#but. I mean. Maybe something that follows the story more closely? And doesn't throw in artsy nonsense?

[joemerl]

I finally managed to watch The Green Knight.

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#I mean I'm glad to see a movie ACTUALLY based on #Arthurian legend #but. I mean. Maybe something that follows the story more closely? And doesn't throw in artsy nonsense? #I will say that it's more INTERESTING than it is GOOD. #The Green Knight #The Green Knight 2021 #Sir Gawain and the Green Knight #Arthurian mythology #Gawain #Bertilak #Meme #What the Hell Was That?!

[sykosugu]

♤♢ on the run ♧♡ | three

♤ summary: she's an infamous bank robber, and he's the only detective that's been able to get close to her. he was never apart of her plans. but he's got his clutches in her and she can't let go.a geto suguru au

♢ warnings: this story will contain descriptions of violence, destructive behavior, toxic behavior, illegal activities, sexual content, death. use of weapons. forbidden romance

♧ aw: smut, multiple positions, oral m & f receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, there's probably more, if I missed any let me know

♡ currently: completed

♤ taglist: closed

♢ wc: 5k

♧ carlile speaks: hi my babies! I'm just on a roll lately! don't get used to it though lol. the inspiration comes in waves sometimes. I hope you all enjoy the next installment of Ruby & Suguru's story. should be one or two more parts left for them! make sure you check out Melodies of Passion if you're more of a Satoru girlie!

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“What are you doing here?” the words rush out of you before you even comprehend who you’re looking at.

“That’s not the reaction I was hoping for, Ru,” Suguru chuckles at your response.

“Get in here,” you pull him inside, swiftly shutting the door. “Now, what are you doing here? Do you know how much trouble I could be in now?” You glance through the peephole down the hallway. “How did you even know I was here?” 

Suguru just watches as you frantically spit out questions, looking through the peephole. He didn't notice it at first, but now he sees the 9mm luger wedged into your grip. Notices the dark circles under your eyes, alongside the bruise that's forming on your cheek. “Ru, what’s going on? Why are you so panicked?” Then he really notices the short sleep dress he’s missed seeing you in. Missed taking you out of.

“What do you mean why? I have a gang leader looking for me. I was attacked today, and now you’re here when you weren't supposed to follow me. Why. Are. You. Here?” the words leaving you sound more accusatory than anything.

“Can you please calm down for me?” He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pushing your face into his chest. 

“Calm down? I can’t calm down. I’m so scared, Sugu. I’ve never been this scared,” you sob into his chest.

“I know you’re scared. I’m sorry,” he tries soothing you; smoothing his hands up and down your back. “We’ll figure something out,” he tucks your head under his chin. “I promise.” 

Another promise he can’t keep.

“How did you find me?” you ask, turning your head up at him to look into his eyes. 

“Satoru would normally go for the penthouse whenever he stays in a hotel for a long period of time. When he said it was already booked by an unknown VIP I knew it had to be you.”

“I have to change locations soon,” you admit to him, pulling yourself from his embrace, walking further into the suite. Suguru follows.

“What do you mean?” he asks, pulling you to sit with him on the couch, your legs across his lap as he massages your legs and feet.

“I’m running out of banks in this area. I’ve already exasperated–ooh, that spot kinda hurts–all of the surrounding cities, so it’s time to move on. Maybe it’ll throw the people on my trail off, too,” he offers a weak smile as an apology for hitting the tender spot and quickly slides his hands to a different spot; gauging your reaction before speaking again.

“You said you were attacked today? So that was your blood on the stairs?” his tone a mixture of worried and angry, but his touch doesn't reflect it; his fingers nimbly releasing the tension buried beneath your skin.

You nod, tears welling in your eyes. “I thought it was going to be you when I felt someone grab me,” wincing again when he gets near your knee, so he moves further up your thigh.

“I wish it was me. Seeing you like this is breaking my heart more than..the day you left,” his voice grew quiet with the last few words.

“I'm sorry, It was the only way. I wasn't going to be a prisoner in that hotel room,” reaching up, you run one of your hands through his hair, really taking a look at his face; at his dark and sunken eyes, the look of sadness behind them. He looks like he hasn’t slept since you last saw him over a month ago.

Suguru nods, “Satoru is staying in this hotel too, you know,” he offers you a light laugh.

“Great, another reason for me to leave,” you stand from the couch, going back to tossing your various items into your bag, but he's right behind you, snaking his arms around you as you turn into his hold again.

“I don't want you to leave,” he sighs, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Come with me,” you reach up, grasping the sides of his face gingerly in your hold, a hopeful smile on your face.

“Wh–I can’t just drop everything and go with you,” he claims, pulling his head back, making your stomach, and face drop. He literally went against the force for almost a year, hopping from hotel to hotel with you while you continued on with your scores; but now he has reservations? 

He doesn’t, he’s just teasing you.

He was quite literally sleeping with the enemy already.

But so were you.

“You could, if you really cared about us like you say you do,” you force yourself out of his hold, going back to your bag on the edge of the bed. “I’m making one stop to ask an old friend for help before I make my exit, and I'll never be in this country again. I need you to understand that, Sugu.”

“I need you to understand that I’m an officer of the law,” he teases some more, pulling you back into his arms.

“Suguru,” leaves your lips in the form of a whine.

“Okay–I tried–Of course I’ll go with you," He offers a kiss to your forehead, “I'd follow you to the ends of the earth; if you’d..just..let me.” he lightly jabs at you for leaving him hanging a month ago. 

“I’d let you do anything.”

“Anything?” he smirks down at you, trailing his hands down to your hips; giving them a firm squeeze. 

“Anything, detective,” your arms dangle off his shoulders as you smile up at him.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispers against your lips

“So much,” you whisper back. He covers your lips with his; deftly invading your mouth with his tongue. You have no idea how badly he’s been wanting to just feel your skin beneath his fingertips. Speaking of, too many clothes. He starts sliding your little black sleep dress up your thighs and bunching it at your hips as he massages the plump flesh of your ass. Moving his lips down to place open mouth kisses all along your jawline, leaving little bites in his wake as he makes his way south.

“Wait,” you breathe out, scared of continuing before telling him the truth. “Sugu, wait, please,” you struggle to catch your breath, “I have to–tell you something,” he continues pressing kisses along your throat; breathing in your scent with each pass of his lips. Your hands find his, attempting to pull your nightgown back down.

“Okay,” he smiles against your skin, “What's bothering you, Ru?” turning in his hold to look at him in the eye, seeing just how much he feels for you behind them. “Hm?” he offers you that boyish grin and you’re immediately terrified to tell him what’s been weighing on your heart since you’d asked him why he called you Ru. 

“Come sit,” you pat the seat on the couch next to you. He eyes you warily from his standing position. “Please?” and he’s on the move, immediately sliding in the spot next to you and grabbing your feet once again to place them in his lap.

“What’s on your mind, Ru?”

“I have to come clean about something before we continue anything, and before you make a final decision about leaving with me.”

“You’re not pregnant are you?” his face pales at the thought.

“Oh god, no. Absolutely not,” you wave your hand in the air, lightly chuckling at the idea of being a mom. “Jeez, could you imagine? Throwing a baby into my world? Not the best idea, Sugu,” he laughs at your response, silently thanking the heavens.

“Then what’s bothering you, baby? You know I’m coming with you, no matter what.”

“You might change your mind after i tell you this,” you whisper, pulling your feet from his hold and up to your chest. 

“Look at me,” he places a hand on your shoulder, beckoning you to look at his face, but you shake your head, “Ru, look at me,” you do, “There is nothing you could tell me that would make me want to leave you behind. I lov–”

“Don’t say that!” you interrupt him, catching him off guard. “You can’t,” you stand from the couch, pacing back and forth, really panicking Suguru as he sits before you.

“Hey, hey. Calm down, baby,” there's that name again, “You’re fine, just come sit with me and tell me what’s going on, okay?” He reaches out to you, grasping your hand in his and pulling you to straddle his lap. He places your hands on his shoulders before grasping your chin to look into your eyes. “Now, tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m afraid of how you’ll look at me after i tell you,” tears welling in your eyes, your bottom lip wobbling as you speak.

“There’s not anything you can tell me that would make me look at you any different,” he attempts to soothe you.

“That can’t be true,” you pull from his hold, rounding the couch and leaning against the back end, staring at yourself in the wall mirror across from you. Taking in your weepy appearance. Your already puffed red cheeks, mostly from the swelling of getting socked in the face.

“You’ll just have to trust me.” he says from behind you. You watch him stand, turning to face you and making eye contact with you in the mirror.

Trust? Are you kidding me right now?

“I do trust you, but you shouldn't trust me.” you turn to face him, the couch between you.

“How could I not trust you?”

“Beca–Because I’ve been lying to you. From the beginning,” you watch his face drop. “I was using you for protection,” falls from your lips in the form of a whisper.

“Hm,” he hums, more to himself than to you. “I thought we were both on the same page,” he moves to walk up behind you, placing his hands on your hips. “You think I didn't know that?” he whispers in your ear. “You think I didn’t see the change on your face when I told you that you completed me?” his hands sliding to your front; rubbing up and down the expanse of your abdomen, reveling in the silky material of your nightgown under his touch. “I’ll play along and forgive you,” his breath tickles the shell of your ear. “But you’ll have to forgive me for lying to you, too,” his hands slip underneath the hem of your nightgown, fingertips sliding along your thighs.

“W-what?” you breathe out, placing your hands on the back of the couch to brace yourself. Lying to you? About what?

“The first time we met wasn't the first time I'd seen you.” He states, pressing his lips to your shoulder, watching as you turn around at his words, ready for whatever you’re about to say.

“What do you mean?” falls from your lips. Suguru spins you in his hold, keeping you held firmly against his front as he speaks.

“I had seen you many times before. I’d seen you for the first time a few months into my investigation,” you almost don’t believe the words that are coming from his mouth, “But I'd gotten word of the hit placed on your head and it terrified me. I’d entrusted myself with your safety and made a plan to keep an eye on you from afar,” you almost don’t believe his words. “I fell in love with you before I ever actually met you.” he admits. “I’ve been in love with you ever since I saw you for the first time. So if you don’t think I noticed, I'm wounded.”

“How is that even fair?” you questioned. “You got to see me before I got to see you?”

“That’s what you want to focus on? I just told you that I’m in love with you, Ru.”

“Yeah, I got that. But you were following me for that long? How did I not notice you? I notice everything” 

“Ruby.” he chuckles at your dismissiveness of his admission.

“How is it fair that you got to follow me when I had no idea?” you’re babbling to yourself at this point. 

“Y/N.” he breathes, taking your face into his hands and kisses you deeply. “I’m in love with you,” he pulls away, smiling down at you. Taking in the look of shock and happiness on your face.

“I–I’m in love with you too.. Detective Geto.” and you're kissing him again. “Wait, so we both lied to each other?”

“Mhm.” he moans against your mouth, reveling in the taste of your lips.

“Should we talk about it some more?” you manage to breathe out, before he’s chasing your lips with his; like he's afraid you’re gonna disappear again. 

“What do you think?” he spins the two of you so he's leaning against the back of the couch.

“Think I’d rather show you how sorry I am than tell you,” you whisper as you sink to your knees in front of him, your hands trailing down his torso at an agonizingly slow speed. His heartbeat races, you can feel it speed up under your touch.

“God, I love you so much,” he breathes into the air, tilting his head back as he leans further back on the edge of the couch, “so much,” he sucks a breath in, feeling you pull his jeans open and zipper down.

“Mm, what do you love about me, Detective?” you whisper, pulling his cock from the confines of his briefs, pressing a kiss to his tip before taking him into your mouth.

“For starters, that mouth works wonders,” he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, taking in the sight beneath him. He could cum down your throat here and now. His hands tangle in your hair; not to guide you but to ground himself. 

“Keep going, Sugu,” you pull off for a second, “Or I stop,” blowing a puff of air onto his tip, you make him shudder under your touch. Swirling your tongue up the underside of his shaft before taking him into your mouth once again.

“A-And you’re unbelievably brilliant, and cunning,” his breath becomes shaky, “Such a smart girl,” he moans at the sight of your free hand sliding down between your own legs to swipe over your fingers over your clit. “And God, you’re so beautiful.”

Feeling you pull him as far into your throat as you possibly can, until he jerks his hips slightly making you gag; he grins at the sight yet moans at the feeling, holding you in place. He feels you tap his leg, so he releases his hold. “Just for that, now it’s my turn,” you state, standing from your spot on the floor, and attaching your lips to his.

“I think that’s fair,” Suguru grabs ahold of your hips, spinning the two of you around to switch places. “Gonna apologize to you so good,” he says, taking his spot on the floor, your hand finding the top of his head, holding him back from your core. 

“Beg.”

“Ruby,” he warns.

“Beg for me, Detective,” you smile salaciously down at him, your fingers tangling in his hair to angle his face up at you. “Or I'll get myself off.”

 There’s a sadistic glint in his eyes as he starts to speak.

“Please, Ru.”

“You can do better than that,” you tighten the grip on his head, suguru grunts in response. 

“Please, baby, need to taste you so bad. Missed you so much.” 

“Yeah? How bad did you miss me?” you’re teasing him, pulling his head towards where he wants to touch you most, but when he gets close enough for his lips to brush your cunt, you yank him back by his hair, making him wince.

“Slept with one of the shirts you decorated for me,” he pants desperately, “was the only way to feel close to you.”

“Hmm, aren't you sweet,” you gleam, “guess you can have your reward.” you let go of his head and he surges forward. Lapping his tongue in and out of your folds, relishing in the taste of you on his tongue. 

He remembers every spot to reach with his fingers, sliding two of them inside and immediately making your knees buckle. His other hand, kneading the flesh of your ass as he eats you as if he’s having his last meal on death row. “Fuck, Sugu, right there,” you moan as his fingers pass over your sweet spot curled inside of you. Feeling his mouth grin against you, he hums against the skin making you jump. Nimble fingers find their way into his silky black hair once again, keeping yourself grounded. His tongue always has a way of putting you on cloud nine. 

The sheen layer of sweat that covers your body gives you the glowing effect; he pulls the best out of you, figuratively and literally. 

“I know what you like, don’t worry, Ru,” he gloats from below, digging back in. One pass after another after another over the spongy spot that makes your eyes cross and he’s got you at the peak already. “Beg,” he stops his ministrations.

“W-what? No, keep–keep going, Sugu,”

“Your turn to beg for it,” his eyes darken even more, if that’s even possible. He keeps up a steady pace on your clit, but nothing more. Enough to keep you on the edge, but not enough to send you over. 

“F-fuck you, Sugu, shit,”

“That doesn’t sound like begging,” he grins, dipping a finger inside, before sliding it back out,

“Hgn–Suguru–please, baby please,” leaves you breathlessly. 

“Getting closer,”

“Please–Sugu, I’m sorry,--love you so much, baby–please, let me cum–please!

“Cum all over my tongue, baby.” and you do. Releasing the pent up aggression, tension, fear; all of the emotions you’d been shoving down the last month comes pouring out of you; literally. “There she is, such a pretty girl,” he coos at you, licking up the mess you left behind.

“Fuck, Sugu, you’re so good at that,” he stands while youre talking, lifting you off the edge of the couch with your legs wrapped around his hips and making his way with you to the bedroom of the suite. 

You wake a few hours later to an empty bed. “Sugu?” you call out, sheets clutched to your chest. Suguru emerges from the bathroom at your call, a finger to his lips and his phone to his ear. 

“Sorry, Satoru, i just needed to step out and get a drink. Wanted to clear my head.” the silence in between his moments to speak were almost deafening. “Nah, I’ll be on my way back here soon, no need to send a brigade after me.” Its nice when you can just forget what Suguru is at the end of the day, but after all he is a cop. “Yeah, I’ll just meet you at the room in the morning. Sounds good, Satoru. See you in the morning, then.”

“I wish you weren't a cop,”

“Well, I won't be here before too long,” he chuckles.

“I know,” you cuddle into him. “I can’t wait to live this life with you,” whispers leave your lips against his chest. “The life we dreamed of.”

“I can't wait either,” he pulls your lips to his. “Gonna give you everything you deserve.”

“Yeah? That a promise, Detective?”

“Mhm. Pretty soon you won’t be able to call me that anymore,” he grins, flipping the two of you over so he's hovering over you.

“You’ll always be my Detective Geto,” you press a kiss to his lips, pulling him down by the nape of his neck. 

Sliding one of your legs around his hip, his hand comes to caress the exposed area; his calloused hands roam around your soft skin, relishing every dip and curve. Suguru realizes he’s dreamed this moment so many times across the time he spent without you, and he cant bare the thought of having to do that again. He never wants to let you out of his sight. He’ll go to war over you; he’s sure of that. 

“My beautiful girl,” he attaches his lips to your neck, “All mine,” Suguru growls against the skin.

“Y-yours, Sugu. All yours,” he lowers his weight onto you, covering your lips with his in the process.

“We have to make a plan though,” he says before kissing you again, angling his hips to slowly push himself inside of you. Inch by tantalizing inch, the stretch still makes your eyes cross even after your earlier escapades.

“I already–ngh fuck–have one.”

“Mm, does it include me?” His thrusts are slow and languid, keeping you on your toes; never faltering.

“It does now,” you moan out, not wanting to spend another minute away from him, though you know he’ll have to leave for a while in the morning to speak with Satoru.

“How does it go then?”

“I’m going to an old friend for help, and now you’ll be there with me. We’ll get–haah, Suguuu, right there–get our help and leave the country,” his tip grazes over your sweet spot repeatedly, making your legs tremble. You hook your feet around his hips, attempting to pull him even closer to you. He grins at your attempt, taking the hint to speed up just a little bit.

“Who’s this friend?” his tone feigning jealousy.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” you smirk up at him, swiping the hair that fell from his bun out of his eyes. “Such pretty eyes you have, Sugu,”

“Now you’re just trying to seduce me,” he mirrors your words back at him from the first time you slept together. You grin up at him as you flip the two of you over, him still inside of you.

“What gave you that idea?” you plant your knees into the mattress and hook your feet over his thighs as you bounce yourself on his length.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he bites down on two of his fingers to keep himself quiet as he plants the other hand on your hip. You’re not having any of that though, pulling his hand from his mouth.

“Nuh uh, wanna hear how good I’m making you feel, Detective,”

“Y-yeah? Wanna hear me be a mess for you?”

“Mhm.”

“Fuck, Ru. Don’t stop, such a pretty little thing, bouncing on her cock,” he smiles at you, relishing in the feeling of your cunt enveloping his cock over and over again; your warm gummy walls sucking him in with ease.

“M-mine,” you moan, leaning forward, kissing him deeply.

“Yours,” he grins against your lips. “Love you so much, baby. Feel so fucking good sucking me in like that,” both of his hands are on your hips, guiding you up and down his length. 

“G-getting tired,” you moan out.

“Aw, need Detective Geto’s help, Ru? Hm?” you nod your head fervently at his question, making him chuckle. He plants his feet into the mattress, his arms pulling you flush against his front as he lays on his back; snaking them around your shoulders to keep you in place against his chest as he pounds into you from below. He successfully turned you into the moaning mess without even trying. “Just needed a little help?”

“Mhm,” you whine into his chest, nails digging into his pecs making him hiss.

“Gonna cum baby? Can feel you squeezing me,” Suguru pants into your hair.

“Uhuh, uhuh. G’na cum, sugu.”

“You better cum all over your cock then. C’mon and soak me, baby,” he keeps up his pace as he feels you fall apart against him. Cries of his name fall from your lips like a mantra, over and over again. You call for him as if he can solve all of the world's problems. At least, you think he could with the way he makes you feel. He could end world hunger, solve climate change and world peace all in one day if he can make you cum like that. At least that’s what the dopamine tells you he could do. He’s working himself up now that he’s felt you start to come down, “Wh-where do you want my cum, baby?”

“In-inside, please,” whines leave your spit slicked lips. Suguru flips the two of you over again, flipping you again so you were on your tummy before he entered you again, making you hiss at the new angle. He’s reaching deeper spots at this point; making your eyes cross. He reaches over to your night stand, grabbing the Chanel box from your shopping trip earlier this week. He takes the ribbon from around the outside, and begins tying your hands behind your back.

“You are under arrest, Ruby,” he smirks into your shoulder, biting down onto the skin; lulling his tongue over the raised surface.

“On what grounds?” you chuckle into the mattress.

“For stealing my heart,” he places a kiss between your shoulder blades before picking up the pace of his hips again. “Do you have any intent on giving it back?” he asks.

“No–nope, it’s m-mine now.” you moan out, voice muffled by the comforter.

“Keep it, it does better with you anyways.” he’s pistoning his hips into yours. “Gonna cum,” he warns.

“Cum inside your pussy, Suguru, all yours.”

The following morning, Suguru stands at the kitchen counter in the suite, pulling himself together to meet Satoru back at his hotel room, knowing fully Satoru is somewhere in the hotel he’s standing in right now.

“So, lets run over the plan one more time,” he says, wanting to audibly hear the plan again to run over it in his head.

“You’re going to Satoru, telling him you’re asking to be taken off the case because you’re feeling defeated. And you have your own plans of dealing with however he takes that news?”

“Mhm. If he’s angry, I talk him down. If he’s agreeable, then that works out even better,” his hands snake around your waist, pulling you to him.

“And I’ll wait here for you until we go to see my friend.” you place a kiss on his nose, making him grin down at you.

“Sounds like a plan to me, my Ru.” he kisses your lips. “Now, keep this this time just in case,” he slips your old burner phone into your hand as he pulls himself from your hold. 

“Yes, detective.”

Suguru kisses you one more time before he’s out the door. He makes his way down stairs and through the lobby before his cell phone rings. It’s Satoru.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Suguru breathes into the phone, continuing on his way to his car in the parking lot.

“Hey, where are you?” Satoru asks.

“At the hotel, I am actually heading to get some coffee right now. Are you on your way? I’ll get you something too.”

Satoru was indeed on his way. He’s sitting in his car right now, watching Suguru stand near his own car as he lies to his friend on the phone.

“Nah, I haven’t even left my room yet,” Satoru lies. “Getting ready to. I’ll take a large coffee with two cream and one sugar though,” he chuckles. “I just wanted to make sure you were awake.”

“Ah, yeah man. I’m awake, but I need some coffee before I get on with today.” he opens his car door, taking a seat.

“We got a lead to look into?” Satoru tries pressing for information.

“Something like that,” Suguru sighs. “I’ll explain more when I see you.”

“I see you right now,” Satoru wants to say, but he’ll leave that for later. “Alright, man. I’ll see you at your spot then. 

“Yeah, see you soon,” and they hang up. Suguru releases a breath he wasn't aware he was holding, and starts his car. Now having to stop and get coffee.

Suguru knows Satoru isn’t stupid. He’s known that Satoru has had an inkling for a while now. Especially after seeing the shirt with your lipstick prints, and then Suguru noticing him studying the lipstick evidence samples a little too closely the next day. Suguru knows.

Once he arrives at the hotel, Satoru is already there, waiting.

“Hey, here’s the coffee.”

“Cut the crap, what’s going on?” Satoru snatches the cup from Suguru’s hand.

“What do you mean?” he’s gotta play along.

“I know you weren't here this morning, you were at the Hilton. What were you doing there?”

“I was with a woman,” he partially tells the truth. Always the cop, tell half truths so they can't get you for lying.

“What woman?” Satoru presses.

“A woman I met, does it matter?” It hurts his heart to call you just a woman. You’re so much more.

“No, I suppose it doesn’t, but why did you lie to me this morning?”

“Because it isn't totally appropriate to have a one night stand when you’re supposed to be working a case, Gojo.”

“Woah, no need for last names, Geto. No need to get defensive either, I was just asking.”

“I’m quitting the case,” suguru blurts out.

“W-what? You’re leaving me to work on this alone?”

“I did it alone for two years.”

“Yeah, and you actually got close to her in those two years.” Close. The word makes suguru smirk to himself, and satoru notices. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired of feeling..defeated by this girl. We’re going to be closing in on three years of chasing this girl and for what? All she has done is make us look foolish.”

“You’re right, but you’re not one to give up, Suguru.”

“Yeah, well things change, Satoru. I need a break from all of this.” he says, picking up his duffle bag. I can help you gather all of this evidence if you’d like to work out of your hotel room now.

“Y-yeah. I’ll take the help.”

Suguru keeps catching Satoru staring at him, but he’s gotta keep up the front. He’s gotta act sad and defeated instead of happy and elated to finally get a chance at his life with you that you two had planned. You're not even sure where you’re going yet, but as long as you're together that’s all either of you care about. 

And Satoru has to keep up the front of not knowing Suguru is lying.

Meanwhile, you’re waiting in the hotel room for Suguru, gathering all of your items together before the two of you make your hasty exit. You're happily waiting at the kitchen island when the door swings open. 

But it's not Suguru who steps into the room.

It’s Sukuna.

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ohhhhh eddie munson x popular!cheerleader!reader

they’ve been dating for a few months & sometimes they’re sitting at his table & sometimes at hers with her cheer friends & the jocks. her girl friends have warmed up to him since seeing him being so cute to her but jason etc aren’t. but every time they even try saying something slightly mean she shushes them & ofc they listen to her. eddie adores her & when she moves her face he holds up the middlefinger to jason with a smirk💀

I loved this idea and it was fun to dabble in. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it <3

The tables

Eddie winning over the school's sweetheart, Y/N was a huge shock. She was the head cheerleader, teacher's pet, and everyone's favorite. She was sweet and friends with everyone. A complete opposite of Eddie, but maybe that's why they worked so well.

Hellfire loved having her around, and how happy Eddie was with her. She was friends with all of them and took the time to learn about them.

Even her friends warmed up to their relationship and began to like Eddie. The girls loved going to the bar to watch him perform, and Eddie loved that she didn't have to sit alone. Eddie watched their cheers as a return. They all supported each other.

Jason still wasn't a fan and his followers. They picked on Eddie whenever she wasn't around. But Eddie shrugged them off.

They switched off every day where they sat for lunch. Some days at the hellfire table and some days at the popular table.

Eddie's favorite thing about sitting at the popular table was how pissed off Jason got. All her cheerleading friends would talk to Eddie and engage in conversations, and Jason hated it. Eddie loved that he was accepted by the popular crowd.

"So during the campaign, Dustin just slams dow-"

"Tonight's game is going to be so good!" Jason said, cutting Eddie off.

Y/N rolled her eyes and looked at Eddie. Waving a hand in Jason's direction.

"Continue." She demanded. Everyone's attention was back on Eddie as they listened to his story about the campaign.

Eddie smirked and winked towards Jason as he started his story again.

~~~

On a different day, they cuddled at the hellfire table. Dustin and Mike going on a rant about a new video game. She listened closely as Eddie munched on carrots.

As they minded their own business, Jason walked up. A snarl on his face. "Hello, freaks." He sneered.

"Table. Go." She demanded, not even looking in his direction as she pointed her finger towards the popular table.

Jason sighed in defeat and stomped off to his table. The hellfire boys laughed as he marched away. Eddie leaned back and looked over at him, flipping him off, smirking when Jason huffed and looked away.

~~~

Eddie was talking with Chrissy as Y/N sat down. She kissed his cheek and cuddled into his side. The table engaged in a group conversation, Tracy needed advice about her boyfriend's troubles. Eddie loved gossip, and Y/N always filled him in on the latest about her friends. Eddie listened closely as Tracy ranted, nodding along.

"Well, I think that-" Eddie started, but was cut off from Jason. Eddie rolled his eyes as Jason quickly spoke.

"She doesn't need advice from trailer trash."

Y/N snapped her head towards Jason. A pissed-off expression on her face. She crossed her arms and leaned over the table.

"Shut your damn mouth."

After the one demand, Jason sat silently for the rest of the lunch period. Eddie finished his advice with a smile.

When Y/N stood up to throw away the table's trash, Eddie was quick to lean over the table and get in Jason's face.

"You're so her bitch." Eddie laughed and stood up. He followed Y/N out of the lunch room and wrapped his arm around her. He looks over his shoulder to flip Jason off one more time.

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[engelfeather]

Whats a g/t trope y'all genuinely hate, but is considered a "hot take"

For me it's borrower stories, specifically those that always follow the same formula and never get creative.

As in, borrower is outside looking for food or smt, somehow gets into a situation where they are trapped, human finds them, borrower is scared and tries to flee, yet gets trapped under a glsss, with the human assuring them that they're kind and won't harm them. Then after a few chapters, the borrower leaves behind all the fear they held for humans and becomes close friends with them (this especially throws me off whenever the borrower has had a friend or a family member be killed by a human). They usually also meet their friends who are also super nice.

I understand that most humans wouldn't be out here tormenting a tiny person they found, but I honestly don't get the hype behind stories where it's only fluff and basically almost always the same plot.

The human characters are usually the most boring to read about, which is a huge let down for me. Especially as, it feels weird that I've yet to see a borrower story where the human genuinely freaks out that a tiny person has been watching them all along.

I mean how disturbing is it to know that you were being watched all this time, that you were never truly alone. Including in moments where you were feeling down.

For more interesting prompts, you could have the human actually be someone insane, that sees the borrower as nothing more than another experiment or something to exploit for money, with the borrower showing them that they are sentient, yet, perhaps, due to sn inability to understand each other, the humans doesn't understand what they're doing.

Or

Have the borrower have a whole web of crime with other borrowers, where they purposefully steal things from humans to make their days just a little more upsetting. Getting back at them for, maybe, having hunted them in the past. Have borrowers actually be evil little gremlins or something.

Heck, maybe even have the two be criminals, with the borrower helping breaking into people's houses and spying on them, to see who has the best stuff to steal from and the human doing the rest.

And if you do give your borrower a sadder backstory, please please please let them deal with their trauma and not completely remove it for fluff. Have them have moments where they feel inferior and break down, rushing back to their holes regardless of if the human is being nice or not. Let the human get frustrated with the borrower for not fully trusting them, not knowing the full story. LET THEM HAVE TENSE MOMENTS WITH EACH OTHER. I WANT TO SEE THEM FIGHT

MAKE THEM HAVE CLASHING PERSONALITIES WHERE THEY OFTEN GET INTO HEATED ARGUMENTS

Idfkanyway hope you liked this silly lil ranty rant I wrote. No hate to anyone who writes borrower stories, considering my own story has borrower elements.

-Lucky

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Cause of Action 4

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: thank you for waiting! Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

The alcohol clings to your tongue. The flavour is bitter and acidic. You don't like it. You put the shot glass down, hovering awkwardly as Andy brushes his fingertips along his beard and sighs. He turns to face the other man.

"So, you don't have a contract, what do you have? Correspondence? Anything," Andy says.

"Here's the thing, the correspondence isn't exactly PG. I don't know if it would be admissible."

"Hansen," Andy warns as the other man pours himself another drink.

"What? Calm down. I'll get you something. I just... need to find it."

"What does that mean?" Andy grits.

Lloyd nears you, standing close as he leans over to fill your disposed shot glass, "don't waste it, sunshine, I paid a pretty price for the best."

"Stop. She's not here to drink--"

"Maybe you should start, pal," Lloyd pulls away, downing his own shot then drinking straight from the neck of the bottle, "what are you complaining about? I'm gonna cut you a check and you're gonna get this bimbo off my ass. I didn't do anything she didn't ask me to do."

"Maybe you should save your money and just pay out the lawsuit," Andy huffs, "it'd be easier--"

"We both know you're not going to just roll over," Lloyd insists and looks at you, gesturing with the bottle, "I said don't waste my generosity. It doesn't come easy."

Andy doesn't seem to hear the warning. He's rubbing his forehead as he sneers at the ceiling. You give a guilty look and take the shot glass, apologising before you throw back the mouthful with a choke. You seal your lips to keep from spitting it back out.

Lloyd goes over to the couch and sits, knees wide, taking another gulp from the bottle.

"Sit down, let me go over the shit," he demands as he rests the bottle on his leg.

Andy relents, walking around the couch stiffly and sitting in an leather armchair, just on the edge. He watches Lloyd expectantly. The client stifles a belch behind his fist and and snaps his fingers, pointing to the end of the sofa.

"The secretary too," he says.

"Intern," Andy corrects.

You lower yourself carefully and cross your hands over your knee, antsy and a bit disoriented as the alcohol seeps into your bloodstream. You didn't expect to be tipsy this fast.

"Alright, so get this," Lloyd begins, "I'm on TikTok, scrolling, and I see this bimbo..."

Andy flutters his lashes as his cheek ticks. He restrains himself as he listens and you try not to cringe at the lewd retelling of a tangled web of money and unsavoury acts. You lean on the armrest and yawn as Lloyd goes on, growing more theatrical as he unravels the tale of his current predicament.

📖

Another drink is forced on you before Andy firmly takes the bottle away. His exasperation boils over and he yanks away the gin. He sets it down heavily with a clunk as he looms over the other man. Lloyd giggles at the attorney's anger.

"Well, there's my side of the story," he hiccups and shifts to slip his phone out of his pocket and look at the time, "now if you don't mind, I got friends comin'... a few ladies too..." he winks in your direction, "you can stick around if you like, sunshine."

"That's enough," Andy marches towards the door, "we got what we need. Try not to rack up another lawsuit tonight."

"I'll do my darnedest," Lloyd slurs as you stand up, "damn, if that ain't daddy energy, right there."

You look down at the drunken man and fixes his collar. You shake your head and follow Andy. Well, that was the strangest experience of your life. You'll be content to never face anything like that again.

Andy holds the door for you but as you step into the hall, you feel the stir of alcohol and wobble just a little. You're surprise as Andy catches up to you and puts his hand on the small of your back. You press your hand to the wall and murmur and apology.

"You okay?" He asks, closer than you expect, his breath tickling through your hair.

"Yeah, yeah, it's just... I don't really drink."

"Sorry about that, he's pushy like that, I just... didn't wanna argue. Get what I need and... I feel awful now."

"Really, I'm fine," you wave him off and stand straight, "I'm just tired."

You go to the top of the stairs and grab the railing, taking the steps one at a time as you try no to look down. The flashing lights and the music add to your spiraling reality and as you reach the bottom, your empty stomach adds to the skewing of the dark room. You sense Andy behind you and your crushed against him as bodies crowd you.

He grabs your arm, keeping you from falling, and directs you past the web of dancing clubbers. He hurries you along, deflecting writhing bodies with a strong arm and gets you to the doors. You stumble out with him still grasping onto you.

"Jeez," you say out of breath, "it's crazy in there."

"Right," he huffs and squeezes before he lets you go, "lots going on," he combs his fingers through his hair, "you okay?"

"Yeah, fine, just..."

"Hey, let me drive you home," he interjects, "you look like you need to lay down."

"You're probably right," you shrug, glancing back through the club doors.

He gestures you past the queue of people waiting on the sidewalk and you cross to the other side of the street. You get to his car, a bit woozy as you lean against it. Three shots and you're ready to collapse. You're kind of embarrassed.

He unlocks the door and you drop into the car heavily. You close your eyes and try to clear away the gathering cobwebs. This isn't a good look.

"You sure you're doing okay?" Andy asks as he reaches over to pull your door shut.

You snaps your eyes open and eke out, "yeah, sorry."

You buckle your seat belt and try set your head straight. This can't be happening. You're a lightweight but you can't be this bad. You muffle a yawn in your palm.

You lean your elbow on the slim armrest and cradle your head. You just need to get yourself together. You only need to make it home before you... pass out.

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[ghoulystay]

A mission of confession.

A König and Y/N story.

Smut.

18 and over readers.

Mature themes.

Female reader.

Some romance.

"I can't do this, I need you." You blurted out loud.

You and König were on a job, a very important and dangerous mission. The two of you were the most skilled for these kinds of dangerous jobs. The two of you were appointed to assassinate a high-risk, dangerous individual. Every single time you were partnered with König something in you awakened, it felt like a fire that couldn't be put out. You had incredibly and utterly fell head over heels for that man. Everything he did was a massive turn-on for you. Did he realize it? Maybe. Who knows! Because every time he was around you or with you, he was all business, he was always serious and quiet. It only turned you on even more. You enjoyed how mysterious this man was. You and König had been on this mission for about a few months now, and the mission was at its peak of being over. He had discovered this abandoned shack where he had decided for the two of you to rest up for the next day. It was always a stressful and tiring job, but being close to König made it so much worth it.

That night.

The whole day, you were contemplating whether or not to finally confess your true feelings to König. Should you? You kept going over it and over it in your mind.

König was on the outside of the shack, keeping a look out. You look at him from inside through the small window, and you decide to go outside to him. Step by step, you begin feeling the nerves hit you, but it's now or never, and can you really live with not telling him forever? You approach him slowly. He faces you but doesn't say anything. (Awkward) You break the silence. "König, um, sir, I need to speak with you." At first nothing, but then he says okay and motions to head inside where you follow.

Once inside.

He stands at a distance from you. You break the awkward silence in the air first. "Um, I've been really wanting to tell you, or I mean confess something to you." He says nothing if there's anything you learned about König was his intensity. He could make you feel weak with just his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes. You continued on. "Look König, I.. have feelings for you... not just in innocent terms but romantically.." The air felt so thick. His silence was killing you, which made you super nervous. He finally spoke. "Since when?" He asked. You're surprised by his question. For a second, you thought he was going to brush it off and return to his post outside. "Since the very first day I seen you, König." He goes silent again, then you notice him approach you. Now inches from each other. "That makes two of us, Engel." He closes the gap between you as he picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist. He pins you against the wall. "May I?" You ask, with your hand on his mask hinting, if you can remove it. "Do it." He demands. You throw his mask on the floor, König kisses you, the kiss is desperate, and full of hunger. Tongues in each other's mouths, he breaks the kiss, looking at you. "Are you sure you want this?" He asks. (How sweet of him.) You giggle. "Of course, I want nothing more." With that, he gently puts you down on the sleeping bag. He strips you from your clothes as he does the same afterward. His body is so toned and muscular that you would think he was made by the gods. His dick was perfect, and just as you imagined. He gets on top of you, spreading your legs before entering inside you he kisses you. "Beg for it." He demands. You're taken aback, but enjoy it so much. "Fuck me, please." That's all it takes for him to be inside of you, you moan loudly. He thrusts hard, the rhythm fast, taking your breath away. His grunts, with each thrust, turn you on more and more. He pulls out, and you look confused but say nothing. "Turn around, Engel." Without hesitation, you're on all fours. He enters you from behind. You let out a moan. He feels so good, König grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it back. His thrusts are dirty and hard. "Cum for me, baby, scream..my name." He says. You bite your bottom lip. You've never had anyone fuck you so good before. Heavy grunts, moans, and slapping noises fill the inside of the shack. You don't want it to end. He slaps your ass, and you gasp, but tell him again. You feel your climax approaching. "Oh... König..i'm gonna..cu..m." You're breathing escalating. You moan louder and louder. He mumbles words in German as his thrusts get deeper and faster. "Tell me your mine, my Schatz." He says. As he's close to climaxing inside you. You moan so loud that you scream the words. "I'M YOURS!!!" And just like that, you both climax together.

Afterward.

You were both laying in each other's arms. You rest your head on his chest. There was a thought going through your mind now. "Did he really mean to be his? Or was that just in the moment? You had to know. You raised your head up to look at him, and by your surprise, he's still awake. "Whats on your mind?" König asked. As if he read your mind. You take a breath. "So.. what does this make us?" He chuckles. "You're mine, y/n, unless you don't want to be." You could kind of see the sadness in his eyes after he finished that last sentence. "Yes, I would love to be your girl, König." You give him a peck on the lips. He looked relieved and happy. You lay your head back on his chest, and he kisses the top of your head as he lets a breath of relief out. "My, Engel." He says. You feel so lucky. You and König drift off to sleep. Tomorrow is another busy and hectic day, but this time will be different. You and König are more than working partners. You are partners. Lovers. Soul mates. He is your protector and the love of your life.

The End.

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[casablancarossa]

All I need is you.

<<an [18+] taemin x reader story>>

Pairings : Taemin x female!reader

Genre: Smut, Mini Angst. Extra Extra Mini Fluff

Content Warning : 18+, Minors DNI, Unprotected Sex, Implications of SelfHarm/Depression. Pillow Talk

Synopsis: Taemin was no-show which left you feeling pretty down and unwanted, but its Taemin and he will do anything to make sure you no longer doubt how much he wants you.

Authors Note: It's long, its steamy. So here ya go darlings. BTW, while this is a continuation of 'Please Amore', didn't realize I was going to write about mirrors again. With a man this good looking, of course he would have a inclination towards mirrors.

Also I refuse to be held liable for how long this post is.. I couldn't write one moment and suddenly I couldn't stop writing.. So Yeah.

God bless the metamorph concerts.. so many pics to use .

Enjoy Reading!!

"So... amore.."

Taemin's dulcet call doesn't even come close to budging you out of your position in bed. Poor guy is practically unprotected in bed as you had managed to form a cocoon out of the blanket and remained in there, huffing something about a forgotten date or plan, or something along those lines. His arms reach out, placing a hand on the soft covers, pushing it down far enough so that he could see your face.

You were far from impressed and it will take every inch of your being from being livid and if your boyfriend was not so damn adorable, you would have probably used the pillows and hit him repeatedly until its feathery innards exploded. "You made me wait like a fool... in front of the company building, no less." you hissed through your teeth. The cocoon you were in had finally exploded, chucking it towards Taemin, immediately walking towards the door.

Not even the beckoning meows of Kkoong stopped you from huffing and immediately dropping onto the couch, grabbing the throw to cover your legs.

"Y/n-ah, you know I didn't mean to bail" Taemin's voice called out from the bedroom. It was followed by the noises of slippers shuffling on the floor as he waddles out, now cocooning himself with the blanket. He moves towards you and really pushing the cute act, plopping down to lay on top of you. "I'm sorry..." he mumbles, burying his head on your lap.

"One night, Taemin. All I wanted was one night" you sighed, folding your arms to stop yourself from dropping an ounce of affection.

"When I get back from Japan, I promise, we can have a fully week of uninterrupted date nights."

"No point now is there", you huffed quietly.

Being in the same room as Taemin made your heart break, and the more physical distance there is between you, the better it is, letting the silence heal your wounded ego.

With Taemin's schedule suddenly ramping up since his concert and amongst TV appearances and being holed up in the studio, you had rarely seen him the last two weeks. Maybe three. Within that time period, Taemin had flaked out on maybe four planned dates. Two of which he planned himself, but at least you were at home and half ready, so it didn't bother you. Three if you included tonight, but this time you had gotten ready and stood outside SM's building for over an hour, and only got the text from Taemin saying there was traffic it'll probably be an hour or two before he gets home. When you asked for an elaboration, no response.

It wasn't like Taemin to not respond and you were too annoyed to rationalize his actions, immediately jumping to the worse conclusions an angry woman could possibly think of. He is either cheating, or he is dying, and the former seemed more likely in your head. Now, you know, Taemin wouldn't dare enter an affair, honestly you didn't think it was possible, but Taemin would always be upfront about missing things due to schedule because it was his way of facing accountability. It was no secret that he has picked his schedule over you at times, not intending malice, but he would often think these things would be done on time and he would be home in time for you.

Your eyes flicker to the clock on the wall as it quietly ticked. 2:15. It had gotten so late and it dawned on you that you had been moping for over 3 hours and Taemin had only walked through the door maybe an hour ago. "I'm going for a shower, then go to bed. You should sleep, you still have an early schedule tomorrow", you mumbled, shifting your body so that Taemin's head would drop on the seat of th couch.

His eyes followed your hunched figure making way to the bathroom, noting how hard you were trying to act casual. Act as if you weren't pissed at all, but he could see it in your face. How your lips curled down to a frown and your eyes seemed void of any emotion. Taemin quietly remained on the couch, waiting for the sound of water hit the floor. It puzzled the man that he didn't hear music coming from your end, usually your shower times would always have music in the background. The bathroom was your studio and you thought that the shower was loud enough to hide your singing, but this time it was silent. At that moment it clicked in Taemin's head that you were really not happy.

Filled with enough resolve to pull an all-nighter, Taemin would try to make you feel better, even at the cost of sleep. He might as well tidy up and create a cozy space for you, grabbing the plushies that were resting on the windowsill and throwing them to the bed.

As he was chaotically, setting out the comfy pillows and blankets, the string lights and the scented candles, Taemin noticed the mess of clothes, roughly kicked under the bed along with a pen cap. He thought of the situation as odd, investigating the clothes and noticing that it was one of the dresses he bought for you. White silk with lace trims and pen marks just at the hem.

Taemin put two and two together and dropped everything he was doing so he could sneak to the bathroom to see if his assumptions were correct. And it was. He managed to crack the door slightly and through the reflection of the bathroom mirror, he could see parts of your body, covered in pen marks, specifically in writing and he didn't need to read it to know the contents of it.

Often, during your 'low' days, instead of wallowing in sadness and damaging your health, you would write the demeaning thoughts that raptured your brain. The comments were harsh, hurtful and downright despicable, but they were words to yourself and usually at the end of the night, Taemin would carefully wash away those words, filling you with words of affirmation and making sure that you knew how amazing you are, how strong you are, how beautiful you are and how grateful he is to have a partner like you.

"Amore? I'm coming in.."

The voice snapped you out of your zombied state, looking up to see Taemin, open the door a bit more as he watches you carelessly scrubbing at your thigh trying to get the writing off. Your body spin slightly to hide yourself, you didn't want him to see you like this. In your head, you have been doing so well, but after being bailed on, your insecurities were set to over 9000 and with so many female idols professing their crush on Taemin, you suddenly felt unwanted.

The feeling of the warm shower felt nice against your skin, but Taemin's timid kisses on your shoulder had caught you off guard, suddenly feeling as if fire coated your body. "Don't take my job away from me", his husky whisper, caused the hair on your neck to stand and soon your body was shifted to sit on the edge of the bathtub next to the shower.

You looked up again to see that Taemin had not taken off his clothes, subsequently getting soaked, as he adjusts the shower head so at least the stream could reach your feet from where you were sat. His hands grabs the sponge and soap and began working on the space just above your knees. "If you had told me, I would have dropped everything..."

"I don't want to be that type of person who disrupts her boyfriend's schedule.."

"I don't care. If I had known that you had a bad morning, I would have re-scheduled everything for after Japan.."

"It's fine amore... It's just a stupid overreaction.." your voice was a low whisper barely audible but there was a hitch on your throat that let Taemin know, it was anything but an overreaction. In part, he could tell it was his fault.

"So what did you write?", he asks despite having already read the legible parts before he scrubbed it off.

"Oh you know.. the usual stuff.." you began, feeling at ease as most of the ink had faded, becoming illegible enough that you or Taemin couldn't read it. "..mostly, how much I hate you.", you finally teased.

"That's fair. You could hate me all you want. But, I still love you", Taemin beamed despite letting out a defeated sigh, his hands carefully massage your calves with much earnestly as his head lowers to plant a trail of kisses on your thighs.

"You sure? Am I not too.. much?"

"Never..." Taemin placed an arm on either side of you, propping himself up so he could kiss your lips, pushing a little harder at your reciprocation. "All.. I ever wanted.. All I ever needed is here in front of me", he breathes out slowly, staring at you as your foreheads press together.

"I'm sure... you have said that plenty of times.." you sighed defeatedly, pulling away so you could grab the sponge and continue scrubbing at your arms, bending it at odd angles to get everything off.

You were no stranger to letting Taemin be fully aware of your insecurities and fears. You have been together for a while now and maybe his enlistment helped you stay secure, but now that he is out an about, it kind of itched at the back of your head. You weren't conventionally the type of girl that Taemin had relationships with. He is deceptively close to a lot of the female stylists, and heck up until recently, worked with an ex until the end of the 'Guilty' promotions.

"Don't speak like that.. I hate that you think that you don't deserve being loved.. especially from an idiot like me". Taemin's words were so adamant and full of intent that it caught you off guard.

There was a moment of silence that clouded room and Taemin took the opportunity to rid your body from any more nasty words. You watched him closely still trying to decipher the faded letters on your skin, frowning as he makes his own assumptions and then frowning at you disapprovingly before leaving kisses whenever he successfully scrubs a bad word off. As he turns off the shower, you observed how clothes were sticking onto his body and you couldn't help but admire how he kept his physique.

Gods. I don't deserve you. You let out a scoff, laughing to yourself of how stupid you were feeling. But seeing Taemin look equally hurt, washed all those worries and anger that was directed at him.

He flashed an endearing smile towards you, crouching down so that you were at the same eye level. "Y/N-ah, I will spend the rest of my days, trying to show you how much I love you.. if you'd let me", his last words were cut off by him placing another kiss at your lips, settling himself in between your legs. quickly wrapping your legs around his waist so he could pick you up.

"Woah, woah wait, Taemin, I'm still drenched. We're both wet mops!" you squealed as your body get lifted from your seat, wrapping yourself around Taemin's torso, trying not to slip. See he was surprisingly strong. You had thanked Minho for that, and you weren't necessarily lighter than Taemin either, being on a thicker side but he swears he loves that about you. More to love, he says.

You both giggled like little school children as Taemin carries you back to the bedroom, while in your head you cursed yourself for needing to go back out to clean the trail of water droplets before it causes an accident. But by the time your body had been dropped onto the fluffy blanket that Taemin had set out, all thoughts had left your head. The room was surprisingly warm and warmly lit too. Your head tilted back to see the string lights had been set up and the smell of peonies and vanilla covered the room. You were so distracted, you didn't even see Taemin trying to herd Kkoong and Daeng out of the room as he closes the door behind him.

It didn't take long either, but soon you found yourself under Taemin as he crawls on top of you, staring into your eyes lovingly. He couldn't help but be mesmerized at how much you were like a ray of sunshine to him. He would never let anything harm you. Not even himself.

That being said, on closer inspection of your body, he could tell by the faint bruising on the intimate parts of your body, that recently he had been rough in bed with you and while you didn't complain, he was aware he needed to show his affection and need for you in a more gentle manner this time. "Amore? Can I love your body as well please?" he asks so sweetly that you could only cup his face, and turn your head away, trying to not get embarrassed.

There was something pure about every time Taemin asks for permission. Usually he takes what he wants and it drives you insane (in a good way), but when he tries to be more loving about it, it felt like it was the first time for both of you; playful, clumsy, shy, always asking if things are okay and whether a line was crossed. But Taemin had done it so beautifully where sex was at your own pace and intensity, at moments like these, you were in charge, not in the dominant sense, but in general. Yes, he'd still dominate you, but it felt different. Instead of being the obediant submissive, that succumbed to the naughty wiles of your boyfriend, you felt like you were his only air to breath, a goddess to worship.

Taemin did revel when you are like this though. To see you flushed on the bed, when your legs would twitch and rub against each other when his finger would graze down your torso. Delicately, he would trace down from your lips, down your neck and over the hill of your breast and down your stomach. It was tantalizing and almost overbearing for you to handle. His movement was light as a feather and would apply enough pressure to on certain parts to bring you back to him.

Quickly, Taemin peels his wet shirt off his body, sighing in comfort before turns his attention to you again.His body shifts a little bit, lowering his body onto yours, bringing his lips to your ears. "I know this isn't enough to make up for tonight.. " his low shuddering voice, caused your to mewl, rolling your head aside, exposing the areas, you needed him to stimulate.

Slowly, resting his weight on your body, he leaves tantalizing kisses on your neck and collarbone, repeatedly whispering your name as if it was the only word he knows. His devious hands roam the sides of your body before quickly grasping the back of your knee on one leg and pulling it up to wrap around his waist. The movement caused his hips to thrust gently, making you feel through his sweatpants, his bulge, protruding and grinding onto your naked core.

A bare moan barely escaped your throat before Taemin occupied your vacant lips, weighing down in the kiss with so much need and urgency. You were suddenly in a daze when he left your lips and targeted your breasts. Just a little nip made your body almost sit up but Taemin shot down that reaction by keeping a firm palm just on the middle of your chest, essentially, holding you down.

Taemin had always played like this, being so agonizingly slow and unpredictable and his tongue darted out, lapping at your nipples before sucking on the area around it. Your back arches upward, feeling the built up tension forming in between your legs and suddenly you were need to feel something more and not even grinding through his sweatpants is going to cut it.

"Amore.. please.." you whimpered shyly, turning your head to stare at the wall, using one of your hands to cover your face.

"Hm?"

"Please take me.."

"I don't think you're being serious", he lets out a soft giggle, teasing you as he sits up, trying to shift down the band of his sweats, pushing down his boxers as well.

Seeing his dick pop out all the sudden made your eyes roll, biting your lip and mumbled your initial statement under your breath, horribly failing at controlling yourself.

"Oh.. I guess, I should put this away then.." his voice was so playful that it ticked a nerve.

"Oh for the love of god Taemin, please!" your tone was a mixture of desperation and annoyance, but as you tried to sit up to scowl at him, Taemin with his best effort, pinned you back down on the bed again.

Taemin was holding you down by the shoulders, boring a hole through you with his eyes, but you were so flushed and excited that you couldn't even look at him in the eyes. Your body however was telling a different story as your legs have parted, allowing Taemin to slot himself in the middle, now with shaft pressed in between your bodies.

Carefully, one of his hands, held onto yours, bringing up just to the side of your head. His other hand reaches down and guides his member just to your heated core, gently pushing himself in until he was fully engulfed in you. The slow spread made you wince. Naturally with Taemin's busy schedule, there wasn't really enough time to have sex constantly and that left you feeling pretty tight, as if you walls forgot the shape of his dick.

"Oh...fuck", he hisses, if it felt too tight around him, god knows how it must be for you. "Are you okay? Do you want me to take it slow?"

Your head feverishly shakes from side to side, assuring him that you're okay, gently patting your hand on his arm, mouthing the words 'keep going'.

One slow movement out and Taemin quickly thrusts his hips, causing a jolt in your senses, covering your mouth with the back of your free hand to prevent any loud noises. Your boyfriend frowned, adjusting himself so he could finally lower his torso on top of yours.

"No no, I want to hear you", following through his words by resting head in the direction your face was pointed at, close enough that his ear was pressed against your lips.

Wasting no time, Taemin moves his hips again, finally hearing the soft yelp that left your lips, whimpering needlessly as your body feels overwhelmed with how you were coming undone beneath him. Every time he snaps his hips forward, you could feel your legs raise each time, groaning as he hits new depth in you in this manner, which made you mumble profanities into his ear.

Snickering, Taemin tries to reach upwards, grabbing a pillow before kissing you gently on the lips, his sudden slow pace winds you down before fully pulling away.

"My my amore.. look how wet you are" his eyes practically shined seeing your legs spread, seeing how your region was throbbing from suddenly feeling empty.

"Shut up..." you could only manage to whine before you felt his hands snake under you, pulling your hips up so he can place the fluffed up pillow under you.

As he attempts to push your hips and legs further up and closer to your chest, so he can scoot himself closer to you, your hands immediately dart forwards, digging your nail into his arm to catch his attention. Taemin slightly raised his head, his eyes were so dark and like a mist of lust had clouded over them and he was trying to hard not to lose control around you.

You could only flash a sweet smile before struggling slightly to raised you hand, enough for your fingers to caress his cheeks before using your other arm to lever you upwards, enough so that you could reach to tug at Taemin's hair before pushing his head down slightly.

"Clean me." the soft request from you was met with a low growl from Taemin before smirking at you. He was more than happy to comply, quickly shuffling downwards so his face was mere inches from your groin.

"Say it again...", he whispered,, casting a cool breath on your pelvic area, slowly blowing a trail further down, waiting for your words.

"Please clean me, amo---ahh", you could barely finish your statement before Taemin's tongue dart out, giving your clit a tentative lick, placing the flat muscle firmly against it. He loved how you moaned uncontrollably. He knew how much it took within you to ask him to basically eat you out. While you had no issue sucking his pretty little soul out of his dick; eating you out at your request was not something you did often. It usually got you going quick, and the orgasms you would experience is far from your general orgasms, you knew that, he knew that.

It wasn't long before his lips cascaded downwards, forming a suction at your entrance and happily sucking up the trail of wetness that managed to form and drip from your core. The way he lapped his tongue around the entrance of your pussy could drive you insane. but Taemin being Taemin, he couldn't help himself.

Mustering enough strength, he finally hoists your legs around his shoulders, while he sat up to a kneeling position. Taemin's arms wrapped so tightly around your waist, not only to keep the lower half of your body upwards, but he was ready to devour you.

It was already hard on your to almost balance your weight on your shoulders and if it weren't for Taemin's grip around your form, you would have been rendered helpless, quivering, when his tongue descends into your pussy, twirling his tongue for a bit before attacking the main prize once more, back to your clit. You had been so overwhelmed that your bud was so sensitive to any type of friction and when Taemin decided to continuously flick at it with his tongue before giving it a quick suck, its like hot white flashes burned into your eyelids.

You wouldn't last long in this state, not that it mattered to your boyfriend, he was more than determined to let you orgasm in his mouth. "F-fu..ck, Taem... fuck.." you could only muster two words repeatedly as your legs almost clench around his head and suddenly you had enough strength to indeed balance your weight on your shoulders, arching your back and needlessly grabbing onto his dark locks.

In response, Taemin's efforts were doubled. "Cum for me". His words vibrated through as his hold went from around your body, to white knuckle death grip on your hips, making sure you couldn't escape even if you tried. And there you would finally grace his tongue with your orgasm as your legs twitched endlessly and a squeal finally breaks free from throat. He would diligently lap it all up, making sure not a single drop was wasted.

"Mm, such a good tasting girl" Taemin chuckles before finally letting your body drop to the bed, letting your catch your breath. "What do you think Amore? Should I finally fuck you again? Or should I make you watch me show you how amazing your body is?"

His questions piqued your curiosity, you obviously wanted nothing more than Taemin in you. You've been so needy for him that not even rummaging through your collection of sex-toys could please you, but because you took to long to respond, it was practically obvious you wanted to see what the second suggestion meant.

The devilish man, finally smiled, leaning down to give your forehead a quick peck before shuffling to the other edge of the bed, holding your hand and guiding you to sit with him on his side. He motions for you to stay where you are as he gets up to scoot the clothing rack, meant for robes/towels/clothing ready to be worn for the day, aside , revealing a wide full body length mirror.

Quizzically darting your eyes between your reflection and his, you were snapped out of your confusion when Taemin gently lifts your head by your chin with his finger, leaning down to capture your lips, softly moaning your name out.

"My love... my life...", he's doing it again. The low rumble in his voice, the voice only you hear in private. Desperation, desire all molded into a sweet tone as he kisses down your neck and out your shoulders. "My sunshine.... Y/N.. Amore", he continues on as he moves back to the bed, kneeling behind you as he pulls you just slightly back from the edge, enough so that you could lean back and rest on his chest.

Equally, Taemin's frame shrinks just slightly so he can bury his face on the crook of your neck, lavishly decorating it with kisses and little nips to stir a sound out of you. A hand reaches down between your legs, fingers tauntingly circling around your clit once more before a lone finger knocks at the entrance of your pussy, slightly pushing in.

That sensation alone was enough for your head to rock back against Taemin's shoulders, mewling slightly with your eyes closed, while his actions beforehand was weird (to you at the very least), all those questions and worries were out the window when a second finger joined the first, gently spreading your apart. It wasn't his dick, but by God was Taemin talented with his fingers. Being skilled in playing the piano only meant good things for you, naughty things for you. Taemin eagerly pumps his digits on and out of you before hooking them to look for a sweet spot. A spot that would knock out your senses before you knew it.

Once you let out a breathless gasp, he knew he had found that sweet spot and continuously massaged it, stimulating it, all the while you had not even noticed a third finger already in you, stretching your tight hole more than you could ever dream. The slick noises your pussy made drove Taemin insane. The fact you could feel him grind his hard-on on the small of your back, drove you insane. You feel the hard muscle twitch so hard behind you, it was practically slapping against your skin and the thought of it plowing in and out you, had you soaking.

It didn't take long but your legs were fully spread open, one leg raised up on the bed and the other still somewhat planted on the bed with your foot on the floor, on your tiptoes. You had become a whimpering mess only chanting your mantra of Taemin's name and God. You tried so hard not to clamp your legs shut because it could be game over if you tightened around his fingers, but something in your started stirring and the pressure built up once more.

Taemin uses his free hand to move your head to look at the mirror, whispering into your ear. "I want you to watch... I need you to see", and with that he shifted his weight, focus and energy on the hand that pleasure you. He pumped in and out of you one last time until his middle and ring finger were knuckle deep into you before hooking up and down in a crane like motion.

You finally mustered the energy and attention to look at the mirror. Oh. So this is what he wanted you to see, to make you see how much he knows your body, how much he coveted it.

"I want you to see how beautiful you are.. how much I burn for you", he callously whispered into your ear. "Look at yourself amore, look at us.."

Like he said, because he was sitting behind you, you couldn't see his face, but now you could see, how your mewls excited him, how when your lips part to sing his name, it caused him to bite his lips, and when your head would roll to the side, he would take a deep breath in, inhaling and absorbing your scent. There was something in his demeanour and actions, everything you did had an effect on him and oh boy his damn eyes. His damn eyes gave him away. He looked at you like you were his reason to live, he looks at you like he was the fucking luckiest man on earth because you chose him. Despite the ups and downs, he had you and to know that he could witness you like this, it was perfect.

While your head may be resting onto his chest, face slightly away, your eyes were still fixed on your reflection. There was something hot about it. To see yourself come undone, a whimpering broken mess on the merit of his fingers alone.

His arms and general hand was still, but you could feel his fingers manoeuvre wildly in your and suddenly those squelches became more audible. His spare hand roams around your torso, grabbing at whatever as he is in deep focus trying to achieve what you didn't know your body could do.

As the pace of his fingers intensify, so did your breathing. Suddenly it was ragged, quick paced like you had ran a marathon and the slight brush of his thumb against your clit, was the final catalyst that sent you to a different type of nirvana. The pressure you felt was not just another orgasm. You watched your reflection as Taemin had managed to make squirt, spraying onto the floor and mostly pooling in his hand. But he didn't stop there, he quickly pulled out his fingers out of you, quickly brushing his hand like a fan over your entire pussy and clit , making the spray more dispersed eliciting more than just a squeal, it was more like a guttural scream that had your whole body convulsing.

The moment had you collapsing onto the bed, narrowly avoiding Taemin, as you try to catch your breath, half rolling your torso around the bed. "Holy... good fuck..." you gasped out, suddenly your mouth felt dry and your throat felt drier. "Wha.. what the fuck amore" you let out a low chuckle, slightly bewildered that happened.

"Soon it won't just be my fingers that makes that happen" he giggles, reaching over to give your ass a little smack. "How about it Amore?", his body turns to face you slightly.

Your head whips to look up at him and his erection standing proud, you were so dazed that you didn't even expect your body to move on its own accord. Suddenly you were on your knees and elbows, on all fours, hunched over and eagerly placing Taemin in your mouth. Gratifying him his own moment of pleasure. After what you just experienced, this is the least you could do to thank him.

Once your lips had formed a seal, enough to make a pop when you pulled away, Taemin whined. It wasn't just you, him too, sensitive aching to feel bliss. For a moment the thought crossed both of you minds, you were only sucking him off to give your pussy a break, but none of you could complain. Well, Taemin would, but feeling the back of your throat with his dick sent him on whirl. He didn't even need to hold the back of your head to keep you down, you were so willing already to take as much of him in your mouth.

It took a lot of self-control not to grab your hair and push you down so hard that you couldn't breathe, but eventually Taemin buckles, his body arching forward as he braces himself on your back. The motion of your tongue swiping on the underside of his dick before puckering your cheeks in to create the sweet vacuum he would empty himself in.

Soft groans would only escape Taemin now as you head repeatedly bobs up and down his shaft, tantalizing the tip with your tongue, playfully placing kisses on his pelvis as you move to pump him with your hand. He straightens himself, head rolled back, slowly losing the ability to stay in control and you could only look up to see his chest rising and sinking rapidly each time your grip tightened just enough. The way his adam's apple with also bob on his neck as he struggles to speak. "N...no..."

"Do you want me to stop?" your voice steeped in panic.

Taemin shakes his head, chuckling in amusement.

"D-did I do something wrong?", now you sounded worried, shifting to sit up in the same kneeling position Taemin is in.

"Relax amore.. tonight was supposed to be all about you..." he whispered.

You yelped as he grabs you by the shoulders, pulling you towards him as he throws you down onto the bed, quickly positioning himself on top of you in a straddle. His hands navigate to search for yours before clasping and pinning them on either side of your head. You both giggle as you faux struggle against his grip, attempting to lean upwards to peck the corner of his lips.

"I'm serious.. Y/N, tonight is all about you, I'm here to make you feel pleasure.. love... joy... all the good things in the world, my amore" Taemin cooes as he looks down at you.

His eyes were so different again. There was glimmer in those chocolate pools that captivated you and the way he smiles at you made your heart skip a beat because gosh, his smile would be the solution to any shiity day possible. The way he would laugh, or pout when he is being a bratty boyfriend; the way he would nonchalantly do gentlemanly things without even you asking him to do it.

"Taem..you don't... you don't need to do all of that. I already know it.." you sighed as you managed to slip your hands away from Taemin's hold, finally allowing your arms to hook around his neck and pull him down. "You're such an idiot.. but I love you so much Amore" you giggled before pecking his lips.

Taemin smiled once more, deeming that one kiss was not enough, going for another one. Then another one. Followed by a third.. a fourth and essentially you two were back to making out again. Ravenously chasing each other lips, how your tongues would battle for dominance, or how you two would bite each other's lips as a way to communicate. A quick nip would be a 'please I need you', a long swipe of the teeth would be a 'show me how much you want me', but a long bite, followed by the pulling of the other lip was a 'i'm begging you'; and that is what would happen, round after round, your lips would nibble on Taemin's lower lip, hungrily moaning for more as your body begin to roll upwards against him.

Taemin shuffles once more, guiding your legs so he can kneel in between them, dotting hurried kisses up and down your body, letting out a soft growl as he pushes your legs back, allowing to align himself at your entrance, agonizingly dragging the tip of his cock up and down your slit, bumping against your clit from time to time, making you carelessly whimper in anticipation. "Should we pick up where we left off Amore?"

You could barely respond a 'yes', he didn't give you enough time to but the pleased and relieved moan you let out as you feel his dick slowly entering inside you, lets him know, it was time. He buck his hip, gently adding more force behind his thrust to gauge how sensitive you are. But as you were so relaxed and lost in the pleasure of being filled, he picked up the pace.

The two of you get so high of the primal way Taemin fucked you, like his life depended on it. The way your walls clenched around him in a periodic rhythm in time to his thrusts drove Taemin to moan your name. You like it when he does. He gets so whimpery and cute. He wouldn't be like this if he used other 'terms' of endearment, but by god, he just fucked you the same way.

Soon your hips were rolling to meet every thrust, almost pushing him in deep inside you again and it made you see stars. Your eyes would roll back, the same way your back would arch off the bed, feeling overwhelmed as Taemin would slow his thrusts, pulling out fully before slamming in again, in one quick motion. When it felt like his thrusts were causing you to slightly shift away from him, he would grab your wrists the laid on your side, keeping you still, in place as the slow deep thrusts cause you mind to go blank.

You couldn't tell, but you were barely keeping it together. The strings of nonsense you manage to let out from your lips was inane babble to Taemin's ears. You didn't want him to fuck you like this. You needed him to be closer, on top of you, so you could whisper sweet nothings into his ear. To tell him to go slow, to feel every inch of each other.

When Taemin tried to pull out for another big thrust, that's when you leaped into action, immediately sitting up, only to hook a hand around his neck, and pulling him down with you again, staring into his eyes. "I need you close... to... me" you panted.

The man smirked slightly, supporting himself on his elbows, whilst his hands were busy playing with your hair, pulling strands of your face, that way he could study the small expressions that decorated your visage whenever he thrusted. When it was a quick one, your eyes would shoot open, lips slightly parted and inaudible scream would leave you. When it was slow and deep, your lids would be half hooded, lips reddened from how hard you were biting it and delightful moan was soft and music to his ears.

Your body would only continue to squirm and writhe in pleasure as Taemin moves his hand to cup and your breasts, gently pinching your nipple before slowly and softly dragging his nails down the side of your body, reaching to pin his hand between your ass and the mattress. Every time his thrust had you lifted off the bed, he would slap your ass gently causing an excited giggle out of you. "Oh it sounds like some wants their ass red.."

Another giggle as you nod you head, looking up at Taemin with doe like eyes and feigning innocent face, which drove him wild. How could his sweet love pull such an angelic air around her while agreeing to having her ass slapped about. It was a good tactic to get what you want and you want nothing more than to feel like you could lose you senses as Taemin pounded into you.

Taemin raises himself enough so he could bring your legs together again and in one motion, flipping you around so you were on your stomach. Not needing to be told what to do, you tried to keep yourself as flat to the bed as possible, except for the slight bed in your back to perk your ass up in the air, wiggling slightly to taunt Taemin.

The man could only smirk, testing your tolerance by giving a gentle slap and listening to your pleased mewl. He places himself behind you, slapping each cheek with his dick before spreading you apart once more. Taemin wasn't stupid, he knew why you liked this position. Not only can you have the satisfaction of your cheeks being marked, but with your legs closed tight and in this bent form, you were impeccably tight. Tight enough that Taemin would have second thought fucking you in this position because it almost felt like he was breaking your walls down.

A slow hiss ripped through Taemin's teeth as he insert himself, groaning profanities. It felt tighter than it did, when you two started earlier on and at this point, he might not last much longer. Like instinct, Taemin's hands placed themselves just on the base of your spine, holding you down as he proceeds to move his hips, causing your to moan wantonly into the matress. It was erratic and aimless, you didn't know what to feel, but the pressure of being held down and being fucked in angles and depth that you didn't know could happen, your body was almost begging to release.

In your position, you swing your arms to stretch in front of you, grabbing hold on the blanket and gripping at it whenever Taemin used his weight to pile drive into your aching core. The groans and mewls and fully turned into a fully vocal and resonant cries of pleasure. Taemin had a kink for your sinful moans and you will scream the house down for both of your pleasure because you are starting to become overwhelmed.

As your head tries to turn to look back at Taemin, you catch yourself, your reflection in the mirror. Ass perked up in the air with your own personal god, fucking you like the world was about to end. Watching Taemin's reflection as he drops his all into his thrusts made you wetter than possible, Is that how we look like.. Is that how slutty I look? Fuck.. look at him, he looks so good fucking me like this. You were so enchanted by the view, you didn't even realize Taemin was looking at you through the reflection.

"Don't we look good amore?" he groans with a quick thrust. "I told you, see how beautiful you look like this" Another thrust.

It's not like you haven't watched porn, nor have sent countless of masturbation videos to each other before, but there was something deeply erotic and sensual about how Taemin's movement would have a ripple effect on you and the sight of his face as it contorts in pleasure, how his soft lips would part to moan your name before cursing under his breath.

Shyly hiding your face behind your stretched out arm as you continue to look in the mirror. "Amore.. I want to see you cum in me..", you hummed before crossing your legs and bending your knee to raise them up, essentially keeping Taemin pinned close to you.

"But first..", he slaps you ass as he feel the heel of your foot bump against his backside. "It's time for you to scream my name again".

Taemin adjusts his knelt position, and now focusing on pumping his dick in and out of you. He kept on hand applying pressure on your lower back to hold you down while the spare hand took turns in slapping each cheek, or carelessly drawing lines down your back with his nails.

It suddenly got too much as the thrusts became shallow but effectively rubbing against you sweet spot, making you cry out his name. "Oh fuck... amore... Taemin.. please". The more louder you got the more wilder the thrusts were and this time, Taemin's hands were at your hips practically slamming you onto him, each time causing you to shudder uncontrollably. "F-fuck.. fuck.. fuck.." you drawled out as the eruption of your orgasm is finally about to hit like a double deck bus.

Overwhelmed, slightly broken, the culmination of multiple orgasms back to back did lay bearing on the intensity this orgasm brought. Whilst the hight pitch scream of you lover's name filled the room, it hits you again, the sound of the loud squelching and slight spray that dared to slip Taemin' out of you. What's worse is you had your eyes open and you could see it in your reflection how intense that was for you. Warm waves of euphoria washes over you and Taemin could see it in your eyes that slight moment where daze hits and you felt that post-orgasm numbness fog your brain in an instant.

"Told you, you'd do it again...and not by my fingers this time. You did so well amore" Taemin's words of affirmation brought you comfort, although you weren't sure it was processing in your head fully.

However despite how tingling your body is, how your legs quivered as your orgasm basically washed over Taemin. Your walls pulsated, tightening further around him and it was enough to tip him over the edge.

You would continue to watch Taemin essentially lose himself, a mixture of focus and tiredness encompass his face. His eyes hooded and clouded with ecstasy. His rapid breathing mixed with the frustrated grunts, he was all too close to getting to the same state as you.

Taemin's head would throw back again, groaning nothing but your name as he would have exploded out of you mid thrust if it weren't for your legs pinning him closer to you. You used the last of your strength to keep him in places as he empties himself in you. "F-fuck. Y/N-ah", he groans as his body keels over, his now sweat ridden forehead resting on your back.

There was a moment of silence that felt like eternity as both of you catch your breath together and Taemin finally pulls away, resting against the headboard and smiling at the sight that graced him.

"Stay still amore", he finally breaks the quietness before getting up.

He slowly guides and manouvers your body around, still bent over but now you were back at the edge of the bed, but with your back turned against the mirror. Taemin sat beside you and gently patted your ass. "Do you want to see how creamy you are amore?" he teased.

With a puzzled look, you attempt to twist your torso, so you can half turn to see what Taemin meant. And creamy you did. The imagine of you slightly spreading yourself to see the final mixture of both Taemin and yours, pool slightly out of your entrance, dripping onto the bed.

"I will never get sick of seeing you filled up.." Taemin giggled, talking to you through your reflection. He beamed up once more as he took the opportunity to let you see him lean over and naughtily nip at your cheek, slapping it once you let out a pained moan.

You laugh as you push Taemin down on the bed, scooting over to straddle him, quickling teasing him by pinching his cheeks and trying to tickle his sides. "If you keep on filling me up mister.... we'll end up having a responsibility nine months later.." you huffed slightly.

"Then maybe..." Taemin's devilish grin pops before, using his hands on your waist and pulling you upwards closer that you end up sitting on his chest. He looks down to see the trail of your orgasms line his torso. He tentatively licks his lips before gently biting his lower one.

"You idiot.. eating me out now, is not going to 100% stop a pregnancy.." you laughed, slightly flicking his forehead before dismounting him. You grabbed one of the blankets and wiped Taemin's chest free from your debaucherous sins, before throwing it aside and settling in beside him.

"Hey Y/N-ah... "

"Mm?"

"I love you..."

"I love you too."

"Next time, tell me when you are having your lows so I can catch you and make you feel safe... " he mumbles softly, turning to face you as his arm drapes over your body for a hug.

You pursed your lips before smirking at him, getting the weird feeling of being annoyed because he is being so damn cute and aggression is kicking in. Your hand reaches up to aggressively pinch his cheeks.

"You are such a cheese. A baby cheese. My cheese", you sigh contentedly.

"Yes. Your baby cheese" he chuckles before lowering his frame so he could nuzzle against you, resting his head on your chest as you begin to hum and play with his hair.

"By the way.. can you lie for me and tell the rest of the members I'm sick? It's not much, but lets have that date.. at home tomorrow...or well.. when we wake up.." Taemin mumbles half realizing the time.

"Won't you get in trouble?"

"It's okay. You're worth it..." he slowly drifts off followed by the soft sounds of his snores.

"Okay, Amore... tomorrow, it will be a day just for us.. "

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[hotlikewasabi521]

imagine, if you will, a sbg fantasy au

I don't know if anyone's done this yet but here we go! I'm a huge fantasy nerd, so I might be biased here, but I think sbg in a fantasy setting would go hard. now you could really throw in any ships, but personally, I built this idea around Tyden and Taylyn

so consider this:

(fair warning, this got a lot longer than I thought it would, I kinda ran with it)

Tyler and Taylor are the prince and princess of the kingdom, but they've essentially been running the country since they became teenagers what with their father having passed away and their mother being unfit to rule due to her mental state after her husband's passing. After their father died, Tyler still takes on the role of caretaker of sorts. Sometimes he even has a habit of burning himself out, Taylor and Ashlyn have to remind him often that it's okay to take a break. Ashlyn actually pulled him to the side one night and practically forced him to let Taylor start taking on more responsibilities, just so that he wouldn't fall under the weight of the kingdom.

On the subject of Ashlyn, her parents served in the king and queen's royal guard, and she even followed in her parent's footsteps. Considering both her lineage and the fact that she basically grew up with Tyler and Taylor, she winds up becoming the personal guard of the prince and princess(the twins) and the acting captain of the royal guard once she's deemed ready (which considering it's Ashlyn, is relatively quick). When it comes to her hearing, she'd definitely have some sort of wool or something put in her helmet to help muffle any loud noises. But her hearing also makes her a perfect guard, even allowing her to keep surveillance a fair distance away.

Eventually, it comes a time when the advisers decide that Tyler is of an age that he needs to find a suitor. The twins manage to fight it for as long as they can but when they turn 19, there's no getting around it. This would be around the time that Aiden and Ben show up, though for an unrelated reason.

See, Aiden is a prince himself, and Ben is a nobleman(title unknown) with close blood relation to the throne as well. Aiden isn't exactly all that into being a prince though, he'd rather go out, have fun, and be an adventurer (which is exactly what he's doing in the twin's kingdom) Ben is there to make sure Aiden doesn't get himself killed or cause any trouble with any foreign powers (friendly or otherwise).

As for Logan, well, his knack for astrology isn't going to waste, that's for sure. See, he's the apprentice of the kingdom's Royal Astronomer. And he absolutely loves it. Not only does he get to study the stars and be able to help support his grandparents, who would still run a flower shop in the capital's town square

Now of course rumors floating around the castle staff that Taylor has a secret love. Granted they can never catch a glimpse of the mystery suitor, (thanks to Ashlyn's super hearing) but the kitchen staff has it on good authority that it's someone from the royal guard. (Ashlyn and Taylor likely would have kept their relationship on the down-low for a bit in the beginning, but would eventually take it public, I mean, who's gonna stop them? the twins run the country, and of course, their mom just wants them to be happy and maybe give her a grandkid or two if either of them wants to have any)

That being said, the idea of little secret late-night rendevous where they wander the castle grounds talking and maybe wind up stargazing in the gardens is too good to pass up (They may not know as much about astronomy as say Logan, but they would definitely make up their own constellations and stories to go with them)

As for our other pair: Naturally, Tyler has a very strong opinion of Aiden. He's not exactly princely, and he does NOT like the fact his attitude when it comes to the politics of being in a royal family. But at the same time, this not-so-princely prince isn't like any other noble or royal he's ever met. He's intrigued. Deep down, there's a part of Tyler that wants to know more about Aiden and the world that he's gotten to explore and adventure through.

In the end, Aiden may or may not be the one who manages to get Tyler to enjoy his youth while he can, convincing him that the weight of the world doesn't have to fall on his shoulders alone. And Tyler may or may not have found himself a suitor in the process.

#school bus graveyard #sbg #sbg (webtoon) #taylyn #tyden #tyler hernandez #taylor hernandez #ashlyn banner #aiden clark #ben clark #logan fields #taylor sbg #tyler sbg #ashlyn sbg #aiden sbg #ben sbg #logan sbg #I might actually write something for this later

[winthorntales]

Femslash Friday: Couples That Never Were But Should Have Been Vol. 3

It's no surprise to me that Jemma and Daisy/Skye is already a known ship (maybe even popular as far as non-canons go.) So I don’t think I need to discuss how much these two, aesthetically alone, just make sense. 

But I do want to point out that the canon for AoS being what is when it comes to Jemma/Fitz, this FSF post will first focus on one character, who should have at least been a WLW (woman-lovin’ woman a.k.a. sapphic-inclined - pick any orientation label you’d like for that.)

Daisy shoulda been into chicks, y’all. If not to be with Jemma, then to be with some damn body because I needed to see all of her badass femme!top-seme-realness reach its glory.

Jemma is clearly deep in with Fitz when Daisy’s sapphic vibes peak (meaning all her male love interests are dead and she’s focusing on being solo dolo).

My heart would’ve equally, if not more so, melted if we could’ve at least gotten some young adorkable hacker lesbian with the personality of Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds on the team. She could’ve taken over the former Skye’s role as the web-wiz of the group. 

And then these two sapphos could’ve competed against Jemma/Fitz for most adorable couple ever on AoS before Yoyo/Mack even came into existence.

absolutely played by the enchantingly cute Taylor Russell, right? I mean, right?

*lovelorn sigh* .......After getting (emotionally-wounded-and-closed-off) S3/S4-Daisy to open up, let the guard down a bit and return to her normal self some, Daisy and Adorkable Hacker Girl could first bond over hacking and swap stories about their backgrounds as outcasts. Daisy’s being because she was an orphan, Adorkable Hacker Girl’s being because perhaps she was severely neglected and abused by a family whose idea of love was three square meals a day and a slap instead of a fist some days. 

This could lead to conversations about what defines family and revelations about how AHG sees herself as weak compared to Daisy because she has this aversion to violence and could never stand up to her family, stand up for herself or the siblings she cared about. She instead ran away and erased herself from the world by becoming this shape-shifting entity on the internet, which fills her with shame.

Then Daisy could try to teach her how to fight in a very private intimate setting as a way of encouraging her and protecting her from feeling embarrassed, letting her learn at her own pace. Of course, AHG doesn't let on about her traumatic past with violence and goes along with the training because she appreciates the gesture and wants to be close to Daisy. And of course, there comes a point when it all becomes overwhelming. At this point, when AHG shuts down and wants to quit, Daisy realizes, the hard way, that this approach to helping her overcome her aversion was a mistake all along because literally not knowing how to throw a punch is not actually the root of her problem. She could either find out what that root problem is through talking to her or dig through her past with the ole hacker skills and piece it together or do a combination of both.

She’ll go on to rescue AHG from violent ambushes by SHIELD enemies and comfort her later, when she feels like crap for freezing up or freaking out when the team needed her. Then what must follow is the inevitable episode where AHG does something brave without using violence, gets results and a near fatal injury in the process, which will lead to a bedside scene where the girl smiles through the pain and says “I just wanted to be strong like you for once.” 

And then Daisy, sitting next to her in bed and holding her hand with interlocked fingers, will kiss her hand and say “you’re stronger” and with tears sliding down, Daisy will kiss her forehead and---well, you get it, you get it. 

Now, let’s circle back to the idea of Jemma as our sapphic-inclined Daisy’s main love interest. 

As much as I love love love Fitz....his and Jemma's whole universe keeping us apart thing just doesn't hit the same romantic beats (especially since it's waaaay overdone) as Daisy's more recent anything for her thing with Jemma.

What I mean by Anything For is the prioritization of another person’s safety, feelings, and goals over the doer’s own, if they have any. Maybe this is just me over-analyzing things, but I feel like, in the later seasons, we see Daisy shift into the specific role of Jemma’s guardian. First, in a small way in S4 - when Daisy finds Jemma during the LMD take over. 

This scene! this SCENE!?!?! Oh, the way she talks her down, pulls her in, and makes her feel safe, that acting -- THAT acting! This whole moment is what officially awakened me to Skimmons! Daisy was hitting all my romantic hero beats to a TEE but only on some best friend shit. So could you imagine if they were actually a couple and she’s searching for her, trying to talk her down and pulls her in like that, I--dead. I have an entire urban fantasy series about demon slayers planned inspired by these two characters because of this precise moment. It’s working title is literally ‘the Daisy x Jemma story.’ Oh yes, I’m not in the messing around business. If I see wasted potential, I pick it up and I build.

In S5, we see Daisy Anything For Her-ing again in a big way when she goes on a tear through the lighthouse trying to rescue Jemma from alien slavery. Which is way more dramatically and immediately satisfying than just knowing Fitz is somewhere out there ‘working on it.’ 

And then once again, we see more Anything For Her-ing in S6 when Daisy supports Jemma flying them across the universe to fight more aliens looking for Past Fitz. And of course Daisy doesn’t mind being Jemma’s Hound because Jemma���s her bestie and she likely sees it as just doing her duty as Captain of the FitzSimmons ship. To the Hets and others who just happen not to ship them, all these acts of love and devotion are likely seen as just Daisy being a good big sister figure to Jemma and Fitz. And that’s lovely for them. 

But you know what would have been lovely for me, fellow femslashers? Leo Fitz being Jemma’s twin brother this whole time and also, of course, Jemma being gayer than a pack of skittles.

Truth be told, I was never a fan of the Twilight-y/Jacob Black-ish way that Jemma/Fitz started, with the latter harboring these feelings and the former being completely oblivious and then awkward about it at first.

I’m not a fan of the Unrequited Love trope in general. And I love Fitz, so I was rooting for him to move on with someone who didn’t need to ease into the idea of loving him that way. But ease Jemma did. And they’re in it for real and for life...well, for the five minutes a year they get to be in the same room, anyway. 

But what could’ve happened if FitzSimmons were twin siblings instead (and I was the head writer on the show who made Jemma and Daisy definite lady-lovin’ ladies, no squinting required)?? 

Jemma and Daisy’s love story begins post-Ward Betrayal, somewhere in late S2 early S3 with some "my emotional rock" moments, followed up with mild flirtations and blushing denials.

Then, as the pair were just beginning to show more overt feelings toward each other, Jemma starts being all anti-inhuman right when Daisy’s powers are emerging.

After the cat quakes out of the bag and Jemma is angry at Fitz and Daisy for hiding this from her, what ensues between the two girls is a tearful conversation about secrets and lies and fixing things that aren’t broken involving the words “are you afraid me?” & “I would never hurt you” somewhere in between. 

Then, after Jemma has some time to cool off, she apologizes to Twin!Brother Fitz for abandoning him and making him feel broken/discarded, then to True Love!Daisy for making her feel afraid to come to her, and then this quote happens “you have to know that the love I have for you runs deeper than fear of the unknown ever will.” 

only there would be kissing...yeh, lots more kissing.

I could sit here and rewrite every arc and scene with Daisy and Jemma as a couple spliced through it, but I won’t take up anymore time. 

Call me old fashioned but a strong rescue romance theme between a Rogue Toughie living by her own code of honor and a Strong-Willed Softie always surviving some kind of peril with her wits until her knight in shining gauntlets returns for her....the concept just melts my heart.

And that’s the vibe Daisy and Jemma give, especially in later parts of the show, which makes me wish that these two had been given the ‘Love Story of a Lifetime’ instead.

#femslash friday #femslash february #wlw concepts #wlw mood #sapphic suggestions #sapphic concept #agents of shield #daisy x jemma #skimmons #taylor russell #wlw love #chloe bennet #elizabeth henstridge

[gorbalsvampire]

On Mass Combat

There are mass combat mechanics in Dark Ages Vampire's Storytellers Guide, but...

Look at it this way. There are a few key principles to fitting mass combat into an RPG, and if you follow them all you don't really need a mass combat system as such.

0) Your players don't want to sit there and wait

This is rule 0 for a reason. I once sat through an interminable Star Wars D20 game in which the GM's particular flavour of brain worms meant he had to roll attacks and damage and reactions for every combatant in a scene before he described what happened. It's not that he had no imagination, it's just it wasn't fair if he didn't roll, and it wasn't fun if it wasn't fair. Or maybe he just hadn't thought about adapting the standard "declare, roll, describe" process of RPGs for an encounter with dozens of active participants. Either way, it was a terrible way to spend an afternoon - and I like rolling dice for attack after attack after attack, when it's a wargame. When I turned up to roleplay, it's just false advertising.

1) Only the PCs' dice really matter

You're running this scene for your players. They're rolling for their characters. Dice that have nothing to do with their characters don't need to be rolled. Really, this is an extension of Rule 0, but turned sideways so it becomes advice rather than an excuse for an anecdote. I'm a big fan of "only players roll" in general for RPGs and for the way the ST systems work, it really helps to set the players a roll against a target number and have margin of success or failure decide consequences.

2) Just because it's combat doesn't mean you have to roll combat pools

Mass combat is a chance for Leadership to shine. In V5 I would consider something like Resolve or Composure + Leadership to be the best possible roll for a player trying to command a mass battle. In older editions that don't have the good stat grid, sub in a Mental Attribute of your choice - I'd say Perception for the first round, Wits if something surprising happens, Intelligence to close the engagement favourably. If your player isn't in a leadership position I think it's better to roll a few Stamina + Melee/Brawl/Firearms/Atheletics rolls and inflict superficial/bashing damage equal to the margin of failure than to sit there modelling it all out exactly with the four rolls per attack that conventional combat needs. You could even break out a Composure + Survival for a character who just does not want to be there. Again, I have V5 brainrot and I know it, but "three and done" is such a good way to stop system creep and keep the sessions moving.

3) What are you using mass combat for in story terms?

Maybe this one should have come first, I 'unno, but this is the thing about mass combat - a lot of the time the systems seem written to simulate it happening without asking what it's doing in the story. Is it a command challenge, for PCs who are trying to command a small army for whatever reason? Is it a social challenge, for PCs who have to lead that army and keep up its morale? Is it an endurance challenge, for PCs who are built to throw hands to a degree no mortal could match? Or is it something that's happening around the PCs, a kind of environmental hazard that they need to negotiate on their way to achieve something else? (This is my favourite way to use mass combat - my Dark Ages game had, er, several city sacking sessions during which PCs were trying to traverse the fires and the furore to rescue so and so or stop such and such escaping or simply to escape.)

I hope all this has shown that you can include a mass battle in your games without needing a ton of new rules (that you won't use very often so they're a faff to learn, internalise and run at table anyway). Quite often, less is more, and you can boil down a situation into something you can represent with unusual uses of the conventional rules.

#meta #vtda #vampire the dark ages #vampire the masquerade #vtm #reddit repost #gm advice

[666writingcafe]

The Soup

Asmo

Mammon would not have been my first choice to be tonight's chef, but it is his turn to cook, so I can't complain too much. He actually tried this time.

He has prepared a three course meal, the first of which is a lamia bone meal soup. MC had wanted to settle in their room, so it's not surprising when they arrive in the dining room as Mammon's doling out soup. What is surprising, however, is them covering their mouth and darting out of the room like they're about to get sick. I know it's been a while since they had Devildom food, but I've never seen them react like that with anything we've served.

Of course, there was the Demonus from the bar we went to, but that was a rather strong version of it.

Except MC didn't drink any of it. It was the smell that set them off.

Oh no.

What did Mammon put in this soup?

I get up from my seat and excuse myself, spinning a story about how I need to powder my nose. On my way out, I gently squeeze Lucifer's shoulder. It's been a while since I've used that signal, but he still remembers what it means, for he sets his spoon down and wordlessly follows me out of the room.

"Is everything okay, Asmo?" Lucifer asks quietly.

"I'm fine," I reply. "It's MC I'm worried about."

"What do you mean?"

"They looked like they were going to throw up."

"I didn't think the soup smelled that vile."

"I don't think it's the soup. Not exactly." I pause. "Do you remember the incident with the Demonus?" A moment passes, and Lucifer's eyes widen.

"Where do you think they went?"

"Maybe to the restroom?" Lucifer nods his head, and the two of us quickly head in that direction. Our search for MC doesn't last long, however, and we find them sitting with their back against the wall with their legs spread out and their sleeves rolled up.

And then there's the smell. Thankfully, they didn't throw up, but the scent is just as powerful, if not more so. I know it all too well, although I've not experienced something that strong before. Apparently, neither has Lucifer, for he pulls out a handkerchief and covers his nose with it.

"Do you know what to do?" he asks, his voice raspy all of a sudden. I nod my head.

"It's been a while, but I think I can still do it." With that, I cautiously approach MC and crouch down in front of them. Their cheeks are flushed, and they look like they're about to cry.

"MC, can you hear me?" I ask. They weakly nod their head. "Is it okay if I grab your hand?" Nothing. I don't blame them, though. They're probably so lost in their head that the words aren't fully registering in their head.

"I want to help you feel better," I add. "Will you allow me to do that?"

"Please," they whine. I gently place both of my hands on top of one of theirs. Immediately, their wildest and dirtiest thoughts reveal themselves to me, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have to keep myself still.

"Now, I want you to close your eyes and take some deep breaths with me."

"Okay," they reply in a child-like voice. I need to be careful and not make them pass out like Lucifer inadvertently did the last time.

"Alright. Breathe in." I count to four. "Hold it." Again. "Breathe out." A third time. While a fair amount has transferred from MC to me, I can tell there's still a lot in there, so I have to repeat the exercise a few more times. After the fourth deep breath, I can sense that MC's calm enough to talk properly, so I let go of their hand and allow what I took in to go through my system properly.

۞۞۞

"I believe this is the culprit," Lucifer states, holding up the empty bottle that was sitting on the kitchen counter. The bright orange label reads 'Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup'. Immediately, my stomach drops. Out of all the Devildom aphrodisiacs...

"Isn't that the secret remedy of the Dragaul folk?" MC asks. Great. Another one of Levi's TSL collectibles.

"You're partially correct," Lucifer answers. "The standard syrup is modeled after that."

"This might sound like a silly question, but what exactly is a hellfire newt?" Lucifer glances over at me, knowing that I can answer their question more accurately than he can.

"A hellfire newt is a Devildom creature that originally begins its life as a regular newt in the human world. It becomes a hellfire newt when it catches fire, burns to a crisp, and reincarnates here."

"So, like a phoenix."

"Exactly. Their most common use is in remedies and elixirs meant to restore and revitalize the body, but when combined with certain ingredients, they can stimulate sexual desire."

"I was beginning to wonder how you knew about this." If it weren't for the serious look on Lucifer's face, I would have busted out laughing. I don't want him to hit me, though, so I keep my composure.

"What you were exposed to is the gold variant of the syrup," Lucifer explains to MC. "When consumed, the syrup acts as a potent aphrodisiac, causing very powerful sexual urges to occur. The effects can last anywhere between a few days and a couple hundred years."

"But Asmo was able to stop the effects, right?"

"I merely lessened their impact," I reply. "Although, I do understand how Lucifer made you pass out in the underground tomb. You are a rather intense creature, MC, and it took everything in my power to remain calm through the process." MC sighs, sadness flashing in their eyes.

"What about the others?" they ask.

"They'll be experiencing the effects soon," Lucifer replies. "You will need to help cure them of their influence."

"How?"

"Use the pacts to issue them orders. That is currently the most effective way."

#obey me brothers #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus

[psychelis-new]

I know I kept sending short asks cuz those are at the spur of moment but.

I just wanna express my appreciation towards you.

You're an amazing gift to this community. I started feeling a lil uhhh scared? Reserved? Around you. Maybe cuz it's your theme being monochromatic and very aesthetic, and how you form your words and sentence. It's like... Very well thought out and trying to keep things neutral, which is very opposite of the chaotic me.

However, that aspect of you gives out a peaceful vibe as well. There's a slow sense of secured comfort, where people can just rest here and read your PACs with a cup of tea in hand.

I know we don't really interact much but I think (and feel) that there's a mutual respect that we have with each other. I mean, we do respect each other and other people, but maybe (just maybe) the mutual respect we share is slightly different? It's more than just mutuals, but we can take that further. Can we be closer friends?

So yeah, I think it's the caffeine hitting in the morning but yeah I really wanted to get this out. I hope that things are doing well for you and wish that all good things fall upon you. I await more readings but I also await more random notes/stories or anything that you wanna share. Seeing you on my dashboard just makes me happy!

And I hope you're happy as well! Take care, stay hydrated, stay comfy, and may you get through whatever challenges life throws at you. <3

First of all, thank you Ann! I've been reading this as I woke up but I needed a little time to collect my thoughts (and go training) before answering you: I am not that used to receive so much appreciation from someone heh. This said, let me tell you you made my day: I've been smiling reading through the whole ask. :)

I'm sorry I'm not as good at expressing the emotions I feel as you are. It's something I still have to work on (yay emotional abuse!). Maybe this is what makes me look scary and closed off at first, or maybe it's also cause I don't really take too much part in the community either (not even from my other main account: sorry everyone, I am like this lol I tend do change my mind and follow my guts a lot). It may be because of a not so good experience back when I didn't have good boundaries (which made me come back with pretty strict ones before finding a new balance), and because that's what I realized I should do from the *often implied* feedback I get: people are here for what I can give them in terms of readings and advices or messages, they don't care that much about me as a person (and I accept that ofc! not judging anyone: this blog is about tarots, not about me), so I don't often share much of myself nor I tend to dm to too many people unless I feel there can be mutual interest of any kind.

Differently from you, I'm also pretty introverted I guess lol. But I am very happy that at least in my readings and answers you can find a bit of peace and comfort cause that's what I feel is my main job here and on my other blog too. Trying to help y'all and make you feel understood cause life is pretty stressing, and so it's healing and all, and we all need a break and someone to put a blanket on us sometimes, right?

Anyway, aside from this little explanation I feel I owed everyone in a way...

I would really love to become closer friend with you. I think you are a very talented and outgoing person which I really admire. You call yourself chaotic and for the little I have seen maybe your main blog is (and I am honestly saying this with a smile and lot of love) but Idk, what I feel around you is just a very sweet and deeply good energy. This energy can take any form imo, even the chaotic one, but at the end of the day it doesn't matter: it's what there's at the core that matters. And yours is a funny cute chaotic imo. Which I really appreciate. I wish you to receive lot of love, support, appreciation and hundreds if not more of good things. And that you can be strong through difficulties and trials and just know that if you need even to just vent, here I am :)

Take care, stay safe, stay hydrated you too and be well<3 And okay let's dm lol

#. #lovely words

[cursedvibes]

Fanfiction Writing Asks : 1, 5, 18, 24, 47, 51, 57, 67 [Reunion], 72

Oh boy! Thank you for the ask!

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Definitely a lot of daydreaming. I like to have all scenes, and the overall plot of the fic, sometimes even dialogue, lined out in my head before I start writing. Helps pin down the mood and also ensures I stick to it because if I don't know where I'm going, it will marinate in my WIP folder for a while until I have an idea. (some also sit there even if I have a very specific vision already of where I'm going, but then it's because it's a lot to write)

5. How many wips do you have?  What fandoms/pairings are they for?

Already answered that

18. Do you enjoy research?  Which fic of yours required the most research?

Answered that one too

24. How do you choose whose POV to write in?

Depends on what character I want to explore, but also what creates the most tension and the atmosphere I'm aiming for. I like to write from the POV of a character that's not completely in the know of what's happening around them. Unfortunately, that means Kenjaku often gets the short end, but they are so fascinating to observe through the eyes of a complete outsider like Jin. Wasuke's POV for example is one of my faves because he's a good channel to show how fucked up Jin and Kenjaku are.

47. Is there a trope that you’ve written before but are now sick of?

Can't really think of any. There are some fics I'm not entirely satisfied with, but that usually has to do with my writing or the characters involved, not a specific trope.

51. Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

Not that much, although I have to say that a lot of Jin's rosy, sentimental talking and actions wouldn't be something I'd enjoy to read with another character. Yeah, I'd say there's more "romance" and pining in my fics than I usually read.

57. How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

I try to think of major events beforehand and slowly built towards that, dropping hints along the way, but a lot of the time that happens on accident. Like, whoops, I guess this is a theme of this fic now or this is a reoccurring symbol now. Also happens that I come up with a new scenes while writing that I hadn't thought of before and realize when reading back, that another scene actually perfectly hinted at that. So a bit of both I guess?

67. If a fic was titled [Reunion], what would this story be about/how would you write it?

Hm, that's tough because I usually write the title of a fic last...

Most obvious way to take this would be two characters meeting again after a long while, but I like to have multiple interpretations for my titles. I think I'd write about the 1st Star Plasma Vessel, the one from the Heian era. Perfect way to condense all my hcs about him. It would cover his upbringing, maybe even how Tengen creates him, until the merger, when he "reunites" with Tengen and becomes one of her. He grows up drenched in the ideology of Tengen's followers. She is the Star. He is her and she is him. Although, while they are supposedly one and the same, he can't be whole until he reunites with her. He is a piece that went astray and has to take it's destined position again to mend the cracks that have started to appear on Tengen's body (figuratively).

Since this is the Heian era and the first time Tengen does such a merger, I think she would be more closely involved with him, talk to him about his place in the world and society and how he's meant to integrate into her (not the other way around, he's just a fragment after all). Kenjaku could slither their way in too, check out what plan Tengen has cooked up now and maybe even trying to make him switch sides and sow doubt about the merger. In the end, Tengen's will is stronger and swallows him. He integrates into her, but doesn't completely lose his will, throwing in further doubt that they are one and the same, but it's too late for him to speak up. He can only watch through her eyes.

(I always wanted to write about him, so this was really helpful to sort out the deeper happenings of it, thanks! +1 WIP)

72. What’s your favourite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

That's really hard to say because every little comment I get is amazing. Just knowing that what I wrote touched someone and made them feel something, already means a lot to me. I've even had some people say they felt inspired to write their own stuff, which is incredible. I used to think I would never be able to have this kind of influence with my writing or write anything meaningful at all, so any time I get a compliment, it flashes me.

(getting a bit personal) I used to be absolutely shit at writing. Miss words, spell them wrong even if I have the correct writing in front of me, mix up letters (I don't have dyslexia, I got tested, but I think I might have dysgraphia). Spelling and writing correctly, language in general, was literally beaten into me and because of all those negative comments and experiences I thought until a few years ago that I would just never be able to bring all the story ideas in my head into written form. So yeah, just having people care about what I put out and being able to write well is amazing.

#asks

[arsnovacadenza]

Kicho's BD 2022 fic

If you were to pick an animal that suits you best, what would it be?

"A falcon," you proudly say. "The peregrine falcon, to be exact. I want to have a bird-eye's view of everything, and strike with precision. A wrong move means death, and that means I need to be certain in my calculations."

You smirk, gun hanging on the left side of your hip. You believe yourself to be deadly, a man putting his worth into every strike you make.

Ah, a bird of prey. A man with ambitions, I see. You are destined for great things.

"You're too kind," your lips draw into a tight line. But the spark is still there, in your eyes.

And a perfectionist. You aim to be no less than perfect. To you, a wrong move could kill . Every miscalculated fall spelling your end. And you walk on a tightrope every single minute, balancing the world on your shoulders as if it won't crush you—

"Enough," you snap. "That doesn't mean anything."

Cautious, as I predicted. Your expression hardens.

.

Where are you? Where would you likely find yourself?

"A hangar," you close your eyes. There are sounds, laughter. Companions pouring over a blueprint and putting together a marvel They believe it will go far, and so do you. 

Even if it fails, it won't disappoint you. You're not alone after all.

With comrades like them, you can do great together. No longer are you a lone wolf, thought to be cold by others who never know you, never bother to ask, to try. 

What is a wild bird doing in a hangar? You frown again. A hangar is reserved for planes and helicopters. For man-made machinery crafted and controlled by men. Planes are meant to be steered by pilots -other people. But not birds.

Your destiny is not your own making, then.

At this point, you can feel the fury threatening boil, a paralyzing realization. Even after leaving the den of vipers, where "you'" were a product of manufacture, a shadow of something else by design. You are not your own person; you are—

You thought it amusing: mimicking somebody else's voice and using it to your advantage. The skill gives you an edge. It grants you some power, some leverage. But now—

Your heart is screaming to escape your chest, bones struggling to tear away from skin. A porcelain face meant to be the double of something better—

—of a prototype that's just as disposable.

"Ridiculous," you growl. "I did it for me. For my survival. And this is where I stand, alone. For my own sake,"

To be a villain in someone else's story. You shake your head, trying not to envision him and the inevitable divide that followed.

What comrades? What shared dream? A chasm appears and grows wider with every step you take. You convince yourself that this is the path you tread —that the hatred you let loose and fuel is a favor for the world that made you bitter.

Shall we proceed? 

.

If your world is described with a single season, what would it be? What sort of weather would you face when you step outside, in that world of your making?

“Sunny,” you answer. You are getting tired, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Sunny with some light wind. Or maybe a chance of clouds. I don’t know,”

It’s best to be prepared for anything life throws your way. Rain or shine, your wings will continue to beat. 

Always considering the worst. The voice laughs, not exactly mocking but stirring you all the same. Can you see the wind? Could you tell the wind was even there? Is it not your mind that wishes it to be so?

And if it’s real, wouldn’t you just stay inside your cozy hangar?

“Lies!” you shout. “It’s exactly because I don’t know that I need to prepare! At worst, I can tackle even a storm head-on. I know I can!” You narrow your eyes, your beating heart thundering against its aching cage.

One more thing. It said, Why conceal the doubts you have by saying it’s sunny? Underneath that placid face, those cold, firm hands….

You are afraid.

You fear for every grain of sand that passes through your fingers. Every second grows heavier than the coat of lead you wear around your shoulders. You seize and devour your prey, never quite settling the hunger. A stomach hardened in knots, a body bending to the point of near-breakdown trying to resist fate, and reaching for an ending even you don’t think can survive.

Self-sabotaging desires that poison the heart. Your mind is your body’s parasite.

"No!” You scream. “This is what I’ve learned, all my life! That the world is wretched, that nothing goes my way! In the end, warmth is an illusion. The world has been cruel and always will be!”

Nothing I do matters is what you’d cry out as you sob. But tears are a sign of weakness. That, you’ve learned well.

“To live this life with nothing but kindness and thinking that the world will return your compassion is kind. That’s preposterous! I’ll never be caught in that foolishness!” You insist.

Love. The voice echoes. The one 'weakness' you possess in abundance.

Brimming with love, thirsting to be loved in return. Indeed, the world is cruel. You could’ve been frigid and unfeeling as the steel of your blade, and yet. 

You’d gladly pour your entire heart into one person and one person, alone. 

“And what if that’s what I desire?” You challenge the voice. “I am only human. The one desire I have,"

That's where you contradict yourself, again. The voice chuckled without malice. How can you be human if you crave perfection?

Your eyes widen, like the young boy that you had been in that cold, vast estate.

To fill that someone to the brim with love until it makes your heart burst, it continued. It doesn't matter to you whether or not they will reciprocate.

For happiness has never been something you can grasp in hand.

"I have loved," you say, tears threatening to well up in the corner of your eyes."I have loved, and it wasn't enough. To save—" you choke.

The abyss lifts.

.

"...I guess more than one person has wished for a loved one to be safe and sound," she says. "Perhaps these were all people who were reborn as golden butterflies because of their love for someone."

Reborn, "I guess…." You trail off, butterflies bathed in gold dancing above the reeds.

"See! It's not all bad!" She beams, her radiance more blinding than the distant sun. "When the rain stops, the folktale does come to life. It's such a lovely story,"

You nod, closing your eyes.

#ikesen kicho #ikemen sengoku #kicho #kicho's bithday 2022

[monowatt]

Prototype

TITLE

You're too late to click Y2K

OUR STORY STARTS IN A SMALL CAFE WHERE WE MEET tulip A STRUGGLING AUTHOR TRYING TO FINISH HER MURDER MYSTERY

As tulip stairs into the oil painting behind the counter. Trying to think of her next sentence. Jesse walks in the door and says you must be thinking a mile a minute with 14 cups of coffee she closes her laptop and just stares at him with a blank expression

What she doesn't know is that he wants to buy her coffee

When he tries to say it she takes her computer and heads back to her mansion

There is a horrible thunderstorm when she reaches her mansion as she's walking up the stone stairs she slips dropping her laptop. She thinks too herself. My months of hard work are gone. She rushes to grab her laptop and runs inside when she goes to start it. All it says is 1999. She's so frustrated that she throws it against the wall

The laptop screen is completely destroyed and she is now thinking great my only laptop is now broken so she gets the laptop storms out her door and shuts the door rembering she forgot her keys and open the door grabbed her keys and got into the red 1979 Ferrari 308 GTS she has and went to circuit City

As she's sitting at the traffic light. Jesse pulls up beside her. She rolls down her window and says what do you want. He says why do you look so disgusted? She picks up the busted laptop and shows him that all it says is 1999 and she says my entire story is gone. I'm headed to circuit City to get my Osborne laptop repaired and maybe start a new story. He says let's just go see a movie followed by I heard inspector gadget was good she rolls her eyes and says circuit City closes in a 2 hours. We can go do something after that and drives off

He follows her to the store and gets out of his car.They walk into circuit city and look at the computers and he said why don't you by a whole new laptop. She said I don't want a new laptop I want my old laptop instead to work.They go to the desk and ask Luke can we get this laptop fixed Luke said I can try but I won't make any promises that it will be fixed.tuilp said fix it now nerd.Jessie said calm down it will be OK tuilp so she calms down waiting for Luke to fix it.after a hour Luke tells them that he tried everything but couldn't fix it. Tuilp said then I will buy a new one and try to get a new story I guess tonight she turns to Jessie and said sorry I guess I can't do tonight. Jessie said that's OK I will stay here with you. Luke goes in the back and gets the computer at that same time lightning strikes the transformer and has the whole building blacked out and there is no way to open the door's. Tuilp being more mad calls out Luke but he doesn't response she goes to look in the back and there is no one there.

Tulip comes back and says to Jesse. Let's go try to get those automatic doors open and get out of here as they're walking down. The TV aisle. They all start glowing and say 1999 and a green RIFT in front of them appears and a older version of Jesse and tulip walk out of it

present Jesse and tulip both say what the crap future tulip and Jesse hold up what looks like a Polaroid. A green flash goes off and then the present Jesse and tulip are gone

future Jessie and tulip go back through the portal they came from. Jesse says that was so easy I wish they were all that easy. tulip says I know sometimes they can be quite difficult

once they've made it back to their own timeline, Jesse takes the Polaroid and plugs it into a jail cell and then the 1999 version of Jesse and tulip appear and then the future version of Jesse says it'll take them a while to wake up let's go see if there any more stray versions loose

after a few hours, Jesse wakes up in the jail cell. he can't remember how he got there or why he would even be in jail. he sees tulip but she looks a little different. he asks her what's going on. tulip says you want to talk to your version Jesse says what does that mean? tulip just stairs off

as Jesse is trying to recall what happened, future tulip walks in and says to him, you're finally awake. now we can deprogram you Jesse is freaking out. what is deprogram mean? tulip says, unless you're one of the few human versions remaining, you're a machine you need to be deprogrammed there's so many of you scattered across hundreds of years. it's a bit much to explain to a machine that's going to be shut off in a few minutes and used for spare parts

future tulip goes in the cell and grabs him walks him over to an operating table and says lay down. she grabs this weird looking pen pokes it between his eyebrows and she says well. look at that. you're a human Jesse says of course I'm a human. what are you talking about? future tulip gist grabs his wrist takes him outside of the building and says go live your life. Jesse says what about tulip tulip_20 says we need her a little while longer

meanwhile, tulip_99 is tied up being interrogated by Jesse_20 jesse_20 says I'll ask you again where is your laptop? tulip_ 99 says i have no idea the nerd in circuit City took it for repairs. Jesse_20 says of course yet another thing that started Y2K tulip_99 says Y2k is real jesse_20 says of course Y2K is real. that's why we need your laptop so we can stop it from happening. the future we live in now is very very grim. they had to shut down Burger King tulip_99 said you're just as stupid as my Jessie jessie_ 20 gets frustrated and grabs a USB he walks over to tulip goes behind her grabs her long red hair brushes it out of the way and puts the USB in her neck. he says there now. I don't have to ask anything. I can just see it on MY PC tulip_ 99 has powered off after a few minutes. jesse_20 takes the USB and plugs into his computer and looks through everything she knows but the memory of where the laptop is is corrupt. jesse_20 says of course

meanwhile Jesse_99 is standing outside the futuristic police station as he's walking away. he sees a parked DeLorean taxi service he asks if he can get a lift to his old apartment on evergreen terrace the man inside says sure, hop in. that'll be $300 Jesse_99 says crap. I left my wallet at home. I can pay you when we get there the taxi driver grudgingly let's. Jesse_99 in and on the ride there his favorite band blink-182 is playing Adam's song

after he leaves the DeLorean and goes up the flight of stairs to his apartment. he knocks on the door and jesse_21 says how can I help you?Jesse_99 just gets a blank expression on his face and faints. Jesse _21 thinking to himself. I seen in a movie once where they got some ice water and just dumped it on a fainted person's head and they came right out of it. he goes and gets some splashes it on jesse_99 which shocks him to wake and Jesse _21 says what's up. you must be starving. want to come in and get some pizza? and jesse_99 says sounds great. I haven't eaten in what feels like an eternity and I have so

many questions as he's walking in. he just ignores the taxi driver screaming and shouting at him well he's standing in the living room he asks jesse_21 what do you think they'd be doing with tulip_ 99 and why are there multiple versions of me? jesse_21 says they probably have her in the bottom of the police office interrogating her when they're done. they'll probably just incinerator jesse_ 99 panics and runs out the door as he's stepping off the last step. he falls in a green hole

jesse_99 has slipped into a pocket dimension caused by there being so many multiple versions of the same person he looks around and almost everything looks identical. he walks up the flight of stairs again and opens the door and sees jesse_22 and luke_22 and tulip_ 25 and jesse_99 freaks out and passes out again. this time badly injuring his head when he comes to they all help him up and walk him over to the couch and ask him if he wants a big Texas cigarette. jesse_99 says yes. maybe it'll help my stress while they're all smoking. they start feeling kind of weird after a few minutes. they've all stopped breathing. luke_22 then contacts. Jesse and tulip_20 and says it's done. he leaves the pocket dimension through a green rift with everyone inside luke_22 is now back in the police station basement and tasked with taking care of tulip_ 99

tulip 99 is in a wooden crate being pushed by luke_22 in to a incinerator before the heat touches her head. she busts out of the crate and grabs. Luke_22 and throws him in to the incinerator and she watches the plastic peel off of him and sees that he is just a complex machine tulip_ '99 has connected with all the machines and now nose everything that's happening

meanwhile tulip_20 and jesse_20 are preparing to go back to 1999 tulip_ 20 says let's finish what we started jesse_20. agreed. once they arrive in 1999, they're just outside the city limits. they approach a decaying sign that says shay town jesse_20 we're going to need to find a vehicle approaching on foot. they come across the local bar. they see a orange and white 1980 Volkswagen Vanagon they approach the van and a knock on the window. waking up the hippie inside jessie_20 punches out the window, pulling the hippy out, throwing him to the ground tulip_ 20 grabs the Polaroid and with a green flash he is gone. jesse_20 says get in It takes a moment to hotwire the van and they're off on their way to circuit City. they are pulled over by the local chief he says. are you aware that you were speeding license and registration? they pull out the Polaroid and with a green flash he is gone. they remove the film pack thrown in front of the van and run over it and continue to circuit City once they have arrived to circuit City they use the van to drive-thru the automatic doors smashing their way into circuit City. they rush out of the van frantically looking for the The Osborne 1 laptop with the original Y2K virus what they don't know is Luke has contacted the authorities

Jesse_20 has spotted Luke rushing over to him faster than any known creature pushing Luke against the wall he says. Where is the Osborne laptop? Luke is confused. Weren't you just in here last night? I thought you left with the laptop. Jesse_20 screams lies. I know you have it

Jesse_ 20 violently throws Luke against the debris surrounding the Volkswagen impelling him tulip_ 20 says I don't know why we ever used that humans skeleton to build our artificial humans

That move unknowingly will change the future in time

As circuit City is surrounded by the police, the vans radio has picked up a signal and starts blaring Metallica for whom the Bell tolls

Jesse_ 20 has spotted the laptop

Jesse 20 lunges for the laptop. Once it is in his possession he says we need to get to the nearest radio station to broadcast. The virus shots were fired hitting tulip_20 revealing that she is just a machine as the two race for the Volkswagen, the Volkswagen is struck by a stray bullet causing a small but powerful explosion

Before circuit City goes up in flames. Tulip_20 has scanned the laptop making a copy of the virus The cops are prepared for anything to come out of the fire after a few minutes. They say there's no way anyone could have survived but just then too chrome skeletons emerge from the fire

Then the cops shout open fire but nothing is phasing the chrome skeletons they just let out an ear wrenching scream in bolt for the nearest cop car busting through the windshield Meanwhile, back in the year, 3030 tulip_99 is noticing many changes to the surrounding areas

Tulip_99 is terrified as she is watching what she thought was a modern counterpart of her destroy the year 1999, but in a second she is also relieved. She has seen the location of jesse_99. She pulls Luke 22 out of the incinerator who is now just a chrome shell and demands. He take her too jesse_99 when he says why would I ever do a thing like that? She shows him that if he is not assisting. Jesse and tulip_20 he is useless to them

With luke_20's last bit of strength, he tells tulip that there is a rift camera on the nearby shelf, but there's only enough power to save. Jesse or go back into 1999. She thinks him and says I guess you're not that bad. Once she has the camera and it has charged, she uses it to enter the pocket dimension when Jesse_99 is back in there. Dimension she attempts to perform CPR but no luck using her newfound capabilities. She makes a scan of his mind and current thoughts to place in a new body

tulip_99. leaves the basement when she has made it to the holding area. she spots tulip_ 30 and asks her if she has any ideas on how she can get back to 1999 tulip_ 30 says use the phone on the wall and contact the 24s tulip_ '99 says who's the 24s tulip_30 replies and says they nominated themselves to be the the multiverse protectors but they have to be the dumbest bunch I've ever seen. tulip_99 releases. tulip_30 from the cell and thanks her then contacting the 24s who are eager to help they use there one step Polaroid they enter tulip_99s dimension and then tulip 99 meets. Jesse tulip and luke_224 before much time has passed. future is

decaying. tulip_99 says we're going to have to work fast but need a word with you. jesse_224 he walks over and asks. what do you need? she grabs him by the wrist taking him over to an operating table and says lay down. jesse_224 is like okay but why tulip_99 says it won't take long as her arm opens revealing a needle full of a mystery green substance. she pulls it out. Jesse 224 is like whoa. that's pretty big. what are you going to do with that? tulip_99 places her hand on his chest and says just hold still and then the needle is stabbed in his skull pumping. the green fluid in his head tulip_ 99 picks up. jesse_224 bolting for the door and stealing the 24s Polaroid before they can comprehend what happens. tulip_99 has rifted back to the year 1999 with jesse_99 mind in jessie_224 but tulip_ '99. realizes she lost her silver tree necklace that had been in her family for generations, but there's no time to worry about that. now she needs to stop. Jesse and tulip_20

#books #y2k

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Thirty Four

Into the Wind, You Go

Pairing: Osamu x Fem!Reader

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About a week later you officially induced your friends into your syndicate, which made Aoi the first female Kyodai! In celebration of the growth of the syndicate, you decide to throw a party. You, and the rest of your subordinates, all head down to the first floor of the casino and spend more cash than you've ever seen in your life before you met Osamu. However, it doesn't really matter how much money you spend. You've inherited a buttload of cash alone from Kiyoomi, not to mention everything your father left behind too since they owned the casino.

After a bit of light drinking to loosen you up in the crowd of people you still hardly know, you walk around and find Atsumu and Momoiro chatting by the roulette table. When you approach them, Momoiro smiles and straightens her back up as if her boss just approached her. But seeing how it's still all new to her, you ignore the somewhat awkward gesture.

"Hey, you two," you smile. "Atsumu, if you've got time you should show Momo around a bit. Nobody's upstairs if you wanted to go walk around," you giggle as the buzz from your alcohol hits you.

"Uh, actually," Atsumu begins, but you cut him off with a pat on his head before you walk away. Who am I to interrupt their alone time? is the thought running through your mind.

"What was that about?" Osamu then asks as you approach him. He had been watching your little interaction with his brother and Momoiro. 

"I've been thinking as I was sitting at the bar," you explain, "Atsumu helped me out with you... even though it wasn't always with the most amazing advice... so I thought it was the least I could do in return."

"To be honest, I don't think Atsumu is all that interested in Momoiro. Especially not after your brother passed away. He's been acting rather odd," he thinks aloud to himself. "Why don't you try hooking Kita and Aoi up instead if that's what you plan on doing tonight?" he then offers jokingly.

"Nah, I think that's working out perfectly at their own pace," you shake your head.

Osamu smiles as he takes you by the hand and turns you around slightly as he pulls you closer to him. "And what about us?"

"Well, I've already admitted to being madly in love with you, Osamu, but unfortunately I'm still single. Maybe I should give up before I get my heart broken and save myself from rejection," you tease.

"That's bullshit," he smirks, "you're already mine."

"Oh really? And you're that imperious around your own boss? We are at a work event right now, you know," you say sternly.

Osamu tenses up, not realizing you're still teasing him. "I- sorry..."

"I'm only kidding," you chuckle as you wrap your arms around him and quickly kiss him. "Thanks, 'Samu, for everything you've done for me. I don't know how I could have done without you."

"You're welcome," he smiles back.

Suddenly, you remember the gift you've been meaning to give him. "Oh! I'm sorry, I'll be right back. I just forgot something!" you quickly explain before rushing off.

You return to the casino floor a few minutes later and look around for Osamu. "Here, I've got something for you!" you say excitedly as you hold the gift behind your back. However, Osamu just looks really confused.

"Close your eyes," you tell him as you gently take his hand. Then, as he slowly opens it up, you place a small glass circle in his hand. "Okay, open!"

When Osamu opens his eyes, he looks down at the gift you've put in his grasp. A paperweight from the dandelion seed puff you had picked a seriously long time ago sits in his hand. It had begun to wilt so you decided to preserve it instead.

You then begin to explain to Osamu how you found the flower around the time when he first took you in after you followed him to the casino for the first time. As he listens, he laughs at the somewhat ironic story.

"I love it," he smiles as he holds it closer to his eyes. "I don't think you could have found a more meaningful gift."

You smile to yourself as you reach for the bracelet on your wrist- the one with a cherry blossom and your initial that was given to you from Osamu through Atsumu. "I thought it was funny how we both got each other flowers."

"You can't give me all that credit," he shakes his head. "I bought your gift. How did you even know how to make this?"

"I found a book when I was going through Motoya's things. It showed different ways to preserve flowers and plants so I decided to give it a try," you tell him as you let go of your bracelet and look up at him with pure adoration written in your eyes.

"I"m impressed," he replies. "You never cease to amaze me, Y/N."

"I'm just happy you like it," you chuckle. "It looks way better that way than it did as my bookmark."

Osamu's smile fades as he looks at his gift once more. "You really kept it with you all this time? A small flower you couldn't give me because I was such a jerk?"

"I don't think you're a jerk. That's the whole reason why I kept it," you explain.

Osamu nods as he carefully places his hand in yours. "Did I ever mention how glad I am that you're a stalker?"

"Did I ever mention how happy I am that my friends convinced me to?" you smile widely.

You then turn around towards the casino and lay your head on Osamu's shoulder. He wraps his arm around your back, holding you close as the two of you enjoy a moment of silence. 

You can hardly believe this is all yours.

You wouldn't let it go for anything now that you have it.

Hopefully, it'll never fade away.

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