#i think a big part of her guilt comes from her fearing that she’s becoming like brenner

[ladysharmaa]

My miracle

Anthony Bridgerton x reader

summary: Anthony’s wife is in labor and it’s not looking good

warnings: mentions of death

“Where is she?” the loud voice of Anthony was heard in the entire mansion. The door he opened slammed into the wall but he couldn’t care less as he saw some servants running his way to take off his coat. “Tell me where my wife is!”

“My apologies, my Lord.” the poor man trembled under the Lord’s menacingly glare, that were just a cover for the worry and fear that was running though his veins. “The Viscountess is in your chambers. The midwife and your mother are already present with her. Shall I inform your brothers to come and wait with you until the child is born?”

Anthony didn’t bother to respond. He quickly climbed the stairs, two steps at once, seeing with wide eyes as the maids ran to his room with towels in their hands. He doesn't even settle for knocking, immediatly opening the bedroom door. None of his mother's stories could have prepared him for the sight that lay ahead.

His darling wife was drenched in sweat, dressed in her nightdown. One hand was on her round belly protectively while the other was in his mother’s hands, who was whispering words of comfort. Her jaw was clenched in pain and it was only then that he noticed the midwife between the Viscountess legs. 

“You!” Y/n screamed accusingly, managing to point a finger at Anthony with hatred. “You did this to me! You will never ever put your hands on me again!”

“I-” Anthony was at loss of words. He knew that his wife was in pain, and looking like she was ready to kill, so he just nodded his head in agreement. He took slow hesitant steps towards the bed, hoping to comfort her without dying. “I’ll never touch you again, my love. How are you feeling?”

“How do you think I’m feeling? I’m pushing your child that inherited your big head out of my lady parts! So tell me, my dear husband, how am I feeling?”

“Like you are giving birth?”

“Anthony...” his mother whispered while shaking her head in dispair. “You should leave the room. Your brothers must be coming to keep you company. We shall call you when the child is born.” 

“I’m not leaving my wife.” was the only thing he said with firmity, holding Y/n’s hand and kissing her soft skin gently.

She turned to him, a change in her demeanor, eyes full of tears of terror. “I’m scared, Anthony. It hurts.”

“I know it hurts. It’s okay, love. You will be alright and then we will have our child with us.” he whispered. A feeling of guilt washed through him. How could he have made his wife suffer through childbirth? “You are the bravest person I know. So so much braver than me and everyone else. I’m so proud of you.”

"I can't do this. It hurts too much. Make it stop, Anthony, please." Y/n cried.

It was only then that Anthony saw the look in his mother. She was worried, exchanging looks with the midwife. And as much as the Viscount would like to also show his anguish, his first priority was to comfort Y/n. "It's going to be okay, my love. Just a little longer, you're being so strong."

But she no longer had the strength to respond. It was getting harder and harder to keep her eyes open and she just wanted to sleep to escape the pain. Between her legs, an increasingly larger pool of blood was forming. Anthony's eyes were wide and there was enormous pressure in his chest. It felt like I was running out of oxygen, and it only got worse when Y/n finally gave in to unconsciousness.

"What's happening?" he whispered, looking in alarm first at Violet. Afterwards, he turned to the midwife furiously. "What's wrong with her? Help her! Do something!"

"Anthony, you need to leave." Violet advised, trying to remain calm for everyone's sake. Anthony was becoming more and more desperate, tears falling from his eyes as he grabbed his wife's hand tighter and brought it to his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"Viscount Bridgerton, the baby is in pain. You won't want to see what I'm going to do. I promise I'll try to save both of them." the midwife said, taking a small knife and flying it over Y/n's stomach.

"If you need to choose, save my wife's life." Anthony begged, now more desperate as his mother called his brothers to take him out of the room.

"Anthony..."

"No, mother, you save my wife's life!" Benedict and Collin grabbed the man by the arms and began to carry him outside, despite Anthony's struggle. "You hear me! My wife is going to survive! Let me go! Mother, save Y/n!" he shouted before the door closed in his face. 

The last thing he saw was the woman making the cut on Y/n's stomach, who woke up with a jolt. She then let out a scream that would torment Anthony for the rest of his life.

With a cry of anger mixed with sadness, Anthony broke free from his brothers' grip and put his hands to his face. He didn't want to think about the possibility of losing the love of his life. He simply couldn't take it.

"Wow, Anthony, calm down." Collin whispered when Anthony, in a rage, threw a punch against the wall. "The Viscountess is a fighter. If anyone is capable of overcoming this, it's her."

"You don't tell me to calm down, Collin. Not when my wife is in that room fighting for her life over something I did." he cried, jaw shaking and eyes red that only showed the immense pain he was in. He sat on the floor, leaning his head back and looking at the ceiling. "I need her to live."

"And she will live, brother. I will bring a drink, and we will wait together for news." Benedict said, rushing to bring the alcohol when Y/n's screams became louder.

On one hand, each scream was like a stab in the heart of Anthony, who was increasingly pale and looked like he was going to vomit at any moment. On the other, it was the only way to know she was alive.

Moments passed. The Viscount didn't know if it had been seconds, minutes or hours. Things seemed to be getting mixed up in his mind. Nothing made sense, not when the love of his life was in the next room in pain and he was away from her. He had to protect her, it was his obligation as a husband. And he failed.

And then came the moment when Anthony's heart stopped. A baby's cry was heard, and he allowed himself to smile a little. He had a son or daughter. A mini version of his wife. And then he burst into tears when Y/n stopped screaming and everything became too silent.

It was uncontrollable. He cried without being able to stop, making it even difficult to breathe in. Anthony refused to believe that he would have to raise this child without Y/n. Without her affection, her kindness, her love. He didn't want to open his eyes and realize that all this wasn't a nightmare, but reality.

Benedict and Collin didn't know what to do. But one thing was certain, they would be there to help Anthony with whatever he needed and never let that child forget the wonderful mother he had. Then, Violet left the room holding a pile of blankets that held the baby.

"You have a daughter, Anthony."

He just cried more. His body was shaking and he couldn't even look at his mother and the baby. "Y/n... Is she...?" He took Violet's silence as a yes. "Oh god..."

"Enter the room, Anthony. She is waiting for you."

Anthony had never stood up so quickly in his life. He quickly opened the door, stopping momentarily when he saw the amount of blood on the sheets, but the most important thing was Y/n's half-open eyes. She was alive and looking around the room in confusion.

"Anthony? Where is my baby?" her voice was hoarse and extremely weak.

The man fell to his knees at the edge of her bed, and lowered his head to rest on her chest. A feeling of relief spread throughout his body when he felt the rising and falling movement of her chest, indicating that she was breathing and that it wasn't just his imagination.

"I love you so much." he cried, feeling her hands start stroking his hair. "I'm sorry. You were so brave and strong. I'm so proud of you, my love."

"Where is my baby?" Y/n didn't want to seem like she didn't appreciate Anthony's words because that was a lie. He was the most important person in her life. But at that moment, Y/n just wanted to know where her baby was.

"She's right here, dear." Violet reassured with a smile, announcing her presence.

Very carefully, she passed the child into the arms of her son's wife, her smile widening as the little family was finally together again. The new parents had a gentle smile as they looked at their creation, a new love emerging for this fragile human being.

Anthony kissed Y/n's temple. "We have a daughter."

"She is beautiful."

"She takes after her mother." Anthony quickly said, never feeling so much love as he did in that moment. 

He was extremely proud of Y/n admiring her strength and courage. Now, he was going to protect his two girls until the end of his life. Nothing was more important than his family.

[faevi]

HEAT WAVES. - (gojo smut)

Scenario: The heatwave is unbearable and your landlord threatens you with a bill. You find yourself desperate to make money before losing your home. Good thing, your kind boss Gojo Satoru is here to save you.

Word Count: 20,486 (i'm so sorry LMAO).

Content / Trigger Warning: female reader (she/her). DARK CONTENT (i mean it), manipulation, corruption, bribing, brainwashing, dubcon, sacrilegious, worshipping (a human as a god), dacryphilia, humiliation, fear of becoming homeless, fear in general, degradation, possessiveness, innocence (doesn’t know much about sex asides from what media teaches aka it’s mostly beneficial for the man), loss of virginity, master kink, handjob, blowjob, fucking reader’s mouth, swallowing cum, fingering, cunningulous, unprotected sex, creampie, slapping (on the breasts), pain, bowing to a man, so i guess sorta dehumanising content, sadism/masochism, hickeys, pet-names, satoru really is just.. lowkey nasty & immoral - but he cares in his own way, obsessed gojo, really messy - saliva, cum, etc. he cums twice, huge cock, dirty talk, reader is referred to as a maid —

i think that’s it? please (kindly) let me know if i unintentionally missed something.

Note: Important to warn that there’s mentions of stress about money and losing a home, so desperation to not become homeless etc. If this is a sensitive topic for you, please don’t read! But also remember that this is just fiction and in no shape or form do I agree with such actions in real life. Absolutely not. I would not want anyone to ever be in this position. I wish I don’t have to state the obvious but alas, better to be careful. People enjoy things differently within fiction compared to the real world. Look at people who love horror, for example. Fiction doesn't equal real world, please remember. <3 p.s. not my best writing and i'll always say that. always room for improvement. If you find any mistakes, please ignore!

I also want to give a little thank you to @mochimooon for listening to my idea, helping me out & even inspiring some of my writing/quotes. Please check them out! c:

I hope you enjoy if you’re reading and please let me know if you do! <3

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Fuck, it’s hot.

Obnoxiously so, you think as you hover your face in front of your fan that sits on top of your dresser. It’s small & cheap. Just like most things in your very tiny apartment. You frown in annoyance as the fast-spinning fans begin to stutter. “Don’t you dare.” You threaten the piece of junk before sighing and tugging the third drawer, angling it right so it actually opens. Hands blindly pull out the last set of pants in hopes of wearing them for your shift. You ignore with guilt of the pile of washing sitting in the corner. In your defence— You’ve been too busy worrying about bills and your health than dirty clothes.

Bills. The absolute pain of your existence, minus the current heatwave that has hit the city like a tonne of bricks, surprising everyone. You bring the piece of clothing to your nose, sniffing. “Excellent, sniff test passed.” You joke lightly before holding them to your legs… There’s a big hole directly in the middle of the pant leg. A whine falls naturally from your parted lips, feeling almost disbelief at how things aren’t going your way this morning. One hair grips your hair anxiously, wondering what you could wear to your shift.

It may just be a housekeeping job but, you’re still supposed to look somewhat presentable. The only options you have are tiny shorts. They may be a blessing for this heatwave because it’s not so suffocating but there’s just no way… Is there? You think for a moment, falling down onto your bed and hearing it creak.

The man you housekeep for; Gojo Satoru, is usually at the office building, trusting you enough with a key to come in, clean up and do other duties before greeting him briefly in the evening and leaving. Sometimes you catch him in the morning to wish him a good day and he’s always wearing that handsome grin on his face, crystal blue eyes holding warmth. It always made your day better when you saw him. Satoru is a good boss to have! That’s all. He’s nice enough to understand most situations and pays your wage the proper hourly rate. Surely, he’d understand the misery of working in heat (you just know it’s hot, even when the aircon is blowing) and that shorts are the solution. He won’t be there to see how tiny they are until the very end and it is long forgotten until the next day.

Yeah. You think it may work. You being the professional and polite girl that you are, will still ask him through a message on your phone. You crawl over to snatch your phone up, ignoring how your heart starts to speed up, cheeks all hot. It’s the weather. You breathe in deeply, fingers rapid on the keyboard before you press enter and toss your phone, suddenly feeling flustered.

{ Y/N } good morning, sir! i hate to trouble you before i even arrive, especially since you must be busy getting ready to leave. do you think it’s okay if i change my uniform for today and wear shorts? the heatwave is calling for a change! i promise to still work hard!

It was mere seconds before you heard your phone vibrate, frantically grabbing it to read his response.

{ boss 😇 } mornin’! go for it :) maybe i’ll wear shorts too 😌.

An amused giggle falls from your lips, mind-visioning the sight of the tall male in a pair of shorts at his workplace. It’d be a sight to see. Perhaps a sight you’re actually starting to crave… Shorts to reveal his toned thighs? You frantically shake your head to snap out of the thoughts, almost embarrassed to catch yourself thinking of your boss like that. “Stay professional, Y/N..” You mumble before you finally stand up to get ready, actively trying to think of anything else besides the overdue bills and your charming boss.

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Finally ready to leave for work, you hastily grab your bag and move towards the short hallway. You briefly pause to inspect yourself in the mirror, cheeks feeling hotter than before. The pair of shorts were— Well… /short/. Tightly fitted around mid-thigh, fabric cupping around your ass cheeks and threatening to ride up with every small movement. Your shirt is sadly your typical polo work shirt. It’s a bit baggy so you’re able to move freely but regrettably not long enough to hide your lower half. The first button on the shirt is undone to pitifully attempt to cool off in the heat, only wishing the other two were undone as well.

You sigh softly, pinching the bridge of your nose. Satoru won’t be home as you work around his loft. Maybe if you move fast enough, he won’t even have time to check out your temporary uniform change before you step into the elevator in the meeting. You breathe in deeply, index finger pressing against the mirror. “It’s fine! Just go succeed the—“

There’s a loud knock on the door. Your head snaps towards it before hastily approaching to yank the door open. You have to use force to even open it. You often try to mention that it seems dangerous if there’s a fire hazard. What if you get stuck? You’re face to face with your landlord. An unpleasant old man who just shoves multiple envelopes against your chest.

“Your rent is overdue, here. Also got your other mail for you. If you don’t pay by the end of the week, you’re outta here.”

Your eyes widen, hands clammy as you take hold of the envelopes, your heart drastically sinking. “Wh-What? I just paid—“ You attempt to defend yourself and it only falls on deaf ears as the landlord grins at you. “Don’t care, that’s your problem. Not mine. Seven days, Y/N.” He warns before hoisting up his pants and moving down the hallway, probably eager to torment his next victim. You hastily rip open the envelopes to see the amount of money you owe. It’s not only rent but, other necessities as well. Tears threaten to spill and you bring a hand up to wipe at your eyes.

How are you going to get this large amount of money before the week ends? You’ll be kicked out and have nowhere to go. Living out of your car would be the last resort and the one you’re forced to take. A shaky breath escapes, stuffing the envelopes into your backpack before slamming the door shut behind you. You have to get to work. It’s the only way you get money even… if it’s not going to be enough. Still, your heart feels thankful towards Gojo Satoru for hiring you and you weren’t gonna let him down.

So quietly, mind swirling with disastrous thoughts and eyes stinging; you travel to work.

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You find yourself on the top floor of one of the tallest buildings in the city, keycard swiping against the small machine lodged into the wall and pressing the four-digit code. The door unlocks and smoothly opens as you push it. Nothing like your one. You didn’t bump into Satoru on the ground floor as he usually makes his way out. So naturally you just assume that he’s left for the day. It’s a relief to you. You’re paranoid that your face is all puffy from crying hard in the car; cursing at bills and the heat.

Ugh, the heat. Thank goodness for the gentle cool air blowing through the vents. Did the man in charge of you turn it on for you before he left? You smile softly, dropping your backpack in the usual corner. People often depict Satoru as this overly confident man without a care in the world, often oblivious to how selfish he can be — He may have his moments but, you know how kind he can be. Not to mention hot… You frantically shake your head, hands slapping against your cheeks. “Now’s not the time to be giddy over your dumb crush on your boss. Work.” You mumble under your breath, teeth gnawing on your lower lip.

You open one of the many doors in the long hallway to reveal your cleaning supplies. Satoru allows you to keep it in his home so you don’t have to tug it along for each journey. Yet again, kind. Finally, you get to work and desperately try to ignore how tight the flimsy shorts feel around your ass each time you bend over. You also try to ignore the haunting thoughts of your bills.

It’s going to be a long day…

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Satoru isn’t in the office building today. He decided to stay home, unable to be coaxed out of the penthouse because of the nasty heatwave. That and he’s been ‘inspired’ by a very polite text message about shorts and why the hell would he leave now? The white-haired man glances towards the office door that’s slightly ajar, listening to muffled sounds of you already starting to work. Utterly oblivious to him being home.

Fuck, he finds you so cute. He remembers since the day he met you that he’d hire you instantly. Bowing towards him and looking so innocent as you express eagerness to be his maid— He refuses to call you ‘housekeeper’. It’s far too boring. It’s a pity that society deems it unethical and also impractical to wear pretty maid dresses to work. Now it’s a dumb polo shirt and usually pants. Usually… Not today. His gaze is wide and manic. He’s so eager to see you in a pair of shorts. The white-haired male doesn’t care if they’re just baggy basketball shorts either. Shorts are shorts. Shorter than pants. Skin is showing. Your soft, pretty skin.

Satoru groans quietly, annoyed with his stubbornness to hide for a while before surprising you. He wants to see you now. Long fingers thread through his white hair, crystal blue eyes falling back to his laptop and lips forming a natural pout, typing dramatically slow on the keyboard with one hand. Still, it will be worth it to see you let your guard down before being surprised by his presence. He can already tell that you’d behave so cute that it’s a miracle he won’t bend you over any flat surface and pound into you until you’re a babbling mess. “Safe to say you’re obsessed and want your dick wet with her cute pussy, Satoru..” He mutters beneath his breath, snorting.

Obsessed feels like an understatement. Satoru feels his infatuation for you grow deeply every day. Every single time you bid him farewell and smiled so sweetly, leading him to jerk himself on the couch with your name escaping his lips. He even deliberately goes late to work just to catch you in the morning, swearing you’re the reason for a good day and everything going his way. Nearly everything. He often thinks of just how exactly he could really get you to be his. It’d be scary to a normal person if they could ever read his mind and realise the dark thoughts he has to try and charm you. It’s just so hard when you’re determined to stay professional and keep things to be strictly business. So yeah, maybe he has to stick to his filthy fantasies for now. Satoru always gets what he wants in the end. He just needs to be patient.

The penthouse is big and with a glance at the time, Satoru assumes you’re in the kitchen by now to clean and prepare meals. Perfect time for a coffee. The corners of his lips twitch, biting back a childish grin and lifts himself up from the office chair. He knows he mentioned wearing shorts in the text message but, he decided on the other way around. Tracksuit pants and no shirt. He works hard at the gym daily and so surely, his beautiful toned body would entice you or at least distract you. The elastic band of the tracksuit pants hang low on his hips, revealing the sinister ‘v’ that leads down to somewhere that will hopefully make you look. He’s downright awful for this behaviour. Terribly unprofessional but all he can think of is his cock.

He quietly steps out of the office room, thankful to actually step away from the screen and walks through the hallway and then the large open space that connects the lounge area with the dining and kitchen. Satoru stuffs his hands into the pockets of his grey tracksuit pants before approaching the kitchen and, holy fuck. His eyes instantly focus on the gorgeous sight of you bending over in front of him, wiping your cloth across the cabinet doors. The pair of shorts aren’t like basketball ones at all. Silly of him to think baggy clothing just because your aura is so innocent. It distracted him from the idea of tighter clothing. Just like your booty shorts now, riding up between your perky ass cheeks and squirming to try and feel more comfortable. He’s going to hell for imagining himself yanking the fabric up further until you do that cute little gasp of surprise and look so embarrassed. Satoru just knows, deep in his core, that embarrassment would look good on you.

Still, he needs to behave. Just a little. You’re a sweet person and he needs to keep his sadistic ways away from you. In his defence (he’s often trying to defend himself against his own thoughts), he has ‘loving’ fantasies towards you. He just wants you to himself. Satoru shakes out of it before casually walking over until he’s standing directly next to you, flicking the switch on the kettle. “Morning, Y/N. You don’t need to work so hard, y’know? Give the dust monsters a fighting chance.” He jokes, reaching for his favourite mug; a gift from you. It’s crystal blue and reminds him of how flustered you were when explaining it made you think of his eyes.

You gasp sharply out of surprise at a sudden presence, trying to grab onto the edge of the bench for support but failing to do so and fall directly onto your butt, eyes wide as you look up at the tall male beside you. He’s home!? Heat rises in your cheeks and you scramble to stand up, fingers twisting the cloth. “S-Sir! I didn’t- I didn’t know you were home. I’m so- Sorry. I should have greeted you…” You trail off quietly, shy gaze lingering on his toned upper body. He’s shirtless. Oh god, he’s shirtless. It’s not shorts that he decided to wear for the heat. It’s less clothing.

The corners of his lips curl up to form an amused smirk, eating up every bit of your reaction. It’s just what he wanted. Luck really is on his side every second of the day. He especially enjoys the lingering gaze of yours on his body. Being shirtless was the right call. He feigns innocence as he spoons the coffee ground into his mug, smiling gently in your direction. “Don’t apologise. It’s on me for being a hermit in my office. It’s too hot to go to work. I’d say it was a good call on those shorts.” Satoru says, voice low and smooth. His eyes shift down to look at your shorts once more. The front view is even better. You laugh shyly, thighs pressing together in a pathetic attempt to try and hide. It does nothing but fuel his secret desires further. You turn away to start wiping another flat surface, hand trembling. You need to stay professional and stop looking at his eight-pack. It was a nice distraction from your thoughts of bills at least. Satoru’s presence alone is always enough to do that.

The white-haired male forces his eyes towards your face this time, blindly pouring boiling water into his mug before slowly setting the kettle down. You’ve been crying. He can tell by how puffy it is around your eyes and how your free hand tries to rub any evidence away. Oh no… No, no, no. He doesn’t like you upset. Satoru stays quiet, lips pressing firmly together as he stirs the coffee. Who does he need to hurt, he wonders. Is it a boy? God, if it is… His knuckles are going to be all bloody and bruised. Fuck. He’s jumping to conclusions again. He clears his throat, body turning to face yours. “Y/N, are you okay? If you’re feeling unwell, you can take time off... You know that, right? You’ll still be paid.” Satoru expresses with warmth to his tone, taking a sip of the bitter coffee.

Your head whips right around, eyes wide and hands coming up to shake frantically. “No! No, I need to work. Please. I’m honestly okay. I love working for you. You’re always so kind and thoughtful. Please, don’t think anything. Let me keep working. I’m okay, see?” You express earnestly, lips curling to form a wide grin. It prompts a soft smile to grace his features, stepping closer until there’s only a tiny gap between you. You could practically feel the warmth radiating off of his bare skin. His free hand tenderly cups your chin, thumb rubbing over the soft skin. Oh. He’s touching you for the first time. Why does it feel so good? You shyly shift your gaze upwards, looking up at him from beneath your long lashes.

Satoru curses internally when he feels his cock twitch from witnessing such a sweet look from you. He knows that he shouldn’t touch you. It’s breaking boundaries but, he really couldn’t resist. Not when you’re clearly haunted with thoughts and pretending to be okay. He cares for you. In so many ways. “Alright, keep working. Just know that if you ever need something, your master is here for you. I’ll take care of you.” He says rather boldly before pulling his hand away. “I’m going back to work. My door is open.” Satoru reminds, leaving you speechless as he returns to his office, sipping on his coffee.

Master…

Satoru really just called himself that. A hand presses against your chest, feeling your heart race. That’s the first time you’ve ever heard such a title in person and yet, it sounds so much prettier than ‘boss’. He even said he’d take care of you. You twist the cloth in your grip, trying to force down the giddiness you start to feel. You’re so thankful to have someone so kind in charge of you. Still, he’s not paying you to stand around! You need to repay him for his kindness. With a swirl of Satoru’s words and thoughts of your overdue bills in mind, you push yourself to work.

The tall male slumps against the inner wall of his office, crystal blue eyes staring blankly ahead and a sigh escaping from his lips. That was a dangerous game to play and yet, Satoru couldn’t resist the chance of putting ideas into your head. You may be so innocent but, he’s determined that his words would have done something to you. However, he wonders what does trouble you. Even he would put a pause on his selfish ways to help you if life calls for it. He walks over to his chair, setting his mug down before slumping into his chair, long legs spreading out. He stares at the mug, mind already starting to be pumped full of images in tight little shorts and his large hand mindlessly palming himself. You look so cute today and he just wants you so badly… What he really needs to do is pay attention—

Satoru snaps out of his thoughts once more, grumbling before resuming work, hoping that you’ll visit him throughout the day.

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You’re stupid for thinking that you could go through the day without your stress levels rising. It’s the middle of the day now, most rooms clean and what you should be doing is making lunch for the older male. The one who is so sweet to you and yet, you’re standing in the middle of the lounge room, tears spilling down your cheeks and hands trembling as they frantically try to wipe them away. You’re supposed to be strong and resilient; think you could get through anything the world throws at you. Yet, you’re going to be homeless by the end of the week and living in your tiny car. You barely have money in your bank account to cover even a phone bill let alone rent.

You sniffle quietly, chest feeling tight as you glance towards the scattered letters at your feet. Life is far too cruel to you. Especially when you work for someone so wonderful. Satoru pays you well and yet, it’s not enough for your stupid landlord. Satoru… You look towards the hallway, eyes focused on the open door to his office. He did say he’ll take care of you, right? Will he help find a solution to your hot mess? Will he even comfort you? Oh, how you crave to just be surrounded by his warmth. You breathe in deeply, ignoring how shaky you sound when you exhale and slowly begin to approach Satoru’s office until you’re standing outside and looking into his world.

He’s working hard, fingers rapid on the keyboard but they stop instantly and his crystal blue eyes look up towards you, lips curling. He’s always able to sense your presence. “Y/N, finally visiting me? I was counting down the time.” He half-jokes, standing up from his chair. Satoru instantly notices your misery and how it’s written all over your face. “What’s wrong?” He asks, brows knitting together to form a frown of concern and quickly walks around the desk to approach you. Instantly, you stumble forward until you’re pressing into him, hands clenched together as if you were about to pray to him. “Please— Please, give me extra sh-shifts. I need to— I need to work more. I have bills to pay.” You hiccup between the words that frantically spill from your lips, tears gliding down your cheeks.

Satoru finds his heart racing, conflicted with himself from finding the sight of you begging to be heavenly. His large hands rest gently on your shoulders, giving a squeeze before stroking along your bare arms. “Extra shifts? What, you already work nearly every day, Y/N. That’s not healthy... Bills?” He asks, hoping for more of an explanation. Why is his heart racing with hope from the sight of your despair? He’s a sick individual. Your weight is leaning on him entirely now and Satoru wraps his arms around your trembling figure to provide you with the comfort you were craving. Your tears smearing against his bare chest.

You could barely focus on how being embraced by your superior has always been a secret dream of yours; feeling too much distress and fear of what’s to happen to you. You sob loudly and Satoru is thankful you’re not looking up at him to see the complete bliss written across his face. You’re relying on him. Not someone else. It’s him that you’re clinging onto and begging for help. He should feel guilty for being so happy in this moment. Your nails dig into his bare skin as you cling, your voice muffled against his chest. “Please... Just give me more shifts… If— If I don’t pay my bills by the end of the week, I’ll be homeless! I’ll have to... I’ll have to live in my car and I just need to pay these bills. I have nowhere to go!”

Satoru isn’t going to hell. That’s not what it feels like now. No. This must be heaven. Everything just keeps landing in front of him on a silver platter and he’s more than ready to devour. You’re desperate and in need of money for petty bills and he has more than enough to buy that shitty apartment complex ten times over if he really wanted to. He swears he’s not evil. He cares for you. It’s just that he’s selfish and perhaps a little sadistic. Well, he tries to convince himself of that. It’s going to be a pleasure to finally corrupt you to the core and have you tangled around his long fingers. The plan just instantly appears in his head like a lightbulb flicking on, listening to your sweet cries.

“Oh, sweetheart. That’s awful. How could your landlord be so mean to you?” Satoru says so softly, strong arms wrapping around your smaller frame and he hugs you tightly, not allowing you to see the brief sinister smirk that lingers on his lips and the way his eyes darken with joy for what he’s going to do next. You continue to whimper out your pleas against his broad shoulder. Your boss— No… Master sounds so much more comforting. Your Master is so kind to you. You could feel his warmth soak into your trembling body. The summer heat couldn’t even make this unpleasant.

“I... I don’t know… I already paid rent and he just hits me with more bills. Sir, I have nowhere else to go! I really need the money! Please, I’ll do anything you say if you can just give me more shifts or something? I— I’ll fix things, or try to! I’ll go deliver things? Please—“ You feel his hands gently prying you off of his body, eyes meeting. He’s looking at you with so much kindness. How could anyone ever think that this man is selfish and cruel? The white-haired male cups your cheeks, thumbs wiping away the tears as he gently shushes you, coaxing you to slowly calm down from crying. Tiny hiccups escape and snot threatens to drip. Still, you don’t think anything could stop your tears besides a wad of cash.

You’ll do anything for him. It’s like music to his ears; aside from your pretty crying. “I don’t know, Y/N... You already do so much, I can’t really think of anything..” He sighs, watching the way your eyes widen with horror at the thought of not being able to make enough in time. Fuck, his cock is throbbing so hard. He’s awful for doubling the fear you feel. His hands take hold of yours to give a squeeze and pull you into a tight embrace again, a hand resting against the back of your head. It feels so nice, the way his hand strokes your hair. “I can’t give you extra shifts, but I’d love to help you out. I can give you the money to help you not lose your home..”

Your heart sparks with hope! Satoru is so caring towards you. You look towards him, fingers curling into fists that rest against his toned chest. Cute, he thinks. His eyes light up, lips curling to form a smile.

“Except, you’ll have to do something for me in return. You said you’ll do anything, right? It’s nothing too difficult, love.” Satoru purrs, head mimicking your own head tilting, finger tapping against your chin. “I’ll help you with rent if you let me have you.” He proposes, trying not to laugh with endearment from your look of confusion. You pull back a little, though hands refusing to leave his warm torso.

“Have me? You already do, sir. I work for you. What do you mean..” You trail off, heart starting to speed up anxiously, though laced with excitement. You couldn’t understand why. The white-haired male chuckles, pushing hair out of your face and forcing you to look up at him with a grip on your chin.

“I mean, I’ll take care of all those troubling and nasty bills if you let me have your body, Y/N. It’s that easy. You’ll feel so good, too. There’s nothing else you could do for me because you already take such good care of me.” Satoru says, hand tenderly stroking your arm.

You look at him in wild confusion, merely because you didn’t ever expect this to be the answer. He wants your body. Satoru laughs a little, thinking you’re cute for the thousandth time. Dumb little brain needs to be taken care of, too. “Sex, Y/N. Making love.” He emphasises the last term. It’s deliberate as he thinks it’d entice your sweet heart more than the blunt term ‘fucking’. Everything he says, every touch he gives; all have a motive.

Embarrassment washes over you and your hand grips helplessly onto his muscular bicep. “I know what you meant! I just—“ You pause, mind thinking it over. Satoru, the man who has hired you, will give you money to take care of bills and in return, you sleep with him. Your mind is a hot mess, thinking so many things and especially why on earth would someone so gorgeous and with a heart of gold; want you. Your mind travels to a memory. One of when you were in university before you dropped out because of not being able to afford it. A professor got fired and a student was expelled because she had sex with him for good grades in return. Such situations are viewed down upon.

Satoru isn’t worried. He just watches you with patience (though his cock certainly wasn’t feeling that) and his long fingers lightly play with yours. He knows you’ll give in because he’ll lead you to that path. Besides, he knows you’re attracted to him to some degree. That’s been obvious since day one. He pulls away to walk towards a cabinet as you begin to speak.

“Sir, I-I’m flattered that you want to help me and… that this is the only way but, isn’t it against, you know, rules?”

Satoru laughs lightheartedly at your words, prompting you to feel hot in the face again. He reveals a safe, typing in the passcode swiftly before opening it up. Again, every action of his is intentional. Especially when the insides are exposed to you. Stacks and stacks of cash. One tiny stack alone could pay rent for a year. He tilts his head, noticing your shocked expression at the sight of the small percentage of his riches.

“I make the rules, Y/N. Do you really think I’d let you get in trouble and suggest this? I care about you.”

You feel your heart flutter gently from those words. He cares, you know he does. Always so friendly to you and goes out of his way. This really must be the only option he has left if he wants to help you. You sniffle quietly, a hand rubbing at your eyes that feel so puffy and tired. How’d he even think of choosing your body after seeing you cry is a miracle. Still, you don’t know if you should do this. Especially since you’ve never had sex before. You better speak your truth before it’s too late. “Sir, I don’t think I can…”

Satoru sighs out dramatically, hand moving to close the safe, his broad back facing you. You’re not able to see the sinister smirk he’s displaying as he speaks. “Then I don’t know what to do, Y/N. Sweetheart, you might actually end up on the stree—“

“No, I just mean I’m a virgin! I want to take up this huge favour that you’re willing to do for me but I’m a virgin, I haven’t done anything let alone be kissed. You deserve someone experienced, I can’t give you what you need.” You begin to choke up as tears begin to spill down your cheeks when you realise that nothing can be done. You feel utterly hopeless and even useless. Your boss— Master, is stretching out his hand to save you, only asking for your body in return and you can’t because why would he want someone so stupidly inexperienced?

The white-haired tilts his head upwards after hearing the wonderful news. A virgin. Untouched. Innocent. You haven’t been touched by anyone and could be all his to corrupt. He can be the one to twist and shape you into someone that revolves around him. You could even become the one to worship him like a God who saved you from your pitiful life. It feels even more special because of the simple fact that it is you. The one he’s been craving hungrily for since day one. The one he really wanted to have fall for him and rely heavily on him. That you’d only ever look his way because how could some other person, man or woman; ever conquer when it’s him who’s taking all of your firsts and having you tangled in his web. He will become your one and only to worship and cherish.

You definitely wouldn’t want someone else when he’s manipulated you into agreeing and finally having your eyes open to pleasure. Pleasure only he can give. Satoru feels that confident in himself and his shoulders nearly shake from silent laughter. He already feels like he’s won. Satoru breathes in deeply before he turns around to face you, eyes now showing concern for you. He frowns, pretending to not be giddy at the sight of your tears and walks back over to you. The safe is opened slightly to still reveal the contents.

“I accept you for who you are, Y/N. It might be off-putting to other men that you’ve never had sex or as I like to say, make love but, it isn’t to me. It just makes you even more special in my eyes.” Satoru says, hand tenderly stroking your cheek and gently wiping the tears away. Fuck, how he’d love to lick them off your cute face instead. You frown a little at first at his words, an unpleasant twist in your stomach that prompts your hands to reach out for him. For comfort. He’s right. Other men would look at you unpleasantly for being so inexperienced…

Satoru thinks you’re special, though. It coaxes butterflies to appear in your stomach, reminding you how they often seem to come alive whenever Satoru is around. You smile shyly, cheeks stained with tears and you tilt into his hand, thinking of his proposal. He’ll help you with your bills if you just give your body to him. He doesn’t care about your virginity and is still willing to. You bite down on your lip, leaning in close and a fleeting glance at the safe full of money. You care for Satoru and deeply respect him. Still… Is this right?

He notices it and bites back a chuckle. You’re clearly desperate to not lose a roof over your head. In all honesty, Satoru wants to beat your landowner up. Violently. It angers him that you’ve been put in a position and feel complete despair. He hates when others are cruel to you but, he’ll still selfishly take the chance to take you for himself. Nothing could put a stop to that. Not even a gun to his head. It’s safe to say that Satoru knows that he lacks morals. Does he care how unethical it is to coax his personal maid into sex? Fuck no. His dick definitely agrees with his plan, too. He continues to gaze down at you, stroking your cheek. You just need a little push and he knows you’ll fall over the edge and desperately reach for him. He’ll bless you with his hand reaching out to hold you before you could fall into darkness.

“Let’s make love, Y/N. I’ll pay your rent just as I promise. Besides, don’t you want to give up your virginity to someone who truly cares about you or would you rather give it to some man at the bar, just wanting to get his dick wet? I’ll make you feel good. Let me take care of you. Let me save you.” His voice is quiet and low as he bends down to whisper against your ear, warm breath fanning against it. Checkmate, he thinks as his eyes never leave his prize.

This is your virginity. You only get one shot. Body, heart & soul already yearn for the older male, yelling at you that there’s no one else you could find that would do better than Satoru. They agree with their Master’s words and now your mind is starting to agree too. No one else could do it. Satoru wants to make love with you and help you ease your troubles. No one would ever do that. Just your master. This tall, white-haired man has always been so selfless. So kind and loving towards you. You won’t have to worry anymore. It just makes sense to agree.

Shyly, your arms wrap around his neck and you have to lean up on your toes. Has he always been so tall? He towers above you, physique looking so beautifully carved like it’s a Greek statue of a God. You feel so hot despite the cool air blowing from the aircon, looking up at him. Satoru’s hands are cautious on your hips, thumbs dipped beneath the shirt to rub comforting circles against your soft skin. He really is willing to save you. “I want to, Sir. If I give myself, you’ll help me with my bills and take care of me for my first time... It makes sense. I want it all with you.” You express through a whisper, ignoring how your heart races so excitedly for sins that are about to be committed. You always had an innocent crush on your boss and now he’s doing all of this. For you.

An almost manic grin appears from hearing you finally agree, bending slightly to press a kiss to your jawline, breathing in deeply. Satoru could smell your sweet perfume mixed with your sweat. Fucking perfect. He’s finally getting what he’s always wanted. Thank fuck for the overdue bills. “Your Master will take good care of you in return, baby. Don’t worry your pretty little head about those bills anymore. Just let go and succumb to me.” Satoru purrs, coaxing you into feeling a mixture of giddiness and embarrassment as you nod with eagerness.

“Don’t think the office is the right place for this.” Satoru thinks aloud before easily hoisting you up into his hold. He guides your legs around his waist, hands cupping just beneath your perky butt and briefly, he thanks the heatwave for prompting you to wear shorts. “Sir? Where will we go?” You ask, too flustered to use logic at the given time.

“Mm, call me Master from now on. It’s cuter from your lips. Is there nothing in that small brain of yours, baby?” He teases, walking down the hallway. Your cheeks flush from the humiliation of his words, trying to hide your face. He looks up above, mouthing ‘thank you’ — To himself. All his hard work has paid off. “Where does sex usually happen, do you not know?” He mocks, cock straining against his tracksuit pants.

You whine, frantically pulling away to look at him. “I know where sex happens! I just had… a dumb moment.” You huff, helping with pushing the door open to his master bedroom as he nudges it with his foot. He coos, endeared by your brief feistiness and kisses your temple. “Of course you do, Y/N. Only a dumb baby sometimes.” Satoru chuckles and you feel your heart flutter from hearing one of your favourite sounds. It relaxes you. Only a little, which is only natural for something big that’s about to happen in your life. Satoru gently sets you down on the polished wooden floor and walks slowly over to the bed, pretending to inspect it. There’s a circular rug beneath the king-size bedroom. He may have been prompted in the shop by how you praised the fuzziness of it and that he wouldn’t want you hurting your knees when he finally gets you between his legs. Ha. He really is a winner. Never the loser kind.

He stands there before the bed. He sighs deeply and turns towards you. Satoru has to ignore how his heart aches from the cute sight of you nervously fidgeting. “You know, Y/N... I’m really helping you here. You’re always so polite to me but, I was wondering if you could show me how deeply thankful you are for me, your master. Will you?” He asks, voice laced with sweetness. You’re oblivious to the fact that he’s testing your obedience, curious if you really would do anything. Including something some would say is humiliating.

It’s not humiliating at all to you and instead, it makes perfect sense to you. He’s gone out of his way a few years ago to hire you and now he’s going even further. Quickly, you drop down to your knees and your face scrunches slightly from the impact. You’re not close enough for the fuzzy carpet. Even though you feel so flustered, you lower your upper body until your nose presses against the wood and your hands overlap just before you. You’re bowing as deeply as you can, tears of relief threatening to spill. “Th-Thank you, Master. This means the world to me. I’ll thank you over and over.” You whisper breathlessly. You could feel your shorts rising from the movement, perky ass cheeks on display as you bow towards him.

Satoru is more thankful for his phone in his pocket, slyly pulling it out to hold it up and snapping a photo of the glorious sight of you bowing before him, thanking him for how his thick cock will stretch out your virgin pussy— Well, he knows the gratitude is beyond that. He’s grinning a little, still in almost disbelief that everything is going his way. He may be confident in his abilities but, there was always that chance of everything falling apart and you leaving. His heart aches at the thought of that. He’d do anything and everything to make you stay. Even force if he had to. He clears his throat, grin lessening to a soft smile. “You’re okay with me taking a photo, right? Sweet girl, you look so cute when you’re bowing to me.” Frankly, he’d still keep the photo but it’s nice to get your consent either way.

You whine quietly at his words, peeking up at him and noticing him setting his phone aside. “Master can do anything he wants..” You mumble shyly, face feeling hot once more. Is your heart going to leap out of your chest? That’s what it feels like. Satoru walks over until his bare feet are in front of your eyes. You lift yourself up a little to look up towards his gorgeous face as he towers above you. Your saviour. “Y/N, are you happy to give me your first of firsts?” His voice is low and deep, yet so silky smooth that you find yourself nodding eagerly. Truth be told, you always dreamt of giving him your first kiss. You have been crushing on him hard and just stubbornly tried to stay professional.

“I want Master to have it! I want him to show me what it’s like, I want…” You trail off, longing gaze falling to his soft-looking lips. “To taste my Master.” You finally confess and Satoru couldn’t stop himself from smirking, pleased with your response. You’re still in disbelief at everything that is going on. Still nervous about the bills— It’s hard to take your mind off of them. Satoru will help with that. You watch as he stands up and your lips part in silent awe. From this angle, he really does appear like a God saving you. His crystal blue eyes focus on you as he begins to step away, his heart leaping when you desperately reach out for him. “Come on, baby girl. Crawl. You’ll reach the bed soon or, is it me that you’re wanting to reach?” He teases lightly, prompting you to huff and start to crawl on all fours in his direction, ignoring the annoyance of your booty shorts riding up between your ass cheeks. It’s definitely him that you want to reach.

Satoru settles on the edge of the king-size bed, eyes refusing to blink as he watches you crawl over to him like his very own personal pet. It’s a sight he wants burned into his mind to remember for eternity. He could still sense your shyness and while others may have told you to get over all of this; the shyness only fuels his desires further to corrupt you and shape you into his. He bends down once you reach him, arms beneath your underarms and hoists you up with ease onto his lap, directly onto his crotch. He shifts to hug around your waist, pulling against him and you can’t stop yourself from feeling flustered or how your heart seems to race even faster. It’s to be expected, right? Everything is new and it’s all involving the man in charge of you.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous but, trust me. You trust me, right? I would never let anyone hurt you, not even myself. I’m just here to take care of you. Save you.” Satoru whispers, leaning in as his lips hover over yours, not kissing you just yet. A shaky breath escapes, your hands gently gripping onto his broad shoulders for support. He’s saving you. Won’t let any harm come your way. No more mean bills to make you cry. “I trust you..” You respond softly and soon feel his lips pressing against yours. One of his large hands comes up to cup the back of your head to keep you in place, fingers threading through your hair to grip as he moves his tiers slowly against yours, guiding you through your first kiss. He could tell you’re new to everything; not exactly knowing what to do with your lips besides what you see in films.

Satoru couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. “Just follow your Master, baby girl. Let him guide.” He mumbles against your plump lips and you relax on his lap, arms now snaking around his neck as you follow his lead. It’s not so clumsy anymore as you kiss him. Lips moving against lips. Tongue peeking out to swipe across lower tiers. You’re a quick learner, he notices. He fucking loves that. He continues to make out with you, time easing away and the kiss being fuelled with more passion. It’s sloppy, saliva smearing and neither of you seemed to care. You feel a mixture of peace and excitement as you kiss Satoru. Each touch is a reminder to you that he cares for you. That he won’t let anything happen. Not to mention that he’s just really good at taking the lead and kissing you breathless. You wonder if you’ll be allowed to kiss him more after, easily sinking into his trap.

You sigh happily, body moving on its own as you shift to straddle him properly, fingers threading through his white hair to gently pull on as you press flush against him; your covered breasts against his bare chest, unintentionally rubbing. You’re unaware of how you’re moving, just getting lost in the kiss. Satoru on the other hand, is deeply aware. Especially when you’re causing friction against his crotch and causing him to groan into the searing kiss. For a virgin, your body definitely has been craving to be touched. By him only. His tongue drags slowly across your lower lip until your lips part to whimper and he slides his tongue in with ease, gliding it across every inch of your mouth, eager to have your sweet taste permanently on his tongue. His hands are tight against your body to keep you in place, causing you to squirm and press into him, only craving to drown in the kiss.

You feel him slowly devour you, hand caressing along the length of your back and you just simply melt, completely dazzled by everything that is Gojo Satoru. It’s only a kiss, too. Will everything feel so good? His tongue rubs against yours as your pair of lips continue to move against his until eventually, he decides to part. There’s a string of saliva connecting your lips together, causing you to feel flush. “You’re a fast learner, Y/N.” He praises, intentions to trap you and reel you in further. You often enjoyed being praised by him for your work, so it only makes sense to him. His assumption was correct, eyes lighting up at his words and a hand quickly wiping away the saliva. “You’re a good teacher, Master.” You say softly, causing his ego to swell up.

His gaze darkens, using his strength to easily manhandle your body around until your back meets the bed and he’s pinning you down, one hand gripping firmly onto your wrist and his other stroking your side every so lightly. You choke on a surprised gasp from the sudden movement, staring up at him with wide eyes, long lashes fluttering gently. Is your heart racing from nerves? Excitement? “Baby..” He trails off, leaning down to brush his lips along your jawline, whispering. “You’re going to do something for me, aren’t you?” Satoru peeks up at your face and even someone untouched can pick up on the implication. You squirm nervously now. It’s all new. What if you’re not good at it? Should you really be doing this? Would Satoru want you if he wasn’t doing you such a huge favour? What is your worth? Your mind tends to still leave questions and Satoru doesn’t like that. He wants your mind free of everything but his voice.

“Remember that I’m doing you a favour, Y/N.” He growls lowly, teeth nipping at your flesh. He’s awful for being further aroused by instilling fear into you. It’s a necessity if he wants you to break and finally realise the truth properly. That you live to serve him completely. “Don’t be so scared, my sweet maid. You want this, I know you do. We’re taking our time. It’s just… Master is aching. Only wants your touch.” His large hand smothers one of your own, slowly guiding it towards his crotch. “If it wasn’t for me, you’d be crying on the streets in just seven days. So baby girl, just forget it all. Let me take care of you as you take care of me.” His words are low and soothing, listening intently to every word that he says like it’s a prayer to memorise.

That’s right. If it wasn’t for him, you’d be completely doomed. With determination pumping through your body, you move to sit up, hands pressing against his chest and he allows you to move him until he’s lying down on his back now, gazing up at you with a victorious grin displaying on his swollen lips. Fuck yes. You’re so easy to manipulate and it riles him up. He pretends that he’s calm, just adjusting the pillows beneath his head before a hand comes down to give your closest thigh a tender squeeze. It’s encouraging to you and you clasp his hands between both of yours, pressing it against your chest. You look at him like he’s everything to you. He always has been. That small crush turned into something more. Foolish of you to realise only now.

“I live to serve you, Master. I know I’m new but, I’ll do everything I can to make you feel good. Please teach me when I need it.” You express breathlessly before letting go of his hand to crawl between his parted legs. You curl up, leaning forward until your face presses against his crotch, nuzzling so lovingly and breathing in the scent of Satoru. He grits his teeth, long fingers twitching before he grips onto the blanket beneath him for now. The white-haired male didn’t expect such a filthy yet endearing gesture but it only causes him to ache, wishing for his cock to be freed already. “Good girl, you’re so good.. Show me what you know,” Satoru says through his clenched teeth, not daring to look away from the pretty sight of you between his long legs. Truth be told, you found that you’d just be happy to exist with your face nuzzling between his crotch, inhaling in his comforting scent. Yeah, sweat mixed with cologne. Some might find it off-putting but it’s Satoru! Your beloved boss.

Remembering scenes from films and your own curiosity as your motivator, you press your tongue flat against the fabric that restricts him, dragging it slowly across the mysterious thickness that his pants are hiding. It prompts a soft groan to leave Satoru, teeth latching onto his lower lip. He didn’t expect you to do something so teasing and lewd. It’s so long, you noticed. Your tongue reaches the end and that’s when you notice the leaking tip just peeking out from under the elastic band, his cock straining against it.

“Are you smiling because you get to see my cock? Dirty girl.” He snorts lightly and you bring a hand up to your mouth, noticing that you really were smiling down at his crotch. You assume it’s because you’ll get to give someone you adore some pleasure. Right? “Can’t help myself.” You tsk lightly, hooking your fingers beneath the elastic band and finally begin to hastily pull down. It seems like you’re pulling and pulling until finally, his erection springs out, slapping against his toned stomach. Your jaw drops in shock from how big it is. You’ve seen porn and obnoxiously big dicks but— Satoru’s is on another level. It’s not obnoxiously long that it seems fake but, it’s still huge. Thick, too. You can only imagine that your fingers will struggle to meet around it. There’s a pretty curve to the pulsating length, protruding veins along the sides. Your gaze is completely fixated on the beauty of it and something just clicks in your head as a droplet of pre-cum leaks from the head and down the many inches. It just clicks that, of course, Gojo Satoru would have the most beautiful cock in the world. Of course, it’d be attached to someone who deserves to be worshipped daily.

Satoru’s confidence just rapidly increases, casually resting an arm beneath his head, smirking at the cute sight of you being in a shock of silence. People in the past often said that he’s got a big dick but your face just says so much more. Mind games and all, it seems it’s just all falling into place and he’s pleased. “My sweet maid.” He calls out softly, his free hand managing to reach out to pet the top of your head as you stay kneeling between his legs. It coaxes you to lean down so it’s easier for him to pet you like some animal, making you silently wonder why you like the feeling of it. Why were you so foolish to call yourself his housekeeper for years when you were more than that? Being his maid is special. Intimate. It means you can do everything for him and he’ll keep you under his protection in return. “Go on, baby. I know you want to touch my cock and it’s cause of you that I’m so hard. Make me feel good…” He smiles to himself. “Paying your bills after all and taking care of you.”

That’s right! You can’t just keep sitting here in absolute awe when he’s waiting for pleasure in return for his help. Besides, he’s even further correct on you wanting to touch him with your virgin hands. You laugh shyly, fingers curling around the thick base and feeling it throb from your touch. The very tips of your fingers just are able to make contact. “I’m sorry, Master. It’s just— I’ve never seen… Only in media, y’know. You’re just so— Huge. So pretty.” You purr, now tenderly stroking along the length, making sure to touch every single inch.

His abdomen tenses from the touch, exhaling low through his mouth as he feels the pleasant warmth of your palm as you stroke gently. He closes his eyes for a moment. Satoru can feel your hand dragging, causing friction from the lack of lubricant. He briefly looks towards his drawer where he knows there’s a barely empty bottle of lube. He uses it a lot to the thought of you and now that he has you? Perfect. “Spit on it, baby. It will make me feel good. Take your time, do what feels natural.” The gentle order falls from his lips as he sighs. Usually, he’s an impatient man who’d just love to bend you over and rail your ass until you’re crying but this is his first time with you. He may have perhaps manipulated to get his way but he’s not going to rush such a perfect moment. Especially when your hand feels so snug and warm.

Spit on it… Right. You’ve read somewhere that dry friction is somewhat unpleasant and so you lean down, tongue hanging out just over the pretty tip and saliva begins to pool, slowly dripping out until you’re practically drooling over his cock. The pair of you actually moan together at the filthy sight, feeling the spit meeting the top of your hand and you begin to stroke until you’re coating his throbbing member with your own spit, pleased with the way it glistens beneath the light of the bedroom, making his cock entice you in further. You pick up the pace of your strokes, wrist twisting each time you slide your hand up and down. Your thumb rubs against the sensitive tip and he grunts, hips stuttering in response as the pleasure leaves him tingling.

You’re a natural when it comes to giving Satoru a handjob. His eyes nearly falling shut; half-lidded gaze focusing on the sight of your hand quickly stroking along his shaft, smearing the saliva that you continue to let drool out onto his tip. Satoru is breathing deeply, nails scraping against his own scalp as a pitiful attempt to contain himself through the gentle waves of pleasure. You’re still on your knees between his long limbs, though leaning down and ass pushing up into the air, appearing so inviting. You keep your face close to his throbbing cock, wanting to memorise the pretty sight and how it feels heavy against your palm. Wrist continues to twist with each stroke before you hear him groaning out your name. You feel pleased to be able to give your Master the pleasure he deserves.

You whimper in question when his hand grips firmly onto your hair, glancing up at him. Suddenly he’s pressing your face against the underside of his cock and you could feel your own spit against your face. “Use your mouth.” He pants out heavily, eyes swirling with victorious lust. You’re quick to oblige, mimicking with what you did before by dragging your tongue slowly along the underside, tracing along a vein until plush lips press against the pretty pink tip. You already find yourself loving the taste of him, craving more. You kiss sloppy innocent kisses to the leaking tip before you wrap your lips around it, suckling on it gently as you look up towards your Master.

Satoru rolls his eyes at the wet warmth of your mouth and your daring tongue sliding across the sensitive head. He waited far too long, mind momentarily wishing you were desperate for him to save you earlier. He’s a sick individual and gives no fuck. Being selfish gets him what he wants and that is every part of you. You look up towards his face with absolute adoration for the older male, tongue lapping at the tip and swirling around like it’s your own personal candy to enjoy. You’re unable to stop the soft moan from escaping and he inhales sharply when he feels the vibration along his thick cock. One hand continues to stroke and lovingly squeeze around the base of his length, mouth parting wider as you take more of him into your wet cavern.

Your jaw is tense, locked in place as you slide your mouth up and down the very first few inches, feeling it rub against your inner cheeks. You find that you already have to slurp up the large amounts of saliva that seeps out. Satoru feels himself twitch in your mouth, one arm briefly draping over his eyes as he focuses on nothing but the sweet wet mouth that surrounds his raging erection. His face scrunches up as the pleasure surges through him, groaning softly. He brings his hand down to firmly grip your hair from the back of your head, eagerly pushing down. Satoru knows that it’s so wrong to urge a virgin to go beyond their comfort levels but, your mouth is too heavenly to ignore & to be frank, he knows he’ll get away with it because of the ‘special’ situation. Hell, he knows that urged him to do it.

Your eyes widen as you feel the force against your head, whines muffled by the aching tug on strands of hair. For him— Satoru, the one who is giving you everything; you’ll do it for him. Happily. Inexperience and nerves be damned. You try to widen your mouth, gagging audibly when the tip of his thickness brushes against the back of your throat, choking as you pull away to look at him with wide eyes, spit mixed with pre-cum smeared and dripping from your chin. “M-Master, it hurts my jaw. I don’t know what to do, I really want your cock. I want to give you pleasure.” You plead breathlessly, eyes stinging with tears. You can’t screw this up.

It does the opposite of screwing up. Satoru is just so happy to not only have you, but a virgin to shape and play with. You’re going to accept anything he throws your way like a dog with a bone. “Baby girl, so inexperienced. Where would you be without me? You’re so lucky that I love to guide you through things.” He murmurs, fingers gently caressing along your jawline, leaning up on the elbow of his other arm. “Other men would find you so embarrassing but I just adore your innocent eagerness to please me. Just relax your jaw, Y/N. Relax as you take me in, okay? You’ll find yourself better at it than forcing yourself. I know my cock is so big for your cute mouth but you’ll take it all, won’t you? For me?” He explains, watching your eyes light up from the ‘teaching’ and helpful information.

“Of course, Master! I won’t dare miss any of you! Every inch of your beautiful cock deserves to feel pleasure. I can do it.” You insist, tears of worry glued to your long lashes. He has to tilt his head away to mask his look of disbelief. A true jackpot. Satoru simply nods to give you permission to continue. Your body muscles soften when you realise he isn’t giving up on you. The deal or whatever is still in motion and you’re just so thankful. He’s right that others would have rejected you. His kindness deserves to be shown your gratitude. Your plush lips wrap once more around the tip, bobbing your mouth up and down the first few inches slowly, eyes focused on him and the way his chest seems to stutter with his heavy breaths.

You squeeze your hand around the base before you start to slide your hot mouth down further, listening to his words from before and just relaxing into it. You close your eyes, nose scrunching slightly but you fixate on the taste of his cock against your tongue that caresses the underside of his twitching length, head tilting as you take more in. You find that you’re lacking oxygen with your mouth stuffed full and start to breathe through your nose. Saliva continues to dribble out, keeping that beautiful sheen over his cock whenever the spit meets the bedroom light. Even with advice in mind, you can’t help but gag on his throbbing cock whenever it presses against the back of your throat.

It’s become one of his favourite sounds. The sound of you choking on his fat cock, only eager to take every part of him. “Mm, fuck… Good girl, doing so good.. Fondle with my balls as you suck like the filthy girl you are for me, baby.” The dirty words just fall from his lips so easily when he feels the velvety feeling of your inner cheeks rubbing along his cock, brows furrowed as his hand returns to your head once more to push. Usually, such words may have shocked you but now with lips stretched so wide around his girth; you discover something new. You love his dirty talk. You worship every single word he says like nothing else holds value. It’s like he is your Go—

You’re yanked out of your loving thoughts when he snaps his hips up, now being the one to force his thick cock down your throat. He’s allowed to do whatever he wants, after all. Your hand cups his balls to tenderly fondle as you breathe heavily through your nose. A few droplets of tears glide down your warm cheeks, feeling the ache at the back of your throat as he keeps his dick stuffed down the warm hole, groaning out happily from the pleasant feeling. He can feel the way your throat muscles constrict and tighten around his invading cock, only driving him further as he begins to fuck your mouth, hand firmly on your head to keep you in place. He’s sliding his cock against your wet tongue, head tilting forward to see the pretty sight of you in tears and struggling to breathe properly.

“Such a cute virgin.” He pants out, causing your heart to flutter, happy that he’s able to find your inexperience and struggle cute. It didn’t matter to you at all, the painful ache and continuous gags rising up loudly whenever his erection slid out to let that moment of air before quickly taking it away from you. Even with your throat acting as some guard to prevent him from going further couldn’t stop him. No, Satoru would just push on your head as his hips snap up rapidly, grinning lightly from the wet squelching. Your nose keeps pressing against his stomach, muffling your needy sounds. The white-haired man coos mockingly when your hands flail, not knowing what to do with them as he fucks your open mouth roughly.

“Come on, baby. Put them to use. You wouldn’t want to make a mistake and lose your chance, would you? Even worse, you wouldn’t want to lose me.” He hisses out lowly, head tilting back as he moans, thankful for his own stubbornness to hold out just that bit longer. He wouldn’t leave you, but he sure loves to see you in momentary fear. The words send you into an internal panic. No! No, no, no! You don’t want to lose your Master! One hand quickly grips the side of his toned thigh to caress, the other returning to squeeze lightly and fondle his balls lovingly, eager to make the male happy.

Satoru’s eyes roll, widening for a moment before closing tightly. He can feel himself approaching his high quickly as his hips continue to snap at a fast pace to fuck your mouth nice and deep. If your mouth feels so good, Satoru couldn’t wait too long to stuff your virgin pussy with his monstrous-sized cock. It’d be even better. You feel lightheaded from not being able to get the proper amount of oxygen and it feels rather nice. Fuzzy. Nicer if you think about how much you trust Satoru and that he’s clearly loving your mouth. You’re happy to be so useful with just one of your holes. Still, it doesn’t stop you from choking, swallowing around his length as it slides beyond your cheeks and down until you can feel it when your hand quickly touches your throat. You could feel when his cock makes your throat bulge and hurt, tears and spit causing you to look like a hot mess already. It’s a miracle you chose today to not wear make-up, you would have had mascara running down your cheeks.

“Fuck— Fuck, Y/N. Take it. Be a good girl—“ Satoru gasps sharply, both large hands gripping onto the sides of your head to prison you in that only spot. A wave of ecstasy washes over his long body, causing his muscles to tense up and shake slightly as his cock finally pumps out ropes of sticky cum that paint your throat white. You breathe heavily out through your nose, eyes wide and frantic from something new filling your mouth and you have no other option but to swallow.

Why does it taste so good? You taste the saltiness of his cum and it lingers even as you happily swallow each drop that he’s blessed you with, feeling so special. You are, after all. He chose you and in return, you’ll be happy to receive anything from him if it means giving joy back. His nails scrape along your scalp, moaning deeply as he simply enjoys riding the wave that is his orgasm. Half-lidded gaze once more and he looks at you, cheeks puffed out from being pumped full of his cum, watching intently as you refuse to let any dribble out. Fucking hell, what did he do in his past life to be able to witness this?

He guides your head up and slowly off of his cock that slaps against his stomach once free. It already starts to twitch just as he watches you sputter. You’re dry-heaving deeply, hands gripping onto his thighs for support and feel relief for a moment that you can breathe through your mouth. You cough, strings of saliva still connecting to his sloppy cock and you wipe them away, trying to wipe your face clean. Your saliva mixed with his dry-cum already feels dry and crusty on your face. You must look awful, causing you to raise your hands to pitifully hide. Instantly, Satoru’s hands grip your wrists as he shifts to sit up with you, staring heavy and firm.

“No hiding.” He warns before his gaze softens, leaning in. “I think you look even prettier when you’re all messy like this. All thanks to me.” Satoru reminds gently, massaging small circles against your wrists. You feel your heart leap from his words, looking at the white-haired male so fondly. Master. Saviour. “Th— ank you.” You manage to rasp out despite your abused throat aching. Satoru coos endeared entirely because of you and presses multiple kisses to your swollen lips. He could taste himself. “How’d I taste, my sweet maid? You better expect more.” He chuckles gently, nose pressing against your temple as he inhales deeply. He could smell your sweat laced with your favourite perfume and silently thanks the heat.

You don’t realise it but your eyes light up at his words, giddy from realising this isn’t the end. Your nerves may never be conquered until it’s over and you have given your true first to him but, you couldn’t deny that you actually enjoyed having him inside your mouth. Especially when he started taking control and you just had to take it. Mess and all. Maybe it’s scary for a virgin to be thinking this but… It just feels like this is what you’re destined to do. To truly serve Gojo Satoru. He’s offering to pay your bills, too. A bonus, really.

“Your cum… It’s my favourite taste now.” You confess sheepishly and his ego just explodes from hearing that, toned arms wrapping around you to pull him down into his crushing embrace. You giggle happily, pleased by his reaction and press loving kisses to his sharp collarbone, hand between bodies coming down to caress along his length lightly. “I’m not afraid to continue, Master.” You express, worried that he might think otherwise. You can’t lose this. “I want you.” You whine, pressing into his bigger form.

Satoru is smirking over your shoulder, hand rubbing along your back. You’re still clothed and finally, he’ll be able to really see everything and burn it into his mind. Fantasies no more when he has the real deal being shaped into craving him and wanting to do everything he says. “You want me. I always knew you did. It was written all over your pretty face. Especially when you’re so scared and desperate, hm? You just want me to take over, so you can be my cute little maid who doesn’t need to think.” Satoru whispers, lips brushing against your ear. His long fingers now coming down to run along the edge of your booty shorts, smiling when you squirm. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks from the white-haired male reading you a bit too well, leaning into his touch.

“Soon, we’ll make love.” He says, eyes focused on your reaction. There it is. He can say the way your eyes cloud over and lips curl into a smile. You’re far too easy to trick and Satoru thinks to himself that if any other person tries, he’ll destroy them. You are his to mess with. “First, though... Let me make you feel good. Get you all relaxed and comfortable.” Satoru purrs against your ear before he lifts himself up to stare down at you, feeling eager like a puppy for a treat. You are his treat. All his for the taking. You give him a questioning look, fully expecting him to just yank your clothes off and shove his length into your virgin hole. That’s what you’ve seen in the media. That’s what your friends tell you when they gossip about their sex lives. Sex is something rushed and mostly for men to feel good.

How wrong you were. You close your eyes tightly, waiting for what you expect to happen, but nothing does. Satoru is gazing down at you and he’s no mind reader but he basically could read you from how you’re behaving. Ha. Every moment just seems to reward him with something. You, the one that he has been craving deeply for a long time, happen to be a virgin and not only that, you’ve clearly been watching the wrong set of media and have the pitiful thoughts that it’s just for a man to fuck a hole. He gets to be the one to teach you that it is so much more than that. You won’t view him the same as other men, but someone above them. He’ll get to trick that pretty little mind of yours that he is one of a kind and to never let go of him. You’ll truly believe that no one else can take care of you and you’ll be happily devoted to him. Call him confident or cocky, Satoru doesn’t care when it’s true. Besides, he really thinks no other man can compare to him.

His bigger form leans down over you, warm breath fanning against your neck before he begins to leave a trail of wet kisses, tongue teasingly dragging along your soft skin and teeth nipping at it as well. You squirm a little, raising to rest a hand against his broad back, feeling the way his muscles move beneath your palm and you sigh out softly, already feeling all tingly. “Don’t you want to fuck me, Master? Why aren’t you?” You question quietly, words trailing off as a needy moan escapes you. He’s sucking harshly on the flesh, making a dark bruise starting to form as he pulls away, looking down at you. He laughs, one hand cupping your chin and long fingers squishing your cheeks together until your already swollen lips pucker up.

“Make love.” He corrects deliberately, though you’re of course utterly oblivious and just look up at him in complete awe. “You don’t need to worry, Y/N. I’ll be making love to you and you’ll be free of all worries, I’m doing all of this for you. Remember?” He waits for you to nod before pecking your lips, teeth latching onto your lower lip to suck on gently before pulling away, saliva connecting your lips with his once more. “I want to take my time. You’re new to all of this and you clearly don’t know what sex is really about, my pretty girl. I’m here to show you.” He says before returning to kiss your neck sweetly, one hand slowly unbuttoning the last few buttons of your work shirt.

You couldn’t stop a smile from appearing on your visage, arms wrapping around his strong body to cling onto as you feel his lips on your neck, whimpering occasionally from feeling the light ache of him sucking harshly until for hickeys to form. You really struck gold and to think that your world was going to crash and end in just a few days. Not only is he saving you by paying bills; but he’s going to make your first time one to remember. Even if it’s been a bit rough with the way he relentlessly fucked your mouth until you were gagging and choking for air, you discover that you… actually enjoyed it. You don’t want to trouble yourself with understanding why and just focus on the moment with Satoru as he gives it all to you.

The white-haired male sits up, long fingers pushing strands out of his crystal blue eyes before he grabs the hem of your shirt and begins to tug up. He didn’t have to ask as you obediently lift your arms up and that just makes his cock throb. Perfect. Satoru smirks behind the shirt that he lifts over your head and you can’t see his face, whining when it gets stuck on your head. “Take it off, I want to see you..” You plead quietly and Satoru laughs, pleased by your words. He’s a sucker for someone needy and dependent on him.

“Who chose this stupid uniform for you to wear—“ He huffs, yanking it off swiftly and you laugh with amusement, shaking your head. “Um, you did?” You tease the male lightly and he rolls his eyes. “Right, dumb choice that was. Personally, I like maid uniforms. They’re a lot cuter.” Satoru tosses the shirt aside, eyes lingering on the gorgeous sight of your breasts being pushed up by the bra. You feel your cheeks becoming hot and look off to the side. Maid dresses? That would be so inappropriate and yet, you don’t care. He’s right. They are cuter. “I think maid dresses are nice... I could wear them instead..” You suggest quietly, too flustered to look at him.

Bingo. Satoru can see the signs of you falling for him when you agree so easily and it makes him grin down towards you, eyes holding warmth. “Conversation for another time, Y/N. Right now, I want to focus on you.” He sighs as he cups your breasts over the bra to give a small squeeze, noticing the way your hardened buds press against the fabric. You whimper behind your hand as his expert hands continue to fondle, giving a harsh squeeze every so often and it feels so good— You even feel your pussy leak further with aroused juices, soaking through your panties and shorts. He cups the back of your neck with one hand to guide you up towards his chest other hand unhooking your undergarment before rather hastily moving you out of it, feeling the straps slide down your arms until you’re on your back again, breasts exposed to the tall male. “Fucking hell..” He mutters under his breath, hands cupping the sides of your boobs, loving the sight of how the squishiness fills the gaps of his fingers and presses your breasts together until he leans down to bury his face, happily nuzzling against the soft mounds.

You bring a hand up to stroke along the back of his head, a mixture of giddiness and embarrassment washing over you from the fact that the man in charge of you is clearly favouring your boobs right now. “Ah, are you a boob man? You must be.” You joke lightly, giggling behind your hand. Satoru snorts, peeking up at you. “I’m a Y/N man.” He answers, not caring if it makes sense. His hands continue to massage, thumb brushing against your sensitive buds and you whine, pulling on his hair until he groans. Your heart easily flutters at his words, keeping your head tilted up to gaze up at the ceiling, feeling a sweet daze coming over you as he gives your chest special attention.

Satoru’s tongue drags flat over your left nipple, swirling it around and flicking the tip against it, all the while his hand continues to pinch and twist the right, coaxing out mewls and moans right from your mouth and it sends excitement straight to his dick that is already starting to harden despite releasing cum so recently. Just the reminder of you swallowing his cum causes him to rut slowly against the king-size mattress. It’s cute, seeing you so reactive from this alone. His piercing gaze never leaves your scrunched-up face, lips puckered around the nipple to suckle on gently, long fingers squeezing the flesh harshly.

You whimper out for him; your Master. You could feel the cool air of the aircon drying the saliva that coats your breasts from him licking around the soft mounds, biting down on the flesh to scatter hickeys across. You’re like his own personal canvas for him to enjoy marking up and truth be told, Satoru is holding back in that department. He may get aroused by your fear but anything too terrifying could have you running. He needs to pull you in slowly until your devotion to him is unable to be tainted. Besides, Satoru also selfishly doesn’t want to expose you to everything that fuels him so you’ll keep coming back with eagerness for this new world.

It’s hard to stay quiet, feeling his tongue dance across each breast and sloppy kisses pressed against them. You quiver with pleasure floating through you whenever he makes contact with your nipples, trying so hard to not cover your face with your hands. Satoru lifts himself up, exhaling out loud and dramatic. “Your tits are the best I’ve played with.” He chuckles, glancing up to see your reaction. He notices your cute pout, prompting him to grin down at you, hand covering your left breast giving a squeeze.

Jealousy bubbles up inside of you and you try to frantically shake it away, thinking to yourself how silly you’re being. It doesn’t matter if you’ve had a big crush on Satoru since the dawn of time. He’d clearly see other women, maybe even men. He’s ridiculously hot and besides, he’s doing you a favour… Even if some little beast inside of you growls to possessively have him; you swat it away, desperate to keep the jealousy hidden. “Hmph, well.. Maybe it just means you need to play with them whenever you want to, Master. I am your maid, after all.” You say with a sweet smile gracing your lips and long lashes fluttering, drawing him in so easily. Satoru’s gaze is hot with passion, swirled with a sense of possessiveness. Truthfully speaking, Satoru hasn’t slept with anyone since the day he met you. He just cut them all off, imagining his hand as your tight cunt instead as he jacks himself off on a daily basis. Usually after bidding you farewell. Obsession at its finest and he knows.

He hums softly, suddenly giving your tit a swift slap to watch it jiggle and you breathe in sharply from the sting of pain that spreads across your breast. You didn’t expect it, though your thighs are now starting to feel sticky from how much your aroused slick just soaked your clothing. Confusion settles over you when you realise you enjoyed it and being the mind reader that Satoru is; slaps the other one, enjoying the numb feeling that spreads across his palm. You let out a whimpering gasp as the burning sensation spreads across, looking up at him in admiration. Your brows furrowed and lips parted, fingers gripping onto sheets. How does he know your body so well? How does he know you so well? You start to wonder… Were you destined to serve him and be blessed with a higher being knowing you to your core? To be able to let go and be taken care of in every way, including your body? You never thought pain could be so sweet and maybe it’s because it’s from Satoru.

The corners of his lips twitch as he watches you intently, endeared by the sight of you potentially coming to terms that you like pain by his hands. A masochist to his sadist self. He could never let go. Still, he keeps it minimal. Giving you only a taste of the world that could open up with him. One hand grips your hip, the other giving a few more fleeting slaps across your breasts, cock swollen just from watching them jiggle and you squirm beneath his grip, biting down on your lip as if that could prevent filthy sounds from escaping. The repeated harsh stings now become numb as he tenderly massages to ease the impact of his palm, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple, whispering. “How’d I know that my innocent maid would be a slut for pain? Might be something I have to warm you up into taking more. You do look cute when you squirm from a mere slap.” The humiliation from his words settles over you, shyly tilting your head away to avoid eye contact.

It’s even more embarrassing because you didn’t know you could be physically more aroused and yet, you feel more of your juices seep out. Your body is clearly eager to take something more. Something a lot bigger. Satoru tsks lightly, a finger pressing against your chin to guide you back into looking at him. It’s only a warning. You watch as his large hands spread across the top of your thighs, nails digging into the warm flesh and pushing your legs open until your covered pussy is on display. “I sure hope it’s me that you’re so drenched for and not for having your bills paid. You wouldn’t be like that, would you? Is it the money that arouses you?” He feigns the insecurity with a sigh and you practically leap at the chance to reassure a man who has nothing but a huge ego and confidence.

“N-No! I mean— I’m thankful, Master. You know I am, but this is so much more! You’re taking care of me and showing me new things... I don’t trust anyone but you. Besides, it’s you that’s—… making me horny, not money.” You mumble out quickly, words slurring together. It’s hard to confess to your superior that you’ve been crushing on him since day one. All thanks to his good looks, kindness and irresistible charm. The fleeting moment of panic causes him to coo softly, pressing tender kisses down along your soft stomach as he bends over you, long fingers hooking beneath the fabric of your shorts and panties. “Of course, sweet girl. You wouldn’t be like that to me. So very horny and all for me. Drenched and I’ve barely touched you.” He teases as he uses his free hand to grip the side of your leg, guiding upwards and your other leg follows. His caress is a form of silence praise before he hastily tugs the clothing along the length of your legs until he’s finally able to toss them aside.

He was a lover of those shorts, really. Thankful to the heat waves for prompting you to ask for permission. Ugh, it was mere hours ago, but he clearly remembers his body being crushed by arousal just from picturing it in his mind. Now he’s eager for the soaked-through summer piece to be gone. Hands come up to cover your face quickly, overcome with a mixture of emotions. No one has ever seen you completely naked. Nor in such a vulnerable position. Satoru’s gaze darkens, though fond, as he witnesses you try to pitifully hide. His hands grip on the inner sides of your legs and gently forces them apart until he can finally see every part of you.

A shaky exhale escapes his parted lips, eyes rather manic and eager as he continues to look. He’s been waiting for so long. Too long, in his opinion. He wishes there was an earlier chance. Your legs drop back down onto the mattress on either side of his bigger physique. Your pussy is on complete display for Satoru. Even when he’s sitting up, he can see your excited juices coating the folds, droplets slowly dropping onto the sheets and the slick smeared across your inner thighs. Ego is through the roof, knowing that this is all because of him. Kissing. Fucking your mouth. Giving your breasts attention. Not much to take you dripping for him. Long fingers push white strands of hair out of his eyes, grinning to himself.

Satoru leans forward to take hold of your wrists, pulling your hands away. “No more hiding, I want you to watch what I do for you. I want you to see how good I’ll make you feel and no one else can do what I can, understood?” He asks, prompting you to frantically nod your head. “I understand.. Master? It’s— It’s going to hurt, right? What if I bleed? I’m a little bit scared, of just— you know..” You stumble over your words, looking off to the side. Satoru couldn’t help but soften. It’s hard not to, even when he’s usually gleeful from witnessing you be nervous. He may be sadistic and a huge manipulator but, he still cares so deeply for you. Feelings just don’t get tossed aside just because he’s getting his dick wet.

“Firstly, baby girl. I’m not doing that just yet.” He laughs lightly, lowering himself down until he’s pressing you into the mattress, forearms on either side of your head to hold himself up. One hand strokes along the top of your head lovingly, smiling down at you. “I promised to take good care of you, didn’t I? So that doesn’t mean selfishly shoving my dick inside of you. Though, the idea is hot.” He pauses, letting you giggle softly in disbelief at his crude words. “It means preparing you and coaxing you into a state of complete bliss. Besides, I’m a lover of eating out.” He purrs lowly, kissing along your jaw lightly, nipping at the flesh. “Also, not every girl bleeds so you might not. You’ve really been so poorly educated and believing misconceptions, but I’m here for you now.”

It’s somewhat embarrassing that you believed things so easily. Truthfully speaking, he’s sadly right. You’ve never been the type to just deeply dive into the world of Sex. You always thought of it as something you’d wait for the right time to properly experience it. You just knew what you’ve heard from gossip and media. Naivety at its finest. Still, you have Satoru now. Teaching you everything right and how sex isn’t just revolving around a male’s pleasure. Satoru is a true man and it feels so right to give him everything, despite the circumstances.

Wait— Eating out? You feel yourself feel hot all over from realising what else he expressed. Is he really going to do that? Fuckboys in your past who have tried to win you over; often said that shit is gross. Yet, Satoru loves to do it? You laugh out shyly, hand caressing along his toned back. “You’re so bold.” You mumble, eyes becoming half-lidded as you focus on the pleasant feeling of the tall male trailing kisses down the length of your body. He takes his sweet time with it. Each kiss is tender and loving. It feels as if he’s trying to reassure you that everything will be okay. Satoru easily shifts his body down with each kiss until he’s laying on his toned stomach, face hovering over the heavenly sight of your dripping cunt.

You feel the warmth of his breath fan across your pussy and it’s like your body acts on its own; pussy clenching around nothing. Is he really about to? Your hand quickly comes down to grip his hair, causing him to grunt in question, looking up at you. Flustered, you squeeze your legs against the sides of his head as if that will stop him. “You’re not really? I might taste bad!” You whisper loudly and frantic, trying to pull him away by the hair. It only fuels his eagerness. Satoru doesn’t even speak, arms just snaking around your quivering thighs to forcefully hold them apart before he leans in and finally, drags the flat of his tongue between your slick folds.

Pleasure jolts through you like electricity from the first touch of your pussy by another, causing you to gasp sharply, fingers through his hair trembling. The corners of his lips curl up, smiling against your pussy before he continues to slowly drag his tongue between your folds, moaning at the sweet taste that fills his mouth. “So fucking sweet..” He mumbles, words muffled as his lips press against your cunt, slurping loudly and devouring you for the first time. His nails dig into your thighs, tongue swirling around your sensitive clit and you couldn’t stop the needy whimpers from escaping.

Everything felt so new. So good. Your hips buck upwards every time there’s pleasure just surging through you, directly from your core. He firmly holds you down against his mattress, refusing to pull away. He doesn’t dare to stop now, after finally capturing what he’s been chasing for years. Satoru kisses your clit before sucking gently, tongue flicking against the nub and you cry out loudly for him. Completely blissed out already, hands desperately gripping his white hair as a way to ground yourself as your head tilts back, chest arching upwards.

Satoru feels as if he’s in heaven with you. Just from the sweet taste that overwhelms his mouth from how much you’re leaking, to your adorable needy sounds. The painful tug on his hair only drives him further, pressing his mouth firmly against your cunt as he makes out with it, lips moving hungrily as his tongue continues to tease the clit or drag along your folds. It’s as if he’s scared that your excited slick will go to waste. He couldn’t let that happen. Selfishly, every drop is for him and him alone. He unwraps one of his arms from around your thigh to bring towards your womanhood. Two long fingers part your folds and he curses from seeing the strings of your excitement, tongue dragging between to break them.

You whimper, toes curling as a way to try and not be overwhelmed by the pleasure. Impossible not to be. You could hear the loud sounds of him slurping up your mess as he eats you out with so much desperation, gasping loudly when his thumb pressed against your clit to rub gently in a circular motion. “Fuck, I’m so obsessed with your pretty pussy. Taste so sweet, baby. Want to devour you always.” Satoru groans breathlessly, feeling intoxicated from your taste alone, watching with great fascination as your slick coats his fingers. It only leaves him wondering what it’d be like to be inside of you, buried in deep to the hilt.

“Master, ah—! Why does it feel so goo’…” You slur out happily, body so much more relaxed compared to just moments ago. Your eyes roll as he continues to rub his thumb against your clit, pressing sloppy kisses down along your folds until his tongue meets your entrance. He teasingly continues to drag his tongue around it and you couldn’t stop from doing tiny kicks of frustration against the mattress, wanting more. He laughs mockingly at your eagerness. “Look at you now, all you want is me, isn’t that right? Can’t live without my touch.” His words are muffled, squirming from the feeling of his lips moving against your cunt as he talks. You pant softly, tongue lolled out and eyes unable to focus on anything.

Satoru is right. He’s always right. Of course, it’d only take one touch; one caress and even a simple kiss to drag you into his depths, tangled and completely devoted to him. His talented mouth washing away all your worries you have of losing your virginity. Bills be damned. He takes care of you so well. The only one who takes care of you. Satoru is the one you wish to worship like your own God. He presses sloppy kisses to your clit, one finger caressing your hole before slowly pushing in— And fuck, he could feel your velvety walls stretch around the new invasion but wrapping so snug and tight. He wishes it was his cock already.

Your brows furrow, lips parting slightly as you feel his long finger sliding in so easily, thanks to your slick and relaxed body. It’s a new feeling. It’s not too painful, easing your worries further. Satoru didn’t wait to start moving his single digit, sliding it in and out of your warm tightness slowly, voice low and soft. “You’re doing so well with everything, Y/N. Such a good girl, not scared of anything. You trust me that much and I’m thankful, will only reward you with pleasure.” Satoru continues to take his time with pumping his finger, forehead resting against your quivering thigh for a moment as he fixates on the sweet feeling of your walls squeezing around. It takes everything within him to not pin you down and just have his way. It’s not just about him and never will be, even if he enticed you this far.

With a glance up towards your face and noticing how buzzed out you appear to be from the pleasure, Satoru slides his finger out, now pressing two of his fingers against your tight entrance. His tongue swirls against your throbbing clit as a distraction, sliding both of his fingers slowly, feeling your walls stretch even further. You whine from feeling your pussy stretch around his fingers, head tilting to the side to nuzzle against the pillow that smells of him, closing your eyes. There may have been a further stretch but everything still feels so fucking good as he pumps the two digits at a slow pace, sucking gently on your clit to further the pleasure.

You look so perfect in his eyes. Satoru is thankful to both destiny and himself, to be able to get you to this position and able to open your eyes to the world of pleasure. The world of sex. He angles his fingers as he picks up the pace of fingering you, desiring to find a certain spot. It didn’t take long at all, he realises. You cry out in surprise from feeling a more intense jolt of pleasure pierce through your body from your core, fisting the sheets and your hips start to roll, grinding down against his fingers. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Satoru curses repeatedly from witnessing the slutty sight of you now starting to fuck down against his long fingers. The very same fingers that rub against your sweet spot, causing moans to fall from your swollen lips, eyes clouded with new-found lust and your slick pooling out practically from how excited you are.

The lower half of his face is smeared with the same mess, pressing a final kiss to your clit before he moves himself up so he could hover above you properly, caging you in once more. The squelching sound of his fingers slowly fucking into you doesn’t embarrass you anymore and he only finds it to be hotter. You snake your arms around his neck to cling onto him, lips dragging along his broad shoulder. “So fucking pretty and all mine..” He breathes out, slowly inserting a third finger to properly stretch you out for him.

Your face scrunches up from feeling the subtle pain of your walls stretching out around the three long digits. He hushes you gently, lips to your temple and you could hear him mutter praise. It leaves your heart thumping fast with joy that the praise is for you and not some other girl. It’s all you. You feel his three digits drag along your velvety walls covered in your juices, the subtle pain slowly subsiding and turning into pleasure. It feels so good, the way they slide in and out. To be able to reach deeply but, it makes you wonder how deep his cock could go. You whimper, tightening your hold as you look up at him in complete admiration.

He cares for you so much. It’s that thought; the one repeating in your mind like a mantra that makes you realise. You’re ready and you want it now. You want him to finally take what you’ve been slowly craving to give him. You squeeze your thighs around his wrist, stopping his fingers that are buried inside of you. Satoru looks towards you, his free hand stroking along your hair lightly. He grins a little, unable to stop himself. “Ready, are you?” Finally. Satoru pulls away, fingers sliding out of your core, inspecting them. Strings of slickness connect his long fingers together and not wanting to waste a drop, slowly drags his tongue along his fingers to lick off your juices with a hum. Feeling flustered, you look away from the hot sight. He chuckles lowly and shifts himself until his cock is positioned near your womanhood but not quite. He’s pretending to reach towards his drawer. “Condom, I suppose.” He says and your hand whips out to grip onto his wrist, looking up at him. Satoru had a feeling that you’d stop him. Call him crazy, but he knows you pretty well. He feigns surprise, eyebrow raising.

“You don’t want me to use a condom?”

“Nn… No, I want to feel you properly.”

“Ah, is it because I’ve slept with others and used condoms?” Satoru teases and you huff, squeezing his wrist. Perhaps he’s sort of right. It seems your own selfishness is growing along the side of his and now that you’re in this position, about to give something special; you want to be the special one in his eyes. The chosen one. He laughs lightly, almost mocking, but really he’s endeared and quite pleased. This is what he wanted. “No condom when it comes to my sweet maid.” Satoru agrees before moving back, condoms lying forgotten at the back of his drawer.

One hand grips your hip to keep you in place as he positions his thick, pulsating cock against your pussy. He slowly grinds, watching in complete awe as his length slides between your folds, coating in your juices. You whine, sensitive whenever you feel him grind against your clit. One hand holds his cock by the base and he slaps his cock against your pussy with a happy sigh, head tilting back. ‘Fucking finally’, he thinks. Quietly, Satoru positions himself until his tip is pressing against your entrance.

Nerves flare up when you realise what’s about to happen and even though you deeply want him, you couldn’t help but wonder about the pain. He’s a lot bigger than three of his fingers. Noticing your nerves, Satoru reaches for your hand with his free one, lacing his fingers with yours and giving a squeeze. “The pain will go away quickly, baby. Do you trust me? You know I wouldn’t do anything bad. This is all for you… Everything is for you.” He says softly, the comforting words washing over you. You nod his head and smile gently, holding onto his hand. “I trust you, Master… I’m ready.”

With that, Satoru presses the tip of his leaking cock against your hole, brows furrowing as he realises truly how tight you are. It takes a little bit of force but he manages to nudge his tip inside of you and slowly begins to push his cock inside of you. You strangle out a cry, eyes widening as you look up at him in a mixture of emotions. Disbelief from how huge he is. The giddiness that you are finally giving him what he deserves to have. Pain from the wide stretch as your own cunt has to adjust to the new size. Tears glue to your long lashes, panting heavily to try and calm yourself down as your walls forcefully stretch around the new invasion. Something so much bigger than anything else before.

He’s squeezing your hand, groaning from feeling your velvety slick walls squeezing around his throbbing cock. It’s only a few inches but he pauses to allow you to adjust. Even though his body wants to act on its own and start jackhammering your tight pussy with his huge cock. You’re silently thankful that he’s pausing, nails digging into his hand as you close your eyes tightly. The tender strokes of his other hand aid you in relaxing. “My pretty girl... Sweet Y/N. It will be okay soon, I promise.” He reassures softly.

You eventually nod your head, a bit dazed by everything. With the sign to continue, Satoru pushes his hips forward. He slowly slides his length inside your core until he’s completely buried deep inside of you, every inch of him finally covered with the wet warmth of your heavenly walls. His muscles tense, head tilting back as he pants deeply from the sensation he feels, You choke on a moan of his name when he’s pushed deep inside of you and it hurts so badly to be stretched out to where you’ve never been stretched out before.

Satoru pushes through his selfish needs to lean down and embrace you, pressing loving kisses across your face, gently hushing you. “I know, I know... It will feel good soon, I promise. Baby girl, believe your Master. You trust him, don’t you? It will feel so good for you.” He whispers, keeping his throbbing cock still inside of you so your now non-virgin pussy could get used to the feeling. Thankfully, it’s not as bad as it could have been. You know that now. He did take care of you to feel good. To get that glimpse of pleasure and truth to be told, beyond the stretch? You love the feeling of being stuffed full of his beautiful cock. It makes you feel complete.

His large hands caress along your sides, lips brushing across your hot skin as he continues to help you ease into relaxing, forcing himself to ignore the way your walls keep clenching around his cock, wrapped around him so perfectly. You’re too out of it to be aware of time, but soon enough you start to move a little. It’s a signal for him to continue and that you’re ready for more. The white-haired male keeps his bigger body pressed against you, embracing you as he starts to move his hips, slowly fucking into you.

You whimper from feeling his hard length slowly slide within you. He doesn’t pull out of you entirely, thinking you’re not ready for it. Just keeping everything gentle and taking his time. Even though his hips stutter, eyes rolling at the pleasurable feeling that washes over him from your slick walls rubbing along his length. It hurts at first and you have to contain yourself through clenched teeth and nails digging into his hot flesh. You believe him that it will start to feel good and—

Oh… The pain is finally subsiding, being replaced with that pleasure that you’ve been hoping for. It’s subtle at first, leaving you all pleasant and tingly as you cling to him. You squeeze around his cock, moving your arms to wrap around his neck. He tilts his head to look at you, eyes swirling with lust mixed with something deeper that you don’t know. Satoru smiles down at you, leaning down to press his lips against yours to form a kiss as he picks up the pace of his cock thrusting into you. He’s right and always has been about everything. Foolish of you to have been nervous. The pleasure leaves tingles across your body as you feel his cock sliding in and out with ease from your aroused juices. He starts to move more, grinding down deep against you, hands cupping your sides to hold you. You moan happily into the kiss, fingers tangling into his hair to pull on. The ache that he feels only encourages him to move fast and deep. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So fucking good for me.” He moans against your lips before pulling away to look at your fucked out expression. Eyebrows knitted together to form a frown, lips open wide and eyes watery from tears that threaten to spill.

Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. Satoru’s nails drag along your sides and you squirm, enjoying the light burn you feel from the nails scraping your skin. You spread your legs wider like you’re some eager slut for him to see everything and he loves it. He lifts his body off of you to finally witness the sight of his thick, long cock sliding in and out of you with ease. Your velvety walls continue to wrap snug and tight around his length whenever he pushes in, dragging along his cock when he slides out as if your needy cunt is desperate to keep him deep inside of you. It feels so fucking good to be filled by him.

It truly is a beautiful sight to see his cock appear and disappear before his eyes, loving the pleasure that surges through him from his cock whenever he’s buried deep to the hilt. “You’re all mine, fuck. Can’t believe it’s taken this long. Pretty pussy clenching around me. Never had something so big in your life, huh? Look at it making you bulge.” The filthy words continue to fall from his lips between grunts as his hips snap forward, thrusting into your pussy hard. His hand presses against your lower stomach to feel his thickness fucking into you. There’s no pain anymore, minus the burn of his scratches and sting when his balls slap against your ass as he pounds into your wet heat relentlessly.

All you can see are stars as ecstasy just washes over you in crashing waves. One hand helplessly gripping onto him and you could feel your breasts bounce with each hard impact. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mixing with the lewd sounds of your needy, high-pitched moans and his groans. You look at him in absolute awe, tears threatening to spill. He notices your expression mid-fuck and it only drives him further, each deep thrust of his throbbing cock becoming rough. “Fuck, god—” He curses and you cry out, latching desperately onto his words.

“Y-You’re my God!” You stutter out quickly, heart hammering from your confession. You couldn’t be in denial any more. He truly is your saviour, after all. Bills aside, he’s making love to you in the best way possible. A God does everything for their believers. He does everything for you. He took you in and eased your troubles. He’s giving you pure ecstasy in the form of his cock. Satoru has saved you. Satoru’s heart leaps from your words, driving to the point of insanity as he gazes down at you with pure satisfaction. You’re giddy from seeing how pleased he is, clinging hopelessly to the taller male.

“My perfect girl.” He huffs out, pulling his throbbing length out until only his tip is inside. Satoru didn’t even wait until he slammed himself in, feeling your slick walls gripping onto his cock, prompting you to scream out for him, tears spilling down your cheeks. To have you worshipping him and crying out in pleasure become his reality; leaves him feeling so happy. Happiness wrapped in his own ecstasy. You’re so happy as he continues to relentlessly fuck into you, feeling so empty whenever his cock slides out, only to pleasantly surprise you by filling your core to the brim again. It feels so fucking good. You swear you’ve never felt anything like this before.

Addiction for not only his cock but, the male in general begins to grow. Your fists grip the crinkled sheets to stabilise yourself as each rough thrust, though it seems to do nothing. His strength behind his thrusts is more than enough to cause your body to jerk upwards, moving against the mattress. As you continue to squeeze so sweetly around his pounding cock, Satoru pants heavily, completely tangled up in the pleasure that continues to surge through him, even causing his toes to curl. One hand fiercely grips your hip still, the other coming down to rub your clit. You strangled out his name, too blissed out to be embarrassed by anything. Not even how heavy you seem to cry from the pure euphoria that drowns you.

Satoru burns the image of you sobbing into his mind, wanting to forever remember the way your face scrunches up or how your eyes roll from the complete bliss and cheeks stained with tears. His thumb continues to rub in a circular motion, panting heavily and head tilting back, unable to contain himself like he could with other girls. No, you bring out the beast that resides within him. Relentless with his fucking and possessive growls parting from his lips. “All fucking mine, got it? No one else can have you. I’ll break them. This pussy belongs to me. You belong to me.” The white-haired male groans out, muscles tensing.

You’re barely able to process the hot words, only knowing it fuels your desire and happiness to be owned by the male. Your beloved God. Master to serve, always. Your stomach begins to feel tight, clit throbbing and with no true experience of an orgasm; even you know what rapidly approaches you as he fucks into your cunt. You squeeze around his length, whimpering loudly. Satoru can just tell when he looks down at you. Maybe from looking so fucked out by him and it makes his ego rise, but he’s eager to give you what you deserve for being so cute and obedient.

“Let it go, baby girl. Fall into it.” He whispers and you manage to tug him down so you’re clinging, trembling legs wrapping loosely around his waist for support. He presses a tender kiss to your temple, panting heavily and with his cock sliding out to the tip, he slams back into your warm hole and everything just seems to explode for you. Pleasure surges through your trembling body, leaving you gasping sharply and babbling out moans, unable to truly comprehend the ecstasy that you feel as you come around his cock. Your walls flutter, clenching repeatedly around his cock that starts to sloppily fuck into you. Your eyes are rolling, desperately gripping onto the taller male as your body continues to tense up before relaxing through a tremble. the intense orgasm easily overwhelming you.

Satoru hips stutter, driving himself further to his own orgasm as he feels your slick walls dragging along his thrusting length, pulsating around his thickness. His forearms pressed against either side of your head, panting heavily. “Fuck, good girl—” He praises you for climaxing, hearing the obnoxious squelching sound lacing with the slaps of his balls against your ass. With one look at you, Satoru slides out before sheathing his cock deep inside of you for the final time. His own waves of complete euphoria crash down on him and he moans out sweetly for you, forehead resting against yours as ribbons of white sticky cum start to fill you up. You feel so fucking full, stuffed with his throbbing length and his cum that continues to just pump inside of you, leaving you breathless and your head positively spinning.

Muscles like jelly, Satoru collapses onto you, trapping you down against the mattress and smothering you with his warmth, body light with sweat. Your breasts squish against his chest and fuck, even that makes him happy. He’s panting heavily, head resting next to yours and staying buried inside of you, not wanting to pull out. You still feel the bliss from your first proper orgasm, hand coming up to stroke along his toned back, letting yourself stay in the pleasant daze. He smiles softly, endeared by not only your gentle touch but the expression you wear. He leans in to scatter light kisses against your neck, hand coming up to tenderly cup your cheek. When he does manage to lift himself up, Satoru gazes at you with something you couldn’t quite figure out. It did make you feel all warm and happy though.

His thumb brushes tears away, kissing your forehead before he finally decides to slide out of your tight heat. You pout at the loss, feeling your hole clench now around nothing. His sticky cum already starting to seep out and smear across your thighs when you clench them together, wanting to stay full of his seed. He slumps onto his side, draping his arm across your body to pull you in. He actually got what he wanted and not only that, you’ve been shaped into someone who craves to worship him. That and, you felt good from him fucking your cunt. All wins in his book.

You shyly look towards him, rolling over to face him properly. A mixture of emotions begins to overwhelm you. You feel gratitude that he did this for you but, sadness seems to be stronger now. He only did this— He only made love with you because there was nothing else you could do in return for bills to be paid. What if you want more of him? Your bottom lip trembles and bring a hand up to wipe at your eyes. “Thank you, Master… For doing this. I know it— must be hard 'cause there was nothing else and I really appreciate that you’ll pay my bills so I won’t be homeless… And I’m even more thankful that you made my first time feel good.” Your voice is breathless, clearly, your throat is tired from all of the crying out for him.

His lips curl up into a knowing smirk, noticing the fear start to appear in your face once more. You want to rely on him. He leans up on his elbow, hand cupping the side of his face and he sighs, a little dramatically. “Yes, well. I’m always happy to help my sweet girl out. Don’t feel too guilty, you made me feel good. I really enjoyed myself, Y/N.” He says, free hand coming up to brush hair out of your eyes. He pretends to think deeply and you notice the frown appearing, eyes widening. “What? What is it? I’ll— I’ll do more if I have to? I want to. I don’t feel guilty, I really liked it.” You ramble out nervously, hand pressing against his toned chest. Deep down, you know it’s just you craving to touch him again. Satoru shakes his head, ignoring the way white strands of hair stick to his temples from sweat. His hand comes up to cup over yours, giving a loving squeeze.

“No, I just have an idea… Do you always want to worry about bills, Y/N? You’re always so stressed, I see it on your face all the time when you come to work. It concerns me. Every single day, your mind seems to be filled with your worries. Bills. Appointments. The potential threat of being homeless. Not being able to eat or time to wash clothes..” He trails off and you feel embarrassed that he seems to read your mind. It’s one of the main reasons you asked to wear shorts. Yet, why do you feel yourself starting to fill up with hope? What is this idea? “What is it, Master?” You whisper, leaning into him and eyes just showing are willing you are to be completely devoted to him. It’s a miracle his cock doesn’t start to harden for the third time. That would be pleasantly painful for him.

Quietly, Satoru laces his fingers with yours and brings them up to his lips, kissing your knuckles as his crystal blue eyes never leave yours. “Instead of being filled with worry, why don’t you live with your Master? Your God.” He emphasises, leaning in so his lips hover over yours. “I’ll take good care of you and not a single thing in that cute brain of yours will have to stress you out anymore. Just live day by day, happily by my side. Do whatever you want in your new home. You can continue to serve me, which I know you enjoy doing… In multiple ways, it seems.” He chuckles at his own implication and your heart starts to race.

Just the mere idea of living with him leaves you feeling ecstatic. It’s something you always wanted, really. You hated being so far away from him in the first place. You’d often think what if he needed you during the night? He cherishes you so much. Satoru has never been too strict with you. Always praising and spoiling you in his own ways. Wouldn’t that only grow if you lived with him? It excites you. Just the thought of always being around him. To be able to welcome him home from work properly. Besides, after making love with him… How could you not already crave more? Satoru waits patiently for your answer, pressing a tender kiss to the crook of your jaw. He already knows what you’ll say. He’s confident in that. Again, he selfishly thinks how you are meant for him, and he’s meant for you. You squeal softly, launching yourself at him and he manages to take hold of you, rolling together until he’s on his back and you’re on top of him, looking ever so pretty in his eyes; even with dried tears on your cute face and sweat coating your body.

“I want to live with you, Master.” You whisper, tears of happiness in your eyes. No more worries. Only comfort, peace, happiness and pleasure. Of course, the pleasure. Satoru smiles up at you, pleased with the success of his manipulation. All his for good. He remembers something. “Yeah? In that case, will you also wear cute maid outfits while you work?” He teases lightly, knowing you wouldn’t deny it. You nod eagerly, not bothered by how inappropriate that would be. You’re living with him as his ‘sweet maid’. Besides, maid outfits are cute; thoughts copying his from moments ago.

“Good girl. Now c’mere and give me a kiss.”

You oblige happily.

[sleeplesssmoll]

Fic idea: Vertin & Sonetto's internal conflicts create tension in their relationship.

I usually talk about their influence on each other but this is more about how their environments effected their internal thoughts, which therefore manifests outwardly in their dynamic with one another. Note: this is after their relationship is well-established. I need to get this fic idea off my chest so I can focus on my studies.

Sonetto

She's used to being a "martyr" where she works hard and expects nothing in return. Sometimes, this results in guilt when Vertin gives her "too much". While she's comfortable asking for little affections like a kisses and such, she isn't sure how to respond to grandiose gestures.

She is an absolute puppy BUT there comes a point where the Foundation's teachings make her feel worried and embarrassed. She has these big, strong emotions and the Foundation always told her they were dangerous. She starts making "rules" to keep herself in check. She doesn't want to get carried away by her emotions out of fear she might do something she'll regret. This results in her holding back instead of smothering Vertin with her usual puppy behavior. She tries to to use work and professionalism as an excuse, and while those are important to her, the hard truth is...she's afraid. She's afraid to be the emotional and impulsive arcanist that the Foundation demonized. She also experiences emotions she considers "ugly" like jealousy, possessiveness, and lust. She's changing and she isn't sure if she likes the person she's becoming, or worse, if this is her "true self" emerging.

Shame. She has a lot of it because she's very curious but her "prurient" thoughts make her feel like she's "wicked" or shameful. She does her best to keep it a secret from Vertin. Another issue she has is how and why Vertin knows things. Things she had to research. She doesn't want to think about Vertin's possible past relationships, but she can't help it.

When she's confused or doesn't know what to do, she falls back on the teachings she was raised with. She finds guidance and comfort in the lessons drilled into her head. It's familiar, where as these big emotions are not. The Foundation is still an important part of her life.

Sonetto fails to see how much she does for the Suitcase. She helps with paperwork, sorts through missions, and volunteers to do chores to keep the Suitcase running smoothly.

Sonetto tries to create "balance" and distance in their relationship even though she wants to get lost in Vertin too. She can't resist Vertin because in her heart she doesn't want to. She's still affectionate of course, but she's set up specific times for when she's allowed to be.

Once the body is trained, the mind will follow. This is the mantra the Foundation taught her to use to instill discipline in herself and overcome her arcanist blood. At least, that's what she hopes. So far it's backfiring and she wants more from Vertin instead of what she (really the Foundation) deemed "appropriate" .

Vertin

Sometimes when Vertin looks at Sonetto, she sees everything she has left to lose. This is one of the reasons she likes doing grandiose things for her. She also appreciates Sonetto's efforts in the Suitcase and her devotion. Vertin doesn't see her once in a while gestures on the same level as Sonetto's daily dedication and care.

She blames the Foundation for Sonetto's mindset. She appears neutral on the outside, but she's bitter that she can't be the true safe space Sonetto needs. She hates the Foundation, but she also needs their support in order to reach her true goals and stop the Storm. Sometimes she wonders about the day the Storm is finally stopped. She'll lose her purpose in the Foundation. Will Sonetto follow her if she leaves? If they kick her onto the street? The Foundation's presence looms over their relationship constantly. If the Storm doesn't take Sonetto away, the Foundation still might.

I may lose some people here, but hear me out. Vertin is very direct and open with affection in the late stages of their relationship. At first she was reserved, but as said before, she could lose Sonetto like she's lost others. Since she embraced her feelings for Sonetto, she'll never miss a chance to kiss her and hug her. She'll randomly say "I love you" just in case there's a chance she doesn't get to later. That being said, she HATES the new rules and distance Sonetto tries to create, especially because she senses bullshit. She doesn't understand why they can't be happy. Why is it wrong to be passionate? Why can't they be in love and get lost in one another? Why is there always another obstacle? Since she and Sonetto grew closer, she's been more expressive, dare say, vulnerable, with her feelings. She openly expresses her disdain for the rules. However, it's also hard for her to talk about her fear of losing Sonetto and the trauma. Also, she doesn't think it's a big deal so it's not worth mentioning. It's not Sonetto's problem, or at least so she thinks.

We know Vertin is a tactile person, but I'll take this one step further. Vertin hears people that no longer exist. She sees them in shadows. They haunt her dreams. But Sonetto is real. She's warm, soft, and very much alive. Vertin needs to touch her. It's stupid (according to her) but having her clingy puppy suddenly withdraw from her hurt a lot. She doesn't know how to put it into words without sounding pathetic but there's a comfort in physical touch. She's had no idea she could long for skinship like this until it was abruptly taken away.

Aside from the Storm, Vertin has other things she doesn't like to address. For example, lots of people grab her by the wrist and drag her around: the crew, the kids, even Sonetto. There's no malice, only excitement or urgency. Vertin reminds herself everytime. However, it triggers a sense of "restraint" in her. Vertin remembers the instructors hauling her to the guardhouse by her wrist. She remembers bullies holding her down because they couldn't win in a fair fight. She remembers being "assissted" into Artificial Somnambulism and having her legs broken afterwards. She remembers being trapped in Druvis’s cage with Schneider. Everytime she's been held down, bad things follow. But she knows her friends and allies don't mean her harm. It's her fault for being like this, so she tells herself to get over it. She doesn't. No matter how many times it happens, she still has that same reaction. She's good at hiding it though so no one notices. There are other small things about herself that she neglects. By the way, holding her hand is different. It makes her think of people like her friends who placed their hand over her's on the doorknob during the breakaway event. She thinks of Tooth Fairy, Madam Z, and their gentle grasps. She associates hand holding with love, instead of it triggering her flight it fight.

Vertin likes to blame herself for issues that may not be her fault either. She assumes she did something to make Sonetto upset, which is the real reason she's putting space between them. Eventually, she does try to behave, not because she agrees but because she wants to make Sonetto happy. She also feels guilty because she thinks about their childhood days where her pushy ways annoyed Sonetto. She mistakenly assumes she must have done something similar again. Vertin has a habit of trying to tempt Sonetto with a good time. A sneaky kiss, hugging her from behind while she works. Things like that to try and coax her puppy in for a cuddle, professionalism be damned. It's similar to how she used to try and lure Sonetto outside with frogs and pebbles when they were kids.

Despite these hardships and misunderstandings, there's never a point where one think the other is falling out of love. Their is a deep sense of loyalty and care for each other but once again they're missing the mark.

It's their childhood all over again!

[nortsauce]

I’m gonna ask a bunch of narumistu shippers this but how do you think Iris would react seeing that happen? Also how would your dream Narumitsu wedding play out, and would pearl be invited? I just have so many questions! I also love your art!❤️❤️❤️

HELLO!!! First of all THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT you make me blush 💝

Now onto the questions. Y’all know i love to talk and answer these types of questions.

1) Iris.

I love iris and I believe that she truly wants to see Phoenix happy, and Phoenix views her as someone important to his life.

Phoenix was willing to swallow glass for her (and dahlia) and it’s hard to find someone that devoted to you. But i think they both realized that their time has passed.

Iris still holds her late sister in high regards despite everything she’s done, and Phoenix has grown up since college and become a more honest person. They both know that it wouldn’t work. Their directions in life have changed and Iris needs to do whats good for her and take some time to heal, and Phoenix needs to do what’s best for him and distance himself from the necklace incident as much as possible. But you know that will be harder to do and they still visit eachother as friends. Perhaps locked in a “in another life, perhaps”

I think Iris would be happy for Phoenix, and possibly even find a friend in Miles considering they have similar feelings of guilt. Maybe they accidentally run into eachother at group therapy and share stories!!!

NOW. ONTO THE WEDDING.

I truly and deeply believe in my heart that their wedding goes TERRIBLY.

First off, the proposal happens and Phoenix wants to propose but he keeps losing the ring due to hijinx and murder. He fears that miles is gonna get to it first, or possibly not even want to marry in the first place, but what he DOESN’T KNOW is that Miles has been TRYING to propose for SO LONG but hijinx keep interrupting him and he loses his nerve.

When they finally propose, it goes as swimmingly as you expect. Literally. They propose at the same time just exasperatedly finally and they drop their rings into a lake, only for our national hero LARRY BUTZ to jump out of the bushes where he was filming and grab both of the rings in mid air as he falls into the lake splashing them all with water.

Onto the wedding. Maya, Pearls, Franziska and Trucy create the worst team of wedding planners known to man. They all have different things set in mind. Where Maya wants to wing it, Franziska plans to perfection. Where Trucy wants to put a gag, Pearl insists on pure romance. Things get heated and it falls apart when they all separate to plan different parts of the wedding and it looks AWFUL. It ends with the venue being set on fire. The dream team then panic and have a breakdown, only for them to say “We’ve been doing this wrong. What would they want?”

They set up a beautiful venue outside, big enough to fit all of their found family. Its either near the courthouse or the gate-water hotel something sentimental and it’s almost perfect 💝

Now the ceremony goes, oh you guessed it: TERRIBLY.

Miles has worked himself into a state of pure anxiety and Phoenix has disassociated. They both can’t believe that this is actually happening. Larry is Phoenix’s best man and Gumshoe is Miles’s.

oh yeah and Kay is was Mile’s bridesmaid and Maya was Phoenix’s because they had both a best man and a bridesmaid.

I’d imagine Larry and Gumshoe go through the same exact thing that Max and Pascal went through from that one Tangled short where Eugene and Rapunzel are getting married but i can’t describe that here without just explaining the whole short so just go watch it here and imagine Gumshoe and Larry.

Anyways, the reception goes on even after “the ring fiasco 2, electric boogaloo” and then the power goes out before the ceremony completes. Screams are heard and the lights come on, and the Vicar is lying dead on the ground.

IT’S TIME FOR AN INVESTIGATION where EVERYTHING GOES AWRY. But luckily they got the best Legal and Detective minds this side of Japanifornia! So Apollo Trucy and Athena immediately hop into action. Miles and Phoenix are discussing what they saw in handcuffs, Maya and Pearl are attempting to channel anyone they can but nothing is working(?) Franziska is attempting to keep everyone in order so she can investigate and question, Gumshoe has the police force looking into it, Klavier and Blackquill are taking statements in a church confessional, Ema is taking samples, and all around it is a DISASTER: BUT

They realize after this fact that they have NEVER solved a case this fast ever.

(Turns out the Vicar had mafia connections and ex members of the clergy were planning to turn the church into a gang front but the priest wouldn't let them but took them in as his children regardless and a rival gang was involved it was a whole thing thats a story for another ask though.)

Anyways the whole thing had them thinking about all working together more often than not, and not only was a marriage planned, but more unions were planned and they had gathered new recruits to help change the law system of their country.

and then Phoenix and Miles kissed and they lived happily ever after.

All in all a disaster but it wouldn’t have gone any other way (:

[cabeswaterdrowned]

I had a lot I mean A LOT to say about the Blue and Adam ninos fight (and what I’ve written here does not even cover all my thoughts) so be forewarned:

“But I saw you guys trying to hide it. The crazy thing is — like, I’m right here. I’m with you guys every day. Do you think I didn’t see it? He’s my best friend. You think I don’t know him?” “Then why aren’t you having this conversation with him? He’s half of this, you know.”

Have spoken about this before but really I think Adam’s approaching Blue and only Blue about it comes from several different factors. I think one is that they got into a mild conflict in the last book when she and Noah went with him to help with Cabeswater and they were able to resolve it pretty easily and the world did not end, so maybe part of it is that has made Adam a bit more at ease with fighting with Blue being part of their dynamic, but doesn’t feel he has gotten there with Gansey yet. Then certainly Gansey’s looming death is a factor, their fights tend to be so explosive and to have one when he knows there’s a good chance he’ll lose Gansey is too big of a risk for Adam to take, and then combine that with his fear that he will kill Gansey or that any negative emotion he feels towards Gansey can become detrimentally hurtful and of course he wants to avoid that confrontation at all costs, meanwhile Blue is not destined to die and while he has some degree of fear of his anger/negative emotions in every relationship he doesn’t feel that with her in the specific heightened way he does with Gansey so he has freedom to have the fight with her as a stand in for both of them, even though that’s unfair to her as she correctly points out. Then there’s his revelation about Blue’s curse applying to Gansey. I’ve been attempting to track the dynamic of when/how Adam perceives Bluesey and I really think he is at least subconsciously/partially aware of it since late TRB but kind of is partly in denial about it or partly cautious about whether or not he’s wrong for a while, and kind of sets up some tests or opportunities for them (mostly for Gansey, specifically thinking of him asking Gansey to talk to Blue about why she won’t kiss him in tdt then being in a position to observe them together + the beginning of BLLB where he casually suggests to Gansey to take Blue to the next Gansey family function, there’s another instance in BLLB I think that I’m forgetting specifically) to prove this to him + tell him about it, and then when he asks Persephone how he can keep from killing Gansey and she replies with “why do you think your the one who kills him?” or something along those lines it fully clicks / he fully knows about them and the curse falls into place. So that was like a week ago (which by the way this book only being a week after BLLB is crazy pacing wise I have a lot of issues with it that’s for another post), and it’s still fresh. So this all has him connecting the guilt and self loathing and fear he’s been harboring for months about the possibility of killing Gansey, something that has fueled many of his actions (although like. really it’s what the vision represents that fuels all this not the vision itself which is a manifestation of those fears so you could get really theoretical debating that but putting a pin in that for a separate post also) and choices related to Gansey since the vision, to a tangible person who is destined to do what he fears, so he’s seeing what he fears in himself that potential to kill or hurt Gansey and also loving Gansey the two are linked, reflected in Blue who also is in love with Gansey and fears killing/hurting him since she knows it’s likely. So imo he’s projecting a lot of those pent up feelings he has about himself towards Blue. 

-And then specifically him taking her to task for being irresponsible enough to go on the date with Gansey and accusing her of being selfish and not caring about him enough if she’d put him in harms way like this… many things to unpack there first of all Blue would be well within her rights to slap him for that it’s really such an impressive display in self control that she does not, especially after their why-won’t-you-kiss-me conflict and how it played out. Secondly, it feels so true to Adam’s understanding of his own loving and fearing that he will hurt/kill Gansey dilemma, to him the answer is to compartmentalize the love and the hurt in the relationship and be super careful and avoidant to ensure he can’t accidentally hurt Gansey even if it makes him feel lonely and terrible and that when he’s hurt by something Gansey says or does he needs to bottle it up forever because the alternative is to be a monster, and seeing himself as fundamentally not worthy of Gansey, so Blue not treating her relationship with Gansey the way he does throws those compartmentalizations out of order and he sees it as a *wrong* way to feel / act on love for Gansey.

Also it’s sooo funny how he’s like. “Have you considered all the ways you two could potentially kiss in different places in different situations I can’t believe you two have left it to Me to do the math and imagine every possible scenario that could lead to you falling on Gansey’s lips and kissing him, I am of course only doing this on my own time because I am a good friend and a scientist therefore I need imagine Blue and Gansey making out, I must fall on this sword myself. Blue is nicer than me I would have forced him to explain in detail exactly what he meant by that

[fizzyorange-v2]

any thoughts on pd ep 33, comprehensible or not?

‼️ MAJOR SPOILER AHEAD FOR EPISODES 30-33 OF JRWI PRIME DEFENDERS ‼️

also sorry anon this got way out of hand

Oh man where would i even START. I think what’s really getting me is the heartbreak. What’s still haunting me is that very last line William says, “I really wanted to have a brother.” Like fuck. FUCK!! Fuck Charlie Slimecicle for always giving his characters the most excruciating of sibling relationships and fuck Bizly for playing David so goddamn well.

William got himself into this mess by following his brain, by thinking that the logical thing to do to save the most people and make sure everyone got out of this alive was to just let David take his samples and make sure no one else got hurt in the process. But it’s so clear in episode 33 that despite his better judgement, despite knowing LOGICALLY he shouldn’t trust David, shouldn’t believe him… he does. Because he wants to believe his brother might not be so bad, that he might finally have a brother at all, that there was one thing that came out of deadwood that wasn’t sick.

I keep going back to that scene in David’s private room, where he gives William what is ostensibly his first drink, plays the role of big brother so well, asks him questions to which William spills everything because how could he not? After years of feeling like and believing the older brother he always considered better than him hated him, disliked him, thought him (rightfully in his mind) a freak, how could he refuse this olive branch?

So William tells him everything, and David tells him to come home safe. David tells him he’ll protect him if he needs, that he can come to him for help. When William goes to awkwardly leave, David pulls him in for a hug.

And the worst part of all? I don’t think David is necessarily lying. Or faking. Not fully, at least. I think David is finally interested in William now, in his own twisted way. I think he’s stopped seeing him as some weirdo little brother who disappeared to go be some self righteous hero, and instead started seeing him as… an equal-ish. Someone more on his level. Someone who does see the world for what it is, and is willing to do what it takes to make those hard calls. He was using William, absolutely. Manipulating him for his own ends, without a doubt. But I think he meant it when he told William to make sure he made it back safe. I think he was also welcoming to the idea of them getting closer, maybe becoming brothers for real.

That’s why I think David was so confused when William came bursting into his penthouse with Vyncent. I don’t think he understood one bit why William was so upset. Other than the news that one of the vigilantes had died, nothing else in his mind had changed. It appears he didn’t even know she did, his people just knew to cover his tracks without needing to be told. He wasn’t keeping it a secret from William, his true lie was in telling William the serum was harmless in the first place. And I think he’s going to stay confused, and I think he’s going to feel betrayed and I know any chances of them ever really being brothers died with Cantrip.

And it breaks my heart for William because he wanted to believe so hard. He was going to split those samples, y’know? He told Vyncent “the board made him do it”. He told David about Ashe. About his fears around Mal. About how he’s afraid being able to drink and feel and live again might all go away. He wanted to have an older brother he could trust so bad. And now one of their only friends is dead, and William killed her, and no amount of logic or rationalisations or leaps of faiths in the world is going to fix that.

William’s haunting speech to David at the end… fuck man. All that rage, all that guilt, all that self hatred William has projected back and forced down the throat, nose, ears of the brother that doesn’t but should. Turning the tool he learnt and used under David’s command back on him.

My thoughts? I think William was doomed the moment he tried to win an argument in that operation room with the older brother he always considered smarter better and more successful than him in every way. There’s nothing more impressionable in the world than a younger brother.

But I also think William might finally stop digging himself deeper, at least for now. How heavily Cantrip’s death weighs on him, Dakota’s reactions, Mal making another appearance, what David and his parents are going to be like after all this… it is all still up in the air.

Fuck man. Ultimately, I still can’t get over that very last line. “I really wanted to have a brother.” Because that’s what it was all about, really. Not being pro hero or anti hero, not a villainous descent nor a sudden morality change… just William hoping his older brother could finally love him.

But David just proved his theory right: that everything that comes from Deadwood is sick and twisted and wrong. Nothing good has ever come from that place. Certainly not David… and certainly not himself, either.

[mackeydoodledoo]

A New Perspective: Chapter 2

Pairing: Jennifer Walters x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You were apart of the Avengers, right from the beginning. It was a story everyone wanted to hear. Your girlfriend, beginning to take up the 'Hulk' mantle, Nikki suggested that she could be an Avenger like you, however, Jennifer rejects, not wanting to be associated as a Superhero... You don’t blame her.

Chapter Warning(s): She Hulk Series Context, PTSD, Swearing, Survivor’s Guilt, Therapy Sessions

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, Bold/Italic = Dream Sequence, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Indent = Text Message 

Chapter Theme: Fix You - Coldplay

A/n: None

Tags: @justyourwritter69​

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You immediately make your way through the doors of the bar as your eyes search around the room.

“Y/n! Over here!” Jennifer calls over to you

You stop when you look into the direction of the voice... 

Another Hulk?...

The green skin, bigger stature... You didn’t know who the hell she was and yet... Had the voice of Jennifer Walters...

“Jen?” You ask, walking up to the other woman to get a closer look at her

“Yeah... Have you not seen the news?” She asks

“I tend to try and keep away from the news to be honest with you...” You say, perching your elbows atop of the table 

“Neat little trick you pulled there Walters...” A man walks up to the both of you

It was clear that he knew your crush. However, your blood was already beginning to boil just the way he was simply talking... 

“Don’t you think it’s a little unsportsman like to debut superpowers just to drum up publicity for yourself?” He asks

O-kay, I’ve had enough.

“You got a problem?” You practically growl, standing up 

You slide yourself in the space between him and Jen. 

“Now, say that to my face and mine in particular,” You say, genuine annoyance in your voice, “Look me straight in the eye and say that to me.”

He slightly takes a step back as you could hear him gulp. He adjusts his tie as he begins fear-sweating. His eyes shift to another direction and rushes off into the direction in question. Your ‘death-stare’ watches him as he hastily walks off.

“I have never seen Dennis nearly piss his pants like that before,” A woman comes over with two drinks in her hands, “Let alone his egotistical self shatter in front of a woman like that.”

You look over and see the other woman place the glasses in front of herself and Jen.

“You must be the Y/n Y/l/n Jen has been non-stop talking about,” She smiles, enthusiastically shaking your hand

“She doesn’t shut up about me eh?” You chuckle, looking up at the green woman

“I’m Nikki Ramos,” She says, “And no, I could obviously see the brightness on her face every time I ask about you.”

“Is that so?” You ask

Before Nikki could answer your question, Jen pinches her arm.

“By the way Jen, a guy gave me these two drinks for free because you’re a superhero,” She smiles

“Ugh! I’m not!” Jen tries to deny her hero status once more

Nikki clicks her glass against Jens...

“No, I did not go to Law School and rack up six figures in student loans just to become a vigilante that is for billionaires and narcissists and adult... Orphans for some reason” Jen groans 

You were lucky your interlaced fingers covered the now-dropped smile. You weren’t necessarily offended at the “Billionaires and Narcissists” part... You were more hurt at the “Adult Orphans” part... 

If only you knew our origin stories Jen... But, if only it were that easy of a story to tell...

+++

You were about a year younger than Carol and Maria by the time you all graduated from the Air Force Academy... But, the two were like your older sisters you never had; you never grew up in the best household... Your family was old-fashioned. The men would get the big-paying jobs and the women there exact opposite.. Your former family disowned you after making a choice for yourself. 

“Wait... What about you?” Carol asks, “You should come with me. We can take the Kree down together. We’d be unstoppable!”

“Carol,” You say, “I’ve been here all of my life. I know nothing about the universe... Besides... Who will protect this world if there wouldn't be someone like us?” 

“Did you quote that out of a comic book?” She asks, smiling

“Shut up, you know what I’m talking about,” You say, gently punching her shoulder, “Finding the Skrulls a new home... Searching the Galaxy for Skull survivors... Taking down an entire empire... It has to be you. Only you... They’re going to trust you more than anyone else in the universe.”

Carol doesn't try to persuade you further; she only smiles and puts her hand atop of your head.

“Earth is in good hands,” She smiles

“The universe is also in good hands,” You smile back, “Be careful out there Carol...”

Even after then; Maria still kept you under her home; raising you like she did with Monica. Now she, she was the little sister figure you’ve also dreamed of having.

You stuck by them until your recruitment into the Avengers in the year 2012... There, you found yourself a second family. Essentially in Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. Although you still kept in touch with Maria and Monica, the workload of being in the Avengers had kept you busy. So busy it was to the point where you ended up (unintentionally) ceasing contact with them.

That was... Until Monica notified you of Maria getting cancer... However... you were called away to Wakanda to fight Thanos’ army... But.. That was where everything turned upside down... 

You were there right as Maria passed; succumbing to her illness. After Maria told you that Monica just “dusted” away, you were the only one left she saw as family that was able to make it to her deathbed... You initially resented Carol for not reaching back to you; you also took it into her perspective of how much of the universe she has to cover... 

With Carol trudging through the universe, Monica dusted and Maria dead, and your second family scattered to who knows where... It was a struggle for you to find that familiarity again...

“I’m sorry about your friend...” Natasha puts a sandwich in front of you

Natasha was the only person that wasn’t dusted that still had kept you around.

“Before... Coming into this whole Avengers thing...” You begin, “I had Carol Danvers, Monica and Maria Rambeau... They took me in after my biological family disowned me for dreaming of becoming an Air Force Pilot... With all three of them basically gone it’s... It’s...”

You could hear Maria’s monitor flatline... You immediately break down sobbing. Natasha immediately hugs you to try and calm you down. 

+++

“But you could be an Avenger,” Nikki suggests, still holding that enthusiastic smile as she takes a drink

Your eyes shift to Nikki; surprised at the fact she suggested the idea.

“Do the Avengers offer Healthcare?” She asks her close friend, easily downing her drink

No...

“Maternity leave? A pension? Are they even paid?” She asks

No, No and big shocker...

“No,” You say out loud

“No, what Y/n?” Jen asks

Shit I thought I kept that to myself...

“I meant, no, that I don't think they are even paid,” You say, “I would imagine if they were killed in the line of duty, what’s the point of all of those?” 

“Maybe it could benefit their families,” Jen explains

“Well, Avengers are for adult orphans.” You rephrase her statement of the composition of the team, kind of angered 

“Didn’t know you were so knowledgeable with Avengers stuff,” She says, “Did you work with them at some point?”

“No, just kept my nose in the news,” You lie

Worked with them most of my life... 

“Here’s the thing though,” Nikki states, “Hulk Jen, is a total snack.”

Your smile comes back as you agree with her statement. However, an older looking man comes up to Nikki’s right side as she states that Jen’s Hulk form is attractive. However, Nikki walks away to probably grab another drink.

“Jen can I talk to you?” He asks

“Of course sir,” She says, standing up, “What is it?”

“Could you go back to Jen? Jen, this is a serious conversation,” He states

“Oh, sure,” She says, beginning to shrink down back to her regular self

However, when she was trying to place her elbow onto the tabletop and to seat herself down, she stumbles. Right into you.

“Oh!” You coil your arms around her, “I got ya...”

You get her into a seat, “You okay?”

“Yeah, just... Different metabolism,” She answers

You don’t move away from Jen as the both of you just stare at each other. However, you hear someone clearing their throat. You look over and remember that her boss was right in front of the both of you. You hastily readjust Jen to disperse her weight onto the table.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink,” You tell Jennifer

You walk over to where Nikki was and seat yourself next to her.

“The usual Y/n?” Pedro asks

“Yep,” You say

“I saw that,” Nikki leans over to you, smirking

She nudges you in the shoulder.

“Saw what?” You ask

“I saw the way you two were batting eyes at each other,” She smiles, “She likes you.”

“She couldn’t possibly,” You sigh, “I’m no one special.”

“That’s a lie,” She says, “Don’t think I didn’t do a background check on you.”

Oh fuck me...

“You’re the famous ‘Supernova’,” Nikki begins, “The person who shares the same powers as Captain Marvel, who was apart of the Avengers since 2012... I don’t get why you’re lying to my best friend...”

“I don’t want her knowing I’m a superhero,” You state, “Everyone I knew that knew me as Supernova, died. I love Jen too much to have that happen to her.”

“Yes, but she's a Hulk now,” She says, “I’m sure she’d feel less pressured if she knew that the girl she likes is a superhero.”

“Ugh don’t associate me as a superhero, those days are behind me now,” You sigh

“That will catch up to you eventually,” Nikki states, “There will most likely be a time where you have to become Supernova again.”

“And until that happens,” You begin, “I am simply Y/n Y/l/n, just some kid that moved across the country for a new chapter in her life.”

You let out a sigh as you down another drink.

“By the way, when you suggested that Jen could be an Avenger... There’s a reason this whole rag-tag team was consisted of billionaires, narcissist and adult orphans...  There are a lot of more things that one like yourself has yet to know about being an Avenger,” You explain, downing your drink

+*+

“Have you made any new friends since your big move?” Your therapist asks

“A couple,” You answer, “One in particular though...”

You weren't sure how to tell your therapist that it was a Lawyer you began chatting up and falling for...

“Who is she?” She asks, “If you’re willing to open up about that of course.”

“Her name is Jennifer Walters,” You answer, “She’s a Lawyer who happens... To share the same powers as Bruce Banner... And happens to be his cousin...”

“Are you sure that is something you’re willing to get yourself into?” She asks, “I just want you to make the smart decision for yourself. If you want to get a fish start of where you are now.”

“I like her, a lot,” You say, “She doesn’t wish to be a superhero; just a lawyer.”

“Good for her,” Your therapist sighs in relief, “Does she seem to be conscious when she is in her hulk form?”

‘She’s fully conscious,” You state, “I met up with her at Legal Ease the other night and I was having full on conversations with her and everything. No one seemed afraid of her appearance, they were... Encouraging it.”

“That’s great to hear!” she replies, “I'm glad you’re able to find and settle down somewhere less chaotic than in New York.”

“Less chaotic... Not sure about that but less... Time consuming,” You say, “I’ve been having a lot more ‘me’ tie.”

“That’s also good,” She smiles, “And what have you been doing in said free time?”

“Sleeping,” You laugh

Your therapist laughs along with you.

“Well, anything else you need to get off your chesty before we call it a day?” She asks

“Nothing that wasn’t out of the ordinary,” You say

Just still having nightmares of all of my battles...

“Okay, I’ll see you next session,” She signs off

You sit at your desk space, beginning to zone out until you hear your phone go off. 

Hey.

Hey, everything okay?

Sort of...

What happened with Nikki this time?

She ditches me for a date... I don’t want to look like some lonely sap sitting a the bar... I know you worked a double today but if it’s no trouble... Care to join me for a night out?

Sure, at Legal Ease?

The usual date :) See you soon

Date? Jennifer Walters called our meet-ups dates...

+*+

As you enter Legal Ease, you easily spot the curly-haired brunette from across the bar; similar to how you found her all those nights ago.

“Hey you,” She smiles, hopping down from the barstool to greet you with a hug

What was different was... You and her grew closer in friendship and you in particular... Developed a crush on her. You did it all without telling her that you were an Avenger/Superhero.

“What’s been new with you Y/n?” Jen asks, placing a drink in front of you

“Nothing really,” You confess, taking a sip of your drink, “Just wake up, do my day job and meet you here when the day is done. Only thing I look forward to when I get the chance really...”

I also stop crime here and there... Minimal use of my own powers... Minimal enough to keep Supernova out of the news...

“You look forward to seeing me?” She asks

You look up and notice the blush on her face. Although she had a higher alcohol tolerance, it was only when she was She-Hulk. You nearly choke on your drink mid-sip as you realize you made her blush.

“Well, yeah, what else could I get out of this town?” You ask, kind joking

“Well, you aren’t in Hollywood,” Jen states, “You could snag any woman to live with you and yet you’re here with me...”

“Well, I think you’re pretty great,” You say

“And how am I great?” She asks

“I’ve seen the media and... people always act like they’re some high snd mighty person...” You begin, “Whereas you... Even though you have an additional status as a new rising hero, you don’t let that change who you are as a whole person. You know who you are and... That’s amazing...”

Originally she asks this as a joke. But, hearing something like that, not only from you but from anyone... 

“Do you... Wanna get out of here?” She asks

“Sure,” You say, “A little bit stuffy in here...”

Jennifer looks around but doesn’t see a whole lot of people in the bar. However, she knew something was on your mind; she was going to get to the bottom of it.

“I’m honestly going to call it a night,” You yawn, “Same time tomorrow night though?”

“Actually, why don’t you come over same time tomorrow night?” Jennifer suggests, “You’ve gotten to know me well enough.”

“Sure,” You smile

Jennifer pays the tab and hops down from the bar stool. Just as you were following behind, she takes you by the hand and has you follow her out of the bar. She didn't seem to take any notice to it but you were fuming inside. You nearly bursted with cosmic energy.

"So I'll text you my address a couple hours beforehand," Jen says, turning to you

"Hmm?" You realize you zoned out

"I was saying ill text you my address couple hours before our designated meeting time tomorrow," She smiles, chuckling

"Okay," You smile, “Sounds good.”

You stiffen when Jennifer takes a step closer, pinches a piece of your jacket and places a kiss on your cheek.

"See you soon, Y/n," She blushes, hastily turning away from you

She quickly makes her way to her car. You stand there as you watch her drive away. Your fingers gently hover over to where Jennifer had kissed you. A devilish smile slowly appears on your face as you crouch down to your knees, springing into the air; screaming in excitement as cosmic energy flowing around you as you fly into the night.

+*+

You gently land onto the front lawn of Jennifer’s apartment complex. 

Ooooookay tonight’s the night... I’m gonna tell her...

You walk up to the staircase and head to the respective apartment number that Jen had given you mere hours before your arrival. As you come up to the apartment number, you compose yourself and raise your knuckles tot he door.

“Hey Jen, I’m here,” You make your presence known from one side of the door

“Shit! One sec!” She replies from the other side

You could hear things crashing and such as you wait for Je. on the other side of the door.

“Hey,” She smiles, finally opening the door, brushing her curly hair back from her face, “Sorry, was struggling to figure out what to cook for you, and cleaning of course...”

“You’re cute,” You smile, stepping past her as you take in her decently sized apartment, “Bigger than my place for sure.”

“What’s your place like?” She asks, shutting her door

“Not big enough to have a decently sized fridge to keep a lot of food ion that’s for sure,” You chuckle

“Oh... You live in one of those places...” She sighs

“Honestly it’s not bad if you’re living alone like me,” You shrug, “Got a nice skylight... Taught me how to keep things at minimum. Well, I didn’t really take a whole lot with me to LA to begin with.”

You look over into the kitchen and see something boiling. You make your way through the kitchen and begin mixing whatever it was.

“You’re making pasta?” You ask, turning to her

“Alfredo... To be exact,” You say, “You uhh... mentioned it was your favorite...” She stutters

You do vividly remember explaining to Jen about favorite foods. You were always open with food as food was food. However, the one go-to if it was offered: Alfredo. 

“You remembered?” You ask her

She smiles as she nods. 

“Usually people forget,” You say, helping her out with the rest of the meal, “Plus, it’s simply my go-to wherever places offer it.”

“You’re in luck,” Jen smiles, “It’s being offered in the Walters estate.”

You watch her go off to a bowl; the sauce. 

Cooking date... It’s a nice change...

+*+

“So your phone’s lock screen... Is Captain America’s ass?!” You chuckle

“Yes, because have you seen that ass?!” She asks

The both of you were a couple glasses of wine into the conversation. 

“I have Jen,” You chuckle, “Mans does workout you know, no one could have that kind of an ass by simple magic.”

“He does now?” She asks, “What’s his workout routine?”

“Oh you know,” You say ,”Boxing, Push-ups, Sit-ups, the whole enchilada.”

You try not to give anything too personal. You’ve seen some of his workout routines but not all of it. Most of the time you were training with Wanda; the only other Avenger that had a form of projectile powers like yours.

We gotta tell her...

“Hey...” You say, swirling your wine glass

“Yeah?” She asks

“I have something to tell you,” You say

“What is it?” She asks

You stand from your chair and make your way into the living room; Jen following close behind.

“I... I’m... I’m a... I’m an...” You stutter, trying to get the sentence out, trying to rip off the pain like a band-aid 

‘Hey,” Jen coos

You watch her grasp both of your shaky hands into hers.

“Deep breath...” She coos again, “It’;s me Y/n... You don’t have to hold back on what you have to tell me.”

She says this, as she looks straight into your eyes... That was enough to calm you down...

“I wasn’t actually caught up in all of those fights on the East Coast...” You blurt out

Jen’s genuine concerned expression drops to a confused one.

“Y/n, I’m not understanding what your point-” She tries to say

“I was an Avenger,” You interrupt her, finally ripping off the band-aid

Jen’s thoughts scramble and try to process the new information given to her. Your breathing staggers as silence falls between the two of you...

“So you basically lied to me?” She asks

“I was... Scared...” You confess, getting up from the couch, beginning to pace around her living room, “I was scared that if you knew that I was some kind of adult orphan vigilante, you wouldn’t like me from the get-go...”

“You think your status as an Avenger wouldn't make me like you?” Jen asks, sounding annoyed

“I don’t know?!...” You say, your voice squeaks, “After the Battle ofd Sokovia and the amount of damage we’ve caused, the civilians of the world wanted to contain super-powered humans like me... Wanda Maximoff, etc...  I especially didn’t want to put you in danger if you knew about my hero status. I love you too much to put you through that much danger!”

“Y/n I love you too but-” She begins

“No Jen, I love love you!” You finally confess, interrupting her again, “The fact I share powers with the most powerful cosmic energy in the entire universe and the fact I chose to stay here whilst my other half roams the cosmos... Albeit I’m better down here anyway... The amount of superhumans beginning to crawl out from the underground, the more people would know who the hell I am, the more I’d be putting them in danger. I love you too much to put you through that. Even though... You. Are now... A superhuman yourself...”

Silence fell between the both of you as heat rose to your cheeks as your brain finally processes on what you had just said. 

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck...

You stand in place, frozen as you watch Jen slowly walk up to you. Goosebumps form as soon as her fingertips make contact on your skin on both of your arms. A large ‘thump’ emits from your chest as you felt the tips of her fingers glide across your forearms; traveling up to the bottom of your biceps.

“Jen, what are you-?!” You try to ask

But your question was cut off by a kiss. A gentle, yet light, long kiss. 

“I never said that I didn’t like the Avengers,” Jen clarifies for you, “Bruce was one himself, you know that. I only said I choose not to join because of the lack of benefits and that I don’t want to be associated as a superhero. You being one too, doesn’t make me love you any less.”

Your head jolts forward as you kiss her again, but this time, it felt fuller; like... she was waiting for you to make the move... You pull away from the kiss, although you were enthralled Jennifer Walters confessed that she loved you too, your face said something different.

“Something’s still on your mind,” Jennifer says, cupping your cheek

“I don’t blame you for not wanting to be associated as a superhero,” You say

“I thought you were going to say the exact opposite,” Jen sighs in relief

“The only thing you can really brag about being an Avenger is that you helped save the work, twice, and fought to save the universe,” You chuckle, “But, in my years since beginning my time as an Avenger, I’ve seen a lot of loss... Made decisions that were questionable, and found myself in some situations where I should have been killed. And yet, I’m here... Lived through all of it... Survivor’s guilt and those near-death situations really take a toll on how you live afterward...”

“Is that why you decided too move all the way here?” She asks

You nod, “I wanted to finally be away from everything that summed up who I was. Wanted to find a fresh start somewhere else. But the PTSD and the scars followed with me...”

“I thought a powerful cosmic being like yourself you be impervious to getting scars,” Jen tries to lighten you up, “Or at least self-heal?”

“Unlike Captain Marvel. Jennifer Walters,” You chuckle back ,”She has Kree blood running in her veins; I only have my human blood... So, she can self-heal. I cannot.”

“Would you... Be willing to show me these... Scars?” Jennifer asks

You weren’t honestly willing to... However, you were already in the process of lifting your shirt over your head. You didn’t feel forced, it was all by your own free will. Your back turned to her; silence fell between the both of you... You let out a startling gasp as you felt her cool hands touch your back.

“Oh! I’m sorry I’m sorry!” She repeats

“Hey,” You turn to her, stopping her from panicking, “It’s fine... I just... Never... Revealed this part of myself to anyone... Ever... And a bit of a warning next time...”

You turn your back to her once more as you allow her to observe all of the scars; whether it was bullet grazes or melee weapon injuries, they were all there; visible to Jennifer. You felt her gentle fingertips gently trace the silver lines as you felt her hazel eyes pierce through you. Your breathing hitches as you feel her lips touch the nap of your neck.

“What are you doing?...” You hiss

She continues placing light kisses right over every single scar she could see.

“Loving,” She says, kissing one scar, “Every single story you have.”

You felt her fingers trace the outline of your shoulders to trailing down the sides of your back, stopping at your hipline. 

Chapter 3

[zirkkun-uthcs]

Underswap Asriel Headcanons

I’ve always hated how overlooked Asriel is in Underswap. I get that the MK <> Asriel swap doesn’t make much sense, but implications of this swap are fun to think about

I image Swap!Azzy to be pretty similar to his classic counterpart with two major differences. One, he’s a big fan of Alphys, and two, he doesn’t have legs.

The legs thing is inspired by one comic of Monster Kid watching Mettaton’s show and getting super excited when MTT says “Who needs arms with legs like these?” Since Napstaton loves his arms, I though it’d be a funny parallel, on top of me just trying to be original.

Swap!Asriel has prosthetic legs that Undyne made at Toriel’s request. Azzy’s pretty self-conscious about them, so he wears super long sweatpants that he trips over a lot. Swap!Asriel also plays a bigger part in the story than classic MK. He still sneaks out against his parents’ wishes, but that carries a lot more weight when you remember that he’s the prince. 

Asriel sticks a lot closer to you and basically becomes your only party member, possessing healing abilities similar to Ralsei’s. His anxiousness shows itself in his acts, especially when he has a flex off with Shyren, though he does seem to enjoy singing with Aaron. 

Alphys’ chase scenes involve Chara dragging Asriel along by the hand, with Alphys attacking a lot less out of fear of accidentally hitting the prince. Alphys, along with the additional guards patrolling Waterfall due to the prince’s absence, are under the assumption that Chara is holding the prince hostage, or at the very least manipulating him.

Alphys attempts to reason with Asriel, but the path gives out, causing Chara and Asriel to fall into the dump. The flashback plays out the same, and Chara wakes up to Asriel worriedly calling out to them. Asriel’s clothes are all sorts of messed up after the fall, basically forcing Azzy to come clean about his prosthetics. He asks Chara if they think he’s lame because of it. Chara will say no regardless of which option you chose.

Asriel becomes a bit more confident, even after the Bored Dummy insults him for having such boring magic attacks. He mentioned his love of the stars if you poked around the wishing room, but he’s now more vocal about it. He really likes Hapstablook’s poem about the stars, and he looks through Sans’s telescope, only to find that Papyrus drew on the lense with marker. A classic Papyrus Prank TM. 

After facing off against more guards, including 01 and 02, Chara and Asriel arive at the cliff. Alphys actually starts telling Chara the story of monsters before Asriel tries to sneak past with Chara, who seemed genuinely interested. The chase plays out similar to canon, only with Alphys trying to talk Asriel down. If you say just the right things, Asriel can convince Alphys to back off. If not, then the chase continues all the way to the bridge to Hotland. 

Alphys doesn’t buckle under the heat, instead grabbing Asriel. In a panic, Asriel pushes her away, right off the bridge. Alphys is now dangling above molten lava. She’s struggling to hold on, and Asriel can’t pull her up on his own.

If Chara does nothing, Alphys falls and dies. Asriel, overwhelmed by the guilt of killing his hero and his only true friend doing nothing about it, runs back to Waterfall. In many resulting Neutral routes, he is still missing. 

If Chara does help, Asriel will apologize profusely. Alphys asks one last time that Asriel stay away from the human, even though now, she seems a bit reluctant to. On more violent neutral runs, Asriel does just that, but otherwise, he stands his ground. 

Undyne is ticked off by the visitors, but she tries to be more approachable when she realizes that it’s the prince and the human. Asriel mentions seeing Napstaton’s blue prints along with the designs for his prosthetics. Undyne talks about Napstaton, who then bursts through the wall. 

Instead of TV programs, Napstaton’s encounters are them filming for their Music Videos. Each one is themed. A science song for the lab, a Halloween song, a love song (which is basically just the musical scene). Each encounter baring the first utilizes the Cyan soul, which is basically just DDR. Asriel can sing in each encounter, and he can even show up Napstaton, giving you the chance to freestyle. If you freestyle on all the previous encounters, then Asriel will (unwilling) play the part of the princess in the love song instead of Napstaton. 

Catty and Bratty are now 03 and 04, and their fight is pretty much the same as the unused encounter. Grillby is tough to reason with, as he doesn’t talk, but Asriel can help the fire monster WARM UP to you. In fact, Asriel can help you spare a lot of monsters in Hotland and the Core easier than if you were alone. Also, Asriel can cause Grillby’s attacks to become stronger/more erratic if he attacks the fire monster because fire + fire = more fire. 

In the dinner scene with Papyrus, Asriel confirms that the man behind the door is Asgore. Unlike classic Toriel, Swap!Asgore didn’t run away. He was purposely relocated to the ruins to… collect the human souls quicker. Papyrus drops a penny and takes his opportunity to stairwalk away and let you two talk.

Asriel talks about how tense things are between his parents. How tense the guards are as they walk him to ruins so he can stay with his father for the weekend. How tense his dad is when he tucks him in.

Asriel explains that he didn’t sneak out because he wanted to see Alphys, or the “stars,” or any of that. He snuck out because his parents were fighting over the phone. He needed to get out and clear his head.

Asriel chuckles at the irony. If he hadn’t been in such a bad situation, then he never would’ve met you. You, Chara, who saw him for who he was. Not “Asriel Dreemurr,” or “Asriel the prince.”

He was just Asriel. 

01 and 02 are out in the back alley selling stuff if you didn’t kill them. Nice Cream Guy puts on a glossy exterior, but Asriel can tell that the bunny man is dead inside. 

Undyne actually gives you the correct directions in the Core because she kinda wants you out of her hair. If you couldn’t tell, Hotland’s heat has made her a bit of a grump. 

At the end of the Core, you face off with both Napstaton and Hapstablook, the latter now having a robot body and going by Mettaton. Chara can help Mettaton overcome their stage fright, while Asriel can cause Napstaton to tear himself to bits similarly to classic MTT. Yes, that means that Napstaton’s question of “who needs legs with arms like these?” is directed at Asriel. Que happy goat boy sounds. 

Anyways, Napstaton has a bit of a Blooky moment before powering down, and Undyne steps in to sort everything out. While Undyne helps Mettaton calm down, Asriel and Chara ride the elevator to New Home. Asriel is the one who explains the situation with you taking the queen’s soul, though he’s even less tactful than classic Alphys.

If you killed Napstaton or Mettaton, not only would the fight end abruptly, but Asriel would lock himself in his room. Asriel would also do this if you started killing monsters after saving Alphys. 

If neither of those are true, then Asriel will follow you through the judgment hall, where all of your sins (or lack thereof) are spelled out by Papyrus, and finally, you reach the throne room. Toriel is both shocked and relieved to see her son, but when her gaze lands on Chara, she goes numb. She tells Asriel to go to his room, and after much arguing, he obliges, though not before giving Chara something.

A heart-shaped locket. 

[castingcomets]

I Like Dan Vs I think it's a very fun cartoon and funny show . One of the things I like is how the 3 main characters are all completely insane but they all think that they're the only sane one there .

Dan: I dont need to tell you about Dan.

Chris: His backbone has been crushed to dust partly due to a lifetime with Dan. He was a sweet boy who responded to emotional exigence, hence why he was soft enough to ever let Dan sink his talons into him to begin with. Hes a big eater, using food to self-soothe, distract, and work his teeth of his locked-in aggression. His aggression really is poorly regulated and greatly suppressed and you see this frequently. He isnt the smartest man in the world and operates much more on emotional, sensitive, compassionate levels, but these levels are often compromised by his extended exposure to Dan. STILL, he shows a remarkable resilience by always believing that the world and all the people in it are good. However I'm sure that some of this is a defiance to Dan's overbearing outlook as well as a form of denial, and thus isnt authentic, as there MUST be the capacity for hopeless negativity in Chris's character - otherwise he wouodnt hang out with Dan still, otherwise he would have the confidence to earn better friends. Chris is ultimately a learned and habitual victim, stuck in a hopeless freeze. He is a people-pleaser who never has a win and he eats and believes in fairy tales to keep from succumbing to the pain of it. He married a woman who A.) coddles him sometimes and takes care of him and B.) Who keeps secrets from him and never summons his intellectual faculties or bonds with him in those higher levels, which lets him stay small.

Elise: She married someone she could easily lie to / keep secrets from. She wants to live a normal life but she will not commit to that, she is still her work. In her dangerous line of work, she has had to become comfortable with abandoning her attachments in the flick of a switch in accordance with the situation (EX: in the vegetable episode she bartered with Dan one dangerous asset for another, to ensure the lesser of two evils, having to accept the reality immediately and not be hung up on the rookie mistakes that had brought her thus) (EX: in the Traffic episode she tasered Chris so that he wouodnt get in her way / involve himself with something dangerous. Ans she just left him there.) She acts like shes an intellectual and situational authority, but she is eccentric, self-interested, and sometimes reckless. She doesnr shut down situations before they start, even when she is more than equipped to do so. She dignifies Dan with face-to-face altercations when she could just silently take him out. You could say that it's becasue she respects her husband's friendships, but that's only on-paper - she dictates every other aspect of Chris's life, sometimes choosing to "let" him have autonomy like hes a pet (or, as it feels frequently, a child). I think she just needs the drama. She's been trained to diffuse situations, not necessarily prevent them. She does not understand Chris's subdued and fearful reality, BUT SHE THINKS SHE DOES, which is dangerous, becasue Chris certainly doesnt have what it takes to discover and establish his needs and boundaries. She tries to change his behavior using guilt and shame and that is NOT what he needs, he has enough of it. She married someone she could feasibly believe "couldn't handle her truth," so that she never had to have the intimacy of sharing it. When push comes to shove, she is ultimately SELFISH: she comes first. And due to her keeping a huge part of herself a secret, her always means JUST HER, not her and the people who know her - becasue nobody knows her. She keeps it that way.

This post was really hard to type becasue my nails are super long right now (natural) (I'm a princess fairy mermaid queen). Please appreciate that

[imunbreakabledude]

hold on i got another "maeveannie vs maevelena" comparison post in me all of a sudden

i was thinking to myself again about why maeveannie is so fun to me for certain grand, dramatic tropey stories (and shitposts) but far less easy (or appealing?) to imagine as a long-term established relationship, whereas for maevelena, that's like, the the whole delicious point of it

and then that led me to lookin back at some of my fics and noting a common thread in how i envision maeveannie is maeve's self-loathing side really coming out, her tendency to keep annie at arm's length, her belief that she's bad for annie (or anyone) and her refusal to accept that annie could love her.

because that's not really present in how i write maevelena. well, it's there a LITTLE, but more of an undercurrent, an underlying repressed fear on maeve's part, way less prominent and definitely not a NAMED part of their dynamic (well, until the point in tmdoms where it becomes one lol)

so why is that? let me muse aloud (atype?) about it

Power differential? - I also feel that maeve has this sort of simultaneous pride/guilt complex about having power over annie, which is kind of funny that i don't think she has that with elena at all, because she has 'more' of a power differential over elena, right? but somehow with annie being closer it feels more named, more important. with elena ofc it's obvious, maeve is a supe, she's not, they don't have to TALK about it. but maeve feels the need to remind annie constantly that she's stronger. lmao. bc otherwise it might be forgotten. then there's also the age thing - not that it's BIG age gaps either way, but maeve being older than annie vs younger than elena, also the whole her being annie's childhood hero and all, that shifts things. also makes it harder for maeve to believe that annie likes the "real" her and not just the vought image of her. and then there's also the experience/systemic power difference - maeve's experience and influence at vought and her knowledge of how fucked up it is which she only occasionally/slowly shares with annie, is another layer of power, which is completely irrelevant when it comes to elena. (well, there's still the whole issue of maeve lying and keeping pertinent dangers & pertinent traumas of her own from elena for the sake of 'protecting' her, but that's ... a very different flavor, than the way maeve is at times an aloof bystander while annie's abused at work or else an actively callous bully, lol).

lower stakes = more obsessing over it? - like what i said about the physical (super)power differential being smaller between annie and maeve vs elena and maeve making it less need to be discussed... i think the same thing applies to most of the fears maeve has in the relationship? specifically the fears of her lover being hurt or killed. at least the maeveannie fics i've written thus far, maeve goes a little overboard being protective over annie, whereas that's... less of a thing with elena. part of that is a natural byproduct of annie being closer to the "line of fire" if you will and also annie being prone to PUTTING herself in more danger by provoking homelander/etc. while elena is certainly not doing that. but on the other hand elena is literally ALWAYS inches away from death if homelander should find out about her/decide he wants to hurt her to hurt maeve. not to mention any of the other non-homelander things that can more easily harm a regular person vs. a supe of annie's caliber. but i think that's the thing: the reality of how easy it would be for elena to be hurt or killed - because of maeve or even by maeve - forces Maeve to become excellent at compartmentalizing or ignoring that danger. like to even be with elena at all she has to put that away 100%. because otherwise she would not be able to function day to day. with annie, though, the worry is just below a threshold that makes it acceptable to think about, which leads to it torturing maeve by dominating her thoughts. it's like, 'annie's not in as much danger as a regular person would be bc she's a supe... but she's still in a lot of danger! more danger than she knows! and she's not gonna be smart about it because she's all "heroic"! so i clearly HAVE to dedicate myself to protecting her if she likes it or not!!!'

the mere existence of maevelena colors everything about maeveannie? - i can't write any fic about maeve (and have no desire to) that doens't include her relationship with elena at least as a part of her past, because to me it dos so much to inform her character. so anytime i'm writing maeveannie, it's a scenario where... maeve has had and lost elena. which naturally would make her more insecure (if she lost elena due to her own faults/elena moving on) or more overprotective (if elena was hurt or killed in this AU, esp if because of maeve) or both.

maevelena is more toxic but in a more healthy way - maybe my longtime maevelena elites will get what i mean by this but like. maeve and elena are like borderline codependent in how much they are willing to go back to each other despite flaws. and also in how long they let issues simmer before finally addressing them, bc they KNOWWWW they love each other and will end up forgiving it in the end, but also the letting it simmer makes it blow up more before they get to that point but that's what i loooove about them. compare to maeveannie, which, at least as i write it (grand tropey stories, see?) is much faster paced, more dramatic... and more direct in terms of conflict, mainly due to annie. because annie cuts right to the heart of shit and if she has an issue with something, including maeve, she says it outright. she has no issue telling maeve she's disappointed with her, no matter what point of their relationship they're in... no hesitation calling maeve out. and, well, elena doesn't necessarily hesitate to do that either, but in a different way. ...

i mean, it's twofold, right? there's the obvious factor of elena has less vantage point to call maeve out about hero stuff/vought stuff because she's less involved in that and doesn't have to make those kinds of tough calls herself. (even when she learns about flight 37 and is clearly upset/shaken by it, her reaction isn't "how could you? you did the wrong thing" but "i need time to process this, it's horrifying, but I don't blame you"). but then there's also the fact that to annie, maeve is the former hero knocked off the pedestal. but to elena, maeve is her needy depressed (ex)girlfriend who must be taken care of because she's just a little BABY struggling with trauma and alcoholism and a bad childhood :( annie might see that side a bit, esp as they grow closer, but it's never gonna be her first or only image of maeve. whereas for elena, even when she's in the midst of calling maeve out, she's only ever so far (this far 🤏) away from getting ready to cuddle maeve if she cries, yknow?

which is what leads to maeve and elena having that "toxic but strong" dynamic where they've broken up soooo many times and might just do it again but also always get back together, and understand each other so well, but also hurt each other so deep... while maeve and annie have more of, well i guess you could also call it toxic but strong in a DIFFERENT way. where they're much more explosive and have a lot more direct conflict in terms of openly disagreeing with each other (especially when it comes to their shared "work" of heroism) but that ability to have it all out in the open is also kind of the only thing that gives them a shot of working

that being said, i still have a LOTTT of trouble picturing long-term, established relationship maeveannie. (maybe it's just because that feels like a betrayal of maevelena in my head? LMAO but i'm a multishipper, i swear! it's just harder for maeveannie to feel INTERESTING in a long-term-established scenario. whereas maevelena's style of dysfunction can kind of ONLY be portrayed via that window of context.)

[emberkeelty]

So there's been a lot of talk about Belos in those last moments, including from me, and now I want to talk about Luz.

A lot of Owl House fandom seems to have latched on to the idea that Luz is irresponsible - because she ran away from a world that was treating her badly, because she spent a big chunk of Wing It Like Witches not taking things seriously and got her friends hurt before correcting course, or for any number of reasons. But I think that's looking at it the wrong way around.

Luz is a very average amount of selfish and impulsive. She makes mistakes at about the same rate as anyone else. But her mistakes stand out more than other people's precisely because she is actually a remarkably responsible person: she's always quick to acknowledge her own mistakes, and she doesn't make excuses for them, and the narrative, which is largely from her perspective, treats them with that same seriousness.

This quality of hers is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, she is unfailingly great at buckling down and fixing whatever can be fixed without complaining about what it costs her. Undertaking the Bat Queen's trials to make things up to Owlbert, doing menial work for the Blights to try to get Amity out of trouble with them… She's not like Belos, recoiling at every twinge of guilt and turning all the blame back on his victims, or like Lilith in season 1, so obsessed with her own absolution that guilt becomes self-pity and increasingly destructive, selfish action. In Through the Looking Glass Ruins, her getting Amity's library job back happens entirely off-screen, because at this point we know Luz, and we know how she handles things like this, and we can picture it all easily. I like to think that that's the moment that broke Amity's composure and led to the first kiss not only because it was such a sweet thing that Luz did for Amity, but because it was such a Luz thing, just a perfect encapsulation of the person who Amity loves.

On the other hand, when she makes a mistake that can't be fixed, she ends up spiraling into self-destruction, futilely punishing herself in ways that help no one. Even if it was a mistake made with the best of intentions and there was no way she could possibly have predicted the negative consequences it would have, if there's nothing she can do to correct it, she feels like a horrible person who everyone will rightfully hate. The most obvious and important example of this is the "I helped Belos" guilt that comes to a head in For the Future, and the conclusion of that episode reveals what's always been driving it. Her deepest wish, the desire that's strong enough to awaken her palisman, is to be understood. This comes up in the context of her guilt because her guilt comes from other humans never understanding her. At school, whenever a problem occurred that could be traced back to an action she took, her intentions were treated as irrelevant: it was just her being a Bad Kid who needed to fix herself. She took that lesson to heart, and it's been hurting her this whole time.

It's still hurting her at the beginning of the final episode. Even after her breakthrough, there's still a part of her that believes she deserves to die, deserves to be killed by her own friends, that surely they're all going to turn on her at any second because one time she helped someone who turned out not to deserve it and who went on to do things more horrible than anyone could have imagined. It's easier for her to believe that than to believe that Amity would misquote the Azura books. (Though I do wonder - where did that misquote come from? Was it a different part of Luz's subconscious fighting back to wake herself up? Or was it Amity, unable to break the mind control outright, slipping through a message that she knew Luz would understand? I don't think it was just a mistake on the Collector's part, because the rest of the nightmare seemed far too accurate to Luz's fears and the other kids' voices and experiences for him to have been controlling it that closely.)

Maybe some of that hurt is starting to heal by the time the Collector makes nearly the exact same mistake that's been eating her alive, and she responds by offering them the sort of understanding that she always desperately needed but still isn't used to receiving: You did good. It's just complicated.

Which brings us here.

Staring down the same sad eyes he had when she met him for the first time (chronologically and from his perspective) and immediately rescued him from the demons whose brother he'd murdered. She's had plenty of time since then to think through the complications, and now here she is, faced with another choice between stepping in to help him or stepping aside and letting the Isle and its denizens take their revenge.

So, in the end, she does get a chance to meaningfully correct that mistake. She doesn't need to correct it for personal redemption - you did good, it's just a little more complicated - but she is going to anyway.

She's always been responsible like that.

[unfortunate-songbird]

Can I have more information about your silles? (Ocs)

Yes yes yes absolutely I love you forever for asking

space gang!

Quill- he’s the team leader he’s the guy ever he was in college to be a marine biologist before he dropped out due to depression and joined the knockoff Star Wars Rebellion. His greatest fear is losing someone he loves to depression / general mental health but he gets so agitated whenever someone comes to him for help (and much of his worry manifests as anger) that it actually keeps people from reaching out to him. He’s obsessed with the Octonauts.

Em- she’s the muscle the brawler the ‘angry one’ as much as she wishes she wasn’t but it’s all she knows how to be. She has to hold grudges because if she doesn’t no one will and she’s always the last to leave any situation because she ran away once as a small child and lost everything. She’s said some unforgivably cruel things when she’s angry because she can’t think over the overwhelming urge to make someone else Hurt. She bullies people as a love language (both banter and actual physical rolling-on-the-ground tussling)

Owen- he’s the acrobat the gymnast the stealth the one in the rafters looking down. He spent his life alone and only recently discovered the joys of being a clown of being funny enough to finally have the attention he craves. He plays it up relentlessly but deep down he’s so scared he’ll end up too much and drive everyone away. He’s the youngest and the protected and it’s both gratifying and stifling. He’s cheeky he’s gullible one time he dyed Quill’s hair green and got away with it because no one suspected him.

Rowan- he’s a rich kid he’s a spy he’s the actor the infiltrator the rogue element the traitor. He decided to doom himself to a painful death rather than ask his friends for help. His natural posture is the letter C. He might be transfem but that won’t occur to him for many years because who has time for gender right now. He’s got a guilt complex. He’s a gay theater kid. He’s incredibly socially awkward. He doesn’t know who he is behind all the masks and is convinced he’ll never be more than his worst mistakes. He’s the reason the kitchen is equipped with four fire extinguishers.

Wedge- they’re the hacker the tech wizard. They’re not even all that good at computer stuff. They grew up as an Empire military kid and the guilt for still loving their family complicit in an evil system eats at them daily. They have ADHD. They’re terrified they’re going to let everyone down like they have all their life. Their family thinks they work at Space Walmart except Cousin Julia who knows what they are (rebel) and goes through Candace from Phineas and Ferb level shenanigans to expose them and it never works. They play Minecraft curled up in a kitchen cabinet. They got so worried about their abysmal pain tolerance and being the weak link that they briefly tried to blackmail Rowan into giving them lessons in torture resistance. They main Kirby in Smash Bros and suck at it.

the fantasy gang is unfortunately less developed but I’ll do my best

Alex- loser high schooler dies (cringe) and becomes a loser ghost. Died with a massive zit and now it’s part of his eternal appearance. No he’s not cripplingly lonely shut up.

Vida- your typical snarky unimpressed middle schooler. Misses her mom :( (died under mysterious circumstances and with a secret past). Secretly loves explosions and funky chemicals. Lowkey disappointed that Alex is just a dork teenager and not a proper gorey scary ominous ghost.

Jamie- Average tween girl likes 20 kinds of bugs is a statistical error. The average tween girl likes around 5 types of bugs (rolly pollies, butterflies, ladybugs, dragonflies, bees) Insects Jeorg who adores every single bug in existence is an outlier adn should not have been counted.

Evan- token cautious nerd. She couldn’t commit to one gender and you think he can make big plot important decisions? Massive fantasy book nerd but in the sense that she wants to stay Far Away from actual magic bc do you even know what happens to people in stories who mess with that kinda stuff?? Lifelong trauma at BEST.

Miko- your typical plucky orphan who lives in a magic boarding school learning to be a wizard. Absolute goober. >:D . They are party rockin in the house tonight. Surprisingly chill abt their home being invaded by Evil Conquering Anti-Magic Kingdom (lie). They’re so silly and that’s all dw about it.

Foaming at the mouth abt them they’re my sillies ❤️

[davnittbraes]

The Fourth Step - Chapter Thirty-Three

Part of The World Is Light, Embodied.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3100

Warnings, etc.: Grogu being adorable, domestic moments, introspection, a hint of smuttiness, silly silly banter, Greef gets annoyed, Cara gets sassy, probably too much description of tree-dwelling creatures habits but I did a ridiculous amount of research for it so you all have to suffer, a little twist of anxiety at the end I’m sorry

Notes: Look! A wild plot appears!

Mando’a translations at the end of the chapter.

Please check out the Series Masterlist page for more info.

It’s a funny sort of feeling, buzzing low behind your ribcage, an excitement mixed with anticipation that threatens to bubble up and out in a burst of laughter. You haven’t felt it in a long time, but you remember what it is - it’s the same sensation you felt each time you hopped off a transport and took the first step onto the soil of a new planet.

That feeling of shaking off an identity and becoming someone new.

The only difference is this time, that almost-laughter isn’t layered with anxiety, trepidation. Fear of being recognized as who you once were, ripped out of the life you chose and forced back into the one you were born into with no one to fight for you if you found yourself helpless. 

Because this time, you have someone who would care. 

This time, you have someone who would fight. 

As I am yours, tionas. 

You smile as the words float across your thoughts, directing it at the kid so the people around you don’t think you’re grinning to yourself like a madwoman. The Nevarro market is busy at this time of morning, people rushing off to work or running errands before tackling the other tasks of the day. 

The little guy quirks his ears at you, obviously curious as to why you’re in such a great mood. 

Flashes of memory, moments from the night before - hot, slick glide of a tongue, grip of a hand pinning your thigh in place as his cock pressed so deep -

Yeah, not going to explain this one to the kid any time soon. 

You throw him a wink then turn your attention to the line of food vendors. “What do you want for breakfast, kiddo? Something quick, we’ve still got to stock up on some rations and then meet your dad at Greef’s so we can be ready to go when that contact of his checks in.”

The kid coos happily, big eyes turning to the selection of vendors. 

Your nose twitches at the scent of roasted meat, and your gaze follows it instinctively, squinting at the last stall. “I think they’ve even got some poor creatures for you to munch on, my adorable little Sarlaac pit. Come on.”

“Can he actually understand you?”

The voice coming from your left sets your heartbeat racing, your hand automatically pushing the kid’s pod behind you until your thoughts catch up - Cara Dune. 

That warm, dark gaze meets yours with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I figured you saw me coming.”

At one point in your life you would have been embarrassed, maybe even angry, at being caught off guard. But her guilt is so genuine, not a trace of accusation or judgement on her face. 

So you return her smile, waving a hand in dismissal. “No apology necessary. I’m the one walking around with my head in the clouds today.”

“Well, you did sling back quite a bit of that brandy last night.” Cara’s smile turns crooked, teasing. 

“Surprisingly, I’m unaffected.” You nudge the kid’s pod closer to her as he babbles in greeting, lifting a tiny clawed hand that she squeezes lightly. “Must have been sleeping in a real bed, for once.”

“There’s no bed on the Razor Crest?”

“Well, there’s a bunk, but it’s not big enough for the two of us.”

Her gaze sharpens, gleams with delight. “So it’s like that, huh?”

Nervousness twists your stomach, seeing that look in her eyes. “Like what?”

“Like you’re ‘sharing a bed every night’ kinda what.” She teases, her smile reassuring, making sure you know it’s all in good fun. “I knew you and Mando had something going on, that’s obvious to anyone who’s in the same room as the two of you for more than five minutes, what with all the pining glances and sexual tension so thick I could cut it with a knife.”

You almost choke on the sudden rush of embarrassment. “We - kriff, we don’t, do we -“

“Oh come on, you guys are like a couple of hormone-riddled teenagers. You think you’re being sneaky with the under the table touching?”

“Crikking hells.” You run a hand over your face, sighing. 

“Easy, I’m just teasing you.” She laughs, reaching out the grasp your arm consolingly, her voice warming with sincerity. “Honestly, I’m happy that Mando found you. He’s a good man who’s been through more than most people. He deserves someone who cares about him like you do. And you deserve him, too.”

Your embarrassment fades with her words, a sort of profound feeling replacement it. For one of Din’s closest friends to say that… “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

The kid babbles, standing up in his pod, hands outstretched toward the meat stall and you grab him before he loses his balance and tips over the side. “Ok, ok, calm down, we’ll get you food.”

Cara chuckles, sliding into step beside you as you make your way toward the stall. “So, can he actually understand you? I’ve always thought he knows more than he lets on.”

“Oh, I’m positive he does. I mean, he’s still a child so he doesn’t grasp everything.” You shuffle the kid in your arms as you approach the stall so he can get a look at the display. “But he’s smart. Too smart, sometimes - hard to get things past him.”

The kid reaches for a slab of meat on a stick that’s almost twice his size and you pull him back, directing his gaze to the row of much more reasonably-sized kebabs. “How about something that’s less likely to upset your stomach later? We’re flying out today.”

He grumbles in discontent, but points to the largest kebab. You smile and nod at the vendor, who moves to wrap it up. “A compromise we can both live with.”

*****

The kebab is long gone by the time you get to Greef’s, even though it takes less than half an hour to find the supplies you need and get to the magistrate’s office. Cara keeps you company, asking about what you and Din had been up to since the last time you were on Nevarro - never prying for details, seemingly satisfied with whatever you choose to tell her. 

That feeling of something new grows stronger.

Your steps are light as you walk into the front door of Greef’s office. 

Maybe something new includes close friends, as well as your aliit. 

The reception area is empty as you enter, but a familiar flash of silver coming through the door to Greef’s office sets your heartbeat fluttering. 

Din stops, helmet tilting toward Cara in greeting before the black visor turns to you. There’s a strange little pause then he speaks, voice carrying a hint of strain through the modulator. 

“Tionas. I need to speak with you.” 

Concern tightens your shoulders. What happened? Is it something Greef’s contact said? 

Cara curls her fingers around the edge of the kid’s pod, tugging it behind her as she starts toward Greef’s office. “We’ll be in here when you’re done.”

Din moves to a door on the opposite side of the room, stride eating up the distance and you hurry to join him.

Panic starts to swirl hot in your stomach, your gaze fixed unseeing on his back. “What’s wrong?”

He turns around, reaches over your shoulder and keys the door shut. “Nothing.”

You blink, panic shifting to bewilderment. “Then why - wait, are we in a ‘fresher?”

“Yes.”

The light flicks off and you blink again, this time into utter darkness. “Din, what is going on? Did Greef’s contact check in? Why are we -“

Your words are cut off by the press of soft lips to yours, a gloved hand slipping around the back of your neck, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss, his hum of approval mingling with the whimper that slips past your throat. 

The taste and feel and scent of Din overwhelm your senses and you grasp the edge of his breastplate, pulling him impossibly closer. He obeys your silent plea, one step bringing his body flush with yours, another pressing you back against the ‘fresher door, then a shift and -

Oh kriff -

You break the kiss with a gasp, breath stuttering as his thigh slips between yours and the steel of his armour presses to your core, cold seeping through your leggings and underwear. 

He takes advantage of the break, lips trailing along your jaw, dipping into the curve of your neck, his hand guiding your head back even more to bare your skin to his mouth. 

A spark of arousal shoots through your body as his teeth graze your pulse, the urge to roll your hips, grind your cunt against the hard thigh between your legs almost impossible to ignore. It would be so easy, just a nudge and your clit would find that pressure it’s beginning to ache for -

Pfassk, remember where you are.

His tongue flicks out to trace the line of your collarbone and you have to bite your lip to stop the moan that threatens to burst free, trying to pull your already-hazy thoughts together. “Din. Why are -“

He shifts his thigh, pressing it tighter against your core, and this time you can’t hold back the moan, bouncing off the walls of the small room, drawn out as his fingertips dig into the curve of your waist in response.

You’re burning up, his breath warm on tender skin, heat of arousal spiralling out from between your thighs and your hips rock with need and yes there -

The movement grinds your clit over his thigh plate, the seam of your underwear catching it just right and you do it again, body seeking -

“Mando?”

Greef’s voice floats through the closed door. 

Dank farrik. 

Din nips at your jaw, tip of his tongue laving over the spot immediately, sending shivers over your skin. 

Footsteps, coming closer. 

You thread your fingers into his hair, pulling gently. “Din, wait -“

His lips brush over your ear, voice rasping down your spine. “The door is locked.”

“That’s great, but he can still figure out we’re in here.” You keep your voice low, barely a whisper, ears pricked as the footsteps pass by the door. 

“Mando? Where did you go?” Greef’s voice drifts away as he continues on, sound of his footsteps leading out of the reception area.

Din pulls your lips back to his, tongue a slick caress against your own that has your hips rolling again, your mewl swallowed up by the heat of his mouth. “Problem solved.”

Your head falls back against the door, panting breath filling the room. “Until he sends a search party out.”

“Then we still have a few more minutes.” The smile in his voice says he picked up on the wavering concern in yours. 

Something about his insistent desire for you is thrilling, exhilarating, making laughter bubble up in your chest, shaky with need. “If we keep this up, I’ll leave this refresher looking like we did exactly what we’re doing in here right now. You at least have the helmet.”

His groan buzzes against your lips, hand on the back of your neck moving to grab your hip, pull you tighter to his thigh. “Is that supposed to deter me?”

“Crikking hells.” Your cunt clenches at his words, the pressure of his thigh against your clit, arousal rocketing up so fast you’re dizzy with it. “Cara is definitely going to say something about this.”

He sucks a kiss into the underside of your jaw. “Then I’ll tell her it’s your fault. So beautiful I couldn’t help myself.”

Pfassk. This man is almost too much. 

Never enough. 

You tilt your lips to find his, scraping his scalp with your fingernails as you kiss him deep, share your giddy laughter with him. “Did you steal that line from those HoloNet dramas you love?”

A pause, the sound of his thoughts turning almost audible. “Maybe. Would that make you the tempting seductress who turns my life upside down?”

Your gasp of surprise is muffled by another press of his lips. There’s no way he happened to guess a common plot point in those stories. “You just gave me so much ammunition for future banter, I hope you know that.”

A familiar soft coo drifts through the door, then Cara’s voice, muffled but obviously trying to convince the kid to go back into Greef’s office, fading as they leave the reception area again.

Arousal fades, awareness of the press of time and nearness of others dulling its edges. 

Din sighs, and you comb your fingers through his hair soothingly, letting your own disappointment filter into your voice. “It seems the search party is out.”

“It seems so.” He kisses you a final time before pulling away, a soft shuffle of movement telling you he’s slipping the helmet back into place. 

A quick once-over to pull your clothes back into place, then you’re following him out of the refresher and into the magistrate’s office. 

Cara is holding the kid, chatting with Greef as you enter. Her dark gaze flickers over you, almost immediately glinting with amusement. 

She clicks her tongue. “Hormone-riddled teenagers.”

You clear your throat, pretending not to hear her as the kid reaches for Din, babbling excitedly. 

Greef glances up from his desk, brows drawn in the hint of a scowl. “Where did you two disappear to for so long? I received a transmission from my contact, I’ll pull it up on the holo.”

He keys the command into the holo console and an image pops up - a star system, cluster of planets around a single sun. 

The coordinates flash in the corner of the display, and recognition skips your heartbeat. “The Pax system?”

Greef rests his hands on his hips. “My contact said they would send me the coordinates of the planet they had confirmed Mandalorian sightings on. I suppose a backwater system is the best place if you’re in hiding.”

Din takes a step toward the holo, black visor intent on the image. “An uninhabited planet on a backwater system is even better.”

Your gaze finds the dwarf planet you’d stayed on so long ago. “No, you don’t think… that’s almost too much of a coincidence.”

Cara looks between the two of you. “What’s special about this planet?”

Din shifts the kid into the crook of his arm. “We stayed there some time ago. Temperate climate, forests and canyons that would make excellent cover.”

She shrugs one shoulder. “Sounds ideal for laying low.”

You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. “Sure, but it’s still an entire planet to search. Where do we start?”

The helmet turns to look at you, flashing in the light of the holo display. “Maybe your friends can help.”

“My friends - the tree-dwellers?” You raise an eyebrow. “They’re just animals. I don’t think I can walk up to them and ask if they’ve seen any excessively armoured two-legged creatures around lately.”

His huff of laughter filters through the modulator, drawing looks of surprise from Cara and Greef. 

It takes you a moment to realize they’ve probably never heard him laugh before. 

Warmth blooms in your chest. 

One of the many marks you’ve made on each other. 

Din reaches into one of the pouches on his belt and pulls out the durasteel splinter. “This might help.”

You hold out your hand as he drops it into your palm, some thought flickering at the edge of your mind. It sputters out, and you frown, reaching for it again, pulling the idea into the forefront, something is there, something about the durasteel splinter… 

Your own voice startles you - so lost in thought you didn’t realize you’d started speaking. “Tree-dwellers like them typically have a home area they don’t like to stray far from. The more solitary breeds tend to have a wider range, but these guys live in packs. I’d say they have a den somewhere, probably a permanent one, and they wouldn’t go far from it, maybe less than ten kilometres. So that means the one I pulled this splinter from picked it up somewhere within a ten kilometre radius from where we were.”

Looking at the holo, you reach over and key in the command to enlarge the dwarf planet, gaze pinpointing the forest where you had stayed, darting over the surrounding area, catching on the canyon you’d come across during your brief solo exploration.

You point to the jagged image of the canyon. “There, only a few kilometres from where we were. It’s fairly deep, with trees and rock outcroppings covering the canyon floor. Hard to infiltrate on foot and good cover from an aerial view.”

Greef claps his hands once, pulling you out of your musings. “Seems like as good a place as any to start.”

You glance at Din, suddenly aware of the weight of his gaze. The helmet is tilted slightly, shoulders relaxed, weight shifted to one foot as he takes you in. 

There’s something confident, proud, about his stance that pulls your chest tight.

Cara rests a hand on your shoulder, smiling. “I’ll help you load up those supplies before you hit the black.”

You return her smile, looking back to the holo one last time. 

That little planet - where you had sat with Din under the stars and shared your childhood dreams of freedom. 

Where he had told you his name, removed his armour in front of you for the first time. 

Where you had pulled away the last barrier of your own clothing and he had touched your naked back with more tenderness than anyone else ever had. 

It had been a beginning of sorts. A step toward where you are now, that ever-present buzz of anxiety quieted, dulled by the gentle pulse of acknowledged love. 

Now, you were returning there, following the trail of someone who might belong to Din’s tribe. His people. 

Something cold hardens in the pit of your stomach. 

A jumble of emotions, twisting and turning and -

Realization rushes through your body, prickles over your skin. 

This is what you’d felt, back on the Razor Crest. When Din had first told you that Greef had news of the whereabouts of some Mandalorians. 

All those emotions you had tried to decipher, failed, put aside to pick through later.

A night of drink and laughter and intimacy had pushed them to the back of your mind, but now, looking at the holo of that dwarf planet, you feel them.

Apprehension. 

Dread. 

Fear. 

His people. 

Not like you. 

You’re not Mandalorian. And you’re not a child, like the kid, accepted by a people who place high priority on children and foundlings. 

Sure, Din says you’re part of his clan. 

But what happens when he’s reunited with the people who saved his life, raised him as one of their own, instilled in him a deep-seated loyalty to their kind? 

What happens if they disagree with him?

*****

Mando’a translations

Tionas - question

Aliit - clan, Mandalorian equivalent of family 

*****

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[stars-and-cows]

Omg Shima post!?!?!?!?!? I'm still a newbie when it comes to writing so sorry if some things don't make sense/are badly written, I'm working on becoming better. I really appreciate any critique you have and no, I won't get offended (yes I am aware I mess up times a lot, English is hard). Enjoy

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"The guilt" part 1

The red filled the sight as she opened her eyes. The whole vision was blurry from the tears that were still forming and running down her face. The body of her aunt was massacred, forcefully ripped in half. The eyes lost all of their shine and became as lifeless as those of the doll. Her hand was still in the same position as she remembered her aunt being when she was still alive. Her desperate reaching out, with the hand now only millimetres away from Shima's face.

Her grip was still in a book that caused it all. She managed to grab it only seconds before this whole mess.

"It was supposed to be you" She heard repeated over and over again in her head. It couldn't be right, it just couldn't. Her aunt couldn't have said that. She must have imagined it all from the fear. Surely.

Once the dead body finally fell on the face, she saw a tall man dressed in blue. He was blocking the exit, looking around the room but he didn't seem to notice Shima. At least just yet.

She slowly got up a bit, but the tiniest sound gave her away. The man quickly turned his head towards her. All the left working instincts of Shima told her to run. As she got up and moved away from the spot she was sitting in he reached there with his hand. Shima just barely avoided a big, sharp ice that grew in the place he reached to. Only her cheek was lightly scratched in it all. If she didn't move at all, she would be dead.

The man moved away, walking towards the dead body. But all Shima was thinking about was that he unlocked the exit. She threw herself to the door. The man reached out again, trying his best to catch Shimla with his ice spikes. She was shaking and crying but the adrenaline rush was still strong enough for her to grab the doorknob and shut the door behind her. Once she closed it, she heard and felt the spikes. He accidentally cut himself off from exiting.

Shima immediately ran away, hiding in the labyrinth of the bookshelves. Soon after she heard the door being destroyed completely. If she had stood there for any longer... The thought was just too cruel to think about. She used all of her remaining strength to run as far as she could but the adrenaline was slowly wearing off. One careless step and she tripped. The fall left her now not only crying but bleeding from her nose.

It was all hopeless. What could she, an 11 year old scared kid, do? Just wait for this stranger to kill her? Just like he did with her aunt? She hugged the book closer. The memories of her and her aunt came back. Their time spent reading books from their shared favourite author. The time she made Shima feel valuable. For the first time she was irreplaceable. And now it will all be taken away? She knew life was cruel, her parents used to tell her that all the time, but this was truly miserable.

The book started slowly pulsing. Like a heart would. Shima shook off her worries just for a moment to check why it was. The book was magical too, right? Maybe there was a solution to all this after all. She promised herself to never give up and she wasn't the type to break promises.

She quickly riffled through the pages to find something useful. The footsteps were getting louder and louder. Until the man appeared right behind her. She didn't have the strength to look at him. The words on the pages began to slowly merge and twist. Her tears made it basically impossible to read. Her fingers shaking from the fear were also slowly losing their ability to properly hold and turn over the pages.

But when all the hope was lost she saw a big circle in the middle of the book. Like her and her aunt made for the summoning. It was flickering. And though her eyes were all wet from crying and the blood that was dripping out of the stitches of the book, she managed to see a text at the very bottom.

"4 summons left"

She could feel fingers slowly grabbing her shoulder. In the last ditch of effort she threw the book behind her at the man. She covered her face with her hands to not witness the last blow that would be dealt to her. But instead of that, she heard a bunch of books falling, a man and... Another person screaming? Some bookshelves even came crashing down. The curiosity got the better of her and she opened her eyes.

In front of her eyes was the man from before, stuck to the wall, kept with a huge chunk of ice. And right next to him was another person. By his four eyes and four arms it was obvious her plan worked and she summoned him. It was definitely something to celebrate, she's still alive after all. But now she's stuck with not one, but two magical... People? The second one looked nothing like a human. Twice as many problems.

The... thing, came up to her with a big smile. They had blood on their face and religious clothes. Though it was barely visible on the dark pattern that was going through the right side of their skin. Three eyes, all on the right side of the head, all opened up revealing dark scleras. Shima wanted to run away again but her body was refusing to move. And the thing was getting even closer.

"I'm sorry, I don't know..." She started only to be cut off by the thing bowing to her. It was definitely a sight. They slowly lifted their head and smiled at Shima.

"Thank you my lord!"

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

I mean Hibiki’s death here was heart-wrenching but really, going through that part of the story made me appreciate just how much both you and Bubbles gave to someone considered underutilized. Even though she’s been in the blog for a short while, it was nice getting to talk to her again without having to fear her sister causing her to relapse before the big climax. Granted by the time I’m writing this, she’s being put through the wringer again just after she finally managed to move on from her sister in ASOOT, but at this point the best thing I can do now is just move on and see where things go from here. If there’s any consolation prize, at least Mukuro’s confirmed alive and Kanade is burning in hell…

Painfully.

//One thing about A Student Out Of Time that has been prevalent for the however many years Bubbles has been writing it is that you can tell he adores Hibiki almost as much as I adore the likes of Mahiru and Kuripa.

//At this point in the story, she's become more of the deuteragonist than Chiaki has. And what's interesting about it is that while she's certainly gotten some development in that story, she's still fundamentally the same character that she was in the original SDRA2.

//The key difference is that Kanade is no longer present with her at all times, which means not only is she no longer getting abused and manipulated, but she's not being overshadowed by her more confident psycho sister anymore.

//For Survivor, I wanted to portray Kanade and Hibiki at their best (or worst in Kanade's case) but create a much needed divide between the twins.

//Ironically, Hibiki and Kanade being identical twin sisters has always been the worst part about their characters. Because it only exists for a plotline where they both die together, and by the end of it, Hibiki barely has any character compared to Kanade who has too much of one.

//In this story, both sisters get to shine on their own merits; Hibiki as the righteous one struggling with survivors guilt, and coming to terms with what's happened to her and how she can move on and get help for it, and Kanade getting to show off just how much of a nasty little fuck she really is, no longer needing to hold the yoke of oppression.

//Their time on the blog was indeed short, but I think they both really went a long way.

-Mod

[acequinz]

Seeing people calling Daiji and Keiwa villains.

As if they aren't just two people who had their entire world view rocked and broken to the point they were barely left with anything, so they tried to cling on to what they knew in desperation and fear of losing everything.

It makes them very frustrating people cause they are supposed to be, they are characters whose ideals the show actively shatters but they aren't villains.

Their reasonings and steps don't make sense, because they aren't supposed to. They are just supposed to be characters who lived their life believing in one thing, being proud of that one thing and then being told that one thing was wrong all along and their ideals are wrong and messed up.

Which ended up messing them up.

Does this mean they are good? At their heart and base of their character? Yes. They just want to help even if that help comes in a fucked up way because just like the crumbling ideals, they have lost their way.

Here's what I think is Keiwa's mentality in the show.

From the start we know Keiwa has big ideals, but he doesn't have a path to attain those.

He wishes for world peace, even in his job interview and the way he does, seems like a kids wish. There is hope in it and even faith but the reality is missing. The reality of a proper path towards that ideal/desire.

Then DGP comes into the picture and Keiwa finally has a path.

Even then he hesitates, questions the path repeatedly and every time Ace is there, supportive and understanding even respectful. You need to work hard for your ideal/desire.

Then comes the time when he finally comes to trust the DGP in a way, he is determined to walk the path and now the world is screaming that it is a wrong path, but Keiwa has been walking this path and it seems like the surest and best way to his ideal/desire.

But then the path is full of blood and what can he do now?

The right answer would have been to accept that the path was wrong and back out and leave, but then what about the others who are already lost to the path? Is there a way to bring them back???

The only answer to that would be to reach the end of the path. But how to walk down that path when you know it's wrong and bad?

You blame the creator of the path and continue to walk with the will for your own desire.

Is it still the wrong path? Yes.

But is there any other path? No.

And the only way to escape the guilt of having participated in this, for having made the choice to ever become a part of it, you cling to the same thing. Because there's still a tiny little ray of hope that makes you believe that things can be better, that they can still be saved.

The creator still seems ugly to you, they are wrong people but you are consuming it with the right intentions so you can't be wrong. (Or that's what you tell yourself so you don't come to hate yourself.)

Just because the artist is bad, doesn't mean the art is as well. Which is what I think Keiwa believes.

Art is what you interpret it to be.

At least that is how I think Keiwa is justifying his own actions or losing himself to those thoughts.

We know he has a big guilty conscience.

Only getting Tanuki Soba because he doesn't want his sister to pay a hefty sum on him, she's already taken so much care of him. He can't even get a job.

Then, is fighting the only option? That man wanted to save his son, he deserved to win too.

Have the jyamato been real people all this time and have I been killing/hurting actual people.

He's the type to let guilt control him. And then you put in the fact that he participated in something that was fucking everyone over?

That amount of guilt would drive most people crazy and it did, his ideals were shattered right before he died when he saw someone he saved, be the reason of someone else's death and then he comes back and sees his sister stuck in the same cruel games and knows it would break her like it did you him.

The one person that Keiwa wanted to protect is in the worst possible situation because of him!

The game needs to pay. The DGP needs to pay but not before he saves the people that were lost along the way, because it's the only thing he can think of to alleviate his own guilt.

Is that self serving? Yes absolutely

But your ideal world is always worth fighting for right?

This is by no means a justification for his actions. But also we can't call him a villain because as frustrating as it is, it is not villainous. He's not going out of his way to hurt people or kill people, he wants the bad guys to pay for their sins and save the other people who were lost.

Anyway what Keiwa needs is therapy to deal with the guilt, maybe even the survivor complex.

As for daiji well... That would be a separate post altogether.