaces that some trans women I know will never go to -- even an explicitly trans affirming bookstore like Women and Children First gives many trans women I know bad vibes they cant quite explain but all feel (the store is owned and run by old white cis lesbians, it's not surprising to me that it's a little fucked no matter their good intentions) -- and ive heard people say transmisogynistic stuff at events, particularly from "ill date anybody but cis men" type t boys (my brothers, i hate you). shit can be tough. very tough. but also, the world isn't all uniformly as hostile as it's made out to be. there are people who are desperate to meet you. I hope you will come out to find them.

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fatecantstopme · 2 years

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Let Me Remind You

Pairing: Morpheus x reader

Summary: Morpheus believes you have forgotten how much you mean to him, so he endeavors to remind you…

Warnings: A little bit of angst, a moderate amount of fluff, and a whole lot of smut.

You wandered around the library aimlessly, gently running your fingers along the spines of the books you passed, your mind somewhere very far away. You'd been doing this every day for some time now, and others had begun to take notice.

"My lady?" Lucienne asked cautiously from behind you.

"Hmm?" you hummed in response.

"Is there something I can do for you?" she asked gently. "You have been spending much of your time in the library as of late."

You turned to face her and offered a soft smile. "I am quite alright, but I appreciate your concern, Lucienne."

The librarian nodded, but was not quite ready to back down. "If I may speak freely, my lady..."

"You may always speak freely, Lucienne. You know that."

She cleared her throat softly. "It is just--I have noticed you have not seemed quite like yourself these past few weeks."

"What do you mean?" You knew exactly what she meant, but you weren't sure if you wanted to admit it to her, or even yourself.

"You have seemed, pardon me for saying, but lonely, perhaps?"

You released a gentle sigh. "How could I possibly be lonely when I am surrounded by the lovely dream folk? By your kind presence?"

Lucienne nodded. "Of course, my lady. I only meant to say that I know Lord Morpheus has been quite busy--"

"Indeed he has, Lucienne," you said gently, but firmly. "He is a king, and as such he has duties he must attend to. I cannot, in good conscience, fault him for that."

Lucienne bowed slightly. "As you say, my lady. I did not wish to offend."

Your expression remained soft as you observed your husband's librarian. "Do not worry yourself, Lucienne. You have not offended me." You selected a random book from the shelf in front of you, not even bothering to observe the title. "I think I shall retire to my chambers to read."

Lucienne bowed again. "Of course, my lady."

You did return to your chambers, but you had no desire to read the book you'd picked up. In truth, Lucienne's uncanny ability to notice your emotions had simply made you uncomfortable. She was not wrong, however. You missed your husband dearly. He had been incredibly busy since he'd returned from his time in captivity, and you understood completely. Although, you could admit to yourself that you craved his presence, his authoritative voice, his loving touch. You had not spent more than 10 minutes with Morpheus in weeks, let alone made love to him. While his distance caused you pain, you would not, could not, tell him. It would not be fair, to him or to the realm.

**********

Morpheus was standing in his throne room, bent over a table littered with various papers and books. What appeared to be utter chaos to the untrained eye, was completely logical to him. He was deep in thought, eyes glued to the page in front of him, when he felt the presence of a certain librarian. "What can I do for you, Lucienne?" he asked without looking up.

Lucienne cleared her throat. "Good afternoon, my lord. I wished to speak with you about something rather personal."

That got his attention. He straightened up and his eyes met hers, confusion evident in his gaze. "Personal?"

"Indeed, sir. It is about the Queen."

Morpheus quickly stamped down the panic that threatened to rise within him. "Is something wrong? Is she unwell?"

Lucienne shook her head quickly, wishing to dispel her master's concern. "Nothing of that sort, my lord," she paused. "May I speak freely?"

"Always, Lucienne."

"Well, sir, I believe the Queen may, perhaps, be a bit...melancholy."

His brow furrowed. "Melancholy? In what way? She has been most pleasant around me."

"When was that, my lord?"

Much to the dream lord's surprise, he found it difficult to answer her question. It dawned on him that he could not remember the last time he had really spent more than a few minutes with his wife. His starry eyes met Lucienne's, her own eyes confirming his fear. "She is lonely," he said softly.

"It is not my place to say, my lord, but I do believe you should speak with her."

Morpheus closed his eyes for a moment, reaching out into The Dreaming, seeking your presence. When he found you, he opened his eyes and said in a hushed voice, "I must go, Lucienne. You are in charge until I return."

Lucienne knew he intended to be away for more than a few hours. She simply inclined her head and offered him a knowing smile. "Of course, sir."

Before his librarian was even finished speaking, Morpheus had disappeared from the throne room, leaving his work behind.

**********

You were sitting on the window bench in your room, gazing out at The Dreaming below. The sun had begun to set, casting a beautiful pink and gold glow across the land. You wondered where Morpheus was, as you often had in recent weeks.

As if the dream lord had heard your thoughts, he materialized just inside the closed door. "My lady," he said softly.

You turned your head to look at him, giving him a warm smile. "Do you have time to sit with me for a moment, my love?" you asked.

It almost pained him to hear you voice such a question. As if he could ever not have time for you. "I always have time for you," he said softly, crossing the room to sit across from you, his back against the window.

You sensed his mood, but you were unsure of the cause. "You are upset, my lord. Has something happened?"

He shook his head. "I spoke with Lucienne just now. She helped me realize that I have not been the best husband as of late."

You looked surprised. "You are an amazing husband, Morpheus. I could not ask for a better partner."

He looked at your face and saw nothing but sincerity. "My love, have I not been distant? Have I not left you alone for far too long?"

"None of that is true, my lord. Yes, you have been busy these past weeks, but that is the nature of your role. You are the ruler of this realm, its most vital piece, the essence that keeps The Dreaming alive. Your role as king will always come first. I have understood and accepted that from the very beginning."

Your words brought pain to your lover's eyes, pain you did not understand. “Have I truly failed you so terribly, my love?”

“You haven’t failed me, Morpheus," you answered in confusion.

“I must have, for you to believe, for even the slightest moment, that anything could possibly come before you in my heart.”

You shook your head. “The Dreaming is your creation, my lord. It must come first.”

“You are my love, my heart, nothing will ever be more important. No duty, no kingdom, could ever compare.” His eyes seemed to burn as he spoke, passion igniting deep within them.

You were silent, words failing to come to you. Your husband had changed during his time in captivity, but it was evident his love for you had only grown.

“It seems, my beloved, I must remind you of your importance.” His eyes darkened as he spoke and you realized how he intended to remind you.

“Morpheus,” you said cautiously.

“You deserve to be worshipped, my Queen, and that is exactly what I plan to do.” Morpheus stood up and slowly removed his coat before taking your hand to guide you to the bed. His touch was gentle and warm, as it always was with you. "Lay down, darling."

You did as he asked, as you always did, but there was something different about this moment. He was always authoritative with everyone, even you, but his voice had a gentle, loving quality that you had missed dearly, long before his absence. "Morpheus?" you asked softly.

His eyes met yours and you almost gasped at their beauty. It had been ages since you'd seen them shine so brightly, like stars against a velvet sky. "Yes, my love?"

"You have changed," you whispered, unsure of whether you should utter those words aloud.

His brow furrowed slightly, and a look of sorrow clouded his face. "I have loved you for ages long since passed, though I did not always treat you with the love and tenderness you deserve." He seemed almost heartbroken as he spoke. "I wish to remedy my mistakes. I wish to ensure you know how my heart craves you, how my soul relishes in your very essence, how my body craves the touch of your gentle hands. I wish to worship you, beloved, as you deserve to be worshipped."

Your lips parted and your breath caught in your chest. Never, in your hundreds of years of marriage, had he ever spoken to you in such a way. The loneliness you had felt suddenly turned to desperation. You needed him, just as he needed you. You reached out a hand, silently pleading with him to join you.

Morpheus climbed onto the bed, taking your outstretched hand in his, kissing it gently before placing it against his chest. You could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath his skin. "My heart beats only for you, my love."

You were unsure where the romantic words were coming from, but you were not going to complain. "I love you, Morpheus," you murmured softly.

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss against your soft lips. "I know, as I have always known." He kissed you again, a little slower this time. "My love for you is as endless as I myself, am."

You let out a heavy breath, desire sinking into every fiber of your being. "Please, my lord. I need to feel you."

"As you wish, my lady." He kissed you deeply, holding your body close as he pressed down against you. Your clothes faded away into nothingness, as did his; a wonderful trick of his you had always appreciated.

The moment you felt the smooth silk of his skin against yours, you released a soft moan against his lips. He responded by tightening his grip on you, long fingers digging into your flesh. Your own fingers clung to his shoulders before finding their way into his unruly hair. You gripped his black locks tightly, earning a pleasured groan from your lover. You had not forgotten how much he appreciated your fingers in his hair.

His lips trailed down to your neck, seeking your most sensitive spot, nipping gently at your pulse point. It seemed the dream lord had not forgotten what you appreciated.

Your moans were soft, but your hands were firm against his skin, a stark contrast to the way his fingers gripped your soft curves. He held on tightly, as if you would simply melt away in his hands if he let you go.

He was more gentle with you than he had ever been, more adoring than you knew him capable of. Each movement, each caress, each kiss was reverent in a way you did not expect from the King of Dreams.

It was not, however, his touch, nor his affection, that made you breathless. It was the way he looked at you, eyes deeper than the deepest oceans, as vast as the universe itself, and brighter than all the stars in the sky. Those beautiful eyes of his never left yours. It did not matter where he strayed, he could not tear his gaze away from your face. It made you feel like a goddess, to be so clearly worshipped by an Endless in this way.

His lips came back up to yours in a gentle, yet passionate kiss. When he pulled away, allowing you a moment to breathe, he whispered against your ear, "What is on your mind, beloved?"

"You," you whispered in return, hands snaking up his torso, appreciating every muscle and curve of his body.

"Hmmm," he hummed quietly, sending shivers up your spine. "What about me has captured your thoughts?"

His hot breath and soft lips against your ear sent waves of desire through your body. "Your eyes, my lord," you murmured. "It is your eyes."

"My eyes?" he asked in slight confusion, lifting his head to look at you.

Yet again, his gaze took your breath away, but this time he took notice of it. He saw the way your pupils dilated, the way your body reacted to his presence, the halt of your breaths...but what he noticed most of all was the way you looked at him. As if he'd personally hung the moon for you and you alone.

"Your eyes hold the universe within their beautiful depths, an endless universe filled with wonders beyond my imagination. They have a beauty to them, and a softness, that I have not seen in many years." You sighed. "They speak without words, my lord. They tell of your admiration, your affection, and your love...all for a woman who had long since forgotten how it felt to be under your gaze."

His eyes turned glossy with unshed tears as he listened to your words. He truly had neglected you for far too long, even before he was captured by Burgess. He had loved you from the beginning, but he had not known how to express that love, but in this moment, he somehow felt as if he knew, as if he had always known, somewhere deep inside himself. "You deserve more than I can ever give you, my love, but I promise to try. I make this vow to you, that I shall always, for the rest of my days, endeavor to show you the love, affection, and admiration I have always held for you."

You laid beneath him, silent and still, afraid that if you moved even an inch, you would awaken to find this had all been a dream. But the way he looked at you, the way his fingers grazed your skin, the way his deep, velvet voice covered your mind and body, all told you this was real. As real as the man hovering over you with nothing but an expression of deep, passionate love on his face. As real as the endless love you had for him. As real as the feeling of his flesh against yours and the beating of his heart matching the tempo of your own. This was love in its purest form. A love from which you would never recover, not that you wished to.

"Morpheus," you said quietly, gentle hands rising to touch his handsome face. "It has been ages since we truly made love. That is what I wish for this night."

He moved closer to you, pressing his body into yours. "Beloved, there is nothing I would rather do, no pleasure I would rather give."

This man, who of course was no mere man, made you desperate in a way you never imagined, and when he touched your body in your most sensitive spots, he made you see stars.

His lips and tongue were gentle at first against your core, a teasing sensation more than anything. You whimpered at the feeling, hips pushing towards him, begging for more.

Morpheus could not help but indulge you (and perhaps, himself). His mouth was expert-level perfection as he feasted upon you. Every flick, every swirl of his tongue, each time he sucked or licked, gave you incredible pleasure. You made the sweetest sounds for him, encouraging him to continue his ministrations. He loved the feeling of your hand in his hair, fingers tangled in the messy locks; your other hand gripping onto his forearm, the only other part of him you could reach.

The whines and moans he tore from your throat began to increase in volume and pitch, an indicator of your impending release. The dream lord tightened his grip on your hips, forcing his face even deeper into you, his own moans sending vibrations through your core. He was as desperate to feel your release as you were to have it.

You chanted his name like a prayer as he took you to the highest heights before calling out his name as you fell over the edge. Your fingers dug into his flesh and tugged on his hair even harder than before, eliciting a groan from deep inside of him. His gentle mouth worked you through your spasms of pleasure, only ceasing when you gave his hair a gentle tug and squirmed away from his lips.

He rose up to look at you, mouth covered in your slick. He licked his lips as he stared at you, enjoying the lingering taste of you. "You taste so sweet, beloved. I could stay here all night, if you were to let me."

You chuckled lightly. "I do think I would pass out from sheer pleasure long before the night was over, my lord."

He raised a single eyebrow. "Is that a challenge, my lady?"

You smacked his arm affectionately, a gesture you had not done since the early days of your marriage. For a moment, you worried you had crossed a line, but your concern was quickly dissuaded when the dream lord gave you a warm smile. "Perhaps another night, then," he said softly.

He crawled up your body, placing soft kisses on your skin as he moved.

"Mmm, perhaps," you responded, desire already digging its claws into you once more.

He paid special attention to each of your breasts, ensuring neither one felt neglected. "I have missed touching your body in this way," he said, almost to himself.

"Hmm?"

He seemed to realize he had spoken out loud. "I simply mean, I have not showed your beautiful body the respect it deserves in a very long time."

You sighed softly, hand slipping under his chin and gripping tightly. You gently pulled him towards you until his lips were mere inches away from yours. "Hear this, Morpheus, and hear it clearly. You have never shown me anything but love and respect in all our years together. Even when we grew apart, I always knew you cared."

He laid his forehead against yours, brilliant blue eyes swimming with emotion as they met yours. "I do like when you call me by my name," he murmured.

You turned your head to the side as you observed him. "As opposed to?"

"Words of formality or titles. I have always loved to hear my name on your beautiful lips."

You smiled and tilted your head up so your lips brushed against his. "Morpheus," you whispered against them.

He groaned softly and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss began as a gentle expression of his love, but quickly morphed into a passionate fire he could not douse.

There was something beautiful and new about this moment, this feeling between you both. Thousands of years of marriage, and yet neither of you had ever felt this before. It was a feeling you did not want to ever lose, nor would Morpheus ever let it die.

The kiss was all-consuming, a passion burning so bright it blinded you. You felt his hands caress your body, every inch of your skin set ablaze by his touch. Your own hands danced across his skin, sending ripples of pleasure through him.

Morpheus sat up, giving you a look you understood. You simply nodded and he wordlessly entered you in one slow movement. You sighed happily, the fullness a welcoming feeling you craved. As his hips began to rock, you moaned against the skin of his chest, teeth digging into his flesh gently as the pleasure overtook you.

He lowered his head into the crook of your neck and murmured his love for you against the sensitive skin. When your nails dug into his back, he gasped your name against your skin.

Everything about it was beautiful and raw, from the way he moved, to the way sweet sounds glided past your lips. Neither of you could breathe, the pleasure too great for any other sensation.

It did not take long for you both to reach your breaking point. The King of Dreams, however, was an exceptionally proud man, and he would never allow himself to feel his release before you. Your pleasure was paramount in his mind, nothing else mattered.

"I can feel you tightening, my love," he said softly. "I know you are close."

You nodded, unable to speak.

"I need to feel your pleasure, my darling, please. Let go for me."

As if all you needed was his permission, you suddenly tumbled into an ocean of pleasure, each movement sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body until your mind was clouded with nothing but him. "Morpheus," you gasped.

Your husband groaned loudly, the love-drunk way you spoke his name enough to give him his own release. His hips faltered and his breath caught in his chest as he emptied within you, giving you all he had to offer.

When he was done, he collapsed on top of you, covering your body in his own. Your arms wrapped around him instinctively, holding him close to you, one hand gently running your fingers through his hair. You kissed the top of his head and closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of his skin against yours.

"I could stay here until the end of time," he whispered.

You smiled. "I would allow it."

He chuckled and kissed your skin softly. He seemed to realize suddenly that his full body weight was on top of you and he lifted himself up slightly. "Am I hurting you, my love?"

"No," you insisted, tightening your grip on him. "I quite like this feeling."

He smiled and settled back down against you, content to let you hold him close. He preferred to be the one holding you, to always be the one in charge, but in the comfort of his own room, he dropped his guard and let you take the reins. It was yet another way he reminded you of his love. There was no one else in existence with whom he would show such vulnerability, and it was a gift you cherished more than anything else he could ever give you.

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a/n: a continuation of this post, although altered to be a summer break instead of winter. completely got lost in that 😭 please excuse any informalities, i’m still getting used to writing in second person (or smut for that matter), and tumblrs post format! so don’t be mean ;(

context (if you don't want to read the previous post): Reader is visiting her hometown for the summer. A rising grad student who just so happens to bump into Sukuna at the airport. After quick introductions, he gives her his number in case she gets too lonely...

content ahead: southern sukuna au, black coded!reader, afab!reader, d referred to as dick bc i don’t like using “cock”, v referred to as cunt or pussy, age gap (reader in her early 20s, sukuna is in his early 30s), cowgirl, daddy kink, rough!sukuna (but he’s still a softie), needy!reader, clit stimulation, nicknames such as sweetheart, princess, baby/babydoll, creampie, ass/face slaps, lots of praise, a decent amount of plot

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You’ve been texting Sukuna for a week now. Off and on, trying not to seem too interested, but interested enough to keep his attention. It sucked that he was a man very obviously out of touch with technology, because you can’t find pictures of him anywhere. Not even a Facebook page. You’ve just been grasping at straws, trying to remember each detail of his face. Each tattoo. You didn’t even get enough time to admire the one’s on his face, way too engulfed in his general appearance.

And oh, Sukuna. That poor man. He knew from the moment he saw you that you’d keep him up at night. From the curvature of your lips— only being the opening act to the beautiful smile you had hidden beneath. He tries to remember what color your shirt was, but can only remember how plump your tits looked. Practically spilling out of a… tank top? Or maybe it was a crop top. You had a jacket on, which he knows was gray because you kept trying to wrap it around your waist like you were embarrassed by your body. He couldn’t figure out why, though. You’re beautiful from head to toe, every part of you.

But today, today was the day you’d ask him to take you out. Or just ask to go out in general. Hell, you’d take anything at this point.

You: Hiii Sukuna. How’s your wrist feeling? I know a couple days ago you said it was progressively getting worse, any updates?

Sukuna: Hey babydoll. I think it’s all good now. Nothin a lil icyhot can’t fix. How are you?

You: I’m happy to hear that :) and I’m okay, just bored, per usual.

Sukuna: Ya know I’m always around.

You: It’s funny you mention that… I was wondering if you were busy later today? Or tonight. Either or, whatever works best for you. If you would even want to do anything of course.

Sukuna: City girl finally ready to get some sunshine?

You: Don’t make fun of me 😑

Sukuna: Oh I’d never do such a thing. Are you free right now? My lunch break’s comin up, could use the company.

You: Yes I am! I can be ready in 15, I’ll send my address.

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You weren’t as nervous as you thought you’d be. You know you looked good, you felt good. You put on a casual outfit, just a pair of bell bottoms and some old t-shirt your mom left around. This wasn’t a date, and you didn’t want to scare him, so you treated it like a normal hang out with a friend.

He picked you up in an old pickup truck, run down from the years spent riding on dirt roads and an occasional swamp. (Things can get messy the further south you go.) It was normal where you’re from to have at least one beat up truck per household, so his car was not a problem. You were all smiles, nearly skipping your way to the passenger side. Sukuna rolled down the window and he too had a bright toothy smile plastered on his face. It almost looked malicious, but you overlooked it once you got in. Something about his presence had you in a trance, you couldn’t focus on anything else but him.

When you opened the door, he stretched his arm out to help you into the chair. You made it a point to act as if you were struggling to get in and shut the door, nerves suddenly keeping you from wanting to look him straight in the eye. “Damn sweetheart… just look at you,” he said while leaning his body back, taking a moment to take in your appearance. “Hiii Sukuna, you aren’t too bad yourself,” you said giggling.

“We’re just goin’ up to Milo’s, hope that’s luxury enough for ya.”

“You think I came dressed like this for somethin’ luxury?”

“Well if that ain’t luxury, I’d be curious to see what is.”

Smirking, Sukuna went back to putting his full focus on the road. The butterflies in your stomach had died down, finding his presence incredibly inviting and safe. You were looking out the window for a while, until his hand found yours which was resting on your thigh. You turn around to him surprised, only to see his eyes still trained on the road in front of him. His hand clasped yours and gripped it tight, and you found the silence warm, like a gentle hug you wanted to last forever.

The lunch date was sweet. You both ordered cheeseburgers, fries, and a large sweet tea; reveling in its taste since it had been some time since you had genuine sweet tea. He started asking you about your schooling, learning that you’re majoring in business and will soon start working on your master’s degree. This charmed him— you were both alike even if it was in different ways. You’ve always provided for your mother, and so has he. You won’t stop reaching new opportunities, and neither will he. As the date went on his attraction only grew deeper. Your physical appearance did not mean much to him, you were to die for, but right now he wanted to know every single thing about you and didn’t care about anything else.

But… this wasn’t to say he’s not a curious man.

When ordering the food, you took a step back to look at the entire menu. This caused your skin tight shirt to rise up ever so slightly, showing off your cute tummy and belly button piercing. You noticed him staring, and he was never one to lie.

“Sukuna, order some damn food and stop looking at me like that,” you slapped his large bicep jokingly, making that same smirk from earlier slowly grow on his face.

“Mmm, you hidin’ that accent from me girl. Soundin’ so pretty bossin’ me around.”

You could tell the cashier felt a bit awkward at this point, so you pushed Sukuna in front of you to get him to focus.

Even though he would have moments like those, you didn’t feel like he was objectifying you. It never became the focal point of your conversations. It seemed like he was genuinely interested in getting to know you and it made you feel so… different. Sure you were young, but you’d never experienced such a natural yet interesting conversation with a man. You were shocked by it, to say the least, and it only made you want him more.

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After that day, you two were basically inseparable. He made it a point to try and see you after work, and if there was a day where he couldn’t do it, he’d make it up to you x2 the next day. He immediately started spoiling you, whether it was food or sending you money for new makeup, it’s like he couldn't do enough for you. You were always beyond grateful, and would even tell him to tone it down a bit, but he’d always say, “Princesses deserve princess things.”

It’d been around four weeks of this, the dates would get more romantic, and his time with you only more cherished. Although the flirting continued to grow, he never made a move on you. You definitely didn’t want to be the one to initiate anything. Maybe there was a reason for him not wanting to get physical, but not even a kiss? It was killing you at this point, every night you spent just dreaming of what his pretty lips felt like on yours. Not being able to help your hands traveling down to your aching pussy. You were so horny it hurt, and nothing you did could satiate the feeling; knowing good and well that his fingers— let alone his dick could reach spots you didn’t even know were there. Your own fingers would suffice for now, but you would be leaving in just a few weeks, you needed to know what Ryomen Sukuna was like in bed.

So, the next time he picks you up, you make sure to look drop dead gorgeous (not like he didn’t think that about you regardless.)

A few days ago, he paid for your hair and nail appointments. Large knotless braids with curly pieces coming out of them, and the prettiest french tip set you’d ever got done. You told him you wanted everything to be a surprise, and that you were planning to get a new outfit as well AND that he didn’t have to send you money for that. But you know he did anyway. The plan for this night was a drive-in movie closer to the heart of the city rather than where you both resided. There was a wing place you loved, different shops, and the movie would be the last activity.

After picking up a new sundress, a black one with thin straps and a slit at the bottom, you felt confident enough that tonight would go well. You took a shower when you got home, lathered your skin with shea butter from head to toe, and put on all the gold jewelry you owned.

There’s no way he wouldn’t want to fuck you dumb.

As always, dinner with Sukuna was to die for. He was such a gentleman, making sure to pull your chair out for you, telling you to get whatever you wanted from the menu. “Don’t be scared sweetheart, want you nice ‘n full.”

You shopped for a little while after, well, it was really window shopping. You felt so bad that Sukuna was paying for everything, even though he always insisted. You decided to just point out all of the things you liked, kind of like a test— if he really liked you then he’d remember all these things for a future event.

The drive-in was dead. Which I guess isn’t too surprising, you can’t remember the last time someone talked about seeing a movie here. Nonetheless, this was your dream scenario. With basically no one to catch you guys, it was the perfect breeding ground (literally.) The movie was some rom-com looking thing in black and white which you begged to watch, only because you knew neither of you would want to pay attention. Once he grabbed some popcorn and soda from the concession stand, he pulled up in front of the big projection, claiming he needed to be as close as possible because of his eyesight. After a few minutes of pretending to be interested, you turned to him and finally broke the ice.

“‘Kuna, do you like me?” Sukuna couldn’t believe the question.

“Of course I like you baby, why else would I be here?”

“Well,” you started, “I don’t know…”

“Oh, you know.”

“I know you like me, it’s just like— we aren’t like… you know.”

“Gonna have to use your words sweetheart.”

You looked forward as you tried to find the best way to say this, you decided to just rip the bandaid off.

“We haven’t kissed! Or anything! You just hug me or wrap your arm around my waist, but we haven’t done nothin’ ‘kuna. And I’m not sayin’ that’s any indicator of how much you like me, I’m just sayin’ it’d be ni—”

You anticipated this kiss, not only because you did everything in your power to set it up, but you could feel Sukuna’s eyes latching onto the way your lips moved while talking. His lips were just as soft as you imagined, tasting like cherry carmex and popcorn. His hand found its way to the side of your face, cupping it gently until he moved it to tilt your chin up towards him. Your mouth opened a little from the change in angle, giving Sukuna’s tongue access to the warmth yours had to offer. He melted deeper into the kiss, and so did you, as it continued to get more sloppy and wet. You could tell he was eager, swirling and dancing on the tip of your tongue, sucking it harshly like he was trying to gather as much saliva as possible. Just to pull back and have it leak out of his mouth, dripping down both his and your chin. It was downright nasty the way your fluids were colliding, but it turned you on an unbelievable amount. Whining and groaning into him, rubbing your thighs together, lacking the correct amount of friction from wearing a dress instead of pants.

Your hand started traveling to his chest and lower, and he could tell you were really riled up at this point simply from the way you were tugging on his shirt. He pulled his lips off yours, making you reach out for him still since your eyes were closed. When you opened them, you were able to see the true mess you two caused. Sukuna was drooling, his heavy lidded eyes not daring to move from your frame. His hair was everywhere, and you couldn’t be happier with your hairstyle of choice.

“Fuck baby,” he said while rubbing on the sides of your stomach, “I really need you. I’ve been needin’ you. Yer just so damn sexy, of course I’ve been wantin’ to do stuff. Just didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” He leaned in to kiss your cheek and up to the shell of your ear, “Never want you uncomfortable.”

And that sent you over, you cupped his face with both of your hands, kissing him hard. He growled from your sudden dominance, and with a few swift movements, pulled his seat back and slid you over the middle console and into his lap. Your dress hiked up to your thighs once you straddled him, allowing Sukuna to feel just how wet you were. With one hand on your face, and the other on your waist, he slowly made his way down to your cunt.

“So fuckin’ wet for me,” he whispered against your lips, making slow circles on your puffy clit. “This f’me? Say it’s for me babydoll.”

“It’s for you ‘kuna, it’s all for you. Please–” His fingers slid your panties to the side, revealing just how sticky you were for him. Your pussy was basically crying to be touched, and Sukuna was a gentleman, of course.

His mouth never left yours, left hand now resting behind your neck, while his other is furiously rubbing your bare clit. Your moans were being swallowed by Sukuna’s mouth, and when the pleasure finally got to be too much, you suddenly threw your head back with a yelp. Catching yourself immediately, you press your forehead into his.

“‘M sorry, fuck, ‘m sorry— it’s t-too much.”

“Don’t apologize princess, I love seein’ you act like this. So slutty.”

Your tits have barely been able to stay concealed in your already showy dress. They spilled out on their own from your sporadic movements, and once Sukuna could see one, he dropped everything to unveil the other and fondle them both. You kept grinding on his very hard dick, keeping up the rhythm he set up for you while he went to town on your boobs. Massaging them, pinching and flicking the nipples, mumbling things like “fuckin’ shit they’re so soft,” and “need to fuck you.” It wasn’t long before he popped one into his mouth, sucking on it, making it soo much more sensitive. You were squealing at this point, Sukuna looked up at you to see the tears forming at the corner of your eyes. With a ‘pop’ he brought his attention back to your beautiful face. Somehow fucked out just from dry humping. How cute, he thought to himself.

“Look at me, princess.” You struggled, but your eyes met his, still striving for your release. “‘M gonna fuck you, okay? Is that what you want?” You started nodding your head yes like a damn puppy.

“Need to hear you say it princess. Tell me you want it.”

“Wan’ it s-so bad baby, fuck me, I need you to fuck me.”

The thing about pick-up trucks is that there’s not really a backseat, which means you’d have to ride him right where you were. This wouldn’t have been a problem, until Sukuna quickly pulled down his pants and boxers, revealing probably the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. It was the fucking length that scared you. It wasn’t too thick, but girthy enough that it, plus his length, would have your legs shaking for days. He gave his dick slow strokes while you took off your dress, suddenly feeling embarrassed from being the only one naked. He could see you get self conscious by the way you try and hide yourself like the day he met you.

“Whatcha lookin’ at me like that for,” his eyes were still focused on yours while he prepared himself, licking his lips like he was genuinely going to eat you later.

“I can’t look at ya? You just look so damn good sweetheart. Can’t believe yer all mine.”

“You don’t have to gas me up now,” you said looking away.

“Nuh-uh,” he grabbed your cheeks and turned your face back to his, “I’ma always tell you how good you look. Don’t act so shy now baby.”

Your pussy clenched around nothing at his statement, still leaking from the previous foreplay. He pulled your forehead to his lips, kissing it tenderly, and when he let go of your face he asked you one last time if you were ready. You whisper out a shy yes and grab his dick cautiously, lining it up with your entrance as you slowly lower yourself onto it. You let out a sharp grasp as Sukuna rests his hands on the sides of your hips, trying to assist in any way he can. Once you’re close to bottoming out, he starts whispering praises.

“Doin’ so good babydoll.”

“Look at you takin’ me so well.

Every time he spoke your pussy would clench around him, making him hiss and choke back a whine. Once he was all the way inside you, you let out a breathe you didn’t realize you were holding. You raised your head to look at him instead of the way he was stretching you out. There’s that smirk again. One of his hands finds it’s way back to your clit, rubbing slow circles like before to help you relax. You were so tense but you tried to keep a level-headed face, even though it literally felt like you were being split in two.

You felt your walls get used to his size and shape, feeling them contort and mold into Sukuna’s cocksleeve. With that, you start riding him slowly, using his shoulders to stay balanced. You got the hang of it quickly and began picking up pace. He was still stimulating your clit, using his other hand to keep guiding your body up and down. It was clear that you were struggling to take him all in though, pausing every few seconds to catch your breathe or readjust yourself. And this would just not do for Sukuna.

He gripped and slapped your ass hard.

“Gotta do better than that baby.”

Smack

“C’mon sweetheart, put your fucking. back. into. it.”

Each emphasis on a word was coupled with a hard thrust and loud whines coming from the depths of your throat. The sounds you were both making at this point bounced around the truck. There wasn’t a moment of silence and you felt blissful. Lulling your tongue out just for Sukuna to catch between his teeth; moving his hand back to bully your clit, and using his free hand to grab your face and continue fucking his hips up into yours. He was growling obscenities into your ear, “Yeah baby, just like that keep fucking me like that.”

“Sukuna, please! Fuckfuckfuck I can’t,” you were bouncing on his dick beautifully, tits bouncing in unison and he truly believed you were unreal.

“Yes you can baby,” he gave your face light slaps, “keep those eyes open, keep lookin’ at me baby. Doin’ so good, I promise.” You were leaking like a faucet down his dick and balls, and with a certain thrust, you were sure he was hitting your cervix. The string of cries that came out of your mouth made him go faster, harder, knowing that he finally found the spot that makes you weak.

“Am I makin’ you feel good baby?”

“Mhmm, y-yesss, so so good.”

“Yes who?” Your eyes were crossing trying to look at him, confused at what he meant at first, but as his thrusts got rougher you knew exactly what he was getting at.

“Y-yes daddy, it feels so good.” You were slightly embarrassed by the things you were saying, the noises too. You felt so dirty, but in a good way. Searching for your release that was so close.

Sukuna was close too, but he didn’t want that to come before he made you gush all over his dick. When he found his way to your neck, kissing and biting and sucking on your precious skin, you were done.

“Fuck daddy right there!”

“Here sweetheart? You like this?”

“Yesyesyes don’t stop please don’t stop–” and with a cry you were creaming all over Sukuna’s dick. Your pussy clamped down on him so tight, he couldn’t help but look down at the beautiful mess you made all over his thighs. He kept fucking you through your orgasm, causing you to become incredibly overstimulated. Sukuna was getting close, you could tell by his relentless strokes, forgetting any type of consistent pace. His hands were on your hips now, pistoning up into you as your head rested gracefully on his shoulder.

“Mm babydoll gimme a kiss, c’mere.”

When your shaky lips met his, he was sent into overdrive.

“Fuck ‘m gonna cum. Fuck baby, where do you want it.”

Absolutely fucked out, you tried to come up with some sort of cohesive thought. “I-insi..de ‘kuna. In m-me.”

“You sure? Tell me you’re fuckin’ sure, yer milkin’ me baby.”

“I’m s-sure. Please please just cum inside me!”

“Oh, fuckkk…” Sukuna’s load filled your pussy to the brim, leaking out to coat the sides of his dick. He made you feel so full and warm. Finally stopping his thrusts, you hunch over his shoulder and he begins rubbing what feels like hearts on your back, humming into your ear how good you were for him, dick never leaving your pussy.

“Did such a good job princess. So fuckin’ good, are you an angel? Must be an angel, the way you dropped into my life like this.”

“Mmmm I’m your angel ‘kuna. I was made for you only.”

Although the moment was wholesome, your mind immediately flooded with the thought of you leaving in a few weeks.

How were you supposed to leave after this?

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williamrikers · 11 months

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some incoherent thoughts about THE queer rights scene of 2023

i love that in this episode, kawi had to confront his latent fears about being part of the queer community. notably, we can see his face on "queer people do not have the same rights that straight people do". if he wants to act on his feelings for pisaeng, this is the reality he will have to accept--and this is the reality he has been trying to avoid for A LOT of years at this point.

he spent so much time trying to make fetch happen, conform to society's standards by step 1: romancing a beautiful woman, step 2: ???, step 3: profit. however, even when he did manage to romance pear, he failed to go through with the other ""normal"" heterosexual milestones: he refused to marry her, refused to start a family with her, both of which she explicitly asked him for. kawi never outright says this but i would like to think that the reason he doesn't is because deep down he does not want those milestones for himself. the original plan before he started time traveling was "make pear fall in love with me". the plan never went any further than that. apparently, once she was in love with him, kawi then didn't really know what to do with her.

because all that time, kawi had been deluding himself. had been hiding from the truth of himself because the truth was scary and painful, not just on a personal level but in a "if i admit this about myself, my rights might be taken away, my humanity might be questioned" way. and in this scene, kawi had to confront that. had to be told, yes, this is the risk you are taking. and kawi decided that for pisaeng, that risk is worth it.

one of kawi's main flaws that he's been struggling to overcome is his tendency to run away. max called him out on this a few episodes ago, and the whole story even starts with kawi running from the bleak reality of his lonely life by escaping into his own past.

kawi, pisaeng and max all have storylines about not running away, about choosing to stay and fight: for pisaeng and max, that choice is mostly geographical, but for kawi, that choice is spiritual. he has to choose to stay by pisaeng's side and fight for him. he has to choose to be honest and upfront about his feelings. he has to choose to live his life in the present and taking on the challenges life throws at him without running away from them.

interestingly, in this episode where he truly starts to embrace that, the episode opens on his father finally and irrevocably dying. some things can't be changed even through magical time travel. some things kawi has to face, no matter how hard he tries to run away from them. (and yes, i am extremely smug about having predicted this correctly.)

not gonna lie, "love for your body, your soul, or even love for someone else" changed me on the molecular level. queerness as love for our bodies and our souls, man, that just hit me today, especially because i honestly Do Not love my body. i can't bear to look at myself most days. but recontextualizing that desire to change myself into a shape i will be more comfortable in as love... i think this show somehow gave me therapy today?? idk i'm very incoherent about this but man. this is going to stay with me for the rest of my life.

GOD, my man kawi is so scared. SO SO SO scared. always has been. and him having to confront that along with everything else he's had to confront is just so beautiful. he has to embrace the fear if he wants his life to be better. there's no magical button that's going to take the fear away (ironic, on the show with the magical time traveling device), he has to confront it and power through it, and we see him do just that in the confession scene.

that confession. jesus, kawi is TERRIFIED. he tries to tell pisaeng like three times and can't do it every time, up until pisaeng threatens to leave again and kawi is like. no. not having pisaeng in my life is even worse than telling him the truth, and it just breaks out of him. that confession scene is just utterly brilliant on so many levels, because at this point, kawi has learned to speak gracefully and with purpose, and he does that, but it is so clear that he's also deeply afraid. and pisaeng teasing him about it by letting him believe for a moment that he won't go out with kawi... these two deserve each other. they're both idiots. why am i crying.

everything in this show has been about growth from the start: pisaeng going from marrying a woman he knew he could never love to outright saying "i'm gay" to his homophobic mother, kawi going from being a cringefail anti-social shut-in to someone who can speak and listen gracefully and with humility (when he tries). and those journeys weren't easy! we saw kawi struggling for eight whole episodes to become a kinder, more sociable person. we saw pisaeng literally flee the gay club the first time he went there.

because love isn't just about feelings for someone else. (max actually mentions those last.) love is, first and foremost, love for ourselves, for our bodies and our souls. and, as max says:

this show is a love story, but more importantly, it is a story of growth. of kawi and pisaeng loving themselves enough to embrace the fear and the uncertainty and daring to love themselves and each other, daring to live their truth. daring to grow and change and embrace these changes. and some of those changes they go through stem from their love for each other, while others deepen their love for each other (personally, i think we'll see more of the latter in the upcoming episodes).

pisaeng loved kawi from the very start. he loved him as he was: a shy, awkward loner. in pisaeng's opinion, there was nothing wrong with kawi, no reason not to love him. however, they can only love each other after kawi makes the effort to change himself, makes the effort to "become a better man", as the lyrics of the theme song would have it. because that shy, awkward loner could never stand in front of tall, gorgeous pisaeng and tell him with emotional honesty and complete certainty that he likes him and wants to go out with him. and a relationship can only work if both parties are equally invested in it.

#be my favorite #be my favorite the series #*mine #long post #i love this show a normal amount i swear (lying)

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kaz11283 · 6 months

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Bucky Request (1)

It's More Than Just Friends

This is a cute little request from @itsplumwriter, I messed up on this first one but I feel like it wasn't going in the way that I was wanting it to any way so let's start over. I am sorry my dear for taking so long on this but in the end I truly hope you enjoy.

You walk into something after a mission you know you wasn't supposed to so you turn to the only person who truly understands you.

Bucky X Y/N (female)

Maybe some bad words other than that no warning.

"Come on Buck, I know you're in there!" You banged on the door as loud as you dared, any louder and you would probably wake the neighbors which at this hour wouldn't be very good. "James Buchanan Barnes, if you do not open this door I'm gonna kick it in." With no answer you slide down the door and propped your head against it.

"Ya know, for someone who just spent three months away from your boyfriend and instead with me you would think that you would be there instead of here." Bucky said leaning against the railing of the stairs coming up to his landing. He was carrying Chinese food in one hand and a grocery bag in the other.

"Yeah, well, kinda hard to spend time with a guy who's balls deep in another girl, in your bed." You sighed standing up so that he could unlock his door. "I even think about you not being here. If I had known I wouldn't have been yelling like I was." He cocked his eyebrow up at you. "There is a small possibility that you may have a few complaints in the morning." You shrugged walking by him into his place.

He stood at the door as you walked in and plopped down on his couch. "Can we rewind back to the beginning of that sentence? He was what with who?"

"Balls deep, another girl. If I had to guess he probably met her at a bar, took her home, and didn't expect me to come barging in while they were, well, ya know.". You leaned over to take off your boots. That's when it hit Bucky that you still had on your gear, not changing when getting back to the compound because you had been so ready to get home.

"That doesn't surprise me." He asked walking into his room to grab you something to sleep in. This wasn't the first time you had stayed the night at his apartment because of the ass of a boyfriend. "I don't understand what you see in that guy. It feels like he's just using you Y/n."

"I get it though, I get that he probably gets lonely every time I have a mission and I'm gone weeks of not months sometimes. I'm lucky he gave me a chance-"

"That asshole is lucky you gave him a chance. If you were the one I was coming home to there's not a chance in hell I would chea-" he stopped mid sentence with his eyes wide looking at you. Your mouth dropped at the confession.

"You don't mean that Bucky, I have a lot of baggage that comes with this. You're just saying heat of the moment stuff now." You got up from the couch and walked to the door.

"Where are you going? Not back to him." Bucky almost whined.

"I think I'm just gonna stay at Nats for the night, let everything settle, clear my head." You were reaching for the door knob when Buckys hand caught your wrist turning you around.

"Don't go, stay here, with me. As long as you want. Y/n I love you, I love you so damn much but I will wait as long as you want me to." You looked up at his pleading eyes tears springing to yours. You loved Bucky more than anyone else, he opened up around you and you him. Everything you went through you went through together, he wasn't just your partner he was your best friend. "As for the baggage, we've spent more time together than we have with anyone else, I know every little article of baggage that you carry."

"Kiss me." You whispered looking into his eyes. "Kiss me right-" his lips met yours and you felt fireworks. It was needy, slow, and wanting all in one. You didn't want it to end, his lips the softest you had ever felt. Kissing him was the lifeline that you needed, every pent up emotion you had shoved to the back of your mind because you shouldn't feel that way about someone who you're supposed to work with. "I love you James Barnes. Always have." You pulled away placing both hands on his cheeks.

"Stay with me, for now till we find you an apartment here, stay with me forever, the choice is yours." He leaned in placing a kiss on your forehead.

You spent the remainder of the night curled up with him in his bed finally getting some much needed sleep. When the sun peeked through his binds causing you to stir you heard a heated argument in the living room.

"I know she's here, Barnes. Tell her I need to talk to her." You heard your ex yell.

"I didn't tell you she wasn't here, I told you that she didn't want to talk to you. I know what happened last night, you are pitiful. Going out and hooking up with some random girl. After everything she's done for you?" Bucky yelled back.

"Everything she's done for me? Like hoping on the avengers jet every chance she had with you? Going God knows where, doing God knows what? If I had to guess it probably wasn't a mission every time, probably going off just to screw you behind my back." You stormed into the room at that point heading straight for him. "She's here right now, wearing your clothes, coming out of your room. Did you have a nice little escapade last night?" There was a sound of skin hitting skin and your ex falling flat on his back with you standing over him.

"Get out Y/ex/n, I'm coming to get my stuff later and you had better not be there. You have no right coming in here, accusing us of sleeping together when you've been doing it for God only knows how long." Bucky came over and placed a hand on your shoulder trying to get you to come with him. When you finally did move he took your hand in his to examine your knuckles to see how bad they were.

"You good, doll?" He asked bringing them up to his lips to kiss them.

"Yeah," you smiled and turned back to your ex who was now holding his cheek where you had hit him. "I want you out of my apartment, and I don't want you to be at yours when I pick up my stuff." You glared at him as he nodded before walking out the door.

"Your apartment? So are we gonna be roommates now?" He laughed.

"If that's still ok with you. Besides you have a decent size guest room that I can make my own.". You laughed at his wide eyes.

"Oh, darling, if you think you're sleeping anywhere else besides my bed you're deathly wrong." He said cornering you against the back of the couch to kiss you again.

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How did we like it? I hope it was all good seeing as it was the first one I had written in.... Well.... A while. I loved every minute of it though. Thank you again @itsplumwriter for the request. I truly hope you enjoyed it.

If you have any requests, asks, prompts, anything send them my way. It may take a little bit for me to write them but I will work on them!

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angiesmagicspace · 11 months

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Choi management

Pairing: idol boss San x fem reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst

Word count: 9,7K

Warnings: coworkers to lovers, boss-employee relationship, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, name-calling, squirting, POV switches

Summary: Being his assistant was both a dream and a nightmare , and you are ready to take everything he can give.

Authors note: This fanfic is almost three years old, when I first wrote it was about Harry Styles, so forgive me if some parts sound a little cringe. But I tried my best to rewrite it, and now I am really proud of it. I hope you like it

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“Honestly speaking, what do you think love is?” that's what he asked the first time we went to dinner. I was shocked, to say the least, but also speechless. I used to think about what love is, but I never found an answer to that question. Yet his brown eyes were glued to my face, still waiting for the answer, patiently looking studying my facial expression. I needed to say something, I mean, it would be really rude to leave him without an answer. “I mean..... it's a very complex question, but I think it’s an utter feeling of you as a person being complete, you know” he nodded happily it was like he was utterly satisfied with what he heard. I always knew San was an old soul, romantic just every woman's dream, yet he was alone. I truly didn't know why, such a perfect man yet so lonely. You are probably wondering what are we doing for dinner together, well I just finished college, and I was applying for a lot of jobs, one of them being San’s assistant. I had no problem doing that, it sounds like a lot of fun, although no job is fun, at least you can try to make it as fun as possible. Now that you know what's all this about, let's go back to our conversation. I was still kind of confused why is that so important to him like he would never hire me if I answered that question wrong if that's even possible. Soon we finished, he paid, and we went out “I will call you in a week and inform you about your possible new job, but I would just like to say that it was my pleasure to spend these few hours with you,” he said with a smile on his face. That made me blush, and I was hoping he didn't notice that. “Thank you so much, but the pleasure is all mine, truly” he hugged me, and we parted ways.

I was slowly walking to my apartment that was nearby. I was smiling, even if I don't get this job, this will be my best memory. I entered my apartment, and the smell of vanilla brushed over me. I showered and then sat on my bed checking my emails one more time before sleep. And I had something to see, it was an email from his management. It made me more nervous than surprised. I slowly clicked on it while it was loading, I was more nervous than ever before. Carefully reading it, I realized that I was nervous for no reason. It was just a thank-you email saying that San had a wonderful time and that it was truly a pleasure. He really needs his word to be last, but that's fine, he is the boss here. I turned off my laptop and went to sleep, happy about the whole day.

My alarm went off at 8 am and I stood up, finished all my morning business, and went out to get breakfast and go to the gym. Training isn't something I enjoy, but I only do it for my health. After I went home to finish some work. There was no use in just sitting around doing nothing and hoping someone will call me. While waiting for someone to hire me, I work something that you can't define as a job. I help Instagram influencers with their feed. I spent like five hours helping multiple people with everything, and now I am just listening to some music while making some lunch/dinner for myself. While the music was blasting, I danced around, having a lot of fun. I sat down and ate what I made and texted Soyeon, my best friend and gym buddy, for a little just talking about where will we go tonight. We both agreed to first go for a drink and then go for a short walk. She texted me when she finished her job to start getting ready. I put on some jeans and an oversized dress shirt and a pair of sneakers. Soon I heard a doorbell, it was Soyeon, so I opened the door and hugged her. “Hey, girl, how are you? How was your dinner date with Mister Choi?” she smiled, excited to hear what I have to say. “First of all it was a formal dinner not a date, and it went pretty well I mean who am I lying it was amazing, he is such a gentleman.” I said remembering that night and how amazing it was. She looked at me in awe at how big I was smiling. “ Okay, enough about that, let's go out and have some fun,” I pulled her out of the apartment. We went to the nearest bar, as we entered a strong smell of alcohol and perfume showered us, we made our way to the bar and ordered two margaritas. We drank them just enjoying the music, after that we slowly started walking out, both of us had better plans than to be hungover tomorrow morning.

As we were making our way out, I noticed a familiar body just standing there, he turned around and his brown eyes almost immediately made contact with mine. He smiled, and I smiled back, feeling my cheeks blushing. He motioned for me to come to him, I taped Soyeon on the shoulder just telling her that I will be back in a second I am just going to greet San. She smiled giving me thumbs up yelling that she will wait for me. I just laughed and went to San. “Well hello my possible future assistant, here for a night out,” he said smirking. “ No, just for one drink and then home, not really in the mood for a hangover tomorrow,” I smiled. “Well it's nice to know that there are people like you, I am here with a few friends you know relaxing a bit,” he said still smirking, I am barely able to continue this conversation he is making me feel things I never felt before. “Have a good night, I got to go” I said smiling, turning around and waving at him. He just smiled, waving, and turning to his friends. I practically ran to Soyeon, so we can go out to just talk about how hot he is. The moment we were out Soyeon turned to me just waiting for me to start talking. As I caught my breath, we started walking and I started telling her everything. You could tell that she was amazed by my admiration for San, even though I applied for a job that considers me talking and looking at him every day the whole year round. As we were in front of my apartment, we hugged and said our goodbyes, and she wished me to get a call from him as soon. I went in, did my routine, and went to bed.

The next morning, my alarm went off, as I look at my phone, there was a text from San and an email from his team. I opened the mail first, slowly reading it, realizing I got the job. At first, I didn't believe it, but I read it again and again making sure that it was true I am not dreaming. I silently screamed. After a short silent screaming session was over, I opened San's text, he said to come to his office at 1 pm, so he can tell me everything I need to know before I start working full-time tomorrow. I replied to his text that I will come. This will be an amazing day, I thought to myself. I went through my basic morning routine. As I was back from the gym I started preparing for my meeting with San, I went through every possible scenario that could happen. Around noon, I went out slowly walking to his office. I needed that walk just to relax before I meet him. I entered a tall glass building, going straight to the counter. “Hello, I am here to see Mr. Choi,” I said to the lady. “You are his new assistant, right,” she said with a small smile. “ Yes, I am,” I said also smiling, just trying to be nice and leave a good impression. “Okay he is on the 5th floor take the elevator, good luck,” she said smiling. I smiled back, thanking her. I went to the elevators, clicked the button, waiting for one of them to come down. Finally, one of them arrives, I enter it clicking on number five just standing there trying to stay calm.

As the elevator door open I go out searching for his office, didn't need much time since his name was written on one of the doors. I breathed out and slowly knocked. “Come in” I hear a deep husky voice. I slowly open the door, entering. “Hello Miss Y/L/N and welcome to Choi management,” he said with a huge smile across his face. “I am glad to be here, Mr. Choi,” I said. “Call me San I don't mind, and I will call you.....” he looked at me wanting to hear my name “Y/N,” I replied. “Okay, Y/N so let's start with some basic things for coffee, I like Americano. When it comes to food, I am not very picky, so you can surprise me with whatever. When I tell you the time of the meetings I will expect you to be on time always” he explained. “ Is there anything else important to remember, Mr. Choi?” I asked. “Yes never call me Mr. Choi again I don't like it, also every Sunday I would appreciate having my schedule sent to me. Be ready to go to many events with me as my plus one.” he said very seriously, looking like it was so important to him that I remember that. “Okay, I wrote everything down, hopefully, I will not let you down on any of these things,” I tried to be as polite as possible. “ I believe you will do this job the best, but tell me one thing you should never do,” he said, smirking. “ I should never call you Mr. Choi,” I didn't want to look too much comfy, it's not good for the job. He smiled, this smile, there was nothing like his smile, this man will be the death of me, truly. “So now that we went through all the basic things you need to know we can go out have some lunch and walk around a bit, I would like to get to know you better,” he said excitedly as a little kid. I slowly nod and start walking towards the doors with him.

We went to the elevators, and he pressed the buttons, waiting for one of them to come as we entered the elevator. I went to press the button, but he had the same intention. Our hands touched, and we both looked at each other, smiling but also blushing. I know why I am blushing, but I don't understand why he is blushing, there is no way he likes me. We both brushed it off and just stood next to each other, pretending as if nothing happened. Thank god we were fast out of that elevator “See you after lunch Irene” he said to the lady that welcomed me at the counter, she waved at us and we waved back. But there was one thing I found very strange, she was smiling like she is so proud of him going out on lunch with me, but I am probably just overthinking it. “So what made you apply for such a job, I mean nothing wrong with just asking,” he asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Well after college I didn't know what to do with life, so I just started applying for every job I can and yeah I am here,” I said trying to sound casual. “Well I guess I don't need to tell you my story, every person on this planet knows it,” he said laughing to himself. “Everyone knows the public side of your story, but who is San Choi?” I asked looking at him, studying his face as it changes the moment he heard my question. “You know nobody ever asked me who is San Choi, I mean people don't care about who you are actually when everything that defines you is your career like I don't exist as a person.” he said, and you can hear a slight sadness in his voice. “I mean you don't need to tell me I am just an employee, you can easily replace me any time you want,” I said, realizing how replaceable I am for him which made me kind of sad. “Don't you ever dare to say that again, I am not some type of angry self-centered boss who will just go around and command people. Of course, I am going to tell you everything, I want you to look at me as a friend from work.” he said, sounding kind of hurt by what I said. “I am so sorry, sometimes I say really stupid things.” I said, wanting to apologize for hurting him. “It's okay I made a big deal out of it. Oh, here we are, this is my favorite place in town.” he opened the doors for me to walk in. This place is so beautiful, it has such a nice aesthetic, everything is beige and brown it's so cozy. I can see why he likes it so much.

The waiter approached us, walking us to a free table. We sat down and ordered some coffee to start. “This place is so charming, reminds me of some modern apartment,” I commented, amazed by his choice of places like this. “I know that's why I like it so much, makes me feel like I am alone at home.” he said, being so proud of himself for choosing such a place. “It takes little things to make me smile,” he said, trying to make me talk about myself. “Oh, I feel you on that one, yesterday one of my neighbor's kids brought me one singular flower because he thought I was pretty,” I remembered that moment and how happy it made me. “Well that boy is not far from the truth, you truly are pretty and amazing, you are pretty amazing,” he complimented, making me smile. It's nice to hear such a compliment from someone who is that pretty. “Thank you so much, you are pretty amazing too, I admire your work and your songs, you inspired me since high school.” I said, watching him blush as he hears everything I say. “Oh, don't make me blush this hard we are in public,” he said giggling. “Why not show the world who you are,” as I said that the waiter came to take our orders, and both of us ordered a salad. We were soon done with the lunch, walking back to his office. While we were walking, he took pictures with some fans and talked with them for a bit. I found it sweet how much love there is from both him and his fans, it's like they live together. Some of them asked who I am, and he immediately and very proudly told them that I am his new assistant. Soon we were back in front of a big glass building saying our goodbyes and talking about tomorrow. “You know I haven't forgotten your question about who is San Choi actually, and I hope you will help me figure that out till then see you at work,” he said, wanting to sound both romantic and mysterious. He succeeded in being very mysterious and kind of romantic. But I still don't understand why is he like that to me, I am not that special, maybe he sees something more in me.

We both slowly walked away, he went back to his office and I went back home, still thinking about everything he said today. Before I went to bed, I did some work and prepared everything for tomorrow. As I was about to go to sleep I got a message, it was from none other than San. “Good night friend from work,” it made me smile at how sweet he is, I wrote good night back and fell asleep. In the morning, I was exhausted since I needed to wake up early to get ready and pick up coffee for San. As I was dressed, I went out to find the nearest coffee shop, so I can buy coffee for the two of us. When I found one, I went in rushing even though I had plenty of time. I started ordering, but the guy that was taking my order said that their coffee machine is broken. At that point, I was scared that I will be late or come to work without his coffee, so I went home and made some coffee at home. I poured it into some big unicorn thermoses, hoping that San likes unicorns. I packed everything and went running out, calling a taxi, so I would get there faster. I told the taxi driver that I am in a rush, and he immediately started driving as fast as possible. Soon I was in front of the Choi management, luckily San wasn't there yet. After what felt like an hour but was five minutes, I felt a hand on my shoulder I turned around, and there he was with some tall guy that I have never seen before. “ Good morning Y/N this is Jihoon, my bodyguard, he will be with us often, so you might want to get to know each other,” I shook hands with Jihoon smiling, he smiled too, but he was still very intimidating. “Nice to know that someone will keep you safe, here is your coffee I am sorry about the thermos they didn't have the coffee you love, so I made it at home.” I explained since you don't get coffee in unicorn thermos that often. He just smiled. “It's no big deal, these unicorns made my day,” he said, letting me know it was fine and that he is not mad. I felt a thousand times lighter, I was so worried about him being mad. “Let's go, it's time to start some work today, right?” he said, opening the doors. We went in, Irene greeted us, and we went into the elevator. Soon we were in his office, he was finishing some work on his laptop while I was making a schedule for this and next week. After a few hours, I was done with everything I had to do, and it was time to go pick up lunch for us. “I am going to go pick up lunch, do you have any special thing you want?” I asked just in case he wanted something special. “Whatever you have I will too,” I just nodded my head going out of the office. I also asked Irene if she wanted anything, and she just said whatever you find. I went to the restaurant we ate yesterday and ordered three salads with a side of baby carrots and hummus.

After they were ready, I went back, gave Irene her lunch, and then went back to the office to eat lunch with San while both of us finished some more work. “Thank you so much for this lunch, I was really in the mood for some carrots and hummus.” he said, satisfied while closing his laptop. “You are welcome, I finished your schedule for this, and next week I just need to finish a few things and I will send them tonight,” I said being so proud of myself for finishing all the work for today. “I just want the schedule for this week, I like to get surprised on Sunday when I see what's for that week,” he said, packing his stuff. We stood up and went to the elevators going down, saying goodbye to Irene and leaving the building. “Well, see you tomorrow, first here then at the studio.” he hugged me, making me feel so small since he was taller. “Goodbye, San, have a nice night,” I said, slowly pulling away from the hug going away. I went on a long walk, just feeling so happy about this new job. As I was near the river, I got a call from Soyeon. She just asked how is the job, and we talked for like an hour. When I was in front of my apartment we finished the call, I went in and unpacked my things, and that's when I realized my thermos wasn't there. I guess I just left mine at the office. I drank some juice and then went to the bathroom to finish everything. While I was showering my shower playlist was playing but in the middle of my shower music got silent for a second which meant I got a text. I just assumed it wasn't that important, so I just continued my shower. When I was done I checked my phone and saw it was a message from San, at that moment I regretted not looking at my phone when I got the message. But as I entered the chat, I started laughing. It was a picture of my thermos filled with water with the caption “Guess I stole this from you, so now it's mine sorry not sorry” he likes making me laugh and smile. “It's all yours now to make you smile every day,” I wrote back. I got into my bed, checking his schedule once more and putting it in unicorn theme, trying to be as funny as him. I just sent it to him, and not long after that I got another text from him saying that from now on every schedule needs to be in some funny theme. I agreed with him and sent a good night text. After almost an hour of me just rolling around the bed, I turned my computer on and opened Netflix, trying to find something to watch before bed. After a very long search, I played some trashy show I never watched, and as soon as it was on I fell asleep.

My alarm started blasting. I hate waking up this early, but as soon as I was out of bed, remembering that I have the best job on this earth, I was okay. Since San stole my thermos today, I decided to buy tea, not coffee. I went to the café that was two streets away from my apartment. I ordered some tea, soon as it was done I paid for it and headed to the office. Irene told me that San was already up in the office, I just thanked her and went up. “Morning San here is your tea since you stole my thermos, and I am not such a cruel person to buy coffee you don’t like,” I said slightly laughing the same as him. “I am sorry okay didn't mean to do it but since I did the crime is done and the unicorn thermos is now mine,” he said laughing taking his tea. We were both working on our laptops for two hours, and then it was time to go to the studio. I packed all my stuff, but he was still really focused on his laptop, “I will wait for you down in the lobby” he just nodded his head, eyes glued to whatever was on his screen. I went down, chatting with Irene, just killing time till he comes down.

San's POV

Damn, everything she says is so perfect. Even the most simple things from her mouth sound like honey dripping from her lips and going right into my ears. When we first met in that restaurant, I knew there was something about her that will make me fall in love with her. When I asked her what love is I thought she will just say an emotion but what she said surprised me. I knew she was a special one-of-a-kind one, but I never knew she was that perfect. She probably doesn't even know how perfect she is. I noticed when she started packing, I knew very well that it was time to go to the studio, but I was so focused on the screen because I was looking at her Instagram page and I had my word tab open just in case I get an inspiration. Well, little did I know she will inspire me to start writing something. Of course, I will show it to Hongjoong and the rest of the crew as soon as she leaves to get lunch for us. As I realized it was 30 minutes since she left, I packed everything and went down. There she was standing by the counter just talking with Irene, looking perfect without any effort. Irene noticed me, but I motioned her to not say anything, I wanted to admire Y/N's beauty. After a couple of minutes just standing there, I went to them. Y/N and I walked out of the building and entered my car. Jihoon was in the backseat, I know what a joke such a man sitting in the back like a toddler. But I wanted to be close to Y/N as much as possible. The radio was playing, and she was having a tiny dance party in her seat, but I decided to turn the volume up and join her. I mean, it must be a lot of fun, she looks like she is enjoying it. I started singing at the top of my lungs she just looked at me smiling so much, I can see that she enjoys this job as much as I enjoy her company.

Y/N's POV

He is having the time of his life, singing and driving. I truly enjoy this as much as he does, sadly as we were having so much fun we were right in front of the studio. Jihoon opened his door first, then San opened the door for me. “What a gentleman, thank you, San,” I said, watching him smile like he just won a Grammy. “Everything for my assistant,” he said while giving me my stuff. We entered the studio, and everyone was already there, since we were about an hour late. He excused us, and everyone was fine with that. I sat on the couch while all of them were working on songs and new singles. I was working on my laptop for a while then I went to buy lunch for everyone, San insisted that I pay with his card. At first, I was stubborn and didn't want to take it, but he insisted, even Hongjoong told me that he won't give up. I went out walking around with Jihoon, chatting and trying to find someplace to buy food. “You know he likes you, right?” Jihoon said, looking down at me. “That is a nice joke you like to stand up.” I said laughing, obviously not believing what Jihoon said, I mean he is Choi San I am just his assistant, not the prettiest person that walked this earth. “Y/N, I am only joking when I am drunk, and I can tell you I don't have a single drop of alcohol in my blood. He never does things like this you know singing at the top of his lungs while driving, I mean he doesn't even like driving his car” Jihoon said trying to convince me that what he said it's true. “Jihoon, you know him better than I do, but people like to do some things sometimes maybe today was one of those days for San,” I said ignoring everything Jihoon said, I just simply can't believe that someone like San can like me. “Y/N, he texts you goodnight every night, yesterday he purposely stole your thermos he tells me everything. Remember when you two were at dinner just meeting each other he told me everything about you, every night while I am driving him home he just talks about you” he said, and now I don’t even know what to say, but luckily I found a place to buy food. I ordered everything they told me to. Then we started walking back to the studio, “You know Jihoon it's hard for me to believe you, just because he is San Choi, and I am me” I told him admitting everything I was thinking about. “It is okay, just give him time, I believe he will tell you all of this very soon, I know,” he told me as we were entering the studio. I gave everyone their food, we ate, then worked some more. At about 8 pm, San thanked everyone, and we went out to his car. “I will drop you off just tell me your address,” San said, but I can't let him do that, I am not ashamed about where I live, but he is still my boss. “You don't need to, just drop me off at the office, I will walk home,” I said, trying to avoid eye contact with him. “It's pretty late and there are creeps everywhere I will drop you off just tell me your address,” he said sounding like he is my dad, not my boss. “Okay, I will put my address in GPS,” I said, writing my address in. Soon we were on the way to my apartment. I looked at Jihoon in the rearview mirror, and he was looking at me with I told you so look, and I truly hated that he was right about everything he told me today. Soon we were in front of my building, I took my stuff and said goodbye to them.

As I was trying to find my keys, I felt someone standing behind me. I turned around and of course, it was San, who would it be. “I….. I…..just wanted to say good night and see you tomorrow” he said nervously like I am the celebrity here and not him. “Good night to you too see you tomorrow.” I said, turning around and slowly entering my building. “I love you” he whispered as the doors were closing, probably thinking I didn't hear it. But was he wrong about that, I heard everything, and it made me feel butterflies in my tummy. When I entered my apartment, I texted Jihoon telling him that he was right and for sure wasn't joking. Of course, he answered with I told you calling me dumb in seven different languages. After my shower, I just laid in bed thinking about everything, but soon I fell asleep trying not to think about it anymore. In the morning, I was awake an hour before my alarm rang, thinking about the dream I had last night. It was about San, it's been a long time since I had a dream like this one. To be exact, I stopped having dreams like this since my freshman year of college. We all know what kind of dream it was, the one dream you only tell your closest friend and nobody else. I can tell that today will be extremely hard since we have a whole day in the office, just two of us. But I needed to get ready and go there, like it or not. I again bought a tee for us and went to the office.

We didn't talk too much. I mean I know why I am not talking but what's up with him, he didn't even tell a single joke since I came. It's like he also has something he is ashamed of, like he had something to hide. I will not think about it that much. I strictly focused on the work as nothing else existed. For some reason, both of us stayed in for lunch break. I mean I packed fruit salad for me and him, I ate mine, but he was still untouched on his table. Maybe today he is not willing to eat fruit, I don't know. “Do you want anything else, you don't need to eat the fruit salad, I just thought to make it for both of us.” I said, trying to get him to tell me something, just anything. “No, no the salad is just fine, I am just not that hungry right now. I will eat it later I promise.” he said, giving me the simplest answer, he wasn't in the mood for talking. I understood that.

I worked some more, when all of a sudden he sat on the chair on the opposite side of mine. “I want to take you to dinner tonight you know, consider it a business dinner.” he said, looking me right in the eyes, trying to find his answer in them. “Okay fine, I will just need time to get ready,” I said all nervous, I mean more alone time with him would be just perfect but still, I am nervous about it. “Fine pack your things I will drive you to your place, so you can get ready,” he said already helping me to pack everything. He just closed his laptop, and we were on our way to his car. Jihoon was with us of course, I mean San is still famous. Soon I was in my apartment standing over a pile of clothes, not knowing what should I wear. When I get a text from Jihoon, he told me that he knows what was going on and that I should wear a black dress or something like that. Wow, San tells him everything. He helped me with this because I had just the dress for this. A silky, black, knee-length dress is truly a perfect thing for an event like this. I was ready waiting for a message or something from San, suddenly I heard a horn in front of my building it was him. He was standing there in a beautiful black suit, looking like a piece of art from a museum. I went down as I opened the door, he looked at me up and down, admiring me and my dress. He put his hand out for me “Shall we, my lady” he asked smiling so big. I nodded my head, entering his car. Soon we were in front of a fancy-looking restaurant. We went in he was holding my hand, I know a little strange for a business dinner but fine I don't have anything against it. The waiter took us to our table where we ordered first some wine, of course, he was choosing to call himself a wine expert. I just laughed at the name he gave himself.

“So, what do you think about your new job? I mean probably too soon to ask, but I would like to change the things you don't like.” he said looking interested in what will I say, he truly likes to take care of everything. “I like it, it's so fun, I mean a lot of people don't find their job fun, but I do have a lot of fun working with you. But there is something I would like to change if possible,” of course I hesitated, maybe he will be hurt, but I need my own office and I know for a fact that there is free space in the building for that. “What is it, something about me, was someone rude to you, I will fire that person whoever it is.” he was extremely worried about it, I knew this was coming, but I really require my own space, and probably he requires it too. “No, no everyone is so nice to me believe me you have the nicest employees ever, but I wanted to ask you for my own office, both of us need a little bit of privacy.” I said, but he was sad about it, like I said I don't want to work for him anymore.

As he was about to say something the waiter interrupted us, he needed to take our orders, but he was soon gone. “I understand that, but I just want to know is it because of me, did I make you uncomfortable?” he was so worried like he cared about me and my feelings. “San, you never made me uncomfortable, I just think that both of us need to have some sort of real boss-employee relationship, right now it is not really like that. I didn't say this to sound mean or ungrateful.” I said still worried about what he thinks about this. “No, you don't sound mean Miss Y/L/N I understand tomorrow I will make sure you have your office on the same floor is that fine with you Miss Y/L/N,” he said really cold but also very hurt, but he wasn't the only one that was hurt now. It's not about that he called me Miss Y/L/N, but he was cold and kind of rude for the first time since I met him. I was on the verge of tears, I am not this emotional, but this slapped me across the face. “Yes, it is fine with me Mr. Choi,” I said trying to sound as normal as possible since my eyes were full of tears by now. But he also looked so hurt when I said Mr. Choi he looks like he truly regrets being this cold to me. I just excused myself and I ran to the bathroom, my tears were running down my face, this truly and deeply hurt me. Soon I calmed myself and fixed my makeup and went back to the table. Our food was there, well, I took my time in the bathroom. “Everything alright Miss Y/L/N?” he asked professionally “Just fine Mr. Choi,” I said low, just trying to not cry again. I sat down, and we ate, I took only three bites since I really couldn't eat after everything, I mean I cried like five minutes ago. On the other side, he was having a feast, enjoying every bite of his pasta. We both paid, since he wants to have a boss-employee relationship. We were out of the restaurant and I slowly started walking just thinking about how to get home, I mean it was dark, and I am dressed like I was at some party. I don't want to end up with people saying that I asked for it. I was still in the same street walking slowly, I just wasn't in the mood to rush home. “Hey just because we have some different rules now doesn't mean I will not drop you off home, I am not a cruel animal to do that you know that Miss Y/L/N” he yelled from his car slowly driving next to me. I looked up at him, eyes full of pain, tears rolling down my cheeks, I was not able to get a single word out of my mouth. When he saw me he turned off his car, getting out of it as fast as possible, it took him only two steps to come to me. He hugged me holding me so tight, that was my breaking point, I hurt him and myself just because of a stupid thing I thought I needed. I was crying, and he was just holding me in his arms so strongly like he is about to lose me. We needed to go into his car since fans and paparazzi were yelling taking pictures of us. We were in the backseat, and Jihoon was driving. “Everything is ok Y/N I am so sorry for being so rude and cold, I never wanted to make you feel like this I am so sorry.” he whispered into the hair that was covering my ear. I just looked at him, trying to get some words out of my mouth, but nothing was coming out. He just told me to relax and that everything was alright. When we were in front of my building, he didn't let me go. He carried me to my apartment, not wanting to let me down for a second. When we were in my apartment he let me down on my bed “I am fine now Mr. Choi, you don't need to stay with me” I said assuring him that I was truly fine. “Foremost San I don't ever want you to call me that, second this was a really hard night for both of us I will stay with you, I will sleep on the sofa,” he said looking at me with his loving eyes. “Okay, San, I will find something for you to wear and some pillows and blankets,” I said, going out of the room to find everything. He went into the bathroom to shower, and while he was showering, I prepared everything.

Soon he was out of the shower with just his underwear on. It was pretty hard to not just stare at him. “Here is everything you need, I just don't have anything for you to wear except my shirts, but they probably do not fit you,” I said, trying to keep eye contact with him. “It's okay, I don't mind sleeping like this, thank you so much,” he said laying down on the sofa trying to get comfortable. I went to shower too, as I was done I went into my room laying on the bed having trouble falling asleep again for the millionth time. I decided to go to San and baldly ask him to come and sleep with me. At this point, I couldn't care less, he was already in my living room in underwear. “San can you come to sleep in my room I can't sleep,” I said low just looking at him, he was also fully awake, there was something in the air that was keeping us awake. “Yeah, sure, I also can't sleep,” he said getting up, taking the pillow and blanket. We both lay in the bed, at first on opposite sides, but soon he brought me to him, hugging me. I felt so safe and peaceful. Soon we were both asleep.

San's POV

She is finally in my arms, her hair is soft and smells like cherries and her body is so tiny. I can't believe this is what's happening right now. After I made her cry and let her feel guilty for hurting both of us, this is exactly what I needed to do. Hug her, fall asleep with her, and make her feel safe and loved. While I was on the sofa I was thinking about her wanting her own office and I mean she is right both of us need some private space, before her, I was always in my office alone, Irene would come from time to time, but that's it. I did everything in that office I was there happy, sad, drunk, sober, even horny, and at some point. I miss that, but also she makes me feel good when she is there with me, I feel less lonely. I always felt lonely even though there are a lot of people around, nobody made me feel less lonely like she did. She truly made me feel like I have somebody besides Jihoon. But also the other day it was truly awkward both of us were silent, I know why I was. That morning while I was just lying in my bed I thought about her in a way I never should have, but let's just say not long after that thought I needed new sheets for my bed. I still can't help but wonder what made her that silent, for sure it wasn’t even close to what made me silent. Anyway, I need to stop thinking and sleep I still have work tomorrow, or maybe we don’t need to go to work tomorrow we can stay in or have a day for ourselves. Enough San time to sleep, not to make things awkward because of your thoughts. That stupid alarm is still ringing, I thought as my head was buried in the pillow. I just hate mornings, they are the absolute worst part of the day. I want to get up and get stuff done, but my brain just wants to rest all day. Suddenly the alarm stopped, that's new who is in my apartment this early. And then it hit me I am in her bed, covered by her blanket still laying on her pillow. I slowly lifted my head, seeing her just sitting on the edge of the bed, probably trying to wake herself up.

Y/N's POV

I was just sitting on the edge of the bed trying to wake up, I would like to just lay down again and spend my whole day laying and cuddling with him. Last night was one of the best nights ever. I fell asleep in his arms and woke up still in his arms. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't realize that I am again laying in bed and not sitting. Just as I wanted to get up again and start getting ready I felt his arms around my body slowly bringing me closer to him. “Good morning sunshine” he whispered in my ear, his morning voice so deep and husky like music to my ears. “Good morning to you too San, thank you for staying last night, it made me feel better” As those words were out of my mouth he pressed me closer to him. The only things that were separating us now were his boxers and my pajamas. That's the moment I was so scared of, being so close to him made me remember every sinful dream I had about him. But it seemed like I wasn't the only one with sinful dreams and thoughts. His morning wood was getting harder every second. Even though I thought of him in this way, this was scary but also so good. “You know we can just spend this day together with no work just me and you wherever you want” he was still whispering, and for a second I thought about it but no I can't do this not now not today. “San we have work to do, and you have meetings today and I can't cancel them now” I tried my best to ignore his dick pressing on my ass it was almost impossible. Even though I tried my best to stay calm, someone was excited to be this close to him. I hate when my brain can't control the sudden wetness in my underwear. “You can't cancel them, but I will make sure to cancel them and make today all about you” he was stubborn about his decision to stay with me all day. “We need to go,” I said, escaping his arms and going to the bathroom. I heard him groan behind me, which made my legs weak, and I almost fell. I went into the shower, just letting the water relax all the tension in my body. I wasn't sure what to do, so many thoughts were running through my head. I mean he is my boss, and I am his assistant, but on the other hand, even though I wasn't working for him for so long we succeeded to make a really strong bond with each other. It was almost like I knew him and he knew me since day one.

My endless thoughts were interrupted by his gorgeous singing from the kitchen. I quickly finished my shower and put on my bathrobe with only panties underneath. As soon as I entered the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee filled my nose, which woke me up. One thing that made me even more awake, was the sight of San in just his boxers, his back muscles were moving so slowly yet firmly. It wasn't just the way he looks that made him this attractive, there is something much more, every time he enters a room all the attention is drawn to him, no matter male or female.

I slowly approached him from behind, trying to stay as far away, so I don't touch him, but as close, so I can smell his washed-off perfume. “So have you decided are we staying together and spend a day together, or you do want to work,” he asked mocking the way I told him we have to work. For a moment I got lost in his eyes, those two caramel browns were so mesmerizing and relaxing to look at. “Princess we don't have a whole day you need to decide faster, it's not so complicated do you want to sit in the office all day and look through thousands of boring papers or do you want to spend a day with me. If I were you I would choose the second option sounds more fun and entertaining” he said sounding a little arrogant, I mean he isn't wrong, but he doesn't need to flatter himself so much. “San you are very well aware of the fact that we can't just be friends we are coworkers, and it doesn't look professional for both of us to be this close” These words left my mouth, but my thoughts were very different, I wanted to spend a day with him, I wanted to be friends, even more, hell I wanted him fuck me till I forget who I am and where I live. It just felt safer to sound responsible and then see where he goes, than just jump in his arms and show him how much I want us together. “Oh sweet innocent Y/N doesn't act all squeaky clean, both of us know that you have thought of me in a very filthy way. I know exactly why I didn't give you your own office. Thought you would figure it out by now, but I guess that's not the case” he said slowly his voice so low, moving towards me and pushing me against the counter, my cheeks were burning at this point my panties soaked in my arousal, my nipples got hard in a matter of time. I barely contained myself from taking off my robe and his boxers and giving him and me what we both desired. “ I…… San this doesn't feel right, we work,” my sentence was interrupted by his soft plump lips kissing me. As soon as I felt his lips on mine, my brain went off, I couldn't think straight, the only thing on my mind was telling him everything I want him to do to me. He slowly pulled away, breaking the kiss and looking at me with soft eyes. “Look at you, for someone who doesn't want this so bad, you are one needy baby. I like it, you are stubborn but greedy for the things you love and need.” he chuckled, making me even hornier, if that was even possible. His hands slowly separated my robe, ghosting over my inner thighs. He started rubbing me over my panties, just acknowledging how wet I am. “So wet but nothing happened yet, do I turn you on this much or is it some crazy fantasy about me that you created while in the shower.” I couldn't answer, my mind too foggy to create a thought. The only things that left my mouth were silent moans and whines. As he started rubbing faster, I couldn't contain myself, I started grinding on his fingers. “Ah, ah, sweetheart, you are not going to get everything you want easily, you ignored me this morning and put work in the first place now it's my time to get revenge. First, we will drink this coffee, and then we are going to order some food for my apartment, I will call Jihoon he will drive us there and then maybe just maybe you will get the pleasure you want or should I say need.” After those words left his mouth I took my cup of coffee as fast as possible, I drank it all in a few minutes not wanting to look too needy. He just smiled lightly at the effect he had on me, but he was powerful I can't deny it, if he told me to get on my knees right this second I would without any second thoughts.

On the way to his apartment, the car was silent. Only music and Jihoon’s hums were heard. Both of you in the backseat squished together like there wasn't enough room. His hand was on your thigh, inching closer every second. When he got too close to your pussy, you just glared up at him, trying to get him to stop. Having someone watch did sound arousing, but you didn't want that someone to be Jihoon. You appreciate the man too much to do something like that in front of him. Soon enough, you were in front of a tall building that looked very luxurious. As soon as the car stopped, you were running to the building's entrance, with San right behind you. “Slow down, doll. You don't even know where to go,” his reminder made you realize that you may seem too desperate. But that wasn't far from the truth, ever since his fingers left your pussy, you craved him even more. As soon as the doors of the elevator closed, his lips were on yours, one of his arms holding your leg up. He ground his dick on your pussy, making you even wetter.

When the elevator hit the floor of San's apartment, it opened with a little ding, signaling that you arrived. One thing you didn't know was that San lived in a penthouse, so the elevator is literally in his apartment. He pushed you inside the apartment as he continued to kiss you. The food he ordered was on the table, and it smelled delicious, but it wasn't your or his priority right now. He brought you to his room, pushing you on the bed. While he was taking off his clothes, you started taking off yours. And there you were, both naked, just admiring each other like you were pieces of art. “I knew you are hot, but damn princess. You naked, that is a piece of art right there,” he commented while kneeling in front of the bed. He pulled you by your legs to the edge of the bed, first, he licked your pussy, and then he started sucking on your clit. This action made you throw your head back with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Taking the chance while you were distracted with the pleasure, he pushed two of his fingers inside your pussy. While his other hand squeezed your boob, pinching your nipple. This surprised you in the best way possible, you started moaning his name over and over again. “That's right doll. Show everyone who is fucking you this good,” his fingers fastened their pace while hitting your G-spot just right. When he felt your walls contracting around his fingers, he immediately pulled out. Stealing one precious orgasm from you. You pouted at him, but he didn't say anything, he just pushed his dick inside you. Continuing with the brutal pace that he set with his fingers. He was huge, to say the least, every time he pushed inside it felt like he was in your stomach. Shaking, you looked down, seeing a tiny bulge pop out every time he pushed inside. Moaning, you took his hand, putting it on your lower belly for him to feel the effect he had on you. Confused, he looked down, and then it was time for him to roll his eyes. “My precious little princess is so tiny. I can't even fit inside your pussy without it showing,” all this felt like too much. You felt your orgasm nearing, which also San felt. He started slamming inside of you even faster than before, trying to get you both to your orgasm. “Come on doll, cum with me, milk me dry.” and that's when you let go of that pressure in your lower belly. The orgasm was so strong that it made you black out for a minute. You couldn't see anything, only feeling San's heavy body falling on top of you and his kisses on your forehead. When you came back to your senses, that's when you felt the wetness beneath you, but you didn't question it too much. However, the embarrassment hit you when San stood up, his whole stomach was covered with some liquid. “You are full of surprises, princess. Never pegged you for a squirter, but I'm not complaining,” he commented, while slowly pulling out. He went away for a second, probably to the bathroom. You climbed up his bed, just laying there. And that's when the realization hit you. You just had sex with your boss, and slowly panic started to rise inside you. You wanted to run, but your body was frozen in place. That's when San came back into the room with a damp towel and a bottle of water. He cleaned you up carefully, then he sat down beside you, opening the bottle. He probably saw panic written all over your face. “Princess, I know what you are thinking right now. And I need you to stop. You will not get fired, as your boss can a hundred percent guarantee that. The only thing that will happen now is that you will be promoted to my girlfriend, if you agree of course.” he whispered softly while stroking your hair. His words gave you peace of mind, although I hope to do well in my new position,” you said, smiling, which made him smile and give you a soft kiss.

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mama-qwerty · 3 months

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Wade's Bedroom

Okay. So, in the trailer for the Knuckles series, we see Knux take out a bounty hunter in what appears to be Wade's bedroom. I'm thinking this is his bedroom at his mother's house, so when he was a teen.

You can tell a lot about a person by how they decorate their personal space. And since I love Wade and am on my knees begging for better characterization, I wanna see what they put in the guy's bedroom.

Let's break it down.

1 - Little Robots

I can't tell exactly what robots these are, whether they're action figures from games or movies, or some model kits he's built himself. If they're models it shows Wade spent a lot of time on his own, and had the opportunity to focus on building something that required attention and patience.

2 - Books

There are a lot of books on his shelves, and the ones especially between Knux and the bounty hunter look like a series. Obviously we can't read the titles, but Wade strikes me as someone who'd enjoy manga, and the Choose Your Own Adventure stories.

3 - A Little Rainbow Sticker

This may indicate he knows someone who is LGTBQ+, or possibly he himself is. Or maybe he just likes rainbows.

4 - "Pistol" Pete Whipple poster

I'm not exactly sure how Pete is related to Wade, but I'm going under the assumption that Pete is his uncle. (Cary Elwes is 20 years older than Adam Pally, so while it's possible he's a brother, it's unlikely.) Here's this very impressive and 'famous' Whipple, who everyone looks up to and admires. (I'm assuming.) Wade feels so unimportant, he has this poster to remind him that he's related to greatness, and maybe he too can be important some day.

5 - Addams Family movie poster

I'm pretty sure this is the first movie, and Wade likes it because it shows people who are strange, people who don't look or act like everyone else, people who have odd hobbies and interact with the world in their own unique manner. And yet they love each other, Gomez in particular would do anything for his brother. Considering the nonchalant way his sister and mother behaved when he was yanked off the porch in the trailer, maybe Wade never really felt a connection like that.

6 - Robin Hood Prince of Thieves movie poster

The most famous example of helping those less fortunate than you, and being a hero to those on the receiving end of that help. Wade wants to help people. He wants to stand up for those who can't. I have no idea what his relationship with his father is/was like, but maybe the whole 'stand up to a corrupt authority' resonated with him for personal reasons as well.

7 - Speed movie poster

Maybe he wished he was Keanu Reeves, the hero with a calm head and always knew what to do. Maybe he always pictured himself as Sandra Bullock, an average person pulled into something dangerous and assuming an important role that helps save others.

8 - Ren and Stimpy poster

Okay, so he's a teen boy in the 90s. He's gonna like that gross-out humor.

9 - Total Recall movie poster

This movie is about an average joe who discovers he's actually someone Very Important. Wade has always thought of himself as a nobody. Deep down he wants to be someone Very Important. At least someone competent who isn't brushed off as a joke.

10 - TMNT bedsheets (and he was wearing a TMNT shirt under his robe before he's dragged down the street)

Obviously he's a man of good taste. But again, a group of teens fighting bad guys. The man just wants to be a hero so badly.

Based purely on the way he acts as an adult (and I'm trying to look past the "oh boy isn't he dumb!" pathetic characterization the movies have so far given him) I see Wade as a lonely man. He's likely never had many friends, always feels like the odd man in every situation, and just isn't very comfortable in his own skin.

In the trailer scenes where Knuckles decides to train Wade, there are posters and notes tacked all over the room with encouraging messages to himself regarding working out. Maybe he's trying to change his image because he thinks that will make others like him more. Maybe he's just trying to get a date. Maybe he's wrestling with his own self-worth.

Whatever is going on with Wade, I think pairing him with Knuckles is a good way to have them both realize things about themselves they'd never known before. Wade will help Knux realize that it's okay to let his guard down and enjoy himself, and Knuckles can help show Wade that there's more to him than anyone (including himself) thinks.

Maybe I'm waaaaay off base with these. Maybe I'm thinking way too hard about it. Wouldn't be the first time. But I love Wade and I really want to understand him, and hope to see him grow and become more confident by the end of the series.

#knuckles series #wade whipple #thinking too hard about fictional characters again

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sciderman · 8 days

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As another blog who accidentally got following for funny jokes and content creator by god you summarized how creating content feels on Tumblr nowadays. Like,

No one interacts but at the same time they'll complain that there's no updates, they'll complain that you disappeared but even if you post something no one interacts with. They treat as if people who post things about fandom are just there to be some kind of machine will post something to make them laugh and then reblog in silence.

There's no feedback, there's no community, and it feels weird like some kind of big brother. Where you spend your time and energy making something and then people throw you a like and you're just like blind??? 'Do they still like it?' 'am I doing it wrong?' 'did I lose the flow?' But nope. It seems like every person who makes something in this plataforma feels a different variation of that. And feels so weird talking about it as if you're 'seeking attention' and being too 'hungry' about it. But what are we supposed to do...? Just put our heart and souls by a grand majority that won't take a second to say something and just like and maybe reblog as if you're some advertisement?

Feels weird. I am sorry you feel like that too Sci, your ask-blog is great and you spent a lot of energy co-creating with people and using your creativity. I don't blame you for feeling demotivated. That's a weird era to be in where people don't know how to differentiate that there's someone behind a blog and nor a major corporation that will put something they're interacting or not. Very weird.

it's so very universal, i've seen it all the places, everywhere. i know it's not just a me thing... it's kind of honestly just the way the world operates now. running the blog really did used to give me such an excited feeling to be building this story with other people who were invested and everyone had a hand in pushing wade and peter into all kinds of directions and it was so, so gratifying. and when i left i was still craving that interaction - i wanted to create an interactive instagram account, but i kind of figured it wouldn't work, because the platform just isn't good for it.

something that's largely been absent from my life is community, y'know. it's so difficult to find it, in the city. and i kind of found it through the blog. but online communities feel like something that's dying too. nobody wants to be communal. i've had so many interactions where people are taken aback that i'm just some dumb, tired little human. i'm a tired human who made spider-man comics because it got me friends on the internet. i don't make money doing this. i do it for friends. i... sighs. i miss so many people that used to be around but they're not here anymore. i miss how it used to feel. i don't think i can get it back. i don't know where i can look now, but i don't think i'm going to find whatever i'm looking for here. i guess it's like - i know i have to leave the city because the city makes me feel small and lonely. and maybe i have to leave the internet too. it makes me feel small and lonely.

#sci speaks #and im not the only one!!#so many content creators are leaving the internet because it makes them miserable.#but i'm just so sad about it because it used to feel so good. it used to be so good. and i'm not sure what i can do about it.#i think for now i'm just going to focus on me. my surgery. getting healthy. getting sexy. keeping my brain good.#my career is going really well right now.#i'm making a Lot of Money. doing animation. really GOOD animation.#i didn't want my career to be my source of fulfilment but right now i guess it is.#i am making BANK. big cha-ching. i may look really sad on the internet but in real life? im mega ultra successful #i am the success story. i am big ultra success. making it rain.#everyone who meets me says “wow” in the best way because im so good at what i do.#im the best. in my career. not on the internet (anymore)#so i think i guess i'm just going to put my all into making money. maybe that will will the void in my soul.

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mjlovescm · 2 years

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can we get a clingy rodrick fem reader fic? maybe the reader is trying to get homework done or something? idk you’re a better writer than i💀

Stage five clinger, Rodrick Heffley

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting this sorry it took so long. I feel like Rodrick would definitely be clingy, and I'm sure you are an amazing writer. <3

It may be hard to believe, and maybe he only acted this way when he was with you, but Rodrick Heffley was a top tier, stage five clinger. And to be completely honest, it should have been a bit obvious. This was the same boy who spent a very, very long time trying to get his crush to acknowledge him for more than just five seconds. So of course being his girlfriend, this only intensified. By a lot and in many ways.

But the top three were: 1. Wash day Before the full extent of Rodrick's clinginess, wash day was a lonely, tiring and highly frustration day. But with your own personal helper, things were definitely a lot easier. Having him run to the store real quick if you forgot something, playing video for you on his phone while your hands were greasy, and even helping you make even parts.

“You know I can help you with more than just parting.” Rodrick yells over the shower.

“You should be lucky I'm letting you in here to begin with.”

You yell back, referring to the fact that he was sitting in the bathroom while you were in the literal shower.

“Whatever.” He mumbles under his breath.

2. Homework In the same way that his clinginess could be helpful, it was often not. Although you agreed with him on his point of homework being useless and annoying, you still had to get it done. And the best way to do that while being in the same vicinity as Rodrick was to ignore him. But with his sneaky nature, Rodrick would also find a way to have you in his arm doing something actually fun rather than stupid homework.

“Could you just be serious for like five minutes.”

You told Rodrick and was met with an utterly appalled face. One which you ignore and go back to trying to do your homework.

“I am being serious, I read it somewhere.”

“By “read it somewhere.” do you mean saw it on YouTube.”

“No.” He's quick to respond. “I saw it on Instagram.” Rodrick smiles because technically you were wrong. “Look it up, it's the most effective way to get things done. Study for thirty minutes, then relax for thirty.”

Still ignoring him, all you did was roll your eyes and try to focus on the work in front of you. Plus, the method was to study for twenty-five and have a five-minute break. A great method, sure, but clearly not what Rodrick was suggesting.

…

Leaving the bathroom, you walked back into Rodrick's room to find your homework textbook and pencils gone. And across the room was an overly casual Rodrick whose TV just happened to be playing your favorite movie. Without a word, you walked over to him, faces contradictory to each other. In fact, the smile that played on Rodrick's lips was burning a frown onto yours. Deciding not to play his game and, more importantly, not give in, you simply turned around to look for your things that had magically gone missing.

Before you realized what was happening, you were already sitting. The same hands he used to get you there now wrapped around your hips, keeping you in place.

“You don't think this is a bit much?” You asked him genuinely.

“I think.” He starts, and you can already tell where he's going, “That you need a break.”

Rodrick peaks his head over your shoulder for a moment, that cocky smile still on his lips. Before it disappears into the crook of your neck.

“Come on.” He whispers against your skin. “Well, only watch like five minutes.”

Reluctant and knowing that it was a lie, you still agreed. Quickly getting comfortable and settling into your favorite seat, Rodrick's lap.

3. Accidental sleepovers This one you could admit was partially your fault. I mean, if you really didn't want to stay you could just leave, but sometimes Rodrick was just too hard to resist.

“We have school tomorrow.” You groan, sleepiness already creeping into your voice.

“Yea, that's why you should stay.” He told his voice sleepier than yours. “Plus, I already drive you every morning.”

He was right, the van had been your go-to method of transport for a while now.

“Yea but-” You tried to think of an excuse but nothing came to your half asleep mind. “I think I'd like to sleep in my own bed.”

You told Rodrick, which triggered him to move him body more onto your chest, his way of trapping you. He shushes you before bringing his lips to your skin. Pressing gentle, slow kisses to your neck and jaw.

“Tomorrow we can sleep wherever you want.” He whispered.

“Fine.” You say, as snuggling into him. “But just because you're warm.”

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#rodrick x reader #black fem reader #mjlovescm #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick heffley

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simgaroop · 1 month

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I think I am neurodivergent.

There is no official diganosis and at this stage in my life I probably won't look for one. But in recent years I've started to think I probably am one. I even thought about asking my therapist about this, just before she released me a couple years ago. But it just felt like I was making things up at the moment. Besides, it is pretty stupid for a mental health specialist to self-diagnose, so that's why I am not saying this with complete certainty.

Huh, this is one of those posts I should be writing in Spanish.

Anyway, why am I randomly posting this in my Sim blog? Well, because I am exhausted. I've spent the last two months carrying a huge figurative boulder on my shoulders and just pretending (or masking) non stop. If you met me in person, the most likely impression you would have of me is that I am a very calm, warm and sweet person, who has her shit together, is the voice of reason, a great listener, someone who is eager to come up with solutions to any problem. Someone who has control over her emotions, who likes "normal" everyday stuff. People look up to me and I am constantly been asked for support, both in my professional and personal life. I am so nice and adaptable, that I was able to practically live in a hospital for over 5 weeks, just leaving it to go to work.

However, deep inside I am a very anxious woman, who is triggered by thoughts of death, disease (of loved ones), doctors and hospitals. I need to have my time to be alone. I prefer (almost need) to sleep in a very dark room and listening to movie or videogame podcasts. I've always been into videogames and animated shows, and I tend to obsess about those topics. I used to write a lot of fanfiction and loved it, but have never told a soul because I am so embarrased by it. I prefer to be alone, I hate to make and answer phone calls and when I get a notification on Whatsapp I really need to take a moment to even read the message (and it is even worse if it's a voice message). I am socially awkward in situations that are not related to work. I used to stimm a lot when I was a child, and I still do it when I am stressed. I was a picky eater. I used to be the lonely child who preferred to be by herself and only made friends because my parents were worried. I do not watch series on Netflix, but I can browse Youtube for hours and watch Lets Plays and documentaries about shows. I've always wanted to share my nerd tendencies, but I can't, because I am a woman in her forties, and my family and social circle look down on that stuff. So I constantly pretend and only when I am alone at night I can browse and look at the stuff I like, which is honestly very innocent, but I feel like I have to hide it.

And these last weeks I have had to constantly hide myself in my "social" and "professional" self. And I am exhausted. I feel like my heart is heavy. And it is even affecting my work performance.

So I come to my nerdy spot on the Internet to vent. To the one place in which I can sort of be myself and hope like someone might read this and understand.

*Reads Post* Wow, this is why I mostly lurk. I sound like a 15 year old and my urge to pretend that everything is fine with me is screaming that I do not post this. 😥

#non sims #definitely deleting later #delete later

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luveline · 29 days

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I'm sorry to send you such a loaded question, but as a young adult, how do you stay motivated and... I don't know, do the things you have to do? Ever since I left high school, I've felt that it's hard to commit to anything, especially the things I have to commit to in order to have a future, because everything seems so monotonous and uninteresting and stressful to me; because I feel like I'm not capable of doing anything, of being competent.

Anyways, I love your blog. Your writings are one of the few things that make me happy on the worst days xx

that’s okay! I’m gonna try and answer you clearly !! cw for suicide mention

So first I want to say that I’m really sorry you feel this way! It’s quite a heart ache to feel uninspired or uninterested, or worse to feel like you’re not capable of doing things everyone else is doing. You deserve to wake up and feel happy and confident in yourself and your abilities! And I want to say I’m sorry in advance if this is not quite the answer you’re asking me for!

so, when I was around 18/19 (and well beyond those years, but this was when I was very done and defeated and, you know, crying myself sick every night if I wasn’t just laying in bed) I was in university, but I didn’t finish the year at campus, and I had to go home. I’m not sure if this is something I should be saying because it’s so personal but I just want to sort of be honest with you cos I don’t want you to think you’re alone in that feeling. But anyways I had to go home, I was really lonely and I just felt like I couldn’t do what everyone else was doing, like there was something wrong with me. I couldn’t cope with the kitchen, I couldn’t use the bathroom there, I didn’t know how to turn the heating on, couldn’t talk to people, couldn’t navigate the bus by myself, and I felt so pathetically stupid, I had such low self esteem for myself that I felt like I should kill myself just because I was so useless —I didn’t WANT to understand these things. I just didn’t want to do anything. And the reason I’m mentioning it is because while I don’t think it’s okay to assume these things of you, I want to emphasise that there can be a common link between feeling like you aren’t capable and a mental health issue! Of course, you can feel quite useless without that though, so not telling you that that’s definitely what you have going on but more wanting to say that if you think it might be useful, you can have a look at mental health issues and perhaps see if you’re relating to them. But beyond that, hopefully on the way to answering your question, is how I managed to feel more capable and how I now find motivation to do things I have to do.

I sort of had to do a reset, or a sabbatical! I’ve always been an upset person unfortunately, and I had a long few months where I didn’t do anything at all. I’m really, really fortunate that my mother let me stay at home while this was happening however reluctant she was, I can’t imagine really what I would’ve done or what could’ve happened to me if she didn’t let me stay there. I always thought about how she could’ve just turned me out and she probably wanted to, because for months I stayed in bed. I didn’t talk to anybody, deleted all my social media, and I stewed in how much I hated myself for not being any good at anything. I felt soooo stupid and so alone, and I probably cried myself to sleep every night wondering about my life and if I’d ever have the motivation to go on. There are still times now where I am intensely upset and unsure about things and what I’m capable of, but the difference between then and now, and the reason for my motivation I think, was that I was able to foster a need for something? I’m really so sorry if this sounds like total total nonsense, but I needed something. I wanted so badly for someone to “save me” from my not being able to do things, I spent a lot of time thinking about that. Like, how I could be saved. And then I strung out the middle man without realising I was doing it! It is very hard to go from having no motivation and no sense of self ability to then being confident, but I do think you can do it! I needed someone to get me a job and I ended up doing it myself, I needed someone to be gentle with me when I was sad so I started speaking to myself with a more kind inner voice and seeing myself as someone who didn’t need to be perfect to be good.

There was lots of bits of advice I tried to take on. Not all of it is kind to myself, some of it is though!! Like, for example, there’s a sort of parody of it now that says “I think you’re thinking about yourself too much” but one of the ways I stopped hating myself and instead started to believe I could do things and achieve was by thinking about the level of self obsession I was feeling to constantly think of myself. And I promise I’m not trying to say something hurtful to you, I absolutely don’t believe you’re self obsessed, but you’re also not incapable!! In a slightly more annoying take on your feelings, why can’t you do it if everyone else can? You absolutely can! I personally believe sweetheart that you can do everything I can, but you need more support, or you need to be fostered with some love. You are not incapable, you are not incompetent, you are a smart, kind, and important person. There is nobody else like you on the entire planet and I’m better for it that you’re here.

I apologise profusely if I’m projecting too much on you, I’m not trying to say you must feel exactly as I did years ago, but I think your ask really is important and I really want to give you an answer to your question because I know I felt exactly the same at some point. Working toward a future self I didn’t even like or believe in was boring. Nothing in me wanted to work hard or study or continue because I didn’t look forward to achievement.

sorry this is all so long! Hopefully this last bit is the actual advice you might be able to use. Beyond that wisdom about trying not to dedicate too much time to thinking of myself, there are lots of “rules” I tend to live by, in order to just keep going forward. For starters, you deserve to have fun. You deserve good food, nice clothes (not showy though you deserve those too, but nice sturdy clothing), a warm safe house, and you need to work for it! We defo deserve to work less for things but I keep going and trying to better myself because I know I need to do this in order to be comfortable. This will sound out of left field, because the focus of the book is not strictly motivation, but there’s a graphic novel called my lesbian experience with loneliness by Nagata Kabi that has stuck with me because she has this same sort of view as to feeling like she’s stuck in monotony, and there’s one bit in particular where she talks about doing things for yourself you might not do, I.e making sure you have underwear and socks that are clean and whole. I grew up poor and I’m not super rich now either, but since I read that, one of my priorities is having whole and clean underwear, and that did help me find the motivation to work or to study. We need to function in a way to maintain good standards for ourselves, and even if you have boxes of clean socks, there might be something in your life you can think about working toward! I throw away underwear or any clothes that don’t fit me right, and I don’t feel guilty about it when I would’ve before because I know that feeling well dressed is good for your heart. Does that make sense? To give yourself a good standard of life, you have to keep going. As well as that, another way I stay motivated to go on which I’ve talked about before maybe (not that I expect you to have read this) is my writing. I’m motivated sometimes to do things I have to if only because I need free time to think deeply about the things I want to think about. Also I love writing more than pretty much anything, even if most writers will look at what I’m doing and laugh or wonder why I’d dedicate so much time to some things in particular, because I love it. If I can make sure my rent is paid every month, that’s a promise I have a room to sit in every night where I can write whatever story I want! Another motivation is my ability to give bits of myself? It sounds ridiculous because I don’t genuinely believe I’m giving myself to people but to try and be a positive part of someone life is a good place to start if you feel purposeless. My relationships with my sisters are a tether for me and I’ve tried so hard and so much to make these relationships count, as well as with long distance friends, and recently ish I got back into contact with friends I couldn’t maintain relationships with when I was feeling down, and now my life feels very changed. I don’t live solely for myself, (though it’s okay if you do, because its hard and sometimes a lot of pressure to live for and around others) so that gives my life more purpose, and gives me more reason to do things I have to do. I also desperately enjoy this blog !!

I’m genuinely so sorry if this is all useless. I’ve been typing this answer since like 1:05 and it’s much later now, but it’s because it’s hard to describe to you the things that give motivation, because I know deep down how impossible it feels when you have none. I don’t expect you to read this and think aw jade you’ve solved it I’m fine now actually, I just hope that one thing in here can lend you an idea as to what to do next. If you’re struggling to go on, there are lots of options available to you in the UK such as the SHOUT text line for stress, depression, and eating disorders. They’re free to text and anonymous! I don’t think there’s one answer to giving yourself purpose, it is a very hard life and I don’t blame you for feeling incapable or bored or worried or anything you’re feeling, but I do for sure know you can do this, because I can do it, if that makes sense. Like I bet we’re extremely different people on account of uniqueness but also bet we have so many similarities!! And I certainly don’t mind guessing that you’re a loving, caring, person who deserves to feel more fulfilled. It’s my recommendation that you try to understand why you’re not feeling your best right now, that you talk to someone if you can, that you have some faith in yourself, and that you treat yourself with the same love and patience as you would any other person experiencing burnout! again I’m so so sorry if this is all rubbish. I’m forcing myself to stop now. So sorry if it doesn’t make sense or if half of this is completely unrelated to what you’re asking. I love you and I hope you feel better, genuinely truly ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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