#i think i just moved on too quickly and didn't allow myself time & space to grieve. that's why he keeps popping up in my thoughts now & then

[elenadoeslife]

your first love hits different

[lanadelnegan]

Hi there! This is my first time doing an ask so I hope I'm doing it correctly! If you want to, can you do dead city Negan x female reader who is traveling with Maggie and she and Maggie had been friends even before Glenn and she used to be in Rick's group and Negan really liked her in the later seasons but never did anything about it until he was traveling with her and Maggie and then they end up talking and having sex? If you don't want to do this, just ignore!

are you kidding me? YES. I've been wanting to do dead city negan so I am so excited for this one. Hope you love it. xx

Knock Knock

DeadCity!Negan x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, dead city season 1 spoilers, vaginal sex (riding), hot hot hot smut.

"Knock knock.... I said.. knock knock." I glance around the corner to see Negan bashing a man's head through the glass windows.

"Butter." He answers himself. ".... Butter who? Well you butter get out your umbrellas cause it is about to goddamn rain." I watch from a distance as he slices the man's throat and blood sprays down from the second floor down.

He throws the man over the railing before turning back towards Maggie and me. I lock eyes with him and I... think I finally get him.

"Move! Go!" He quickly leads the three of us away from the chaos. Although my brain switches to survival mode, I'm still somehow hyper aware of the fact that Negan's hand doesn't leave my lower back the entire time we're running.

I've always been physically attracted to Negan, although I'd never admit that to anyone, especially Maggie. I've known Maggie longer than anyone from our group and I love her like a sister... And I loved Glenn like a brother.

The day we met Negan, our lives changed forever. I told myself I'd never fall for anyone, because I couldn't allow myself to ever go through the pain I had to watch Maggie go through... That we all had to go through. I try not to get attached to many people because my biggest fear is losing the people I love.

I don't forgive Negan, but watching what he did earlier.. I think I understand who he is now. His charisma is his weapon. And it works.

"....... y/n ...... "Y/n?!" I snap my head towards Maggie's voice. "Why are you staring at him like that?!" She whispers angrily at me.

I look back at Negan sleeping on the mattress on the floor next to us. We managed to escape and found a small abandoned space to allow us to rest for a bit. We - well, I.. offered to let Negan sleep first since he's refused to shut his eyes once since we got here two days ago.

And as I sit here staring at him, I can't help but think.. he trusts us to look after things while he sleeps. We could slit his throat right now, but he.. trusts us. And we're seriously turning him in to the Croat? I'd do anything to get Hershel back and I don't blame Maggie for what she's doing. But.. tricking him seems.. wrong. He agreed to help because he wanted to.. because he cares.. and we're using him. My stomach aches at the thought.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Maggie snaps again.

I glance at her before staring at the floor in front of me. There's no point in explaining my thoughts to her. Nothing is going to stop her plan, and I don't even know if I want her to stop the plan. I want Hershel back too. I just wish there was another way that didn't involve.. hurting him.

"I don't know what your problem is, y/n. But you've barely said a word since yesterday. Get it together. Remember the plan... I'm going to search the building to see our exit options. Stay here and keep your eyes on him.. since you don't seem to have a problem doing that."

I ignore her attitude and continue staring at the floor as she walks past me, leaving me in the quiet room with Negan.

When the door click shuts, Negan lets out a loud sigh and my eyes widen at him. His eyes are still shut but he finally speaks. "She's right, ya know?"

I stare at him, waiting for him to explain what he means. "You have been weird since yesterday. What's on your mind, girl?"

"Why would I tell you?"

He turns his eyes towards me, still laying on his back with his hand resting behind his head.

"When are you gonna drop the act, y/n?"

"What act?"

"The one where you pretend you don't want my dick."

I scoff and lean forward. "You can't be serious. The only one here who knows how to put on a show.. is you."

"And how is that exactly?"

I think about his little performance earlier. ".... You pretend you're some scary badass so that people will be scared of you. You put on these little shows so people think you're crazy and end up giving in to you."

He just laughs. "I don't have to pretend to be a badass, darlin'."

I roll my eyes, annoyed that he missed the point.

He eyes me curiously. "And so what if I put on a show? It works, don't it?" His grin stretches wider.

"Yeah, you did a great job traumatizing our entire community. Congrats, Negan."

His smirk slowly fades and he sits up on the mattress, his back leaning against the wall behind him.

"Y/n, how many times do I have say I'm sorry? I live with the guilt every goddamn day. Isn't that punishment enough?"

I scoff. "You could get down on your knees and beg and it still wouldn't be enough."

His eyebrows raise playfully at my suggestion but I ignore him.

"Look, Negan. I'm probably the only one in our group that has any empathy towards you. And I'm not proud to admit that. But the times we live in.. I know that people have to do things in order to survive. Not that what you did was okay, but.. I.. I get it now."

He just nods acceptingly, so I get up, my ass numb from sitting on the hard floor. I grab a granola bar out of my backpack and go sit next to him on the mattress.

"I'm sitting here because my ass hurts, not because I want to be next to you." I explain before taking a bite out of my granola bar. I offer him the rest and he accepts it. We sit in silence for a moment before we look at each other.

I can't help but study his face, noticing the gray hairs spread throughout his beard. He has more wrinkles around his eyes than the "old Negan" and it gives him a softer look than before. For a moment I let myself imagine what it would be like to be with him and forget all the bad he's done.

"What are you thinking about right now?" He deep voice is barely above a whisper and I don't miss the way his eyes quickly dart to my mouth.

Before I give myself time come to my senses, I lean forward and press my lips to his. I can tell he's caught off guard but he eventually kisses me back, allowing my tongue to slide past his lips. I moan softly into his mouth before pulling back just enough to look at him and observe his reaction. His hazel brown eyes are blown with lust as he waits for my next move.

I know this is wrong but that somehow makes me want him more. I crash my lips against his again, kissing him harder this time. He turns his body more towards mine and brings his hand to the back of my neck to deepen our kiss.

Before I get too carried away, I stand up, walking to the door and shoving a couch in front of it just in case Maggie comes back soon.

Fuck... Maggie. Guilt washes over me and I stand still, contemplating what the fuck I'm doing with my life.

This is the apocalypse. People do bad things.. unforgiveable things. That's just the world we live in. I give myself a mental pep talk and take my shirt off before I can change my mind. I slide my pants down and kick them to the side before walking back over to Negan.

I stand over him as he sits with his back against the wall and his legs stretched out in front of him.

He pats his lap and smirks up at me. "Have a seat, darlin'."

I sit down, straddling his lap with my knees on either side of him on the mattress. His large, rough hands grip my hips and he looks up at me. My lips find their way back to his again and I bring my hands up, cupping his face as I allow myself to get lost in the taste of his mouth.

He groans softly and I feel him grow underneath me. I break the kiss to look down between us and notice the large bulge in his pants.

"Your dick better be as big as you act like it is." I warn him while unbuttoning his pants. His hands remain glued to my hips and he smirks up at me, like he wants to see my face when I see his dick for the first time.

I unzip his pants and pull out his fully erect cock. He's long, heavy and thick in my hand and my mouth slightly drops open at the sight of it.

"See, darlin'? It wasn't an act." I can't tear my eyes away from it long enough to see his proud grin stretched across his handsome face.

I'm pretty sure my cheeks are just as red as the tip right now. While I'm admiring him, I feel his hand reach for my ass and squeeze before he slowly slips his fingers underneath my panties from behind. The tip of his middle finger finds my already soaked opening and he pushes his finger in me, causing me to moan while he chuckles darkly.

His finger slides out of me before he brings it up to his mouth, sucking my juices off. "God, baby." He moans at the taste, rolling his eyes back in his head dramatically. "You taste fucking amazing."

I blush at the sight of him tasting me and lift myself up over him until he's at my entrance. His hands are back on my hips as he guides me, looking down between us. He watches himself disappear inside of me and groans with satisfaction.

"Fuuuuck, baby. Look. At. That."

I slowly slide down on him before stopping half way.

"Come on doll, you can take more than that." He encourages me.

I try to sit all the way down on him but it hurts too bad. I've never had something in me so deep and there's still a good three more inches to go. I shake my head, "Negan.. I can't. It's too big."

He laughs and bends his knees, his feet resting on the mattress now, before thrusting up into me without warning. I gasp at the sudden pain.

"Just had to break the barrier, baby." He smiles up at me and I almost slap him before I realize I'm now able to slide down on his length all the way to his balls. I feel every inch of him pressed tightly against my inner walls. My arms wrap around his shoulders as I rock myself back and forth, trying my best to make room for him, but he fills the space inside of me completely.

He groans from the sensation and bites down on the skin between my neck and shoulder. I'm too caught up in how good this feels to worry about him leaving a mark on me.

My pussy pulses at how good he feels in me and he must feel it because he lets out another satisfied groan.

"Fuck darlin', if you squeeze me any tighter I'm not gonna be able to control myself."

I lean back a little, my arms still holding onto him and look into his eyes. I adjust, allowing myself to easily bounce up and down on his cock now. He slams my hips down on him roughly with each bounce and the feeling of his tip pushing against my cervix over and over causes my face to flush red and the butterflies in my stomach to travel south. My mouth is dropped open slightly as I stare at him, unable to even form a sound. I'm not a virgin by any means, but this feels like nothing I've ever experienced in my life.

He stares back at me grinning like he can hear my thoughts. "Let me hear you, baby. How good does daddy make you feel?"

"So. Fucking. Good. Oh my goddd." I bounce on him faster and moan loudly.

"That's it, baby." He grunts out. "Such a good fucking girl."

"Negan.. I'm-" I can't even finish my sentence before my orgasm catapults me into another dimension. He watches my face closely as I come apart around him.

The sound of walkers suddenly appear behind the door and I hear Maggie coming down the hall, stabbing them one by one.

"Oh fuck." My eyes widen as I look at him. I try to jump off him but he slams me back down on him.

"No way baby, you're finishing what you started."

I panic when I hear her get closer. "Negan!" I whisper yell at him. "Fuck.. just.. cum in me!"

This time his eyes widen at me.

"We don't have time to clean up!" I explain. "Cum in me. Now."

He thrusts up into a couple more times before his hips halt and I feel his dick pulsing inside me over and over. His head is dropped back against the wall as he cums and I watch him bite his bottom lip to suppress his moans.

I quickly jump off him and set a world record with how fast I throw my clothes on. Negan shoves himself back in his pants and zips them up. I move the couch from the doorway and fling the door open, helping Maggie finish off the rest of the walkers.

She looks at me annoyed while she shoves past me. "What the hell took you so long to come help?!"

I follow Maggie back into the room. She finds Negan laying on his back again with his eyes shut, like he never moved an inch before eyeing me suspiciously. Warm liquid suddenly pools uncomfortably in my underwear and I shrug at her, biting back a grin at the sight of Negan "sleeping."

He really is a good actor.

This was so fun to write. Thank you for the request!!!

[sunsetsimon]

i’ve been lurking through your page for the past few days and i’m screaming, crying, kicking my feet at simon. ANYWAYS— i’ve had a scary interaction yesterday evening when i parked my car and a guy opened my door when i was gathering my things from the passenger seat.

i screamed, which made him flinch and i was able to close the door and lock myself in. he banged my window and kept on trying to talk to me until he finally left.

i had a full blown panic attack and it took my 20 minutes to gather enough courage to get out and run home.

what’s scarier is that i am four months along w/ my bsf’s baby (USE PROTECTION KIDS, ONE SILLY MISTAKE AND YOU LOSE YOUR BSF AND FEEL LIKE A WHALE) and i don’t have anyone to call/reach so…… now… i can only think of reader experiencing this, but being able to call simon and him just comforting her afterwards and coming to save her <3 ugh i need a simon in my life hahahah

anyways—— sorry if this was weird and a strange word vomit too, feel free to ignore!! stay safe 🫶🏼

— momanon 🧞‍♀️

HOLY FUCKING SHIT. i'm so glad you're okay ugh that's terrifying!!! and i hope you have the happiest and healthiest pregnancy ever <333 mwah!

simon is fucking fuming, he can't think of the last time he was this riled up, ready to split this guy down the middle. your hands are shaking as you call him, struggling to hold your phone up to your ear, voice trembling as you speak. the line goes silent, all you hear is quick shuffling of what you can only assume is simon grabbing his keys to come to you.

“what does he look like? which direction is he walking to? what is he wearing?” firing off question after question, picturing all the ways he can send this man to his maker. of course you’re shaken, thoughts twisted from pure shock and adrenaline.

“don’t fucking move,” he orders you, and you can hear the loud acceleration of his car, driving way over the speed limit, running stop signs, tunnel visioned on getting to you.

he’s there faster than you can really process, his energy completely different. simon’s demeanor is dark, intimidating, enough to pull you out of your shock. his eyes are scanning the parking lot, searching for anyone who fits the description of the man.

“are you okay?” he asks, opening your door to pull you into his arms.

he holds you against his chest, taking deep breaths to coax you into calming down, his chest rising and falling in tempo with yours. his warm hand rests on your tummy, rubbing lightly as if he was soothing the baby.

“yeah that was just… scary,” you say, observing the cars around you once more. it's you and simon, and a woman about your age walking down the rows of cars. keys and purse in hand, she quickly passes you and gets in a blue car parked a few spaces down. though she didn't give you a second glance, simon watched her like a hawk, brown eyes scanning for the man lurking around.

"m'never letting you go anywhere alone again. especially while carryin' my kid with you," he huffs as the woman shuts her car door, quickly backing out and leaving. you're gathering your things, filling your bag with everything that had spilled in your fright, flinging things around while locking the door.

simon guides you out of your car by your hand, holding his other arm out to help stabilize you if you need it. grabbing the bag from you, he kisses your forehead and walks on your heels the entire way. from then on, he keeps his promise of not allowing you to go anywhere alone, always by your side to protect you.

[krizariel]

Follow up to this post At first Tim was silent, seemingly taking in his surroundings. He seemed weary for some reason and Jason didn't know what to say first. Talking to Tim had never been this difficult, but its been so long hoping for him to wake up and then he beat him to it

"Who are you?"

Jason was at loss of words at first because he did not see that coming. Granted, with the brain injury it was a big possibility but- Tim was staring at him wearily and Jason didn't want to make him any more uncomfortable.

"I'm Jason"

" I… see."

"I'll call the nurse" And Jason quickly left the room to call for help.

-----

The news of Tim waking up flew fast and promptly he was receiving many visitors. The doctor said Tim's mental faculties appear to be fine, other than the amnesia. It is likely temporary considering that nothing appears to be wrong with his brain. He just needs time and go into physical therapy and to remain in observation but after that he should be able to go back to his normal life. So Jason took this as a chance.

He'd be there for him this time, even if he doesn't remember. Maybe life is giving him a chance to start over and do things right.

At first Tim was weary of him. Where he was talkative with others, his answers were curt and didn't make any small talk. That was ok though, Jason is nothing if not stubborn.

He still kept visiting him, he kept bringing him flowers and asked the questions he told himself he'd ask.

Jason brought books to read to Tim until he'd fall asleep. Slowly Tim began to open up more.

Jason tried to come most days but sometimes he'd just sneak through the window after patrol. Tim would look at him surprised because it was so late (or too early) and bringing food with him because the hospital food sucks.

"I wish I could move better already. I feel so…weak and powerless, still being unable to leave this place on my own."

"Then come with me." Jason said.

"What? I can't leave right now plus if we leave the nurses will see you and will kick you out."

"Trust me, we will be out and back and no one will notice"

As promised, Jason took them both outside while he carried Tim. They'd walk around the gardens or would go to the roof. When Tim's legs give in, Jason would just carry him around. At first the pretty bird was skittish and didn't want to be held but then as his legs were genuinely too tired he accepted the help.

Sometimes he'd feel Tim snuggling closer and clinging harder onto him and Jason couldn't help but revel on the attention as much as he could.

Before he thought he didn't deserve this. Any of it.

The thought of being with someone was too distant, too foreign he didn't even entertain the idea of a romantic relationship. He didn't think he could allow himself to have that. But now... this feels different and maybe it was okay to enjoy it.

----

Then of course, because life is a bitch, everything went crashing down.

Jason had gotten close, maybe too close for Tim's comfort and Tim just…snapped.

"I can't keep doing this"

"What do you mean?"

"I lied. I do remember you. Everything. I always had."

"What the hell Tim? Why!?"

"For you maybe it had been plenty of time but for me… It hadn't been long since I had my feelings thrown back at my face. I understood why you did it. That didn't mean it didn't hurt and I needed some distance so I could get over it. It's normal for people to need space. So when you showed up, the last person I wanted to see was you. It hurt seeing you talking to me so freely like you hadn't just walk all over my feelings for you.

Maybe it was stupid but at the time I thought feigning memory loss would deter you from coming back. Would make make it easier for you to get tired and leave for the time being. I knew I'd still see you but I thought…it was a temporary solution. Desperate, stupid one. But you kept coming. You kept visiting me. I'd wake up and I'd see you and I started to enjoy your presence but I'm done. I don't want to keep lying to myself so what the hell are we doing?!"

Jason felt cold. Like suddenly the floor below him disappeared. But of course…of course he never had a chance.

"So what I'm hearing is that I hurt you again."

Tim was looking straight up at him. He looked pained to have this conversation but resolute nonetheless. Have I been hurting you all this time?

"I'm sorry. I know I can't take what I said back. At first what hit me was a sense of loss…of never making things up to you. For you to be gone and all I'd remember of you was your face as I hurt you even if at the time I thought it was for the best..."

"I'm so sorry Tim. I kept coming back because I wanted to make it up to you and-"

"So pity it is"

"What?"

"Jason maybe you had plenty of time to think about getting to know me and cool down but for me it had only been days since you threw my feelings right back at my face with raw honesty. I'd like to…. work again together, continue being allies, be friends even…"

"Friends…"

"But right now all I need is time and space. There's a lot I need to process…a lot of my life I've lost and I need to catch up with it all. You are a reminder of my feelings for you and that's the last thing I want to think of right now. So please… if you mean it when you say you care... then leave."

Part 3

[sillyromance]

Heres a fun request. How about heatwave being stubborn and clingy to his prey?(aka the reader?)

Good day, dear anonymous!

I'm really sorry that it took so long to write this - I was emotionally burn out, so it was hard to force myself doing anything... However, finally, It's finished!

Hope you enjoy!

The deal.

- Hey, let me out!

-...

- "Earth calls Heatwave!"

- Nope.

- Heatwave, it's not right! I can't sit here all day!

- I said "No"! You'll stay in there as long as it's needed. You're grounded after all!

You kicked the wall in front and frowned, crossing your arms.

Pumpkin head! He won't get away with this...

You almost fell into the fire while helping him and Kade to put it out from a building in the center of the town that morning. You was caught just in time, coughing out smoke getting into your lungs and violently eating your eyes. Though you didn’t quite understand what happened because literally at the next moment you were thrown into the pitch darkness. Something big and wet was moving quickly underneath, efficiently coating you in sticky liquid rapidly pouring into the room. That was a minute when you figured out the situation. But, before you could even think to protest, the bot's glossa bent deftly - you shrieked, sliding down like a skier via icy snow. Your legs and torso were unceremoniously dragged into tight, humid space with a powerful, demanding gulp, your arms securely held to your sides. So, the only thing that could do was to grunt in irritation as your huge robotic partner forced you down his throat, tracing a moving bulge passing through his thick neck and chest - and feeling as you were wriggling grumpily.

You arrived in the fueltank. Being released from the uncomfortably strong grip of the esophagus, you stretched your arms and legs, then curled up, allowing the organ to give you its usual snuggly "check-up". Frankly, it wasn't so bad; you relaxed, adrenaline leisurely washing away from your veins and your pulse normalizing. The walls gleamed with soft blue glow; its deep, calm hue was the best treatment for your sore eyes. Cool air flowing around Heatwave's internals healed your poisoned lungs. The living metal kneaded upon your tiny form, harmless gurgles and confident, measured sparkbeat being soothing and luring as always. You even gave yourself a chance to pass out for a half of an hour or so; this short sleep session refreshed you perfectly after the great distress you experienced.

However... As you woke up, you began to wonder. Time was passing, and so impatience was slowly growing in your chest. Of course, it was good to take a break from everything, but you had never been a lazy butt! Peace, when it lasts for too long, is demoralizing and fatal for a person, especially for as energetic one as you were. So, finally, you couldn't wait any longer. And even if you wasn’t so active – everyone could get bored sitting cooped up and thinking if they were getting out at all!

That was when you two had this short conversation.

You knew, he was just too caring even if he didn't want to admit it. Heatwave could be deadly annoying and irascible, sometimes even rude; despite all his positive characteristics all the people around were absolutely agree on the point that he had an unbearably "hot" temper.

Regardless, no one else could be as thoughtful and caring as he was to those he loved, especially to you. No doubt, dating someone like him could cause terrible headaches... But these relationships truly worth it.

And still, that time he crossed the line.

- Jerk... - You crawled away from the front wall as far as you could and sat down in the corner, hugging your knees. You saw the silhouette of his servo searching for you from the outside, but you was too exasperated to let him touch you now.

Slight swaying of your chamber stopped; he stood still.

- I can hear everything, you know? - The mech grunted; it was simple to recognize he was insulted.

- Very glad to know. Live with it. - You hissed. Temptation to hit him once more was strong, however you kept yourself from this action. There was no need in pushing the limits of his patience.

Heatwave just snorted and continued… whatever he was doing. You could only catch muffed sounds of your friends' voices laughing and chatting outside. Though, it was clear that the building would require modernization; well, Boulder and Graham would be glad to provide good help with that. The fire was gone, all people were safe and sound...

Suddenly, you recalled the moment when that damn board cracked under your feet and you almost collapsed right into the flame. You didn't even have time to get frightened back then. However, the vivid memory made your heart skip a beat. The suit wouldn't let your body to get burnt instantly... But it didn't mean you could escape easily either. What if you was alone? The wall was high enough as well as the risks that you would break an arm or a leg if you truly fell down. Toxic gases, heat, injuries and tormenting death were the real things which awaited you at that hell. So, didn't your lover do the right thing encapsulating you here? Of course, it seemed a little bit extreme. But his reaction was purely logical after all.

While such thoughts were circulating in your head, the atmosphere outside calmed down. Quite soon it became obvious you and Heatwave stayed alone. He was walking; considering the distance between the area of the accident and the location of the base, you felt even more grateful to him for not transforming into the vehicle mode - though it wouldn't do you any damage, such experience couldn't be called pleasant since you would be thrown into the walls for a hundred times...

You gave the fueltank a softer look. You did come here often, actually. This wrinkly, warm room turned into your private spot where Heatwave sometimes hid you from the rest of the world. He wasn't a fan of going out like other couples did; he must be thinking it was ruining his authority and the image of a severe, stoic bot he always tried to be. However, you two found a way to satisfy your great need in cuddles without Heatwave feeling embarrassed – and going even more red than he had already been.

... That was the reason why there were moments when you "disappeared" from the station. Although, everyone knew (or predicted) where you could be found.

It was like a piece of cake to forget about all the troubles while lying in the bed of alive squishy flesh and listening to the sounds of complicated work happening around. The mech didn't admit this, but he liked the sensation of your weight moving around his fueltank and giving him some nice internal rubs; your presence stabilized his thoughts, made him confident and calm because he was "in charge" of the situation. Losing control was Heatwave's the greatest fear. But feeling you inside him, under the layers of his thick armor, in the place no one could reach you provided him with a comforting knowledge of full responsibility. Nothing could go wrong – he wouldn't allow it.

Protection. All the autobots had sworn to protect humanity, but here was an exceptional situation. You inevitably felt that it was safe to rely on the red bot since the very first day of your partnership with Heatwave. He did everything in his powers to defend you no matter secretly or officially. As he was opening up for you and you both were carefully growing feelings for each other, one day it appeared he was constantly nervous about you could suddenly... die. It wasn't a maniacal obsession with the idea, but more likely a hyper-cautiousness. There were so many threats around people who were so small and fragile. Marota's machines reminded him of the war his brothers in arms had to fight in... It was similar to how he watched after Cody. Surely, such attitude seemed offensive to you from time to time - you weren't a child after all! But he was genuinely worried. That made him swallow you in a sec that time too.

And that shall be respected.

You crawled out of your gap and moved closer to the front wall again. Once you gently stroked it with your lap, the place shivered and tightened around you, the fueltank giving you a lovely hug.

He noticed the change.

- Heatwave...

- Hm?

- I'm sorry.

The sparkbeat above you fastened up, though the bot didn't answer. Fighting with anxiety rising deep inside - apologizing was definitely the hardest thing in the universe - you continued rapidly, still caressing slick, blue muscles holding you.

- I really am... I shouldn't have behaved like that. I know you're mad at me being such a clumsy person - I will be more careful next time. Please, don't go crazy about what happened. I promise, I can stand for myself.

The giant remained silent for some more time; his large hand slightly poked at your tiny figure, then laid firmly at his waist – you could sense its comforting pressure from the outside. Heatwave softly chuckled.

- I know. I should apologize too. You're not a baby, you know... Just, watch where you step. Deal?

- Deal.

You smiled, nuzzling into the flexible flesh wrapping you entirely like a thick blue blanket, and didn’t notice as you dozed off again, snuffing peacefully while sleeping...

[malicedragoness]

Reiko x F! Reader NSFW RP

The lovely @brittlecakes92 and myself were talking about Reiko in our group chat, and one thing led to another and a spontaneous NSFW RP happened.

This is not proofread or edited. This is all spur of the moment, down and dirty Reiko smut. I wrote Reiko and @brittlecakes92 wrote the female reader.

I’ll post how the conversation started, and then when the smut happens will be under the cut.

Enjoy!

Warnings: light choking (female choke male, not as bad as it sounds), some name calling (slut)

Words: 3898

MK Story tag list: @bihanspookies

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How the conversation started:

Imagine trying to do something on your own because he is so "bothered" by it, and as soon as he sees you doing something he is mad you didn't ask him for help and he just sits you down and does it while giving you a glare the whole time and the silent treatment.

And then you give him a smug smirk before running down the hall to the bedroom, because you *think* you can't get to the room before he catches you.

Oh gawwwd. He would fucking scoop you up and throw you on the bed

How the impromptu RP began ;) :I

“You cheeky wench.”

Reiko quickly crawls on top of you, pinning your body down with his, your hands interlocked above your head as he nips at your throat.

“You really thought you could get away from me, pretty thing?” He breathes in your ear.

You let out a shaky moan; "For a minuet there, yes." You would bite your lip in anticipation as you tell him this, trying to loosen your hands from his grip.

He breathes a short laugh. “And yet, you still think you can.”

He readjusts your hands, fitting both of your wrists in his larger, calloused one. His other snaking under your shirt.

You buck up against his, as much as the space allows you too. Your nose bumping into his before your lips cling around his a breathy moan falling against his lips.

"And yet, you won't let me go." You speak against his lips.

Reiko captures your lips in a brutal kiss. His lips were rough, and his tongue explored and conquered every inch in the warm cavern of your mouth. All you think of was *him!* His lips, his taste, his hot breath, the delicious weight of him laying on you.

You were so focused and drunk on him you didn’t realized it until it was too late what he was up to. When the hard leather of his belt was being wrapped around your wrists.

Reiko moved back an inch from you, saliva connecting your lips and a smug smirk on his face. “What makes you think I want to let you go, pretty?”

You pull against the restraints, the air hitting the saliva that hit your lips chilled in the air of the room. Your lips craved his, your body wanting his closer to you. You wanted his warm skin to caress yours. You wanted to push his button, to rile him up.

You turned your gaze to his belt, your fingers tracing the worn leather.

"I could list several reasons." You turn your gaze back to him. You knew Reiko was a man of action, if he didn't want you, you wouldn't be there, but that didn't mean you didn't love hearing him say why he wanted you.

Your chest heaved in anticipation, the tip of your tongue darting out to lick your lips.

“Is that so?” Reiko raised up and *loomed* over you, his wide shoulders casting a shadow over you.

“You can try and negotiate.” His hands trailed down your sides, grabbing your hips and pulling your heat up against his clothed cock. “But I’ve already got you, right where I want you.”

You raise your brows at him, a sly smile covering your lips, "Is that so? Or do I have you right where I want you?" You bit your lower lip to keep your grin from growing, his hardening cock had you grinding your aching heat against him.

"You played right into *my* hand" Your words are teasing as they pass your lips.

Reiko stares into your eyes, his grin growing bigger. “Only my girl would be smart enough to ensnare me in a trap. But if this is what you had planned,” He leans down and whispers in your ear, “let’s see if you guess what I would do next.”

Reiko picks up your bound hands and lowers them over a knob sticking out on the top of the head board, not allowing you to move from your spot. His grabs your jaw to make you look at him.

“Knock on the wall of it gets too much.” He grabs your hand makes you knock your knuckles against the wall. “Show me you can do it.”

"I can handle anything you throw at me, *daddy* do your worst."

Leaning your head up your lips graze against his throat. Your knuckles brushing against the wall, you knew you wouldn't need to knock.

"This pussy was made for you and can take anything you give it." You watched with anticipation, charting out his next move in your mind.

“We’ll see about that.” His gruff voice dropped an octave lower, only building up the heat deep in your core.

His hand traveled up your stomach, feeling every curve and dip. The heat of his palm making every nerve ending come alive. Until he fists the collar of your shirt. Reiko reaches under his pillow and pulls out his knife.

You watch how the the light from the sun glistens off of the blade, you hold your breath in anticipation, eyes watching him with eagle precision.

You rub your thighs together, you knew Reiko wouldn't hurt you, but the sight before you was too delicious and had your mind wandering to the what ifs. He wants to test your resolve, you want to test his precision.

"Don't mess up soldier." You lift your knee up, brushing against his clothed cock, and taking pleasure in the small groan that comes from his throat.

Reiko closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying your touch. Everything you do tests his patience. But he craves it.

He takes in a breath and opens his eyes. With grace and precision , he quickly cuts your top, from collar to bottom with one fluid motion.

He makes short work of your sleeves with his knife, ripping the garment from your body. It was in one piece but still tattered.

Reiko stabs the knife into head board, giving a gruff laugh at your surprise.

You let out the breath you were holding, your body visibly relaxing. His cock sure attitude made you huff out a laugh yourself.

Everything about his movements made you think of water, fluid, quick and clean. A precision unmatched. You always admired him in more ways then one.

“What if that was my favorite shirt?” You teased. You try to gauge the position of the knife, a new plan formulating as you tested the resistance of the leather holding you to the head board.

Hoping to distract him enough to not take notice of your actions.

“I’ll get you another, insolent wench.” He pinches your ass.

Reiko lifts your legs over one of his shoulders, sliding your shorts and panties off together. He grabs your discarded shirt and begins to tie your ankles together with it.

You couldn’t stop the wimped that leaves your lips, rubbing your ankles together in their new restraints.

“I need to see you Reiko, please.” You knew your “plea” wasn’t what Reiko wanted to hear from your lips. He wanted you to beg, but you hoped he was in a forgiving enough mood to let it slide.

You watched him with half lidded eyes, ready to see his glorious cock that strained against his pants. His composure never ceased to amaze you.

How you wanted to break his mask and watch him unravel, knowing you were the one who could do it made your heart flutter with pride at the mere thought.

Your calves rested against his back as you tried to pull him closer to you.

He gave your ass an unforgiving slap.

“You think you can run away from me, talk all your shit, and try and distract me. And now you demand my cock when it pleases you? As if you’re in charge?”

Another sharp slap landed on your other ass cheek.

“You say I’m in *your* trap? And yet, you haven’t the slightest clue what’s about to happen.”

Reiko shoved one leg over his head, trapping him in between your knees. He held your legs and slid back on the bed, pulling you back with him, until your body was suspended over the bed. The only things keeping you up, were your bound wrists and your mountain of a soldier.

Reiko leaned until your clit was brushing his nose. His hot breath hit your pussy, his voice dangerously dark. “Show me you can still knock, or I’m putting you back down.”

You winced at the sharp slaps, the slightly uncomfortable sting melting into a comfortable pleasure on your reddened skin.

“I won’t break Reiko, it… isn’t necessary for me to do that.” Your eyes slip shut as his nose brushing against your clit, your hearts pace picking up at the slightest contact.

The position he had you in already had it racing with the possibility of what he was about to do with your body.

You waited for him to continue, ready to test your resolve against his.

“You think you can command me at every turn? We both know your cock is mine, don’t deny it, when I want pleasure that only you can bring I will *demand* them ” You challenge, you *knew* you could get him to break before you, to give you what you needed.

Goddamnit he loved it when she challenged him. Make him pissed off and frustrated. And yet, his cock gets rock hard at her defiance. His pretty thing had a mouth on her and he fucking loved it!

What did he do to deserve this perfect creature?

The smell of her sex and the wetness already there made him want to give in. Dig in like a man starved. His military discipline kept him still as a statue.

“You’ll get this cock, you little slut.”

Reiko tapped the tip of his tongue against your lips. Why were you so sweet?

“You’ll get it when you start crying for it.”

With that, he spread you open and delved his warm tongue in between your walls.

A wanton moan leaves you as you pull against your restraints, your toes curling at the feeling of Reikos tongue writhing inside of you.

“Fuck…. Reiko.” You wanted to touch you, to feel his dark strands between your fingers. The heels and your feet pressed into his back as you tried to focus on breathing.

“I’m your good little slut..” you tell him between pants. You wanted more then what he was giving you. Every fiber in your being urged you yo listen, to give him what he wanted so you could get what you wanted.

But the bratty side had other plans, and you finding it harder and harder to stray away.

Reiko growled against your sopping pussy. Every moan and whimper urging him on. His nose rubbing against her clit as he shoved his mouth impossibly closer to her, licking and sucking her silken walls.

Every inch of her was perfect. There couldn’t have been a more beautifully sculpted human being than her.

Reiko licks a trail from her clit to her ass, leaving heated kisses before focusing on her clit once again. His finger plunged her burning depths, setting a steady rhythm, obscene squelching sounds filling the air with her moans.

You pull against the restraints, reminding yourself to breath.

The pleasure Reiko was bringing you had your whole body buzzing, you had to fight the urge to clamp your thighs around his head.

You pull on your restraints tighter, you *needed* to touch him. You whine his name, your eyes slipping closed when his finger brushed against your G-spot.

Reiko could feel your legs tremble around his head as he continued his sweet onslaught. He could spend hours between your legs and never get bored. Your taste, your soft skin, the noises you make. He wants it all and more.

He added another finger and curled against that soft spongy spot inside of you. He groaned as you tried your best to jerk your hips against his face.

Reiko knew you were close. He doubled his efforts on your clit and with his fingers.

“Don’t you dare hold back on me now, girl. Squeeze me with everything you have.”

You lock your knees behind his head pulling him closer. His rough fingers being you pleasure the likes that no other ever could.

You could feel the knot in your stomach growing, you were dancing further on the tethered line of pleasure as his fingers and mouth brought you closer to your orgasam.

“Please don’t stop, please..” your tone was whiner then needed, your eyes filled with pleasure and desperation. You needed more of him, *from* him. You wanted to get your hands on him, to hear him groan and beg from the pleasure of your tight heat wrapped around his thick cock.

It never ceased to amaze you how much your body craves him, how he conquered not only your mind and thoughts, but your body as well.

Your fingers clench around the belt as you fell the familiar sensation coming faster with each thrum of his fingers.

“Reiko..” his name a delicious moan, you wanted to warn him, your whole body began to tremble and you were finding words escaped you easily as your mind was clouded with pleasure.

Reiko growled and moaned around your clit. His lips around your hood and flicked his tongue relentlessly against the pearl inside. He managed to sneak another finger inside you just before the bough broke.

Your hips thrashed wildly against his face. Your slick and squirt drenching his lips and face, running down his neck. Those soft thighs squeezed his head, muffling your pleading of his name. The only sound he could clearly hear was the blood rushing through his head.

A fleeting thought of possibly being suffocated by your legs and taste made his cock throb harder.

He continued his ministrations, fucking you through your orgasm as he lapped up all your juices.

When he finally unlatched himself from your spent pussy, he raised up to look down at your fucked out face. Your legs slid down until your bound ankles met the back of his neck, holding you up an inch from the mattress. Reiko’s hair was disheveled from his knot, war paint smeared across his face and your thighs, his tongue licking his lips.

You felt his hands brush against your ass as he undid his pants. His enormous cock springing out from the opening and slapping your soft skin.

“Is this what you’ve been wanting, slut?”

Your eye lids fluttered from the intense orgasam, you could see your juices sliding down his lower face, you wanted to kiss him, to have your taste entangled on your tongue from his. You chest heaved as you worked to catch your breath.

Any thought of catching your breath quickly flew out of your mind when you felt his heavy cock slap against your spent pussy.

You moved the leather closer to the serrated blade working on slow movements to wear it enough to break.

“Yes daddy, please… I need your cock.” You tried to lift your body closer to his. Your legs burned from the excretion out on them.

You welcomed the pain. You needed to feel more of it.

“Kiss me?” You asked breathlessly your eyes pleading with his, your slight movements working further on the leather.

“You’ll get your kiss when I’m ready.”

Reiko’s eyes glazed over. He grabbed his stiff cock and ran the head along your velvety folds, catching your glistening slick. A breathy groan came out as he pushed just the tip in, and pulled it right back out. He did it again and continued at a slow pace, pinching your clit against his thick tip each time he entered you.

“You want more of this cock, sweet thing?” His grin was back, as he looked down at you. “You’re gonna have to take it by force. See how long it takes you to get through your binds.”

Heat was quick to flush over your body. You knew you would have to work for your ultimate prize. And once you were free, he better hope you were in a forgiving mood.

Your breath hitched each time his fat tip slipped into your entrance. You couldn’t help the whine that left your lips. You needed more, you needed to take your place on top of him.

Your arms burned at how hard you were pulling against your restraints. Your pace stopping each time Reiko pushed into you.

“Reiko..” you let out a frustrated moan. It only motivates you to pull against your restraints harder. Tears of frustration started to prick at your eyes.

“You just wait until I get out.. of these.. restraints.” You’re voice was shaky and wavered after each thrust.

You were starting to think the belt was never going to snap and that when you felt the jolt. Your body tensed up before you worked your legs down to Reikos waist pulling him closer to you before pulling as hard as you could against your restraints.

The snap was quick and your upper half soon landed into the mattress. You watched Reiko narrow his eyes before your thighs were squeezing around his waist, your calf’s behind his knees before you rolled you both.

You looked down at Reiko, his hair falling over his shoulders, you pressed your bound hands against his throat, lowering down on his tip before moving your hips in a circle.

You leaned forward, your lips brushing against his.

“Now who’s at who’s mercy?” The tip of your tongue traced a line up his lips as you slowly slink further onto his thick shaft, your breath hitching at the delicious stretch. You had to contain your self from taking him fully.

Sliding back up to his tip a stuttering breath leaves through your nose before your sliding a little further down. Your eyes closed but your face showing nothing but pure bliss.

Reiko watched the myriad of emotions on your face. From frustration to cocky to pleasure. And now, you, his girl, managed to flip his large frame onto his back, made him proud!

One massive hand closed around both of yours, forcing you to squeeze his neck. “Take what’s yours, pretty thing.”

His other hand went to your hip as he planted his feet on the bed and lifted his hips in the air. Reiko let out shaky breath, feeling your velvety walls sink further into his cock. His eyes never left your beautiful face, watching your sweet reactions.

You swallowed hard as you met his thrusts, your body zinging with pleasure. The loving look in Reiko's eyes caused your heart to flutter inside of your chest as you rode him harder, your hands squeezing his thick neck. leaning forwards your lips found his in a deep kiss before your forehead rested against his.

"Come inside of me Reiko.. please. I need you to fill me." You pulled back, your eyes pleading with him, you wanted to take everything he gave you.

Reiko held you to him and snapped his hips into yours, setting a brutal pace. Your sweet heat sucking him in. Sweat beading along his hair line as the two of you fucked like feral animals molding together.

He could feel himself getting more lightheaded the longer you held on. But he’d rather run a hundred laps on burning charcoal than to pull you off his neck.

Your breath came out in pants as your worked on catching it. Your moans and fucked bounced off the stone walls of your room. You rid Reiko like the wild Stallion he was.

"Reiko.." He knew how to make you feel alive, to take your pleasure to new hights. Letting out a shuddering breath you loosen your grip on him, afraid he would pass out from the lack of air, your hands finding their way into his dark tresses, gripping the dark strands.

Reiko could feel your walls clenching him so tight. “Fuck you feel so perfect. Like it was made for me!”

So tight. So wet and warm. He needed to feel you cum on his fat dick. To hear those screams and pleads from you.

One hand slipped between your writhing bodies and rubbed your clit. If his sweet thing wanted release, he wanted to grant it to you.

“Fuck… Reiko, don’t stop” you were so close, you knew you weren’t going to last long. Sitting up you worked one of your hands from its restraints before leaning back.

Your hand found his heavy balls, quickly massaging them. You could feel the sweat rolling down your body.

“I’m so close Reiko, please don’t stop.” You pleaded with him.

Reiko growled through his teeth, rubbing your clit faster in tighter circles. Your hips began to sputter and your walls spasm around him.

He focused his attention on your release as he continued to fuck you through yours. Allowing you to take whatever you wanted from his body.

He felt the bough break and spurted rope after rope of hot cum all over your walls as you milked his cock for everything he had.

Your pussy spasmed around his thick cock. You could feel the sweat trickle down the crease of your thighs, Reikos warm cum soon mixing in with it.

Your hands rested on his taunt abs, your worked on catching your breath before leaning forward. Reikos hand found your cheek as your lips pressed against his, a deep kiss, filled with the some hunger and passion, but holding less heat then it normally would.

Your drug your lips over his skin, peppering his neck with open mouthed kisses until you made it to his ear. A teasing grin found your lips.

“Ko.. I have to tell you a secret I’ve been keeping.” You waited patiently, your hands rested against his chest pressed between your bodies.

He pressed gentle kisses to your reddened wrists. “Are you all right, pretty?”

His gaze was intent on yours as you have a short laugh. “I’m fine Ko.. I have to tell you a secret I’ve been keeping.”

Reiko let you hold his hands against his chest. “What is it, sweet thing?”

Bitting your bottom lip you pulled one of his strong hands with you holding it against your stomach.

“You’re going to be a father.” Leaning forward your lips met his in a chaste kiss. He widened eyes staring up at you taking the moment of surprise you quickly slip off of the bed, as you walk backwards your fingers untangling from his when you reached a far enough distance.

Reiko shot up from the bed and slowly kneeled to the ground, adoring eyes still holding yours. His heart hammering in his chest.

“I’m..I’m going to be a father?” His voice cracked.

You let out a giggle, moving his hair from face. He look you over from head to feet, taking in all of your naked glory. Hair disheveled, red marks around your wrists and ankles, sweat and war paint smeared in places. You looked like a goddess coming to bless your soldier for his dedication.

You tipped his chin up and framed his face. “Yes, my handsome soldier. You are going to be a father.”

You placed the side of his face against your stomach, tears of happiness rolling down your face.

“Do you think you are ready for that?” Your fingers massaged his scalp as you held him close to you.

You knew he could have concerns, but you were ready to quell them as soon as they would arise. You were ready to watch him grow in fatherhood.

Reiko’s warm palms traveled up your legs to your stomach, spreading goose flesh in their wake. “With you by my side, I can take on the world. And so will our child.”

You knew Reiko meant every word of it.

“I never doubt you my handsome soldier.”

[useless19]

I was kinda hoping for a junior birthday edition of days, i loved junior in this series? I thought you were hinting twards it to. Did you have ideas or was it just a way to reasure bowser that luigi would be back?

So was I! I made a space for it in my drafts doc and everything, but I couldn't figure out enough of a plot to hang it together. It might've been because by that point I was starting to wind down my writing in Days with an aim to finish the series off, or it could have been because it would've required a fairly heavy narrative switch and I was already struggling with Bowser's pov for Day 16.

Or it could've been that I didn't want to have to figure out what a spoilt 8-year-old Koopa prince's birthday presents were going to be!

It's Junior's birthday, so it's going to be the most coolest awesomest day of the entire year! -the planned summary

Like King Boo, I left myself the option of writing Junior's birthday just in case. I've honestly found this to be pretty useful for constructing the series as a whole. Things happen that the narrative doesn't show (Luigi thinks about taking Junior Lava Bubble fishing one time, but we never see that), and allowing myself the freedom of not having to write it meant that I managed to finish more other parts than I ever thought I would when starting.

Still, I know roughly where the characters are at on Day 51 (aka Junior's birthday), so let's have a look at them, shall we?

Luigi extends his visit so he leaves the day after Junior's birthday. It's much easier for him to agree to stay longer than it is for him to commit to a longer stay before he arrives. He gets comfortable where he is. He spent the previous day making sure Junior knew he was going to leave after his birthday so that he wouldn't have to keep reminding Junior on his birthday and bring the mood down. Luigi likes a good party and he doesn't have to be the centre of attention, so he has a great time.

Bowser likes a party even more than Luigi and his son is growing up so well. He's way more tolerant of destructive antics than most parents too (he's got minions to deal with mess and rebuilding). He also starts to realise some of Luigi's problems when it comes to visiting; ie that he's very suggestible. It's not an entirely conscious observation, but he's less worried when Luigi leaves and spends more than a week away, despite saying that he was only going for a week. There's always going to be some lag. Email updates help (even if the first one is from a long-suffering Mario).

(If anyone other than me did the maths and figured out that Luigi wouldn't actually be at Bowser's castle for Day 69, assuming a consistent week-in-the-Mushroom-Kingdom/week-in-Bowser's-castle, this is why. It's always a bit more than a week-long visit).

And, of course, Junior. He's more resilient than Bowser in the being abandoned department, though he's still a bratty kid who's used to having his own way. He's very determined to show Luigi every single last one of his presents so Luigi will know what he's missing out on if he goes ahead with his stupid leaving plan. Similarly, the Koopalings also get the full range, but they have to leave in dribs and drabs over the next week too.

I guess part of why I couldn't figure out a plot was because Junior is going to be getting more and more intense and overexcited as his birthday party goes on and that would narrow the focus too much to be interesting.

(Maybe the lesson here is that putting it in Junior's pov was a bad call and I should've been trying to see Luigi's thoughts on the whole thing).

I don't know what Luigi would get Junior. He'd probably play it safe and do some art supplies (which are fine, but nothing super exciting and he gets a bit miffed when Junior moves on fairly quickly). He also delivers a letter from Peach (which Junior initially dismisses as boring), with an invitation to a brand new tournament she's organising (I'd have just picked a random sport that's not a main Mario tie-in game, or maybe one of the less represented sports like one of the Olympic ones). Luigi can't remember speaking with her about that, but he must've said enough for her to do this. Junior's quite excited over this - it's his own invitation, not just his dad's!

I also imagine that Mario sends something, maybe food? Possibly a bunch of hot sauce bottles from the various places he's helped out (they won't stop sending them and, while he likes spicy food, he can't eat this much!)? He puts the same amount of effort into it as he would a nephew. Luigi's also surprised at this and has to deal with the (actually super obvious in hindsight) realisation that he's sort of on his way to becoming Junior's step-dad, not just a regular old babysitter.

(Yeah, this would've been a challenge to properly depict in Junior's pov. Possibly an interesting one though.)

It was definitely set up more as potential day for writing, but it was useful to help reassure Bowser once I'd added it.

[autisticbipedalcat]

Here's a wholesome story for anyone who needs it

Space Bugs

3023

Tulsa, Oklahoma

I couldn't sleep. The fireflies outside my window were flashing bright, and the AC unit I use for white noise was broken. Plus, my dad was in space and I couldn't stop worrying whether he'd come back in six months (like he’s supposed to) or not (if something went really wrong). 

I stood up and leapt off the bed. As a catdragon, my feet made no sound when I landed on the hardwood floor. With complete silence, Mom wouldn't hear me go into the yard to play with the fireflies. 

International Space Station II

I couldn't sleep. My daughter and wife were down on Earth, while I was up here in space. I had to go back to them. 

I got out of my bed and grabbed my spacesuit. I put it on (making sure I had extra oxygen tanks) and opened the airlock, ready to make my journey back home. 

Tulsa, Oklahoma

Ha! I caught a firefly midair. I took off and chased after another, making sure I didn't make any noise. I caught a glimpse of the moon, hanging in the sky like a disco ball. I stopped catching the fireflies and instead started imitating their movements, like I was dancing with them. 

International Space Station II

I flew out of the space station, and stopped for a second to get my bearings. Earth was in front of me, standing still and looking like a blue marble. I made a puff of air come from my extra tank for propulsion, and started to North America. 

Tulsa, Oklahoma

I flashed in sync with the fireflies, fluttering in quick, light movements to stay in time. I looked at the stars, but there were only a few visible because of the light pollution. I saw a streak of light move across the sky, and I figured it was a shooting star. 

High in Earth's atmosphere 

I flew quickly, trying to get past Earth's atmosphere without burning up in my suit. There's heat shields on the suit, but not as tough or durable as the ones on space shuttles. 

A strong wind knocked me off-balance, causing me to fall a little ways before I caught the air current beneath my wings. I continued in my decent, aiming for the middle of North America. 

Tulsa, Oklahoma

A firefly flew through my fingers, and another one landed on my hand. I continued hovering to allow the fireflies to rest so we could keep playing. I looked at the sky and thought about how my father was not looking at it but was in it. 

In the sky above Tulsa, Oklahoma

Another wind knocked me off-balance right as I caught sight of my house. I briefly struggled with the air, then suddenly it felt like my wings weren't there. I couldn't catch myself in the air, and I closed my eyes to try to concentrate better. The whole time I was thinking, if I die, at least my family will know I died trying to get back to them.

Tulsa, Oklahoma

Whump. A white shape landed directly below where I was hovering. I dove down and landed to investigate. It was a catdragon in a spacesuit. I pressed the button on the helmet labeled Visor Release, and I gasped in surprise when the visor retracted. 

"DAD?!" I said. "You weren't supposed to come home again for six months! What happened? Why didn't NASA send shuttles to get the crew?"

My father opened his eyes, and asked, "Am-am I dead?"

"Dad, you're not dead. You're talking to me. But why didn't you take a shuttle? You could've burned up in the atmosphere!" I answered. 

"I guess I just missed you and your mom too much." he chuckled. He began to stand up, and I took his hand to help him walk inside. "Well, Mom's gonna freak out when she sees you flew back all the way from space, and she's gonna double freak out when she finds out I snuck out of bed to play with the fireflies." I said, chuckling. We walked in the door, and Dad let go of my hand. 

[soracities]

First of all, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for being so thoughtful while giving an answer to some stranger's rambling. I'm one of those anons who is in love with their friend. I confessed my feelings already, as I mentioned in my previous ask and at that time we both agreed we should keep some distance. Also I got a new job, so I didn't have much time to think about her at all. I even thought I was developing a crush on someone I had just met. Our distance wasn't long enough because a few months later she was extremely sad due to breaking up with her boyfriend and her parents going through a divorce. I felt being absent from her life when she needed me the most would be too cruel, so I guess I sacrificed myself (and my feelings) a little in order to be a good friend. Our friendship developed so quickly in a couple months, we started seeing each other all the time, we see each other quite often even now. I'm sure she's still in love with her ex and that i'm just another friend for her. Sometimes I really want to tell her I can't keep doing this to both me and her but then I feel I'm just being selfish and ruining our friendship. Sooner or later, we probably will stop talking with each other. I was hoping for her to come back to her ex, so my heart would truly break and I could let go of her. But I should just accept she'd never see me the way I see her.

You wouldn't be selfish, but rather the opposite. I think any relationship we have with someone will always involve an acknowledgement and assessment of each person's needs, and, depending on the particular situation, prioritizing those needs accordingly. Sometimes you put aside your feelings to attend to someone else's, sometimes it's the other way around. What you did for your friend, showing up when she was going through something so difficult and offering her support you felt she needed, is something incredibly kind and admirable and I'm sure that your presence meant so much to her through all of that.

Taking the same approach now, and prioritizing your needs, in this particular situation as it affects you now, will not detract from what you did for her, nor will it mean "ruining" your friendship or making you a bad person. I think sometimes it may help not to look at it in terms of "ruining" what you had, but simply acknowledging that your friendship has reached a point where it perhaps cannot sustain or fulfill you both in the healthiest manner, or in the way that you both need it to. That's not a reflection on you: it's simply the nature of any connection that occurs between people who shift and change and whose emotional dynamics in regards to one another fluctuates because that is what it means to be a person relating to and living alongside other people: we have to allow for each other's growth, including growth that changes where we hold each other in our lives.

You supported your friend to the best of your ability because you cared deeply for her; when you can no longer sustain that, it's time for you to try and turn that care towards yourself because you deserve to continue to move on, too. I'm not saying it won't be difficult for both of you but, especially if you both agreed to set some distance between yourselves when you first told her, your friend should understand that you also have your own needs in this. I hope you can have that conversation with her soon, anon, and I hope you both get the space and time to heal from your individual situations 💕

[coralhoneyrose]

The Princess and the Frog Chrobin AU... you don't know how hyped I was to read that.

I'm the exact opposite where I can't seem to write longfic. Do you have any suggestions for someone looking to try her hand at one?

Ohh I'm so glad that you're excited by the idea! 😊 Honestly there is such a tragic dearth of Birb!Robin content that I feel compelled to remedy it myself haha. And I think the fairytale-ish angle has a lot of fun / cute potential!

As for suggestions on getting into writing long fic, I certainly wouldn't consider myself an expert by any stretch, but I can tell you what has worked for me!

Find an idea that you *love* that just won't let you go

This, really, is the biggest tip I have. Obviously it's going to vary some based on the efficiency of the writer and just HOW long of a long fic we're talking about, but you're going to be thinking about and working on this fic for a long time. If that work isn't something you are extremely excited about, it's very quickly going to start to feel like a drag and become challenging to see through. Again, I can only speak to my own experience here, but I have thought about my long fics in some capacity for at least a few hours every day for the last two years (and often much much more than that LOL). Definitely I have days where I am not in the mood to write or I am not in a great head space with the fic and need to take a step back. But when all is said and done, it's still a story I am excited to tell and involves scenarios I *want* to have an excuse to think about all the time, day after day. If you're that excited about the ideas, I think that alone will carry you far!

2. Ask yourself why you want to write a long fic

To elaborate: what is it that a long fic allows you to do that you feel as though you can't accomplish in a shorter fic instead? Extensive world building? A more intricate plot? The answer to this question should drive a lot of your story conceptualization process. Honestly for me the biggest draws of long fic are how it lends itself to slow-burn, extensive opportunities for agonizing pining, and the ability to portray much more gradual character growth. Those are three of the things I love most in the fics and novels I read *and* three things that I love to write about. Because those things are such big priorities for me, the way I formed and built my story ideas around them was already very naturally geared towards long fic--I didn't have to try to fit it into that mold at all!

3. Find a good beta reader

Easier said than done, I know, but I genuinely think a fresh set of eyes / a brain to pick when you're stuck makes a world of difference. I cannot tell you how many times I have gotten myself into a deep rut with my long fics that I was convinced there was no way out of, or where I'd written a whole chapter draft that I thought was un-salvageable only for my beta reader to provide a very elegant solution / quickly pinpoint and direct me towards what wasn't working so that I wouldn't have to throw out the whole thing. One of the dangers with long fic is that you're working on it for so long that your sense of how things move and progress in the story and where they are going winds up being very divorced from the way readers experience it. Having someone else who can give you outside POV on what's working and what's not is invaluable during the drafting and revising process. Ideally that person would also have tastes that align well with your own and be someone who you can trust to be both honest and encouraging (even better if they know the characters of the world well and can give feedback from that angle too) but I do recognize perfect beta readers don't grow on trees. If not a full fledged beta reader, I think having a close friend or two who you can talk through the writers blocks or concerns with is helpful too!

4. Plan ahead but don't be afraid to change directions

Probably the most subjective piece of advice on here since I know different writers vary wildly with how much they like / need to plan ahead, but this is the combination that I've found has worked best for me. The reason being that if you don't do *some* more extensive idea generating and planning before hand I don't think it gives you anything to get hyped up about and look forward to. Having a big exciting moment in the story that you can't wait to write is a really good motivator, but unless you are very good at delayed gratification, brainstorming smaller moments along the way that are iddy and fun while still moving you closer to that big moment will be imperative for motivating yourself to stick it out long enough to get there. That being said, I don't think you have to feel locked into those early ideas either. Things are going to occur to you as you're writing that didn't during the planning stages. New ideas you like better, logistical bumps you didn't think to account for, the discovery that a character feels a different way about something than how you anticipated they would...there's a whole bunch of possibilities and all of them may wind up derailing your initial vision to varying degrees. And I think that's okay! Part of the writing process is re-discovering the world and characters from new angles...I honestly think it would be odd if that *didn't* impact the story's direction, at least a little! And generally I think those changes just tend to make the story even better in the end~

5. Let the fic be gratuitous and self-indulgent

Echoes of this are present in some of the previous pieces of advice, but I think it bears repeating as a separate (and final) point. Don't be afraid to pile on as many of your favorite tropes as you can!! Build your fic concept so that it includes lots of story beats and themes you're a sucker for every time. The more opportunities you find to load in things that you love, the more fun you'll have writing and thinking about the idea and the more likely it is that you'll both have an idea big enough to write a long fic for and that you'll be willing to stick it out and see it through to the end 💕

Okay...I think that's all I've got. This was so long and apologies if you were not looking for an answer anywhere near this detailed but, well, I did say I struggle to write anything short LOL Thank you for being interested enough in my perspective and experiences to ask in the first place! And I hope you'll find something I said here was helpful!

[aromanticbuck]

I definitely want more of "startle" please!! Sorry I accidentally posted this to Kitthekazoo, oops.

[ original drabble ]

Hi, nonny! Absolutely no worries on the mix up - with a shared AU like this, it's bound to happen a few times.

I'm so glad you asked for an expansion on this one! Honestly, when I said I would happily expand on any of these drabbles, I had this one and a couple others specifically in mind. And it's under a cut because I have no idea why I thought I would stick to ~500 words (it's almost 1k and literally no one was shocked)

Warnings: brief mention of a weapon, allusion to the persecution of magic users but nothing specific is mentioned

When Mouse twisted and got to his feet, he slid into offensive action instead of defense and brought the knife up in a smooth motion, stopping at the intruder’s neck as a warning just as he locked eyes with… Jay.

There was a beat where neither of them moved, completely silent while they watched each other. They didn't break their locked gazes until time unfroze again, when Mouse stepped back and quickly dropped the blade away from its dangerous position.

In the rush to appear harmless, he let go of the knife without a second thought, releasing it back to the universe and the place he'd borrowed it from. When he held his hands up in a show of surrender, they were empty, and he would keep them that way.

"I am so sorry. You just surprised me, and I don't like to be touched, and-"

"Mouse. Hey, man, it's cool. I'll be louder next time I come in." For his part, Jay didn't seem upset or even fazed by the brief confrontation. He was just as calm as ever, although that could probably be due to the fact that he was never fazed by anything. "Relax. I just came downstairs to ask if you found anything yet."

Mouse took a slow breath before lowering his hands again with a small nod of his head. "Right... well, no, not yet. I'll get back to the search in a minute. Is there anything else you needed, or...?"

Shaking his head, Jay glanced toward the screens before looking back at him again. The conversation should have ended there, should have been dropped to never be mentioned again, or only mentioned after he was far enough away that any attempt at catching him in the act of illegal magic would be pointless. But it didn't, not when the detective was looking at him a little too closely.

"Actually, can I see that knife? I'll give it back, I promise, that was just a neat move. Did you pick that up when you were a kid?"

It was easy to forget that so many pieces of his past were common knowledge, that almost everyone upstairs knew he'd been alone for part of his life. He had been something for an entire team of observers to talk and gossip about for weeks, he was sure, and that meant they knew about his years on the streets before the universe decided he was allowed to be lucky. Almost two decades of a proper family life with his mother and his sister didn't change where he came from. And there was really no point in lying to someone who knew so much already.

"Uh... yeah. Had to protect myself, and Kim, and our food when we could get it. I guess I haven't shaken all of the old habits yet. I'm really sorry, again, I shouldn't have done that, even if I was surprised. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No harm done. I don't even think you nicked me." Jay shrugged his shoulders, glancing down at Mouse's hands where they were still in view. "You're good at hiding things. Another old habit?"

"I guess." Mouse frowned and leaned back so his weight was against the edge of his desk, creating and keeping a new chunk of space between them. It was an attempt to cling to what little comfort he still had left, the room that was supposed to be his to control how he liked. But that was getting increasingly difficult when his secret was barely being held close to his chest anymore. "Look, I know I'm still new around here, and I'll take the shit for whatever hazing or whatever you need to do, okay? I-"

"The knife's gone." Jay cut him off again with an unreadable expression. It was achingly neutral, carefully composed so that Mouse couldn't tell what he was thinking beyond the obvious. "Did you do ma-?"

"Please, don't say anything." Mouse shook his head quickly, standing up straight again with a weaker frown. "I'll quit, if you want, and leave, and never come back. Just... if anyone knows about me, they'll go after mom and Kim, and then they'll-"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not gonna rat you out." It was Jay's turn to hold his hands up in a show of harmlessness, shaking his head slower. He was never anything but calm, almost too put together for the situation, but Mouse couldn't afford to question it. "Seriously, I don't care what you can do. My... my brother can do things, too. I mean, he can't pull a knife out of thin air, or anything, but it's the same secret, right? And you're... what? Hiding in plain sight? It's smart. It's safer than running, that's for sure. I won't say anything. Promise. I'll even pinky swear if that'll make you feel better."

"No, you don't... you don't need to do that." Taking a deep breath, Mouse bit his tongue to keep his own expression under control. He didn't want to show his fear, shoving trembling fingers into his pockets while he forced his shoulders to relax. "Thank you. I'll owe you for this, big time. Anything you need, just let me know. I'd say keep it legal, but I'm, uh... I'm kind of a criminal just by breathing, so I guess nothing I do is technically legal..." His words trailed off while he frowned to himself, blinking in a half hearted attempt to refocus his gaze.

"Hey."

"Huh...?"

Mouse lifted his head, catching his tongue between his teeth again while he actually met Jay's eyes with his own for the first time since he'd been holding a blade to the detective's neck. He was actually smiling, not wide but not hiding it either, and his words were gentle while he shook his head.

"We're good."

[groundlevelcliff]

There have always been about three video game ideas I've wanted to develop at any given time. I've thought about it, talked about it, written and drawn about it - I've even researched a LOT about it. Any article or video or post or wiki about sprite art, level design, gameplay loops, different engines and how they work...the old 'tism makes copious amounts of research a breeze, but the ADHD has always made the actual doing a bit difficult.

But, I'm tired of sitting. Most of my "dream projects" are extremely doable - things a more experienced developer could slap out in a game jam. No MMOs or sweeping open worlds, just little dudes puttering around to tell a story. It's possible! I could do it! So, my New Year's resolution this year was to create one video game in its entirety (or, at least, make pretty damn good headway on one). When I told my partner that, she said "if anyone can make a game through sheer force of will, it's you." I know it's kind of a couple's job to gas each other up, but that really stuck with me. I usually dislike people having expectations of me but, if anything, her saying that has made me more stubborn and determined than ever. If a vague, sweeping promise and the desire to uphold the honesty of a lesbian don't get me moving, what will?

One of my friends from college recently gifted me RPG Maker MV. I had a much older version of RPG Maker collecting dust somewhere, but receiving this was the tipping point that made me actually boot up a program and get down to business. I've had plans for one of those "rpg maker indie horror" kind of games for a couple years now; I think it'd be the simplest and most engine-suitable project to start with. I'm not very good with code - I nearly failed Intro to Programming in college, a class that was so "easy" that they didn't offer tutoring for it - but I doubt I'll need to do any extra legwork for wacky mechanics that aren't supported natively. My real bread and butter is screenwriting and art. With luck, the low level of technical skill required for this will allow those two aspects to shine the most.

As for this blog...to be honest with you, I find social media stressful at best and terrifying at worst. Which sucks for an artist, right?? To find any success as an artist these days, you have to also fill the roles of social media manager, charismatic influencer, and interactive (vaguely parasocial) content creator. I'm plenty friendly, but I'm not all that organized, and talking to strangers online has me default to extremely formal masking in a way that quickly becomes exhausting. I once ran one of those headcanon imagine blogs and loved the creative writing, but burnt out due to how intensely "professional" and polite I treated responses to even the most shitpost asks.

Buuut, I do like writing, and I like being able to go back and see previous work as proof that I know what I'm doing at least half the time. Seeing what other people say can be fun too! I often don't talk much about personal projects unless it's with my girlfriend or someone who is actively paying me to make something, but I like having a dedicated space to do so that won't be construed as hogging the conversation, or only talking about my own shit. By treating this more like a public diary than a billboard for advertising myself as a product, I believe I could stick with it and become more comfortable with being "seen".

In any case, that's likely more than long enough for the first post. Next time I'll talk a bit more about the project itself and what I'm actually doing with it.

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #168

What was the last liquid that you choked on? Water; I took too big of a sip and it didn't go down well, scared Girt a bit lol.

Did you or have you had sex with the last person you slept with in bed? Not literal genital sex yet, no. We want guaranteed privacy for that and living with parents doesn't offer that much.

When you sign your name do you use your middle name? Not unless it's requested.

Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower? I start immediately outside of it, on a towel, but for more space to dry my body I eventually move into the carpeted sink area; the bathroom itself is VERY small, just a shower, tub, and toilet, very claustrophobic, then there's a long sink area with lots of cabinets and even a random closet behind you if facing the sink. It's much more comfortable to finish drying there.

Was your last kiss initiated by you or the other person? I don't remember, we were in bed and a lotta it happened, I dunno who exactly prompted the last one.

Whan getting dressed do you put your pants or shirt on first? Almost always pants first.

Who was the last person you saw totally naked? My boyfriend, I'm sure.

Is your toilet paper on the right or left side of the toilet? Left, for both bathrooms in our house.

Name all the cards that you carry in your wallet. An incredibly expired driver's permit, Covid vaccination card, social security card, insurance card, American Red Cross blood type card, a yellow ribbon suicide prevention card that has a sweet message and then relevant hotlines, and two tattoo artists' personal cards; I've kept them because I kinda wanna collect those by all who tattoo me. Maybe. I'm already missing multiple, so idk.

Do you use a handrail on stairs if there is one? Yes, once upon a time they were basically mandatory for me to stay balanced and I still do feel safer when I'm holding onto it.

What is your favorite drinking game? I've never played one.

Do you have any tattoos that you don't like anymore? Yup. It's a big reason I've gotten MUCH pickier with what I'll allow myself to get tattooed.

Who was the last person to sleep in your bed? Girt, with me.

Do you have a shower curtain or door? Mom's bathroom shower has a door, but the hall shower is curtained.

Who was the last person from your high school graduating class you saw? In person, uhhhhhhhh... I did a quick Facebook friends list scroll and that would be my old friend Tommy, he works at the guitar place where I took my old guitar for pricing advice on selling it. Cool dude and the husband of another friend Rachel.

Favorite farm animal? Either pigs or cows. I kinda think I like cows more nowadays.

Have you ever been sedated or put under anesthesia? Yes. It's still insane to remember JUST how quickly it hits.

Have any of your friends ever cheated on somebody? I know at least one friend who has.

How many instruments do you own/have you owned? I've owned three: a recorder, flute, and electric guitar. Well, I suppose actually four; me and my sisters had one of those electric keyboards, the kind whose keys would light up red to teach you how to play lots of songs, however we ultimately could've made up our own stuff, though we never did.

Do you own or rent your home? Rent.

If you have a significant other, how old were you when you first met them? 14 or 15?

Have you ever felt like you were someone’s rebound? No.

Who is the first person who broke your heart? My dad.

Who would you want to be the flower girl at your wedding? Odds are it will probably be Emerson, my youngest niece.

Do you know anyone with a service dog? I don't believe so.

Who is the most important person in your life (besides yourself)? Girt.

If you have pets, are any of them rescues from shelters? No.

When was the last time you talked to your most recent ex? Over a year ago.

When was the last time you kissed someone who was younger than you? Not since Sara and I were dating.

Would you have sex with someone of the same gender as you? Yeah.

Were you born with hair on your head? Pretty sure yes.

Would you rather have a home birth or hospital birth? I'm going to the fucking hospital and getting an epidural, this is not debatable for me.

Who were your best friends in high school? Summer, Hannia, Alon, Girt, Megan, and Maria. Maybe others, but those are who I remember very well.

Have you ever dated a twin? No.

What was the last food or drink you made for someone else? Last Friday I made my mom a peanut butter sandwich; we were watching my sister's kids and her blood sugar dropped severely and very quickly. This isn't unusual sadly, but it was definitely scarier than what it normally is because she was fighting fainting in front of three little kids that don't at all understand diabetes.

Have you ever auditioned for something? What was it, and how did it go? Yeah, elementary school chorus. I got in. I remember how insanely nervous I was, I've never been the type to sing in front of others.

Have you ever seen your ex’s new partner? If so, what do you think of them? I have no idea who anyone is dating and don't care.

What was the last piece of candy you ate? Uhhhh just a few M&Ms that were left over from something my mom made.

When was the last time you did something “meant” for children? Do you think it’s okay for adults to do these things (ie. watch cartoons, have stuffed animals, dress in cute clothing, etc), or do you think there’s an age beyond which it becomes unacceptable - and if so, why? A couple weeks ago Girt and I played more of Spyro 2 from the "Reignited" trilogy. I VERY firmly believe that if you're not hurting anyone, adults engaging in "childish" passtimes isn't even remotely wrong, and the fact that people are shamed for that sorta stuff is just foul. Let people have fun.

Do you believe there used to be dragons? No, I'm quiiiite certain we'd have found fossils by now...

Who was the last friend you saw, and what did you do together? Girt and I played some of Elden Ring and also watched the first episode of a Netflix show called The Rain.

Who tends to show up in your dreams? Do you ever wonder if you appear in anyone else’s dreams? My mom and boyfriend, and sometimes still Jason. Honestly most of my dreams feature people I don't know whatsoever or am merely acquaintances with, at least that I remember. I don't often do so anymore when it comes to the people in my dreams.

What is something you do to feel better when you’re scared? Talk to Girt or Mom or try to find something to distract myself with on YouTube.

Do you have someone who is protective of you (father, brother, etc.)? Definitely my mom, as well as Girt.

Where was the last place you went, that you hadn’t been to before? The house of I think at least one of Girt's uncles, maybe more though; it was a double-purpose party with a big tent between two houses, and jesus FUCKING christ about ten trillion people were there it felt like, and I know people went into both houses.

When was the last time someone surprised you with their reaction or behaviors? Nice timing, I think it'd actually be when I was with Girt's paternal family. The way he, his sister, and mother have described them, I expected to be much more intimidated by them than I was; they were just some redneck as ALL hell type of guys that were super hospitable, friendly, and goofy. I've been told they're VERY unafraid to hurt your feelings and be just painfully honest and know how to hold grudges that they shouldn't have to begin with, but they seemed nice enough.

Have you ever reached out to a crisis center for mental health support? If so, how was the experience? [TW: DRUG OD/SUICIDE] I tried once, via a suicide hotline's one-on-one chatroom because I was too afraid to physically call on my phone. They were of course busy, and after waiting a pretty long time (I'm talking no less than 30 minutes, pretty sure more) without connecting to anyone, I gave up and overdosed.

Describe the last thing you reblogged? How many posts do you tend to reblog during a day? It was some super cute fanart of Richard and Paul, and this varies quite a lot. I don't aim for a certain number, sometimes your dash is gonna be spammed by me and some days I don't share anything.

Whose house did you visit last? Girt's.

Have you ever played Geoguessr? I personally haven't, but I've seen people play it. It's not a kind of game I would be even remotely good at.

What is your favorite way to eat chicken? As tenders/strips/whatever with whatever dipping sauce I'm feeling at the time.

What style of pizza do you prefer (thin crust, stuffed crust, deep dish, Detroit style, etc)? Pan pizza. Stuffed crust is also good.

Can you see your favorite animal from where you are sitting? (on an article of clothing, a figurine, a stuffed animal, etc...maybe even alive?) Yes indeed, I have a weighted meerkat plush on my desk.

What was the last celebrity gossip you got sucked into? Obviously as a very invested fan of Rammstein I know the dumpster fire that's going on regarding allegations against their singer, and I've kept up with what's going on in concern for all of them since they're all affected by this. I'm just glad it seems to be dying down, there's an investigation going on but they've already said Shelby's "case" is basically non-existent given the lack of immediate evidence, and apparently she doesn't have a great reputation.

Do you own any merch from concerts/comedy shows/broadway shows, etc? I did get a shirt from the Alice Cooper concert, but I'll never fit that again. I of course kept it as a souvenir type thing.

What was the last bug you killed? An ant.

Who is your favorite Star Wars character? I don't care about this franchise whatsoever.

What kind of cheese do you put on your sandwiches? American.

Who was the last person to give you a gift? Girt got me flowers when I "graduated" from physical therapy.

If there was a real Jurassic Park, would you visit it? I'ma be full real... I KNOW I would lmao.

[herelieseverythingillneversay]

Here Lies Everything I'll Never Say

I know I need to stop messaging you, but everything in me simply wants to tell you about every part of my life when it happens.

This is hopefully a space to put everything I wish I could send you, until the time comes where I no longer need it, be it because I've moved on or because I am telling you again. Currently I hope it's the latter, but as time goes on who knows how I'll feel.

I'll also put in some posts from the instagram I made at the start, where I was documenting how I was feeling and my anxieties about the relationship at the beginning. Partly to document them, and maybe because it'll help me realise how much I've grown since then.

Yesterday was 2 weeks since you broke up with me out of the blue, it's been weird and hard since then, and I'm still in the stage of feeling lost and confused and mourning the loss of my close friend, my relationship and the future plans I had for us.

I wish I could tell you just how much I miss you, and have you hold me in your arms again and tell me it'd all be alright.

I know I still love you, and will be waiting for a little while with baited breath in hopes that you change your mind. I don't think you will, at least not in a timeframe that will change things any time soon, but I know you know you've got me on the line still. I'm hooked, and you know you can reel me back in with a look, a touch, a "my love".

I am worried our friends are going to get tired of me being sad all the time and drift towards you because you seem more over it than I am, I know this has hurt you too but you're not very good at showing people your emotions or talking about them, so you play it up as the happy fun guy you've always been, and they fall for it, and they fall in towards you, rather than away.

I've been more sad and angry in the last two weeks than I have been in a long time, and my eating has been so erratic and infrequent that I wasn't able to donate blood because my iron was too low, even though I take an iron supplement.

I've seen so many cute dogs I normally would have sent you pictures of, or described to you, and I just miss waking up with someone to talk to, someone to love, someone to hold me, someone to entertain my stupid thoughts, someone to message who replies quickly, someone who loves me, someone who's there. I feel so alone without you, and I don't know how to fill the hole you've left in my heart.

I want you to have me back, I want you to realise you made a mistake and come and tell me you love me and that you'll cherish our relationship again, but if I'm being honest with myself I don't think you will. I think by the time you realise how good we had it it'll be too late, or you will feel that it is, and you'll never tell me that you changed your mind. Even if you do, I'd need to set some serious boundaries for myself. I was good to you, I know that, and you were good to me but I think there were things I should have spoken up about, or attempted to fix with you. I struggled with the disrespect it felt like you allowed sometimes, both you disrespecting me in front of our friends, or letting other people disrespect me and not speaking up, or worse laughing. That joke James made on our trip up north that you laughed at, Anne speaking to me rudely about quiz night, Kate trying to sleep with you our entire relationship while I was your girlfriend. They made me feel less valued, and like you didn't care how our friends spoke to, or about me, and I felt like the punchline to a joke instead of being included. I would need you to be more affectionate in public, just small things, but the fact that some of our friends told me that they didn't think we were good together because they only saw us in public was heartbreaking to hear. To hear Mel say her perception of us changed fairly dramatically when she and I moved in together because she finally saw how loving and affectionate we were in private, and that was towards the tail end of it too, makes me wish our friends had seem more of you loving me.

When I spoke with Anne last night she said she was so confused when she saw us being friendly on Wednesday, after how upset I'd been about you lying to me about Kate. When I said I couldn't stay mad at you she told me that that was the exact same thing Kate always said, which I think was a bit of a wakeup call that I needed. I can't not stay mad at you simply because I love you, because you fucked up and I am justified in being upset about the situation, however I can choose not to stay mad at you for the sake of my own mental health and wellbeing. I already have so much sadness inside me at the moment that feels unbearable, that I believe holding onto intense anger would drown me. I have to be able to let it go to let you go. I can't let my feelings tether me to you anymore. I have to hold whichever emotions I feel, but not forever, and no longer just because you want me to, or because I think you'd want me to. I have to put myself first, and leave you alone to give myself time to heal.

Both you and I know picking at scabs stops the healing, and picking for long enough leaves scars.

[ah0rmone]

dazai osamu x fem! reader

warnings: nsfw, minors, dni! dubcon if you squint because the reader finds dazai annoying but attractive, non-consensual touching (at first), enemies/rivals to fuck buddies I guess?, fingering, vaginal penetration.

there are literally two self-defence techniques from here and here

"Why it has to be you?" you grumbled looking at the person who stood in front of you.

"Oh, who else would you like to see as your teacher? Kunikida-kun who's doing everything according to instructions, even fighting? Ranpo-kun who won't lift a finger unless it's a murder case? Or Tanizaki-kun who's always followed by Naomi-chan?"

The obnoxious man in front of you was called Osamu Dazai and, to be fair, you'd actually prefer any other agency member over him. Sure, he definitely had combat experience and, probably, wasn't that bad at teaching, given that Atsushi was still following him. But something about him was off and you didn't like it. Nor that you had any choice, Dazai was there for a reason and that reason was Fukuzawa's order.

"Whatever," you sighed. "Can we get to it already?"

Today was the day when you were supposed to learn some self-defence techniques. Your ability wasn't really of a combat type, so you never participated in fights but it didn't mean that you had a zero possibility of running into problems. It was your own request to be taught how to protect yourself.

However, you didn't feel quite confident at all. You genuinely hated conflicts and tended to avoid people, so all of this was a somewhat essential but still itchy experience. Your sporty shorts and a skintight top wasn't helping the situation either. Especially, since a person with who you were going to get quite close physically was a rather attractive young man. You and Dazai weren't that close, just colleagues who barely communicated. For you he was just as attractive as he was annoying - you wouldn't mind having a fling with him but nothing more. Maybe it was the way he carried himself: overly cheerful, loud and noisy. Or maybe it was the things he was hiding: his true mischievous, manipulative personality.

Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself that it was your idea, something that your survival depended on and that you just had to get over it.

"Usually you're not the one who fights, y/n-chan. So what are we doing here?" Dazai asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

His eyes were gleaming with a vicious sparkle. Your power imbalance was uncomfortable to you. You shrugged, the feeling that he was a big cat and you were his meal strongly sat in your guts.

"I'm here to learn how to defend myself. Like some easy techniques. I'm not very strong, keep it in mind," you reminded with a well-controlled flat voice but some notes of irritation would have been apparent even to the densest person.

Osamu didn't answer, instead, he let his fake smile turn into a smirk. For a moment the room fell into silence and you could swear that your heart was beating too loud. Both of you just stared at each other for some seconds until the smile returned on Dazai's lips and the man joyfully clapped.

"Okay, gotcha! First of all," he took a step closer. "The most important thing in fighting is a stable stance. Stand like this," he put the left leg forward and motioned you to follow him.

Hesitantly you mirrored his stance, the feeling of embarrassment washing over you. It wasn't even the physical activity that you hated but the way Dazai was gazing at you. Predatory eyes were gliding over your skin like he was analysing your tiniest movements. Like he was about to pounce.

Just as you anticipated, once you've finished copying him, Osamu clicked his tongue and stood up.

"No, y/n-chan, you're doing it wrong."

You were about to argue but Dazai was already behind you. Suddenly painfully aware of the warmth of his body you tried to move from him but he was quick to put a hand on your hip.

"Let me help you," his hot breath ran over the shell of your ear making you flinch a little.

While you were contemplating whether you should allow him to be that close, Dazai had already brushed his palm down your leg. Now he was standing next to you, your bodies touching.

"There," he encouraged, moving your leg a little further by the back of your knee. His other hand was still placed on your hip and such a position was taking away any personal space you had before.

"Thanks," you muttered, feeling the light smell of his cologne.

"Now you're standing rather steady, aren't you?" he beamed with his hand still on your leg.

"Ah, yeah," you muttered, grabbing him by the wrist and pushing it off yourself then taking a step back. "Guess, we can move to the actual stuff now."

"Y/n-chan!" Dazai exclaimed. "The stance is very important, I didn't show it for fun!"

You saw the man's lips curl into a pout but either than that he didn't display any sign of irritation by you pushing him away. Keeping that in mind you decided that even though he might not have any ill intentions you should stay on guard.

Something dropped behind the door and as you inverted your gaze to the sound you felt your hair being grabbed.

"What," you didn't even have the chance to end the question instantly being pushed to the wall.

Your colleague's right hand was holding firmly your hair, the other one gripping your waist. You tried to push back, but to no avail - his whole body was pushing you to the wall.

"Dazai," you growled.

"Too bad, y/n-chan," he cooed. "How can you protect yourself when you have such a short attention span? Look at you - one move and you're helpless."

The sting of resentment piercing through your heart encouraged you to grumble through the teeth:

"I told you I'm weak."

"And stupid apparently," he gibbed.

"Listen," you tried to free yourself but instead just shook your hips clumsily. "If you came here just to insult me, let's end it, I'll ask Fukuzawa-san to send someone else," voice full with venom, you wanted to be as far from Dazai as possible but instead felt with dread as your hips bucked into his. You jolted forward fighting for the tiniest bit of space.

If Dazai noticed, he didn't show it as there was no reaction whatsoever. However, your little touch wasn't the only thing he ignored:

"Let me instead show you how to deflect it," he proposed, paying no heed to your words.

He backed up and you got a chance to glance at him with unhidden irritation. He met your gaze with a cheesy smile like he wasn't a person degrading you a couple of seconds ago. However, giving it a little bit more thought you exhaled and nodded. After all, you should've picked up something from this lesson, not just the revelation that Dazai was a total dick and you wouldn't want him to be near you ever again.

You moved from the wall and this time he gripped your hair slowly.

"What you want to do now is to grab my hand by both of yours, then stand back to the stance I showed you earlier, turn underneath the arm, so that you twist it and when the person lets go, just bolt. Got it?"

You hummed in acknowledgement. Perhaps it wasn't that difficult. Perhaps, at the end of the day, the lesson would be fruitful.

"Try it then," he prompted and then tugged at your hair lightly.

Following his instructions, you grabbed his hand and as you were about to go underneath his arm, he spun you. His arm was firmly holding your throat.

"No, y/n-chan, I've told you your stance was wrong," he whined. "Let me show you again."

"What just happened?" you asked confusedly but he already was spreading your legs.

Osamu didn't answer, too busy putting you in the right stance. And you tried your best to concentrate on how your legs were placed instead of his fingers brushing over your ass a couple of times, once getting a little bit too close to your clothed vagina.

"Just like this," he said and his hand slid up from your knee to your waist getting under the top a little.

From your point of view, the skinship was completely irrelevant but you decided to keep your sharky comments to yourself. For now, you were going to follow his instructions and maybe you could avoid the conflict.

Maybe not.

This time around when you were trying to deflect his arm, once again he outpowered you. You cursed as he said with disappointment in his voice (you were pretty sure it was the fake one, he was enjoying it, that bastard):

"You're too slow, y/n-chan. Do you think attackers would just stand there and watch as you crawl your way out of their grip as a turtle in slow-mo?"

"Dazai, I'd appreciate it if you-"

"Again," he cut you harshly, puppeting you around like you were nothing but a doll.

His attitude towards you was so demoralizing you were fighting the urge to end it here and there. Losing all the motivation and looking exhausted, you tried to go through the motion again but Dazai wasn't having it.

"Hm, y/n-chan, kinda feels like you're not trying hard enough. Should I give you a motivation boost?" he exclaimed cheerfully but before you could say that he should go fuck himself he had already pushed you to the wall. Again.

You were expecting harsh words pouring from his mouth, but instead, it was the kisses as he roughly pulled your hair baring your neck for him. The hot tongue travelled from your shoulder to the globe of your ear, prompting you to jolt. Once again you attempted to push him away but could barely move. His left hand was pinning your wrist and his right one was painfully tagging at your hair, cranking your head to the side.

"Dazai," you wanted to let him know that you understood his intentions but he needed to stop when a not so gentle bite quickly shut you up.

He was licking and nipping leaving hickeys at your poor neck. You were squirming and whirling under his touch not giving up yet, so he thrust his hips into yours. There was no way you could keep any sounds in, so a whiny moan escaped your lips. You felt Dazai stopping, a satisfied smirk on his lips, then without saying a word, he continued torturing your sensitive neck. Two things were clear to you: a strong lust was taking over your body which meant that you were slowly losing yourself and that Dazai had just started playing with you, there were more to come.

Dazai. Dazai! Realising who was the man behind you, you tried to gain back control. Osamu was just being a bully, whywere you letting him see you in such a state? He certainly didn't deserve nor your moans, nor your hips grinding his.

You were thinking this but it took everything in you to not just give in to his touch. While you were having an internal battle, Dazai pulled away with a loud pop.

"Five."

"Five what?" you mewled weakly.

"There are five hickeys on your neck," Dazai murmured. "You look so good, all red and moaning. When you can't even do anything. You've been definitely enjoying it, sure you still want to continue learning self-defence techniques?"

You widened your eyes at his words.

"Excuse me?!" you exploded. "What the hell are you implying?!"

With all force, you shoved him in the side with an elbow. Dazai hissed and even though the attack was fairly weak he let go.

"I mean, no kink-shaming," he put hands in the air surrendering.

"What's your problem?!"

It was hard for you to overcome your desire of slapping him but no way in hell you were staying in one room with him for another second. You bolted but Dazai was quicker, catching your hand.

"Where're you going? For a moment there I thought you didn't agree and wanted to continue," he quipped. "Come on, that was just one technique."

"Dazai, let me go," you growled yanking your hand free. "I've had enough of you today, I'm leaving."

You had already turned to leave when he pulled you to the ground. You snorted in frustration, your legs fiercely kicking but the lack of strategy played against you and there you were - trapped under him. Osamu was sitting between your legs with his arms pinning yours to the ground.

You felt unbearably hot and weak, your cunt throbbing against his groin. His face was hanging right above yours, so close you could feel his breath. Unintentionally your eyes focused on his lips then you looked up. Only now you noticed how lustful his gaze was. He clearly was a winner today and he was about to enjoy his prize. As you licked your lips, your recognised your mistake - now your eagerness was more than obvious.

"I'm just parched," you faltered but it sounded pathetic even to you.

"I'm sure you are," Osamu whispered, sitting back. "One more technique and I'll let you go." His fingers gripped your thighs.

Since his weight was off you now, you felt kind of cold. Not knowing where to place your arms, you were about to put them next to your sides when Dazai commanded you to keep them still.

That position was too sexy for your liking - arms are placed next to your head, legs spread. All of it without his control felt like you were offering yourself to him. Like you were submitting. The man was clearly savouring it because his gaze was so intense, in the end, you even had to avert yours.

Dazai clearly didn't like it, tapping your left thigh:

"Look at me, y/n-chan, how else are you supposed to learn?"

You slowly turned back, embarrassed as your eyes darted all over him until they abruptly stopped at his crotch. There was a visible boner in his pants. When Osamu followed your gaze and loudly chuckled you felt your cheeks grow hot and desire growing stronger.

"Concentrate, y/n-chan," Dazai said amusingly but the only thing you could concentrate on was the wetness between your legs. You feared it might start to be visible through your shorts.

"Look, if someone got you into this position," Osamu continued like both of you didn't want the same thing and that thing was to fuck. "You have to keep your arms straight and put them on your shoulders, like this," he gently took your hands and placed them as he instructed. "Then you should put your leg on my hip," he tried to do it for you once again but your leg was wobbly. All the strength you had was wasted on keeping your arms straight.

Dazai sighed theatrically but he couldn't keep a vicious sparkle in his eyes.

"Y/n-chan," he whinged. "You're such a bad student. Weak. Stupid," his fingers were slowly stroking your thigh. "Having a short attention span. Don't you think that you should have concentrated on learning some stuff instead of thinking about my cock?" With this question his arm groped your ass, pulling you closer.

He gripped your hips and you let out a moan. Now you weren't trying to hold back. You were already a loser, might as well enjoy it. Being a tease he was, Dazai wasn't ready to give you everything right then and there but you were having none of it. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer by his collarbone. Osamu certainly wasn't ready for such a force so he confusingly complied.

"Call me stupid one more time and I'm leaving," you warned him, a confident smirk playing on your lips.

Dazai's face quickly changed from surprised to a perverse one. He dropped down on you, pinning you with his whole body and slammed his hips into yours. As you moaned he caressed your face, lovingly brushing your hair, and then whispered:

"I'm gonna break you, pretty doll."

With one swift motion, he put your wrists in one hand pinning it above your head, his tongue running over your lips then dragging you into a deep kiss. As you two were hungrily kissing each other you felt his fingers crawling under your waistband. You jolted, an instinct of placing your hand over his acting up but he was still holding you firmly. He ran one finger over your cunt but you were already shaking, silently begging for more.

"Dazai," you moaned desperately asking him to get down to business.

"You're so wet, y/n-chan," he licked your earlobe making you writhe. "I wish I teased you a little bit more," he started to kiss your jaw getting lower and lower. "I said that I'd break you but it seems you're already at your limit," he chortled, helping you to take your top and bra off.

"You look so beautiful," he murmured once you were almost fully naked in front of him.

Suddenly his gaze turned soft and you felt even more aroused than you before. Gladly the man wasn't planning on wasting any time as he started to lick, nip and bite one of your nipples, playing with his fingers with another. Moaning lewdly and rutting your hips you put your hand into his hair, curling soft strands in your fingers.

When he finished playing with your tits, he wanted to go further down, to place kisses on your lower stomach, but you decided to get back at him. Placing your straight hands on his shoulders, you put a leg on his thigh just as he instructed and squirmed out of his grip.

"You talk about me but look at yourself," you shoved a knee between his thighs, pushing it at his boner. "You were hard even before I started to feel something else besides irritation."

Now it was Osamu whose breath hitched. You were savouring your little win when he looked back at you with a dangerous grin. That was when you realised you fucked up. He quickly grabbed your leg and turned you over on the stomach. Laying down on you, he harshly seized your hair and hissed:

"A+ for learning the technique, but your attitude towards you teacher," he took off your shorts with pants nearly ripping them. "Needs some correction."

That was when the sound of a loud slap broke the silence of the room. You jolted, a gasp leaving your lips. You tried to crawl from him but his grip on your hair was strong.

"Come on, y/n-chan, it was just one slap. Don't you think you deserve it?" The hand that hit you was stroking your bruised ass cheek.

"It fucking hurt," you spit.

"Was it?" Dazai chuckled. "Say that you're sorry."

"For what?" you raged but another hit was your answer.

"Dazai, stop," you sobbed.

"Wrong," he retorted slapping your ass again. "Plus, if you don't like it why are you leaking so much?"

You embarrassingly bit a lip at his remark.

"A little bit of masochistic, are you?" Dazai noted. "Well, if you insist, I can keep on going."

You knew that both of you were barely holding it, so you decided to submit. Just this once.

"I'm sorry!" You squealed after another hit.

"Good girl," Osamu placed a soft kiss on your back still not letting go of your hair. "Now it's time for a treat."

And with that, he finally pushed the first finger into you. Since you were so wet there was a little pool under you, Dazai successfully pushed another finger shortly after. You quivered and jerked your hips begging him to move. This time around your colleague decided not to tease you.

As his fingers were pumping in and out of you, you were trying to push your head down to steady yourself but Dazai didn't let go. You were completely at his will.

"'m close," you mewled, your eyes rolling back.

Dazai hummed in acknowledgement and withdrew his hand. You groaned offendedly but heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped and then felt something else rubbing at your entrance.

Finally, Osamu positioned himself behind you and pushed inside, your pussy stretching obediently. The fullness made you gasp pervertedly. As he started moving your mind went completely blank. The only thing that existed for you at that moment was Dazai and his cock inside of you. He let go of your hair, one hand now was holding your hips and another one was giving attention to your clit.

You had no idea how he was still holding on but once your sensitive bud got stimulated you quickly come undone.

"Once more," Dazai panted while moving and playing with your clit simultaneously.

Even though you were tired, you had actually felt desire growing again. Osamu was just way too good for you to resist. You thought that the only thing he was chasing was his high, but he didn't cum until you orgasmed again denying himself every time he got too close. That's why when you cummed for the second time you did it toghether.

He rolled off you, but you couldn't move even a finger, for a moment you've gone completely numb. Your chest was going up and down with heavy breaths, your heart was racing. None of you spoke because you didn't know what to talk about. Especially, since you, personally, felt way too embarrassed to admit that you had just cummed two times because of an annoying Dazai Osamu.

"Looks like we ended in time!" Dazai chirped after some time and you looked at the clock realising that you spent here one hour. Just like it was promised.

"Wish I had actually learned something though," you remarked lazily, trying to pull on your shorts back. You just had to make it to the shower room and then wear your casual clothes. However, your pants were completely ruined.

"Well, if you think that you need another one, just let me know," you looked back at Dazai and his smirk told you that he wasn't meaning the self-defence lessons. You felt your cheeks grow hot again.

"Yeah, sure," you muttered, awkwardly leaving the training room.

From now on you intended on avoiding Dazai whenever it's possible.

Little did you know he had other plans.

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Kim Sunwoo - Hands Off [Requested]

softdom!Sunwoo x gf!reader

Request: Sunwoo likes to play with his girlfriend's breasts

Warnings: mentions of bullying, body image, underage drinking, anxiety (very brief), titfucking

Long overdue request for @ace-seventeen-world , I hope you like it! Also first time writing anything about titfucking, I hope it turned out alright. 🙏🏽

Sunwoo loves you even when you don't feel like loving yourself.

Being well-endowed since puberty hit meant you received a lot of unwanted attention from all genders. Some would pass judgement, calling you desperate for attention; and some would ogle and make lewd comments. This led to you coming to school wearing oversized baggy clothes and even turtlenecks no matter the weather. The less your body was apparent for people to judge, the better, you thought. Except the comments never stopped. You were so sick of your body being the talk of the student population of your small-town high school that you couldn't wait to graduate; and move far away to start afresh in college, where you futilely hoped that people would be more mature about these things.

Moving away for college turned out to be the best decision you made. You made a whole bunch of new, more mature friends who taught you to embrace and appreciate your body. Inappropriate comments from strangers still came your way, but with your new, reliable support system, you learnt to shut them out, and your girlfriends would even try to fight them for you, which made you feel very touched and grateful. Apparently, this sincerity didn't stop with just your good friends. That was also how you met your current boyfriend. Your friends had convinced you to come with them to a party during your first semester, and you allowed them to doll you up, upon much pestering. You were dressed in a nice blouse and skirt, which turned some heads at the party, and though you felt rather self-conscious in the beginning, you loosened up after a few drinks and dances. From there, you didn't care if people paid good or bad attention to you; all you wanted was to have fun with your best friends.

One of your friends introduced you to a gaggle of other first- and second-years, who were very loud and goofy, except for one; who had previously been laughing boisterously along with them until he set his eyes on you. He abruptly stopped laughing when you made eye contact, and you could have sworn he developed a light flush. With pouty lips and dark eyes, and a mop of fluffy black hair, he smiled shyly at you, nodding in acknowledgement and softly introducing himself. His voice was deep and had an attractive drawl and a pleasant raspiness. His name was Sunwoo, and you ingrained it into your memory easily, smiling shyly back at him. You mostly kept to yourself as the rest of them chatted, nursing your drink when a flurry of words and a loud slap shook you. You whipped around to see one of the boys, with cotton-candy hair and sharp feline eyes rubbing his arm and muttering under his breath next to Sunwoo, who was staring at you while whispering something to the boy - Eric, was it?

"Apologize!" Sunwoo hissed, nudging him. You tried to back off but Eric nervously came forward and rubbed his neck sheepishly, stuttering an apology while avoiding your eyes. He didn't specify what he was apologizing for, but you already had an inkling. All your friends were now staring at you, confused as to what had transpired. Unable to handle the stifling awkwardness, you quickly murmured "It's fine, Eric," before speedwalking away to get some fresh air, unaware that a certain dark-haired boy was scurrying after you. You turned to the nearest balcony and hurriedly gulped some fresh air to calm down, all-too-familiar feelings of panic and shame drowning you. You fought back tears, ignoring some of the smokers occupying the same space, who were looking at you with a mixture of confusion and pity. You managed to calm your breathing, and blink back tears, when a figure slowly comes to stand next to you. He doesn't look at you out of courtesy, fixing his gaze straight ahead. "Are you alright?" he asks softly. You nod firmly, trying to seem completely calm. "Eric... sometimes says things without thinking, but I know that's not an excuse. I just want to apologize again, for making you uncomfortable." His voice is gentle and soothing, and you tilt your head to face him, since he was a bit taller.

"It's not your fault, but thanks Sunwoo. And don't worry, parties aren't really my thing, I just came cause my friends were begging me to join them," you chuckle softly, to which Sunwoo gives you a lopsided grin.

"I feel you on that. I'm here to look after my idiot friends."

You share a good laugh, and spend the rest of the evening getting to know each other, but conversation comes easy, like you've known each other for years.

You and Sunwoo's paths seem to cross often, apparently because his faculty was right next to yours, and soon your friend groups merge and become one massive group, and you've even forgiven Eric. Days turned into months, casual meetups turned into lunch and movie dates, and soon you and Sunwoo are constantly switching back and forth staying over at each other's apartments.

Ever since you two started dating and you've gotten used to wearing more comfortable clothes around him, you've noticed him staring at your chest every now and then, but at least he had the decency to look apologetic and embarrassed whenever you catch him. You started to tease him, and he would bashfully hide his face and whine cutely. To get back at you, he'd purposely keep his hands cold and hug you out of nowhere, just to hear you squeal, knowing you're ticklish. Sometimes he'd be even bolder, trailing his hands up your sides and cupping your breasts under your shirt, especially when you walk around the house with no bra on. He'd do it when you're cuddling on the couch watching a movie, or worse, when you're trying to study. You didn't mind it usually, since you appreciated the support from his hands since the weight of your breasts takes a toll on your back, and you weren't fond of wearing a bra 24/7. Except the little shit likes to tease, jiggling them around and squeezing them when he's being extra playful, even grazing your nipples with his fingertips; chuckling lowly in your ear when you gasp or squirm in pleasure.

One night in bed, you confront him jokingly. Your period was on its way soon, and your breasts were feeling extra tender and swollen, something you had complained about, so your dear boyfriend very happily obliged, massaging them gently to ease your discomfort. After a while he gets bored, and starts prodding them, round eyes watching intently as they bounce. You can't help but laugh at how adorably fascinated he looks, so you ask him why he's so enamored by your boobs.

"They're just.. fun to play with, yknow? Bouncy and squishy. Can't help myself okay, you're just so perfect," Sunwoo grumbles, blushing again since he got caught.

"Yeah? What if I lose weight and they get smaller? Will you still like me then?" you ask, feeling rather self-conscious, irrational worries that he only likes you for your assets filling your mind. You try to ignore them, knowing your relationship with Sunwoo was much more than superficial, but trauma and bad memories keep causing you to doubt yourself.

"Of course I would!" Sunwoo gasps, reaching up to hold your face urgently but with such a tender gaze in his eyes. "It's still you, and you'll always be perfect, and I love you no matter what."

Tears welled up in your eyes when he said those words. Few people had treated you with such genuine kindness and you were so grateful to have him as your partner. You squished his cheeks together and pressed a kiss to his lips, surprising him. "I love you too, Sunwoo," you whispered, a small smile on your teary face. A cheeky grin slowly replaces the shock on his face. "Shall I show you just how much I love you?" he drawls, crawling on top of you, making you lay down on the bed. Sunwoo positions you to nestle comfortably against the pillows, helping you take your shirt off afterwards.

Your cheeks start to heat up at Sunwoo's intense gaze raking over your body, and your arms habitually come up to shield your breasts, but he's quick to catch them, gently pulling them away. "Don't be shy. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met, inside and out," he murmurs, making you blush even harder. He kisses you deeply, before trailing his lips down, pressing light kisses down your neck and across your chest, gently nipping at the skin just above your right nipple. He resumes massaging your breasts, admiring the way your face scrunches up cutely in pleasure, his warm hands on your skin making you sigh happily. He leans down again, tracing a circle around your areola, making you shiver. He teases you a little more, flicking your hardened nub with his tongue before finally latching on and suckling on it, rubbing it periodically with his tongue. His hands are still massaging your breasts, twisting and tugging on your other nipple.

He pulls off with a satisfied 'pop' when you whine, pleased with how raw and puffy your nipple has become, glistening with an abundance of his spit. He dives back down to subject your other nipple to the same treatment, but this time, his free hand creeps down your tummy and between your thighs. You moan when he grazes your clit with his fingertips, and you can feel his plush lips smirk into your skin, obviously proud of himself. You willingly part your legs, and he dips his middle finger straight into your folds, your juices coating his finger instantly. He raises his head to look at you, eyebrows raised cheekily. "So wet already, babe? Always knew your nipples were so sensitive," he chuckles, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. You shut your eyes, the stimulation of his mouth on your chest and his hand on your pussy clouding your mind. He inserts another finger and pumps you faster while he drags his teeth against your puffy nipple, making you shiver and moan even louder.

He starts leaving hickeys and bites all over your decolletage, looking forward to seeing those pretty marks bloom purple tomorrow morning. Finally, he eases up on his ministrations on your chest, and focused on fucking you hard and fast with his fingers, slamming three digits into your core, gleefully watching the way your breasts jiggle from the impact. He glances up at your face, finding your head tossed back, soft mewls and moans falling from raw, bitten lips. You're clutching the bedsheets in a death grip as Sunwoo starts sucking on your clit as he fingers you. He sucks hard, nudging it with his tongue every so often as he slows down his thrusts, opting to scissor you open and drag his fingertips along your walls, rubbing hard against your g-spot when he finds it, indicated by your shrill yelp. "B-babe, gonna c-cum," you gasp, still writhing in pleasure. "Go on, love, cum for me," he mumbles against your core, and soon you're clenching on his fingers, coating them with your cum, and he continues to fuck you through your climax.

Gasping for air, you wince as he pulls his fingers out, pussy clenching on nothing as you watch him idly put them in his mouth, sucking them clean. He smiles lazily at you, telling you how sweet you taste and even gives you a kiss, making you taste yourself. Your cheeks turn crimson again, and you decide you want to return the favor, having felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh when he leaned down to kiss you. You eye the tent in his jeans, and start unbuckling his belt. He looks at you in alarm, grasping your hands to stop you. "Baby, you don't have to do that, this is about you," he smiles gently. You pout at him. "But I wanna help you too! I have an idea that I always wanted to try with you…" Sunwoo takes a moment to consider, making sure you were genuinely comfortable doing so, and his eyes glimmer with anticipation when he nods in agreement. You beam wordlessly at him, helping him out of his jeans and boxers. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight of his erect cock.

Sunwoo's dick always made you feel good, whether it was fucking your pussy or your throat, but you always wondered what it would feel like sliding between your bountiful breasts. You pull him up to straddle your chest, and his eyes widen when he realizes what you want him to do. "Really?" he gasps, dick twitching with excitement when you readily nod. He chokes on a moan when you swipe your finger up his cock, gathering his dripping precum to slather it between your breasts. He slowly slides his dick into the valley between your breasts as your hands push them together, making it even tighter around him, and he groans lowly. Sunwoo thrusts shallowly, loving the way the smooth skin of your breasts feels around his aching cock. He begins to take over, his larger, warmer hands replacing yours, squishing your tits together as he rocks his hips faster, becoming addicted to the the feeling. It wasn't much physical stimulation for you, but you felt yourself getting hot again watching his face contort in pleasure, his tightening grip on your tender, sensitive breasts rather arousing. You can't look away, mesmerized by how good he looks with his lower lip caught between his teeth, grunting softly as he uses your tits to get himself off.

"You look so hot like this Sunwoo," you murmur, your hand resting on his thigh as he continues to piston his hips. He barks out a breathless laugh, "Have you looked at yourself properly? You're fucking gorgeous, babe, don't you ever forget that. Although, I'm down to remind you all the time." he winks. You smirk at him, and your hands come up to squeeze his muscular ass, the same way he likes to squeeze your boobs. He's got a nice butt, you had to admit, toned and sculpted from years of various sports, and it was your weakness the same way your breasts were his. He moans louder when he feels you groping his ass, hips stuttering as he approaches his climax. He throws his head back as he fucks erratically, squishing your tits even tighter together and you keen at the rough treatment. You coax him in a soft whisper to cum all over your tits, and soon he does, painting your chest white as his hips slow down, and he's gasping for air. A little bit of his cum has spurted onto your lips, but you willingly lick it up and smile up at him, your hands still soothingly rubbing his cheeks as he comes down from his high.

You grab some wet tissues from your bedside drawers and clean up your chest as best as you could, wiping away all the cum before Sunwoo flops next to you, resting his head on your chest the way he usually loves to. You lay there in comfortable silence for a while more, stroking his hair and you feel him smile into your skin, his finger absentmindedly tracing the hickeys he's left across your breasts. Maybe going to that party all those months ago was the best decision you ever made (second only to moving here for college), and maybe you and Sunwoo finally get out of bed to shower, and maybe you go for a second round in the bathroom, filling the steamy air with echoes of wet skin slapping and soft proclamations of 'I love you's.