#if you want suggestions of who to listen to now

[horrorartsworld]

The Kenji Sato brainrot is taking over my brain. May I request a fiancé reader and a jealous!ken. In which one of the opposing players hits on his girl during a game and he shows off by hitting a home run or something. afterwards he takes his jealousy out on her in the locker room. Im in need to a smutty kenji fic (also pls mention breeding bc i love dilfs) 😭 ur work is so fire thank u

𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓇𝓊𝓃

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ᳂ jealous!kenji sato x f!fiancé!reader

warnings: smut. hint of possessiveness. rough kenji. breeding kink. daddy kink, spanking if you look hard enough, kinda proofread…kinda sorta

ngl i squealed seeing this request snsnsbjxis i hope this cured your sato rot 🫶🏻🫶🏻 also, if anyone wants to give me some constructive criticism on this i would love to get some feedback to hopefully better my writes for the future!

It was the Giants versus the Tigers.

The Tigers being your fiancés least favorite team to go against in the league..and it just so happens your seat had been put right next to the opposing teams dug out, and you would’ve taken it up with someone upfront but you didn’t want to be one to complain especially when you got a good view of your team. Though it was getting real hard for you to hear all the hateful comments being thrown around about Kenji.

“He’s such an arrogant asshole…”

“He shouldn’t be playing baseball..” they’d say, causing you to squirm about as the fury built up within you being the protective spouse you were, but before you could even give them a piece of what you had to say the shrill cheers of “Sato! Sato! Sato!”, made you break away from it.

Practically jumping out of your seat as you cheer along with the dozens of fans beside you when you see him strutting out onto the field like it was his very own stage. Throwing his hand up causally in a greeting to everyone causing the whole stadium to erupt in a flurry once more and it doesn’t take him long to spot you in the crowd on the other side, giving you a little wink and a cocky grin.

Your feel your heart pining with a rush of excitement as you then shout while cupping your hands over your mouth like your own personal megaphone, “Go get em baby!” He chuckles while shaking his head when hearing that, a sense of pride washing over him knowing that your here for him as he goes up to plate.

You on the other hand couldn’t help but think of how good he looked in this moment with that concentrated look on his face..the way his bat hung over his broad shoulder…let alone how his baseball uniform hugged him just right when he stood in position…

“Hey there sweet thing..”

Your brows furrow as you look around to see who erupted your thoughts, looking down to notice one of the Tigers players had peaked out from the dug out and was giving you a certain look. Scoffing you ignore him as you wanted to pay more attention to Kenji who was batting.

“Awww don’t ignore me..i just wanna talk”

“And i’m just wanna watch the game…” You grumble, crossing your arms over your chest along with legs.

You could see out of the corner of your eye the player was practically gawking at you shamelessly, letting his eyes rake up your now crossed legs. Starting to get uncomfortable you try to zone him out once more when Kenji gets his first strike, seeing the catcher was giving him a hard time.

“Instead of watching the game i could give you something better to watch in private..” His slimy voice comes through your consciousness once more, again trying to ignore him Kenji strikes out again making you frown as you can tell he was getting frustrated with himself and the catcher.

“Baby stop playing hard to get..he’s got nothing compared to what i’ve got right here..” That’s when you see him grab himself suggestively and you completely lost your mind.

“Listen here you disgusting pig! You’ll never be Ken Sato even if you tried…you’re just a low life scumb-”

CRACK

The noise rings through your ears before you could even finish your rage-full tangent as your eyes then land on Kenji who seems more than pissed for someone who just hit a home run. His eyes piercing and flickering between the two of you with looks that could kill as he took each an every base with moxie, the man from the other team looks back up at you letting out a low whistle. “Soooo is that a no?”

*             *             *

Kenji had been stewing on what he had saw after the game, his hand ran through his sweaty hair as a few of his teammates congratulated him on the win as they exited the locker room. He leans his head back to rest against the wall with his eyes closed for a moment, hearing the large metal door swing open of the locker room, not bothering to open his eyes until he hears a soft, “Kenji?”

He sits up slightly at this though the back of his head still rested against the wall, legs spread wide as his hands dangled between them in a lazy display, his face twisting in annoyance.

“Hey…,” you say with a small awkward smile and a small tilt of your head, your arms hugging your midsection. “You did amazing out there..”

“Mhm,” he hums uninterestedly, looking up at the ceiling.

“And a home run too..your dad would be proud..”

He shakes his head, still not bothering to look at you. Noticing his leg starting to jump slightly up and down. “Probably..”

You knew it was inappropriate for the situation, referring back to the thoughts of his uniform and how it hugged him so..the thrill you felt seeing him in front of you now all bent out of shape though he won a game this way was ten times more great. “Y-You seem upset..”

“Ha do i?,” He asks sarcastically with a huff. His tone becoming colder, with one of his hands coming to grip at one of his knees, specifically the one bouncing nonstop. “Anyway shouldn’t you be heading home by now? It’s getting late..”

It was late and Emi probably is giving poor Mina the run around, but your main priority was to get this straightened out first. “This is about that Tiger player isn’t it..”

“No..”

You scoff, rubbing your forehead in frustration. “Damn it, Kenji! Don’t-”

Your words die out on your lips when he reaches out and grabs you by the waist, tugging you onto his lap and holding your chin taut in his grasp making you look him dead in his eyes. “Who do you think you’re talking to like that, Huh?”

You swallow, unable to form words in your mouth, trying to avoid his gaze now as you feel a lump take place in your throat. “m-m’ sorry..” you managed to meekly muster.

“That’s what i thought..” He growls, giving a light slap to your ass with his free hand causing you to squeak in surprise. Taking advantage of your mouth slightly being open for the moment he practically assaults it with his own in a hungry frenzy. Your lips trying their best to keep up with his face paced movements, especially when his tongue practically swallows yours in your own mouth and all you can do is moan pitifully.

He almost chuckled at the sound and pulls away for a moment from you with a string of saliva still connecting your lips, taking in your state of a breathless haze that he found quite endearing. “You wanna play? don’t you baby..” he coos huskily, rubbing his thumb along your now puffy bottom lip disconnecting the string and letting it slip down your chin.

You nod innocently at his ask, eyes big and doughy. Your sweetness not faltering what he was about to do to you. Completely loosing his patience and changing positions from the chair to having you bent over in front of him on all fours, removing your panties from under your skirt in one swift motion with his long slender fingers skimming down your thigh as the lace fabric hits the floor. Your thighs quivering now just from that simple touch to only have his erection pressed against your silk, instantly wetting the fabric of his baseball pants. “Pretty pussy already making such a mess on me..”

His tone awfully too low for comfort that it made you clench around nothing. “K-kenji please…”

He blatantly ignores your pleas as he takes his time taking both his pants and his boxers off making you whine until you finally hear them clatter to the floor. “Whose is this?” he mutters, letting his tip tap against your leaking entrance tauntingly earning a gasp from you. His other hand goes to grip onto your hip with some of your skirt bunched up in his hold when he lets his tip then tease your folds. “Tell me..”

“Kenji- ah.. I-”

“Not quite..” he says almost disappointed as he pulls his tip away making you feel lost without him against you, he was insinuating something specific when through your muddled brain you fine the answer.

“D-daddy’s” you assure him almost panting, and before you could overthink what you said he thrust himself into fully and you both moan in unison.

“F-Shit say it again..” he orders, head falling back with his hand pulling you into him by the hip as he stretched you out. Already getting consumed by the feeling of being inside you that he starts picking up the pace causing you to mewl out a daddy without hesitation.

Your ass clapping with each connect of his hips that were becoming more brutal with each passing second, tantalizing delicious force that can probably be heard by anyone outside the room. “S-slow down K-kengi!.. i-i can’t hah-“

“Shh, yes you can baby..Jus’ need to fuck you full of my cum..maybe make you pregnant before I marry you..” those words alone about made you fall forward on your face though his grip on your hips don’t let you only causing him to chuckle.

“Oh you like that don’tcha? Mmm..yeah you like the thought of that huh? Fuccck princess I’m gonna breed my pussy so good…” he rabbles on, getting more possessive and vulgar with it as he goes on, taking a quick glimpse at him from behind you as he was just as focused at making you feel good like he was focused on the field hitting that baseball moments ago. Fucking so deep inside you till you start clenching around his cock.

“h-gh i’m gonna..”

“That’s it..so fucking good, baby,” he encourages you and you let out a meekly whimper, as his hands reached down to rub at your clit. You start to squirm against his touch, eyes squeezing shut at the movement and to add to it he reaches down to pull you up by your throat till your back is against his chest, reaching deeper places, still relentlessly pounding away with sweat coating both of your bodies and ecstasy riding up on you. Honestly you didn’t want it to be any other way than how he made you feel. “So good frrme…Tell him who you belong to and you can cum baby…Be a good girl for daddy and let that dumb motherfucker on the Tigers and the rest of this stadium know who owns you..”

“Kenji Fucking Sato!”

[bigwishes]

Big Man on Campus

(a trade with @alphajocklover)

Trent had been going to college for almost 4 years at this point, he was 21 and steadily approaching his 22nd birthday and approaching his graduation even faster. He had spent most of his time inside, working on his computer engineering degree or gaming. He didn't really care for the college party scene, he'd much rather stay in his tidy little single all weekend until monday classes.

but when it finally sank in how close it was to being over Trent couldn't help but have a little bit of regret, should he have hit the gym with the other guys on his floor? should he have joined the casual rowing team just for some fun and exercise? was computer science really what he wanted a degree in? Senior doubt and regret flooded his mind, but there was still an upside. 4 months were left, 4 months he'd make the most of.

Trent went on the college forums looking for something to do, he thought about a few of the options but found two that he really liked. The first was a dungeons and dragons club the second was listen as an exercise club but it also seemed to be a project for two sport science students.

Transformation Experiment Ground: "Our names are Brody and Clark, we are looking for young males on campus who are out of shape looking to get in shape and help with our experiment. Come form a sense of community, get the body you desire and help us with our research!" Monday came and classes went. Normally Trent would go home and smash out a few ours gaming but it was time for his clubs to start. First he had the sport experiment thing, the only issue was he only had a few minutes to get to the dnd club across campus, but he wasn't sure how sweaty he'd get or if he'd need a shower. He just had to hope there was a shower at the campus gym.

Trent checked his phone, he thought he was going to the campus gym but the address was for a room in the athlete scholarship dorms. Trent walked passed the gym and into the building next to it. The halls had photos of previous college athletes plastered up between the doors.

Finally he arrived, right on time, room 223. Trent raised his hand to knock when the door suddenly swung open. Standing before him was a jacked guy with spiked blonde hair in a black tank and grey sweat pants and standing next to him just slightly down the hall was an equally jacked dude with shaggy brown hair in the same outfit.

"hey bro what's up I'm Brody and just over there is Clark"

Brody stuck out his hand but when Trent went to shake it he realised Brody was waiting for a fist bump not a hand shake, Trent awkwardly closed up his hand and bumped Brody's fist. Clark let out a douchey laugh that echoed out the door.

"Come in man, come in"

"You are, the only one comin" Clark sighed

"oh, was I the only one who signed up?"

Trent started to get anxious, guys who looked like this normally bullied him and now he was going to be on his own with them for an hour. Trent made his way into the room, following Brody and Clark.

The athlete dorms were so much bigger than the other rooms he'd been in. There was a large lounge space with a small kitchen, a door to a private bathroom and two bedrooms either side of the lounge.

In the corner of the lounge there was a small fold out chair and table. On the table were 5 green vials and what looked to be an oculus rift stripped down to its basic components.

"so ummm, where do we start with like a workout plan?"

"nah dude, I mean I can totally write you one but this is a bit more of a series of practice experiments" Brody said as he walked over to the small table

"get him hooked up man, I'm gonna grab my laptop with the video"

Trent followed Brody over to the small fold out chair

"its nothing too fancy but our class mates got the actual sports lab, apparently our experiment is pseudo-science"

"what exactly are you guys studying?"

"we are trying to see if active suggestion and nutrients redirection can get people to actively pursue fitness"

"oh damn, I just thought this was like, a workout class" Trent sat down as Brody began setting up the make shift visor. "if you don't mind me asking, what are you guys majoring in?"

"well I'm getting a double major in bio-chemistry and psychology"

"and I'm getting a double major in computer engineering and software development" Clark said as he walked back in carrying an open laptop

Trent's jaw almost dropped to the floor, he'd come here thinking he was going to be made to workout by two dumb jocks who were just going to scribble times on a napkin, but instead he's participating in a proper experiment designed by two people probably leagues smarter than him.

"okay man its real easy, we are gonna hook up an image display for a few minutes and you'll take a shot of this" Clark said as he handed over one of the small green vials.

"errrr, is it safe?"

Clark burst out laughing and Brody couldn't help but crack a smile.

"yeah man, its just a diet supplement you can get offline, fda approved, basically it tells your muscles they want to hold water and your fat cells to burn"

Trent downed the green liquid as Clark flicked the visor down over his eyes. There was a short beep sound before images began to flash on the visor. Flashes of guys working out, of dumbbells and the words you are a jock and you love working out and muscle.

Trent couldn't help it, he burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry guys this is so corny" He laughed.

The other two began to chuckle as well as the room filled with laughter.

"Look dude, Its the closest thing I could find on YouTube, its about the suggestions" Clark laughed

Suddenly the lights in the room began to flicker and all 3 globes in the lounge burnt out at once.

"what the-" Brody and Clark said in unison, but they were interrupted when sparks began to fly off the oculus. They rushed to try and take it off Trent but were shocked by the electricity. Sparks shout out of the power point in the wall and the two boys watched helplessly as Trent began to convulse in his seat.

Trent let out a painful and stalled out moan as the electricity travelled over the oculus and shocked his temples.

The room was dark was illuminated every few seconds by a shock or spark and the two boys could swear they could see something, something happening to Trent's body. A few more seconds passed before it finally stopped.

Brody and Clark stood there stunned, the sound of beeping could be heard from the kitchen as the oven entered safety mode, but a more concerning noise echoed in the boys ears. The sound of sizzling. Clark carefully walked over to the curtains and opened them, the room filling with light and showing them what had happened to Trent.

He sat in the chair with his head slumped forward, his chin hitting his chest as smoke was rising off the device on his head and all over his body. But what the two saw in the dark wasn't a trick of the light, Trent had indeed gotten bigger. His skinny fat body had expanded, he'd become more lean, his muscles more pronounced and most of the fat on his body had melted away.

Trent let out a moan as a string of drool fell from his mouth

"OH THANK FUCK HE'S ALIVE" Clark cried out with a sigh of relief.

The two rushed over and pulled the device off his head. Trent's eyes instantly responded as he looked up at the two of them.

"wooahh bro, huhu, that was intence" Trent mumbled

"yeah, thank god you're okay" said Brody.

Trent lifted his arm to the side and flexed his bicep and let out a dumb chuckle.

"errr, dude, real quick, what's your name?"

"Trent, duuuhuhuhu, you fuckin forgetful bro?"

Trent seemed okay but something was wrong, even with the short interaction the three of them had, Clark and Brody knew something had happened to him.

"hey Trent, what are you" Brody asked

Trent smirked as he lifted his other arm, completing a double bicep pose.

"a jock, duuuhuhuhu"

Trent stood up and effortlessly pushed passed the two as he started heading towards the door.

"well at least we know his motor functions weren't damaged"

Clark and Brody quickly followed him

"Dude, I really think you should go to the medical centre"

"Nah bro, I got dnd like NOW I gotta boost"

"wait Trent!" Clark yelled out "err, dnd thats an interesting hobbie for a jock, what else are you into"

Trent spun around on the spot with a big smirk on his face

"glad you asked dude, I love three things, gymmin, gamin, dndenin..dndin.....dndining....." Trent's voice trailed off as he tried to finish forming his catchy sentence

"and, what about your major? what are you studying?" Brody asked

"errr huhuhu, like, what's a major?" Trent said turning around to leave again

"FUCK DUDE I THINK WE ACTUALLY FRIED HIS BRAIN" Clark started to panic

"I mean, yeah, but it seems like his core interests and that jock hypno video have combined into a new personality, I dunno if we friend his brain more, re-wrote it"

"DUDE NOW IS NOT THE FUCKING TIME FOR YOUR INTEREST IN THE HUMAN BRAIN WE FUCKING CREATED GYM BRO FRANKENSTIEN"

Trent walked out the door into the crowded hallway. Students were all talking over the top of each other in front of their dorm rooms trying to work out what was going on. The two boys raced out to follow Trent.

"Trent dude wait!, errr, tell me about your dnd character" Brody called out desperately trying to stop him from leaving

Trent continued to power forward through the crowd, pushing through them like water with his new powerful body.

"well bro, I was gonna play some like, lil spell caster dude, but like, i dunno bro, numbers are hard, so like, I think I'm just gonna play, like, some sick fucking, roided out minotaur with a huge axe"

Brody was struggling to keep up with Trent, they both had already lost Clark to the sea of students. Brody grabbed onto the back of Trent's shirt which caused him to stop and turn around.

"woah lil dude, if you wanted some action all you had to do was ask, I got an 8 inch python with your na-"

"WHAT!, ha, oh, no dude, errr, that's" Brody's face turned bright red as he got flustered.

"no? damn too bad, you lil fuckin, science dudes are kinda cute"

Brody was stunned, some how all this muscle and new persona had also added a level of charm to Trent that dug right through to his core. But it was too late to grab his attention again. Trent had already pulled away and gone off out of Brody's sight...

One week had passed since the extreme power surge that had hit the Athlete Scholarship Dorms. There almost wasn't a single incident other than a few blown light bulbs and some damaged electronics....almost. The college had found out about Trent, no matter how hard Brody and Clark tried to hide it. However the two got off lucky. Both the College and the investigation into what happened deemed it was an accident that unfortunately resulted in what was being called "Personality Death". Trent had an entirely healthy body and brain with no signs of damages, but something had happen to completely re-write who and what he was.

The college couldn't let Trent graduate, he couldn't even remember what he had enrolled for, but the college still found a purpose for him. The hid the extreme and sudden body transformation from the investigation and gave Trent a 'job'. His official title was research assistant but he was too stupid for any serious work. His real job was to sit there and be injected with experimental steroids. Forced to grow like some roided out lab rat. Not that he cared, every time Trent put on even an ounce of muscle he'd spend hours in the mirror flexing. He was the biggest guy on campus.

[6 years later]

"okay babe, just hold still"

"aahhh, fuck, it feels so good when it goes in"

"you are so weird, I hate getting injections"

"well huhuhu, when you got a sexy lil piece of meat to do em, its a huge fuckin turn on dude"

Brody stood up from the kitchen table and began to clean up the injection kit, chuckling as he did it.

"Trent, that's so cheesy"

Trent stood up, the sound of wood scraping against the floor filled the room as he effortlessly and accidentally moved the entire dining table.

"will it make me look like Captain America huhuhu?"

"babe...seriously, I think we passed the Captain America stage about 150 pounds ago"

"then hit me with all 6 and make me the hulk" Trent pressed his body against Brody and the table.

Brody was no stranger to 300+ pounds pressing against him "I said no Trent" a slight grin cracked across Brody's face, 'besides, for all I know that one shot will add another 50 pounds, we gotta wait and see."

Trent stood there staring into Brody's eyes with an expression that could only be described as a computer failing to load a basic program 10 times in a row.

"Then jab me with all 6 and give me" Trent stopped to count on his fingers, "120 pounds of muscle" a large smirk crept across his face, proud he was able to do the math in his head.

Brody rolled his eyes and chuckled

"that'd be 300 pounds babe" Brody packed up the rest of the kit and left the kitchen.

Trent went to follow after him, he had hit the gym already today so no other thoughts existed in his mind other than getting attention for how big he was from Brody, but as he walked out the kitchen he caught a glimpse of himself and began flexing in the lounge room mirror, completely forgetting what he had been doing just 2 seconds again...

He was so proud of the roided lab rat he had become...

[munsonsmixtapes]

Paint Me

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!inexperienced!American!reader

summary: Anthony finds out what happened between you and Benedict at the ball and offers Benedict two choices: to marry you or duel.

word count: 4k

cw: MDNI (18+) reader and Benedict take a bath together, Benedict gives reader a massage, Anthony and Benedict get into a fight

part one part two part three part four

March 4, 1817

The next morning, Anthony still wasn’t able to shake the events of the night before. His office being a mess, you leaving it suspiciously, and the necklace in his pocket were all pointing signs to something but he wasn’t sure what. He knew he should have spoken to you, but he felt bad for accusing you of doing something when you were so sweet. Maybe you really were just trying to find the bathroom and you weren’t the one to mess up his office. What reason would you have had to do that? 

Anthony leaned over to his bedside table and reached for the necklace to get a look at it again. It looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on who it belonged to. He didn’t think it was his wife’s, but maybe it was a piece that she hadn’t worn before. He turned the necklace this way and that and figured that it was expensive and that whoever it had belonged to would come back to claim it soon enough. 

“What’s that?” Kate asked as she snuggled into her husband’s chest as she looked at the necklace he was holding up to the sunlight. It looked familiar to her and unlike Anthony, she knew exactly who it belonged to. She could clearly see you fiddling with it in memories that she had of you in all of the time that you had spent together, but why did Anthony have it?

“Not sure. I found it in my office after the ball last night. It isn’t yours, is it?”

“No,” she shook her head. “But I know who it belongs to.” She wanted to tell him the truth as she had seen both you and Benedict entering his office together and made the assumption as to what you were going to get up to, but she felt like that was a betrayal of your trust. Yes, it was Anthony’s business now that he had your necklace, but she also didn’t want Benedict to get into trouble with his brother over it. He was her brother now and she, for whatever reason, felt the need to protect him. 

But, at the same time, Anthony was her husband, so she reluctantly told him that Benedict had taken someone into his office, but didn’t say who as a way to protect you. She didn’t want to drag you into it too. You didn’t deserve that and she didn’t want you to be on the receiving end of one of her husband’s lectures. 

The truth sent Anthony off the edge. Why he was surprised, he didn’t know. But he would have at least thought that Benedict would have listened to his threat and stopped what he had been up to. And it hadn’t been a suggestion. He meant every fucking word and if his brother didn’t find a wife by the end of the season, he would make sure that the family disowned him. 

Anthony quickly got out of bed and didn’t even bother to get dressed as he stomped over to his brother’s room, rage filling him as he clutched the necklace in his hand so hard that it was going to leave a mark. 

The sun seeped into the window of Benedict’s room and you woke up to see the man next to you, sleeping soundly. His arms were wrapped around you and there was a slight smile on his face to signify that he was enjoying whatever he was dreaming about. You carded one of your hands through his hair and his eyes opened to look into yours. 

A smile broke out on his face as he grabbed onto your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. His hands ran up and down your back gently, the exact opposite of how he was the night before and you liked that he was also able to behave that way with you. 

There was a loud knock on the door and the two of you quickly sat up and turned in that direction, wondering who would be wanting to speak to Benedict so early in the morning. He ushered you to move and you hurriedly rolled out of the bed and reached for the blanket that was at the end of it to cover yourself up. 

“Come in,” Benedict called as you hid yourself on the side of the bed that was by the window so you wouldn’t be seen. Your heart was hammering your chest as you tried to find a way to get out of there without being caught. But there wasn’t one, so you just sat there, panicking while you waited for the visitor to leave.

“Brother,” Anthony greeted as he entered the room and you felt your heart beat harder in your chest, worried that you had been found out. If you had, you don’t know how you would have been able to live it down, and worse, how to live with yourself. If anyone had gotten wind of the activities you had partaken in the night before, you would have been shunned for eternity. And your mother certainly would not want anything to do with you. And just when you had gotten into her good graces.

“Ah, Anthony,” Benedict replied. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” Anthony didn’t like the smirk that was on his brother’s face. It was smug and it was certainly a product of seeing the anger on his own face. Sometimes Anthony thought his brother got too much pleasure out of upsetting him. Almost as if he lived every day to piss him off in some way.

“I’m afraid it’s not a pleasure that I’m here.” He held up the necklace and Benedict’s face went white. Where had Anthony gotten that and how had known that you two had fucked in Anthony’s office? Someone had to have told him and as soon as he found out who, it would be over for them.

“Where did you find that?” Benedict sat up in the bed and tried to be calm, but he was panicking internally. He feared that Anthony wasn’t just threatening the other night, but more like promising to ruin his life. 

“In my office.” He made his way over to the bed and you backed away, hoping that you still wouldn’t be seen. “I guess you don’t like to listen, do you?” He sat on the edge of the bed and threw the necklace and his brother and it hit his chest before falling onto the bedding. 

Anthony eyed Benedict’s bare leg that was sticking out of the blanket and he was quick to cover it up, but it was no use. Anthony crawled to the other side of the bed and Benedict tried to stop him by pulling on his waist, but it was too late. Anthony had already seen you. He made eye contact with you then slowly turned to his brother, feeling rage fill his body as he removed himself from the bed. 

Without a word, he rounded the bed and held out his hand to help you to your feet. He then took the necklace from where it had fallen and handed it to you all while you felt your face burn in embarrassment. You wrapped the blanket tighter around you and went over to reach for your dress from the night before then headed to the bathroom to get dressed the best you could by yourself. 

You never would have imagined that you would have gotten caught, especially not by Anthony. He seemed a little suspicious after he had caught you in his office, but still seemed to believe you when you told him that you were just looking for the restroom. How had he found out and who had told him? There was no way he could have come up with that conclusion on his own so someone must have seen the two of you go into the office and mentioned it to him. 

The dreams you had after your night with Benedict seemed to all fade away as you were realizing that maybe he didn’t want what you did. Clearly all you were to him was just someone he could use then throw away when he was done. Maybe Anthony was being a little dramatic about the whole thing, but first and foremost, you were a priority to him and he wasn’t going to let you get hurt by his stupid brother.

You pressed your ear to the door as you tried your best to tighten your corset, desperate to get the hell out of there, but you were also curious to hear what they were talking about. It sounded like they were arguing, but the door muffled their voices so you couldn’t exactly hear what they were saying. 

“Have you lost your mind?” Anthony asked as he turned his back to his brother so he could put on some clothes. Clearly he must have if he had thought it was okay to take your innocence. For the most part, Anthony didn’t really care who the women Benedict messed around with were, but now this was personal. 

“I don’t know,” Benedict smirked. “I really like her.” And he wasn’t lying this time. He really did like you. He was even considering courting you and that thought put a bright smile on his face. He was so happy that not even his brother’s anger could get to him this time.

“Do I need to remind you of what you have done? You just did unspeakable things with a woman you are not married to. A woman who is a friend to this family. Actually, she isn’t even a woman when I compare your ages. She is a child, Benedict.”

“And so was Edwina.” That made Anthony turn around to face him, marching towards him. He punched his brother square in the nose which caused Benedict to hunch over in pain. How dare he mention Edwina and how dare he suggest that his relationship to her was anywhere close to what Benedict’s was with you? That was nothing but insulted and low fucking blow if anyone asked him.

“But I didn’t defile Edwina. Now you have two options, brother. You either marry her or we duel.” Marry her or duel? Wasn’t there a third option? Benedict liked the thought of marrying you, but he didn’t think it was a good idea because of his reputation. What were people going to think when the engagement was announced? Most likely that you were with child if Benedict had actually agreed to marry you. And he couldn’t have people spreading rumors about you.

 And he didn’t want to duel his brother either. He always thought that was such a dramatic option to jump to when there was a disagreement. Couldn’t they have just played a game of cards or chess? The stakes were much lower with either of those and none of them would have gotten hurt either. It was a win-win in Benedict’s mind.

“Duel? Don’t you think that’s a bit dramatic?” Benedict asked as he held onto his nose. He wasn’t going to marry you, but he wasn’t going to duel Anthony either. Maybe there was a way he could find a way out of it, but he wasn’t sure how. 

“No, not when it comes to this. To someone who I consider to be a sister,” he pointed to the door that you were behind. “I am so disappointed in you and let me just tell you now that father would be too.” Now it was Benedict’s turn to throw a punch. Anthony could think whatever he wanted, but the second he mentioned their father, it was personal. And the thing was, he was right. Their father would have been disappointed in Benedict and that was why he was so upset. 

“How dare you say that to me?” Benedict pointed at him, feeling tears welling up in his eyes, but he was quick to wipe them away. They rarely mentioned Edmund and when they did, it was on his birthday or just when they were reminiscing. Bringing him up in an argument was just cruel and Anthony knew that, but he didn’t care. He was just trying to get his brother to see the error of his ways.

“No, how dare you?” Anthony jabbed his chest with his pointer finger. “How dare you, Benedict? I don’t know who this man is who’s standing in front of me, but he’s not my brother.” All Anthony could do was shake his head and turn to head out of the room, leaving Benedict to clean up his giant mess by himself. He made his bed and now he had to lie in it.

You exited the bathroom as soon as the yelling stopped and Benedict was nervous about just how much you had heard. Clearly not much since you were still smiling. As you approached him, all he could think about was the choices he was offered. Marrying you sounded nice, but what would people say when they found out that a rake like him was getting married? They wouldn’t believe it and certainly have things to say. Benedict could take the gossip, but he didn’t think it was fair to you to let everyone whisper about you when his reputation was all his fault. And he wasn’t going to drag you down with him.

“I’m so sorry, Benedict. I had no idea that he-” Benedict wasn’t going to listen to you blame yourself. Yes, you had consented to everything, but he was the one who initiated it so he was going to be the one to take all of the blame. And he didn’t mind doing it as long as you didn’t get hurt because of it.

“This isn’t your fault,” he pulled you to his chest and let his hands run up and down your arms as a way to bring you comfort. “I pulled you into this mess.”

“Benedict, I may not have a lot of sexual knowledge, but even I know that it takes two people to do that. So I’m just as much to blame as you.” Sure, technically that was true, but he wasn’t going to take that. He couldn’t. He dragged you into it and he was going to get you out however he could.

“If anyone gets wind of this, everyone will want to kill me and they’ll call you unspeakable names. I-I want to marry you, I do, but I don’t think it’s the best idea.” He could see your face fall and he was beginning to regret his words, wanting to take them back. Anything to prevent you from looking at him like that.

“Why not?” Your voice sounded so heartbroken and he was considering changing his mind. He couldn’t stand hurting you again. Not after what happened last time. He had let you slip through his fingers one too many times and he was sure that this one was one time you’d actually leave for good.

“Because I’m a rake and I won’t let you settle for someone as lowly as me.” You just shook your head and grabbed him by his chin, forcing him to look you in the eye. Your hand cupped his cheek and you could see the sad look in his eyes. The mischief that was always behind them was replaced with something that you couldn’t make out. 

“You don’t think very highly of yourself do you?” Your thumb stroked his cheek and he leaned into your touch. “Anyone who thinks lowly of you clearly doesn’t know you at all.” You were so gentle and kind that he didn’t think he deserved you. You had left time and time again and he wasn’t sure what he had done to have you in his arms every single time. Maybe it really was time to turn over a new leaf and commit to one woman.

“Not even my own brother?” Anger was coursing through him and you were prepared to do whatever you could to calm him down. You completely understood where Anthony was coming from, but thought that he was being a little too hard on Benedict. Yes, he had been a rake, but that was all in the past. He was going to throw all of that away if it meant that you’d be by his side.

“Anthony is just protective.” That was true, but perhaps he was too much so. You weren’t even related to him, but he was acting like you were one of his little sisters and if any of them had done those kinds of things with a guy like Benedict, he wouldn’t have been so nice. In fact, he wouldn’t have been nice at all. 

“He hates me.” He shook his head and looked down at his feet, but you were quick to force him to look you in the eyes, yours boring into his as you pressed your forehead to his. 

“He doesn’t hate you, darling. He’s just upset but he’ll get over it.” You carded your hands through his hair gently and he closed his eyes at your touch, leaning down to press his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

“I don’t deserve you,” he shook his head. “I tell you that I can’t marry you and you’re still so understanding.”

“You only think you don’t deserve me because you keep telling yourself that you don’t. But I will be right by your side, okay? I don’t care what we are to each other as long as we’re together.” Benedict couldn’t believe his luck. He had fucked up time and time again now here you were, looking like a dream in front of him, saying the most poetic words he had ever heard in his life. Any other woman would have probably left in anger or tears, but you didn’t. And that was what set you apart from them. In Benedict’s mind, you were absolutely perfect. 

“I think we have a few minutes to spare if you want to make use of them,” you batted your eyelashes as you pulled him closer by his shirt. Just one night together and you were already beating him at his own game. And he was fully prepared to let you. 

“Yeah?” he asked, pressing his lips to yours. “And what do you propose we do?” He could see your eyes taking on a flirty look and he knew that he was going to want to give into whatever you were suggesting.

“I feel so dirty and need someone to clean me up. Think you could do that for me, Mr. Bridgerton?” You asked as you made your way to the bathroom and he followed quickly behind, slamming the door shut as soon as the both of you were inside. For only having one sexual experience, Benedict was convinced that you were a natural at dirty talk and it was alway so surprising hearing those things come from his little darling. 

In truth, you had taken a bath before the ball, but the thought of taking one with Benedict just sounded so nice. You wanted to soak up what little time you had left with him since you knew that Anthony was going to want to separate the two of you since Benedict had no interest in marrying you. 

Benedict fetched the hot water from one of the servants and assured that he could pour the water into the bath himself and he did while you watched, knowing that the hot water would feel so good on your body that was still aching from the night before. Once the water was in the tub, Benedict pulled your dress over your head then turned you around so that you were facing the tub and began to undo your corset slowly. 

He finally got your corset undone then removed your chemise while you got rid of your shoes and stockings. He pressed his lips to your neck as he moved his hand to your breast while his other one stayed at your waist. He massaged your breast as he sucked on your neck and you let out a moan. You then turned around in his grasp and began to unbutton his shirt while he peppered your chest with kisses, making sure to be gentle so the marks wouldn’t be visible. 

His lips then moved to yours as you got his shirt off and made your way to his belt. He licked into your mouth and you moaned as his tongue scraped against yours. You broke apart briefly so you could pull his breeches down and he pressed one more kiss to your lips before climbing into the tub, holding his hand out to you once he was settled.

You took it and stepped into the bath, sitting between his legs and he pulled you back so you’d lean against his chest. His hands went to rest on your thighs and you were quick to grab them before lacing your fingers together and pressing a kiss to each hand. You let out a contented sigh as you settled into Benedict and closed your eyes, deciding that you would have stayed like that forever if it were possible. 

His hands moved to your shoulders and he began to massage them, his thumbs digging into your shoulder blades. Your eyes closed in pleasure as his thumbs worked into your shoulder and you accidentally let out a moan at the feeling. Your eyes shot open and Benedict chuckled.

“Make all the noise you want, darling,” he encouraged. “I want you to feel good.” His thumb hit just right the spot and you moaned once again, feeling his cock get hard behind you as you did so. His hands were gentle with you, which had been the exact opposite of how they had been the night before and you weren’t quite sure that you could handle anymore of that so soon. 

His hands continued to massage your shoulders and you couldn’t help but continue to make noise at how good it felt. It felt like he had been removing all of the weight that had been sitting on your shoulders your entire life and now he was carrying all of it in his hands. 

Once you both felt like you were content, his hands slid down to yours and he interlocked your fingers before pressing a kiss to each hand before crossing your arms over your chest and pulling you to lean against him. He pressed his lips to your temple then brought them to your ear, his hot breath fanning that entire area, making a shiver run down your spine.

“I could stay here forever,” he whispered and you just leaned further into him while leaning your head back against his shoulder. You puckered your lips as if to ask for a kiss and he was happy to oblige, turning your face towards him as he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. 

“Me too,” you replied with a smile once he pulled away. You had meant what you said when you said that you didn’t care what you were to him as long as the two of you were together. You just wanted to be around him wherever you got the chance, loving the way he made you feel special. And you didn’t care what Anthony said. That was who Benedict was. He was a sweet man and his brother was too focused on who he had been in the past to see that. 

You and Benedict spent probably a bit too long in the bath and had been too caught up in each other’s company to even remember to actually clean up. Once the water had gotten cold, Benedict helped you out of the bath and wrapped you up in a towel, helping you dry off before assisting you in getting dressed. 

Once you were both decent, he took you by the hand and led you down the stairs as quietly as possible so as to not get caught by one of his family members. You had never snuck around that and you had to admit that you enjoyed it more than you probably should have. The adrenaline was addicting and the idea of sneaking around with Benedict on a regular basis sounded very inviting. 

The carriage that he had called for you was sitting out front and he took you by the hand, slowly leading you to it as a way to stall. He didn’t want your moment of paradise to end, knowing that reality was heading towards him as soon as you were gone. He opened the door for your and helped you inside and made sure no one was around before pressing another kiss to your lips and closing the door. As soon as the carriage rolled away out of his line of sight, Benedict headed inside to let his brother know that he had made his decision.

[pholla-jm]

Tickle Time?

IMAGINE: TICKLE TIME? ~ SATORU X READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: not proof read. slightly suggestive. nsfw implied. use of mommy. father!satoru. you and satoru have a son. *********

Breakfast was laid out on the table, and the three of you sat peacefully eating the breakfast you had made.  Or so you thought it would be peaceful. 

As you were drinking your morning tea, you watched your son, who was barely eating. He was scraping the eggs against the plate with his forks. His gaze narrowed at your husband- his father in a harsh glare. 

Satoru seemed to be completely ignorant of the dirty look that his son was giving him. Instead, his gaze was on you, completely love-stricken.  You wonder if Satoru had done anything to upset Aoto. Knowing Satoru, he could have just woken him up wrong. 

With a soft sigh, you place down your cup, wanting to get to the bottom of this. 

“Aoto,” you called out and his attention immediately went to you.  The glare was completely gone as he looked at you full of love… but there was something else. It looked like he was a bit worried. 

“Yes, mama?”  “Is everything okay?” 

Aoto grins at you, and he nods his head. But you can tell that something was wrong. 

“Are you sure? You’ve been glaring at daddy for quite a while.” 

Upon hearing that he was involved, Satoru’s eyes widened. 

“What did I do?” Satoru asks Aoto.  His glare turned back to his father and you could tell he was upset. 

“You hurt mommy.” He simply says, causing you to be a bit confused. You couldn’t remember if Satoru had hurt you, accidentally or not.  Satoru’s jaw drops a little, “I did not.” 

“Baby, what are you talking about? Daddy doesn’t hurt me.” You tell him Aoto looks back at you with a pout now on his lips. “Yes, he did! I heard him last night. And… and you were crying. Telling him to stop. B-but daddy’s a meanie and he didn’t listen!” Aoto cries out, fat tears now rolling down his face.

Your stomach drops at his words and you can feel your face turning red.  Satoru bursts out laughing at his words only causing Aoto’s frustrations to grow. “Stop laughing! It isn't funny.” More tears fell down his face and all you could think about was how you were going to get out of this situation. 

“Awe, baby. No, no. It’s okay. Come here.” You say pushing your chair out and holding your arms out for him.  Aoto wastes no time jumping out of his chair and running into your arms. You wrap your arms around him, his head resting on your chest. You immediately felt the tears wetting your shirt as he continued to cry. 

“Hush now.” You say while stroking his white hair and glaring at Satoru, “daddy didn’t hurt me.” 

Aoto sniffles and looks up at you. His nose and eyes were tinged a bit red. “Really?”

Satoru stands up from his chair to stand behind the both of you.  “Really.” He says, arms wrapping around the both of you.

However, his words of assurance did nothing to ease Aoto. His pout turned into a scowl and he was right back to glaring at Satoru.  “Really! We were just playing a game.” Satoru says, starting to get a little offensive. 

Aoto looks back at you, “what game?” “Uh… the tickle game.” 

“Tickle game?” 

Finding some confidence in your answer, you kept going. “Yeah. The tickle game. Daddy wasn’t playing fair.”  Satoru scoffs a little, “you started it.” He whispers.

You shoot him a glare, your hand shooting out to lightly slap his arm. “Now's not the time.”

“Is that why you were crying?” Aoto asks and you nod. 

You feel relief flood your system when Aoto accepts your answer. Completely believing what you and Satoru had told him. Which reminded you that you were going to have a very stern talk with Satoru later. 

Just when you thought everything was resolved...

“Can I play the tickle game too?”

[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞𝟑𝟔𝟎 | 2

part 1 - Tinder

screencaps and gifs: Pinterest

Pairing: dark!Joel Miller x Fem!reader

Warnings/tags: MDNI 18+, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, NON CON, DUB CON, Drinking, food, flirting, DRUGGING, KIDNAPPING, talks of true crime, Degradation, Praise, Humiliation, fear, panic, anxiety, spiting, oral M, cum play, Blowjob, throat fucking, threats, Physical Violence, Bondage (rope), THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION, YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME

Summary: A Tinder date goes very, very wrong, but you always consider yourself prepared for such situations. or so you think

WC: 2.8K

For notifications follow - @sinful-mind-joyful-fics

A/n: I tried to step out of my comfort zone a little with this. It's based on a post I saw while doom-scrolling on this app from @blondwhowrites. She had this amazing post about wanting to see more readers who fight and don't stop. They don't lose hope, they go into survival mode, and I just hope I do this idea somewhat justice. AND IT GETS JUICY in this part....

The pounding in your head was relentless, each beat echoing like a drum inside your skull. As your vision slowly cleared, the dim light seared your eyes, intensifying the headache. You lay on a small, dirty mattress, the only things in sight were two small windows letting in weak slivers of daylight, a door, and a set of stairs leading down. You were still in your dress and heels from the night before, the fabric now wrinkled and uncomfortable against your skin.

Panic surged through you, your mind racing. You forced yourself to breathe, reminding yourself that you knew how to handle this. Jess had your location; if you were missing for more than a day, she would report it.

“Stay calm,” you whispered to yourself, your voice trembling. 

You took a deep breath, focusing on the small details around you. The room was sparse, but there had to be something you could use. You scanned the area methodically, trying to ignore the fear clawing at your throat.

Your phone. You needed your phone. You patted your dress, but there were no pockets. Joel must have taken it. You closed your eyes, fighting the wave of despair. Jess had your location. She’d check Life360 and see something was wrong.

“Think,” you told yourself, trying to stay rational. Joel had been careful, but he must have made a mistake. You just had to find it.

You stood up slowly, your head spinning slightly as you did. The tightness of your dress and the ache in your feet from the heels added to your discomfort. You staggered to the door, pressing your ear against the wood. Silence. You tried the handle, but it was locked.

The stairs then. You moved cautiously, your heels making faint clicking sounds on the cold floor. You reached the top of the stairs, glancing down. The faint light from below suggested another room, but you had no idea what awaited you.

Taking another deep breath, you started to descend. Each step felt like an eternity, the fear of making noise almost paralyzing you. When you reached the bottom, you paused, listening. Nothing. You tried the handle, but it was locked. Frustration bubbled up, but you pushed it down. You couldn’t afford to lose control.

Returning to the main room, you approached the other door. You turned the handle cautiously and pushed it open, revealing a small bathroom. It was just as dingy as the main room, with cracked tiles and a grimy mirror. There was nothing here that could help you escape.

Desperation creeping in, you began searching the shelves and every nook and cranny. Dusty and neglected, they offered little hope. Finally, on one of the shelves, you found an old can of beans. It wasn’t much, but it was something. You hid it carefully in the folds of the mattress, just in case.

“Okay,” you muttered to yourself, trying to stay calm. “Think. What next?”

Your mind raced as you reviewed everything you knew about the room. The small windows were too high and narrow to climb through. The locked door at the top of the stairs was your best bet, but you needed a way to get through it.

You took another deep breath, forcing yourself to stay calm. Jess had your location. She would check in on you. You had to hold on to that hope.

Footsteps echoed from below, growing louder. Joel was coming. You quickly lay back down on the mattress, feigning unconsciousness, your heart pounding.

The door creaked open, and Joel’s shadow fell over you. You kept your breathing steady, hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight tremor in your hands.

“Just checking on you,” he murmured, his voice soft. “We’ll talk more when you wake up.”

You heard the door close, and his footsteps recede. You opened your eyes, staring up at the ceiling. You had to find a way out. Jess was counting on you. You were counting on you.

“Stay strong,” you whispered to yourself. “Stay smart.”

Hours passed as you combed through every inch of the small room, searching for any flaw, any potential escape route. The old can of beans hidden in the folds of the mattress was your only find. It was growing darker, and your hope felt as dim as the room around you. The sting of despair lingered, but you fought it off, knowing you had to stay strong.

The only light came from the windows, now dark with the encroaching night. You noticed a string hanging from the ceiling, where a light bulb should have been. It dangled uselessly, a stark reminder of your isolation.

The silence was interrupted by the sound of footsteps below. Joel was coming back. You quickly resumed your position on the mattress, trying to appear exhausted and disoriented. The door creaked open, and Joel entered, carrying a tray of food.

“Thought you might be hungry,” he said, setting the tray down on a small table.

You forced a weak smile, sitting up slowly. “Thanks.”

Joel watched you with an unsettling intensity as you picked at the food. You needed to keep him talking, to gather more information. “Joel, why are you doing this?”

He smiled, a chillingly calm expression. “I just want us to get to know each other better. Away from all the distractions.”

“By locking me up?” you challenged, your voice trembling.

“You’ll understand in time,” he said, ignoring your question. “Are you feeling better?”

You nodded, though your mind was racing. “I’m just a bit dizzy still.”

“Good,” he replied, his eyes never leaving yours. “Get some rest. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

As he turned to leave, you mustered the courage to ask, “What if I need something? There’s no light in here.”

Joel paused, glancing at the dangling string. “I’ll see what I can do about that.”

The door closed behind him, and you were alone again. You waited, listening to his footsteps fade away before you sprang into action. You grabbed the can of beans from its hiding spot and approached the string. It was a flimsy hope, but perhaps it could be used in some way.

The night stretched on, each minute feeling like an hour. But you remained vigilant, your true crime instincts sharpening with every passing moment. You would find a way out. You had to.

Eventually, exhaustion overpowered your fear. Clutching the can of beans tightly, you lay down on the mattress, forcing yourself to rest. Your eyes grew heavy, and despite your best efforts, sleep claimed you.

You awoke to the feeling of hands on your wrists. Panic shot through you as you realized Joel was there, his grip firm and unyielding. You tried to pull away, but your limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative.

"Shh," Joel murmured, his voice unsettlingly calm. "Just a precaution."

You glanced around frantically, your heart racing. Joel was binding your wrists together with a length of rope. The realization hit you like a cold wave: you were trapped, and he was making sure you couldn’t escape.

“What are you doing?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

“Making sure you don’t hurt yourself,” Joel replied, his tone eerily soothing. “You seemed restless in your sleep.”

“I won’t try anything,” you pleaded, struggling against the bonds. “Just let me go.”

Joel’s eyes met yours, and you saw a flicker of something dark in his gaze. “I can’t do that. Not yet.”

You fought harder, but Joel’s grip was strong. He finished tying your wrists and then moved to your ankles, securing them with the same methodical care. Fear bubbled up inside you, threatening to spill over.

“Please, Joel,” you begged, your voice breaking. “You don’t have to do this.”

Joel stepped inside, holding a light bulb in his hand. He dangled it in front of you, a cruel smile playing on his lips. “I brought you something,” he said, his voice dripping with mock kindness. “But you’ll have to earn it.”

You glared at him, your anger simmering beneath the surface. “What do you want from me?”

Joel knelt down beside you, his gaze intense. “I want your cooperation,” he said softly. “You need to show me that I can trust you. That you’re willing to play by my rules.”

“What rules?” you demanded, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and defiance.

He leaned closer, his face inches from yours. “Simple ones. Behave. Don’t try to escape. And, most importantly, tell me everything I want to know.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you realized what he was asking. He wanted information—about you, your life, your vulnerabilities. He wanted control.

“Why should I trust you?” you spat, trying to keep your voice steady.

Joel’s smile widened. “Because if you don’t, things will get much worse for you. But if you cooperate, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable. Like giving you this light bulb, for example.”

You swallowed hard, the enormity of your situation crashing down on you. You had to play along, at least for now. You had to buy yourself time.

“Okay,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “What do you want to know?”

“It’s not what I want to know per se, it’s what I want you to do in this moment,” Joel said, his voice chillingly calm.

You stared at him, fear and defiance battling for control. “What do you mean?”

Joel’s smile widened, and he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His touch was gentle, almost tender, but it sent a shiver of revulsion down your spine. “I want you to relax,” he said, his fingers trailing down to play with the ends of your hair. “I want you to be... cooperative.”

You jerked your head away, trying to pull back from his touch. “Get away from me,” you spat, your voice trembling with anger and fear.

Joel’s grip tightened, and he yanked you closer, his eyes darkening. “You don’t have a choice,” he hissed, his voice low and menacing. “It’s this or death. Do you understand?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, terror flooding your veins. You struggled against him, but his strength was overwhelming. “I won’t do anything for you,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Joel’s expression hardened, and he pushed you back onto the mattress, pinning you down with a frightening ease. “You will,” he said, his face inches from yours. “You will, or I will make your life a living hell. Do you understand me?”

You fought back, trying to twist away from him, but he held you fast. Panic surged through you, and you bit back a scream. “Please, don’t do this,” you pleaded, tears welling in your eyes. “Just let me go.”

Joel’s grip tightened, and he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your face. “You have no idea how much worse things can get,” he whispered, his tone icy. “You will do what I say, or you will suffer.”

Tears streamed down your face as you realized the hopelessness of your situation. You were trapped, and there was no way out. Jess had your location, but would it be enough? Would she find you in time?

Joel released you slightly, still keeping a firm grip on your wrists. “Now,” he said, his voice softer but no less menacing, “are you going to be a good girl and cooperate, or do I need to show you what happens when you disobey?”

You swallowed hard, the weight of his threat crushing your spirit. “Okay,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I’ll cooperate.”

Joel’s smile returned, and he released your wrists and undid the binding, sitting back on his heels. “Good,” he said, his tone almost cheerful. “That’s a good start. Now, let’s get you a bit more comfortable.”

He stood up and walked to the door, leaving you trembling on the mattress. You watched him, your mind racing with thoughts of escape, but the reality of your situation kept you paralyzed with fear.

Joel returned a moment later, holding the light bulb. He approached the dangling string and screwed the bulb into the socket. The room was suddenly bathed in harsh light, revealing the true extent of its dinginess.

“There,” Joel said, turning to face you. “That’s better, isn’t it?” He walked over to you, his presence looming ominously. “Now say thank you or I’ll leave you in the dark with the mice.”

You stayed on the mattress, savoring the small distance between you. “Thank-” Joel cut you off.

“No, no. Thank me properly,” he said, a sick grin spreading across his face. You wanted to smack it off, to fight back, but you knew it would only make things worse. “Crawl to me,” he commanded.

The words made your cheeks flush with humiliation. Your mind raced. If you wanted to escape, you needed to gain his trust. But was his trust worth your dignity? You hesitated, the internal conflict paralyzing you.

Joel's grin faded slightly, his eyes narrowing. “Do it,” he growled, a dangerous edge to his voice. “Or I’ll make sure you regret it.”

You took a deep breath, forcing down the surge of anger and humiliation. “I can’t crawl with my legs bound,” you said, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Unless you want me to flop around like a fish.”

Joel’s eyes flashed with annoyance, but he knelt down and untied your ankles. “There,” he said, standing back up. “Now, crawl.”

Tears pricked your eyes as you slowly shifted onto your hands and knees. The dirty floor scraped against your skin, and every inch you moved felt like a mile. You could feel Joel’s gaze burning into you, his satisfaction palpable.

You reached him, your head bowed, heart pounding in your chest. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Joel chuckled, a dark, humorless sound. “Good girl,” he said, reaching down to stroke your hair. You flinched at his touch, but forced yourself to stay still. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You bit back the bile rising in your throat, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break down. “What do you want from me?” you asked, your voice shaking.

Joel moved his hands to his belt, his eyes darkening with sinister intent. "I think you know what I want you and those pretty little lips to do," he whispered, his hand caressing your face. He finished unbuckling his belt, and as his pants fell to the floor with a thud, you flinched involuntarily. "Pull down my boxers," he ordered, taunting you as if you were a child.

You swallowed your pride, your mind racing with strategies to fight back. As you lowered his boxers, he taunted you further, waving his length near your face. Instinctively, you reached out with your hand, but he grabbed your hair roughly, yanking your head back. "I didn’t ask for your hands," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "I asked you to suck my dick."

Before you could react, he spat on you, his warm saliva trickling down your face. You opened your mouth to protest, but he shoved his length into your mouth forcefully, leaving you no time to prepare. The size of him stretched your mouth painfully, making you feel as if you might rip apart.

"This can’t be over soon enough," you thought, struggling against the overwhelming violation. But to your horror, you felt a strange sensation growing between your legs. His cock was hard, the taste of his precum salty on your tongue.

“Look at me,” he demanded. You resisted, focusing instead on his messy brown hair. You felt a wave of disgust at yourself for even noticing such a detail. This wasn’t the man you met on Tinder; this was a psychopath.

He gripped your head with both hands, forcing himself deeper into your throat. "That's it," he groaned, thrusting shallowly. The sound of your gagging and choking filled the room. "I don’t care if you fucking choke to death. Your throat feels like heaven."

As he continued, your mind raced for a plan. You took breaths through your nose, waiting for the perfect moment to make him pay for his actions. Just as you prepared to bite down, he thrust deeply one last time, and you felt a hot, steamy rope of his cum hit the back of your throat, its salty taste overwhelming.

Joel roughly pushed you away, pulling up his pants as you fell back, coughing and choking, your throat raw and dry. He walked over, fixing his belt. “See, it wasn’t that hard now, was it?” he sneered.

Before you could respond, he left the room, the only comfort in the dark basement now the solitary light bulb. You lay there, trembling with rage and humiliation, vowing silently that you would find a way to escape and make him pay for every moment of torment.

[chosok-amo]

YUM : SUGURU GETO

Geto Suguru, your older stepbrother who turns your life upside down when the second he returns to your hometown, living near you again after all these years living in Tokyo. You used to have a crush on him when you were little. His tall figure, jet-black long hair, sharp purple eyes, muscle, and everything, he's perfect. When you hit puberty you sometimes wonder how it feels like to get fucked by him, and the day you turn 25, the wish suddenly comes true.

content warning : OOC!Suguru Geto, stepbrother!Suguru, hair-pulling, anal, aged up Suguru, name-calling, dirty talk, suggestive convertation.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

⠀⠀ ⠀My social life has taken a beating since my stepbrother, Suguru Geto, returned to town. Sure, when I was sixteen and he was nineteen and just heading off to college, it was totally cool to hang with him. Not that we had much in common, but still. Now, inching close to 25, it’s not nearly as fun anymore. After graduation, he moved off to Tokyo, while I stuck around Kyoto. And so, we haven’t exactly spent a lot of time together…for quite a while. But now, he’s back. For good, he says.

⠀⠀ ⠀And he’s totally cramping my style.

⠀⠀ ⠀Oh, don’t get me wrong. Suguru is one fine ass boy, no doubt. He’s big, over six feet tall, and built like a tank...all muscle, without an ounce of fat on him. Add in the pretty boy's smile, pale skin, shining bright purple eyes… and he’s the boy next door that my friends drool over whenever he interrupts our girls’ night out. Sadly, he’s also a stepbrother who doesn’t want his stepsister getting it on with anyone. Ever.

⠀⠀ ⠀He’s never said the words, but he seems to make damn sure he stands close to me in the clubs, hovering over me, watching me like a hawk. While my girls are off getting their freak on, I’m chatting it up with Suguru.

⠀⠀ ⠀Much like tonight.

⠀⠀ ⠀It’s my 25th birthday. Yup. Big. Two. Five.

⠀⠀ ⠀Maki and Nobara are on the dance floor, their boyfriends grinding against their asses while they move to the beat. And damn, their men are fine, all muscles and covered in smooth skin.

⠀⠀ ⠀That is what I need.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Y/n? Are you listening to me?”

⠀⠀ ⠀Suguru’s lips brush my ear and I fight against the shiver that races down my spine. I turn to him with a wide smile, bite back my irritation. He’s sweet. A very, very sweet temptation. I could gladly gorge myself on his brand of sugar, with hopefully, a hint of spice. And I don’t want a damn bit of nice. I turn my head to the side and yell so he can hear me. “Of course I’m listening. You were just saying that you were gonna get me another margarita.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I press a smacking kiss to his cheek, leaving a nice smear of lipstick behind. When I pull back to smile at him, he just rolls his eyes and screams back to me. “Last one.” I nod. Always the ever-dutiful, little stepsister. “I mean it!” He points a finger at me, scowl in place.

⠀⠀ ⠀Later, I’ll blame it on the alcohol. Now, I blame it on his hotness. I lean forward and swallow his finger, run my tongue along the digit suckle it, and slide along the length until he slips free of my mouth. I nip the tip, scrape my teeth over the pad, and then give it a chaste kiss before I lean back. “Thank you, Suguru.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He looks shell-shocked, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing like a fish. An adorable, totally fuckable, boy fish. He gives himself a full body shake and then rises from his stool, looking at me like I’ve got two fucking heads.

⠀⠀ ⠀I don’t.

⠀⠀ ⠀But he does.

⠀⠀ ⠀One upper and one lower… Yum. Lower.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Y/n!” A hand slaps my bare shoulder and I turn to find Maki and Nobara standing nearby, both wearing their “I’m totally about to ditch you so I can get freaky with my man” smiles. “Bitch” Straight up. “Both of y’all are bitch.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Maki leans forward first, pulling me into a hug. “Suguru can take you home, right?” I release her with a roll of my eyes and give Nobara a quick kiss on the cheek. “Yes, Suguru can take me home. Did I mention y’all were a bitch?”

⠀⠀ ⠀“You’re just a jealous bitch.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I raise my eyebrows. “And?”

⠀⠀ ⠀It’s the same old thing. They go home with their men and I go home with...no one. Except Suguru. Who I can’t have. I wave the two couples off and watch out for my brother, his ass weaving through the crowd toward me, my drink in his hand. Damn, we’d look so gorgeous together. I smile to myself only thinking about it.

⠀⠀ ⠀He slides onto the stool and sets my drink before me. The lovely, green light blinds me, I wrap my hand around the cool, sweating glass and bring it to my lips. Focusing on Suguru, I lap at the stand and, run my tongue along the rim a moment before I take a sip of the tart beverage. His attention’s all over me, eating me up with his eyes, mouth slightly parted, and staring at me like he’s a starving man…and I’m having dinner.

⠀⠀ ⠀Yum.

⠀⠀ ⠀Placing my drink on the table, I lean forward and brace myself with a hand on his thigh, squeeze the muscle that flexes beneath my palm before venturing farther north, then brush against his groin with my fingertips. “Y/n…” I hear the warning in his voice and I don’t care. I’ve wanted him for far too long. Worst-case scenario? He gets pissed, and stops tagging the fuck along. Score for me! ‘Cause that means he can’t rain on my “please dear God let me get laid” parade any longer. A large hand encircles my wrist, keeps me from moving. I stick out my lower lip and pout. “Suguru…”

⠀⠀ ⠀“You’re drunk.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I roll my eyes. “No, I’m not. I’m horny, I’ve been attracted to you for forever, and I want to get fucked for my birthday.” I yank free of his hold and snag my purse from the tabletop before sliding from the stool. A quick tug on my tight miniskirt puts things back where they belong, and then I focus again on my stepbrother. “Since it’s obvious you’re not up,” I flick a glance at his groin to make sure he gets the innuendo, “for the challenge, I’ll go home and take care of things myself. Or grab a man on my way out the door.” I step close to him. “Maybe this boy is too intimidated to give a sista a good time. Maybe there’s someone here who can give me what I need.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I spin on my heel and weave my way toward the door, surveying my options. Oh, I get plenty of looks. With my smooth skin, beautiful feature, and a curvaceous body to boot, I’m a catch for any man. I’ve got great tits, and also a big booty that men love to grab onto when they fuck me from behind.

⠀⠀ ⠀Hell, as horny as I am right now, I’d take just about any man who knows what to do with his cock—no matter how old or who he was. Then, I see a man that just may do, and drag one of my fingernails along his arm as I pass, give him a wink that has him turning toward me and stepping in my direction. Only to be brought up short by Suguru.

⠀⠀ ⠀Mother. Fucker.

⠀⠀ ⠀Okay, he’s not really. But I wouldn’t terribly mind him being a sister fucker right about now. I don’t hear what he says, but the guy I’d set my sights on returns to his friends while Suguru continues to come after me. I roll my eyes and get back on my way. In a handful of steps, I’m out of the stifling, cloying air of the club and into the cool night.

⠀⠀ ⠀A body presses into me from behind, a large erection grinding into my ass, and the scent I’d recognize anywhere surrounds me. “You’re a cock-tease, Y/n.” Hands appear on my hips, flex, and then tighten their grip while he rubs his dick along my crack. “Teasers get punished, even if she happens to be my sister. You’ve pushed me too far—and now you’re going to get what you’re asking for.” Suguru nuzzles my neck, teeth scrape my skin, and then his lips nibble my earlobe. “You ready for that? Ready for your brother to fill your pussy with his big cock? Pull your hair? Spank this beautiful, ass for being a bad girl?”

⠀⠀ ⠀I’m aching and hot and wet as fuck. Like cream will be sliding down my thighs at any moment wet. My nipples had hardened with the cool air, but now they’re rock-fucking-hard for an entirely different reason. I don’t want to answer him, afraid of him turning away, but I can’t keep quiet. “Yes.” I moan when one hand snakes around me, then slide down my stomach to rest right above my needy mound. “Fuck me. Yes, I’m ready.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Oh, baby, I will.” He releases me for a split second and snags my hand, twines my fingers with his, and tugs me into the parking lot. “But no bitching when I mess up your hair.” My hair. Lord, how many arguments have we gotten into over my hair. He’s fascinated with all the different looks I’ve had over the years, getting it done just about every weekend. And he always has to play with it.

⠀⠀ ⠀No one touches a woman’s hair. We spend way too much time and money for someone to just fuck it up. At the car, I finally answer him, hand on his crotch, stroking his bulge. “Oh, Suguru, you fuck me right, and you can do anything you want.” I nibble his lower lip and then slide into his SUV, leaving him there to glare at me for a moment while he adjusts his hard cock. Then, he moves around the vehicle to settle behind the steering wheel.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Not another word, Y/n.”

⠀⠀ ⠀With a lick of my lips, I eye his cock, but remain quiet throughout the drive. Suguru navigates the streets of downtown Kyoto with ease, and it’s not long before we’re pulling up in front of his house, a sprawling, ranch-style home with more space than he could ever need. I wait while he climbs from the SUV and comes around to hold the door open for me. I keep my mouth shut, smile in place as I follow him up the walk. I watch the shift of his ass in his slacks and I just want to taste it, sink my teeth in, and take a bite out of his cute little butt.

⠀⠀ ⠀Yeah, I’ve got a bit of an ass fetish.

⠀⠀ ⠀Actually, I think it’s more of a “Suguru” fetish.

⠀⠀ ⠀A quick walk up the path and we’re inside within moments, the interior wrapping us in darkness. Then, Suguru’s wrapping me in him. The door closes with a soft click, and just like that, my back’s slammed against the solid wood surface, while my brother presses against me from the front. Before I can blink, he has my wrists pinned above my head, leaving me at his mercy.

⠀⠀ ⠀Fuck, I like being at his mercy.

⠀⠀ ⠀His face is right there, less than an inch from mine, lips merely a stretch away…and I ache to kiss him. Suguru flexes his hips, his cock growing harder with each passing second it’s pushed against me. I wiggle in response, pussy needy and hurting, begging to be filled. I know my panties are soaked, and soon, the cream will be coating my upper thighs, the thong not much protection against my arousal.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Suguru…” I want him. Damn, I want this man. Want him to fuck me, make me come, make me scream his name while he pulls my hair and pounds his big dick into me. My pussy, my ass, my mouth. His cock. Never had an older boy, but damn, it just adds a bit more of the forbidden to this, this thing between sister and brother. Then there’s the fact that my brother has me pinned…

⠀⠀ ⠀I’m hot, horny, needy and so fucking ready to come.

⠀⠀ ⠀He moans and closes the distance left between us, lips on mine, tongue delving into my mouth and sweeping through, tasting me like I’m tasting him. A hint of scotch explodes over my taste buds as I stroke and tease him, search out his natural flavor while I suck on his tongue, all the while showing him just how well I can treat him.

⠀⠀ ⠀Suguru rocks his hips against me, and I bring my leg up to go around his waist, dig my heel into his ass, open my thighs to him so he can rub precisely where I ache. He transfers his hold on my wrists to one hand, and then he’s gripping my knee, holding me in place, thick cock teasing my pussy.

⠀⠀ ⠀He breaks the kiss for a moment. “Wrap your legs around me.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Oh, Suguru.” I do as he asks, ankles locked around his waist to hold them in place, then he releases my arms and knee to grip my ass with his large hands. “That’s it baby.” I’m being held up by his hands cupping my butt cheeks and the door against my back, with his bulge giving me the friction I need. My pussy’s clenching on air, my slutty cunt’s looking to be filled, more than ready for his big dick. Each flex of his hips sends another frisson of arousal down my spine. “Suguru. So good.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He kneads my ass, fingers flexing and squeezing. I want him in me, coming and making me come, filling me up with his hot load. “Like that? Like your brother rubbing your pussy with his dick? You always used to tease me, Y/n. Talk about how boys don’t know how to fuck a woman. You want it, don’t you? Want this fat cock.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes, Suguru, I do. Please…” He presses harder and I gasp, roll my head against the cold surface of the door, so eager to get fucked by my brother. “Come on, sis. Let me give you what you need.” All at once, the security of the door leaves me and I’m clinging to Suguru like a scared child, arms around his shoulders and a scream in my throat. “I got you, Y/n. Not going to let anything happen to you.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I know what I am, and thin isn’t it. I’m thick. Real thick in a lot of places, and definitely not light. But Suguru’s carrying me like I weigh nothing. Feeling a little more secure, I turn my attention to keeping his motor running, licking and nibbling his neck, kissing just below his ear, and reveling in the moans that I get in return.

⠀⠀ ⠀Before I know it, I’m flying through the air, landing on his big bed with a bounce, a laugh on my lips, my need for him to fill me still unwavering. I’m staring at him, his broad shoulders, heaving chest, the huge bulge in his pants. I want it. Want to taste him. To suck him. “Next time, baby. You touch me and I’ll explode. I just want to eat that chocolate pussy until you scream, and then fuck you dry.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck, Suguru…” I whimper, squirming, rubbing my thighs together to try and alleviate some of the ache. He tears his shirt off, showing me all of his muscles, his six-pack abs, and those cute little lines at his hips. Now there, I wanna lick. Love those. Wanna nibble and see if they’re as big a turn-on for him as they are for me.

⠀⠀ ⠀His pants are next, practically torn from his body. Big bro’s gone commando, showing me his large, cock in an instant. Damn the boy’s hung. Long and thick and all for me. The head’s an angry red, like it’s dying to slam into me. Fuck yeah.

⠀⠀ ⠀I open my legs, tiny skirt sliding to my waist with ease while I show him my G-string clad pussy. I take one hand and slide a finger along the wet fabric, shudder at the pleasure that shoots through me. “What’re you waiting for then? Come eat my pussy.” Suguru kneels on the bed and moves between my legs, stroking that big dick while he watches me rub myself. “Fuck yeah, look at how wet you are. All that cream for me, baby? Are you wet for me?”

⠀⠀ ⠀He brushes my hand aside, mimics my moves, and touches me like I’ve wanted to be touched for so long. I lean back on my elbows and, drop my head back, fully enjoying his caresses and moaning each time he skims my clit. “Yes, all for you. Yours.” I’m panting, but I whimper when he pulls his hand away, then gasp when my G-string suddenly disappears with a quick tug on the fabric, leaving my cunt exposed to the cool air.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Look at all that cream.” He smiles at me before he shifts his position, bends down, and rubs his rough cheek against my inner thigh. “Smells so good. So hot for me. You want me to lick this pussy, Y/n? Want your brother to make you scream?”

⠀⠀ ⠀His heated breath fans over my wet lower lips. “Please… Eat me, Suguru. Then I want that fat cock to fuck me.” I watch while he slips his tongue out and laps at my slit, tip skating over my needy flesh, a moan forming deep in my chest.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You taste so sweet, baby.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He dives back in, separates my nether lips, fingers holding me open while he licks me from entrance to clit and back again. He circles my opening, teasing those sensitive nerves, leaving me panting. Suguru travels up to my exposed button, flick, flick, flicking the nub, shots of pleasure zipping through me, lightning singeing each of my nerve endings as my muscles spasm in response.

⠀⠀ ⠀I try to hold back, but I can’t. I drop my weight to the mattress and fist his hair, flex my fingers and dig my nails into his scalp. “Fuck yes, give it to me.” He moans against my heat and a finger slides into my pussy, stroking my walls a few times before he fills me with two. “That’s it. Fuck me with your fingers. Make me come.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Suguru sucks on my clit, digits stroking in time with the movements of his mouth, the squishing sounds of him moving in and out of me mingling nicely with my harsh breathing. He strokes that neglected place inside me, rubbing against my G-spot with every thrust and retreat. I move one of my hands from his head and tug my top aside to reveal my breasts. I pinch my chocolate brown nipple and pull on the hard nub. I rock my hips, move with him, whisper and whimper while he works over my spasming pussy.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes…there…please…lick that pussy.” He moans, sucks harder, shoves three fingers into my cunt, and a pinch of pain joins my pleasure. Ecstasy’s gathering, slithering through me, connecting all of the nerves in my body and forcing my muscles to twitch. My orgasm’s inching closer, growing bigger and bigger, gathering speed and intensity with each passing second.

⠀⠀ ⠀“That cunt taste good? You like licking your sister’s pussy?” Fuck. That nasty talk sends a tremor of pleasure down my spine, forcing my back to arch, a scream from my throat. This is my brother, Suguru… My new lover.

⠀⠀ ⠀He pulls his mouth away, but replaces his tongue with the thumb of his other hand, presses and circles my throbbing clit while he keeps pumping his digits in and out of me. “Come on my hand, baby. You taste so fucking good. Bet you’ll feel better when you let go. Come on my hand and I’ll give you my fat cock.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes, yes, yes…”

⠀⠀ ⠀I’m so close, so damned close. It’s right there, within reach, and I want it more than my next breath. I release his hair completely and pinch the nipple on my other breast, add more pain to the pleasure.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Do it, Y/n. Gimme your cum.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuckfuckfuck...”

⠀⠀ ⠀It’s on me now, filling me and sending me flying high, fireworks forming behind my eyelids while I scream Suguru’s name and come all of his fingers like he asked. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. I’m a ball of pure pleasure and I love every second of it, the bliss my brother has given me pours through my veins, sending me higher and higher with each thrust of his hand.

⠀⠀ ⠀Trembling, breathing heavy and urging him on, I gasp when he crawls up me, thrusts that thick dick into my sopping wet pussy, stretching me even more.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Suguru!”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck yeah. Take your brother’s cock.” He pulls out and slams in again, jarring us both, sending the bed banging against the wall. “Take it all.” I arch and flex against him, meet his thrusts, wrap my arms around him and pull him closer to me. His dick hits even more of those hidden places in my cunt, the head of his prick stroking and teasing me.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Give it to me. Want it all.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He growls and pushes all the way into me, holds his hips against mine and grinds, tiny circles that press his pubic bone against my sensitive clit. “You’re such a dirty little slut. Getting fucked by your brother. Taking this cock.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“More!” I plant my heels on the mattress, try to buck and force him to move.

⠀⠀ ⠀He keeps up the small movements. “Beg me.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Please. Please, Suguru, fuck me. Give me your big dick. Fuck me hard. Make me scream.” I’m breathless, needy and wanting and ready to do just about anything he asks. Suguru withdraws and then shoves forward again, my tits bouncing with the thrust, bed banging as a scream of pleasure gathers in my throat.

⠀⠀ ⠀It’s so good. My cunt’s still spasming and squeezing his cock with every entrance. Again and again he pushes into my tight, wet heat. I scratch his back, dig in my nails, love the way pleasure and pain dance across his features. He’s loving this as much as I am…and I revel in the fact I’m able to give this to him.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Harder. More.” I’m demanding, but I don’t care. I want this. Want him so badly.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fucking slut, aren’t you?”

⠀⠀ ⠀“For you.” Only for him. Yeah, I’ve had plenty of sex, but I’ve never been this hot or this needy. “That’s right. This is my pussy.” He withdraws and shoves forward, pistoning like a fucking jackhammer.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Mine, mine, mine…”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes!”

⠀⠀ ⠀He’s pounding me hard. And the rhythmic slam, slam, slam of the bed makes me happy he lives in a house and not in an apartment. I meet each thrust, our skin slapping together, bodies colliding as pleasure rises with each passing moment. I’m so close to coming, shattering around him. My pussy’s milking him, orgasm approaching once again.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Gonna come, Suguru. Come on your dick.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Do it. Come on, baby. Give it to your brother like the slut you are.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Fuckfuckfuck…

⠀⠀ ⠀‘Cause it’s there, pouring through me and slamming headlong into my pussy. I tighten my hold, back arched and yelling, but I’m not too sure what—‘cause the pleasure is simply…overwhelming. I’m sobbing, clawing, pulling him closer, but he keeps up his bruising thrusts, keeps drawing out the ecstasy…on and on and on. Dear god, help me.

⠀⠀ ⠀He growls and yanks my arms from around him, flips me over, and then fills me once again. I’m on my hands and knees before him, Suguru holding my hips with a bruising grip, yanking me back and forth over his dick. The slapping sounds from our bodies colliding echoes in the room, while his balls hitting my clit with each of his thrusts sends me flying high once again. It’s so good. So hot. So fucking unbelievable. One of his hands moves to my shoulder as the other grips and fists my hair.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck yeah, Suguru. Give it to me hard.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Then it begins in earnest. Suguru yanks me against each of his thrusts, the sting of him tugging my hair working through me and joining in on the pleasure. My pussy’s creaming while more and more of my arousal slides down my thighs, coating the two of us. Sweat covers my back with Suguru’s mingling with mine. I love being this close to him. I’ve waited so fucking long for this.

⠀⠀ ⠀He keeps up the pace. More, I want so much more…

⠀⠀ ⠀I palm one of my breasts, tug on my nipple, moan and groan while he works me over, takes pleasure from my body, gives back just as much. “Like that? Take my fat dick, Y/n.” He’s breathing heavy, panting.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a sweet pussy.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes…” I hiss, his grip tightening.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You’re gonna come one more time. One more, baby. And then I’m gonna fuck this sweet ass of yours.” My pussy tightens, anxious and ready. “Anyone taken your ass, baby? Fucked this dark hole? It wants me, wants me to shove my dick in there.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“No, no one.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He releases my hair, grabs one cheek, his thumb sliding along the crease. “Gonna take your cherry then, baby.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Yes…” I want it, want my brother to take it. This is the hottest fuck I’ve ever had. It’s hard and rough and he’s my brother with a cock that doesn’t seem to quit. The hand on my ass moves to between my thighs, finds my throbbing clit, and he rubs the nub, quick and dirty like his fucking.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck…yeah…gonna…” ‘Cause I am. I’m gonna come all over his cock, squeeze and milk him while pleasure takes over every inch of me. I scream and yell, claw the sheets while my veins spark and burn, fire dancing along every single nerve in my body. Muscles spasm and tighten, toes curl in my shoes. Hell no. I’m not letting this boy go anytime soon. Not if he fucks me this good. And I come again, third time’s the charm, absolute bliss exploding in each and every one of my cells while he keeps it up, continues to give me pleasure while wave after wave of ecstasy takes me higher.

⠀⠀ ⠀Fuck, it’s so good, so hot…scorching me from the inside out and back again.

⠀⠀ ⠀This time, Suguru lets me calm a little before he pulls out, hands on my ass, separating the cheeks and exposing me fully. I’ve never trusted anyone enough to let them in the “back door,” but this is Suguru…and I know he’d never do anything to hurt me.

⠀⠀ ⠀His fingers play over my aroused flesh, dip to my pussy, and then ghost over my asshole, teasing me, and I shiver at the contact, the strange sensation I feel. “Shh…nice and easy, baby. Reach into that drawer over there and grab the lube.” With a stretch, I do as he asks, snag the bottle of clear liquid, and then hold it out for him. I get a wink from Suguru before I turn back around, lower my chest to the mattress and just relax, take what he’s about to give me.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a pretty little asshole.” A cool finger teases the entrance and another shudder overtakes me. “It’s just begging for my cock, baby.” Then, that finger slides in easy, not a hint of pain, and the first stirrings of pleasure start throbbing in time with my heart.

⠀⠀ ⠀I moan and push back against the intrusion. It’s strange, but so good.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Want more, Y/n?”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Please…” I whimper. He gives me what I beg for, eases another finger into my asshole, and still, no pain—just unimaginable pleasure. He thrusts in and out of me, fingers scissoring and stretching my virgin hole, prepping me to take that fat cock of his. “Suguru…” I whine, ready for more.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a needy slut.” He doesn’t sound too upset by the idea, and gives me another finger. This time, I feel the pinch of pain and I gasp, then my body stills for a moment. “Easy, baby. Breathe through it. It’s gonna feel so good, just give it a minute.” He strokes my back, hand sliding along my spine while he gently slides in and out of my asshole, getting me ready to get fucked back there.

⠀⠀ ⠀And he’s right. I am needy. In moments, I’m panting again, just waiting for him to plow into me with his dick. “Suguru, give it to me. Fuck me. Fill me with your cum already.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“What a naughty girl.”

⠀⠀ ⠀Hearing the laugh in his voice, I look over my shoulder. “Only for you.” He just barks out another laugh, and then those sweet fingers disappear, only to be replaced with the head of his cock kissing my asshole. “Nice and easy, Y/n. Push out a little while I push in. Then, I promise you’re going to feel so good, baby.”

⠀⠀ ⠀I force myself to relax, put my trust in Suguru and do as he asks. Inch by stretching inch, I accept his dick, body parting for him, his cock stroking unknown nerves and pleasure points. He feeds me his prick. And as seconds slip away, before I know it, he’s thrusting into my asshole, spearing me with his hard shaft.

⠀⠀ ⠀Losing track of time, I refocus as his hips rest against mine, balls brushing my pussy. Suguru strokes my back, fingers dancing over my skin, touching and caressing me so tenderly. He teases my ass, fingers playing along my hole where he’s penetrating me.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You should see this. So sweet, so pretty. Your asshole’s just sucking me in and keeping me hot.” He pulls out a little and then eases back into me, yanking a gasp and moan from deep in my chest. “That’s it, baby, nice and easy.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He does it again, retreat and advance, breaks me apart. I’m so full, I think I’m gonna burst, blow up and burn in a fire that’s threatening to consume me.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck, Suguru.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Like that?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Hell yeah. Do me harder, please..”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Shit, baby.” He groans, but listens, pulls out and pushes in with more force, gives and takes with increased passion. “Sweetest, tight little ass.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Pound me with that big dick, brother. Show me what a good fuck you are.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a slut.” There’s still no malice, just arousal tingeing his voice, and he gives me what I long for. It’s like the chains he’s had on himself melt away. Suguru withdraws and then shoves forward, hard enough for the bed to pick up its banging, his balls smacking my pussy and sending light tingles along my spine. The scent of our sex surrounds us, the musk filling the air, permeating our pores.

⠀⠀ ⠀On and on he goes, in and out, in and out, slap, slap, slap…

⠀⠀ ⠀I never knew. Never knew that anal sex could feel so good, so right, and make me come. It’s right there, close enough to reach out and grab. I’m full and stuffed and stretched, the pinch melding with the pleasure until I’m a glowing balloon of ecstasy, growing larger with every passing second. My breathing’s labored, even harder than before. I’m exhausted, fucked-tired, and just ready to come so I can pass the fuck out. Suguru can keep going for all I care, but I just need to rest for a minute.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You gonna come, baby? Your ass is begging for it, milking my dick.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Mmm-hmm…” I can’t really talk. I can mumble a little, though. ‘Cause I want it, want him to paint me from the inside out. He slaps my ass, waking me up in an instant, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through me. “Fuck me.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“That’s what I’m doing, baby.” He spanks me again, harder this time, the burn shoving my orgasm closer.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Suguru!”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Oh, yeah, you like that.” I can feel his smug attitude radiating from behind me, and he deserves every bit of those feelings because he’s right.

⠀⠀ ⠀Actually, he’s wrong. I don’t just like it—I fucking love it.

⠀⠀ ⠀Another smack, another jolt. Again and again, in time with his strokes, shoving in and yanking out of my asshole while he spanks my cheeks. I feel the heat and pain mingling in the pleasure his fucking’s creating, rolling together and creating a wave of undeniable ecstasy. It’s growing and growing larger by the second until I’m filled with it. Every nook and cranny inside my body is consumed by the sensation he’s creating.

⠀⠀ ⠀He fucks me harder, deeper, banging into me, our breathing growing heavier, mixing with the sounds of our bodies meeting and the bed hitting the wall with each of his powerful thrusts.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Come in me, Suguru. Do it. Fill me with your cum.” I moan and groan, gasp when he hits me once again. Shit. Right there, oh, yeah…that sends me over the edge, sends me flying high and screaming his name while my pussy and ass clamp down, milk and spasm. God, what I wouldn’t give to have my pussy filled at the same time. “Yes, god, yes…”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck, Y/n. Baby…”

⠀⠀ ⠀He’s jerking against me, fingers digging into my hips, probably leaving bruises behind, but I don’t mind. His cock’s growing thicker inside me, jerking, and then the splash of his hot cum is hitting my inner walls, spurting inside me. He rocks with me, our bodies moving as one while more and more of his seed comes out of his dick and into me.

⠀⠀ ⠀Slowly, by moments, we calm, our breathing returning to normal, and then Suguru slumps to the side, bringing me with him, his cock still sheathed in my ass. He kisses the back of my neck, so tender and sweet. “Oh, baby. That was…”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Mmm-hmm.” I wiggle against him, his dick slowly softening inside me. I can still feel the stretch and heat of him, his cum dribbling from my hole.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Stay here, baby.” He eases from my back passage and I whimper, reach back for him, but he’s already gone. I watch while he pads naked to the bathroom and returns moments later with two washcloths. He reaches for me, but I hold out my hand. “Stop it. Let me take care of you.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He presses a quick kiss on my shoulder and nudges my hand away, taking care of cleaning me up, wiping away the evidence of his pleasure. Then, after he’s done with me, he does the same to himself.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Pain in my ass, Suguru,” I grumble, not really meaning it, but it’s what we do. We argue about how annoying we are to each other.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Only if you ask nicely,” he replies.

⠀⠀ ⠀I snort.

⠀⠀ ⠀“You were begging, and not too long ago.” He snuggles behind me, his cock nestling along the crack of my ass, arms draped over me. “I believe it was something along the lines of ‘give me your big dick. Fuck me hard. Make me scream.’ But I could be wrong.” I look over my shoulder and stick my tongue out at him. “You’re a asshole.” He raises a single brow. “That’s what you’ve got? ‘You’re a asshole?’”

⠀⠀ ⠀I narrow my eyes and glare at him.

⠀⠀ ⠀“It’s okay, baby, I’ll take that. I’ll also take you.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“What’re you talking about?”

⠀⠀ ⠀He scrapes his teeth along my shoulder, nibbles my skin. “I’m keeping you.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“You can’t keep me! I’m my own wo—”

⠀⠀ ⠀He silences me with a kiss. And it’s almost enough to make me lose my “mad.” Almost. “Hush. You are your own woman, but now, you’re also mine. Don’t worry. You can still hang out with your bitch. You just won’t be picking up men anymore. I’m your man now.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“What?” My mouth opens wide in surprise. “You did not just call my friends bitch!” I get another kiss, but this time, while he shifts me to my back and thrusts into my pussy again. His cock’s hard and thick, filling me, a shot of ecstasy spreading from my pussy.

⠀⠀ ⠀“I did. And I am your man.” He withdraws and eases forward, nice and gentle. “No one else is fucking this pussy. I’ve ruined you, haven’t I? Say it.” He pulls out, pushes back in. “Say it, baby.” He nibbles my lower lip, rains kisses along my jaw and tugs on my earlobe with his teeth. “Say it,” he whispers, licking the shell of my ear.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck, Suguru. You’re my man.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Your brother.”

⠀⠀ ⠀God, this is so slow and sweet… Feels so damn good I’m gonna come again. Come all over his cock. “My brother.”

⠀⠀ ⠀“Such a hot woman. My little sis. And I’m your brother.”

⠀⠀ ⠀He thrusts home, grinds his hips against me, rubbing my clit just right and yanking a scream from me. “My brother!”

⠀⠀ ⠀I throw my head back, arching and yelling, pleasure bursting through me as I find my release once again. It’s not as strong as before, but deeper, more meaningful. ‘Cause it’s my man, my big bro doing this for me, and not some quick fuck I’ve picked up. “That’s it, baby. Gonna come in this sweet pussy.” He’s breathing heavy again, increasing his pace a little, thrusting harder.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Come in my cunt, Suguru. Fill me up. Give it to me.” I claw his back, run my nails along his spine and dig my heels into his ass checks, pull him into me with more force.

⠀⠀ ⠀“Fuck. Baby…” Then he’s there, coming in me, dick swelling, jerking inside my heat, and spurt after spurt of his cum fills my pussy. He jerks—once, twice, three times before he slumps over me, body shaking, tremors traveling through him with every breath.

⠀⠀ ⠀I stroke his back, soothe him while he catches his breath.

⠀⠀ ⠀He really is a good man. And as long as he fucks me like this every day, I figure I can handle having him as mine.

⠀⠀ ⠀Happy Birthday to me.

[writing-appreciation]

The Office

Synopsis: You are promoted to the Unit Chief of Crime Scene Investigation. Moving in to your new office, some familiar faces help you settle in. Others, a little more than others... in his own way.

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Warnings: SUGGESTIVE. Didn't proofread before I chose to upload this. Sorry in advance.

"Uh, actually, Pen, so sorry, can you actually set that box on the desk? That one has all my stationery." I said in a strained voice, trying to gesture to my desk, but the boxes I was carrying blocked my view.

"I totally would, my leige, but the boys have not quite gotten your megadesk in here yet." She rushed to me to help me destack my boxes that were dangerously close to toppling over as I struggled to keep my grip on them.

"Oh! Thanks you Freaky fashinova you!" I smiled at her help.

"Ladies, not to bother our new CSI Unit Chief, but this desk is a little heavy and you're standing exactly where we need to put it."

We both turned to see Derek, partially in the room, and Luke holding up the other side of the desk, but outside the room.

"Sorry, guys, we'll move!" I quickly apologized and began to move myself.

"Tall, dark, and muscles, you can move me any time you want." Penelope said while exchanging glances with the two men trying to move my desk into the room.

"Listen, Mama, any other time, but right now, my fingers are too sore to play these games right now. So move your perfectly fine ass.. please."

Penelope did move out of the spot after a few seconds of prolonged eye contact with Derek.

"Uh, as a Unit Chief, do I have an obligation to report this as sexual nature?" I asked, while adjusting my glasses and picking up a clipboard from an open box.

That comment caused an outburst of laughter to fill the room.

"Y'know, (L/n) don't you have a team yourself that could help you move all this stuff into here? Feels like your already abusing your power." Luke jokingly said as he adjusted his side of the desk to line up with the space I had cleared for it earlier in the day.

"Well, Agent Alvarez, you can thank Penelope, who graciously volunteered you and Morgan to move the heavy stuff into here." I clapped my hands together. And leaned on the now placed desk.

An array of beeps coming from all their phones interrupted him before he could rebutle.

"Let me guess, a serial killer loose on the east coast, oooh, no the Midwest?" I exclaimed as they each read their messages.

Derek was the first to look up and nod his head sadly.

"Four kids, all below the age of ten, abducted, brutally beaten, and then.." He trailed off.

Penelope and Luke shared a knowing look.

"Well, don't let me keep you, go, go save the kids." I smiled sadly while shooing them out of my office.

The three of them left and began their decent down to the BullPen, gathering their BAU team mates along the way.

It was weird being up here, being able to quite literally, have the higher ground to the agents below me, many of whom I have developed close friendships with over the years.

While watching the three agents join the rest of their teammates, I heard a familiar clearing of a throat which made me pull my attention to a friendly face leaning against my door frame.

"Dr. Reid, hello." I smiled, nodding in his direction.

"Dr. (L/n). Your office is a bit more chaotic than I expected." He gestured to several boxes, and scattered case files littering the tops of closed boxes, my makeshift desk before this new one came in.

"Well, considering I have only had this space for a week, and during 5 out of those 7 days, I was busy consulting with the Miami Dade Police with a few gruesome crime scenes curtosey of an unsub your team happened to catch while also in Miami, I haven't had much time to.. decorate." I raised my arms in gesture to the scattered boxes around me.

He laughed, now inviting himself into my office, carefully picking up a loose photo frame from an open box. A small smile creeped onto his face as he looked at the photo.

"Not that I don't enjoy your company, Reid, but don't you guys have a case to review before you leave?"

"Actually, not going. I'm guest lecturing at Virgina State this week. By the end of the week, if they still need me, I'll meet them out there. So, if you were to need any help..decorating I am available."

I smirked at his choice of words, knowing what photo he has in is hand. To any other, unsuspecting, eye, it appears to be a photo of an abstract piece of art. Lots of paint smears, random hand prints scattered along the canvas. But the two of us knew the story behind that photo. And it was a real work of art.

"Y'know," I began, kicking myself off of my desk, "now that I have a whole office, and not a tiny little desk, I might actually hang that painting here above my desk. Penelope said she thought the use of colors were.. emotion invoking."

He let out a breathy laugh and gently set the photo down, now taking a step closer to the window. "Ha, did she? It sure did invoke alot of emotion during its creation." He ran his finger along my window sill, raising it to find it dust-free.

"Yes, Dr. Reid. Very..cathartic I would say." I smirked. "Also, if you're looking for any signs of dust, don't you worry, I went through with a feather duster this morning."

"Good girl."

I bit my lip, to hold back a response to that. We, afterall, were still in semi-public. My door was wide open, blinds open, if somebody was walking by, they surely would have heard us talking. And God forbid anybody were to see a Unit Chief and a simple agent sharing a rather sexual verbal exchange.

But there was nothing simple about this man and I and our relationship. We have tiptoed around that imaginary line, separating agents from "fragernizing" with one another for so long. Some times that line was completely kicked to the side and forgotten during those (excitingly long, but wonderful) nights we spent in one another's bed.

It's borderline criminal- the hold that man has on me. And it's not just about the sex. That part is great and all, but it's the connection we have that makes this..situationship as great as it is.

Spencer said it best one night after a particularly rough case both my CSI team, and his BAU team collaborated on. We both had some...frustrations to get out and it made for a rather intense night once we got back to Quantico. But it's what followed the intensity that sealed the deal for me on Dr. Spencer Reid.

A tense, but comfortable air settled in the room as I laid on the bed, exhausted from what I believe was the sixth orgasm of the night. I stopped counting after three. Spencer would surely know, but he ran off to gather a couple drinks for us.

As I began to pry myself from the bed, I heard the familiar bedroom door open.

"Hey, lay back down, let me clean you up."

I made eye contact with the lanky man approaching me. He had a couple water bottles, and a dishtowel in his hand that appeared to be wet.

I think he caught on to my confusion and responded, "I mean, if you'll let me. You can clean yourself too if you want. I just feel kinda bad, I took alot of this case out on you just now." He awkwardly shifted from heel to heel.

I couldn't keep my laugh in. It wasn't a laugh at him persay. I just thought it was funny that awkward little Spencer Reid, eloquent DR. Reid, SSA Reid who has stopped hundreds of literal psychopaths without batting an eye, stood here in front of me who was still completely naked, heaving like a caged animal after the activities we just did, and he somehow felt more out of place than I did. In his own apartment. His literal bedroom.

"Really, Reid, it's fine. You don't have to clean me up because you feel guilty. I had a good time. No boundaries crossed. Honestly, I kinda needed a good time." I said, once again starting to sit up.

"(Y/n), please, I just. It takes two to make the mess. Let me clean you up a bit. I can draw us a bath? A nice massage? I bought more of that Chamomile Lavender tea you liked, and stocked up on the sleep massage oil you are obsessed with." He broke his eye contact to rush to the corner of his room, to his fully stocked tea/coffee bar.

It used to just be a coffee bar, until I found myself spending the night more and more often. And so there was an electric tea kettle, several different types of tea I have brought myself, for when I knew I would be spending time at his apartment.

But my mind stayed hooked on the fact that he said, ' I bought more of that Chamomile Lavender tea you liked..'

Idetic memory, Spencer Reid, remembering a fact like this wasn't all too surprising. It's the fact that he bothered to put effort into keeping things I like in his space. He was quick to recommend me keeping a whole dresser in his bedroom. Not just a drawer, oddly cramed with things. It's like he wants me here longer than just a simple bed buddy. And the thought of that made my heart ache.

I was pulled out of my trance when I heard water running from his bathroom. I looked up, curiously, meeting his eyes as he left the bathroom and rejoined me in the bedroom.

"You took too long to decide, so I decided for you, we're taking a bath and you're getting a massage. Here's your tea." He held put a mug with my initials on it.

This mug was also a new addition.

"Uh, t-thanks." I stuttered as I accepted the mug from him, examining it up close.

It was my favorite color. Favorite shape of mug. Hell my initials were done in my favorite font. But what caught me most off guard was the inscription on the handle

'For my favorite flower'

I turned the mug around to see the other side, and low and behold, there was a hand drawn image of my birth flower- his favorite flower.

"Wow, Reid, I love this mug." I gasped, still appreciating it.

"(Y/n)-" He seemed to want to say more, but cut himself off.

"Let get into that bath." He held his hand out, and I gladly accepted it with the hand that was not holding my tea.

He was first to get in, he smiled, so wide it almost hurt my cheeks to see him smiling like.. like a lovestruck idiot. I couldn't help but join his smile, and lay myself into the bath, in front of him. I eased into his chest almost immediately. The hot water was helping to sooth my aching muscles from the earlier activities. Spencer laid his chin on the top of my head and began absent-mindedly stroking my shoulders, which gradually transitioned to a full blown massage.

This was bliss.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He whispered into my ear.

His voice sent goosebumps down my arms, undoubtedly he felt.

"This is just nice." I sank further down into the tub, turning slightly to catch a partial glimpse of him.

He hummed in response and gently swiped a fallen strand of hair from my forehead. This simple gesture made me feel like a 17 year old girl again. The feeling of butterflies fluttering in my stomach made me so nervous, but I didn't want the moment to end.

"It's Spencer." He said with a smile, his eyes flicking to my lips and back to my eyes.

"Hmm?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

He scrunched his face in laugher and cleared his throat.

"My name is Spencer." He repeats, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Uh.. yeah? Kinda found that out a while ago." I laughed, still confused as to why he suddenly was saying his name.

"You still call me 'Reid'."

"Well, yeah you're Spencer Reid. The 'Reid' part is kind of a part of your name."

"Yeah, but when you call me 'Reid' it feels like you still see me as just a coworker."

Pretty sure my heart broke just then.

I quickly turned to face him fully, wanting to give him my full attention.

"What do you mean? I think you're so much more." I reached for his chin, to make him face me.

"You do?" He says, still in a saddened tone.

"Rei- Spencer," I corrected myself, "You are unlike any man I have ever met. You are the most caring, devoted, passionate, loyal, goofy, intelligent, wonderful mess of a man I have ever had the privilege of meeting. You are the first person I want to talk to after a tough case, and the last person I always talk to before bed. Meeting you has made me want to be a better person, it's made me a better friend. You've shown me a type of love I never thought I would see again."

"So you don't just stay for the sex?" He asked quietly, like he was afraid of the answer.

"Spencer, honey, if we quit having sex right now, you still won't be able to get rid of me. Sure, the sex is great, don't get me wrong, love that, you are truly gifted, but I don't need it. I just need you. Your company, these moments where we just talk and hang out, or when we go to nerdy conventions together and have the time of our lives. I need your rambling about a random topic you know everything about because I just enjoy being in your presence. And listening to you talk. Your voice is so calming. You can be telling me about the terrible and gruesome ways an unsub dismembered, disembowled, and worse to a victim and I will hang on your every word. Even in complete silence, I just feel your comforting aura. And I don't want that to go away. If you don't want me to go, that is. It was never about the Sex, Spencer, it was always about you."

Before I could continue, he pulled me into a tight embrace and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

We sat in silence for a while. I don't think Spencer was anticipating a big long confession from me today. However, I was careful with my words. I never exactly said 'I love you.' But God, did I want to. I do love this man. In the way that makes me want to grow old with him and listen to the way he would rattle facts off to our children.

"Yknow, I learned something rather interesting on this case." He finally spoke up, while rubbing circles into my pinky finger with his thumb.

"Oh, you can still learn things? What did you learn, Spencer?"

I felt him smile into my head at me using his first name.

"Our Unsub was choosing victims by his belief in the Japenese Red String theory."

"And because I didn't study Japanese myths, I'm gonna need you to explain that one to me, Doctor."

"So, pinkies are a big thing in it." He began to explain excitedly.

He held his arm out to meet mine. Both our right hands, extended out so we could both see our hands in front of us.

"The theory states that everybody is attached to somebody with whom they will tell an important story, or make history with."

"And I take it that they are attached with a red string, to their other person's pinky?"

"Yes. And what's even more tragically beautiful is that the connection never breaks. Even in death, the passing of the loved one becomes the story itself. Throughout any tangle, the string remains strong. They are destined to have that connection."

"That's interesting, but how did our unsub use that theory to pick his vics?"

"He was perverting the story. To him, he believed the stories he was destined to tell revolved around brutally torturing and ultimately murdering women he believed he was bound to."

"Oh, wow. Hey, does it ever get exhausting to constantly deep dive into somebody's psychology? At least with my job, everything is a fact. Splatter patterns, ballistics, autopsy results, everything I do is set in stone. I rarely, if ever, have to think about the how, the why, and the what's is going on in his head. It seems exhausting."

"It is exhausting, so it's nice to have somebody to talk to after a long one." He sighed, pulling me closer to his chest.

Eventually we made our way out of the bath, and dressed into our pyjamas for the night. Spencer put on some documentary in the background as we settled into the bed for sleep. I pulled out a book I was working through and began reading where I left off.

"Hey, let me read to you?" He looked at me with the biggest puppydog eyes I have ever seen.

I nodded in agreement and handed the book to him. He grabbed his reading glasses off his nightstand, cleared his throat, and began reciting the words from the pages.

I couldn't help but feel my eyes go heavy, finding a deep comfort and safety in where I was right in this moment, and who was in this moment with me.

I think Spencer felt me leaning further and further into his shoulder, dancing on the verge of sleep, so he did finish out the chapter and placed the book and his glasses on the nightstand.

He pulled the blankets up to our chests, and began to relax himself. His arms around their way around mu waist and he pulled me closer to him, even throwing his leg over my own.

"For the record, you are the person I am bound to. You are my destiny. You are the light in my darkness. You are the love of my life." He whispered, while placing a gentle kiss on my head.

"Love you too Spence.." I began, and immediately fell victim to slumber.

"Dr. (L/n)? Are you okay?"

His question brought me back to reality. And that reality is that I am going to start daydreaming about Dr. Spencer Reid right now.

"OH? Yes, thank you Dr. Reid. I'm fine. Just out in my own little world." I laughed off my need for him.

"Well, I have to start making my way out to Virginia State, so I'll see you around." The final part of his sentence, sounding more like a question. Like he was asking if he would see me later.

"I'm sure you'll see me around. I have some major nesting to do in this office. Have fun shaping future minds!" I called out the last part as he made his way out of my office. He did turn back, just before he had fully left my line of sight, giving me a small smirk.

The rest of the day went on fairly slowly. Alot of organizing my space to my liking. Penelope would swing by every so often with treats and trinkets. Before I even knew it, it was after hours in the building. After hours on a Friday night. Needless to say, everybody was eager to get home.

However, I was so caught up with decorating all day, I didn't get a chance to review case files for my team. I had planned to do this task over the weekend, but I noticed the usual hefty stack of cases, were actually only three cases. So I decided to just look them over here, rather than have them to ruin my weekend.

Penelope offered to stay behind as well, to, in her own words, be my sparkly ball of joy, while I looked at the information. I love that woman, but I knew she would distract me, and I would be stuck here even longer, so I sent her home.

I was so enthralled in my cases that I didn't really pay too much attention to the lights of the BullPen turn on. I figured it was an agent, running back into the office to grab something they forgot to get when they left for the day. I ignored it, and continued to read. That is, until a jiggling of my dornob caught my attention.

My eyes flickered down to my gun, laying holstered, on my desk. Carefully, I removed the gun from the holster, and began to stand. Afterall, nobody should be trying to get into my office. In fact, nobody else should be here.

I cautiously made my way to my door. There was no peephole, but I did have windows to either side of the door. Earlier in the day, I closed my blinds because the heavy foot traffic of the BullPen kept pulling me away from my tasks. Just as I was about to peak through the closed blinds, my phone began ringing in my back pocket.

"Shit." I cursed aloud, in a hushed voice, as my free hand flew to my phone to silence the noise.

"(Y/n), open the door, it's me."

I immediately relaxed and sighed in relief.

I unlocked the door, and welcomed the very dapper looking Doctor standing in front of me into my office.

"Spence, you gotta warn a girl. I had my gun drawn, definitely could've taken you out." I breathed out, now making my way back to my desk to reholster my gun.

"I did warn you. I texted you four different times. I even showed up to your apartment, and when I didn't find you there, I concluded you were still here. So now here I am." He gave me one of his infamous goofy smiles.

"Well, excellent deduction skills, Doctor, " I sat in my chair, pulling out my phone to read the texts Spencer sent me.

He sat in the chair, across my desk as I read the texts.

2:30 p.m

'How is the office decorating going?'

3:42 p.m

'I take it that it is going well. Would you please call me when you get a chance. I miss your voice.'

5:13 p.m

'I am currently at your apartment, I am cooking (your favourite meal). I assume you'll be a bit late home, so I'll finish up when you call me.'

6:48 p.m

'I'm not one for impatience, but I have not spoken to you since this morning, so I am going to the office, and (respectfully) dragging you out of there if I have to. X'

"First of all, I missed you too Spence. And I'm sorry for not responding. I got so tied up with decorating and reorganizing, that I lost track of time. Then I realized I had a few cases to review, which I was going to go this weekend, but there were only three, so I wanted to knock those out before I left for the weekend."

"Do you need any help?" He said, reaching for a file.

"No, honey, I'm fine, really. I just need maybe 15 more minutes, and we can head out, okay?" I gently placed my left hand on his to stop him from grabbing a casefile.

He looked at my hand on his, our engagement ring sat on my left ring finger, and I could tell he was confused.

"I hope you don't mind. I really like wearing it, and nobody was here, so I slipped it on." I gestured to the ring.

He was wildly smiling at my hand and ran hid thumb over my left ring finger knuckle.

'I love it. I wore mine today when I was lecturing. Makes it feel like you're right there with me." He grinned ear to ear.

I smiled, pulling my hand back, and picking up the file I was reading a few minutes prior.

I heard a shutter of a camera go off, which made me perk my head back towards the man across from me.

"Sorry. I couldn't help it, you look very good right now." He gushed as he looked at the photo on his phone.

"Spence," I began.

"You're sitting there, in your chair," He stood up from his chair, and began walking behind my desk, "behind your desk," He was standing behind me now, he leaned down to my ear, "in your CSI Unit Chief office, wearing your engagement ring. It's all very attractive. Doctor. (L/n)." He placed a kiss further and further down my neck as he spoke.

He stopped at my shoulder. Placing a gentle kiss on the clothed area.

"Spencer, I- we need to st-" He cut me off by slowly pulling my blouse down my shoulder to expose the skin. I gasped.

He quickly turned my chair around to have me facing him now. A suggestive look in his eyes hinted at his intentions right at the moment. He held his hand out, which I gladly accepted. He led me to stand, which I obeyed. After I stood, he pushed my chair out from my desk, knocking it into a bookshelf in the process, causing some books to topple to the ground.

"Hey! I worked hard on that organi-" I began to stay, but was interrupted by Spencer pushing me to the desk and slamming his lips into mine.

I muffled a moan in shock, but immediately began kissing him back. His hands wondered down to my hips, and he squeezed them like they were his life line. After a few minutes of a rather intense makeout, he broke the kiss, followed by a long inhale.

"Spencer, we really need to stop. Anybody can walk in. And I still haven't found a way to tell the director we're engaged. This would be a bad way for them to find out." I heavily breathed out.

"(Y/n), it is 7:20 on a Friday night. I think it's safe to say nobody will be barging in. And I can't get the idea of taking you right here, right now, out of my head. So please, stop worrying and enjoy the moment." He neatly gathered my case files and set them on the chair, completely clearing my desk of anything important.

He looked down at me with those damn alluring eyes. The kind that I have never been able to say no to. The kind that said he was ready to give me the world, whatever consequences may follow.

I nodded, eagerly. Throwing all resolve out the metaphorical window because now, seeing my lovely fiancee this lust driven towards me in our workplace was also driving me crazy with desire.

He didn't hesitate. He roughly connected our lips together again, now trailing his hands down my body.

He bent down slightly to grab under my thighs to help usher me to the top of my desk. I hopped up to be sitting on the desk.

He smiled into our kiss, but moved his lips down to my cheek, then to my jaw, then down my neck, peppering several kisses, all with varying intensities.

I felt his hands travel back up to my blouse. Then to the buttons, slowly undoing them as his assault on my neck never haulted. It felt so overwhelmingly amazing. And this was just the beginning.

There are so many different ways we could break in this office. Too many for just one night. This would more than likely be happening again. And again. And again.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

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

Slender:

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

Helen:

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

BEN:

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

[scribbledghost]

Okay listen, as a professional crier all I can say is I cry a lot. For seemingly meaningless reasons, oh but to me they mean something. Like, that poor cat on the side of the road. Or that poor kid that fell on the TV 3 weeks ago comes up in my head. how would fem!Simon deal with this? (she is my beloved 😋😋

(I hope it's okay that I've put these two together, because they seem similar, and I think Fem Simon's reactions would be similar in both cases!)

When she spots you crying, her first instinct is to have a mild panic. Her first idea is that you're hurt physically, but when she quickly rules out that idea, her next idea is that you're hurt mentally. Naturally, her brain jumps to the idea that someone else hurt you in this way, and that's something Fem Simon doesn't stand for.

She'll be gentle with you, letting you cry it out for as long as you need. She won't pressure you to talk or explain just yet, instead holding you close and offering soothing sounds and words.

When you've calmed some, she asks you what's wrong.

If your answer is akin to "the kid that fell on the sidewalk three weeks ago", she... gets a bit confused. Blue screens a little bit, if you know what I'm saying. She'll still comfort you, and she continues to do so every time she spots you crying, but she doesn't quite... Get It, yknow? Especially as someone who simply never cries. But she does her best to support you (and maybe try to mitigate the sad things you come across, if she can). She'll still hold you and soothe you when you cry, if you'll let her, and will do her best to tell silly jokes in an attempt to get you to smile.

If your answer is "I did something I've been wanting to do for forever and I had an awesome time and now I'm sad", she's... still a bit confused, but not quite as much. She knows it's a common phenomenon to have the blues after you do something you'd been looking forward to for a long time, but she's still at a bit of a loss at how exactly to make you feel better. She tries her usual terrible jokes, suggests your favorite takeout for dinner, lets you have as many cuddles as you desire (though that's just something she lets you have almost whenever you want, regardless).

Basically, even if she can't quite understand because she pretty much never cries herself, she does her best to dry those tears and get you to smile. Because quite frankly, your smile is her favorite thing to see.

[sh1gglypuff]

kenma fic based on a deftones song (i reco change if you wanna write some angst but the one who changed is the reader)

i’ll be so honest this doesn’t really fit the theme of the song entirely. i just wanted to put out some kuroken angst.

caution: depictions of smoking, suggestive content

Cherry Waves

Kenma was kissing you, his hands buried in your hair with his eyes shut tightly. He can’t breathe, he isn’t sure he wants to breathe right now. He moves one of his hands to rest at your waist and squeezes your skin.

He isn’t sure why he’s kissing you. He never thought himself to be in this position, kissing someone he barely knew in a bedroom that’s completely foreign to him.

He knew he shouldn’t have gone to that party, he knew he shouldn’t have smoked that joint. He knew he shouldn’t have listened to Kuroo.

“Come on Ken! Come out with us tonight!” Kuroo had chirped over the phone. Kenma was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling and twiddling with the string on his hoodie. Kenma let out a large breath and shut his eyes. His head was already starting to hurt from the mere idea of going out, but he would do anything for Kuroo. He would do anything to see him happy, to spend time with him. He would do anything to see him having a good time. So he agreed.

Watching Kuroo talk to a girl from across the bar wasn’t Kenma’s idea of a fun time. The music blared and the sound of glasses clinking and people chattering was starting to be too much. Kenma put his hands over his ears, attempting to drown out the sound. It didn’t work. He scanned around the room, searching for an exit, a bathroom, somewhere he could escape. He reached for the door and found his way outside. He leaned against the wall outside, chest heaving as cars drove past and people walked on. He put his hand on his chest, able to feel his beating heart.

“Hey,” you say. It wasn’t until then that Kenma even realized he wasn’t alone. You huffed out a cloud of smoke, the scent hitting his nostrils immediately.

“Hey…” he mutters. You reach into your hand bag, pulling out a rolled joint. You extend your hand over to him, offering. At first he just stares at you.

“You look stressed,” you say, in sort of explanation. Kenma reaches his hand out, taking you in the offer. You pull a lighter from your bag as he puts the joint between his lips. You step forward and before he can do anything you’re lighting it. The act itself was so strangely intimate that Kenma could feel his whole body begin to heat. He almost shivered. You stood in silence, smoking as Kenma did the same. The taste was strange on his tongue, it had been so long since he’d relished in anything like this. You took one final hit and stubbed the thing out against the wall. After three hits Kenma did the same.

“What brings you here?” you eventually say, the silence between the two of you had become deafening.

“My best friend,” Kenma says. He can feel himself getting lighter, his brain suddenly working with less considerable efforts. You nod. “He’s with a girl right now,” he blurts out. You raise an eyebrow.

“And that’s surprising why?”

“I think I’m in love with him,” Kenma confesses. He gasps after he says this, taken aback by the strength of his own words. He had never admitted that before, not even to himself. The words felt strange coming out of his mouth. They felt true.

“And seeing him kissing girls doesn’t help I’m assuming,” you muse. Kenma doesn’t say anything. “How about I help you forget?” you say. Kenma is surprised at your upfront offer. He isn’t used to this.

“I can’t just go…he’ll be worried,” he says in rebuttal. You laugh softly.

“You need to ask permission to go out with someone?”

Kenma freezes, uncertain on how to answer. He looks out at the street, the cars zipping by. He wishes he was home. “No. I just don’t want to make him worried.”

“So is that a yes?”

“A yes to what?”

“A yes to coming home with me?”

Kenma wanted to feel something, he wanted to feel anything. His mind was filled with thoughts of Kuroo, an endless ocean threatening to pull him underwater. Kuroo was a hopeless endeavor that Kenma knew was pointless to pursue. He was threatened with the potential to lose his best friend, to he ridiculed, to be more alone than he felt he was now. That was terrifying. He nodded, answering your question.

“I need a solid yes or no. Spoken,” you say. You didn’t want to take the poor boy home if he didn’t even know what he wanted. He nodded again.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I want to come home with you.”

That’s how Kenma found himself in an Uber, on his way to an apartment in a part of town he’d never found himself in. You were staring out the window and Kenma pulled out his phone.

I’m safe, just decided to leave. He texted Kuroo that simply. He wasn’t expecting an answer, and didn’t receive one. Kenma didn’t ask to fall hopelessly in love with Kuroo, he hadn’t even wanted to. Maybe it was the way Kenma felt cared for with him, maybe it was the way Kuroo understood Kenma fully without even trying. Kenma shivered in the backseat of the car, quietly staring out the window as the two of you got closer to your destination. He imagined Kuroo going home with someone, Kuroo kissing someone else’s mouth without a second thought. Kenma couldn’t breathe without thinking of him.

In your room with you, he had you pinned down against the bed. You were surprised at his eagerness, kissing him with passion and force.

As Kenma was kissing you, he thought more of Kuroo. He thought of how all he wanted was for Kuroo to want him. He kissed you harder, desperate to drown out any thoughts in waves of you. He didn’t even know your name. He parted his lips and brushed his tongue against yours.

Your hands were buried in his hair, his hands moving from your own hair to your waist. Kenma can’t place when he started loving Kuroo, he just knows he always has. Even if it didn’t start out romantically, he had loved Kuroo in a way he didn’t love anyone else since the beginning. It wasn’t until college, when Kuroo started searching for love in anyone but him did he realize he wanted Kuroo all to himself.

Would you drown for me Kuroo?

Would you save me?

Kenma’s eyes were shut tight, his heart racing as his tongue brushed ferociously against yours. You groaned against his mouth and he mimicked the sound. His hands roamed up your back, under your shirt and onto your bare skin.

Kenma felt like he was drowning. His mind was hazy, his only thoughts of you and Kuroo. He had to escape somehow, maybe finding escape within you would be okay. He felt your hands on his chest. Did he want this? He wanted anything. He wanted something.

I miss you Kuroo.

Please save me.

Suddenly Kenma pulled away, pulled his hands from your body. He was panting, sweating, staring at you with fear in his eyes. He wiped his mouth quickly.

“What’s wron-“

“I need to leave,” Kenma says quickly. He removes himself from you and stands up quickly searching for the door.

“I…what happened? Did I do something?” The fear in your voice was prominent. He could hear it and his heart sank. You were a person. You weren’t his escape from the truth. You weren’t going to drown with him.

“I’m sorry I just…thank you,” he says. You stare, confused. “I need to leave.”

“I never got your name,” you say. Kenma smiled at you. You smiled back.

There’s blood in the water, is it mine or yours?

Kenma walked down the street, away from your apartment. He searched the street for signs as to where he might be. He opened his phone, hand shaking as he pulled up Kuroo’s contact. He hit the call button, letting the phone ring in his ear as he continued down the street. He saw a sign for a street he recognized and sat on the curb.

“Hello?” Kuroo muttered into the receiver.

“Can you come get me?”

[koiiiiijiii]

PRESENT

my favourite russian songs + lookism boys (pt.3)

ПОДАРОК (by akyuliych & МP) = Seo Seongeun

tw ; a little suggestive, reader mischievous, slight body description, added song in the end

00:00 - 00:30

i walk into the party. "what the fuck?" the DJ is a total jerk you're dancing alone, and 'm pouring a colorful cocktail into my cup. you're mine tonight let's untie my bow! i'm your present i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your car i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your apartment

Goo knew that it will be hard to catch you, after all you learned a lot from him and Gun, not even taking into account that you have ears and eyes all over the city. to be honest, Goo himself didn’t understand at what moment you managed to build such a huge informant system, literally making yourself a monopolist in this area - not a single sneeze in this city took place without your knowledge, so Goo knew how useful it would be to make you his secret friend in the fight against Charles Choi. however, he also knew that you wouldn't let anyone who works or worked with Charles get within a kilometer of you, and besides, after his last prank on you… his and Gun’s past actions only added fuel to the fire. he knew that there was simply no point in looking for you himself - he remembered how Gun tried to chase you when they were still working together for Charles and he wanted to bring you back to headquarters.

but it was over before it started. after all, you had eyes and ears everywhere, so you disappeared from any place even before Gun got even a few kilometers there, leaving behind only a few hints that you had once been in one place or another…

that's why Goo had few options to contact you and try to bring you to his office for a conversation. at the moment, he knew about your location for tonight (he spent quite huge amount of money so you wouldn't know about that small incident. just don’t tell him that all your girls are always loyal to you. of course you knew what Goo did.), but he was still puzzling over who should be assigned this case? Logan? no, this mattress is too slow and rude, absolutely not the one who is needed for negotiations. Taejin? another gremlin who has...troubles in communicating with women, as far as Goo could tell, especially after that incident in Chongliang. he couldn't go himself, because he knew that you wouldn't listen to him, so the last and only right option was Samuel! handsome, courteous when needed, and the girls are delighted with him always!! God, Goo was so grateful that among the barbarians he hired in the person of Taejin and Logan, he had a ray of hope in the form of Samuel.

Goo gave pretty clear instructions (read - brief concepts about what you look like, where and at what time he can catch you) and to be honest, Samuel didn’t think it would take much time - he just needed to catch some girl in another overly expensive club and drag her to Goo, right? And why, for the gods sake did Joon send him in the first place, couldn’t that ram Logan really cope with all the work? or maybe Taejin? Samuel talked with this overgrown guy a couple of times, he seemed quite suitable for this job - a handsome, stoick face, covered in all sorts of expensive stuff - which is too vulgar if you gonna ask Samuel - all in branded clothes and even a couple of scars on his arms and body, Samuel heard girls like that. so why the hell was he now sitting in his car, waiting for the green traffic light, to take the last turn on the way to the club.

the club pulsed with life, a kaleidoscope of lights and sound. music was loud, the bass reverberating through the walls and into the very bones of everyone present. bright soffits cast dramatic beams of light across the room, while disco balls and neon lights spun and flashed, creating a dazzling display of color and movement. the beats were relentless, a steady rhythm that set the pace for the night, making it impossible to stand still. everywhere people were moving to the music, their elegant outfits shimmering under the ever-changing lights. there was an intoxicating blend of laughter and conversation, a hum of joy that added to the vibrant energy of the place. on the dance floor, bodies moved in sync, rubbing against each other in the heat of the dance. faces were flushed, eyes bright with euphoria and the liberating atmosphere of the club. the air was thick with the mingled scents of perfume, cologne, and the faint, sweet tang of alcohol. groups of friends huddled together, their voices rising in excitement over the music, while others danced with abandon, lost in the music and the moment. there was a sense of freedom, a collective shedding of the day's worries and an embrace of the night's possibilities. in this space, everyone was united by the rhythm, the lights, and the shared desire to lose themselves in the celebration. it was a world unto itself, where problems melted away and the only thing that mattered was the here and now.

00:30 - 01:15 you only need my car and a penthouse (pam-pam) — house music is playing. i'm smiling at you and we're hanging out in Moscow Seoul on your birthday and it's a shame I'm not on your wishlist you have friends (bitches), spreading rumors about me you're like ANIKV, and i'm SALUKI, i want to wear matching looks and i blend in with the crowd, watching you i'm already drunk on you, and i i walk into the party. "what the fuck?" the DJ is a total jerk you're dancing alone, and i'm pouring (eh) a colorful cocktail into my cup. you're mine tonight let's untie my bow! i'm your present

however, as the head of the third branch, Samuel didn't find anything new here. the picture of a good, expensive club was all too familiar to him. now, he just had to find the reason he came here tonight - you. making his way to the bar through the throngs of people, he periodically looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of you on the dance floor or perhaps in the VIP area or maybe - *collision*

he felt someone’s back crash into his chest. instantly, he turned his gaze to the cause of the collision, ready to tear apart the drunken idiot who had dared to bump into him. but luck was on his side - the fish had caught itself in the net.

a pair of eyes stared up at Samuel, almost level with his own. he was surprised; it was rare for him to meet a girls who didn’t have to look up at him. that fox, Kim Joon Goo, hadn’t mentioned that you would be so tall and so… cute. the light touch of your fingers on his wrist, right where his watch was, accompanied by a sweet, apologetic smile. "oh i'm sorry! i wasn't looking where i was going," - you said, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the loud music as you turned to face him. it was you - the girl Goo Kim had assigned him to bring to his office. Samuel remembered Goo's instructions to be careful with you; you could slip away at any moment. he needed a plan.

Samuel put on his sweetest smile. "it's nothing…" - he paused, waiting to hear your name.

"Y/N," you supplied with a smile at his attempt to flirt. without warning, you grabbed his large hand and pulled him deeper onto the dance floor. the music changed, the beat becoming more intense, the lights flashing in a mesmerizing pattern. Samuel was taken aback. he liked girls who knew what they wanted, but something about your genuine smile, your slender fingers wrapped around his larger palm, the way the lights played on your figure, and that gorgeous dress you wore tonight made him follow you.

you danced with him, touching him, directing his hands on your body as the beat pulsed through the floor. you rubbed against him, your movements fluid and confident. Samuel didn't forget his task - to take you to Goo - but your company was so warm, so pleasant, so intoxicating.

he let his hands rest on your waist, sliding higher, rubbing your belly and ribs, as you turned your back to him. you threw your hands up, grabbing the back of his neck and placing your head on his shoulder, giving him perfect access to the crook of your neck. in that moment, Samuel overwhelmed by the allure of you. time seemed to lose meaning as the music shifted again, this time to a slower, more sensual rhythm. Samuel found himself lost in your presence, the genuine laughter you shared, the flirtatious lines you threw at him, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief and delight. His task felt like a distant memory as he became more intoxicated with every passing second.

"you're quite the dancer," - you whispered, your breath warm against his ear.

"you're quite the charmer," - he replied, his voice low and filled with a mix of admiration and something deeper. you smiled, a playful glint in your eye. "maybe i'm just trying to distract you."

"maybe it's working," - he admitted, his hands tightening slightly on your waist. you turned in his arms, facing him once more. your fingers traced a path up his chest, stopping at his collar. "tell me, Samuel, are you always this serious?"

he chuckled, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "only when i'm not having fun."

"well then," - you said, leaning closer, - "let's make sure you have plenty of fun tonight." your neat hands sank lower, somewhere to the level of the pockets of his trousers, leaving a light, fleeting touch on his hips.

Samuel's heart raced as he looked into your eyes, feeling a connection he hadn't anticipated. He knew he had to take you to Goo, but for now, he allowed himself to get lost in the moment, the music, and the warmth of your company. as you continued to dance, the world outside the club faded away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of shared smiles and electrifying touches.

the night passed on while you and Samuel danced, drank, laughed, and danced again, not paying attention to the people and music around. It seemed to him that tonight his hands explored almost your entire body, at least as far as the situation allowed, but you didn’t lag behind him. your deft fingers touched him here and there, making Samuel almost purr with pleasure when your claws touched his neck, gently stroking. as the night wore on, you leaned close to his ear, your breath warm against his skin. "i need to use the restroom. be right back," - you said, flashing a playful smile before disappearing into the crowd. Samuel watched you go, a smile tugging at his lips. he felt a strange mix of exhilaration and satisfaction from the evening. after a while, he glanced at his wrist to check the time. shit. his watch was missing. a sinking feeling hit him, and he quickly patted his pockets - phone, car keys, wallet, and apartment keys - all gone.

01:16 - 01:59 i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your car i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your apartment i turn on autopilot, they pour Moët like in business class, and i'm already carried away and warmth spreads through my body, but not from you is— is— is that gin and tonic? i want a new iPhone and an apartment in the center, a BMW with tinted windows boy, jump over to the table! i have a question for you can you do it for me? give me another zero (on my account)

"that little - " - he growled under his breath, anger bubbling up. you had fooled him. the girl he had been sent to retrieve had not only slipped away but had taken everything he had. desperately and annoyed he approached a random guy leaning against the bar. "hey, can i borrow your phone? an emergency." - the guy looked skeptical but handed over the phone. Samuel quickly dialed Taejin's number.

"Taejin, it's Samuel. i need you to pick me up from the club. now."

he walked out of the club, lighting a cigarette, his hands shaking with fury. the smoke curled around him as he remembered his conversation with Goo before the assignment. Goo had warned him about you, your mischievous personality, and how easily you could slip away.

"she's a slippery one," Goo had said, his eyes narrowed and he looked at Samuel. it was rarely when Goo talked serious "don't relax or let yourself to ease your attention, Samuel."

but he had let his guard down, and now he was paying for it. his frustration grew as he replayed the night's events in his mind, cursing himself for being so easily deceived.

twenty minutes later, Taejin pulled up outside the club, and Samuel slid into the passenger seat, seething with anger. his jaw was clenched, and his fists were tight as he tried to control his frustration.

"what happened?" Taejin asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over at Samuel.

"little bitch took everything - my phone, keys, wallet even watches. everything," Samuel muttered. "we were supposed to bring her to Goo, but now she's gone."

"great," - Taejin sighed. "this is just what we needed. what are we going to tell Goo?"

"i don't know," Samuel snapped. "i'll think of something."

as they drove to Taejin's apartment, Samuel's mind raced. he was furious with himself and worried about the repercussions. Goo was a man he deeply respected, man who actually acknowledged and accepted him and the thought of disappointing him was almost unbearable. When they finally arrived at Taejin's apartment, the two men wearily headed to separate rooms. the night had taken its toll, and they quickly fell asleep, though Samuel's sleep was fitful, plagued by thoughts of what awaited him in the morning.

01:59 - 2:22

i walk into the party. "what the fuck?" the DJ is a total jerk you're dancing alone… (i'm dancing alone) i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your car i'm dancing alone, i don't need you i need the keys to your apartment

the next morning, they arrived at Goo's office, dreading the conversation that awaited them. Samuel's stomach churned with anxiety. He knew Goo expected results, and he had none to show. to their shock, they found you sitting in the office, bathed in sunlight streaming through the window. your sweet, apologetic smile was aimed at Samuel, and you lightly waved, whispering "sorry" with your lips. Samuel was stunned, his anger momentarily forgotten as he took in the surreal scene. Goo waved them off with a smile.

"thank you for your work, Samuel," - Goo smiled. "you and Taejin can leave now. we have some more things to discuss."

stunned, Samuel and Taejin left the office, confusion etched on their faces. Samuel's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of relief and residual anger coursing through him. moments later, you emerged, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. "thanks for the night," - you said, a hint of laughter in your voice. Samuel's mind flashed back to the previous evening. "you played me," Samuel said, half in admiration and half in frustration.

you leaned in closer, your lips almost brushing his ear. "maybe. but it was fun, wasn't it?" - you then pulled back, your expression turning sincere. "i'm really sorry, Samuel. i had to do it. but thank you for the night. i really meant each word yesterday... it was amazing." - you handed Samuel his belongings back, your eyes sparkling with amusement.

with a final wink and the most genuine smile, you turned and walked away, leaving Samuel standing there, his emotions a whirlwind of anger, admiration, and something else he couldn't quite place. he watched you go, a strange mixture of respect and irritation battling within him. the night had been wild, but the aftermath was even more bewildering.

*bonus*

as soon as the door slammed behind you, Samuel’s gaze lingered on his things, which you placed directly in his huge hand. opening his wallet he found a polaroid photo of the two of you from the club - his nose buried in the crook of your neck, his hands on your hips, guiding your movements to the beat of the music while your fingers were buried deep in his hair. at the bottom was the signature "sorry again hehe. xxx-xxx-xxx - conciliatory dinner from me.”

Samuel just chuckled, wondering who managed to take a photo of you and how this photo ended up in your possession, closing your wallet. Goo’s palm lay on his shoulder and a chill ran down his spine when he hissed in his ear, “don’t think that i will believe the stories that she didn’t run away from you yesterday. you’re lucky that she came today herself, saying that you were convincing." Goo’s voice oozed venom, although he had the most playful smile on his face, and the grip on his shoulder was already beginning to feel painful.

[milacandless77]

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 | 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

ηαηαмι кєηтσ/ яєαɗєя ѕυgυяυ gєтσυ/яєαɗєя gσנσ ѕαтσяυ/ яєαɗєя вυт נυѕт α ƖιттƖє вιт!

IMPECCABLE— NANAMI KENTO

cнαρтєя 3: Ƭнє ƁƖαcк MαιƖ

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

chapter summary: Your friends suggest you go to therapy for your own good. It’s then that Itadori introduces you to the man he indirectly considers his second father, who runs a mental health hospital. On the other hand, a long-haired idiot blackmails you while simultaneously flirting with you? Alongside another idiot, but this one has white hair. The chapter starts serious but ends up being a little funny because of that duo, lmao.

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You had only been hospitalized for three days, but you couldn't stand the environment and wanted to leave as soon as possible. You were grateful you had, as those days felt endless. The day after regaining consciousness, you were allowed to receive visitors in your room. The only people who came to see you were your mother, Nobara, and Itadori.

At first, your mother didn't want anyone visiting you. However, your first day in the hospital was horrible. You were left alone in the room because your mother had to go to work as usual. She promised to come back soon, but you knew she wouldn't return until night. Being alone in the hospital room terrified you. You constantly had nightmares, both awake and asleep, swearing that someone would do to you what you had done while asleep, and everything worsened when you were left alone. You had a panic attack, ripped out the IV, and started saying you had to leave that place because someone was coming for you.

The second day was calmer. Your mother had been informed the day before by the nurses about your panic attack and finally agreed to let your friends visit you to keep you calm and look after you while she was away. However, the day wasn't calm because they were trying to distract you, but because you felt dead inside; you had no strength to move or respond.

You knew you were probably falling into depression because all you did was lie down and cry without responding to anyone who spoke to you. If you did, you only said a simple "yes" or "no."

The moment your friends saw you in the hospital bed, they ran to hug you and cry with you, asking if you were okay and how you felt.

“Fine,” was all you managed to say, trying to fake a smile that quickly turned into a strong sob, as you couldn't stop crying.

“You don't have to lie, we know you’re not okay. You can let it all out with us,” Itadori said while hugging you so tightly you felt crushed.

“Enough, you're choking her!” Nobara hit his shoulder to make him let go, but he only loosened his grip a little. “You gave us a lifetime scare. We thought you were seriously injured. If only I had gone with you... I shouldn't have listened when you said you could go alone. I feel like such a bad friend for abandoning you.”

You had never seen Nobara cry like that. To be honest, you had seen Itadori cry more often than Nobara. She was a strong girl. The only time you saw her cry was when a skirt she adored sold out.

“Stop, Nobara, it's not your fault,” you said, trying to calm her down amidst your sobs, but the whole scene was a complete mess. The three of you were crying nonstop, wiping tears and hugging each other.

“We're so sorry we couldn't protect you!” Itadori said dramatically, squeezing you both in a group hug that made Nobara and you feel suffocated.

“Itadori, I think I’ll die now, but from suffocation by you,” you said with a soft laugh that he had managed to draw out of you.

You were happy for less than a second thanks to him until reality hit you hard. They didn’t know that all the bad things that had happened were your own fault, due to your impulsiveness. You felt so undeserving of a pure friendship like theirs; in comparison, you considered yourself a monster, a killer.

You began to tear up slightly at your thoughts and felt the smile on your face slowly fade, leaving the expression of trauma that you had worn for the past few days. You lowered your head and returned to the state of shock you had been in since the incident. Then, you felt a hand rest on yours. Looking up, you saw it was Itadori's hand, who smiled at you with such a pure expression that it calmed you for a moment. You were grateful for the company they were providing.

“You're going to be okay, you have us,” this time Nobara spoke, then joined hands with you and Itadori.

“Guys, by the way, who brought you here? You live too far from this hospital,” you wanted to change the subject due to the mix of discomfort and guilt still swirling in your mind.

“Fushiguro brought us,” Itadori mentioned confidently, as if you had known this person forever.

“Um, who is Fushiguro?” you tilted your head to the side in confusion.

“He's a friend of Itadori's. He did us a favor by bringing us here.” You began to wonder where this guy who had brought them here was, and they noticed, so Nobara added before you could ask verbally, “He’s waiting in the lobby; he said he didn't want to come in because he was a complete stranger and thought you might feel uncomfortable with his presence.”

“He sounds like a very sweet guy,” you appreciated the gesture of the unknown boy, as he had a point about how you would feel.

“He is! Although sometimes he's a grouch,” she whispered in your ear, “even more than Nobara.”

“Hey! I heard that!” They started a childish fight in front of you that was beginning to make you feel at home until the door opened to reveal a nurse.

“Guys, your friend needs to rest; visiting hours are over,” she mentioned kindly to both of them.

“Oh, yes, of course, just... could you give us a moment? We have something very important to tell her,” Itadori turned to the nurse as he said this, and she nodded and closed the door before disappearing.

When you heard “we have something very important to tell her,” your blood drained to your feet. You felt it was something bad, and you were scared. Did they know? No, they didn't know. Did they? There was no way. But what if there was?

You closed your eyes in fear before opening them again when Nobara called your name.

“We know the diagnosis the doctor told you,” you looked at Nobara, confused.

“How…?” Nobara interrupted before you could finish.

“Your mother told us when we arrived. You're suffering from severe post-traumatic stress along with insomnia and a high degree of malnutrition. The doctors said if you continued like this, you could be prone to anemia,” the brown-haired girl looked extremely worried.

“You've been going through a lot,” Itadori spoke now, gently holding your hand again. “Your mother told us the doctors suggested you take psychological therapy, but you refused. Why?”

You looked back and forth between Itadori and Nobara before answering. Your friends seemed so worried about you, it was painful.

“I... I don't have time for that, Itadori,” you sighed sadly while shaking your head. “I don’t have time for it. I’d like to, but I don’t.”

“We knew you'd say that, but you have to admit this situation isn't something you can face alone. What you went through was horrible,” Nobara intervened.

“Both Nobara and I know you're under a lot of pressure. Starting with the scholarship and the perfect grades you need to maintain. It's been almost a year since you last saw your father and brother, and you also had a jerk of a boyfriend who you watched die horribly… OUCH!” Itadori was interrupted by a good hit to the arm from Nobara, who clearly indicated with that gesture he should shut up.

“The point is, we feel you're dealing with so many problems that this might be the last straw, and you won’t be able to handle it alone anymore. We want to see you happy and at ease, and honestly, even before this, we thought you never took the time to be. You're always so worried about staying on top that we're afraid you'll collapse at some point. We love you and want you to be okay.”

If only they knew you had already collapsed in a horrible way. Itadori snapped you out of your trance by calling your name again.

“We won't pressure you anymore on this, but if you finally decide to take therapy,” the red-haired boy pulled out a card and handed it to you, “it’s the mental health hospital run by someone I know, he's like a father to me,” he said with admiration.

“Yuuji, but you have a father,” you let out a soft laugh at what he had said.

“Yes! That's why... um,” he put a finger on his chin, thinking for a second about what he had said. “He’s like a second father to me! Besides, he gives off more fatherly vibes than my own father.”

Nobara just rolled her eyes at his attempt to fix what he had said, but you started laughing, causing Itadori to blush with embarrassment.

“Itadori, we have to go quickly, didn't you hear visiting hours are over? The nurse will kick us out,” Nobara joked.

“That’s true, but I’m more scared that Fushiguro will get mad for waiting so long. We have to go.” Both boys began to leave the room until Itadori peeked back in. “Think about what we said, please? We love you so much. If you decide to, call that number I gave you. Bye!”

“Goodbye,” you smiled at Itadori, waving your hand in farewell.

Your mother entered the room just after your friends left, with a look that suggested she was questioning what you would decide, as if they had conspired.

“Well?” You knew what she was referring to: whether you would accept the psychological help your friends were offering.

“I guess I'll call the number on the card when I'm discharged.”

Everyone was right: the doctors, your mother, and your friends. Even before the incident, your university professors had mentioned that you weren't working as you used to, wondering what was happening to you. Reflecting on all this, you finally decided to call the number on the card to schedule an appointment with one of the hospital's psychologists.

A hospital dedicated entirely to mental health? Who was this man that Itadori considered his second father? "Father vibes" or "daddy vibes"? You supposed that one day when you visited that hospital, you would find out who this mysterious man was that your friend spoke of with such admiration.

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As soon as you were discharged from the hospital, you decided to quickly return to the university. Your mother objected, saying you needed more time to process the grief. However, you replied that you needed to keep your mind occupied to avoid thinking about it constantly, to which she agreed after contemplating whether that was actually a good idea. Even you thought it might not be, but it was true that you needed to keep your mind busy to avoid feeling guilty and seeing those images over and over again.

Upon arriving at the university, you moved quickly through the main hallways, praying with all your might to go unnoticed among the people walking around you. You wished the gossip about what had happened to you days before hadn't spread so exaggeratedly, but soon you realized you were naive to think that wouldn't happen. Gossip spread quickly in this place. With each step, you felt people start to talk behind your back and their stares drilling into you mercilessly. Some were curious, others filled with fear, and even some with disgust.

You felt so uncomfortable with the sensation of being watched by others that you started to desperately look for Nobara throughout the university area. To your surprise, you had arrived early to your first class for the first time in your life. After giving up the search for Nobara, you thought she might not have arrived yet and that you would see her in a few minutes in the classroom, so you decided you could handle being alone for that short period. You began to walk aimlessly as a distraction until you reached the beautiful gardens of the place.

It was a bad decision, that much you knew. You observed the long-haired boy smoking under a tree. You tried to quickly turn and flee, but before you could react, he returned your gaze with a macabre smile and approached. Each step he took forward, you took a step back in terror.

He knows. That look screamed that he knew, that he probably was the one who manipulated the security cameras. But how did he do it? "Move, keep backing away, run," you repeated mentally, but your body was paralyzed.

As he approached, he threw the cigarette and stomped it out, lighting another instantly. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. It had to be a cruel joke.

He crouched in front of you with a mocking smile, face to face, inhaling the smoke from his cigarette and blowing it towards your face. Your expression clearly showed your annoyance.

“But if it isn't Bloody Mary” he said with a playful tone, accompanied by a mischievous expression on his face. Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You swallowed the accumulated saliva in your mouth and then tried to articulate a response.

“What do you mean?” you opted to play innocent, determined not to fall into his game.

“You know what I mean, sweetheart” he continued, blowing the smoke from his cigarette towards you with a mocking smirk and without any shame. You moved your head to avoid the smoke, letting him know his act bothered you.

“Seems like you do know” you lowered your gaze to the grass, allowing the tears of fear that threatened to escape to flow.

The boy left the cigarette resting between his lips and with both hands raised your face to meet your gaze again.

“Of course I know” he said with a full smile on his face “Who do you think saved your skin?” gently, he ran his fingers around your face to dry the tears that ran without any shame.

Irritated, you pushed his hands away from your face. As you did this, he removed the cigarette that rested between his lips with one hand and held it in one of his hands. With the other hand, he delicately licked the tears he had previously dried from your face. The sight of these actions made you feel nauseous; the guy was completely deranged, mocking you and acting as if you had known each other forever.

“Why did you do it? How did you do it? I know you're doing it because you want something in return” you were defensive, but your body was trembling, showing how scared you were.

“Let's say I have a connection that gives me access to the cameras. Money moves everything, you know?” he smiled playfully while pulling something out of his pants pocket “You want this, right?” he showed you a USB drive, and you didn't need to be very smart to know it contained the original unmanipulated video.

“Give it to me, please” you tried to snatch the USB from him desperately, but he stood up and raised his hands out of your reach.

“Not so fast, Mary. I know the idea of leaving no trace of your horrific action is driving you crazy, but I also know I can have some fun with you” your face showed terror, understanding a double meaning in his words. He noticed and continued. “Wow, you're a pervert, huh? But not in that way. It's just that it's so boring here, I need someone to entertain me.”

He began to gently comb your hair, tucking it behind your ears, before putting the USB back in his pocket.

“You want to have fun with someone's death? Don't you realize how macabre that sounds? Maybe you think money moves everything, but I'm not your entertainment monkey. This isn't something to play with, please, just give it to me” you tried to wrestle to reach his pants pocket, but his strength kept you at bay with just one hand on your forehead. You felt deep anger seeing his satisfied smile.

“Suguru!” both of you turned at the sound of an external voice, pausing the struggle. A boy with white hair and glasses arrived at full speed “Wow, Suguru...” he said flirtatiously, looking you up and down “Who's this girl? I feel so disappointed; normally we always share them”.

This matter was testing your patience, and the arrival of another idiot didn't help.

“What if I don't want to share her with you, Satoru?” Suguru looked at his friend, exchanging playful glances before laughing together.

“Good joke, Suguru. Just tell me her name” God, hello? Didn't he know you could speak too? You were dealing with a serious issue, so you looked at him with an angry and irritated face “Wow, seems like she's a bad girl, huh?”.

“Oh... you have no idea” Suguru looked deeply into your eyes with a smug smile “Satoru, could you give us a moment alone, please?”.

“What? Hey, that's part of not sharing. Damn, fine, but make it quick” Satoru started to move away, but he still kept an eye on you both.

The guy was watching you both uncomfortably, but you couldn't stop looking at him either, until Suguru leaned in to whisper in your ear:

“Look, how about we meet later and talk about this matter more calmly? It'll be fun. See you at the nearest bar here, I guess you know which one it is, right?”.

“The Eden?” you asked, though you suspected that was the place.

“Correct. See you there at 9 PM, okay?” You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, he interrupted you “Excellent, glad you can make it, see you there, Bloody Mary. Goodbye”.

You felt relieved thinking he was finally leaving, but suddenly he leaned towards you. Oh god, no, no, no... Before you could react, he planted a quick kiss on your cheek. What the hell is wrong with this lunatic?

“Okay, Satoru, we can go now” he said, turning around. You watched as the white-haired guy, who was a bit further away, blew you a kiss. Then they met, whispered something, and started laughing. You didn't want to feel important, but you knew they were probably talking about you.

After the idiots left, you reclined on the grass to catch your breath. Your chest was pounding. It was then that you gathered the courage you lacked, searched your backpack, and found the hospital card Itadori had given you earlier. You began to dial the number.

"Hello? I’d like to schedule an appointment," you said, biting your nails anxiously. "Yes, it’s for psychological assistance. You see, an acquaintance of the… man? who runs the hospital gave me the card. Who gave it to me? Ah… his name is Itadori Yuuji." You weren’t surprised the receptionists knew him; he was a very extroverted guy. "I know you might be busy tomorrow, so I’d like to know the soonest day you could see me… Okay, that day is perfect. Could you please schedule me with a female psychologist if it’s not too much trouble?" you said over the phone. "Okay, thank you very much."

Finally, you hung up.

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I'll just say that the next chapter will be somewhat spicy 🌶️ from the three of them. Finally, the crazy Y/N will see Nanami Kento in the flesh.

Thank you so muuuch for the support!

—⋆mila 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The anterior chapter:

[please-help-this-little-lesbian]

I Miss 2020

I miss 2020. I miss when I pulled up Folklore on Spotify and rediscovered Taylor and freaked out over Evermore and watched Miss Americana and thought Taylor was the greatest person on earth. I miss being ignorant and being able to enjoy her music in peace. I'm no stranger to her controversies (I used to have a blog dedicated to her but deleted it after the Ginny & Georgia fiasco), but somehow I convinced myself to just move on. It was my white privilege I guess, that told me I could still maintain a relationship with her. (Albeit a critical one).

But now?

I just can't. I can't defend her anymore. Taylor's not an idiot. Her team aren't idiots. They know full well who M*tty He*lly is and they don't care. They are, in their good conscience, associating (and in Taylor's case dating) He*ally, a (now) known racist, anti-semite, queerphobe, Islamaphobe, etc. They don't care about who he is. Taylor doesn't care about who he is. She's just in it for herself. And I in good faith cannot continue supporting her. Like, at all. And I feel so lost.

I have multiple of her CDs. She was my top artist on Spotify wrapped last year. I have a fucking CALENDER of her on my wall. She meant a lot to me. Her music means a lot to me. Just last week I was flipping out over Spean Now TV. But how can I listen to it now? How can I still give her my money knowing who she truly is? I can't hide from it anymore.

For those who say this a PR stunt, it's a fucking horrible one. If I were on her team I would have shut this down before it even started. "All press is good press" well sometimes the press isn't worth it. Sometimes it blows up in your face. And I HOPE it blows up in Taylor's face. I hope she regrets this for the rest of her life. Because she should know better! Her team should know better! Shame on them! Taylor, who made a whole documentary about her "stepping into politics" and standing up for minority rights, should know enough that she needs to stick to her word. But she also knows she's a rich white billionaire so IG we know what truly drives her morals.

And for those who say M*tty's just doing a bit or that we should just let her be happy, A) M*tty is a grown-ass man. A grown-ass man does not use bigotry as a "bit" in good conscience. If he thinks it's funny as a bit then he thinks it's funny actually. B) Nobody's happiness is worth more than those who are hurt by it, celebrity or not. Taylor is 33. She knows what she's doing. She sees the controversy. And she's basking in it.

To all the Jewish, Muslim, and POC swifties who are hurting right now, I'm so sorry. You deserve someone better. Your pain is more valid than her money. You have my utmost support.

[uncanny-tranny]

I'm still thinking about how ashamed I was (and am) with being open about my pain because I am so young. It's so hard to feel worthy of having your pain taken seriously when the people around you insist that young bodies are always in pristine, untouched condition and that you must earn your pain through aging. Never is it considered that young people aren't lying or being a hypochondriac for expressing their pain.

Young people can be in life-altering pain. Young people can have debilitating pain. It doesn't matter what age it happens because pain doesn't discriminate. Complaining about pain and doing things to prevent needless pain aren't something you have to "earn" through aging.

If you want young people to be in less or lesser pain, then encourage them to do whatever they can to minimize it. Don't downplay what they're experiencing. Not everything is a lie, not every experience that is different than yours is exaggeration or deceit.

[lilaccatholic]

how do i do it though. how do i let go of the bitterness and the hardness when they kept me "okay" for so long? does it come when i finally leave? can it ever?

[oreegaanoo]

Once again I am fueled by comments from my thesis supervisor and feel like I can actually do this thing hell YEAAAAHHHH

I CAN WRITE THIS THING!!! I CAN DO IT!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHH