#the pms cravings got my ass

[stormyrainyday]

i have GOT to stop eating things i'm allergic to these foods are not giving me energy all they're doing is making my tummy hurt

[jujutsubaby]

🫧 skin care daddy 🫧

☆ pairing: satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: your skin's been breaking out recently and you're stressed at work and you have your sister's wedding to attend in a week. according to the internet, this is the best spa in town, and you're lowkey desperate at this point...it can't be that bad right? ☆ tags: modern au ☆ warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f!recieving), facial, dirty talk, fingering, flicking the bean?? idk ☆ a/n: guys i swear i am cooking in the kitchen with the asks from my follower event AND other shit OK!! sorry for the wait on everything but here is a little crumb bc i love u all!! i was feeling unhinged bc i saw two things: 1) a spa called skin care daddy and 2) a post or one shot where the reader got a facial from gojo and it cleared her skin. idk i just felt inspired to make this bc it felt the universe was asking me to. not proofread some plot with corn u know the vibes babes xx ☆ word count: 7k+

"sorry, we're all booked for this weekend and the next. we usually recommend that our customers book 3 weeks in advance for our services at the ritz carlton luxury spa." the lady on the other end of the line was objectively speaking very politely, but you were far too frustrated with your situation to notice.

"great, yeah, no, thanks." you say quickly, hanging up the phone and groaning into your pillow.

"no luck at the ritz?" you turn to face your best friend, nobara.

"they're all booked, what a surprise!" you say sarcastically, your voice still slightly muffled by the pillow.

"i mean, c'mon, y/n. your face is not that bad..." nobara tries and deeply fails to comfort you, making you chuckle half heartedly.

you get up from your bed and walk over to the full body mirror of your closet in order to get up close and personal with your face. your fingers stretch on the skin around your breakouts as you study them with determination, as if just willing them to be gone will do the trick. it doesn't.

"it's bad enough that all the aunties will say something snarky to me all day."

you're usually one to always follow through on your skincare routine, am and pm, and watch what you eat carefully so that you don't get breakouts. but you recently went through a rough patch (read: a hellish period) and your face took the brunt of the damage. it wasn't your fault you were having massive cramps and craved hot cheetos the entire week (it was so worth it) but now, a week before your sister's wedding, you're facing the consequences.

you sigh. the ritz was the fifth place you guys called that didn't have any space for an all day facial, but you couldn't run out of hope. back to the drawing board.

you open up your laptop and get back to searching on google maps, as nobara does the same thing. you're grateful she's helping you out during your, albeit, dumb crisis, but what are girl friendships for? a spa you've never heard of before suddenly catches your eye and you zoom in. skin care daddy? you read the finer print underneath it. best day spa in tokyo.

you snort. best day spa in tokyo my ass. if it really was the best day spa in tokyo, why have you never heard of it?

nobara laughs, almost on cue. "wait, dude, are you seeing this spa?" she turns her phone around and you see she's also looking at skin care daddy. "this has to be a joke, right? no way would they be allowed to open up a spa named that, right?"

"ohmygod, i was just looking at that!" you say excitedly. "it literally sounds like a sex bot made it for unsuspecting horny losers to click on and get like, a crazy virus." you both laugh at how ridiculous this place sounds.

nobara's laugh almost abruptly stops as she scrolls down the place. "wait, stop. this place has like...over ten thousand reviews and a 4.9 star rating..."

you immediately click on the place and take a closer look at the reviews and ratings and see she's right. "i don't think i've ever seen a place have this many reviews with consistent ratings?" your brows scrunch as you read aloud some of the top reviews.

"this spa has given me the some of the best facials of my life. i always come to this spa whenever i'm in the area, and the people working there are obsessed with taking care of their customers. 10/10" you're baffled by the review sounding so...weird but you think nothing of it. you make a mental note that you are kinda desperately looking for a miracle facial to help with your breakouts, so maybe you shouldn't count this place out just yet.

nobara half heartedly scoffs as she reads the next one. "i've had chronic acne and back pain for years until i saw someone from here who made me feel soo good. you'll be coming here all the time once you go. maybe even multiple times a day."

"how good can this place be if you have to go multiple times to make sure your spa treatment worked?" you say, rolling your eyes at these reviews. "these can't be real right?"

"they sound incentivized or like someone paid them to write it or somethin'" nobara surmises.

"maybe it's a cult or something," you say, causing both of you to double over in laughter.

"a cult disguised as a spa is a bit too insane, even for tokyo." nobara says as she scrolls through and skims more reviews. "aren't you looking for a facial anyway? everyone's saying they're really good here...you know...despite the..." she gestures with her hands the reviews on her phone.

"ugh, am i for real that desperate for clear skin that i'm willing to go to a shady ass day spa?" you roll on to your back on your bed and stare at the ceiling, contemplating.

"can't be that shady if it's ten thousand reviews. say what you want but that's a lot of reviews to pay money for."

nobara has a point. you grab your laptop and try to look for a link to their website and see they don't have a website. interesting. not a red flag but just interesting. maybe i have to call for bookings? you search for a phone number, but fail to find one.

"wait, are you able to find any contact for this spa?" you ask noabra and you see her squinting her eyes at the phone.

"no i wasn't but i saw a review that basically said this spa is a walk-in type of deal?"

"it's a walk-in but has thousands of reviews? how does that even work? people are probably waiting years in line to get in?"

"dunno," nobara shrugs, and puts her phone back in her pocket. "maybe it's like a 'if-you-know-you-know' type of thing so it's like popular through word of mouth of somethin'"

damn. even more shady, then. you chew on your lip and stare at the ceiling again, trying to imagine all the things your aunties will say to you at the wedding.

"27 and still unmarried? shame."

"oh, you really need to watch your diet, the breakouts will never go away otherwise."

"clear skin is the first step to find a man who will desire you, y/n."

you feel like your skin is burning thinking about the so-called "advice" you're likely to receive at the wedding. normally you wouldn't care, but your hormones have been kind of out of wack with the new birth control you started recently, and you're not sure if you can really take any form of bullshit other than your sister's this weekend.

your thoughts are interrupted by nobara getting up from your chair. "alright, i'm off to work. need a ride to skin care daddy?"

"yeah, actually," you say as you slowly get out of your bed and change our of your pajamas.

"wait, what?!" nobara says with wide eyes. "i was actually joking when i said that. are you seriously gonna go? y/n, i dunno about this one..."

"c'mon! it's like you said, it's weird but it's not necessarily shady..." you say, mostly trying to convince yourself as you put on a pair of your favorite lazy girl black flared yoga pants.

nobara seems to consider it for a moment before responding. "kay, fine. but if i take you there and it's some abandoned warehouse-"

"then we'll drive away. no way in hell i'm about to die for this place." you assure nobara, putting her at ease.

you quickly don a thrifted gray hoodie and put your hair up in a messy bun. you don't care to put on any makeup, since you're probably gonna have to take it off anyway. if the day spa isn't shady and in an abandoned warehouse.

you quickly grab your keys and wallet before gesturing to nobara to leave. she sighs, looking at her phone one more time.

"fuck it, let's go before i change my mind."

"okay it says it's just right around the corn-"

"OH MY GOD?!" you're unable to hold back your disbelief as nobara took the corner to, what you think, might the chicest and prettiest boutique you've ever laid eyes on. the front was adorned with a gorgeous light blue awning with european style bell-shaped pendant lights making it almost glow during the day time.

"what the hell...ain't no way..." noabra is at a loss for words for how fancy it looks. "they have the money to rent out a place like this but no website?"

"or have a phone number." you mumble as you open nobara's car door. you turn around and give her a quick wave. she tells you to give her a call and tell her how it is after and you promise to do so. as nobara drives off, all the skepticism evaporates from your body looking at the dainty and cute decor all over the place.

you walk in to a fairly large lobby, with a desk in the middle and waiting chairs surrounding it. the calming scent of lavender, green tea, and patchouli hits your nose, and your guard immediately drops; the aroma relaxes you almost instantly.

you look around and are surprised to see only two other women in the waiting chairs on their phone. one of them seemed older, kind of like a mother, and the other seemed to be your age, but far more demure.

"hey, there! welcome to skin care daddy! we're determined to take care of you all your needs, no matter what! how can i help you today?" your head whips around to the guy sitting at the reception desk, and you feel a bit embarrassed; he must've noticed how lost you looked here, and you force yourself to straighten up and regain your composure as you slowly walk to the front desk. you take a closer at the guy with shaggy black hair sitting in the chair in front of you.

"hi..." you squint to see the faint print on his name badge. "yuta".

"yup! that's me!" he chirps. you know he probably has to exaggerate his good mood for the sake of the job but it kind of irks you. "what can i do for you today, miss?"

"yeah, uhh...what services do you guys offer? i tried looking online but you guys didn't have a website and..." your wandering eyes can't help but look around skeptically around the front desk and the doors on either side of the lobby.

"well, we offer whatever you need, miss. just tell us what you're looking for and we'll have it. i guarantee it."

"okay, well. my sister's getting married next weekend and..." you gesture to your face. "my life has been all sorts of stressful and hormonal so honestly, i'm just looking for something that can help me feel refreshed-"

you're interrupted by someone entering in from the right side of the lobby door. it's a woman who, you must say, looks glowing. her skin is bright and she quite looks like she's almost levitating. guiding her out of the spa is a young man, around your age, with blond hair and round glasses. he's unbelievably built, with strong hands rubbing her back softly and a chiseled jaw. he's wearing what you think is the uniform of this place: white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and black slacks.

your breath gets caught in your throat momentarily. no fucking way. this guy works here? he's so fucking...hot. you have to force your eyes to tear away from him as you try your hardest to focus back on your conversation with yuta.

yuta chuckles as he follows your gaze. "ah, yes, mr. nanami is a customer favorite esthetician here. anyway, seems like you're going through a rough time and you came to the perfect place! normally, i would recommend the oxygen facial, but since you said you have a wedding..." yuta types something on the computer for a bit. "personally, i would recommend the full body tokyo special."

you're not entirely what an oxygen facial is, nor what the tokyo special is, and you feel even more stupid asking this guy who seems to be in college for more information.

"um, sorry, what's a full body tokyo special? i think i just need a really good facial."

"oh no worries, miss. i apologize. the full body tokyo special consists of a hands-on full body aromatherapy massage and our famous milkbomb facial, which'll do wonders for your skin." he winks at you. why did he wink at you?

you're unable to think about whether or not you even wanna do anything here when a group of men barge in through the left door of the lobby, laughing loudly, before lowering their voices.

one of the men is a dark haired man, seemingly a little older than the other two and yourself, but also very much ripped just like mr. nanami. you tried not to stare at the skin tight black shirt he wore that attenuated his pecs but miserably failed. he took the quickest glance at you and gave the faintest smile, revealing a slight scar on the left side of his lip. a scar that makes him sexier? you've gotta be kidding me. you follow his gaze to the older woman you saw sitting here when you came in, who know looks completely enamored by the man.

"there's my favorite mama," the man coos, holding an arm out for her as she skipped to him. he leads her to the other door, and you could hear them giggling and talking, as if this wasn't the first time they've seen each other.

"aight, see ya later, man." the other dark haired man said to his friend, before making eye contact with you, and then giving a slight smirk to yuta. he heads straight to the demure girl you saw when you walked in, and holds his hand out to her and she blushes and grabs it.

"th-thanks for seeing me again, geto-san." the girl says so softly that you have to strain your ears to listen.

"i told you to call me suguru..." you hear him joke as they disappear behind the door.

"like what you see?" you turn your head to the last guy, who now is far too close for your liking. you take a small step back, which makes him chuckle.

"yuta-kun! who do we have here?" the man asks boisterously. despite being indoors, he's wearing dark circled sunglasses. what a douche.

"oh, hey gojo-sensei. this is..." yuta looks at you, waiting for you to say your name.

"y/n." you say a bit too late, still trying to process the barrage of attractive men that just showed up all at once and what they had to do with the spa.

yuta starts filling in the man about what you were looking for, as you take in the man who's intently listening to him. he has white hair, and is wearing the same uniform as mr. nanami was, with three buttons undone and his hair slightly disheveled. he's also really tall. like really tall. like he towers over you easily tall. but also, just as well built like everyone else.

what is this place? you knew men could work in salons and parlors and spas, but this place seemed to be exclusively run by them. and not just any men, really attractive men. and what's worse is that you were not complaining. sure, it's a bit weird but there's really no other choice for you at this point.

"ahh, the tokyo special, huh?" he says, turning at you and giving you a bright smile which you suspect he gives to everyone who comes in here. "nice choice."

"he's the one who chose it, and i'm not even sure if i want it." you say, pointing to yuta, and trying your hardest to stand your ground. you have to really make sure this spa treatment is actually gonna help and not just a scam for your money.

"well, he chose right. i've never seen you here before, so you must be new here, right?" you nod, suddenly feeling really small and embarrassed about your attitude before. god, you're never one to behave badly in front of service workers. the hormones are really doing a number on your mood. maybe you could benefit from this "tokyo special".

he leans down to meet your eyes and takes off his sunglasses, and you’re face to face with the most gorgeous ocean blue eyes you've ever seen. through an almost hypnotic effect, you feel much calmer than you did before, and more trusting of him. "well, lucky for you, i've got an opening right now. i'll help you feel right at home." he gives you a wink, and you can't help but feel there's some other hidden meaning behind what he says.

"umm...well..." you say, holding on to the thin strings of your resolve.

"gojo-sensei is the best masseuse and esthetician here, especially for first timers like yourself, miss y/n. i guarantee you'll leave the establishment more than satisfied with his work." yuta assures you with a smile.

and with that, your resolve completely dissolves and you nod and hand him your credit card and he takes the information. gojo touches the small of your back ever so slightly, and you hope he doesn't feel you shiver at his touch.

"he just loves kissing up to me so he can get a full time job here after college. i'm his favorite cousin, after all." he says, making you giggle as you walk through the two panel doors into the spa.

"thanks for taking me in during your opening, mr. gojo." you say politely, feeling grateful as he leads you down the corridor of the neat, clean, and minimally decorated hallway.

"i think you're gonna be the one taking me in," gojo mumbles under his breath while opening the door to a room that looked like a doctor's office. a single lavender massage table greets you with small cabinets on either side.

you're unable to catch what he said. "what? did you say something?"

"i said call me satoru. no need to get so formal with me, i'm just some dude who works here." he chuckles. he locks the door as you sit up on the massage table awkwardly, unsure of how you should be positioning yourself or what exactly he was planning.

gojo goes to the corner and pulls out a fluffy white bathrobe and hands it to you. you're blown away by how soft it feels in your hands -- luxury at it's finest, you guess.

"okay, i just have a quick questionnaire i need you to fill out, probably will take around a minute," he says, as he grabs a clipboard with a pen attached to it from another drawer and takes a seat on a padded lab stool. he rolls closer to you until his long slender legs are almost touching your calves.

"alrighty here...okay, first question…” the questions gojo reads off are normal enough, with various clauses consenting to the spa treatment, confirming your age, and so forth. they don’t start getting weird until later. “ok last three, we’re almost done.” you notice a shit-eating grin on his face as he scribbles your answer to the previous question. “okay, are you a virgin?”

“what?!” 

“are you a virg-”

“i heard you the first time. what kinda question is that? that’s so invasive, what the hell are you play-” you’re ready to give an entire speech to this guy about how inappropriate and irrelevant the question is. 

“it’s fine if you don’t wanna answer it, i just can’t continue the treatment if you don’t.” gojo says this so simply and nonchalantly, as if the question was about your favorite color, and not an intimate detail about your sexuality. 

“okay, fine. not a virgin.” you cross your hands in irritation. 

“not…a...virgin…” you hear him say under his breath as he scribbles something you cannot see on his clipboard. you try leaning forward to see what he’s writing (and if there really was a question like that on the questionnaire but he quickly pulls it closer to his chest, giving you a teasing smirk. “are you on birth control?”

“y-yes?” 

“good to know. last question: got any STDs i need to know about?”

oh, for fuck’s sake. this is ridiculous. does he think you’ve never been to a spa before? the usual thai place you go to never asks this many questions. “do you have any STDs i need to worry about? what is this? 20 questions?”

“you can ask them to me back, i’d be happy to answer them.” he says calmly with a coy smile. “in fact, i’ll answer them right now. no, no, and no.”

you sign in defeat. “no for me too.” maybe this is what happens when a place has like, ten thousand 5 star reviews on google maps. they just ask the weirdest questions. there’s a small voice berating yourself for folding so easily regarding his questions, but whatever. you’re ready to get this treatment over with. 

“okay, take off all your clothes and wear the bathrobe. do you want me to step outside?”

what the hell kinda question is that? of course, he’s supposed to step outside? “um, yeah?” you say it almost obviously, not feeling bad about the attitude that’s coming out of you. 

gojo raises his hand in surrender. “sorry, just askin’...” he grabs his clipboard and steps out of the room, saying he’ll be back in five minutes for the warm up massage. you quickly undress yourself. you have a feeling he’s the type to come in within seconds of knocking on the door without checking to see if you’re decent. you’re unsure where to place your clothes other than the table next to the cabinet so you neatly fold them, hiding your underwear and bra within the folds of your yoga pants and sweatshirt. 

just as promised, gojo shows up five minutes later with one knock before welcoming himself in. he’s holding a dark colored glass bottle filled with a calming essential oil for massaging, and turns on the diffuser in the room. 

“thanks for undressing,” he says, looking at the neatly folded pile of clothes on the counter. “alright, here’s how this is gonna go. i’m gonna give you a nice full body massage to loosen your muscles up, and then we do the facial last, sound good, princess?” 

your skin tingles at him calling you that nickname, but you ignore it. there’s no way i can let my mind wander like that when he’s giving me a massage. you nod your head in agreement, and lay on your back slowly, fidgeting with the ends of  your bathrobe so that you’re not totally exposed to him. gojo slowly hovers his hands over you and lightly touches your stomach, patting it to get your attention, but it causes you suck in a breath a bit too loudly. 

“gotta go on your stomach for me for this one,” he says, urging you to flip around. “gonna undo this, okay?” he tugs at the knot you made on your bathrobe and you nod. he slowly undoes it, and you feel exposed as your breasts peek out through the sides. you cross your legs almost immediately, feeling incredibly exposed in front of a fully clothed gojo. 

you quickly turn on your stomach before he has a chance to take in your body. you feel his cold fingers slowly expose your back, as he stops right before the hump of your ass. you hear him squeezing out some of the oil and warming it up in his hands as he gets to work on your back. 

you suck in a sharp breath between your teeth as his cold fingers explore the knots on your back. 

“cold isn’t it? you’ll get used to my fingers, promise,” he says sweetly, as he hits a spot on your back that’s been particularly bothering you as of late. it’s too late when you let out a moan, and you hear him chuckle. “hit the right spot, didn’t i?”

he continues to undo the knot on your back, and moan back a breathy affirmation as you continue to try (and fail) to hold back your noises. “f-fuck, gojo, that feels s-so good…” you say in between his movements. 

you feel his hot breath in your ear. “told ya to call me satoru, don’t forget it next time, princess.” this time, the nickname goes straight to your pussy. it’s hard to cross your legs when you’re on your stomach and feeling delirious with the pleasure that came from the pressure of his slender fingers. 

unbeknownst you, your soft moans are slowly making their way down to gojo’s member, as he gets harder by the second. he doesn’t want to make it so obvious just yet – he’s just getting start after all. he can’t just blow his load this close into the session, but you’re sure as hell giving him a run for his money. 

“feel good?” you moan in response. gojo slowly inches his fingers down closer and closer to your ass, until it reaches the hem of your bathrobe covering it. “gonna move this down so i can do your legs, yeah?”

gojo will admit, he was a bit too excited to see your ass as he removed your bathrobe down before you could give a proper “yes” but it didn’t matter when you’re soft breaths were giving him the answer he needed. it takes everything in him to not knead the rounds of your perfect ass (he swears your cheeks were made for his hands) and move straight to your calves. 

he slowly massages the soles of your feet and calves with the oil as he moves closer to your thighs, all while relishing in your sweet moans. once he’s at your thighs, the real fun begins. gojo knows this routine like the back of his hands. 

you hear him sigh in confusion. “is everything okay?” you turn your head slightly to see him. 

“sorry about this princess, but you’re gonna have to spread your legs a little bit for me. it’s hard to get every inch of you warmed up, otherwise.”

you obey him almost too easily, and shift your thighs so that there’s more room for him to touch with his fingers. gojo’s hands reach up to slightly cup your ass, before his thumbs slowly slide into your inner thigh, lightly massaging you.

your breaths are getting shallower and louder, and you pray he doesn't go any closer to your pussy so he doesn’t see how soaked you are. you’ve never had a massage like this before, but you also don’t want him to stop. 

gojo’s fingers play with the space of your inner thigh before he spreads you apart, exposing you. you breath catches in your throat, and he performs the next part of his act. 

“we’ve got a pretty unconventional way of massaging our clients, princess.” you hear his voice straining. “gotta make sure you’re relaxed everywhere, but you gotta let me take care of you. think you can do that? all you have to do is relax, and let daddy do everything for you.” you can hear the lust dripping from his voice, but to be honest, you couldn’t give a shit at this point. 

“y-yeah, please, satoru, whatever you want. please, i just…i just feel so good right now,” you say, your eyes shut tight, and your hips practically squirming under his touch. you think you might go insane if he doesn’t touch you there in the next second. 

hook, line, and sinker. who’s gojo to deny your request? he graduated top of his class at his cosmetology and esthetician university, after all. his fingers glide almost too easily between your folds as he starts playing with your throbbing core. he can feel how needy your pussy is for his hands as he spreads your slick all over your core. 

the pleasure immediately gets caught in the pillow that muffles your moans. fuck, so this is what all the reviews were talking about. you feel his fingertips dancing around your clit and you want to shout at him to pay attention to it. 

“s-satoru~ p-please…i need you right there…” you say in between your moans. 

“where? here?” gojo’s finger taps your clit lightly, and it makes your entire body twitch with pleasure. he has to press down on the small of your back to keep you place as his fingers rub circles around your bundle of nerves, making you whimper. you unconsciously grind your hips against his fingers, trying to get close to your release. 

“need a better angle. face down, ass up.” gojo commands, and your body conforms to his words. you prop your lower body up with your knees while your face is sideways against the head of the massage table. he uses this now better angle to really rub his fingers into your folds and bundle of nerves, sending electricity throughout your body. you feel the dam building up inside you and threatening to break. 

“satoru~ i’m-i’m getting c-close…ah~” you hands grip on to the sides of the massage table as you brace for the earth shattering orgasm to rip through you, and with gojo’s deft fingers, you’re on cloud nine in no time. 

your body slumps back down and your eyes roll back as the vibrations of your release still radiate through your body. you hear  your pulse pumping through your head as you try to catch you breath, but you feel gojo’s now warm hands flip you on your back, and his face inches from yours. 

“you took that so well, princess. we’re not done, yet. there’s still another part of your body that needs to warm up.” you don’t have time to process what he means as he inserts two fingers into his mouth and then deep inside your entrance. your gasp is muffled by his mouth connecting to yours, hard, teeth and all. his fingers are long, and they easily find your sensitive g-spot as they curl upwards and bully your internal bundle of nerves. it’s quite embarrassing how quickly you’re ready for another release, and how hungry your entrance was for his finger, practically sucking them in and clenching around them immediately. 

“f-fuck~ i’m about to-” you don’t get to finish your sentence, as another orgasm rips through your body. gojo kisses you again to block your moans, and your hands wrap around his neck to pull him even closer to you. he playfully bites on your lower lip as you ride out your release on his fingers. 

gojo’s kisses turn into soft quick pecks as your breathing steadies and your eyes can focus again. “we’re not done yet,” he teases, slowly taking his slick coated fingers out of you. 

you don’t even have the energy to respond back as he flips you on you back. through heavy eyes, you look back up at him, biting back a moan as he restarts rubbing circles on your extremely sensitive clit. he needs to take off his shirt and fuck you already. 

“need something?” gojo teases, sensing your neediness from just your eyes. 

“take off your shirt, dumbass.” you say through gritted teeth. 

“try again.” he presses harder on your clit, and you let out an unsanctioned yelp through your teeth. 

“f-fuck~ please take off your shirt, dumbass.”

he smiles. “well, if you insist…” he rolls his eyes, feigning inconvenience, but the slowly growing tent in his pants says otherwise. gojo unbuttons his shirt, revealing a perfectly sculpted torso. now this is just unfair. 

“geez, my eyes are up here.” he teases, smirking at you as you quickly meet his eyes and feel your face flush. he unbuckles his belt and you slowly sit up from the massage table. you’re overcome with the urge to touch him, everywhere. you hook your finger to the belt loop of his pants and pull him closer to you. 

gojo smirks as he wraps his arms around hips and leans down to kiss you deeply. you feel your core ache for his touch again as his tongue explores your mouth again. you trace his perfectly sculpted torso, the indents of his abs slightly sweaty to your touch. your hands slowly make their way to the zipper of his slacks, but gojo immediately grabs your wrist to stop you from taking them fully off. 

“not just yet…” he murmurs in between kisses. while his lips are still locked on you, he slowly pushes your body back on the massage table and starts kissing down your bare stomach, the measly bathrobe long since discarded somewhere on the floor. gojo leaves small wet kisses along your body until he reaches your inner thighs. 

you suck in a breath as you involuntarily spread your legs for him, earning an enthusiastic hum from gojo, who’s still continuing to leave a trail of kisses that are inching closer and closer to where you need his mouth to be the most. “p-please~” you moan, your eyes closed in bliss. 

“please what, princess? use your words,” gojo coos, coming face to face with your soaking wet core. he blows on the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your legs to twitch.

you can’t stand his fucking teasing but you need to be eaten out, so bad. “f-fuck y-you, gojo~” you say, pushing your core up to his face, trying to aim for his mouth before he easily pushes your hips back on the table. you hear him tsk in disapproval, and tears welling up in your eyes in desperation. “please, your tongue…inside me…please~” you whimper weakly. 

“since you begged so nicely…” gojo says before he immediately plunges his tongue inside you, almost making you scream. his tongue expertly explores your folds and sucks on your clit, making you inadvertently grind on his face. “y’taste so delicious, princess,” he says between licks as he eats you out like it’s the last pussy on earth. 

his ministrations with his tongue has you teetering on the edge in record time, and you’re threatening to spill within minutes of him eating you out. as the third wave of pleasure washes over you, you don’t have the energy in you to ask for permission as you feel your body tingle in the aftermath of it. you think you made a mess all over the massage table and gojo’s face, but you don’t have it in you to care as your eyes roll back. 

you feel gojo unbuckle his belt and take off his slack and underwear, exposing his hard member in his hands. you can see the precum leaking out the tip as you weakly lean on your elbows to prop yourself up. 

“see, princess, all those questions did have a reason after all…” he says in between breaths as he strokes himself, looking at your naked glistening body. you spread your legs further in anticipation of feeling him. “but there you were, being such a fuckin’ brat about answering them…” gojo says, eyebrows furrowing as he brings his tip closer to your core and you bite your lip in anticipation. 

“guess you better fuck the attitude outta me, then?” you say, looking up at him through heavy lidded eyes filled with mindless lust. you don’t even care about the consequences or who hears or even if you get your facial – you just need him. every part of your body craved him. 

gojo wastes no time at your suggestion, his tip entering you as you let out a lecherous moan. you feel the initial pain of his larger than average member tearing your tight entrance apart, and bite back a moan. gojo grits his teeth as he lets out a steady throaty groan. 

“fuck, princess. so fuckin’ tight. sure you’re not a virgin?” 

“s’too much satoru, y-you’re huge…ahh~” 

“too bad, princess.” he says, surprising you as he starts thrusting agonizingly slowly into you, bottoming out and effectively reaching the sensitive spot inside you. pain slowly turns into pleasure as you indulge in the feeling of your g-spot getting kissed by his member – the spot that you can never reach by yourself using your own fingers.  

“f-faster, please~” you urge gojo, and he obliges almost immediately, quickening his pace. he bullies your sloppy and wet core, as he watches your titties bounce with every thrust. unlike most people his age, it’s times like this where gojo realizes he really fucking loves his job. 

he reaches out and gives your titties a rough squeeze while he remains unrelenting in his pace. he feels your pussy clench around him, and he knows you’re close, and if he’s being honest, so is he. but he cannot cum just yet, and definitely not before you do. gojo abandons your titties and slides down his fingers to your clit as he starts rubbing inelegant circles around it, getting you closer and closer to the edge. 

you feel the dam breaking once again as the combination of him rubbing and fucking you comes to a climax. the orgasm travels to every corner of your body, as you see stars in your vision while gojo fucks your brains out. you hold on to his shoulders to steady yourself. based on how sloppily gojo is getting, you can tell he’s about to get close, too. you’re about to brace for him to finish inside you, when he abruptly pulls out, earning him a confused look from you. 

“lay down,” he commands more than asks, as he hastily pushes your chest down on the massage table. your sweaty skin sticks to the faux leather, but you don’t pay attention as he moves to the side of your face, holding his soaked member near it. 

gojo starts stroking his throbbing leaking member sensually, and you innately open your mouth and stick your tongue out. so this is the facial? the dots connected in your head at the same time gojo’s ropes of warm cum decorated your face – chin, cheeks, mouth, and all. you hear gojo’s throaty groans as he finishes on you and make sure not a single drop that gets on or near mouth gets wasted, swallowing pridefully. 

gojo leans closer to your ear as he catches his breath from his climax. “that’s the milkbomb facial,” he says cheekily, and you can’t help but giggle. you both take a couple more seconds to catch your breath. you watch gojo as he puts on his pants and tucks in his shirt, looking like he didn’t just fuck the shit out of you. he runs his fingers through his hair quickly as he goes to the counter and pulls out a warm eucalyptus towel as he takes his time to gently wipe your face and body. 

“that was fun,” you murmur, looking at the ceiling, finally understanding what the reviews you read about this earlier place meant. you definitely came here, multiple times in one day for sure. 

gojo chuckles as he goes over to wash his hands and you notice his forearms are glistening with your release. “that’s why we’re the best spa out here, princess.”

you notice your legs shaking slightly, but you manage to hop off the massage table, slightly dazed. gojo notices and helps you get on your feet and put on your clothes. the entire activity is soft and gentle compared to how he was just a couple minutes before. 

everything that you both have done in the past hour finally dawns on you, and you suddenly feel very shy despite whatever the contrary happened on the massage table. it’s so awkward now, like, what do you guys even talk about now? does he do this to everyone? is this their entire schtick?

“do you…do this with all your clients?” you whisper to him as you follow him out into the hallway to the exit. you cross your hands tightly to your chest, as if it’s shrouding you from other people finding out what happened in the room behind you. 

“ah, i’m not one to kiss and tell.” gojo puts his hands in his pockets and glances back at you, giving you a quick wink as you follow behind him, trying to keep up with him as he turns corners.s

“oh, so you do do this everyone, huh?” you challenge, your shyness slowly melting away with gojo’s playful tone.. 

“did you enjoy it?”

a pause from you.. “yes.”

“then don’t worry about it, kitten.” gojo pauses before he opens the door and turns to you. “listen, i wouldn’t mind if you came here again for the tokyo special, you know. i’ll even give you a discount, too.” he says earnestly. 

you let out a giggle. “oh? a discount?”

“yeah, the tight pussy discount.”

“shut up!” you say, and you playfully smack his shoulder, and you both laugh. 

“so… is that a yes? i’ll see you next week?” 

you bite your lip. “maybe, i dunno.” you give him a wink before opening the door, and you both know fully well that you’ll be back on the massage table again in no time with gojo pounding into you. 

needless to say, gojo wasn’t lying when he said they were the best spa in town because by the time your sister’s wedding came around, your face was quite literally glowing. 

“wow! y/n – you’re just looking so radiant today! what’s your secret?” an auntie who’s name you cannot remember gleams, looking at you. 

you smirk, and try to hold back the heat from flushing your cheeks. “oh, just a really good facial,” you say. technically, you’re being honest, right?

“jesus, dude. is this all from skin care daddy?” nobara says, as the tenth person from the wedding compliments your skin. 

“you have no idea. they really know what they’re doing.” you say nonchalantly. you pull out your phone and text a recently saved number. 

you: got any slots for a tokyo special tomorrow?

within minutes you get a response: 

gojo: u know i do babygirl. btw a new guy just joined our spa. hope it’s cool sukuna joins to observe  😈

[dreadfuldevotee]

I'd like to discuss the elephant in the room. Why did we get zero Loumand sex scenes? We got hints and implications, but season 1 was pretty explicit. Do we think that that's a creative choice or something else is happening?

I'm glad I ended up ruminating on this for about a week because episode 7 & 8 really solidified my opinion on it.

I do wanna start by saying that it's very clear to me that there was supposed to be more explicit scenes between them. There has been some thoughts tossed around that censorship happened with the 9 pm timeslot (as opposed to the 10 pm timeslot of S1). I believed this hearing Assad and Jacob talk about the BDSM dynamic between Louis and Armand, but what really sold me on this was Production Designer Mara LePere-Schloop talking about the bedroom set and more specifically about their beautifully carved custom headboard. (If you're a production nerd like me or just want to know more about the design philosophy of IWTV I recommend giving the entire thing a listen!).

I think there are several reasons I think as to why they decided to leave any more explicit scenes on the cutting room floor but above them all is: you cannot separate Armand's sexuality from his abuse. I am really against pulling a "well if you read the books" card but reading just the first couple chapters of "The Vampire Armand" makes me understand so much about not only Armand as a character, but the care being taken to his adaptation. It's clear to me that alongside Rolin & Co.'s commitment to not watering him down to a one-dimensional villain they are also trying to not fall into Anne Rice's tendency to romanticize his trauma.

Sex and sexuality is not the same pillar of Louis and Armand's relationship it was in Louis and Lestat's and so I don't believe their story suffers from the lack of on-screen sex. But I also firmly believe that maybe we don't need to be slutting out the character who we literally just watched talk about how he doesn't remember his life before being sex trafficked. And even when he was "freed" he was still being repeatedly assaulted at the hands of, and under the eye Marius de Romanus. Like it is extremely important to remember that Armand's craving for dominion in his relationships is a manifestation of trauma that deserves the same level of care and depth given to every other trauma portrayed in this show.

I think people have gotten too comfortable calling IWTV a romance when it has always been Gothic Horror. Romance and sex are pivotal to the story but I have found the demands for sex scenes this season a bit absurd and also? unfounded? Loustat share more kisses on screen but there are two sex scenes and both are very plot relevant. I truly figured we were all in agreement that the eroticism of this show is found in the various displays of power, and the dynamics it creates and not the actual clapping of ass-cheeks...which also wasn't happening in S1 either. S2 does not suffer because of the lack of sex-scenes, but the likelihood if it suffering trying to make one work is

[reinerszn]

good boy ! — e. landry & mean!reader

content warnings: nsfw/smut, sub!ethan, afab!reader, unprotected sex, p in v!, e is super needy, mentions of bodily fluids (cum), e has a breeding kink, praise, established relationship, e calls reader momma, last of it is sorta rushed sry:(, if there’s anything else lmk! ♥︎

xylea’s note: literally over 2.5k words :O proofread once, sry for any mistakes. longer part for this! also, for all my works i envision it with chubby!reader :p but feel free to use your imagination baby!

ethan’s attention was not at all focused on the movie anymore. he couldn’t help but feel bothered and frustrated that you were denying his needs. he needed you so desperately, why couldn’t you see that? “be a good boy and you’ll get rewarded as soon as they go home, okay?” your voice was so sweet and promising, it got ethan’s hopes up. he nodded furiously.

some time had passed and it was already 11:24 pm. ethan was more than desperate now given it felt like it had been forever and time was going so agonizingly slow. “momma please.. just need your touch,” ethan gave you a pout, eyes filled with distress. “movie’s almost done e, just wait.” you continued to shut him down every chance you got. the pout was still visible on his pretty face. “stop poutin’ baby,” you whispered softly to the curly-haired boy beside you, hand caressing his inner thigh. ethan’s breathing hitched a bit from the sudden touch. so cute.

20 or 30 minutes had now passed and the movie was now done. you sighed softly in relief. “go switch on the lights, e.” he whipped his head at you, embarrassment visible in his eyes. he was still painfully hard and he knew it’d be visible to the others. ethan shook his head from side to side. you rolled your eyes and got up to do it yourself. “ugh, that movie was shit, tara,” mindy got up from the floor, reaching out her hands for anika. “you wouldn’t understand mindy!” tara snapped back. i chuckled softly at the two who were bickering their mouths off. “alright! why don’t we go home now, huh?” chad chimed in, attempting to stop their stupid argument. “ethan, you gonna stay?” chad looked over at ethan who was desperately trying to cover himself up with the blanket without looking suspicious. “u-uh yeah.. you go ahead and leave, i’ll stay.” chad nodded as he made his way over to the front door with tara, mindy and anika following out as well. both you and ethan waved a goodbye to the four as they left. you locked the door and looked back at ethan.

“you should’ve just listened baby..” you slowly made your way to the back of the couch, sitting your plump ass on the edge of it. “i- they would’ve saw!” he began to ramble on about how worried he was if his friends saw how hard he was for you. “that’s your fault for being so desperate. i mean, why were you even so needy in the first place baby? what made you so worked up, huh?” you looked at him so sweetly, even giving him a small pout as you hopped off the back of the couch to make your way towards the curly-haired boy. “i- i don’t know. you just make me get all worked up and excited i can’t help but crave you momma..” ethan admitted, looking down at the couch to avoid eye contact with you.

you took hold of his jaw firmly and made him look at you. “look at me.” ethan’s eyes widened, surprised from the sudden action. would it surprise you if you knew that his dick just twitched at the very act you just did? “s-sorry momma.”

“mm.. do you still want your reward? do you think you deserve it?” your eyes were locked with his and you could’ve swore you saw hearts in his eyes once you had mentioned his reward. ethan nodded his head furiously, curls softly bouncing from the motion. “p-please momma. i’ll be good, promise. i won’t even cum til’ you tell me, please?” all he could do was babble out promises that you knew were going to be broken by the time you touched his painfully hard cock that throbbed for your touch. “oh really?” your voice was lower than usual, a bit huskier as well. your eyes were filled with burning desire and you couldn’t help but think of ethan’s pretty cock spurting out his cum all over your hands. he bit his lip, nodding once more. “if you say so baby.. better stay true to your words.”

you straddled yourself onto his lap, hips sitting on his. your hands were wrapped around his neck as your lips were on his, kiss filled with such desire and passion yet with a sense of love and warmth. he melted into your touch and his brain had gone all mushy, no longer being able to think about anything else but you. ethan’s breathing began to get a bit erratic and would falter as he felt one of your hands travel down his chest and to his achy cock that was restrained in his grey sweats. he pulled away softly, desperately needing air. “momma please,” he whined out. ethan’s whines and whimpers were nothing but music to your ears. they sounded so heavenly and beautiful as they fell off his puffy lips that you would gently bite on whenever you’d feel like it. “please what, e? use your words.” obviously you knew exactly what he wanted but it was just so much better to see ethan beg and plead for it. “please touch me momma, ‘m so hard it hurts and it’s so achy,” his lips jutted out, giving you another small pout as his big eyes gave you that adoring puppy-like look. seeing him fall apart like this always made your heart swell and arousal form between your thighs. a cunning smirk was plastered on your face.

one of your hands slipped under the waistband of his sweats, squeezing his cock that was being held back from his boxers. you earned a groan from ethan as he threw his head back. “fuckkk.. momma.”

“what baby? that feel good?” you squeezed his cock once more, hand softly palming him afterwards. ethan nodded his head frantically as more whines and moans escaped his lips. “can’t hear you,” you said in a sing-song tone, teasing the writhing boy. “feels too good!” he managed to choke out between breathy whimpers. your palming became much more powerful, pressing against his achy cock. his body jolted as he slapped his palm against his lips, attempting to muffle his pretty sounds. “no no.. let momma hear you,” you stopped your motions and swatted away his hand from his mouth. needing his lips on yours once again, you kissed him, feeling ethan groan into your mouth. your hips were rubbing against his, cunt grinding down on him. you would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t just as desperate as your boyfriend who laid beneath you. ethan’s hips began to buck into yours, gravely needy for your cunt or at the very least, your hands wrapped around him. “please.. please please pleaseee,” he continued to babble out, desperate for you.

feeling just as eager as ethan, you got up to slide your pyjama shorts down, leaving yourself in your pink and lacy panties that ethan adored. you then went to slide ethan’s sweats and boxers down, just enough to see his cock. his tip was red and leaked with pre-cum, slapping and twitching against his stomach. you cooed at the sight, feeling so lucky to have ethan at your mercy like this. “so pretty baby… you want momma to help you?” you cocked an eyebrow at him. “yes— please i need it so bad.. just need your touch,” he whined out, adams apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly.

being such a generous girlfriend who always nurtured her sweet boyfriend, you couldn’t help but give in a bit. your hands were wrapped around the shaft of his cock, stroking it gently just to tease. ethan threw his head back once more, mouth agape as his pretty sounds fled his mouth. his physical reactions that his body always made, due to just your touch, never failed to get you all thrilled. “sucha good boy, making those sounds for momma..” your hands picked up their pace, going a bit faster than ethan had anticipated. he gasped loudly, eyes closed shut. “momma.. need your cunt,” he’d slur on his words, saliva forming on the corners of his mouth. his mind was blank and he couldn’t think straight at all. all he knew was that he felt good and needed your cunt squeezing all the cum out of him that he had for you. “soon baby.. keep being a good boy f’ me.”

ethan’s breathing hitched, abdomen clenching tight which indicated that he was indeed close to gushing out all of his cum on your hands. your pace had gotten slower by the second and came to a full stop.

ethan absolutely hated when you would do this and be so mean to deny or ruin his orgasm. “why’d you stop?” he whined out softly as he opened his eyes to look at you, “was so close momma.” you couldn’t help but smirk at the curly-haired boy who had a slick of sweat covering his forehead. his curls started to stick onto his forehead, covering his brows. “because baby, i don’t want you to cum yet. want you to fill me up,” your hand slid your lacy panties to the side as you were too eager to fully take them off. his eyes lit up with joy and his heart swelled at your words. he loved painting your gummy walls with his cum, filling you up to the brink with everything he had.

still straddling his lap, you lifted yourself off a bit, grabbing hold of his cock to align it to your slit. your cunt was practically drooling for ethan’s cock. a small hiss left your mouth as you sunk down, trying to adjust to how stretched out you felt.

ethan was big in length, a bit smaller in girth, but to you he was perfect either way. the way he fit into you, filled you up to the brim, moaned and whimpered out your name with such delicacy, would kiss your sopping cunt with his cock like he’ll never ever get anything like this ever again.. it was all so perfect and made you so cock drunk for him.

“fuck baby.. makin’ momma feel so good,” you felt ethan’s hands squeeze around your waist, slamming you down all the way to the base of his cock. you winced, feeling him brush against your cervix. you kissed ethan to muffle your noises and melted into his lips. his heartbeat grew faster as he placed one of his hands gently on the back of your head, kissing you more frantically as he leaned into the kiss. he needed you.. craved you.

“hnngg.. momma, ‘s so tight,” he said in between kisses. his hands lifted you up with ease and slammed you back down. “ah, ah- no touching.” ethan pulled away from the kiss to give you one of his pretty pouts like before. you smiled softly at him before bouncing all over his cock, making his face immediately contort in pleasure. a series of small whimpers, gasps, and ‘fuck’s left his puffy lips. his hands softly grabbed onto your hips, squeezing the warm and soft flesh, not being able to take his hands off you. as much as you wanted to swat away his hands, you couldn’t and you could no longer deny his sweet desire for you. he was being a good boy after all and just for you.

ethan’s stomach began to get tight once again, abs contracting. “w-wait.. wait momma i.. i wanna fuck into you, please?” he felt you stop bouncing, sitting down all the way to the point where your cunt took him at the base. “of course baby.. did you need me to lay back?” you questioned the curly-haired boy, eyes fixated on him. he nodded his head quickly as he pulled out, waiting for you to scoot over that way he can get you into the position he was dying to fuck you in. you couldn’t help but find it so adorable how excited he was. you sat on the side of the couch, eyes attentively watching your boyfriend move around.

he got off the couch and stood in front of you, taking hold of your pretty, plump legs. ethan’s hands pushed your legs against your chest, practically folding you like you were nothing but his little toy that he desperately wanted to please and be a good boy for. your tummy was so cute as it formed into two rolls; ethan absolutely adored it and probably would’ve came at the sight beneath him.

he slid in your tight cunt with ease, your slick covering him once more. a groan left both yours and ethan’s lips as he stuffed his cock into you, bottoming out. he took a quick moment to regain himself and by the time you knew it, he was fucking into you at such an animalistic pace. his thrusts were so deep, brushing against your cervix. all that you could say were a bunch of ‘fuck’s as your mind went hazy, no coherent thought in there! your hands clawed against e’s back, leaving pretty red marks that complimented his skin. “fuckkk ethan!” you felt ethan’s head nuzzle into your neck, peppering small kisses all over as his hips still drilled into you. that familiar knot began to wind in your lower stomach, threatening to break any second now. “‘m gonna cum babyboy.. momma feels so good,” you cooed out as your eyes were screwed shut, manicured nails still scratching at his back. “please, please cum,” he whispered into your ear, kissing it afterwards. his hips continued to drill into you, a bunch of stamina still running through his body. the knot came undone, snapping and you couldn’t help but clench around ethan’s cock. tears escaped your eyes, rolling down your rosy cheeks as your jaw fell slack, mouth agape.

“am i making you feel good momma?” he softly asked, tone sweet and innocent. the recognizable knot that once formed in his stomach before began to appear again, fast. he knew that with just a few more thrusts in and out of your sobbing cunt, he’d be spilling his cum all inside of your pretty womb. you nodded your head eagerly, “yes baby.. making momma feel so full,” you purred out, giving him reassuring caresses on his back with your thumb. “you gonna cum baby?” you could tell from his staggering hips and his unsteady breaths that he was so close to spurting out everything he had for you. ethan bobbed his head eagerly, whimpering out a small ‘mhm’. “good boy baby.. fill me up,” you cooed out once more. with just a few more thrusts of going in and out, like he had anticipated, repeatedly abusing your cunt to his full power, he collapsed; weight all against you, gushing out his cum inside your gummy walls. you could feel the thick, warm ropes of cum paint your insides and you purposely fluttered your cunt around him, just to milk out everything he had for you. gasps and stutters fell off of ethan’s puffy lips, hot breath against your ear.

as tired as you both seemed, ethan wanted to fill you up to the point where you could no longer take it. he planned on doing it. of course, he knew you would no longer deny him of his desperate wishes and needs and you would let him do whatever, given you were close to being too fucked out to notice his antics.

“we’re not done yet momma.”

[vampiretendencies]

wonder how i got by this week, i only touched you once

authors note; hi! this is my first but also not really my first jj piece. i had an old account here but i deleted it over a year ago, however my love for obx has not changed which explains why i am back lols. i am just testing the waters again here, and letting my thoughts go. i also proofread but sometimes not well enough so you may come across an error or two. gif and divider creds to owner. & feel free to send asks, guidelines for those are coming soon.

warnings; fluff, very clingy!jj, & language

summary; if jj could sow his skin to yours, he would.

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

an imprint.

you were sure that was all that was going to be left of you on that twin mattress. not that you were deemed in your last moments of life or anything, but because your boyfriend’s grasp on you in his sleep is not suitable for the weak. it should be described as something resembling a death grip. body tinging with restlessness & the mere moments of having laid here wide away for the past two hours. jj’s body heat radiating onto you at a battle with the sun, that is currently piercing through jj’s bedroom window at the chateau. who knew delirium would gather as quickly as it did, every time you peered toward the bathroom you swore it got three feet farther. hair plastered to the sides of your face, you huffed out of frustration.

jj was damn near on top of you. legs wrapped miraculously around yours, twisting and tangling themselves together. his black boxers riding low, as his waste lovingly crushed yours. the sleep weight of him, was like jj plus two. not to be dramatic but you were gasping for air at one point. his top half, guided by his bottom half. skin sticking to skin, whilst you glistened with sweat, jj somehow still had features like that of angel. well, pardoning the snoring. the abs of his stomach glided against your ribs, hanging onto you as if you’d be gone with one goodbye. the tips of his disheveled blonde locks tickled your temple. mouth slack open, roaring desperately into your ear.

what anyone would be thinking right now is, why not just fucking get up ?

two issues with that. the stickiness of your skin unattaching itself from his was sure to wake him up. anytime you made something even resembling a movement he found a way to force you close into him. and he would never let your hear the end of it, he’d make certain to whine and complain all day about “how you wouldn’t love him back” or some shit like that. he’s definitely more dramatic than you, however this was not cuddling. this was a bear hugging a tree and you were his tree to mangle and rip apart whenever he saw fit.

the other issue being, jj’s room has miscellaneous trash littering the entirety of it. in an instant, if your leg were to loom over the side of jj’s bed the crackling of a beer can or a water bottle was going to crush beneath your foot.

“fuck me,” you silently cursed yourself.

nearly approaching three pm, is what jj’s alarm clock read. you still to this day wonder why such an unproductive, procrastinating type person has the need for one, but that’s just jj.

you’d decided you couldn’t bear taking it anymore, combination of hot breath shelling your ear mixed with the stench of muggy air. you craved a shower, brushing your teeth, to piss for Christ’s sake, and your personalized skin care routine if you could muster up enough time to do so …

wriggling a tad, you pulled back the limp limb that is his arm which has been thrown over your neck for best part of his slumber. jj being a light sleeper, it was stupid of you to even attempt. within milliseconds his arm is thrown over your collar bone, whisping you into him once again. out of instinct a minuscule peck was placed to your ear lobe, his breaths interrupted by your movement. a faint grumble between his lips, signaling for you to keep your ass still.

but, you simply could not. you were going to get up, and you refused to feel horrid for it because jj has had well over his ‘must have’ eight hours of sleep.

“j,” you gulped. contemplating today’s reaction of the constant battle, you blink slowly awaiting his response.

a hm escaped jj’s lips, barely awake but staying awake because his girl never deserved to be ignored.

“let me up,” on the brink of a demand, his eyes opened fully at that, furrowing eyebrows out of frustration.

jj wanted you to save him until the both of you were buried alive. he hungered to be inside of your skin. the true depth of being his girlfriend, you already acknowledged those things. there’s no showering alone, there’s no eating alone, no going to the bathroom alone, you don’t remember the last time you did your own makeup alone. he knew that if he was going to be with someone it could not be just anyone, the dynamic had to work. he was aware of his neediness and constant clinging, you were as well, before you even begun dating you had the willingness to admit you always had a soft spot for jj. you weren’t sure if it was the empath in you and the sheerness of being a human being. he’d been abandoned and abused since he was young, you wouldn’t be the one to return the favor.

the both of you just work.

it makes sense that the passion and the ethereal ache for want has never left, loves you just the same as the day he met you in eighth grade.

bringing him to his now decision as to wether or not he wanted to actually let you up or to fuck with you.

“stay with me.”

he uttered; partially truthful, partially not. he despised the feeling of the empty bed settling in if you were to get up, though he’d known you were due for a piss right about now.

“i have to get up, m’all sweaty and you aren’t helping.”

your explanation was understandable, but he still wasn’t having it. an eternity encompassed in your affections was a dream, and living in that dream he would presume possible for as long as you’d allow him.

“suffer a few more minutes.”

“j, i’m serious.”

he edged a tight lipped smile, noticing the eye roll and glistening beauty of your forehead. eyes inspecting you as though it was the first time. your sports bra adorned just how he’d liked, chest rising and falling faster then usual, appearing as if you’d ran a mile and then some. something so sweet about the scent of your skin, he’d breathe in continuously saturating his senses in the symphony that is you.

“what’s a man gotta do for few more minutes hm?”

he’s atop you now, hands at either side of your head. towering over to make eye contact— a sign that you yearned for him as he did you.

staring up at him, a yes is on the tip of your tongue but you’ve sacrificed enough of your day dedicated to cuddling jj. shuffling his weight onto one hand his thumb dusted past your chin and to your cheek bone, trying to lull you back in all at once. tilting your head in a swift movement, he lowers himself itching to press your unearthly soft lips with his. you did not oblige, smashing a hand to his lips.

“you’re not getting a kiss.”

“then you aren’t getting up,” he chimed. “as easy as that, baby.”

“jj! i am hot, and i smell like ass, if you don’t let me up don’t expect a kiss at all.”

you bargained, unable to win this fight you’d be giving in within minutes.

“well, i for one, like hot ass .. your hot ass in particular.”

your throat ran dry, willing to just do it out of desperation for a shower. the feathered blonde of his hair wavered as his head turned about, with the click of his tongue murmuring a muffled tick tock against the back of your hand.

“one fucking kiss jj.”

you’d agreed, hand faintly falling backward as you embraced him. your lips pucker for a slight peck but jj had far more in mind. the peck tainted his lips, the peck was for hurries only. jj ruled this as a no hurry situation though to you it was past a hurry. when you pull away from the peck, jj writhes his hand around your neck gently. wrestling his pair of lips with yours, teeth pulling at your lip for entrance, and you didn’t find yourself pulling away. two tongues swiveling and swirling just the way jj liked. God, he just could not get enough of the way your tongue molded with his. besotted that they fit together just right.

you break the trance, not allowing jj to reel you back in again.

“gotta brush my teeth now, j.”

your voice somewhat pleaded, a small boyish pout forming. groaning and all the extras accompanying jj maybank.

“okay okay, i’ll give you a few.”

rolling off of you, he gave way for you to do all that you pleased. you grinned his way as he sent a toothy one back. you felt free, as you did all the times before you had to force jj off of you. you could move and you did so at a rapid pace, before the whining begun. kicking beer cans out of the way you seemed to take your first step to the bathroom but that is until the palm of jj’s hand collides with the bottom of your ass.

“hurry up, you sexy motherfucker!”

your cheeks tainted red at his outburst, all of the cut could’ve heard it. but you laugh with ease, at your attention seeking boyfriend.

“won’t be long okay?”

you offer him a hug, a show of infatuation; before you were officially off to the bathroom, with intentions of closing the door. he encapsulates you, swallowing you whole with his arms. he peppered multiple kisses to your forehead.

“don’t shower without me, pretty girl.”

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[11:56 pm] 

(cw: mentions of alcohol and throwing up)

This was not how you had imagined your night going at all, holding back the hair of your best friend while she threw up into the bushes outside a frat house. She had convinced you to join her at the party, to let loose with a few drinks, and dance until your feet were sore. What you would have preferred to do was curl up on the couch with her brother, but well... you couldn't really tell her that.

You met Renjun through Rena during your university orientation, she was bubbly and charismatic with a big smile on her face while she gushed about how excited she was to be your roommate and become best friends. It was impossible not to love her immediately. Renjun, on the other hand, was the opposite. He was quiet and reserved, he had taken a while to warm up to you, but he had become one of your best friends in your three years at university together.

Nights when Rena went out or was busy led to you and Renjun hanging out alone, sharing your secrets, finding common interests, and joking around with one another. It was really inevitable that it would evolve into something more, but things were still somewhat new and you both had no idea how Rena would react. She was your best friend, but she was his sister. You both didn't want to ruin anything until you both felt like she would be ready, but school kept throwing things your way and telling Rena just got pushed aside more and more.

You wished more than anything that you were wearing something warmer too, Rena had pulled a sleeveless shirt over your head and told you that the dancing would be enough to keep you warm. Clearly she hadn't planned on spending so much time outside.

"I'm calling Renjun, we need to get you home," you sighed, pulling your phone from your pocket.

"No! You can't, you know he hates it when I drink like this," she whined, until she gagged again.

You rolled your eyes, "We can't walk home right now, it would be safer if Renjun came to get us. I'll protect you from his anger."

She sighed before she agreed, finally slumping down against the fence before you heard her mumble something about wanting to squeeze you with a hug, but you were busy dialing Renjun's number.

He definitely wasn't happy to get this specific kind of call, but he knew the drill and he knew his sister. So even though he grumbled and complained, he still showed up 10 minutes later to pick you both up.

You both hauled Rena into the backseat, and began the journey home listening to Renjun's threats to not throw up all over his seats and how unbelievably disappointed he was to have to pick Rena up drunk and sick yet again.

"Whatever Junnie, you need to bone someone and get that stick out of your ass. Now, shut up and let me sleep," Rena groaned. Within seconds she was snoring against the window. Little did she know...

"Are you seeing who you chose over me tonight? Did you have fun seeing her puke up jello shots and lose at beer pong three times in a row?"

"She's my best friend, I have to make time for her. Couldn't tell her I was ditching her for her brother, and you know she had a rough week," you explained, pulling Renjun's hand into your grasp to intertwine your fingers.

He sighed, he knew you were right, "Still missed you tonight. I started craving that Thai place you like, but I knew you'd kill me if I ate it without you. Want to grab lunch there tomorrow we can try that ice cream you've been wanting after."

You had to suppress your absolute adoration. Renjun was so kind and considerate, he was the best guy ever. You were positive that if your eyes could become hearts, then they would surely be hearts right now. You pressed a kiss to the back of his hand, "Sounds perfect, baby."

You played with Renjun’s fingers as his playlist played softly over the speakers. It only took a few songs for you to recognize that it was one of the many playlists he had made for you. This one was soft songs that were perfect for midnight drives or slow dancing in the kitchen. If you could lean over and kiss him right now, you would. He was just so perfect. It was impossible to imagine anyone better fit for you than Renjun.

“Baby?” You asked, receiving a hum in response, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

The car swerved slightly, you had caught him off guard. He felt his face flush and his heart race, but he knew. He knew it from the moment he first spoke to you. “I’m falling-”

Rena groaned from the back seat, her eyes snapped open, "You gotta pull over Jun, I'm gonna puke."

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a/n: i’m baaaaaack! I got busy with homework one week and then I got covid, but I’m here now and admiring how pretty Renjun is in the header

[3raaaachachacha]

9:00 pm

Lee Minho x female reader / 574 words / angst / smut

Warnings: dirty talk, cursing, degrading, unprotected sex, spanking

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

Day twenty-four of kinktober - lee minho x dirty talk

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“I can’t believe how much of a whore you’ve been acting like since I got back from my trip,” Another loud smack to your ass rang throughout your apartment as a pathetic whimper left your lips, “You couldn’t just be patient with me. You had to make me jealous, huh?”

You had missed your boyfriend like crazy after their constant traveling and all you wanted was his attention once he was finally back for a bit. Yet all he did was interact with the boys as if he hadn’t seen them the entire trip. It made you mad, no, furious, that your boyfriend wasn’t thinking of you and your needs just a bit. So, what better way to get his attention fully on you than to make him jealous?

“You really had to sit in fucking Felix’s lap? Are you fucking kidding me?” Another hard smack to your ass and he rolled you onto your back before lifting your skirt up as the ripping of your panties sounded out. A gasp left your lips out of shock.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” You pouted with a fake tone, knowing you didn’t feel one bit of sorriness in your body. You loved when Minho got jealous and possessive. His dirty talk and rough tendencies came out and all you could think of was how he was about to destroy you over and over again to remind you who you belong to.

“Don’t give me that fake ‘I’m sorry’. You aren’t you little slut. You loved the attention on you. You loved making my blood boil. Just because you could get my dick in your needy pussy right after I stepped off the plane you had to go rub against another man?” Minho shouted as he continued to degrade you, “You fucking love this, don’t you?” He chuckled to himself as he forcefully ripped your shirt off you before tossing your bra off. You were fully exposed to him.

“I’m going to use you however I want. I don’t want to hear any whining or begging. I don’t want to hear anything actually. You’ll be quiet and take what I give you. Everything. Do you understand love?” He commanded as he gripped your chin to stare deep into your eyes. You quickly nodded your head, more than excited.

“Good,” Was all he said before he removed his clothing and slammed his dripping cock into your pulsing core. You loudly whimpered from the sudden stretch as he continued to ram into you, “Take my cock. This is what you wanted you hungry slut. Always craving me, huh? God, you feel fucking amazing.”

The filthy words that spilled constantly from Minho’s mouth made you drenched as he easily slipped in and out of you. You did you best to hold back any sounds you might make to please him in any way you could. This is what you wanted, and you would obey him, even if you wanted to scream to the heavens how amazing you felt.

Minho groaned at the feeling of your wet pussy, “Gonna cum for me baby? Already?” He chuckled to himself, “Good, fucking cum.”

He continued to ram into you at an inhumanly pace, not caring if you could take it or not. You let the knot in your stomach go as you let a fucked-out whimper escape your lips. Your boyfriend laughed at you, still pistoling into you, “Don’t think we’re done just yet.”

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- Admin 🦋

[odetodilfs]

Hopper x male reader Got caught.... Jim catches you sniffing his dirty underwear while you think he's at work. Sex and fluff CW: HEAVY scent kink, daddy kink, slight degrading kink and overstimulation kink

It was about 5pm, Jim still had a good hour left at work, but you were craving your boyfriend since he’d gone to work, you were so horny, fuck, you needed him. Then, you got an idea while doing the laundry: his underwear, you quickly reached into the basket and took them in your hands. You sniffed the piece of cloth, it smelled hot, manly and musky, you fell in love with the smell, you started sniffing it even deeper now, inhaling Jim’s manly scent, your dick immediately started growing in your pants, until a voice behind you made your soul fly out your body.

“Uh, you better explain this” Jim’s voice said, his arms on his hips, he’d caught you red handed sniffing his dirty underwear, “Babe- I-” “You were that horny you smelled my fucking underwear?” “Y- yes” “You’ve been so naughty…” he said “and naughty boys need to be punished” “I understand, daddy” you said, getting into immediate submission “Good boy,” he said in a husky tone, “Bend over on my lap, I’m gonna smack your ass 5 times and I want you to count after each one, okay?” he said, “Yes daddy” you bent over on his lap, you felt a swat on your ass and you shouted in pleasurable pain “One!!” you screamed out, another smack “Two!!” you flinched, again at the burning sensation, and another slap, and another one, and the final one was harder than the rest, you blurted out “Five…” your voice weaker due to your previous screams. Your dick however, was hard and leaking precum, and you could feel Jim’s poking at your stomach, hard and ready for action.

“Good boy, taking his punishment, now get here between my legs and suck my dick, boy” 

“Yes sir” you said, getting obediently between his legs, now your face was in the very source of the smell you loved so much, and you were dizzy with lust, taking in your man’s scent, and you put your mouth on his dick, he immediately grabbed your head and started thrusting deep, you gagged and choked on his dick but he kept going on “Fuck, it feels amazing when you choke on my dick… fuck!!!” he said, thrusting deeper, your vision blurry due to the tears that had formed from your gagging, he assaulted your throat for over.

“Come on sweetheart, I’m gonna fuck you good” “Oh Hop, please!!!” you begged, as he put lips on your ass, the beard scratching the skin around it topped it off, you squirmed as Hopper fingered you and ate you out. But you wanted his dick, “Oh please, give me your cock!!” you begged, while Jim just ignored you and kept eating your ass, after a while, Jim looked at your now loosened ass, “There, that’s good enough to fuck now” he said as he grabbed his dick and pushed the head into your entrance, you moaned loudly, “Daddy’s gonna fuck you hard for being naughty, boy” he said roughly, and he was right, he was gonna fuck you hard, after barely getting his dick in you completely and making sure you could take him, he started ramming it in, but you wanted it even harder, “Oh PLEASE!! PLEASE HARDER!!” you screamed as your prostate was being fucked past its limit, suddenly, while still hammering his cock into you, he grabbed the pair of underwear you were smelling earlier, or was it? Your vision was blurry from how hard he was fucking you, “You like my fucking scent you slut? Then fucking have it!” he shoved his undies on your nose, you sniffed it at it eagerly, that scent of musk pushed you over the edge and you screamed into the piece of cloth as Jim tirelessly assaulted your prostate, now you were being fucked right after cumming and it was clear that he was driving you past the point of self control.

He didn’t even take notice of your begging for him to stop pounding you, because he knew you wanted him to carry on fucking you, you looked at the clock, 6:30 pm, the man had been fucking you for over an hour and he still showed no sign of stopping, until you felt it again, your orgasm building up, “Fuck yeah, now let’s make you cum hard with that smell you love” he said, enclosing you into his body, the masculine smell was making you want to cum so badly until you finally screamed into his chest as you squirted cum all over Hopper and clenched your ass down on his cock, this finally brought him over the edge and he thrusted hard into you, harder than ever before and it hurt, but in a way, it felt amazing, as he emptied his massive load into you. You both stayed there, recovering.

“Come on, let’s get you over here” Jim said pulling you onto his chest and kissing you “I was too rough with you, I’m so sorry sweetheart”,

“Don’t be my love, I loved it, my ass is wrecked… but it feels good”

“I’m happy about that,” he said, smiling at you “so my dirty underwear, huh?” “Ok look I just love your scent, your natural scent I mean, it’s so… masculine and so… musky and hot, but also cause I missed you and wanted to feel you”

“Aw babe, I’ll promise I’ll try to get shorter shifts just so you can have me” he said, smiling at you with that smile you loved.

“Thanks dear, i love you” you said smiling back “Love you too, now let’s sleep, we’re both spent” he said, as you fell asleep in his arms.

Hope you enjoyed!

[alphys-kissy-cutie]

Alphys Kissy Cutie Masterpost

MAIN STORY

Pages 1-15 / 16-19 / 20-23 / 24-27 / 28-31

BONUS COMICS

Alphys Quits Her Job

More info below

Glad to see you here! I started planning this comic in July of 2023 due to not wanting my dream comic to be my first comic. This was supposed to be a short story, but... it's not going to be that anymore. I planned too much. I had too many ideas. I got too invested in the characters. Womp womp.

This comic is hand-drawn. This is because OK KO does this too and it looks funny. I color this digitally though, you can't make me buy a million colored pencils or markers. This is also going to be a big learning experience for me to draw things that aren't just characters. Bear with me, alphygoers.

I'll be updating with multiple pages every Saturday! I'm currently experimenting with what time works the best, but right now I'm trying out 12:00 PM MDT.

MAIN CHARACTERS THAT HAVE APPEARED SO FAR

Alphys

Did you know she's in this comic? I sure didn't. This came to me as a surprise. Alphys is a teacher at Toriel's school on the surface (this takes place around a year after Undertale's pacifist route). However, she got hit by a bus and ended up in the setting of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie! Uh oh! How tragic! Isn't that tragic?

Rouxls Kaard

AND NOW, A LITTLE LESS THAN MAIN

Rouxls was hit by a bus, so he's here too. He suddenly showed up with hopes of teaming up with our nerd emoji of a protagonist. Cool.

Mew Mew

The leader of the Kissy Cuties. I dunno what else to add, she just got here. Stay tuned.

Undyne

Undyne's running around jobless on the surface. She's living with Alphys and mooching off of her lmao

Papyrus

He's the one running around with Undyne the majority of the time.

Sans

sans.

Mettaton

The idol everyone craves! He lives in a huge ass mansion now and has made more of a name for himself.

LINKS TO OTHER COOL WEBCOMICS

This is a list of webcomics I've been reading recently or ones that were a big inspiration to my story. You should really check them out. They're great.

Starscale

This is my best friend's WIP comic! We've been developing them side-by-side for a long time now, so they're basically sister comics. The child version of the main character (Zoey) actually appears on page 7 of my comic... Also, the art and character design is really cool and detailed! No pages are out yet, but when they are, they will be at @starscalecomic

Twin Runes

This comic was a major inspiration for me to make an UTDR comic of my own (I'm worried my masterpost looks too much like theirs lmao). This is an UTDR crossover that's pretty funny and has a really cool art style to boot. You're more likely to know about it than this comic, but on the off-chance you don't, you can read it at @akanemnon

Forgettable

A comic based on the Papyrus is Gaster theory! The story's really cool, Alphys is there, the art's really great and expressive... it's awesome! Once again, it's very possible you've already seen it, but if not, it's at @forgettable-au

Gaster's Return

Another fancomic with Alphys and amazing art! It's about Gaster coming back after the pacifist route. Flowey's also really awesome and expressive lol. You can read it at @gastersreturn

[krviiror]

!! An@ diaries ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡

28 August 2024, 11:44 pm.

• trying to fast as much as possible..

• alternating between fasting n 300 cals max (volleyball)a day /week

Goal day reach:: 1st October 2024.

Goals::

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚Day 1...

September 1st,2024

• umm so.. my unlucky ass got my period the day after I was gonna start fasting 😞

When I get my period it's so hard for me to not binge because I start craving food even if I'm not hungry so I binged the whole day and failed ... Tomorrow ill try to fast since my period never affects me on the 4th day !! And it's also Monday so I find it easier for me to "schedule" my fasting and omad yk😓 but anyways I'll try do to my best to prevent myself from eating and since school started its been getting much more easier since im busy the whole day,yippie!!! But anyways bye babes I'll update tmr!🤗

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ Day 2...

September 2th,2024

• ok so..Today there was no school because it was Labor Day! So preventing myself to eat was a lil harder😓 But I guess I did ok today! For breakfast at around 8:45am I had 2 croissants which I had NO idea it was almost 300 CALORIES EACH. So I def had a lil moment of regret after eating it🤗🤗 but it's wtv I guess🙄 luckily I was occupied for the rest of the day deep cleaning my room so I didn't eat anything except chew on sugar free gum😛

at around 2:30 I went to play beach volleyball with my friends which we played for like 4 hours straight so I ended up burning most of the cals I got from the croissants!!! After we got tired we went dep and I tried monster for the first time!! It was the white sugar free one and it was only 10 cals so I was very happy abt that!! I didn't really like the flavor tbh.. but it's still a good "safe food" when I'm eating less than 300 cals ! After that I walked home so I was able to burn a lil more calories and my mom made pasta so I had a plate! And that's all for today🤭

Since tmr I'm going back to school I'll be able to fast/ eat less than 300cals for the week! That's all goodnight guys!:)

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚Day 3...

September 3th,2024

... I actually wanna kms😞

So I had volleyball tryouts/practice today and I had this plan to only eat a small meal for lunch so I can atleast have some energy for volley... and that's what I did! I had one hotdogs which was able to fill me up for the day and I was able to burn it all out during volleyball! So I decided to starve for the rest of the afternoon and when I came home my freaking brother bought like a whole ass feast for the both of us and I was trying sooooo hard to resist but I felt bad bc he used his miney and he's always so kind to me and I couldn't lie to him bc ik he knows yk😞 so my fatass ate a freaking cake and shawarma thinking if I drank a 100 cal smoothie during it would make a difference but no it did not🤬🤬 u honestly feel so guilty and disgusting bc I just CANNOT PREVENT MYSELF FROM EATING. AS HARD AS I TRY I JUST CANT I END UO GIVING IN☹️☹️ and I'm honestly so done with saying "oh I'm gonna fast the whole day tmr I won't eat anything and catch up" like no girl why you lying😞 please if u guys have tips to avoid and YK HOW I FEEL PLEASEEE HELP A GIRL OUT💔💔

[muscari-melpomene]

From the Grounds Up

Anti knocked back the rapidly-cooling remainder of his hot chocolate, and sighed with contentment as the remaining warmth spread through his chest. He washed the cup with quick, deft movements, and set it aside to dry. By the door of his shop, a large grey-brown mutt stretched with a groan. Anti whistled at it.

"Mutt," he called quietly, and the dog's ear twitched dismissively. Anti grinned.

Step back from this scene. Step back from the man behind the counter, leaning against it with his shoulders relaxed and his back straight. He's been standing like that a few months now, more at ease than he's been in his entire short life. Step back and look around his warm little shop.

The walls are exposed brick. There are plain wooden shelves set into it between two windows, containing a few trinkets and random decorations that took Anti's fancy. There are a couple small corner tables, and there is the counter with a neat row of seats at it. The shop smells strongly of coffee and spices, in the refreshing, comforting way that most cafés do. It is dark outside, and the dog by the door – Mutt, as we've learned his name is – is napping, utterly content with his lot in life.

It is dark outside, and the sun hasn't been seen for hours now. The café has only just opened. The sign outside that declares Coffee Talk cheerfully to the street flickered on at precisely 10 pm.

Step back into the shop, and take a deep breath of the warm, spiced air. You, and anyone else craving a warm drink and pleasant company, are welcome here.

Anti glanced up as the bell over the door jingled, yanked abruptly out of his thoughts. Damien was already hanging his long coat on a hook by the door.

"Evening, Anti," he called over his shoulder. Mutt dragged himself to his feet and snuffled over to Damien hopefully.

"You've got my damn watchdog rolling over at your feet," was Anti's reply, and Damien only smiled, reaching down to give Mutt a scratch behind the ear.

"You hear how he talks to me?" he murmured to the dog, "I'm his best customer and he swears at me the second I'm in the door."

"Henrik's my best customer, I could set my watch by the guy if I wanted."

"Henrik orders the same three drinks in rotation," said Damien as he slid into his usual seat at the counter. "You hate that." Mutt wandered to his spot by the door, and collapsed again with a loud sigh.

"Point," Anti conceded, "but at least I always know when he's coming. He'll be here in twenty minutes. You, on the other hand-"

He reached across the counter and flicked Damien's forehead, earning an offended noise as Damien swatted his hand away.

"-You haven't been here in a week and a half, D., what gives?"

"I've been busy," said Damien, as usual.

"With what?" asked Anti, as usual. Damien gave him a pleading look, and Anti dropped it. He was barely upset anymore anyway; the familiarity of the interaction soothed his lingering disappointment at Damien's long absence. Anti took a mug from under the counter and filled it with hot water to warm it.

"What kind of night is it?"

"The usual," said Damien, propping his chin on his hand.

"With your fancy-ass lavender in it?"

"With my fancy-ass lavender, yes."

Anti bit back a grin. Damien swearing in his calm, articulate voice always made Anti want to laugh, but the man looked tired, so Anti would hold back from any more mockery for the time being. Including reproaching him for having something as boring as a usual. Anti was feeling forgiving today, apparently. Maybe he should fix that.

He emptied the mug he'd heated, put a sachet of earl grey in it, and refilled it two thirds of the way with water just cooled from boiling. He hummed to himself as he let it steep, doing a few last checks that all of his brewing equipment was clean and ready to go for the evening.

The tea finished steeping, and he tossed away the bag before adding a hint each of vanilla and lavender syrup, stirring them in thoroughly before steaming a cup of milk and topping off the mug.

"A London Fog with lavender for his majesty," he snipped as he set the mug in front of Damien. Damien rolled his eyes, and took a long sip.

"...How do you always make it better than I ever can at home?" he sighed, setting it back on the counter. "It never tastes right when I do it."

"If I told you I'd have to kill you," said Anti brightly, and said nothing about how he'd narrowed it down carefully through trial and error, and Damien liked the drink best when the tea had been steeped just over four minutes.

"Mutt," said Damien, glancing back at the dog, "he's threatening me again. Sic 'em."

Mutt lifted his large head to stare at them for a moment, unimpressed, then set about licking his paws.

"...Impressive watchdog you've got there."

"He just doesn't think you're worth showing off for," Anti shrugged, and Damien gave him about the same look they'd just gotten from Mutt.

The door burst open, and a man with long hair half tied back and a satchel overflowing with notebooks and papers rushed in. He shoved himself into a seat at the counter, only avoiding falling out of it because Damien grabbed the back of the chair as it tilted, and hoisted the satchel onto the counter, half-emptying it in front of him.

"Ginger latte," he said by way of greeting, and Anti rolled his eyes and went to pull an espresso shot for the drink.

"Breakthrough?" Anti heard Damien ask as the machine grumbled to life and spat fresh grounds into a waiting cup.

"Maybe," said Marvin, "don't talk to me."

Anti tried to focus on making the drink, and not the anxiety coiling in his stomach. This happened at least once a month. Marvin was always having a breakthrough, always just on the edge of figuring out how to track down- well.

Anti wasn't thinking about it. He had a drink to make.

A small amount of fresh ginger grated in on top of the espresso grounds. Tamp it down. Pull the shot. Steam the milk and pour, and a bit more ginger on the froth on top because Marvin liked his flavored lattes to kick him in the teeth a bit.

"Drink up," he said, brushing a few papers aside so he could put the drink on the counter. Marvin didn't say anything.

"Marv."

"What?!" he snapped, looking up, then: "Oh- yes, thank you."

"Your shirt's buttoned wrong," Anti told him. Marvin looked down.

"Ah."

"When was the last time you slept, Marvin?" asked Damien. Marvin got that impatient look about him that said they were in for an utterly incomprehensible lecture.

"There are more important things-"

"Than your own health?" said Damien mildly, but Marvin had already started.

"-than getting my bloody eight hours- I am so close, so close to finding it, him, the escaped experiment- I finally got into the ruins of IRIS-"

"You what?! " snapped Anti, reeling back.

"I snuck in!" said Marvin, a deranged light in his eyes, "it was so simple in the end, and right there in the center of it was the site of the incident- the human remains there are mostly decayed, which is a shame, I'm no forensics expert, so I can't figure much out from it, but the magical traces remaining down there are- the energy is different from anything I've ever seen, if I can find a match for it-"

"That's trespassing, Marvin," said Damien, and Marvin waved a dismissive hand.

"Neither of you is going to say anything- but listen, this energy-"

"Marvin, for fuck's sake," Anti interrupted, a little louder than he'd meant to, "drink your damn latte before I scald you with it."

Marvin, miraculously, fell silent, staring at Anti. Damien was also staring at Anti. That was not what Anti had been hoping for.

The bell over the door jingled again, and Anti looked to it like a drowning man to a plank floating by.

"Henrik!" he called with visible relief, and Henrik raised an eyebrow at him.

"...hello."

"Oh, good," said Damien, "someone with sense- Henrik, come talk to Marvin."

"What's he done this time?" asked Henrik, hanging his coat up and sitting on Marvin's other side.

"I haven't done anything."

"Dumbass snuck into the smoldering fucking wreck of IRIS on- I'm gonna guess two hours of sleep?"

"Three," Marvin shot back, glaring.

"Marvin," said Henrik calmly, and Marvin realized his mistake. Anti stepped into the back as Marvin started trying to defend himself, doubtlessly only digging himself in deeper.

The store room door shut behind Anti, and he sunk to the ground, pressing a hand to his chest – breathe, Anti, breathe, in and out, nice and slow, don't hyperventilate, throwing up in here would be a health and sanitation nightmare, just breathe – and curling up in a little ball. The earthy smell of stored spices and herbs surrounded him, grounding him just a bit more.

Marvin was always having a breakthrough on one magical matter or another related to the incident at IRIS that had taken place eighteen months ago. Most people would have given up by now, but Marvin wasn't the type. The more he was told to let something go, the deeper he sunk his teeth in it.

And now he'd gone and broken in to what remained of IRIS. He'd found traces of energy there that he could study, something tangible to follow the tracks of. Something, if Anti had to guess, sharp and electric. Something made of dark, distorting strands woven into the form of a human. A man who was more solid now, more steady, less inclined to cut into someone and drain them to stay alive.

Who just wanted to be left alone.

Anti made himself look up, look around the store room. He ought to do inventory while he was here.

"...need more mint," he mumbled to himself, voice dry from his ragged gasping earlier. "Jamie'll be devastated..."

"-Don't want your help-" came an irate voice from outside, and Anti dragged himself to his feet.

On the edge of destroying Anti's life or no, Marvin was a fucking mess right now, and it was Anti's shop he was making that mess in. He really shouldn't leave Henrik and Damien to corral the whole thing.

Marvin was carrying on at full strength still by the time Anti reached the counter. Henrik hadn't raised his voice yet, but was starting to look fully annoyed rather than just exasperated.

"Doc," Anti cut in, "let me get you a drink for dealing with his shit."

"That would be lovely, thank you," said Henrik, shoulders relaxing a hair. "Coffee with honey, please."

"Coming right up."

"Now, Marvin," said Henrik, turning back to the scowling magician, "listen carefully. You're only going to make a mess of your research if you do it in this state- I'm not finished."

Marvin, who had opened his mouth to start talking again, shut it, and glared instead.

“Thank you. You will finish your drink, and let me finish mine, and then I am going to walk you home, and you are going to go to sleep for several consecutive hours."

"And why would I do that?" said Marvin, arms crossed. Anti set a sweetened coffee in front of Henrik, who nodded politely in thanks.

“These are a lot of handwritten notes on paper, Marvin," Henrik said, running a finger around the rim of his mug. "It would be a shame if something were to happen to them. Something... caffeinated, for example."

Marvin went a bit pale. Henrik smiled faintly.

“Which of us do you think has faster reflexes just now?" he asked, tipping his mug just slightly. Damien managed to turn a laugh into a cough, glancing away. Marvin's eyes flicked from his notes to Henrik's mug and back. A long, tense moment passed.

"...Fine," Marvin huffed, starting to tidy his notes away, "I won't get anything done with you here anyway..."

Henrik lifted his coffee in a toast, and took a long sip.

Time passed quietly after that. Anti spent his time bothering Damien, with Henrik chiming in occasionally and Marvin halfheartedly sketching complex diagrams in one of his notebooks. After a while, Henrik paid for both his and Marvin's drinks, and firmly escorted the insomniac magician out, giving Mutt a pat on the head as he left. Damien took a long sip of his second London Fog of the evening.

"That was a shitshow."

Anti snorted, and Damien grinned tiredly.

"Yeah," said Anti, smiling, "yeah, kinda was."

"Are you alright?"

"What did I tell you about worrying about me?"

"That it was annoying but cute."

"I never said 'cute'."

"Ah, but you did," said Damien, looking far too pleased with himself, "you said it while Wilford was here, and he reminds me of it daily. You really ought to know better by now."

"I should," Anti conceded, "but it's funny when Wilford teases you."

"I never said 'teases'."

"This is Wilford we're talking about."

That got a laugh out of Damien, and something in Anti's chest warmed at the noise.

"You have a point," Damien said. His smile crinkled his eyes at the corners. He pushed his empty mug across the counter, and Anti took it.

"Another drink?"

"No," he said, sliding out of his seat, "no, I really ought to be getting to bed... thank you, though. Have a lovely evening, Anti."

"Have a good night, Dames," said Anti, watching him go. He took his coat from its usual hook, patted the dog, and was gone. Anti stood there a moment, watching the door. Mutt yawned, and Anti shook his head sharply.

"Time to close up, I think," he mumbled, and went to wash out the mug.

[plasticfangtastic]

Can We Be Lonely Together? Ch.6

A Homelander X Stalker! Reader fanfic

This is a GN reader fic, but you can see it as a male leaning fic or Homejoe fic, this is a slow burn.

Author's note: this is a long chapter so warning, but on that note I'll be going on holiday for the next 5 days so I prolly post the next chapter next wk. Thx to all the folks reading. previous chapters in #my fic tag in me blog

Sypnosis: You're a mind reading supe who's gotten a little too enamored with Vought's number 1 hero, he just won't like the lenghts you took to make yourself his favorite.

R18+ smut, anal play, bruise kink, S.A mention, cannibalism mention, inmoral everyone, CSA mention, blood.

Chapter 6

Working 9 to 5

Together you wrote my schedule:

8:30 am– head to work

9:00 am to 12 pm– actually do work

12- 12:30 pm– Lunch

12:30 pm and onwards– It was Homelander time whenever you demanded my attention… much to the chagrin of my colleagues.

Your distractions with Soldier Boy, Maeve and Noir certainly meant  you alloted me time to do my job– and my actual duties. My time solely dedicated to doing the job of five people (making my days end at 8 pm at the earliest), and the superpowered nuisance forcing me into overtime… folks too self absorbed to notice how much pressure this department was falling into did not help my grief. It was easier to walk out for a coffee, shoot some Compound V in the Starbucks toilets, and walk around the city to find crimes happening live to send them to whatever chump needed a spotlight, just so I could finish my reports.

Swimming on the same wavelengths, you came to my rescue.

Any amount of stress, any craving for a distraction, support or affection, I was there for you.

You could come into the room, shoot me a text even though I never gave you my number– sometimes watch you type live the messages you had for me just so I could formulate the perfect response. Not that we ever had lengthy conversations. It was mostly just you telling me to go to your penthouse, boardroom, randomly selected location, or to perform some innocuous task that would make me stay past clocking hours… you seemed happy to make me walk, and stress me out just wanted to push my buttons, alleyed when I complied with gusto… and we both got to relieve.

Sitting me in your lap as soon as the doors closed on your servants, sitting on mine if my room was solely occupied by computer screens and us.

Today it was the boardroom, meeting was adjourned, it had been a mundane meeting with the remaining members of the Seven some boring discussions about filling up the emptied slots since Starlights and Maeve’s departure, all you wanted was to be with your son and make your fans happy… or that’s what you told yourselves.

You chuckled and pulled me by the hem of my jacket, making me drop the stack of files you had so urgently requested by your feet, maneuvering my hips with unsurprising ease-- by now I had grow accustomed to how much discipline you had over your own strength, masterfully manipulating just the right amount needed to force my whole weight to move at your whims, I try to hold my laughter forcing some restraint as you purr into my stomach, dropping me forcefully into your lap, gloved hands pulling my dress shirt open, your tongue licking its way to the nape of my neck, nipping at my neck, your breath hot against my jugular, your laugh reverberating all across my body covering me in goosebumps, as leather burns possessive lines on my back, every bruise that faded was just another spot for the Homelander to paint.

Admiring your work, kissing it better, grumbling quietly as you plan your next stroke, cupping my ass forcing me closer as you kiss every bruise you can, every bite, every line.

It was all yours without reproach, a warmth build in your stomach as I held your neck egging you to kiss all that was yours, your kisses gentle as I shuddered from the ecstasy born from agony.

I wanted my whole body to be your canvas, every future glimpse in the mirror I would see your warhols, while you struggled with the fragility of my body and how willing I was to let you break it, your eyes looked at me half smiling as you took my nipple into your mouth. 

Sucking and moaning forcing me to quiver, your tongue drawing circles gasping as you sucked harder wanting something motherly from me.

“Such a sweet boy working so hard to make mommy feel good.” It was nice when you let me control your movements– let me spoil you, mi sol.”

"Spoil me?"

"Rotten."

Letting me pull you into my lips, kissing until my lips turned blue and all I wanted was to suck the spit straight from your tongue, your hand forcing my head still pushing me closer to you, covering my ears until all I could hear was a high-pitch timbre.

You could be so quiet.

"How much do you want this?” you purr into ear, licking my neck back down to my lips making sure to nip my it gently but enough to make it bleed– tell me you silly thing.”

“If you don’t fuck my brains out in the next five seconds I swear to god I'll shave your fucking eyebrows!”

“What did my eyebrows ever do to you?” we both share the same ragged laugh, as you hands finally undresses to pull my pants down– oh fuck.”

“Had an inkling you might be stressed out.”

“That's… you've been walking around all day with six inches?” your neck meets your chin-- to help me?"

“seems... so far doing a better job than you”

From the look in your eyes you took that personally.

Your fingers wet with just enough spit as you thoroughly fucked me, playing around with your speed until I’m left quivering and squirming around your arm while you watch in delight how my mouth struggled to keep quiet. Facinated with how just the right amount of pressure and speed had my mouth looking like a bunch of W���s. trusting deeper as people walked by oblivious to our office debauchery.

Your long tongue spreading me wide, eyes half open watching my every move as my hands glue themselves to my mouth, holding back painful mewls as you force me to cum for the sixth time.

Your cock, hotter than the rest of you, I wanted to be smothered under your heat, happy to be elevated from the stiff surface, cradled around your arms as you trusted in me.

You cried wetly into my lips, filling me up, your cum oozing from within me, kept warm by our mingling heat.

“Be good for me, and don’t spill it.” You closed me with my not-so-forgotten toy– don’t you fucking dare waste a drop of it.”

“I'd rather die, sir.”

This warmth inside me began to feel strange, your hand lingering on mine as we finally parted, Homelander making sure to get a last glimpse as I headed back to the elevator, John snarking at the picture.

Your idea of romantic outings needed some examinations on the occasion you found me outside during your patrols, a simple ding had me running to the nearest alleyway so you could scoop me, and fuck me in some dingy roofstop, but you did bring vodka, and flowers on the occation… holding my whole self with little effort, bouncing me on your throbbing cock by lifting your fingers up and down from underneath my legs, forcing me to scream and sough into your neck, as I tried to hold back.

And when you finally decided I deserved a bed and privacy, you took to entering my home, surprised at how little reaction you earned when you knocked on my window up on the 15th floor.

But it worked for us at the time, for we didn’t have a name yet for whatever this was, sure I understood it would take time for Vought and the people to come to terms with this, plus the timing wouldn’t be right either– not to mention you knew I still had unfinished business with my ex.

By the end of that first evening together I’ve come to realize that you had bad taste in partners, how could they all quit so easily at the first sight of insipid behavior when you could give a hoover a run for its money. You could devour with more panache than needed, greedily forcing me open, sucking and slapping my cunt with your fingers and tongue, until I was mewling, and begging for mercy, the more I cried as you left my entrance puffy, red and drooling– the more you ate, leaving me nothing but hair to pull, shriveling and unsure of what name to call after.

Couldn’t even pretend to run away from you as you had your way with me, all you had to do was give me a glint of red around your corneas, a smirk and you pulled me right back with a finger… quite literally. 

I wanted to run– by now I knew if I let this go further I wouldn’t be happy with just close friends… that I’d grow needy… impatient waiting for you to make up your mind about us. I was content to receive your kisses, to watch you play with the hues of my skin, to fill me up in gold, to let me be the only one that ever calls you ‘the sun’, I knew that as I rested in your arms, wrapped around my quilts, the TV playing one of your favorites “Fight Club” just dozing up to the sound of your observations-- your friend somehow the only one who understood the movie out of the two of you.

Youse always leaving by the time I fell asleep.

But it worked for us at the time, for we didn’t have a name yet for whatever this was, sure I understood it would take time for Vought and the people to come to terms with this, plus the timing wouldn’t be right either– not to mention you knew I still had unfinished business with my ex.

Roman had become impatient, knowing the expiration date on my life began to draw near, I had to continue doing better– I never meant to stumble upon any of these things, finding it hard even for somebody of my expertise to crack these files that both Edgar and Madelyn had hidden so well, whatever it was they’d paid it had been quite a hefty sum for this much encryption, and with Roman’s threats increasingly more virulent this could be my white whale. 

I could’ve send him your files let Roman expose Vought for the crimes against you, I just couldn’t… the whole country would rally behind your pity party, for they knew not of your long list of crimes but their symbol… and if that symbol had been a little boy raised in a metal box denied food, affection, touch, and even a name– It would be easy to spin on your shareholders’s favor.

You see John… I didn’t want that… I wouldn’t… so I had to pray to the gods that this would be worth it, for I was finalizing the details of my escape plan.

The music faded as you took my earphone out, so focused on finishing this report that I’d failed to notice your presence.

It had been weeks since Maeve’s death, and Ryan's introduction to the world… The whole company was scurrying away trying to make your son work, writers running on narcotic stimulants, and energy drinks to try to come up with a story good enough… The real story wasn’t sufficiently marketable.

“Busy?”

“How can I help you, Mister Gillman?” I tried to smile but I was honestly so exhausted.

You took a nearby chair rolling it towards me, you sat taking the mouse from me to open one of the tabs on my screen.

“You hadn’t answered my texts all day. So I thought I would give you a visit… Ashley is chaperoning Ryan around… he wanted to buy some Lego sets, but these assholes decided to schedule an emergency meeting– you wouldn’t have anything to do with what’s going on with the stocks?”

I hand you the spare phone in my drawer after unlocking, for you to see the barrage of abusive messages that Roman had been sending me for the past few days.

“Nope. That’s just the market at the moment. Sorry I missed your texts I was finishing a report… and I got you what you wanted”

Taking a large folder off my pile as a present to you.

“Pink is Best, Blue is okay and green is 50/50… There aren’t many schools in the country that have specialized Supe classes… so most of the schools are still for normal civilians except these ones go to swanky private schools, keeping the search relatively close even tho you and Ryan aren’t limited by distance… I think he’ll really like number twelve.”

“Why?”

“Their school has a film program for High School students… and an equestrian club. Is all in the dozier.” I look towards you as you pretend to skim the pages– kid’s talented he could be the next Spielberg.”

You rolled your eyes, John already had a vision of his future, to you this building was his.

“Still for people. Glad you did this… can’t trust anybody with this… not right now.”

Your paranoia was well placed. You were completely right about what Vought had planned for Ryan, and now that he was around they had begun to plot ways to rid of you, to give him the right kind of origin story. Your demise had to sell tickets, some calculating how much return they would make from your funeral.

“They currently have seven enrolled Supe students, not enough for a class but enough for Ryan to make friends with.”

You gave the folder a couple flicks pretending to give it much attention admiring one of the 50/50 for it was the furthest from New York.

“So I gather you’re looking at real estate for me?” You said cocking your head to the screen– is a bit drab.”

“Needs a bit of love and elbow grease-- is for me.”

“You want to commute 5 hours every day from Rushville? or take a plane from Argentina?”

This I could dread.

“No, it's not like I can fly, mi sol. If I don’t give Roman something juicy soon I’m dead… look… I’ll be resigning from Vought in a couple weeks, once I find a place and figure myself out it is a bon voyage for me.”

“Can we talk about this nonsense over dinner? tonite?” there was an unusual tizzy in your voice, that caught me off guard– we have a lot to dis–

“Can’t tonight I have a work dinner with an old colleague.” 

“What the fuck you’re talking about? With who!?”

“I know is difficult for you to hear this but having you select the kind of information I can leak just so you can catch Roman in a white collar conspiracy is nice, and I mean if he wasn’t one of the richest men in America I’d think your idea was beyond clever, but is not good in the long run. If I can’t get something on Roman… I’m dead. I got an old colleague… His name is Kent Lark, he’s a journalist at USA Today…  he’s the guy I fed info to, and the guy who found me clients and victims to extort. He has some hacker friend who won’t deal directly with me, so I gotta meet Kent to organize such services”

“I’ll kill Roman then. So dinner at my penthouse, or should I organize something…”

“He’s not your problem. Do you have any idea what would happen to Vought, and yourself if you got caught!? If the cops suspected you? Look your lil’ minions can clean up a thousand supes messes, and you can kill anybody you like! but if you kill a billionaire then I assure you that his side will have the money, and allies to make sure you face consequences! Fuck even my plan will only get him off my back for a couple years at most, and that’s even if he goes to jail!”

“What’s your plan then!?

“The IRS… I know Roman has been laundering money using his dozens of charities to avoid paying taxes, especially his wife’s help the homeless foundation… talking ‘bout millions of dollars a year… insider trading will get him what 2 years max… mine will get him 5 and if I’m lucky the state of New York will force him to pay double of what he hasn’t paid. So he’ll be too broke to find a way to kill me, John. Not to mention what it would do to his company, and once the head falls they’ll start investigating the rest...I just need him away from me.”

“So you were always intending to leave?” The way your jaw clenched made a pit in my stomach, your glassy eyes darting away from me as you tried to understand, you looked at my screen– I have a cabin…upstate. I had it redecorated not long ago… you can stay there.”

“I… I… don’t know what to say… I was… I wish… I wish you could kill Roman, and come out with impunity… I mean we aren’t really dating… so why would you risk anything for me?” I took your hand desperate to comfort you– Mi sol… let me handle this myself… I don’t want you getting involved in my affairs if they’ll hurt you."

You became flustered hovering above your seat shaking your head slightly trying to keep his composure.

“So what!? You’re saying I can’t help you!? Me!!?”

Your mind wanted to ask me something else, in your head you had been courting me and in all fairness you did just ask me out for dinner– just a second ago… I still regret not noticing that even right now.

“I cannot let you. If something happens… if anything goes wrong it doesn’t just affect you, but also Ryan… I can’t be the reason he gets hurt.”

“I won’t go to prison for killing anybody! You think they can even contain me?”

“If you want to help… get The Deep to hire more dipshits for this department so I can focus on getting rid of Roman instead of wasting my time doing the job of other people.”

“Do whatever you want!” You marched out still carrying the document.

You left me be for the rest of the evening, I hurried out much to Anika and Wen (the guy with glasses) dismay, I rushed home throwing something nice, and ran even more to make it in time– all while you watched me from afar, I could tell you disliked the desperation in my face as I tried to look good for this man you never met, snarling as I bothered to dry-shampoo my hair and styled it in a way I hadn’t for you, scoffing when I spend a whole minute picking up a shirt– because I never plan my outfits ahead for you or nuthin’.

You followed close-by until I made it to a posh looking restaurant, your brother questioning the absence of light coming from within the venue, it was apparent it was close yet I still met with him.

Your opinion on him was poor from the start, all you saw was a lanky, mild mannered journalist with okay hair, the closer you got the more annoyed you became by our interactions finding it hard to believe I didn’t mind that nasal southern accent… bothered as to why I would want to be so cordial to a chicken farmer, I could go on about the list of things you found wrong about him after making Anika give you a report on Kent.

So you stayed there, and I made sure to sit away from the window.

The restaurant was obviously empty except for my Dolores who you had failed to acknowledge. She brought the first wave of appetizers and drinks, peeved that she didn’t stay to interrupt us.

“Is he listening or watching?”

“Watching… unsure if he’ll leave anytime soon…”

“Jesus he’s insistent but I guess the rumors weren’t wrong… you would be surprised about the amount of missing women and men whose last known location were a square mile away from his bedroom.”

“I’m well aware, Kent.” I handed him a hard-drive– he has a penchant for following  birds he likes… usually gets bored once they don’t live up to his fantasies… don’t fill the void.”

“What a creep.” Kent was teasing you when he looked out the window– and then he kills them?”

“Only if they reject him outright.”

“Should I worry about you, sugar?” He looked at my bruises.

“I’m just a fling. Either way I need those files ASAP, capische.”

“What’s the hurry?” Kent was an easy man to read, he lacked internal dialogue watching the world in pictures– how dangerous is this? Is this about Roman because I got my guys almost done with that atomic bomb. Roman made too many mistakes with the women’s charity.”

“They want him gone. Homelander… They want to mold Ryan to take over, and they’re in a tizzy trying to figure out how to get him out of the picture… permanently preferably. His DNA is patented company property, by extension the young master is property of Vought and being the only natural born supe known to man makes him more than worth the risk.”

“all 'cuz the kid is the next step of human evolution then.” 

“They’ll keep away from him and Homelander, if I can get proof of what they did.”

Kent stopped eating, looking just as curious as you are right now.

“They were more of him… if they failed to live up to their expectation they… eliminated them… from what I could gather from the oldest remaining researchers minds… they were trying since the 70’s using samples from Soldier Boy, Liberty, Mindstorm, Skandia and Five-Oh” I had to take a drink for this part, just skulking my drink and I could hear you thinking I must also find him unpleasant for you knew I only drank when you offered– they used girls… coma patients or runaways… Homelander mom was probably 14 if not 13 when she had him. The kind of girls who wouldn’t even be able to verbalize what they were experiencing.”

“Jesus fuck. You… you sure!?”

“Is hard to track these people, okay? I got some addresses and found some who were still alive… had to take more compound V to get this… but Homelander has been more than happy to let me steal some…especially when he’s being so needy and curious. I did find a lot of files about his childhood, but most of the stuff about the others and the women I couldn’t find out in the “open” but in some memories… look Vought will not recover if the public found out they got some comatose tween forcibly inseminated with high-specs supe spunk! Then kill her kid when they just didn’t show progress. I’m sure if I could've met Vogelbaum I could get some nasty fucking shit out of him… I think we’re looking at at least five siblings just from Soldier Boy alone.”

I feel sick saying those things then and even now.

“What does Soulja Boi have to do with him? And I’ll go back to that Homelander bit.”

“That’s his father… They want Ryan to take the mantle of Soldier Boy, breed him into a better American hero… make him serve in war just like his grandpa… they put a lot of money behind getting something like Ryan into this world, can’t let his dad interfere when he is one bad day away from setting the whole country on fire.”

Now he had the drink.

“There’s also… my current priority… There’s a file I labeled ‘Priority’ one of his board members had a peculiar thought not long ago– what send me down this rabbit hole… one of them thought that maybe Madelyn kid… was his, so I decided to dig… and stumbled upon locked documents, no financial records or recorded evidence Stillwell received IVF treatments outside, yet in an old email she had told her assistant to clear her schedule to attend a local clinic… guess what Kent there’s no record of her using that place, so my only lead was one file saying they performed a couple rounds of ICSI on an unnamed woman… collected a sperm sample from another not so unnamed woman.”

“One of his laids?”

“Seems if he fucks them and kills them they make sure to clean up and collect his leftovers”

“So your only lead is circustancial at best! A clerical error on a file that could be attached to anybody, not just Stillwell” I did dislike his mocking tone– amateur hour. So why does the Homelander know you’re a super?”

“I haven’t told him, he just knows… we’re just pretending that I’m just very good at stealing, and is not him helping me from the shadows… he’s been right a couple times, if anything I think he much rather he wasn’t. Look if this is proof Teddy Stillwell is his son… then that kid is in danger.”

“So Y/N don’t tell me you and that man have more than just a fling. The fucking ice queen suddenly feeling sorry for him just because he grew up like a monkey in a cage!? Don’t pretend this is the saddest twink you ever met! You met worse Y/N, no matter how sad his backstory is… that man is a monster.”

“He is not. I’m worse. I spend every miserable single day of my life listening to some of the worst humanity has to offer, and I can’t help… I tried… you know I’ve tried to do better… but… there’s nothing I could really do– Homelander is just a trigger happy chappy…”

“Bit rich coming from you Kent. You made sure to destroy your husband’s family so your socialite boyfriend would have no choice but to marry your ass, making sure you got his trust fund, poor Bruno.”

Neither of us noticed when she came with the third main.

“And our best friend is a cannibal.” 

“Once he finds out you learned about this… if this is real… is game over.” I hated how confident Kent sounded– you can’t fix him.”

“I don’t want to fix him. I just wanna see where this is going to go.”

“Your funeral.” Kent was right about funerals just not mine… yet.

By the end of my meal I had lost my sanity, thinking of how much I could destroy your life by mistake.

I handed Kent a weapon of mass destruction, and left.

I knew you had left halfway through the dessert tasting.

Somehow there I was back in this fucking elevator, heading to your floor, somehow I had run to the nearest bakery still opened to buy my forgiveness, somehow I even bought ice cream even tho you weren’t a fan, and after I got my change it was all a blur by the time I got back to the building.

I had woken up outside your door, to strange sounds.

Looking back I was quite dense to not notice how early you had given me a copy of your keys, even though I’d already made my own by then. I entered expecting you to yell at me, but there’s nothing but a soft whimper in the air, and the sound of steps.

Everyday I could shut down my powers for a maximum of four hours a day. Why did I waste minutes trying to be silent when I entered your home? 

“What the fuck are you doing here!? Don't you have a date!” 

Probably my sorry excuse for a survival instinct kicking in at the worst hour. I dropped my bag and next thing I knew I was rushing after you, taking your face desperately trying to find out if this blood was yours.

[andithiel]

🌅📝

Hi! Thank you so much for the ask! I think I may have got a little carried away, but here you go! (Putting the acutal text under a cut because I'm not sure how interesting people find my life to be 🤣)

Thank you again, this was fun!

🌅 what does your evening routine look like?

Depends a bit on if I have to get up at ass o'clock the next day, but basically

Staying up too late after I've said I'm going to bed, scrolling my phone

Keep scrolling while brushing my teeth etc

Pointedly tell my husband I'm going to bed (unless it's ass o'clock day, he's a night owl and I know he doesn't want to go to bed at 9-10 pm)

Scroll while I wait for my husband to get ready

Talk for a bit with my husband before we settle. If it's an early night he'll come and kiss me goodnight instead

(Sneakily read fic when husband has left, if I've started reading one that I can't put down. Curse myself the next day when I haven't had enough sleep)

📝 do you have a WIP (work in progress)? share a piece of it! (bold of the creator of the list to assume I only have one WIP), but here's a snippet/beginning of a fic I started for Drarropoly I think 2 years ago, and still haven't been able to let it go (also may or may not gift it to Etalice)

When Ginny calls off the wedding two months before the date, Harry takes up running.

It’s not entirely new, he’s done it before on occasion, for exercise, but after the break up it becomes a necessity, a craving (obsession if you’d like, because that’s who he is). Every minute he’s not outside, pushing his body to its limits, or passed out on the floor afterwards, limbs sore and heavy, he thinks, and feels. Neither of those things have ever been his forte.

So Harry runs.

[andipxndy-writes]

What made you start writing for Alex Rider ? And what do you think adult Alex would be like ?

oooh, thanks for the questions anon!!!

What made you start writing for Alex Rider ?

i actually grew up reading alex rider!! it was the first series i started reading in my adolescent years (before pjo even) and when i got to uni i bought the whole series to reread them again. because i read them a lot at school. at the time i was reading them in secondary school, i was already writing an ncis fanfic, so i ended up planning and writing a crossover fic to add in my love for alex rider (i'd also been reading a load of alex rider x ncis crossovers at the time). and that fic is MEANT to be a series (which i haven't written for in a while and will eventually get back into when i get back into ncis).

but anyway, since i slowed down on that series, i just... went into writing just alex rider stuff. i wanted to keep writing for the fandom, i wanted to keep writing fun stuff because alex is such a fun character to explore. also i got back into reading alex rider when nightshade came out, so i thought i'd test out my writing for it again. and i WILL get back to writing again when my writing increases in frequency again.

And what do you think adult Alex would be like ?

what do i think adult alex would be like? simply put: jaded. he's gone through a lot in his childhood - orphaned and never knew his parents, and the only person he really knew as a parental figure loved him but lied to him his whole life, and then died when he was 14. and then, since then, he's been manipulated by the british government into working for them. i'm a whole ass adult who pays taxes and i have very little love for my current government (and before anyone says anything, 3 PMs in 1 year??? come on). i cannot even imagine how alex feels being forced to work for THAT.

at the same time, i feel like he'd work really hard to hide being that jaded because whilst he seems like a loner, alex isn't a loner. he was made that way by not getting to go to school a lot. he strikes me as a guy who was often social, and he'd probably still crave that in a way. he'd still want friends, still want to go out to parties. he's a pretty good liar, and he can count how many people know his secret on one hand. so he'd still go out, still try to make friends, still be social. tom would probably still be his wingman, getting him into a bunch of parties and trying to hook him up with people that alex knows he won't last with because he's jaded and self-destructs.

the thing i don't know is whether he'd still work for mi6, or whether they'd release him to work for another portion of the government (they couldn't let him go with him knowing all those secrets, no way). maybe he'd work his way up the chain, making it to director or up to being tulip's most prized agent. maybe he'd get injured out in the field and be restricted to office work. maybe he'd try to leave and end up irreversibly trapped.

so many possibilities, and all of them end with alex constantly traumatised and needing therapy but still going out and self-destructing whilst tom tries to be his wingman, in my opinion. (or maybe he manages to get himself a partner by himself... but he still self-destructs, absolutely.)

[x--daughters-of-darkness--x]

BATTLE BEAST Singer NOORA LOUHIMO Opens Up About Weight Struggles And Depression

BATTLE BEAST singer Noora Louhimo has opened up about struggling with generalized anxiety disorder and weight.

Louhimo, who last year released her debut solo album, "Eternal Wheel Of Time And Space", under the NOORA LOUHIMO EXPERIENCE banner, joined BATTLE BEAST in 2012 with no previous experience as a metal vocalist but quickly acclimated herself as the replacement for Nitte Valo (a.k.a. Nitte Vänskä).

Earlier today (Monday, December 12),the 34-year-old Finnish-born vocalist took to her Instagram to write: "Have you ever thought of losing weight? Are you depressed or anxious? I have, ALL MY LIFE.

"I have been struggling with eating disorders and my weight since I was a little child and still trying to find a balance. I have been depressed and anxious sometimes 'without a reason'. Just resently it appeared, most of this was caused by the imbalance in my body that was caused by life without routines and bad decisions. I wanted to start a journey to myself and what I COULD DO to make myself feel better in my skin and in my head.

"SO HERE, this method is worth trying:

"1. Go to sleep and wake up everyday the same time (for example: I wake up at 7 am and go to sleep 11 pm) AND sleep everyday at least 8 hours. There can be exceptions like when I have late shows. But 90% of the time my goal is to keep the same sleeping rhythm.

2. Eat at least 3 times a day, 3-4 hours between the meals. (For example I eat breakfast, lunch, dinner and evening snack) Your blood sugar stays steady throughout the day and there are less cravings.

3. Move your ass - Find your sport and do it at least 3 times a week. (For example I love dancing, gymnastics and running (with Bobby my dog.) The most important thing is that you have fun.

4. Talk nicely to yourself and avoid judging - if you keep talking to yourself as you would talk to your best friend (supporting, loving, kind way) this will make your thinking into doing eventually and you have more believe in yourself and what you are doing. It is important to be the kind parent to yourself - Sometimes it is okay to have a sweet snack or lay on couch and watch a movie. But sometimes it is time to say to yourself: Enough is enough, now go and seize the day, enjoy life. After all, we all are here trying to do our thing, trying to succeed in life, enjoy life, make life, be inventive, be something, BE HUMAN.

"Today is a good day for thinking - What kind of life I WANT and HOW DO I GET IT. OR I am part of life on this Earth, what kind of part do I want to play in it?

"Have a nice thinkful Monday".

In an interview with Metal Divas, Noora explained how she ended up fronting BATTLE BEAST: "[In] September [2012], I got a call from [then-BATTLE BEAST guitarist] Anton [Kabanen] that they want me to join BATTLE BEAST. I had heard their music and loved the sound and the vocals, so the next day I called Anton and said I'm in.

"Anton found me by accident on YouTube when he was searching for the new vocalist," she continued. "He had been looking for a vocalist — male or female; [it did not] matter. The only thing that mattered was can that [he or she could] sing his songs without compromises.

"I've been singing since I was four years old," Noora added. "While being a huge fan of heavy metal of '80s and a teenager, I had some classical singing lessons when I was 16 years old. Then at the age of 19, I started studying music in pop/jazz line. At the same time, I started doing some jam sessions at bars. There I found my first band (ADMIRAL OCTOPUS) in the blues bar. We used to play rock and blues music from '60s-'70s and Janis Joplin was the reason I got the rasp in my voice. After ADMIRAL OCTOPUS, in 2011, I took part in a singing competition ('Wanna Be A Rock 'N' Roll Star') at Henry's Pub of Tampere and won it with Janis Joplin's 'Piece Of My Heart'. That's how my single 'Relax' was born."

Photo credit: Terhi Ylimainen

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11:37 PM 11/2/2022

I have known for my entire life that I hate myself. I seriously just dont know from where I get this anger. Something I can tell you that for sure I am confident, well, sometimes... At this very age of 24, going out is a problem.

I have the craving of going out but when it finally happens its just like, earth please swallow me, or getting under a bus because of being nervous of peoples bloody opinion.-

I smoke weed like hell, drink like a fish, and work like a donkey. And guess what? At this very age of 24 Im still wankering about a lot of stuff and, basically stuck. I for sure have passions and vocations, but a fucking job wont allow you to grow outside of THEIR OWN COMFORT ZONE, its like if you belong to them and then the salary just bloody fucking sucks mate, now fuck that fam!!

So, going back to the anger, and hating myself... NICE upbringings as a child, got to travel, had great schools, amazing sports permofance and excelling, sociable, and just innocent you know... Thats how I could call it? Because at that age of course your dont know shit about how the real world works, things like investing, finance, communication, business funding, image developing, personal mentality growth, goal aspects and so much more. It's just bloody bullocks weird to imagine that sometimes you think you doing things right and then encounter to understand, find out, seek and study how actually the " real " sauce on this so called thing Earth we call.

Might say additionally, that to me this is a nefarious, impulsive, full of disgrace, unholy and unhearted place to exist in and live on. Let's just analyze what the fuck this is... if you provide focus to your dreams, goals and ambitions you're a fucking freak, but working for someone for 40-50 years without ever having a break and conciously complaining about it... Isn't being freak and fucking weirdo? Like common fam, don't get fucking stupid 'ere.

My parents where somehow present here and there... I would say Dadda was more present than Mamma to be honest. Apparently my father was more calm and my mother more aggressive. Toward the many years that have gone by I've just gathered knowledge and experiences that taught me how to act, think and feel and it was all by myself. And, that's  what I think its fucking mad and nuts fam.-

How cold you leave a child to deal with his emotions alone? Anger, fear, neglection, denial, abuse, bullying, negativeness, opression and worst of all... Hate. Mother " used to be like this " says she always, but I know the story already. An apology fixes everything, right? To my belief, parents aren't those who give only creation and birth to a creature, is more than that. Father represented more; calmness, chillness, softness, mentality, approach, laughter and love.

Quite a combination for the creation I am right? Left one thing, right the other. Yup, sounds like me though matey, sound like me. From all aspirations, goals, dreams and ambitions I have, I seriously can't decide wether the fuck to do from all of them, wel... Right now aspiring to modelling and fashion desgining ( which is going great and amazing so far ) but I know I can get further than this... I love psychology, and investing and business too.

However; my personality outside something and in the inside it's just something else. People that get to know me really profoundly do know this and specially women. I think I've adopted a lot bad things, attitudes and feeling towards the world in many ways because of the describes aspects before from my parents and unbringings. Worked their asses off, busted their heads and bodies so they could give me everything I had from tip to toe my lad. So yeah, totally understand the fact they were doing that in order to provide and that's why sometimes they could and sometimes they couldn't...

Be there... Football matches, Science Fairs Expos, School Theatre Night, Head Masters Office when getting expelled or suspended from school, detention, parents request and even birthday's. Soo much anger, deception, depression, neglect, fear, impotence, stress, frustration, sadness and the worst of all... Hate. Even with my father being who he was this was what I felt as a kid... Everywhere... School, Friends House, Movie Theatre, Park, Playing football, going out with " friends ". Have a friend who kind of knows me well, you know, profoundly; he stated long time ago... " It's like if you have a demon inside and an angel outside, you have a battle that no one can help you ".

12:19 AM 11/3/2022

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