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pairing: dilf!Miguel O'hara x babysitter!fem!reader

Summary: In a AU where his marriage doesn't work anymore, he spends time away from his house. In turn, his 'wife' hired you to keep watch over Gabriella. But soon, a infatuation bloomed between someone who you couldn't have.

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI. infidelity, mentions of divorce, age gap(19-31), drinking, no use of y/n, oral(f receiving), p in v, mating press, praising, slight breeding kink if you squint, not proofread uhh thats it i think

w/c: 3k

You stood outside in the cold night, the sounds of crickets and other sorts of bugs in the night kept you from silence. It was cold, body shivering as you held your jacket close. Your breath was visible, the cold nipping at whatever skin was left exposed. Your body was flushed from the drop in temperature, winters air cruel. You were absolutely freezing. Yet you stood outside, watching as Miguel counted a stack of 10 dollar bills.

“40.. 50… 60..” The man mumbled, fingers sorting through the cash, “ 70.. 80, there.” 

His hands moved to your own, placing the cash in your shaking hands. Fingers find themselves delicately sorting through the cash, double counting. Miguel Looked down at you, watching as you re-counted the cash.

“That’s the agree amount, right?” He tilted his head, cocking an eyebrow.

“Yes-” *You nod, putting the cash inside your purse.

“Then that’s your pay, I hope Gabriella wasn’t too much trouble.” He gave himself a small chuckle, putting his wallet away.

“It was nothing, really, she isn’t any trouble at all, sir.” For some reason you just couldn’t take your eyes off him, watching his every movement. You felt your body almost become warm against the weather, heart beating faster than it was before. Christ, you couldn’t get more embarrassed on the inside about it though. A crush on your boss’ husband? Really? Even your friends poked at you for that.

“There’s no need to be modest, I know she can be a handful. Kids got so much energy that she doesn’t know what to do with.” 

His hands shuffled back in his wallet again, pulling out another 20, “There’s an extra 20, ‘cause I know,” Handing you the bill, giving a small playful wink.

His eyes happen to wander your body, looking at how you shivered and tugged your jacket closer, freezing hand putting the 20 with the rest of the cash. There was a slight twinge of guilt for having you outside when it was this cold. Muttering something to himself in spanish before he headed for his front door, turning back to you.

“Would you like to come in? I don’t want to leave you in the cold.” The offer felt a little weird, out of place for him. I mean he wasn’t your boss, his ‘wife’ if you could call her that was. But hey, practically the same thing, right?

“Are you sure?” You asked, looking up at him. The offer was still a little strange.

You two didn’t really talk much besides work and a few personal questions, but those were usually 2 minute conversations before you were on your way. Still, none of that stopped your eyes from looking at Miguel whenever you had the chance. It was a stupid crush, really. He was a married man with a daughter, plus he was older than you by a long shot. 

“It’s no worries, I’d rather have someone to talk to while I drink much rather than drinking alone.” Miguel opened the door, holding it as you entered inside.

“Thank you.” You nodded, taking off your coat.

You tried your best not to let your emotions get the best of you. All he needed was someone to talk to, nothing more. Yet your mind couldn’t help but wander with thoughts that, even if you were being interrogated, would never say out loud. 

You settled yourself in on a nearby chair, watching as Miguel walked over to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of whatever he was drinking, you couldn’t read the bottle, not from a totally different room. Soon enough he walked over to the couch, sitting down with his glass. 

“Will your wife get mad that I’m still here?” You asked, still a little hesitant. 

“Don’t worry about her, she’ll be gone for a long time,” His hands held his glass, taking a sip from it before setting it down, swallowing the liquid, “That’s how it’s been since she met her yoga instructor.”

You tilted your head, confused at the situation. You knew from what you were told that there was a rough patch in their marriage, but didn’t expect to be greeted with cheating.

“Aren’t you mad?” Mumbling a little, still hearable though. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” You quickly ducked your head, looking down in embarrassment for asking such a question.

Miguel let out a sigh, taking another swig of his drink.

“No, I’m not mad. Our marriage isn’t what it was, so we don’t really care about who sees who.” Taking another drink of the alcohol, the liquid running down his throat.

You moved your head back up to look at him,mind running wild with that. I mean, if they don’t care who sees who, you could make your move? But still, weird. He’s technically your boss, and still married, and with a kid. You’re just the babysitter, someone trying to make money for college. 

“Nevermind. What about you, how is college coming along?” He asked, trying to change the subject from that of his now broken marriage.

“Rough, barely making enough with as many jobs as I have to pay tuition.” Leaning back in your chair, hands balling up in your lap.

“Hope every penny is worth it. Everyone where you’re at is probably struggling too, don’t get in a fuss over it.” Miguel's eyes looking over your frame once again.. Eyes looking at your thighs for maybe a moment too long before looking back up at your face.

“I know I know, but some people are just so care free, able to go to parties while I’m wondering if I’m gonna be able to stay at college.” You whined, upset about the financial situation  you were in.

“Some people are just better at hiding it then others. I struggled in college, even being financially stable now, I was in student debt too,” Miguel sighed, “Look the message is a struggle always has a solution… 7 years of fatherhood and I still can’t give any good dad advice, if you can call it that.”

Miguel found himself getting another sip of his drink, getting up to get another glass full.

“You should relax though, don’t stress too much. Never does any good.” He’d tell you from the kitchen, refilling his glass.

“I’m just worried I’ll never get anything done if I don’t hyperfocus, forget what I need to do because I get too caught up with free time.” Your thoughts were racing, your worries about your current life situation flooding out of your mouth. 

“No no, get what you need done too. Just don’t let it take over your down time. You’re young still, a whole life ahead of you.” Walking back to the couch, taking a seat again as he took yet another drink, “You got a boyfriend?” He asked, nonchalantly, no hesitation.

“No,” You mumbled, a little embarrassed. 

“No?” Miguel Repeated, “I’m surprised.” “Why?” You turned your head, a puzzle expression painting your face.

“Cause you’re a young, pretty girl on campus, and no varsity jacket has come to take you away?” It sounded almost as if he was joking, teasing you for it. But he meant no harm.

“No, not yet. They already have themselves a girlfriend or something.” You sigh, sinking back into your chair. 

“Yea times have changed, but, there’s probably a guy out there waiting to say the right things to you.”

How you hated that sentence. Another guy. You wanted Miguel, deep down you wanted him, but you couldn’t have him. Not at this moment, at least. Not only could it put you out of a job, but complicate things. And what if his wife catches you? He said that she doesnt care, but what if she cares that the person she employed is sleeping with her husband? I mean, why would she? Their practically divorced anyways. Or maybe you’re just thinking too much. Your body tensing up. 

“I have my eye on someone, actually. Just having troubles about it.” You confess, looking down, kicking your feet.

“Oh you do? That’s rare. And troubles? Yea, I get that… Okay, what’s he like?” He questions you, sitting upright and fixing his posture. 

“He’s older,” You start off, hands shaking a little. Were you really about to do this? Tell him how you feel? I mean the doors open for you to tell him, it’s only a matter of how he’ll react. 

“Older? Like his senior year?” Miguel took notice of how tense you were, gaze softening a little. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”

“No.” You bluntly respond.

“Okay so not that old, I hope he’s nice to a sweet girl like you.” Miguel offered a faint smile, leaning back into the cushion. 

“He has a kid-” You usher out, mouth speaking faster than your mind.

For a second, Miguel is taken aback. That old? Seriously? 

“Has a kid? At that age?” I mean, for anything it could have been a toddler kid, no way a full kid at that age he was thinking of. “Well.. as long as you know what you’re getting yourself into.” He took another swish of his drink.

You gulped, body shaking as you tensed up, mind feeling dizzy from the whole situation. “No he’s not my age, what I mean is-” 

But you were quickly cut off, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

“Yea, I got the hint.” Miguel looked at you, face stone cold as he held his glass. 

“Listen, uh, I’m flattered, really. But uh, that would be weird, right. I mean, that would be taboo even. I’m too old for a sweet heart like you. Don’t you have anyone on campus you’d rather be with?”

His expression was stone cold, and you sunk back into your chair. Not you really regretted yourself for telling him this. How you wish the ground would just swallow you whole right now, or simply pass away on the spot. 

“No, I just- I can’t get my eye off you and-” Quickly shutting yourself up, biting your tongue. You swore you were biting hard enough to draw blood, mentally cursing yourself for making this a conversation. He was right, Miguel was too old for you. But yet here you were, admitting those stupid feelings that you should have never brought up in the first place. 

“But what about your parents, certainly they wouldn’t approve? Hell, Dana would have a fit if she smelt your perfume where it doesn’t belong. Let alone knowing her divorcing husband is with, uh..” Miguel sighed, slumping, hand on his elbow as he clenched his glass so hard he could probably break it if he wanted to. 

Miguel sat back up, chugging the rest of his drink down before setting the glass on the coffee table, beckoning you over to him with his finger. “Come here,” He told you, almost as if it was a order. 

Within what feels like minutes of you moving through the room, air thick with tension as you make your way over to him. Yet no sooner does he have you sitting under him, frame tower over yours. 

Both of your lips were practically glued to each other, tongue exploring each others mouths as his hands felt up your body. You couldn’t help but feel his up too, hands tracing over each and every one of his well toned muscles. 

Miguels hand moved under your shirt, grabbing one of your breasts. His hands fondled the soft skin of your tit, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You let out a whine, muffle by the kiss. You felt your juices start to form a puddle in your underwear already, thighs clenched together to give your clit some friction. 

When he finally pulled away, eyes looking at yours. Christ this was wrong, but there was no stopping now. Miguel kissed down your neck, taking off your shirt. He kissed your breasts, sucking on them too. Making his way down your stomach, gently biting as if to mark it, hands working at your pants, tugging the material down and away. Getting on his knees infront of your legs, hands pulling them apart by your inner thigh. 

His eyes took a moment to look at your cunt, how pretty it looked, how your juices were moving past your slit. His eyes moved black up to you,

“You sure about this, Corazón?”

It was without hesitation that you nodded, opening your legs more, almost presenting yourself to him. Miguel quickly became fixed on your pussy, tongue licking a stripe between your leaking folds, tasting your sweet arousal. 

“Taste so sweet.. Didn’t take you for someone who likes older guys.” He mumbled against your clit, sucking on the bud. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he moved you closer to his face, burying himself in your cunt. 

He licked and sucked on your clit before moving down to lick your juices from your folds, tongue moving inside your soft walls. Miguel was eating you out like you were his last meal, arousal coating his mouth and dripping down his chin. You just tasted so sweet, he couldn’t get enough of it, groaning in your pussy, tasting you like you were some sort of desert. 

Miguel kept eating you out, noises almost sounding pornographic. He took in every moan and whine that left your mouth, feeling how his cock hardened just from the thought of being inside you next. You were so tight on his tongue, walls squeezing and contracting. You felt your orgasm approach, stomach tightening into knots. It wasn't long as he sucked on your clit, juices gushing out of your slit as your back arched, Thighs squeezed around his head as he kept licking up your juices, hand squeezing your ass. After a few more licks, he moved his head up , leaning over you again as he unbuttoned his pants and removed his boxers, cock springing free. 

“This is what you were after the whole time, isn’t it?” Miguel cooed, grabbing your legs to fold them up, knees practically meeting your chest. 

He lined his tip up with your entrance, slowly sinking himself in. It was a tight fit, almost too tight, sinking himself deeper into you. You whined and moaned, hands holding at his thigh.

“Ease up for me, pretty girl.” Miguel moved one of his hands down to your clit, rubbing the swollen tissue as your walls slightly eased up, taking the advantage to put himself balls deep inside of you.

He let out a groan once you clenched back down on him, hand moving back up to hold your other leg up. You looked up at Miguel through lidded eyes, mind clouded with lust. God, did you feel so full. His tip was prodding at your cervix, a vein gently pressing against that spongy spot inside of you. 

After a few seconds, his hips started moving. A fast yet not too rough pace. His hips snapped against your skin, the faint sound of clapping as well a few curses under his breath mixing in with your moans. Fuck, he was in too deep, and you were already cock drunk. Your hands found their way to his head, pulling him in for a heated kiss. 

Your noises were muffled in his mouth, the squelching sound of your pussy getting stretched out by him taking up the noise. How good it felt to finally have Miguel's cock in you, how many times you dreamed of this, touched yourself to the thought, yet the real thing was even bette.

“Good girl, taking me so well.” Miguel Praised, forehead touching yours, looking at how your pupils were blown wide, legs gently shaking. You couldn’t help but clench around him from the praise, letting out a mewl as you moaned again. Your second orgasm was building up already, and fast. 

“ ‘m so close-” You moaned, the pleasure feeling almost too good then it’s supposed to. This was so wrong, yet, it just felt so right.

“Go on, come for me, be a good girl and listen, hm?” He’d whisper, pace picking up slightly.

Miguel felt his own high approach, letting out a groan as he trapped your lips in a kiss again,the grip on your legs getting slightly rougher, pace getting rougher too. His dicktouched all those special places inside of you, juices coating his thick cock and dripped down his balls, some dripping onto the couch too.

Before you knew it, you were both coming. Walls tightening around him, practically milking Miguel dry as thick, hot ropes of cum painted your walls. For a few moments, you both stayed like that, coming down from your high. 

The reality then set in of what had just happened. His hands moved away from your legs as he pulled away from your body, eyes looking at your pussy, how he dripped out of you.

“Sorry-” You mumbled through your panting, body hot from the adrenaline, eyes looking down at the small mess.

“No it’s okat- let me uh, let me get a towel..” Miguel replied, fixing his boxers back on. He was only gone for a few moments before coming back with a towel, gently cleaning up the mess. Miguel folded the towel, gently placing you on top of the soft material.

The rest of the night was a blur, head reeling from the events. All you remembered was eventually landing in his bed, laying next to him. Miguel was fast asleep next to you, and you laid awake. All you could do was try and process everything. You slept with the person you had a stupid crush on, but also slept with a father, with a (almost non) married man. Oh you weren’t supposed to do that. What about morals? God this was such a stupid thing. You put your feelings over thought, and now, you were going to land yourself in such a difficult situation. Falling in love with someone who you couldn’t have.

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CHAPTER SIXTEEN; TWO IDIOTS

navi

“move your bubble butt out the way,” yuuji instantly straightens his back and glares at you.

“yn, please im literally trying to make the house look presentable while you sit on your ass warming yuutas seat”. his comment earned a snicker from megumi, which yuuji made a mental note of.

nobara shuts the fridge and shouts from the kitchen, “you wouldn’t need to make it presentable if you hadn’t invited the whole population over”

you think yuuji may be your number one hater and supporter. clearly he’s trying to help you, but at the same time you feel non confrontational.

“speak your truth. yuuji and megumi are literally the reason the living rooms fucked up”

a few minutes after the four of you finish “cleaning,” if you could even call it that, maki, inumaki, and yuta show up. as they enter the apartment, inumaki glances around the place.

"so did you guys just decide not to clean or what?" this earned him a slide flying by his head, courtesy of yuuji. while almost everyone is engaged in their own banter now, you make your way over to yuta, praying that it's not going to be the awkward interaction that you have in your head.

you smile as you approach him, "did you bring the ice cream?" his eyes slightly widened as he brings his right hand up to scratch the back of his neck. "soooo," you laugh at his awkwardness, "i ended up buying it but my dumbass left it at the house"

"that's not a problem, we could go get it since your house isn't that far?" you suggested. "wouldnt we miss the movie?" his question is genuine.

"nah we have time. it’s not like they’d agree on a movie anyway." he shoots you a smile before grabbing the lanyard that hung out his sweats.

"guys, me and yn are going to get icecream, it won’t take long!" maki shoots him a look that tells him not to fuck it up. yuuji acknowledges yutas statement, "oh, can you get popcorn? there’s like one bag left and i know all of you aren’t willing to share"

"oh we actually weren’t—" you’re cut off by yuta, "we’ll get it, it’s fine!"

. . .

"why’d you agree? i was trying to save you the trouble." he cranks up the car, "it’s fine, besides, do you really wanna be there when they fight over a movie? shit gets ugly." "you’re right," you say in between laughs.

the ride to the store was no more than 10 minutes, most of it consisting of you flipping through songs, due to you not really knowing what he listens to.

after he parks, he raises both of his hands up and looks at you, "do not move." you smirk and raise an eyebrow at his actions, not really knowing what his plan was. that was until you saw him get out the car and go over to your side and open the door.

the smile was evident in your voice, "what are you, prince charming?" as you get out the car, he dramatically bows, "anything you want me to be your highness." this earned laughter from the both of you.

the two of you entered the store and right as the sliding doors opened yuta probably asked the dumbest question you've ever heard.

"we're supposed to be getting popcorn right?" truthfully, he was trying to make conversation after ignoring you for the past few days.

"jeez yuta, you drove us and you don't even know what you're here for?"

he gave you a grin, "i got us here safely, no? thats gotta count for something!"

as the two of you roam isles in search of popcorn, you find yourselves indulging in random conversations from embarrassing childhood stories to things your friends have done. it's effortless, the way you connect with each other, as if you've known each other for much longer than just a few weeks.

you spot the aisle that the item would be in, and reach over to grab his shirt to steer him into the aisle. his eyes widen at the gesture, clearly being caught off guard.

the two of you scan the shelves for a good brand with a reasonable price. you both decide on a box and head to the checkout.

"hey. you aren't slick, i saw you slide those kitkats"

you bring your finger to your chin, "hmm, i don't recall. maybe it's a ghost telling us we need to get them."

the both of you quickly got into the car and drove to his house to get the ice cream he bought. surprisingly it was a really quick stop, he told you to stay in the car and darted into, and back out the house.

by the time the two of you had got back, unsurprisingly, they were still fighting over a movie.

"yn, yuta, please settle this dumbass debate," nobara pleads.

yuuji obnoxiously says that it should be the conjuring, while maki counters and suggests spider-man, but more specifically andrew garfield’s.

"guys.. yuuji may be right for once. conjuring sounds good as fuck right now"

megumi brings his hand up to his hair, clearly stressed you picked opposite of him "dude just get back in the car you’re unwanted." nobara brings her hand to her mouth clearly trying to stifle a laugh, while inumaki has no shame and does it anyway.

"bitch? i hope your 'situationship' unadds you." this nearly made yuta start praise dancing. his thoughts ran wild of "i have a chance oh my gosh" "she just might fuck with me.." "never will i doubt maki again"

your voice brings him out of his chaotic thoughts, "yuta! pick one!" "oh uh, conjuring i guess? never seen it"

bad idea. he felt like he needed a life saving medical procedure, he’d nearly shit himself 3 different times. the only thing that made the movie slightly tolerable was you sitting on his left. yuujis sitting on the floor and whispers, if you could call it that, and asks for some of your popcorn. you respond in a hushed voice, "no! you should’ve thought about that before you put it on four minutes."

yuta must’ve not gotten the hint not to reach in the bowl, because he took a handful of popcorn from the bowl. "oh but you’ll give your little boyfriend some. fine!" he faces back toward the tv, only to be met with a handful of popcorn flying at his face from maki telling him to shut the fuck up.

the rest of the night went smoothly but somewhere in there you found yourself knocked out on yuta. during the credits, inumaki and yuuji were laughing at him for pretty much not moving a muscle.

you woke up to an almost abandoned couch, just maki sitting on the end. you quirked an eyebrow, "where’d the rest go?" "outside."

"i do have a question for you though," the little people in your head are panicking right now, "do you like yuta?"

you sheepishly smile, "uhm. . . yeah he’s a good friend i guess?" she gives you a look that a disappointed parent would give their kid, "you know what i mean."

"i guess? yeah. i probably started liking him when i streamed with him for the first time, he’s really sweet."

she hums in response, and right in time, nobara comes back through the door with toge, and yuuji, megumi, and yuta trailing behind her.

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Show-off | Mike Ross

pairing: Mike Ross x female!reader

show: Suits

genre: smut word count: 2,9k

summary: you and your co-worker Mike dont get along very well. But when you have something that he needs, suddenly everything is different.

a/n: Just watched the first two episodes of "Suits" and something about Mike is really attractive-

Working in a well-known office as a lawyer has it's advantages. Such as being respected by business people or being able to afford a lot of things, you spend all your evenings analyzing documents rather than meeting actual people.

Nevertheless, sometimes there are also negative factors. For example, my co-worker Mike, who really believes, that he is with his ridiculously skinny tie and sarcastic humor better than the others. Or right now, better than me.

"God, I cant believe you. Can you behave for once?" I use my fingers to push my hair back in frustration, noticing how my head starts to hurt. Its 10 pm and I'm currently trying to stay calm, though because of one man in particular, my nerves seem to be getting thinner within seconds. Valuable time is wasted that I could spend somewhere else instead of with him.

"Now it's my fault, that you don't have the documents with you? Sorry, I can't help you being organized in your own workplace." His voice irritates me. Everything about him is so frustrating.

"I told you, I didnt get the message! How am I supposed to know, that you need something, when you don't tell me anything about it? Maybe you should stop being so childish and ask me in the first place, instead of running to Rachel!" If our job had nothing to do with justice and we werent literally standing in a law company right now, I would kill him. And then I wouldn't hesitate to go to court and say it was self-defense, because I didnt want to hear any of his miserable excuses anymore.

"So what do you think, I should do? I need these documents for tomorrow. Please, I know you don't like me, but it is really urgent." Why does he has such blue eyes? The look he is going me is even more irritating than his voice.

I sign, exhibit my laptop and try to put the pens back, that are laying all over my desk.

"Okay, fine. As I said, the documents are at home, so-" I don´t even get to finish my sentence.

"Great, so I'll meet you there. And I wont even tell anyone, if your place is a mess." His eyes wander over my messy desk, and even If I don´t like to admit it, it's a bad habit of mine. But, he shouldn't make any assumptions about the neatness in my apartment.

"I hope you loose the documents on your way home." At my words, he grins smugly.

"Well, then I could lie and say you didnt found them anymore and I hadnt had the chance to go through them." He leans towards me.

"I'll run you over with my car." He raises his eyebrows at my threat.

"You sure should do something that makes you smile more often. Is that even something you know how to do?" I show him my middle finger and turn to left my office. When I close the door, I hear the laughter in his voice.

"The next storm should be named after you as quickly as you left the room." He follows after me.

"Can you shut up for once? Oh, I forgot. You don´t last one second being silent. Thats a shame, the world could finally heal." His hand rests on his heart, his features fake a hurt expression.

"Ouch. You really don´t like me that much, huh?" His eyes try to search mine.

"You get on my nerves on purpose every fucking day. Should I thank you for that?" I turn my head to look at him.

"Yes, you should. Your life would be so boring without me." He grins at me again from the side, that typical grimace that is always adorn on his face.

"You wish." When I tell him my address, he raises his eyebrows, but before he can make an unfavorable comment, I get into my car.

Darkness surrounds me and when I see him going away, I lower my head to the steering wheel. He really is the best at confusing my emotions.

~~~~~

I turn off the lights of my car and get out of it, so I can finally make my way to my flat. Its not something special, I mean I have a living room, which is quite big and connected to the kitchen, a bedroom and a bath. But I am very lucky, because I have a small balcony, from which I can watch the stars at night. But I usually only do that when I can't sleep.

So, when I enter my apartment, I let my eyes wander over the manageable mess, I put some clothes back in the closet and the dishes in the washing machine. The place almost looks decent, when I hear the doorbell.

As I open the door, I'm nervous for some reason. I let him in and turn to my office drawers, looking for the document.

"Nice place. You live here alone?" His fingers trace my bookshelf, I see him reading the titles.

"No, my wife is still at work." When I look at him dead serious, I see him laugh in surprise.

"So, you do have humor. I thought, you were one of those exceptions that wouldn't be able to do that." He means it as a joke, but something in my chest hurts.

When I reply with a monotonous voice, I see his eyebrows pull together. "I live here alone. That's what you wanted to hear?" I'm getting more frustrated again with every second he's around me.

"No- I didnt mean it that way. I'm sorry. My intentions were good, I promise." When I look at him for a moment, I see his honest expression.

It would be so easier for me to hate him, if I didnt know, he was a good human. Well, most of the time.

We are silent for a moment, but when I hear his footsteps, I tense up.

"What are you doing?" He's now standing right next to me.

"Helping you. You seem a little, tense?" I glare at him for a moment and he raises his hands in defense.

"Just pointed out the obvious. But dont worry. You still look lovely." I stop in my movements at his words.

"Thats such shock for you?" His voice shows surprise and a certain curiosity.

"Only that you say it." I look into his eyes.

"Well, you may think I'm dumb, but I'm not blind."

He just called me beautiful, sort of. It´s confusing me.

When I finally find the documents, I hold my hand out to him.

"I don´t think you are dumb. I think you're annoying. And a show-off. I don´t like that." His eyes follow me.

"What do you like then?" His question surprises me. He slowly takes the documents out of my hand, his finger gently brushing mine.

"I don´t think that is any of your business." I try to clear my voice. His touch makes me shiver.

"Come on, tell me. Would that be so bad?" His whole presence is making me nervous and I feel my hands start to shake.

At work, I can always hide behind a mask, pretend that nothing he does affects me. I can act like I truly hate him, even though I catch myself looking at him, from time to time. Especially when he shows off his intelligence without realizing it, impresses his clients and -I would never admit it- me too. It's a certain charm about him, the way he always knows how to answer, while being mischievous and clever about it.

But now, that he's in my apartment and so close to me, it's suddenly different. And I don't know how to react to him being nice.

"I look for someone who isnt afraid of commitment. Someone who is honest and kind, but who also challenges me. I want to feel safe, so I can put my trust not only in myself."

He nods and is quiet for a moment, I begin to feel stupid for telling him all of that, when he responds.

"I get that. Someone whose shoulder you can lean on when things get too much. Someone who meets your needs, who wants to be in your life. For longer than a one-night stand." He smiles at me and I see for the first time, why I possibly could like him.

"Also, statistics show higher rates of being robbed or kidnapped, when you have one-night stands." This remark almost makes me laugh, even though it's frightening.

"Well, who would even notice, if I would disappear? Probably only my clients, because they need me." I lower my head, being completely honest with him for the first time.

"I would notice."

When I look at him, he takes a step towards me. His fingers gently slide over my shoulder and brush my hair aside, the touch makes a warm feeling bloom in my chest.

"I couldn't annoy you anymore. My life would be pretty boring without you. And it's not so bad to be able to look at such a pretty face every day, even if it always looks at me annoyed, like all the time." I quietly laugh at that, feeling surprisingly good because of his compliment.

We look at each other, now being really close. My eyes travel to his lips and I don´t even know how it happens, but suddenly he is all over me. His lips on mine, his hands on my waist, lifting me up to sit me on the desk. I moan softly when his hands tangle in my hair and he pushes himself closer to me, so that he's standing between my legs. One of his hands gently wraps around my neck and I feel my loud pulse.

My hands move too, stroking his back and holding him closer to me by his tie. As he pulls his lips away from me, he lifts my chin with his finger. Now, looking down at me with widen pupils. I hold his eye contact, forgetting all about my issues with him, when he speaks to me with a deep voice (which I suddenly don´t think sounds irritating anymore).

"Be angry at me tomorrow and mine for tonight. I bet, all your frustration from work and your thin nerves can catch a break, what do you say?"

Not much. Because I pull him towards me by his tie and kiss him again. I don't want to stop at all anymore. He returns the kiss with the same enthusiasm and his hands find their way to my waist again to lift me up again. When he crosses the living room with quick steps and lays me down on the sofa, I already feel out of breath and clearly turned on.

His kisses become more intense, his lips move from my mouth to my neck, leaving marks there. But it feels too good to make him stop.

"I will gladly hear your excuses, when someone asks you about your hickeys tomorrow. Because you will be all flustered, when you think again about this moment. Where you are ready to be fucked by your colleague, who you despise so much." I whimper as he pushes up my dress and his hands pull my tights down to my knees. The cold air hits my skin, but I don't really notice it, because his lips are on my neck again and his fingers connect first with my stomach and then further down. I hold my breath as his lips touch my ear and his fingers stroke my folds.

"So wet for me. Didnt think, I would turn you on this much." I kiss him to shut him up.

"You are-" I moan, when he finally puts a finger in me. "-so annoying." He laughs at me.

"Am I? But you seem to like it." I feel myself getting wetter, his fingers feel so good as they move gently but firmly inside me. One of his hands moves to push my dress further up and somehow, he manages to pull it over my head. Now, I'm lying in front of him in just a bra, his hands slowly find their way over my body and to my back, which I lift slightly so that he can open the clasp.

When I lie naked in front of him and he massages my breasts, his lips touch mine and his fingers stimulate me, I feel like I'm in heaven.

He breaks apart, so he can look at me and I draw my eyebrows together, when his fingers increase in speed. My mouth opens and the sounds that escape me echo in the apartment.

"I'm- god, I think I am going to come-" at that he starts to tease me, going slower but a lot deeper. My eyes almost roll back as he hits a certain spot inside me.

"That feels good? What do you say, when you want something?" You stupid idiot.

"You stupid-" I begin to say as his lips graze my nipple and his finger scissor and stretch me out further.

"One word, darling. Say it." And because I feel this knot inside me (and maybe this side of him turns me on, like a lot), I finally open my mouth to please him.

"Please, Mike. I-I need to-" My sentence is cut off as his fingers speed up and I moan loudly.

"Thats a good girl, you can be so good to me, if I make you." His lips search mine as I finally come. My breathing is heavy and when I come down from my high and look at his face, I see the satisfied expression.

"You are done-" I can't maintain my strict facial expression and suddenly have to start smiling. His eyes widen in surprise and I raise my eyebrows, still smiling softly.

"What?" I quietly laugh at his expression.

"Nothing, its just- I have never seen you smiling so happy." I roll my eyes gently. As I look at him closer now, I see the bulge in his pants and the loosened tie. As I lean forward, his eyes shift to my body.

"You still are fully clothed. A bit unfair, don't you think?" I watch him swallow and my hands move to his chest to slowly unbutton his shirt. As I also remove the tie and slip the shirt from his shoulders, I sit myself on his lap. Rocking my hips forward and seeing his eyes close. His hands move to my hips and begin to control the movements, my eyes close too and my head leans into the crook of his neck as the movements become faster.

Sighs and heavy breaths leave his lips and once again, one of his hands moves to grab my breasts, lightly grazing the nipples.

I look at him, noticing his swollen lips and his flushed cheeks. His hair is a mess and his forehead is furrowed, but he tries his best to pull himself together.

I groan as I look at him and suddenly think back to todays afternoon, when he was on a phone call and I heard how he listed one reciting fact after another, without any difficulty.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"N-nothing" I'm definitely too embarrassed to admit how much his intelligence and the way he seems to know everything, turns me on.

One of his hands moves to my entrance and teases me by just circling around it. When I try to push myself down, he pulls his fingers away.

"You tell me, whats going on in that pretty head of yours and you'll get me." My body feels so hot, I can't think properly anymore.

"You where on a phone call today and you just- you listed without any effort every single point that will help you win the case. You just said it like- it's nothing."

When his fingers dig into me again, I bite my lips. I try to control my moans and not pay attention to the fact, that I just gave him every opportunity to make him be more complacent than his usual self.

His fingers pump into me and I feel slightly overstimulated. But I wouldnt want to stop now.

"You get off by the thought of me, saying memorized facts? Who would have thought that my intelligence would turn you on so much." God, his ego probably doesn't fit in this apartment anymore.

"Don't think too highly of yourself, you still annoy me." Now I'm really just trying to get myself out of the situation. I lean towards him, so he can't say anything anymore and pull on his blonde hair to distract him.

Moans escape my lips and when I notice that his noises are also getting louder, I pull away from him. He looks at me confused.

"I want you inside me." Thats all I say, but he quickly complies with my request. I slide off his lap and wait for him to take off his pants and boxers until he's finally on top of me again. His fingers find my bottom lip and while maintaining eye contact, I open my mouth so he can insert a finger. My tongue brushes against his and after a few moments of him pressing on my tongue, he lets his fingers move back to the spot that needs him the most.

He stretches me for a few minutes until he finally guides his cock to my hole and slowly penetrates me. My eyes close and I hear his breath in my ear as he pushes further.

"You are so tight- good thing finally someone fucks you." I nod without thinking and hear his laughter in my ear.

"You think so too, huh. Would you let anyone fuck you then?" My stomach tenses, I feel the pleasure growing again and every movement of him. This feels so good-

I try to shake my head, but I'm too lost in the sensations to pay much attention to his words.

"No? But I thought, you hate me. Why would you let me fuck you, if you don´t even like me?" His thrusts become faster and more uncontrolled, I feel him getting closer to his own high.

"I-" I try to stutter "d-don´t hate you." I feel myself getting closer and reach into his hair, pulling at the roots and feeling his lips on my shoulder. His thrusts become more powerful and as he moves his hand and massages my clitoris, suddenly everything goes white in front of my eyes and I come.

I feel every inch inside of me, feel his fingers brush over the visible bulge in my stomach and think to myself: god I feel so full

When he comes too, I moan so loudly that it's impossible that my neighbors didn't hear me. His hand finds its way around my chin, he slides a finger into my mouth and I feel my vagina tighten because of it.

He hisses and his thrusts slow down until he finally pulls out of me, trying not to fall on top of me. As I give him some space next to me, he falls halfway on me, but pulls me on top of him in the next second and I can hear his strong heartbeat. With his outstretched hand he pulls the blanket over me, that had fallen to the floor.

We both try to catch our breath and as the minutes pass, only the wind outside is heard. He is the first to break the silence.

"So, you don't hate me?" I lift my head from his naked chest to look at him.

"Only sometimes." He shakes his head and smiles, gently stroking my back.

The evening went by quickly, we ordered a pizza and ate it (clothed) on the terrace. We were going over his documents for tomorrow, I blushed at the thought that this was the real reason he came here, but he just hugged me from behind after we finished and continued watching the stars.

It's not really clear what this evening means for us, but I don´t want to get into that, not yet. Because I'm not sure what it means anyway.

Because now, I have to get used to the fact that his voice no longer irritates me, that his jokes no longer annoy me and that he as a person, is actually not as bad as I imagined.

"Who thought, I was the one to get you relax."

But he is still a show-off.

[mixtape-racha]

it's a scream, baby! | hyunlix

chapter one: do you like scary movies?

words: 1.51k // warnings: minor character death, cursing

OFFICIAL GHOSTFACE KILL COUNT: 000

heejin jumped as the monster in the movie claimed another victim with its knife-like fingers. why did she even choose to watch this again? nightmare on something? beech road? no, that wasn’t right… elm street! stupid fucking elm street and stupid fucking freddy kreuger with his stupid fucking hands. she wasn’t even supposed to be watching it alone, let alone throwing her popcorn around the living room every time something scared her, but her dumbass boyfriend never turned up for date night. it was his choice of movie too!

when the phone rang, she rolled her eyes and paused the movie. if that wasn’t suho calling her with a good explanation, she was going to be pissed. he’d sworn he wouldn’t be late tonight, and further sworn that he wasn’t going to flake again like he did everytime their date night coincided with a lacrosse-team party.

“goddammit, suho, you promised you’d be on time tonight, i–”

but the voice at the end of the phone was not that of her boyfriend. in fact, it wasn’t a voice she recognized at all, so how did they have her number? and why were they calling her at 10:30 on a wednesday night?

“all alone tonight, heejin? what a shame. seems like a waste for a pretty girl like you to be by herself.” the voice almost sounded distorted, like someone was using a voice-changer on the end of the line.

“listen, if this is some sort of stupid prank, its not funny. who is this?” 

between the stress of upcoming finals, and a flaky boyfriend who seemed to enjoy the company of a football more than he did his girlfriend, heejin wasn’t in the mood for jokes. 

the voice chuckled, in a way that sent a shiver up heejin’s spine. “i think the better question is; where am i? you should really learn to lock your doors when you’re home alone, kid.”

“this isn’t funny. fuck off.” heejin hissed, slamming the phone down and heading back towards the comfort of her couch. kid. she wasn’t a kid. who the fuck where they to talk to her all patronizing like that? but just as she attempted to take her seat, the phone rang again.

huffing, she picked up the handset. “what?”

“now, thats not nice. i just wanna talk.” the voice laughed, something eerie about their tone putting heejin on edge.

“yeah, they’ve got 900 numbers for that. bye, now.”

tossing the phone on the counter, heejin headed into the kitchen to make herself a glass of water. what kind of weirdo called up girls on a wednesday night to scare them? men were weird. but she barely managed to cross the threshold of the kitchen when the ringing of the phone pierced the silence again.

heejin was beginning to get upset at this point. why wouldn’t they get the hint? if it was suho or his friends pulling a prank, she was truly going to get mad. but, she’d give them one last chance to piss off and grow up.

“listen here, asshole-!” she shouted, but was quickly cut off.

“no, you listen here you little bitch! hang up on me again and i’ll gut you like a fish!” the voice growled, catching her off guard. “yeah, thats right. wanna play a game, blondie? it’s called ‘guess how i’m gonna die’.”

trying to stop her voice from shaking, heejin ran across the lower expanse of the house, locking all the doors and windows she could see. what the fuck kind of joke was this?

“what do you want? please- don’t fuck with me.” backing into the living room to draw the blinds and grab the first weapon she could see - a letter cutter - she hid herself behind the tv display. she’d quickly realized this wasn’t suho or his friends - even they knew when a joke went too far.

“well, then. if you wanna see your pretty, little boyfriend again, you better be smart about this.” was the only reply she received as the voice laughed. the house was quiet - too quiet - heejin thought as she curled herself further into a corner. and what did suho have to do with this? holding back tears, she prayed her parents would come home soon.

“round one of the game, blondie. its no fun if you hide. why don’t you come out where i can see ya? if you don’t, i’m afraid its an automatic win for me.”

taking a deep breath to calm herself, heejin pulled herself out of the ball she was curled in and took a few cautious steps into the middle of the room. maybe the voice was bluffing? as long as she stayed inside the house, not going outside to “investigate a noise” like the dumb bitches in horror films, she’d be okay.

“good,” the voice on the other end of the phone drawled, the tone making heejin’s skin crawl. “now, round two. did you lock me out of the house, or did you lock me in?”

the call dropped, making heejin’s breath catch in her throat. the silence surrounding her was ridiculously loud, and she was scared to make a step or turn, even slightly. surely, this was just a prank. the guys had obviously just taken it too far, and were probably laughing at her wherever they were hidden. the minute she found them, she’d give them a piece of her mind.

it had to be a prank, didn’t it? stuff like this didn’t happen in woodsboro, it was the safest town she’d ever known.

any slight whistle of the wind outside sounded like an ever-growing closer breath, every tick of the clock like a creaky footstep reverberating throughout the house. clutching the letter cutter to her body, heejin tiptoed towards the hallway, hoping that she could get to her bedroom and hide in there until her parents returned home.

but that never came.

instead, she turned the corner to hear loud, clomping footsteps approaching her. a tall figure was inching closer to her, a father-death costume donned, and a large kitchen knife in their hand - her own kitchen knife. she feared she was about to die by her own utensil, unless whichever jock was pranking her took the mask off now.

holding onto hope that this was just a joke gone too far, although deep down she knew that wasn’t the case, she held out the letter cutter, swinging it.

“suho, i swear to fuck. if you don’t take that mask off right now and apologise, i won’t be held responsible for my actions.” her voice trembled as the faux-confidence slipped from her aura.

surprisingly, the figure did take the mask off, but much to heejin’s horror, it wasn't her loving boyfriend, or any of his stupid friends, and he continued to approach her, knife clutched tightly in his fist and a sadistic smile on his face.

“please, don’t do this- please, i’ll do anything!” heejin pleaded, tears falling freely down her face as the man grabbed a fistful of her hair and traced the edge of the knife against her throat.

the last words she ever heard were a simple, yet arrogantly cocky “i win.” before the knife was plunged into her stomach.

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(y/n) climbed out of her car in confusion, wondering why so many people were around campus today. did she miss the memo for an event? it was only 8:20am, why were the emergency services on site?

barely anyone seemed to be walking alone, people grasping each other tightly. she spotted at least 6 girls crying, 4 boys pale and sickly in apparent shock. she couldn’t even begin to count the amount of students and staff talking to news reporters or journalists. what the hell was going on?

spotting jisung climbing off his bus, she jogged over to him, her confusion ever-growing and ever-present on her features. being her best friend and the biggest social butterfly she knew, surely jisung would have an answer to the gossip swirling around her in hushed voices.

“ji! what’s going on?” she called, grasping his attention, confused further as he ran over and picked her up in a hug, the relief clear in his aura.

“thank fuck, you’re okay. everyone’s been trying to get hold of you all morning. did you lose your phone or something? don’t ever fucking scare us like that again!”

(y/n) was slightly shocked, jisung had never raised his voice at her like that. none of the boys did. what the hell did she miss last night? everyone was acting so… weird. she didn’t know what she’d missed during her study night with yeji, but clearly it was something major. something bad.

“did something happen on campus? why are the news here? was there a fire or something?” she questioned, arm slung around her friend’s shoulders, but her expression soon dropped as the boy turned to face her - a look of what could only be described as sheer terror on his face.

“did you not hear? kang heejin was murdered last night.”

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[kichikichiko]

3rd times the charm

A/N: I THINK I WENT OVERBOARD WITH THIS ISTG NDKDJSKFK

Scaramouche x fem!reader, modern AU, university AU, scaramouche swears a bit, sort of love at first sight?, proofread, LONG FIC COMING THROUGHH

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Scara first saw you in the hallways of the campus, later he found out that you were actually in the same classes as him, you took the same lectures and almost had the same schedule.

When he first saw you he didnt think much, just thought you were one of the only good looking people in the whole campus, it was just admiration he told himself.

However that admiration has turned into something more as the weeks go by. One of your professors has decided to give an individual assignment requiring everyone to make a 10 minute long presentation

Scara was planning to bail on it and not come to on the d day, but found out that presentation made up 30% of his final grade and had no choice but to do it and come to class to present, much to his dismay.

On the day of the presentation, he came in early like everyone else, sat down and revised his presentation. He midway through checking his presentation Scara decided to just play with his nails or look at the table

Because to him, the table was much more interesting to observe than anything else. in fact he'd to count all the little lines that are on the wooden table then revise his presentation.

One after another people started to present and the man started getting bored and sleepy. It felt like hours and it never seemed to end soon, Scara thought about going home and skip presenting, until he heard your voice as you started your presentation.

He verted his gaze away from the table to look at you.

With the amount of time given to present, he cant help but notice the little details from you. Your voice loud and clear for everyone to hear, confident enough to talk but, also nervous as you were subconciously playing with your fingers, eyes looking at the presentation then averting it to the audience, and the way you laughed, trying to answer the professors questions. The way your voice sounded sent butterflies to his stomach and he doesnt know why.

This was the only time he listened with full attention to someones presentation and he couldnt give an answer to why.

His attention was completely on you for a solid 10 minutes, only stopping when your presentation was finished and you were sent back to your seat.

Even then, his eyes followed your figure until you sat down,

The violet haired man sat a few rows behind you, and even if he couldnt see your face, his eyes never left your figure until the end of the lecture.

Whenever he knew you and him had class together, he would quickly get ready and make his way towards the campus. He took note that you always came 5 minutes after him, so next time he decided to come 5 minutes later than his usual time, just to be able maybe cross paths with you in the campus hallways. It never worked though, much to his dismay.

Thats alright, he'll try again, maybe he needs to find you not in the lecture room but during break time.

"1st times the charm" he'd mumble to himself.

Even so, during breaktime, if he just so happens to see you something would ALWAYS go south. Example, Scara sees you alone on a table outside, revising some notes? He'll muster up the courage to talk up to you. But he could never reach you without something fucking his plan.

One time he finally found you and his gaze never left you, meaning he wasnt aware of his surroundings. He tripped on a rock and fell face first. Immediately after he tripped and got stares from people around the man left, face completely red from embarrassment, hoping you didnt see the whole fiasco happening in front of you.

"2nd times the charm." He told himself one day, as he was getting ready for the day.

Well boy oh boy was he wrong. He saw you in the campus cafe drinking (beverage of choice). Again, his gaze on you and what happened this time? He bumped into someone, making their coffee ruin his outfit.

"FUCKING HELL!" Everyone quickly tried to find the source of such a loud scream, which means you did as well.

When he found out everyone was staring at him including you, he froze, looked at the person who's coffee spilled all over him, looked at everyone else, then at you and ran out again face red.

"....okay that was weird" you'd mumble to yourself, before focusing back to your laptop. You swore you saw his face somewhere, and tried to find out exactly "where" was.

Scara ran to the bathroom and hid in one of the stalls, not even bothering to clean up the coffee stain on his shirt.

The man was utterly and completely embarrassed by what just happened. He simply doesn't know if he has the guts to come to another class next time around when he is bound to meet you again. Because there is no way that you won't recognize his face after that whole Fiasco.

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Few days have gone by and Scara was close to just giving up. During lecture, he made sure to sit far far in the back where the possibilites of you seeing his face is close to 0.

Even after just a few days his mind was still replaying the scene in his head over and over again to the point where he could probably describe every single detail in a heartbeat.

There was no way 3rd times the charm.

Instead of going to the campus Cafe this time around he decided to go to a nearby cafe which was just a few blocks down the street.

He knew that you wouldn't be here anyways as you are usually in the campus Cafe. He was positively sure that he wouldn't see you here

But just as luck has it of course whatever he said wasn't true because the moment he heard a familiar voice he knew it was you instantly. Either way he looked up to see if it was actually you, praying it wasnt and he was just hallucinating.

Lo and behold, there you were, in the cashier ordering a drink.

Scaramouche started mentally kicking himself and started cussing at the world for doing this to him. He felt like, no, he KNEW that the world was mocking him for what happened to him and wanted to see it happen again live.

He wanted to leave but before he could he heard your voice starting to panic. Because he heard you panic his head whips back to you to see what the fuss was about

What he saw was you rummaging through your bag to find something which he could only guess was your wallet and in fact he wad right.

"Shit! I forgot my wallet!!" You said, panicking as you were worried you were holding up the line. You kept trying to find your wallet but to no avail, so you decided to cancel your drink and run back to your dorm to get your wallet and buy a drink in the campus Cafe instead.

Before you got the chance to cancel your order and apologize to the person behind the cashier Scaramouche whipped up his credit card and paid for your drink. The person behind the cashier took his card and ringed it up meanwhile you stared up at him and complete shock.

After the transaction was done and Scaramouche got his card back only then did you started talking

"y-you didnt have to that sir..." you mumbled a bit, mentally punching yourself for letting a stranger pay for your drink because you forgot your damn wallet.

Scara looked at you and shaked his head "it's no problem"

You widened your eyes as you finally recognize who this man was. You remember that he was in your lecture class and you paid attention to his presentation assigned to all of you a few weeks back. Although the way that he presented his presentation wasn't all the best, because he seemed uninterested and wanted to get the hell out of the class fast (which was true) you were enchanted by the way his voice sounds, and how attractive he looks.

You also remembered the incident inside the campus cafe, when he suddenly screamed out "FUCKING HELL" which shocked everyone.

Pointing at him, with curious eyes you asked him "Werent you the guy who screamed out in the campus cafe few days ago??"

With the way that he looks, and the way that he presented himself, you were sure he was going to cuss you out or gaslight you into thinking that never happened but instead you were met with him getting all flustered, taking you by surprise.

"Uhm. Maybe well uh... nevermind that. We dont talk about that okay? That never happened ever" he replied getting more and more red by the minute just thinking about it.

You laughed and nodded "well alright then, Im (name) ive also seen you in class before but nrver got your name"

God your laugh was attractive, he thought to himself before clearing his throat "Scaramouche."

"Well then scaramouche, would you be interested in having a drink with me as we chat? I mean were already here so might as well right...?" You suggested with a smile.

He gladly took your offer although did so in a way where it made him look uninterested,

He prayed that this time, things would go according to plan

After all,

3rd times the charm right?

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[seijaka]

Could you do some nsfw headcanons for hanamiya?

of course! i just did some general stuff? if you want me to write about something specific, please send another ask :)

general hanamiya nsfw hcs

cw. afab! reader but no gendered terms are used (unless you count "pretty" as gendered?), petnames, overstimulation, dacryphilia, oral, marking, praise, degradation, i think thats it? also not proofread (lol)

→ while i do think that hanamiya knows what he's doing in bed, i do not think he's slept with that many people. he's not a manwhore lol

→ he's very rough in nature, which transfers into how he is in bed. he likes to manhandle, he's rather, um, intense, to say the least

→ he's a little longer than average, and it curves upwards <3

→ literally the biggest tease in bed LMFAO. he'll edge you for hours just because he thinks it's fun. he loves to see you beg and cry for him to let you cum

→ speaking of you crying, he is most definitely into dacryphilia. he can't imagine anything hotter than your tear stained face, so fucked out you can't help but sob because of how he makes you feel

→ i feel like he has a big thing for fingering, i just KNOW that he has the nicest hands ever lol. watching you fall apart as he finger fucks you makes his pants extremely tight, your whines and whimpers only adding to it

→ when it comes to oral, he's more of a giver. he loves watching you writhe and grasp at the sheets whenever he eats you out. probably his favorite way to overstimulate you

→ i've mentioned this before in another post, but hanamiya is an ass man, so his favorite position is doggy style because of the view <3

→ he's not very loud, the most you'll get out of him is a groan when he cums or when you suck him off

→ he praises and degrades at the same time, if that makes sense? like he'll call you his pretty little slut, or his favorite whore, stuff along those lines

→ he calls you a list of names, mainly just "pretty" and "baby", but he'll occasionally call you "darling" when he wants to tease you extra hard LOL.

→ his favorite places to cum are on your ass or down your throat, he lovessss seeing you swallow his cum (probably makes you open your mouth to "check" if you swallowed it all. wink wink)

→ he gets jealous easily, so he's the type to mark you up. not just on your neck though, he'll leave hickies and bite marks along your inner thighs, and on your chest

→ 10/10 aftercare game though, he knows that he is rough so he'll make sure to take care of you afterwards :( if it's an extra long night he'll run a bath for you two :)

[p3ski]

Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now punished in the same way as crimes against humans. A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' be the thing to change this?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 3K

The incident at the church was never discussed, although the tension from the event still lingered. Gavin stared unwaveringly at his monitor, scrolling through the latest CyberLife testimonies. This had become a pattern over the last few days, with him trying to complete his work with as little engagement with Nines as possible. This had not gone unnoticed by his partner, who quickly grew resentful of being served the cold shoulder. It seemed equally content to ignore him back. If only out of spite. 

"Still fuck all coming from these interviews”, Gavin mused, finally breaking the silence. “If anyone knows anything about this Synthetic Reaper, they're keeping tight-lipped."

This was not a topic that Nines was interested in, evident in its painfully unenthused response. 

"Indeed." 

The detective bristled, knowing he only had himself to blame for the unsociable atmosphere. Turning his attention back to his computer, the menial task of report filing suddenly felt like a blessed escape. After a few minutes of typing, his phone reverberated from the side of his desk. He ignored the notifications at first until the persistent buzzing became a nuisance. 

Reaching over to silence the device, he was soon grateful he'd done so, as brightly illuminated on the screen was a series of incriminating texts. Outlining the embarrassing details of his most recent personal struggle:

Actually Decent (4)

[10:03am] Gav

[10:03am] hey

[10:04am] have you and Nines made out yet

[10:04am] or are u still planning on wimping out

Gavin pulled his phone closer, out of the view of prying eyes. He went back to scanning the information on his report, focusing on a section he had yet to finish. "You got anything for this new code? The one in the victim’s scripture?"

“No." 

Amazing. 

His phone shook again, and glancing down, he saw that Tina was diligently adding to the collection of unwanted messages:

Actually Decent (7)

[10:06 am] because if youre gonna bang a stranger 

[10:06 am] please pick one thats normal

[10:07 am] no more weird kinks

"No?" Gavin questioned, eyebrows raised in disbelief. "That's a first for you, smart ass."  The tone was intended as jovial, but the reception was frosty at best. Nines shot him a sharp glare, huffing disapprovingly under its breath. 

Gavin’s fingers twitched on his keyboard, wondering if he should cut his losses and accept his looming termination. There were other jobs he could pursue, after all. Perhaps a career as the world's most surly birthday clown. Or a disappointing male stripper. 

Actually Decent (9)

[10:09 am] I still have nightmares about the pet-play guy

[10:10 am] I’ll never recover from the things u told me

Nines slid Gavin a slip of paper. "The message is nonsensical. Most of the text makes sense, but the ending appears to be gibberish." 

He peered down, scanning over the carefully penned digits. "...So what are we thinking? Another hidden code, like SL C?" 

"Might I suggest you take some time to determine that yourself." The android squeezed its mouse tightly. As if it were trying to crush it to pieces. “I am getting rather tired of you ‘copying my homework’." 

Gavin was caught off guard by this. While his partner was far from agreeable, it was unusual for it to lash out in such a juvenile way. There wasn’t a hint of care or remorse as it diligently scanned its monitor, refusing to look up. 

Once the initial shock had subsided, it transformed into something ugly. An instinctive urge to push back. Gavin balled up the paper indignantly, flicking it over the desk. “You got a problem with sharing notes, just say. You don’t have to be a little bitch about it." 

Nines laughed, although not in the way that he’d grown used to. It was a harsh sound, short and sharp, "I find it insulting that you have snubbed me this long, only to speak now when it seeks to benefit you."

The detective tensed uncomfortably at this before puffing out his chest defensively. “In case you’ve forgotten, we’re working together. Hardly an effective partnership if we can't at least share information." 

“It is difficult to work with you in a professional capacity when there is something more pressing we need to discuss." 

"And what the fuck would that be?" 

There was a loud, crunching noise. Gavin looked over to confirm that Nines had, indeed, destroyed its mouse. Fragments of plastic littered the desk whilst others remained embedded in its hand. In the android’s eyes, there was a strange vulnerability intermingled with its usual intensity. Not so much confronting as it was pleading. 

"You know." 

A tight bind encompassed Gavin's chest and threatened to cut his breathing. His focus drifted from his companion’s eyes down the expanse of its smooth, pale skin. He followed the gentle slope of its nose, counting the freckles on the way, and ultimately found its lips. They looked warm and inviting—enough that he felt compelled to lean towards them. 

It was then that he realised he was utterly fucked. 

"I'm going for a smoke." He pushed away from his desk, shooting to his feet in a hasty motion. There were measured footsteps trailing behind him as he cowardly marched away, but he refused to turn around. Not wishing to cause a scene. 

Shoving his way through the fire exit, he hurriedly paced down the steps, caring little if he slipped on the ice. His hand found the cigarettes in his pocket, and he squeezed the box with such intensity that he successfully crushed half of its contents. Pulling out one of the smokes left intact, he had barely touched it to his lips when the heavy door slammed open behind him. 

"I would appreciate it if you stopped running from me," a stern voice chided. 

Staring vacantly into the parking lot and with nowhere else to go, Gavin glumly accepted the inevitable, surrendering to the demand. "I’m not running," he denied, in staunch contradiction to his previous actions. "What do you want to talk about?" 

"I’d think that is rather obvious. I wish to discuss what happened." 

While he tried to maintain a facade of composure, there was no hiding his racing pulse. He knew Nines would have to suffer a serious malfunction not to sense how panicked he was. "I don’t know what you mean."

“Then I'll have to enlighten you: I am referring to the reckless - and frankly deranged - behaviour you exhibited at the church the other day." 

Gavin was grateful for the harsh wind outside, as it gave him the perfect excuse to hide his face under the guise of preserving his light. He thought back to the day in question and the moments leading up to the assault on his partner. There had been no thoughts when grappling the man, just white-hot rage that scorched his skin and blinded his senses. The answer to what happened eluded him, and he was content to leave that way. 

“I’ve got nothing to say." He said, moving forward to descend another concrete step. 

His partner would not be so easily sated. It calmly closed the door and began its own descent down the staircase. Gavin stepped in time, seeking to maintain the distance between them, as Nines persistently charged forward. This carried on for a while, like some sort of surreal line dance. "For someone who despises androids so vehemently, you seem extremely keen to jump to my defence."

The run of the steps finished, and the two found themselves on the pavement. Unless they wished to carry their quarrel into the busy streets of Detroit, Gavin knew it was best to stay put. “I am not jumping to anyone’s defence."

"It isn't the first time you've done so for me." Nines ignored his protest, exploiting its looming physique to tower over its partner. "There was the man outside Mikey’s—"

"That didn't mean shit."

"I don't believe you." It sounded exhausted, as if it had been dwelling on the subject for days. "Please, I'm just trying to understand."

“There’s nothing to understand. You said before that I have some weird saviour complex. Call it instinct."

"Why would you seek to save something you so openly despise?" 

Gavin took a shaky drag of his cigarette, the smoke catching in his throat, "Because it's my job", he said plainly, though his wavering tone was far from convincing. "I wasn't going to let him hurt you like that. I would have done the same for anyone, human or android." 

"I do not feel pain, of which you are aware." Nines picked holes in the flimsy argument without hesitation. "What reason would you have to believe I was hurt?" 

The detective backpedalled, realising that he'd trapped himself with his own telling wording: 

"I didn't mean hurt; I meant break," he excused. 

"I assured you that my structural integrity had not been compromised." 

"Just let it go. I wasn't thinking." 

"I disagree. You have been thinking a great deal." The android pressed, toeing the line between firmness and aggression. "I needed no saving the night I stayed over, yet you showed me the same consideration. I find your continually shifting attitude towards me deeply confusing." 

This machine doesn’t know what he’s doing , Gavin thought to himself. Nothing good would ever come from the proverbial shitstorm that was beginning to manifest.  

Wait. He stopped, firmly correcting himself:

It. 

Not he. 

Oh, Jesus Christ.

“You’re one to talk”, he seethed, expunging his frustration like poisonous venom. “I don't know what's gotten into you, but this buddy-buddy shit is getting old. We aren't friends; we're co-workers. We don’t have to pretend we’re anything more." 

He tried to pull away, to which Nines reached out, grabbing him firmly by the arm. "Why are you so desperate to deny what you feel?" 

"What do you know about what I feel?" Gavin snapped. The proximity between them was dizzying, their faces inches apart. "All you are is a hunk of plastic pretending to be a person."

The cruelty of his words came with little conscious thought. Part of him wanted to stop, but he refused to back down. He had already made the fatal mistake of letting the android into his mind, and he needed to shut it out before things got any worse.

"Your views have changed; you no longer believe that." Nines attempted to sound assured, but its torn expression betrayed this.  

"You said you weren't interested in pretending, and I'm not interested either, android." The word was spat from his lips like an aggressive slur.

His partner’s temple shone red, and its grip tightened with mounting defiance. "I understand that I will never be human, but I do not lack the capacity to feel." 

"Don't delude yourself," he sneered, barking out a cruel laugh. "You try to get into my head, manipulating my feelings to serve your directives, and you wonder why I fucking hate you."  

Nines let go, recoiling fiercely as if the man burned to the touch. As it stared at him with wide eyes, there was no mistaking the raw heartbreak that blighted its features.

"I see." 

The voice barely registered above a whisper, but to Gavin, it could have been screaming. He found himself unable to look, to face the consequences of what he had done. A part of him wished to take it all back. To pull his partner into an embrace and hastily beg for its forgiveness. But he knew that he couldn't. At least not now. 

Once that line had been crossed, there would be no turning back.

The ash built up on his neglected cigarette, and he made no effort to flick it away. With the light extinguished, he allowed it to slip limply from his fingers. "I'm going to get a coffee. Be back in a few." 

"You can get coffee from the canteen”, Nines replied, words strained from its melancholic state. 

“Not that coffee, I want...different coffee...at home”, he cringed at the weakness of his excuse. "Just don't wait up, and don't follow me."

Gavin turned on his heel and made his way to his apartment, refusing to look back. Whilst walking, he looked through his phone, swiping away the messages from Tina and instead opening his USwipe account. Seeking a distraction from the disastrous interaction that had just transpired, he filtered through the matches, looking for someone of interest. 

He was pleasantly surprised to find a well-kempt man around his age with a bio that didn’t immediately scream ‘weird pervert’ or ‘serial killer’. He was reasonably attractive, too - with a mop of dark, curly hair and warm hazel eyes. Emboldened, he opened his chat log and fired off a quick message:

Alex

You: Hey

did u want to meet up? 

It wasn’t anything elaborate, but Gavin had never been one for making the first move, so he reasoned it was progress enough. 

Arriving at his front door, he hoped to find some time to unwind. While he knew he couldn’t hide out indefinitely - and would have to return to the station at some point - a fleeting escape was a small mercy that he would happily embrace. However, this hope was quickly extinguished when a distant yowl greeted him from the bathroom. 

"...Tiff?” There was an unpleasant lurch in his stomach, telling him that something was wrong. 

While his cat was usually vocal, there was something off about the noise she was making. It sounded weak and strained. Shaking off his coat, he charged through his living room and slammed the door to the bathroom open. He found Tiffany lying in the bath, half-turned onto her back and staring vacantly into space. Her chest was falling and rising rapidly, and it didn't take Gavin long to realise what was happening.

"Shit", He dropped to his knees, scurrying over in a dazed frenzy. Almost as soon as he'd leaned himself over the bath, Tiffany let out another long cry, and he tried his best to console her. Gently running a hand on her back and shushing softly. "It's okay, girl, I've got you." 

The cat continued to pant and strain, and Gavin wondered, with significant guilt, how long this might have been going on. Extending towards the door, he pulled a towel from the nearby rail and gently pushed it beneath her. At a loss for what else to do, he reached for his phone, preparing to call the vet for some much-needed advice. An incoming call thwarted his efforts, and he stared at the screen in disbelief, unsure how to react.

While he entertained the idea of rejecting the call, he found himself unable to do so. The phone seemed to vibrate endlessly as the called ID quietly mocked him. Slowly, he pressed accept, and the caller wasted no time in pleading their case:

"It was not my place to make such brazen assumptions about your emotions. I would like it if we could talk about this—"

While Nines babbled, the detective noted the faint speckles of blood that littered his bath, plunging him deep into a nervous spiral. "Not now. We'll talk later." 

Tiffany was straining a lot at this point, as Gavin recalled the vet telling him that this should be 'minimal'. He had no idea what defined minimal - or at what stage it was acceptable to freak out. 

"Is everything okay?" Nines pressed, picking up on the obvious tension. 

The cat's legs jerked violently, and he moved closer, pushing her back for a better view. He observed in horror the tiny head peering out from beneath her tail. "I need a fucking vet." 

"For what reason?" Its tone became frantic, as though it were sharing in his panic. "Is it Tiffany? Is there something wrong?" 

"Well, she's about to shit out a kitten. Other than that, she’s just dandy." He held his breath, watching nervously as the baby's head stalled in place. Tiffany brought herself forward, desperately trying to push, before flopping back down in defeat. 

Gavin reached out to support her, aware that Nines was still talking to him but unable to process what it was saying.

"Did you hear me?"

"Hear what?" he hissed back frustratedly, overwhelmed by the situation. "Seriously, I'm not in the mood to play games right now." 

"I'm not suggesting we play games. I'm suggesting I come over and help you." 

He slumped back, groaning deeply, and buried his face in his arms. "What part of 'I need the vet' did you not understand? You can't help any more than I can."

"I beg to differ. While I am not professionally trained, I have reviewed extensive resources on the stages of feline birth." Nines’ voice was calm and reassuring, pulling him back from the brink of a full-blown meltdown. "My assistance would be invaluable to you." 

Gavin paused, determining if he could set his pride aside sufficiently. If only for the sake of his pet. After some deliberation, he conceded, reluctantly accepting the offer, "Fine, just hurry up. This thing's coming out looking like a red Gusher, and I have no idea if that's normal or not." 

The concern soon resolved itself as Tiffany arched her back again and gave another firm push. The kitten’s head fully emerged, revealing a small, furry body behind it. The gentle twitching of its legs assured him that all was well, and his heart swelled with pride for his pet. 

Perhaps something good could come of the overwhelmingly shitty day.

[aries-writings]

ayo mf, can i request something from your prompt list with sunghoon, the plot being number 10 and from the dialogue, the numbers 1 & 10~ fanks miss ching😻😻

drunk-dazed | p. sunghoon

plot prompt #10: and i try to refrain, but you’re stuck in my brain.

dialogue prompts #1 + #10: “i just wanna feel your lips against my skin.” + “could we pretend that we’re in love?”

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader

genres: angst, fluff, second chance love

word count: 2.7k

warnings: alcohol use, light swearing, light violence, some blood, emo sunghoon, a heated makeout but nothing too bad, and i think thats it??

a/n: this is a repost from my main blog! if you’ve read this or seen it before, i had this posted on @dandelion-aj before revising and reposting it here!

see the full list of prompts here

It was a kind of routine at this point. An endless cycle Sunghoon had fallen into. It always started at home in his apartment. He’d be sitting on the couch watching a random show he’d found. Or in his bed trying to catch up on some much-needed sleep. Or in the kitchen attempting to cook. All things he had done plenty of times before. The only difference is that now you weren’t there with him.

You and Sunghoon had broken up nearly 10 months ago, but it felt like far longer than that to him.

The apartment the two of you shared was so much quieter after you left. The hallways that used to echo with your laugh were now filled with a deafening silence that served only as a reminder of your absence.

He’d tell himself it was fine. That everything was okay. After all, it was a mutual breakup. But the more Sunghoon thought about it, the more he’d second guess the decision.

And that would lead to phase two of this dreadful cycle: missing you.

Sunghoon missed you to no end. He realized that now. What exactly he missed about you, he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the way your hand felt in his. Or the sound of your raspy morning voice. Or the way his name rolled off your tongue. Or, maybe, he just missed you.

Right now, in this very moment, Sunghoon missed you, and that confused him. How can he miss someone that’s standing right in front of him?

“Hey,” you shouted. The sound of your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He shook his head as he was now suddenly hyper-aware of his surroundings. The flashing lights. The booming music. The blur of people dancing around him. The cold cup in his hand. “Are you okay?”

Sunghoon sighed. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Phase three of that damn cycle: drinking away any memory of you. He’d knock back shot after shot in hopes that he’ll forget who you are. But instead, he forgets who he is, and all he can think about is you. Funny how that works. No matter how hard he tried to force you out of his mind, you’d always come right back.

Everything he saw reminded him of you. He’d hear your voice in all the white noise. He’d see you in every face around him. As a matter of fact, he was 97% sure it wasn’t even you that he was talking to.

“You sure?” You quirked an eyebrow up. “You don’t look too good.”

“I’m okay.” He looked up at you, or some girl who looked a lot like you at least.

Alcohol has its downsides. Like how it filled him with this indescribable ache for you. But it also has its upsides, because god knows he wouldn’t have done this if he were sober.

Without a second’s hesitation, Sunghoon pulled your doppelgänger in and latched his lips to hers, dropping the half-full cup to the floor. His eyes fluttered shut as he let himself fully believe it was your lips he was tasting. His mouth began to move feverishly against yours, devouring every inch he could reach.

He pulled away and his eyes met yours as he caught his breath. He couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol, but for a fleeting moment, that ache was relieved. His hand gripped the back of your neck and pulled you in for another kiss.

His fingers tangled into your hair and tugged your head back, giving him better access to your lips. The kiss escalated with every passing second. The way your tongues danced. The way you were gripping each other’s clothes for dear life. It eased that burning in his chest.

That is until he felt a hand land on his shoulder. Before Sunghoon could comprehend what was happening, he was pushed back as a hard fist slammed into his face. The force of the punch sent him back into a group of people. People that were far too intrigued by the sudden violence to care about being shoved.

Sunghoon’s hand flew up to his nose as soon as he felt the blood begin to flow. He looked up to see a muscular man with his arm slung over a girl’s shoulder. The same girl who looked exactly like you seconds ago.

“You stay the fuck away from her! You hear me?!” the man screamed as he shoved Sunghoon once more.

He tried to catch himself, but lost his balance and stumbled to the ground. He glanced between the couple standing before him. It didn’t take long for him to put two and two together. “I’m sorry.” he muttered.

All eyes were on him. He could see a few people recording the scene and others whispering. Ah yes, phase four: getting too caught up thinking about you that he makes a fool of himself in public.

Sunghoon stood up, looking down at his bloodied palm then back at the couple. “I just- I thought you were- Fuck, I’m sorry.”

He snaked his way through the dense crowd, somehow managing to find the door. Slamming his body weight into it, he felt the cold night air hit his skin, almost tumbling onto the frigid concrete in the process. He threw himself to the ground beside the door and pulled out his phone as he wiped away the remaining blood from his nose.

Alas, the final stage of our cycle: wallowing in self-pity as Sunghoon tries to find a way home.

He scrolled through his contacts in hopes of finding someone who’d be willing to pick him up and give him a ride.

Jungwon.

Jake.

Heeseung.

Jay.

Ni-ki.

Sunoo.

Y/n.

He froze at the sight of your name. ‘Why do I even have your number still?’ he thought. His thumb hovered over your name for a second. 'No, she won’t answer anyway.’ He stared at the call button for a moment, and the next thing he heard was the calling tone of his phone.

His eyes widened, and he rushed to hit the 'end call’ button. His arm dropped down to his side and his head fell back against the shaking wall of the club. He sighed and let his heavy eyelids close. He would have fallen asleep like that if it weren’t for his phone vibrating in his hand. He opened his eyes just enough to read the name on the screen.

Y/n.

He had to read the name a few times, and even then he didn’t believe what he was seeing. He knew it wasn’t in his best interest, but he answered. He put the phone to his ear and waited.

“Sunghoon?”

He shivered at the sound of your voice. God, he hadn’t heard it in so long.

“Y/n?” His voice came out a lot shakier and weaker than he had intended.

“Did you call?”

“Uhh, yeah. Yeah, I did.” He looked down at his lap, nervously fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “On accident,” he added. “It was an accident. I meant to call Sunoo. My bad. Sorry for bothering you.”

“No no. It’s fine.” There was an awkward silence for a moment before you spoke again. “Okay, well, if you meant to call Sunoo, I’ll let you go now.”

'No.’ a voice pleaded from the back of his mind. 'Don’t hang up. I missed you. I missed your voice.’

“Wait!” Sunghoon called out, earning a few looks from people walking by. “Wait. I, uh,” He let out a shameful sigh. “I need a ride.”

“A ride?”

“Yeah. I don’t want to call the guys because they said if I ever got drunk again, they won’t be the ones to come get me. That if I ever put myself in this situation I need to find a way out-”

“Wait you’re drunk?!” you interrupted.

Sunghoon gulped. He must sound like an idiot. “Yeah.”

“Text me the address. I’m on my way.”

“Hey,” you whispered as you nudged the sleeping man’s shoulder. “Sunghoon.”

“Mmmm.” Sunghoon groaned.

You playfully rolled your eyes and stood. “Fine then. Guess I’ll just leave you here if you’re enjoying your nap that much-”

Before you could turn away, you felt Sunghoon grab your wrist. You looked at your arm, then back up to him. His eyes were still shut and his head was still pressed to the wall when he spoke in a hoarse voice. “Don’t go.” He opened his eyes, his bloodshot gaze catching yours. “You came.”

“You asked me to.” you responded.

“Yeah, but…” he trailed off. “I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

“Do you know what could happen to a handsome man like you at this time of night?” You pointed at the vibrating club. “Especially at a place like this?”

Sunghoon smirked. “You think I’m handsome?”

You rolled your eyes again. “Shut up and get in the car.”

“You’re not gonna help me?”

“Sunghoon, I can assure you I do not have the strength to carry a drunk, five-foot-ten man right now.”

“Come on, the car is like 7 feet away.”

“That’s far too many feet.”

“Pleeeease.” he pouted.

You huffed and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You placed your arm around his waist and attempted to hoist him up, but to no avail.

“You know, this is going to require a little effort on your end, too.” you remarked.

“Oh, right, sorry. Okay, on three. One, two, three.”

With your joint effort, you managed to get Sunghoon off the ground. It took him some time to catch his balance, almost pulling you both back down a few times.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

Sunghoon put up a thumbs up in response while he wobbled on his feet.

“Okay, let’s get you to the car.”

It was a bit of a struggle, but you successfully got Sunghoon buckled into the passenger seat. “You better not puke in my car.” You walked over to the driver’s seat and started the car. “How did you end up here anyway.”

Sunghoon stared out the window at the club. “That’s a good question.”

'You. I’m here because of you.’

It was a mostly quiet drive to Sunghoon’s apartment complex. The only sounds heard were the hum of the car’s engine and the soft music playing through the speakers. It seemed like just a few minutes passed by the time you were parked in front of Sunghoon’s apartment building.

You shut off the car and turned to Sunghoon. “Are you going to be okay walking up there by yourself?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you asking because you want to come with me?”

“Well, I didn’t know if you wanted me to go with you.”

'I always want you with me.’

“I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to a little company.”

Your lips pulled into a weak smile. You climbed out of the car and met Sunghoon at the door of the apartment lobby. You both walked in hand in hand and he directed you to the elevator.

“Can’t remember the last time I was in this elevator” You thought out loud.

Sunghoon hit the button for floor number three and shoved his hands in his pockets. “This place did used to be your home”

The second Sunghoon got the door to his apartment open, he made a beeline for the couch and threw his body onto it.

You stood awkwardly at the door. “Well, if that’s all you need, I’ll get going now.”

'Don’t let her leave. Who knows when you’ll be able to see her after this. Don’t let her leave.’

“Y/n.”

You were just about to step out into the hallway when he called your name. You looked back at him and you swear you’ve never seen a man look so desperate.

“Stay.” His voice was shaky, almost inaudible. “Even if it’s just for a few minutes. I know I’ve already asked a lot of you but- Just- Please stay.”

“Okay.” You closed the door and made your way back to the couch, taking a seat next to Sunghoon.

You took in his appearance. Not what he was wearing, but his face. His eyes looked sunken in, his nose was swollen, and his cheeks had hollowed in a bit. You had never seen him like this. “Sunghoon, what’s wrong?”

Sunghoon was a bit taken aback by your question. “What?”

“You look terrible.” You hadn’t realized the harshness of your words until you noticed Sunghoon visibly wince.

He rolled his eyes. “Gee, thanks.”

“No, I mean, you look like you’ve been through something.”

“I’m fine.”

'Now, we both know that’s a fucking lie.’

You shook your head. “No, I know you’re not. Look, I know things got kinda weird between us, but I still care about you.”

'Just say it. Tell her.’

“I miss you.” Sunghoon whispered.

You froze, absolutely certain that your ears were playing tricks on you. “What?”

“I miss you.” he repeated. He looked up to meet your gaze. His eyes were brimming with tears. Damn, why did alcohol make him so emotional? “I miss you so much.”

You tilted your head. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. You have no idea.” With every word, it got harder to keep the tears in. “I miss the songs you’d hum every morning while you made breakfast. I miss your bedhead. I miss the way you’d squint when you were reading something. I miss you, y/n.”

You heard the desperation in his voice, but you told yourself it was just the alcohol. His words now weren’t lining up with what he had said then. “Do you remember why we broke up?”

Sunghoon scoffed, but it sounded more like a sob. “How could I forget? You said you 'lost feelings.’ That you had 'fallen out of love with me.’”

“We both said we had fallen out of love.” you corrected.

“I know, but things are different now.” He placed a hand on your cheek and pressed his forehead to yours. Your lips were mere centimeters apart, and you could feel his shallow breath on your face. “Please, y/n.”

“Sunghoon…” It hurt you to see him like this. “It must be the alcohol talking. You’re not thinking straight. We both said it ourselves. We’re not in love anymore.”

“Then let’s pretend. I don’t care how long it lasts. I just- I need you.” His voice was shaking. “Even if it’s just for tonight, could we pretend that we’re in love?”

You leaned into his palm. You hadn’t been this close to him in so long. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss this. Sunghoon’s touch had this warmth to it that you were never quite able to feel in anyone else. It was one of the many reasons you had fallen in love with him in the first place.

You were so deeply in love with him throughout the two years you had been together. That made things harder when you noticed that you two had grown distant. For some indescribable reason, the two of you had slowly begun to grow apart. And during this time, any small thing could spark an argument.

After two months, it just didn’t feel like a relationship anymore. Neither of you knew what you wanted and it seemed like there was always a wall between you, and it didn’t take long to decide that it’d be best for you to go your separate ways.

It’s just like that saying. If you love something, let it go. If it doesn’t come back, you never had it…

“I know what I want now.” Sunghoon stated, sure of himself this time.

“And what is that, Sunghoon?”

“Right now, I just want you here with me.” he answered. “I just want to hold you. I just want to feel your lips against my skin. I just want you.”

… If it comes back…

You place your hand over his and looked deep into his pleading eyes. “I want you too.”

… love it forever.

[slay0368]

🎀🫶🏼 sanzu haruchiyo and his relationship with fem reader🎀🫶🏼

MINORS GET THE FUCK AWAY

Shitty writing,not proofread,sanzu brain rot

Warnings-anger issues,smut,size kink,hate fucking,slut shaming,sanzu being a dilf, ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 20,enemies to lovers.Yeah I think that’s about it

Sanzu haruchiyo

When mikey first introduced you as bontens new number 4 he saw you as a slut and nothing more but over the weekend he saw you with another man on his lap,laughing and giggling like theirs no end LET ME TELL YOU HARUCHIYO SAW RED. So it’s casual to say by the next day the guy who you were sitting on was gone ,done and dusted all together.

Eventually you and sanzu had to share a room for a mission and as you thought he went out and wouldn’t be back till like 6 hours later you whipped out your trusty vibrator NOT KNOWING THAT SANZU THERE HAD PLANTED CAMERAS TO WATCH YOU FUCKING CAMERAS 😇😇😇😇😇😇

So he planted them to catch you like tripping over or to catch your embarrassing moments but as soon as he opened the cameras he saw you using a bullet vibrator and let me tell you he turned the car around so fucking fast and sped to the house /villa passing all the red lights and as soon as he reached he barged in almost breaking the door and he low key says “having fun without me sweetheart?” While smirking. I AM DEAD. Y/n “fuck” “oh no honey I’m gonna fuck you now” when sanzu said those words she gasped and her mouth fell open when she saw him taking out his dick and let me tell you he was big- “sanzu I don’t think it’ll fit” “oh sweetheart I’ll make it fit”

and when he sees your expression he puts on his smug smile “ bigger than you expected right but you’re a big girl you can take it right?” It wasn’t a question and you knew “now use your big girl words and tell me what you want slut”

The look on his face when you tell him your a virgin- he was grinning like a mad man (I meaannnnn he already is one- 🥰😇🤡 )

“Awww my poor slut never had dick in her life huh don’t worry I’m gonna help with that”he said while scissoring you open with his long fingers and as you get wet enough he lines the tip of his cock and runs it up and down your slit “if you really want this dick then beg for it whore” as embarrassing the scene would’ve been sanzu enjoyed seeing your flushed face while begging him to fuck you like the whore you are “ please sanzu I want you to make me feel good I promise I’ll be a good girl” that was enough for him to push inside you slowly since he was kind enough to see that your a virgin

“Sanzu it hurts,hurts s much” you try to say but sanzu just sushes you and says “your the one begging for this dick right? Then take it like a good whore”

As he bottoms out blood can be seen dripping underneath both of them staining the white sheets. As he starts to move at a rough pace you cry at him to stop but he just moves faster “oh what was that? You want he to go fast right then here” “sanzu gonna cum” you say as you cream in on his cock but he maintains his speed, as you get overstimulated sanzus thrusts are getting sloppier and your about to have your 5-6? Orgasm damn you were too dumb on his cock to count “ gonna cum inside you slut, that’s all your good for” as his pace falters “you love being treated like this don’t you” as he cums inside you as you milk every last drop from his balls

“Damn you okay?” “Yea didn’t take you for the caring type tbh” as he cleaned you up and gave u food and cuddles “your mine from now on got that?” While cuddling you “I was always yours haru” you said while cuddling him deeper

The night ended with you both naked and cuddling until the next morning when rindou found you both cuddling under the covers at 10 am when they should be ready for the mission-

OKAY THATS ALL FOR NOW THANKS FOR READINGGGGG

Pls reblog and like!

ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SORRY IF ITS A BIT YK-

[f1nalboys]

Can i get a nsfw alphabet for stu?

I SURE FUCKING CANNNNNNNN <3love u anon

Stu Macher NSFW Alphabet

WORD COUNT: 1622

WARNINGS: nsfw, dark kinks listed, its stu so thats a warning, just proceed with caution

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Stu my beloved <3 he is great at aftercare in general, but he goes above and beyond when it comes to his long term partners. One night stands are different; it’s not that he purposely doesn’t do much to make sure they’re okay, it’s just that he…. Doesn’t see it *as* important, if that makes sense? When its someone he’s only seeing once he isn’t getting into anything super bad or dark so he doesn’t feel the need to do a full aftercare session. When it’s a long term partner then he will takes as long as they need to make sure they’re in a good headspace, he knows he can get a bit into it you know?

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, it’s his tongue 1 billion percent. I mean, Stu loves *all* of him and is super confident in his body but overall it’s his tongue. He can do a lot with it, can tease his partner or make them cry with pleasure, can put it on every inch of skin his partner allows, can talk a lot of shit. He’s multi-talented. As for his partner, it’s ass. He’s an ass guy, hate to be the one to break it to you all. ANY ass is perfect, though. Small one? Easy to grab. Big one? Gets to see it bounce when he’s fucking you from behind. 10/10 ass in general, you know?

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

God. Stu *loves* cumming on you. He’s a big fan of cumming in you too, of course, but theres something very…degrading about cumming on your face or chest or ass or stomach or (insert any body part here) that drives him wild. His fave place to cum though is cumming on your holes >:) if you have a pussy, he’s cumming *on* it. If he’s fucking you in the ass, he’s coming on your hole and then using his finger to push it inside you. AM I WRONG????? NEVER. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

`Stu doesn’t have many ‘secrets’ tbh, but one i say for pretty much every mf i write for is that they’re panty sniffers. Stu, however, steals them. All. The. Time. He rifles through your laundry at any given opportunity, even before you were together, and pockets a pair or two of your really dirty and old pairs because they smell (and taste) like you the most. You’ll never find those new lace thongs missing but you just always seem to misplace your old granny panties hehe

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Hot take but he’s not *that* experienced. I mean he has plenty of people under his belt but he definitely embellishes the number a bit to seem cooler hehe. But dont worry, this mf KNOWS what he’s doing! Hes a fast learner and takes care to make sure his partner is feeling good too so he doesn’t have any complaints thus far.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy. That’s his favorite of all time. It’s only just rivaled by you riding him tbh but he prefers doggy because again, ass man.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It’s Stu we’re talking about. It’s goofy 75/25. NOW that being said, he can def be serious and he knows when to not crack a joke or two, he just likes when sex is lighthearted you know? His serious sessions tend to be on the meaner side especially since he’s the dom in those situations 9/10 times. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Pretty well groomed only because he gets too uncomfortable if he’s super hairy. Doesn’t care about his partners pubes though, literally the last thing he thinks about lol. Dark brown hair, a thin happy trail, hes sexy, etc 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Stu is way less romantic than you would think lol. He has his moments often but a majority of the time he’s simply interested in the fucking than the romance. Plus, Stu can get kind of mean and will forget to be romantic lolz

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Once a day minimum. Doesn’t matter if you two had sex five times that day, he *has* to jerk off before he goes to sleep. It helps him unwind really and it’s some alone time lol (a way to get kind of past this is by having him jerk off in front of you and THEN having sex. You get to fuck him and he gets his little solo thing out of the way in a more fun way)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sadism. Humiliation.  Dracryphilia. Corruption. Pegging. Sub/Dom. Predator/Prey. Knives. Blood. Degradation. Praise. Voyeurism. Cucking. Slut shaming/Misogyny (sorry). Choking. Spitting. Slapping. Roleplay. Bondage. Collaring. Face Fucking. Cages. Lowkey pet play (likes calling you his ‘puppy’ or ‘kitten’ sorry). So many more omg

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Public sex especially in the woods IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS. he also likes regular house sex but not in the bedroom <3 Likes bending you over in random places hehe

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

This would be a smaller list if it asked what DOESNT turn him on because the answer would be like 2 things LMFAO. But honestly he loves innocent looks and touches because of his corruption kink hehe he ALSO loves when you bend over in front of him or ‘accidently’ brush up against him when you’re moving past him

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bathroom stuff or vomit. It’s gross to him. You’d think he wouldn’t be into feet but he is look at him he looks like he sucks toes.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Receiving. He’s a god at giving but he has needs you know? Plus, he’s a fan of face fucking and likes it better when its just him and not 69ing.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, 100%. He loves leaving bruises and marks and tear streaks on you by the time the first round it over tbh lol.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Biggest fan in the world <3 LOVES quickies, wants them all day every day fr. Plan for him to pull you into another room (if you’re lucky) and bare minimum go down on you or just pull your underwear to the side and make you bite your hand to stay quiet <3 Or not <3

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Huge risktaker!!!!!! He does not care if you two are caught fucking by other people and he’s going to make it apart of his dirty talk while you’re out. He wouldn’t do it in like,,,,SUPER public? Like fingering you under the table at a restaurant is cool but in a public park on a bench mid day is a no, you know? Now that same park at night….

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

At least 2 or 3 unless he’s super worked up or has been teasing for a super long time lol. He’s pretty average in length, it really depends on how horny he is and how long he’s been teasing yu

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Stu loves toys <3 Biggest collection you could ever see LMAO he has dozens of toys for himself, even more for his partners, he has a bunch of ‘special’ toys that cost him a pretty fucking penny hehe. Unless its a quickie or something, he’s gonna use at least ONE toy for the both of you 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease

….do we actually need to talk about this? Biggest fucking tease to ever exist i SWEAR he’s such an asshole

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Loud because he doesn’t shut the fuck up! H’es always talking and teasing and moaning and gasping, like…. Its actually impressive that he doesn’t lose his voice. You can gag him (he’s into it) but he’ll still be loud and whiney <3333

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When Stu is punishing his partner he’ll make them watch him use a toy hehe. His fave thing to do is tie you up and putting the toy (a strap or a fleshlight, depending on his mood) on you and fucking it like it was u hehehe

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Don’t feel like doing this sorry baes <3

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Super high, higher than average. He has to cum at least once a day (like I mentioned) but he’s always. Thinking. About. Sex. he has to have a world record for longest porn scenario in head

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how long it lasted and how exhaustive it was. Like, a real quick in and out thing, he’ll be wide awake ready to go about his day still. A Ghostface roleplay that ended in a pretty rough chase? Out like a damn light

[in-flvx]

20 questions for fic writers

I've been tagged by a few people, I think @heartofspells @strugglequill @lovelymasks and finally did it

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

39

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

114,493

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Harry Potter, but I have also written for A Ballad Of Songbirds and Snakes, and most of my fics are Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1 - Oh, deer

2 - 31 days of huxloween

3 - Secrets and Honey

4 - In a dark alley

5 - Well past Midnight

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

In principle, though I have neglected that for a while now :/ I do love and appreciate every single comment I get and at one point I'll get back to replying to them. They've been so lovely, and I love going back just to read them

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Pretty sure that would be test drive. It's about the grooming of a teenager, and it does not have a happy ending. Written from the POV of the groomer too, so the tone isn't all that angsty - he succeeded and got what he wanted, which I hope makes the entire thing all the more horrifying

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That's hard to say. I write a lot of getting together fics, which I'd say all have a pretty happy ending

8. Do you get hate on fics?

None so far, fingers crossed

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do write smut. So far mostly with some light dom/sub stuff going on

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't so far. But I like to make them up in my mind. At some point I hope to write a wolfstar hunger games au

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

None that made it to Ao3. I've done a lot of cooperative writing on twit-fics, and a few on tumblr with @strugglequill (padfoot-soap anyone?)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Wolfstar for sure - its the fic that got me reading on Ao3 in the first place

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have a few, sadly. The spider and the carpenter is the first thing I ever put on Ao3 and that'll never be more than the first chapter;  Feel lucky has two chapters and I physically made up a dance routine for it, but it'll probably stay that while longer. And of course 31 days of huxloween. Thats my fic with the highest word count, and I only got through nearly half of the chapters I have planned. These are all star wars fics, and kind of the reason why I now want to have my fic finished in its entirety before I post. Which also means I get cranky bc I want to post things but won't let myself. It's not ideal

16. What are your writing strengths?

I get frequent compliments on my characterizations, so I'll go wiith that

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I always struggle with scenes in which more than two people talk to each other. There is always one person just T-posing in the background. And I'm very insecure about the themes I introduce into my fics, and if I miss some that totally change the fic without my knowledge

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I don't do it often, but tried doing so in current wips. I do like it when it's not in dialogue style for a longer conversation but instead just the gist of it explained. It can be fun though to get a little easter egg of knowledge the POV character isn't getting when you're able to translate the dialogue and they don't speak the language

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Turns out this is impossible for me to answer

I have no idea who hasn't been tagged yet, so I'll just open it up

[spikeinthepunch]

i have no plans to talk about the Emotional side of this, but the many weeks i have spent with a neuropsych trying to pin down the specifics of my cognitive issues has certainly been interesting, and im gonna detail that below. its made me really realize that alongside my issues, that there is so little understanding in society about the extent of "learning disabilities". even everyone here, every person who sits with the ADHD and autism labels and knows its probably part of their learning issues- the fact that there is probably so much more to it than you can even realize. and most people wont ever have the knowledge of depth to see that, or the proof of tests to see that.

i deeply wish getting this kind of testing but its insanely expensive. like, way WAY expensive. and its super important to get a good doctor for this (any Californians, i would gladly name the guy i am seeing!) but its not accessible at all (this series of tests take like, 6+ weeks but more for me bc i am more than just Learning tests. i am on week 10), which is obviously the main problem. hardly anyone i know will be able to get with kind of depth on Why they struggle. i am in a very privileged position to get to do this. its not bad to sit with labels like ADHD, or just know about your diagnosis of Autism (your Autism wont go away with this. you still have it. you'll just see the specifics, the stems to your problems) is what makes you struggle. this isnt a means to shame people or to say you have to do this in order to get better or get help.

but for me and i assume others, i havent been able to get the right accommodations for anything. society will never try to understand anyone cognitive abilities further and they NEED to make this shit more availble. I tried many things but none of them worked for me, but i also dont know WHY they dont work for me. putting aside the emotional struggles i am also doing in these tests (there is Cognitive testing and Emotional testing- which also makes things more pricey), i have been really really wanting to learn. just Things. it is all i want but I cannot, and the future feels impossible due to that. I try so hard to learn but nothing happens. i want to code, i want to 3D model, i was to up my drawing game, etc etc- even if i went for my assumed "easy" choice (simply production in entertainment) i still struggle to keep it in my head. it always feel like laziness, to sit down at try and then it doesnt stick, and that just makes you feel worse. Still i'd go and learn 3D modelling consistently for a week, but quite literally the moment i looked away from the donut tutorial, i couldnt do it. genuinely everything was lost from my brain. id redo it, i would do the donut tutorial again, but then thats all i could do.

learning with coding is no different, but i try to try very hard because i feel like i know it all "in theory", i look at stuff and i kinda can see what it all means. but right now as i try to learn Narrat, i am very actively seeing how the results of these tests are spelling out the problem. i sit down and look at documents but i cannot take in the reading material, but i see images and i get it kind of so i try- i look at someone else's game for some help but i dont totally know it. but i ask for help in the discord a LOT because i cannot process the documents they hand me, i cannot peice together what the documents say in order to solve the error i got, and only kind of get it when i connect an image of the code to what im doing, but there arent many pictures of what i need step by step and i get stuck again.

so many little things-- things that i cant really add up to just being ADHD- at the very least no one knows how to accommodate to my specifics anyways so i never get it solved. the autism may explain some things but it doesnt explain it all. I can't count change even on my fingers, i cant add things up on paper and i forgot how to multiply and divide. i forget things when theyre not in front of me, nothing i read stays in my head, nor does anything i listen to. i may work fast, i may process movement and things presented surprisingly well, but those four things (math, memory, listening comp, reading comp) are key things to learning that are SO awful it explains every reason i have been this way. i take it in quick, but it goes away in the blink of an eye.

i dont have ADHD by the way- it was one of those labels slapped on for years because "well your memory is bad, and so is your attention, and you have a hard time learning". and i dont disagree exactly, if i hadnt done this i would have been going along w my life with that label and it would have been fine- aside from the fact none of the ADHD meds i have taken over the years have never work, of course. or the fact i still wouldnt really know how to learn things because i dont have accommodations that actually help me make progress. i think i would still be sitting around stuck, thinking i am just stupid and there is no way around it.

point is- there is a lot under the surface. there are a collection of things that explain parts of your cognitive function and they all work on their own. and because i know this now, i can get very specific help. i can properly understand why certain accommodations in the past didnt work, what will work, and what i can do to actually try and Learn Shit. going through years of utterly sucking at everything in school is awful, it really knocks you down. Especially when you want to learn, you feel like you are trying so hard.

for more recent years i have sat here just thinking i couldnt do anything. watching family make progress as they age and feeling unable to do that too feels like shit and i hate the idea of never being able to put anything out there. i am in a place where i can live just fine without any job really, but i dont want to do that? i dont want to do nothing- even if it weren't a job, why would i want to sit around doing the one think i know- draw- and never be able to do anything else? id like it as a job but even outside of that i just want to know things like anyone else.

the fact that i feel far more hopeful than ever before is really a nice feeling. for a while it was a kind of motivation that was more like fighting a brick wall to proceed because even though i wanted something to change, i had no idea how it could. this isnt a clear "ok go do A and B and youll learn!". this will still be a long time of build. it will be a process as it would be for anything with learning and i still get overwhelmed by the prospect too, its still terrifying because i still wonder if it will really work out. but goddamn i do not feel like these many weeks of testing have been a waste- i really do understand far more than ever. its kind of sad to see, to have gone for so long without help, but id rather know it now than to never know and to always feel helpless and stupid.

[jjkrereadlb]

ok some random thoughts from the past few days that im not gonna tag with any specific chapter bc fuck knows i dont wanna go back and check the numbers lmao

When nanami dies in front of yuuji, as he is telling him his last words (“yuuji, youve got it from here”) he thinks to himself “no dont say that, it’ll just turn into a curse for him.” I think HE personally meant it metaphorically but its eerily similar to what his grandpa told him before he died (he said something along the lines of “live well help people blablabla… im giving you this curse”). So while non-sorcerers cant turn directly into curses (rather the small amounts of CE they leak out accumulates to become curses, over time and with many people), AND we didn’t see nanami turn into a curse (also bc hes not the type of guy to resent dying, we literallysaw him be bitter but ultimately at peace with the decisions that brought him to his death), its still potentially relevant how now more than one persons “dying wish” has “cursed” yuuji.

Do megumi’s shikigami count as parts of his soul? he didn’t feel the white dog die in the jail so obviously theyre not like a part of him or anything, but if for instance mahito touched idk the dog, would he be able to do idle transfiguration through it? the rship btw a shikigami and its user is still sort of opaque. For instance, geto tried to absorb the worm that toji used to store his weapons but he failed, and in the ch notes gege says its because toji had already established a “master-servant” relationship with it. I dont think that’s through a binding vow necessarily (can a curse without higher intelligence and language even enter a BV?) but still some sort of pact was done, which apparently doesn’t necessarily require CE as toji was able to do it. Then theres for instance yuuta & Rika1. In the fanbook gege says rika is able to see what yuuta sees even if they’re apart, though the opposite is not true (Y cant see what R sees). But still some sort of connection exists there. So would mahito be able to do IT by touching rika? Could he do it to Yaga through one of his cursed dolls? obv this isn’t especially relevant re: mahito bc hes dead lol, but im willing to bet that the minute details of this kind of thing will come up with the sukuna & megumi situation we have on our hands. I cant help but notice that almost every main character has either fought mahito outright or at least met him, with the GLARING exception of megumi, who through various circumstances is never around when mahito shows up. I wonder if thats bc gege is hiding something about the way 10s interacts with the soul. Hmmmm.

One thing thats been puzzling me is that we’re told that when gojo was born the balance of the world was altered bc he was so strong etcetc, so curses started getting much more powerful/higher In level. At the same time though, during the early manga, everytime one of our characters meets someone from the kenjaku squad, or even a finger bearer, they ALWAYS comment on how crazy powerful these curses are and isnt it weird how much stronger curses are these days, like you get the impression that they’re mostly used to dealing with grade 2s and below. So what is the truth???

[slime-stew]

the population of avatar is really just. straight up goofy. even if you try and be generous its 74% earth kingdom and 25% fire nation, and thats mostly because fire nation has germinated its seed everywhere but there's just. not enough land. they try and pretend like "oh look see hama and the swampbenders and hakoda" but cmon theres like maybe a few hundred water tribe people worldwide, and the few we see outside the tribes themselves only prove further how tightknit they are... like wow i guess the big cool waterbending master was dating grandma all this time thats not suspicious at all. in korra they try to imply it exploded in population or something? maybe they fucked a lot. theres def more than a few in republic city so maybe we're at a generous 5% of the population instead of like... 0.5%

fire nation is clearly second place. they have a lil funny set of island and they probably spread out a lot during the hundred year war but that comes off more as military outcroppings than having Beloved Local Cop so I don't think they much spread outside of being born in a prosperous nation. but genociding a whole nation honestly didn't change the population percentages much. i'd believe they're still a large chunk of the people in lok if not moreso just for funsies

theres one air dude in atla i think... then there's like five proper air dudes in korra (we lost the first guy i think? idk who that was), and a bunch of air acolytes. depending on how u count it theres like a few fingers worth of people or maybe a few hundred? its like really orders of magnitude here.

theres SO many earth kingdom fuckers though thats like most of the population holy shit they're everywhere. theres like 100 million ppl in ba sing se and then republic city is like 10 billion people i think so where else did all the earth people come from

also theres a bajillion spirits but they're chill