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sugawhaaa · 10 months

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Beomgyu x reader

E M O B O Y

Pairings: switch!beomgyu x switch!fem!reader

Warnings:smut...like hard core

Genre:friends to lovers, childhood friends, smut

Themes: blow job, public sex, oral sex, based off the song by Ayesha Erotica

Word count: 2,150

A/N: this actually sucks...I really don't like it. I feel like the descriptions for the spicy time sounded weird no matter how I tried to describe it? Idk let me know if you genuinely like this lol

You leaned against the wall of the bathroom in the mall as your friends gossiped. There wasn't anything too interesting going around lately but according to your friends there was a lot. You kept an ear out as your friends dolled themselves up in the mirrors. Of course when gossip is being talked about boys come up.

One of your friends, kizzy, brought up her boyfriend and added on some info you really didn't need to know about him. But your other friends seemed to enjoy this topic. It was strange to say the least, you're all from the ages 19-21 so all this sex talk is completely normal yet you always felt out of place. I mean it's not like you haven't thought of anything like that but it's still odd to talk about.

Your thoughts got interrupted as the girls started discussing their next shopping destination.

"Hey, Y/N you haven't picked a place yet! You should choose the next one," Sissy said with a smile, her shining pink lip gloss drawing attention to her lips.

"Um, I'm good. I don't really care where we go haha, we all like the same stores anyway," You said with a shrug and a complimentary smile.

"That's true…" Kizzy said as she thought to herself. "Alright so how about Spencer's? What do ya think!?" She said with a clap of her hands, it echoed throughout the (hopefully) empty bathroom.

"Oh you whore you just want to go to the back section," You commented making everyone laugh as they packed up their makeup including Kizzy.

After getting to Spencer's the girls all roamed around the store in groups of two, you were with Sissy in the LGBTQ+ section. It didn't take long for the girls to get bored and head to the store across from Spencer's, hot topic.

"So what's the deal with you and that boy," kizzy nudged you with her elbow. Of course you didn't forget that Beomgyu works there but you pretended to act dumb.

"Who?" You said widening your eyes.

"The cute boy with the long hair. He works here?" She said as we walked in.

"Oh him yeah. What about him?" You said as you automatically followed Kizzy to the anime area.

"You get closer to him?" She said with excitement on her face.

"I mean I can't really get much closer, we've been friends since first grade," you said with a shrug. Kizzy just nodded her head and sighed. That's when Sissy, Abigail and Minnie came over. They had a ton of things with them already and we'd only been there for five minutes. They were showing Kizzy everything they found when Abigail showed her a pair of strawberry earrings and a cute strawberry dress. Kizzy flipped out and asked her to show where they were. All the girls giggled off to another area, you kept browsing around when you heard an ever so familiar voice.

"Need any help Y/N?" He said with a smirk. You looked up to the source of the sound and viola Beomgyu standing over you. Today he was wearing about a thousand layers of black clothes. A my chemical romance tee, with a baggy fishnet over top of it, he also wore baggy and slightly ripped jeans. As for accessories he wore a black choked with some small spikes, a cross necklace, a skull necklace, a metal star belt, tons of rings, snake bite lip piercings, and a nose piercing. His make up was Suttle today, just some cloudy black/blue eyeshadow.

"Oh Beomgyu you scared me!" You said with a slight jump.

"I'm not that scary looking!" He said, crossing his arms and tipping his chin up. You laughed as you set your hand on his shoulder. You sighed and started stretching. All this walking around was making you tired.

"Getting too old for this already?" Beomgyu chuckled lowly.

"Hey! No. Just these girls move faster than sonic when it comes to clothes and cute boys,"

"So that's why you're all here," he said looking down at you while leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

"Yeah they somehow always find the cutest things here,"

"What can I say, it's in my genes," beomgyu said, flipping his hair. You laughed at him and he grinned as well. His dark bangs hung in his face as he laughed. "Anyways, do you want to sit for a minute," he said gesturing to the back of the shop.

"Yes please," you laughed. He led you to the back of the store and you sat behind the counter with this other girl who was wearing a very scene fashioned outfit. She was very kind and bubbly but you seemed to forget her. You sat awkwardly as Beomgyu and the scene girl chatted. It was quite the awkward angle, but Beomgyus Jean's did fit on him nicely. Your cheeks were red at your dirty thoughts. You patted your face trying to snap yourself out of it. You looked down at the floor and saw Beomgyu wearing some new boots.

"Gyu, are those new?" You said pointing to his shoes. He looked down and nodded.

"Yup I actually got them from here," he laughed. He then bent down to your level, looking you in the eyes. You blushed and tried to keep eye contact, he rested his arms on your bare thighs. You jumped slightly at the cold feeling of his bracelets. The look in his eyes suddenly turned you on so much causing you to reflexively rub your thighs together. Doing so secretly so Beomgyu wouldn't notice anything. "Are you alright? You seem off," he said looking up at you with lustful eyes.

"J-just hungry," you avoided his eyes. He grabbed you by the wrist and said

"Alright, I have some snacks in the back," he said looking up at the scene girl.

"It's fine your shift is almost over," she said with a wave of her hand. He took you to the very back of the shop to a door. He opened it and dragged you into the pitch black room. It was a little closet filled with some random trinkets they might need. He shut the door tightly and turned to you.

"So what do you feel like eating," he said with a smile as he turned the lights on. You looked at him suspiciously.

"Um, maybe a bite of you," you said jokingly. You laughed while Beomgyu gave you a bit of a peculiar stare. He inched closer to you as he rested his hands up aimlessly aiming for you.

"Gyu?" You said as his lustful gaze burned through you. You put your hands on his boney shoulders, the feeling of his warm body on yours. You then found your back against the wall as Beomgyu's hands were placed on the wall. Pinning you to him.

"You aren't actually hungry are you?" He said with a smirk.

"W-what?" You stuttered as your cheeks heated up. There's no way he actually figured you all out! Right?

"A minute ago you said you were hungry, but I think you actually meant to say horny," he said with a small smile. Your eyes widened before looking away from him. He just got closer to you, close enough to kiss you. His addictive scent filled your nose as his hand gently swiped some loose strands of hair behind your ear. "God you're so pretty," he said as his lips came closer to yours. Your eyes started fluttering shut while Beomgyu looked down at you. He stood there waiting for some kind of permission to kiss you.

You grabbed him by the shirt harshly and pulled him in for a rough kiss. It was messy and uncoordinated. Hands and tongues roaming heated skin. Moans and hums filled the small closet. It wasn't long before your curious hands found their way down to the zipper of Beomgyu's black jeans. You used your middle finger to rub up and down the zipper line. Beomgyus hands went up to your hair and played with it. You broke the ongoing kiss to breathe. Without any thoughts inside your head besides wanting to hear Beomgyu moan your name you went down on your knees. His hands still held onto your hair as you started undoing his jeans. Beomgyu panted above you as his hair hung in his face.

"Y/N what are you doing?" He said with a quivering voice. You pulled down his pants to see his hardened member before you.

"Getting a snack," you replied before wrapping your lips around him. He gasped before throwing his head back and covering his mouth. You slowly moved your mouth up and down his length before letting go for a quick breath. As you moved back, strings of his arousal connected with your saliva. Beomgyu looked down at the beautiful sight below him and he basically started petting you while praising you. You slipped your lips back around him and started going at a quicker pace using your spit as lube. Beomgyu bit his lip as he muffled his whines and moans.

"So good, so good," he kept whispering as you started using your hands for extra support. His moans started getting louder and more frequent as he bucked his hips into your mouth. Gyu then started speaking nonsense. A mix of "I'm so close" and "I'm gonna cum," and not surprisingly he was right. Your mouth filled with salty yet sweet and warm liquid. You choked slightly, making you cough, letting some of his cum drip from your lips. Beomgyu then fell to the floor in front of you. Shock was very present on his face along with the black strands of hair. He panted as some drool fell from the corner of his mouth.

Meanwhile you swallowed everything and started crawling over to him. You kissed him passionately as you fell to the floor. As he entertained your mouth his hands went to your ass abruptly moving his hands around. His hands traveled up to your waist before tugging and the hem of your skirt. He swiftly pulled them off as you took a breather.

"Now that I'm thinking about it," he started as he sat up straight, allowing your bare legs to rest on the floor. "I'm getting hungry myself," he said, pouncing on you, landing on the floor. He placed some hickies all down your jawline and neck. He pulled off your shirt before tracing more kisses, bites and hickies all along your body down to your tummy. He locked in between your thighs and over your still clothed pussy. You moaned and whined throughout the whole process.

"Beomgyu please, stop teasing," you whined as your hands found their way to his hair.

"Alright, you've been a very good girl," Beomgyu said, pulling down your undies. He quickly used his whole tongue across your whole entrance making you moan and squirm. He wasn't messing around when it came to giving oral, apparently. He ate you out like you were his last dessert to ever enjoy. He collected every last bit of your arousal. Beomgyu's long fingers then found their way inside you making you moan before covering your mouth. Gyu quietly hushed you before continuing to venture inside you. His fingers quickly moving around inside you to find that specific spot that'd make you scream his name. He decided to go as deep as possible into you and he found one spot that made you jolt up to him. You mumbled out "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my fucking God," a bunch as he kept hitting that same spot over and over.

You then felt your walls tighten around his slim fingers and your legs quivered. You warned Beomgyu about your high before his fingers were coated in your juices and his ears filled with loud moans. After you released everything his fingers went to his mouth, cleaning up all the mess you made on them.

"You taste so good," he moaned as he bent back down to your clit and started licking it. That's when the door burst opened.

"Alright Beomgyu get out your shifts over," the scene girl stood there not even phased by the situation at all.

"Close the door! My girlfriend doesn't want the whole world seeing her naked!" Beomgyu yelled and the girl closed the door.

"Fair. But Beomgyu if you don't get out I'll pull you out by your choker," she said outside the door before walking away to help some customers.

"Girlfriend?" You asked as you put on your clothes with Beomgyu.

"Oh um yeah," he said awkwardly as he slipped his jeans back on. "I thought since you just gave me a blowjob you'd want to be my boyfriend…" he said awkwardly as his cheeks filled with blush.

"Haha of course, babe," you said with a smile.

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ryuichirou · 5 days

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More Tweels/Idia hcs!

Anonymous asked:

I don't know if you'll ever see this but: I LITERALLY LOVE YOUR ART!! The whole reason I got a tumblr account was literally to be kept updated on your posts. your Jade x Idia posts keep me alive genuinely. So of course I'm here to ask for your fav headcanons on Jade x Idia or the Octotrio x Idia in general (bottom idia for the win)

Anonymous asked:

feed us more bottom idia hc's 😃... and possibly jadidi 🤔

Anonymous asked:

AHHHHH I just stumbled upon your tumblr a few days ago and I love your Jade/Floyd x Idia hc's!! MORE please

Anons!! Thank you so much for sending so much love our way, it means so much I can never stress it enough. I am very happy that you like our stuff, both headcanons and drawings <3 whether you’re new here or have been with us for a while, we appreciate you a lot.

Sorry for the late reply! Here are some more Jade/Idia and Floyd/Idia hcs; some neutral ones, some spicy ones, some a bit fucked up ones. I won’t be writing anything about Azul this time because posted a new bunch of Azul/Idia hcs not so long ago, but he is mentioned a couple of times!

Jade makes snacks for Idia sometimes (sometimes sour, sometimes sweet, sometimes salty) and asks Azul to bring them to him whenever he goes to a board game club meeting, which always makes Azul super annoyed because he isn’t Jade’s errand boy + Idia doesn’t want to eat anything anyway. But even though Idia always says that eating stuff that Jade has made sounds like a dangerous game, he got used to munching on whatever Azul brings him. Making sure that Idia-san always remembers him + inconveniencing Azul at the same time? Sounds perfect to Jade <3

If Idia visits the Lounge (which doesn’t happen very often, it’s a pretty rare occasion, to be honest), he always tries to find the tiniest, least noticeable place to sit, but he always gets all the attention, because Floyd sees him, drops whatever he’s been doing and jumps on Idia’s couch to lean on him, chat with him, tease him and even squeeze him a little bit, not caring at all that Azul will absolutely yell at him for that. And even though it’s always a super stressful thing to Idia and he would prefer Floyd not to jump him like that, whenever he visits, his heart starts pounding very loudly, because his body is aware that Floyd will notice him and react very soon. It’s 50% him being scared and 50% of weird anticipation that makes him feel a bit ticklish down there.

Despite the fact that it’s easier to catch Floyd in his eel form, the first twin that Idia saw in his eel form was actually Jade. It was his first time seeing a merman in general, and since it was a dark pool and Idia didn’t realise what he was looking at at first, he got kind of freaked out. But also mesmerised at the same time. Idia ran away the moment Jade noticed him and look at him with his scary glowing yellow eye + avoided him after that point, but he still couldn’t escape the visual of Jade’s huge slippery heavy-looking tail that was constantly on his mind.

But the first Leech to actually touch Idia in his eel form was Floyd. That wasn’t a planned encounter either; Idia pretty much just fell into the pool in the most ecchi anime convenient way possible. But Floyd caught him, grabbed him with his huge hands, left a couple of scratches with his fins and claws, and slid Idia’s entire body on his own tail. Idia ended up not only wet, but covered in the eel slime, cold and weirdly aroused. He just got rid of weird eel-related dreams that Jade caused..!

Compared to Floyd, who touches, kisses and bites in a very overwhelming manner, Jade gives Idia some moments to “breathe” during sex, but this only makes things worse somehow. Because Idia’s brain just shuts off completely when he is with Floyd, but Jade makes sure that Idia is constantly aware of how exactly he is getting fucked, what sounds he makes, how his body reacts and how Jade’s dick creates a bulge inside his stomach. Jade always stops just in time for Idia to catch himself yelping pathetically and twitching, moments away from orgasm. And Jade always smiles like a criminal that is about to betray and shoot him when it happens…

Jade’s and Floyd’s dicks are pretty much the same size-wise, but the way they operate them is different; after having sex with Floyd Idia feels completely ruined. Not in a horrible way, but even if it’s been days, his insides remember how it felt when Floyd was shoving that thing deep inside his body. So it’s not unusual for Idia to spend a couple of days in bed after having sex with Floyd, especially considering the fact that if he moves his legs in the wrong way, he’ll probably trigger a spasm that’ll send a shockwave of pain and pleasure through his whole body.

Idia still isn’t sure why this whole thing keeps happening and why the tweels keep chasing him to have sex with him; he kind of was sure that they would lose all interest in him after a week or two. But even though he acts annoyed and even freaked out by them, somewhere deep inside it feels weirdly good to know that these two think about him so much that they just can’t get enough of him. This is such a cringy thought for Idia… but suddenly realising that Jade or Floyd could fit his entire dick inside his butt without any problem is more cringe; is it really this loose now??

Jade and Floyd are fascinated with the way Idia’s hair colour changes when he is embarrassed and aroused, and they know that it also changes in other situations, so now they have a quest to collect the entire rainbow of Idia’s hair. The winner gets to have fun with Idia while the other watches. Idia loses either way because the idea of being fucked by one of the tweels while the other one is pissed, horned up and cockblocked sounds like a nightmare lol Idia isn’t aware of this little challenge/game of theirs, which is for the best.

Floyd approaches the challenge by making Idia experience different physical sensations. He also loves to freak Idia out, he feels like if he does it enough, he could get a cool new colour. He just couldn’t scare him enough yet… maybe if he combines it with them having sex… Or makes Idia believe that he is about to drown him and keep his head under the water for like a minute until he either cums or passes out…

Jade’s approach is to play mental games with Idia + use potions, mushrooms and other stuff that he could feed him or inject into him. He got pretty interesting results, especially when poor Idia got super delirious and confused as Jade was having sex with him after pretty much frying his brains with the newest mushroom-based potion… but Floyd said that it doesn’t really count because it’s cheating.

#replies #headcanons #jadidi #floidi

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sukunastoy · 1 year

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Shameful Attraction (CEO! Sukuna x Female Reader~NSFW~Part 4)

Pairings: CEO!Sukuna x fem!reader x fiance!Toji (Non-Curse AU)

Synopsis: You've been in a long-term relationship with Toji from high school, who is the love of your life. Well, sometimes he is... You turn a blind eye to all of the heartaches he seems to deliberately bring upon you and the relationship. Despite his actions, you've remained loyal and true. That is, until Sukuna, a CEO and your new boss, draws you into an affair.

CW/TW: This story has moments of mistreatment and abuse. There are references all throughout about this behavior—Hitting, name-calling, degradation, hiding bruises, cheating, unfaithfulness, etc. Also, reader is thin/underweight, unprotected sex, fingering, pet names (i.e., doll, pretty thing, little one, princess, etc.), consensual degradation, and praise kink. Mentions of depression, thoughts of suicide.

Wordcount: 8.2k+

(Previous, Part 3)

~Toji always enjoyed making your life hell...didn't he? Sometimes you wondered how much longer your sanity could handle it. The love you used to feel for him was getting harder to hold onto each day.~

Monday, 4:47 AM "Morning, princess." Toji's voice disturbed you from your sleep, and for a moment, you tried to keep your eyes closed. Tried to will yourself back to sleep. Tried to give yourself a bit more time before facing reality again.

Swallowing hard, you let your eyes open slowly, looking into the face of your fiancé. "Morning.” "I'm sorry about the last couple of days. You know I never mean to let things get so out of hand, right?" He cooed softly while rubbing the side of your face.

You weakly nodded in return. Just glad he wasn’t so pissed off anymore. "What time is it?" You murmured, looking at him as you rubbed your eyes. "Almost 5." "Shit, I have to go." You groaned while moving from him quickly. The morning train started running at 5:30 am, and you didn't want to miss it. "So, you're just getting up and leaving?" "Toji, I have to go to work. I have to catch the train on time." You stressed while rummaging through the closet quickly. It was only then you realized how bare and empty your wardrobe was regarding professional attire. You had three different really nice outfits, two of which Sukuna already seen. Not that you cared about this before, but that was when you worked for a smaller company with a boss who wasn't that great anyway, so not like he ever noticed your repeating outfits throughout the week. Today would be a new outfit, but tomorrow you'd be in one of the outfits that Sukuna had already seen and you couldn't explain the embarrassment you felt over it. It seemed so trivial, but you worried about what he might think. You wanted him to see you look nice, to see you pretty in a different outfit all the time. You wanted to impress him. Fuck, but why did you need to do that? What was the point? Not like it was going to make a difference.

"Well, you shouldn't have picked a job so far away. Before, you didn't need to leave so early." Toji snorted while stretching out in bed. That niceness of his from the other night was clearly already fading. "It was the only place that was hiring, and one that was paying a lot more. I had no choice." "Sure it's not just some club where you're whoring yourself out?" You wanted to scoff, to throw down your clothes in aggravation, but you just kept it to yourself. Glancing up at the mirror on the closet door, you could see the faint bruises along your face that reminded you of why it was always better to keep your mouth shut.

He could seem so genuinely sorry in some moments, and in others, he proved he had little care for you.

"I doubt I'd get much money even if that were the case." You laughed jokingly, just wanting to lighten the mood and not let it be so tense and awkward. "Nah, you'd fetch a fair price, trust me." He said through a shit-eating grin, and it made your skin prick with goosebumps. "Come on, don't say stuff like that." You frowned, feeling disturbed by the very thought of such things.

As usual, you made sure to have some sort of breakfast ready for Toji before you left. Not that you got to have much of it. You didn't have time to eat a lot. By the time you left, Toji already plopped himself down on the couch in the living room, getting to do whatever he wanted throughout the day as usual. He said he worked on occasion, but you couldn't believe it. He obviously never had any money, and he refused to tell you what he did for work. Sometimes he'd disappear for days at a time, saying he was at work. But you weren't that stupid. He never brought any money home, and still continued to use all of yours. If he was getting money from some job, he was definitely keeping it a secret so you couldn't partake in any of it. Not that you'd be surprised.

Settling into your seat on the train, you tried to stay out of view from others, not wanting curious and nosy eyes peering at the marks you were given.

Your face was still so sore from when he slapped you a few times, and putting makeup on was difficult. But, unfortunately, covering your bruises was easy. Sadly enough, the concealers in your makeup bag worked their magic every time. It didn't take long until you had a fresh face that was full of vigor and proper color—like nothing ever happened.

Monday, 7:38 AM

Arriving in Roppongi felt like you entered a completely new atmosphere. There was a huge hustle and bustle of everyone trying to get to where they needed to be during their morning commutes, but still, there was an odd serenity to it. It was far from home, far from Toji and his abusive actions. And very close to the man you craved to see again.

Taking in the beauty of the office building you just entered, you smiled with excitement. You had seen the pictures online when applying, but in person, the scene took your breath away. There was an atrium right in the entrance, blocked off by glass paneling to keep people from cutting through it. The skylight above let in a ton of natural light. The gorgeous and well-kept Japanese maple tree in the middle stretched out pridefully while small ferns and an array of stones lined the ground beneath it. The ceiling was high, and tasteful metal art pieces were hung from it, seeming to span out the length of the room. Around the atrium was where the reception desk was, and it was a space of luxury as well. The wall behind the desk had water flowing down small ridges that lined the wall, creating a delicate and gentle-sounding waterfall.

You were greeted with a lovely, dark-haired woman, Mai. Her smile was soft yet lively, and once you gave her your name, she wasted no time getting you set up. You were given your badge and ID, which would be needed to enter most spaces in the building, including Sukuna's personal office. She directed you to sit off to the side until someone came to get you, and they would take you on a small tour before leading you up the few floors to where you'd be stationed mostly. Of course, you weren't expecting such a handsome yet stern man to greet you. "You must be y/n." He said to you as you stood and offered a small bow while acknowledging him. "My name is Kento, Nanami. Please, follow me." Nanami took you through the main floors, explaining where everything was in brief detail and you kept a mental note since he didn't seem like the type who liked to repeat himself. There was a gentleness to him, yet a no-nonsense attitude at the same time. Riding the elevator up with him to the executive suite, you let out a heavy breath, trying to clear your nerves. It was just like any office job. Except this office was more upscale and was run by the man who gave you one of the best and most indecent weekends of your life. "Nervous?" "Yes, a bit." You offered a sheepish laugh while looking at him for a moment. "I just want to do well, and prove my worth." There were some things Nanami could have mentioned that he already heard from his boss about you, but they definitely weren't appropriate. "Just be honest and hardworking, Sukuna doesn't demand the impossible. At least, not often." It was almost like a chuckle should have followed his words but he refrained and stopped at an office door down the hall from the elevator. "This is your office, and Sukuna will mostly come through here to access his. There is another door to his office around the corner, but no one should be going to it. That's for his own personal use when he needs to leave without being bothered. I expect you know the basics of being the assistant and more or less the gatekeeper to his personal time." You nodded to confirm what he was saying and he tapped to the small card reader next to the door. "You'll hold your badge to it, and once the light turns green, the door will unlock. It automatically locks once it closes again, so don't forget your badge inside your office. We have keys, but it's a pain in the ass to come to unlock someone's door just because they're forgetful." "I understand." You smiled at him while placing your badge on the reader. Once it clicked the lock, you pushed the door open slowly, peeking into the semi-dark space. "I'll leave you to it, Sukuna will arrive shortly and he'll go over more with you of course. It's a pleasure to have you on our team." The two of you exchanged a small polite bow to one another before parting ways. As you entered your new office, you let out a sigh of relief to see it was spacious and fit for your job. It wasn't decorated too much, other than a few things here and there, and you hoped that meant you could personalize it to what you like. The door to Sukuna's office was glass and on the other side of the room. The thought of being so close to him like this gave you unexplainable chills. It was still dark on the other side of the door, and it flattened your hopes of seeing into the room. While getting familiar with your own space, you couldn't help but worry about how Sukuna would treat you here at work. A multitude of scenarios played out in your head. Would he completely ignore anything that happened, and treat you as just another employee? Or would he show you favoritism? You wouldn't want anyone to assume you're sleeping with the boss just to get what you want. Well, you wanted the attention, but it had nothing to do with the job itself. Looking out the large windows while mentally preparing for the day, the sound of your office door opening made you turn quickly, nearly startled by the unexpected visitor.

When you laid eyes on that gorgeous man, your lip quivered in both excitement and peril.

"Morning, pretty thing." Oh, his voice. It was so grounding and calming. You wanted so badly to just go into his arms and have him hold you, tell you everything is okay, and squeeze any stress and pain out of your heart. But, you remained professional, just relieved that he still used the pet name. "M-Morning, Sir." "Still so shy of me?" He grinned while walking through your office to the glass door leading to his. You fidgeted slightly with a timid smile while following him, just so eager to be in his presence again. He opened the door and stepped to the side, gesturing for you to enter first.

For the next hour or so, he went over some brief details about the programs you'll be using, what timelines are expected of you, and any other thing that was important to know immediately. Hearing him talk with such professionalism was almost just as big a turn-on as his charming demeanor. He was very clear in his expectations of your job, and the assertiveness in his voice sent chills through your body. Just because the two of you had spent a great night together, his demands for the job were heavily separated from that, and a good fuck wouldn't excuse you from being an exemplary worker.

Sukunas POV~

It was a treat to be around her again, and to see that she was mostly the same woman at the office as she was outside of it; polite and shy. He couldn't explain why that drew him to her, other than she was such a contrast to most women in his life. She displayed confidence, yet she had reservations. As if it could easily be broken down under certain circumstances. Circumstances she shouldn't have to be in. She was eager to learn and to learn properly, and that was a breath of fresh air to him. Obviously, he preferred a woman to be his assistant, but most of them were too busy trying to be appealing enough. It was entertaining, and he wouldn't deny the enjoyment of fucking in his office from time to time, but, his company was always at the front of his mind. Its problems came first, as well as anything else involving it. Trying to have a serious work-related discussion with an assistant who couldn't stop trying to fool around with him became aggravating one too many times.

The stack of papers left on his desk from Nanami were a perfect place to start for her. He needed to get an understanding of what she knew, and what her skill set was. Her resume was impressive, so he knew there was more to her than the quiet and shy front. And luckily, she didn't disappoint. He sat back and watched as she got to work, skimming through the memos and printed meeting logs along with any spreadsheets that needed editing or clarification. She divided things based on importance, and even jotted down notes for what his schedule might include for the day. It was interesting to him, to see how focused she became. She asked him questions about any unknowns, and confirmed what is most important for him in his daily schedule. A couple differences here and there, but only cause Sukuna did things his own way just like any CEO would.

Anything he didn't care for or didn't want to be included in his own personal workload for the day became an issue for her instead. Anything he didn't have time for, was now something she would need to handle. Certainly, he wouldn't just let her loose quite yet. But he had confidence she wouldn't need that long to begin doing most of the work on her own. She was eager to please, but he couldn't figure out if that would be a weakness of hers or not. It was clear that her fiancé, or whatever he was, was a complete piece of shit. Lucky for him, that meant he got to play around with her more.

Monday, 9:12 AM

Your POV~

"Okay, this isn't something I'm sure about. Would this be more for me to handle, or would you prefer to have it in your own workload?" You questioned while reading over some printed-out emails from another company he did business with.

He glanced across his desk briefly to see what you were referring to, but opted to just stand up and look at it from your side. Feeling the warmth from his body come over you from behind, your whole frame tensed as arms came down on both sides of you. His palms rested on the desk while leaning over you so closely you could feel his chest against your back and you shuddered slightly as he remained in this stance, looking over what you had pointed out.

"Well, do you have any experience in this?" "Yes, I just never dealt with it too often at my other job. It was a smaller company, and my previous boss preferred to handle it on his own. But, you already have a lot to do, so I wanted to know what you would choose instead." "We'll figure that out when the time comes." He said while leaning his face down towards you.

Soft yet hungry lips brush across your shoulder towards the top of your clavicle, causing your breath to seize up in your throat at the abrupt action.

"Sukuna..!" a stunned whisper left your lips, now feeling his right hand sliding down the side of your body, his fingertips dipping into the curve of your waist and palm smoothing over your seated hip. "You want me to stop?" he asked quietly, lips now against your ear but his question was honest and you let out a small moan as goosebumps pricked over the back of your neck. Of course you didn't want him to stop. Fuck, please don't stop.

It didn't take long for Sukuna to have you completely melting at his touch, your head leaning back against his firm body as his lips sucked onto your skin, trailing wet kisses from the base of your neck to up behind your ear, the sensations shooting right down to your core as you wanted him again so badly. Wanted his hands all over you, wanted his scent filling your nose, wanted to please him and be something he yearned for. Just wanted to be something that someone yearned for.

But, you couldn't. This was wrong. You were here to work, not be the cliché slutty assistant to the boss. Placing your hand over your face in shame, you leaned away from him, slightly shaking your head. "I'm sorry, I can't, I can't do this. I'm not that type of woman." Sukuna turned your chair around abruptly to face him and before you could react, he had both hands pushed down onto the armrests, caging you into the chair below his demanding form. "What type of woman are you talking about?" He asked with curiosity, face coming down near yours and damn, you already started to whine in your throat for him. "The type who just messes around with the boss. I don't want to be seen as the office slut. And, and I shouldn't be cheating on my fiancé.” "That's not anyone's business but ours. Besides, you seemed to enjoy yourself the other night, didn't you? Cumming over and over cause it felt so good. You can pretend to love your fiancé all you want, but still come to me for this good dick." He smirked while leaning his mouth to your ear and you trembled with a shaky breath. "You're not being very professional right now." You laughed nervously, playfully pushing against his chest to get some distance between the two of you before you lost all control. He leaned back as you moved him while running a hand through his hair. "Doesn't seem like it bothers you." He stated while undoing his cuff links and collar. You looked up to him as he adjusted his sleeves, rolling them up as if preparing to do some task. "Sir?" The only response you got was a smirk and his hand gesturing you to stand. Of course, you did so without hesitation and he came forward, pulling the chair from behind you while spinning you around. Your false protests were cut short as he pushed you against the desk. You couldn't find your voice as he slowly knelt down behind you, reaching his hands up under your skirt to hook his fingers around the edges of your panties. As the lacy cloth was pulled down your legs slowly, Sukunas lips trailed down along with them, kissing your thighs down to your calves. While kissing your left leg, he lifted your right foot to step out of your underwear and then did the same on the other. "For someone who is trying to be a good girl for their fiancé, you're wearing some tempting undergarments while being in the office." "I didn't even notice.” You whimpered through a lie as his lips traveled to the inside of your thighs, delicate kisses making you tremble. He stood back up and you glanced back at him with a flushed face of embarrassment. "I'll hold onto these for a bit." When he gently stuffed it into his shirt pocket, you turned around, starting to demand he give them back but he caught your chin in his firm grip, halting you in an instant. "We only have about twenty minutes before the first meeting, so we shouldn't waste time." His voice was so smooth yet demanding, and you let him maneuver your body back around to be bent over the desk.

Hearing his belt start to come undone, your breath caught in your throat and you stammered at his actions which only made him chuckle and his grin widen. One of his hands pushed onto your shoulder, gently pinning you down against his desk, and the other hand snuck up underneath your skirt, fingertips gliding along your excited thigh til they could reach your heat.

"Oh, you've no idea." he began to say before a cocky laugh quietly left his throat as you tried to remain silent while quivering anxiously in desire to his touches.

"You have no idea what I've thought about doing to you all weekend." his voice fanned over the back of your ear as his fingers slowly slid between your lips and you felt so shy at how wet you already were. Letting the hand that was on your shoulder quickly slide around your neck and up to your mouth, his palm clasped over it tightly to keep you quiet while he pulled his hardened cock from his pants, the bend of his length landing atop of your ass with a soft smacking sound and your fingernails nearly dug into the desk with anticipation. Part of you wanted to move his hand away because of the soreness you still felt on your face, but you didn't want to bring attention to it. Not like ignoring the pain from Toji was foreign to you. Lying about bruises and marks had become second nature at this point. Besides, you didn't want Sukuna to stop. Didn't want him to let you go or question what was wrong.

"It's amusing how you pretend you're too ashamed for this, yet you're so fucking wet already." His other hand now moved under your thigh quickly, lifting it up to where your leg was on the desk, spreading you beautifully open for him as he brought his hand back to your fluttering pussy, dipping two of his fingers inside without hesitation, curling them up towards your back and your shriek was muffled by the hand still tightly positioned over your mouth. "Shhh..." Sukuna hushed you with a chuckle, deepening his fingers to the knuckles as he reached for that beautiful sweet spot inside he had been yearning to satisfy again.

Heavy exhales came out loudly from your nose and your eyes were already starting to roll back as he finger fucked your pussy so roughly, blessing your gummy walls with his touch, sending your mind into a spiral of pleasure.

His lips found your neck again, nipping at the base of it as he slowly pulled his fingers out, earning a desperate whine from your throat at the loss of contact. He pumped your slick all over his cock, making it twitch in his hand before slipping in so easily that it made you feel guilty. The hand around your mouth pulled away as you concealed your desperate moans on your own, and he rolled up the fabric of your skirt, letting it rest at your lower back to fully expose what he wanted.

Biting onto your bottom lip so hard it almost hurt, you did your best to suppress any erotic moans that begged to burst from your lips, missing this feeling so much. Not just the amazing sex you were new to, but just him touching you in general. Just being in his presence relaxed you in such a way you had never felt before. His large hands made themselves comfortable at the small of your back, fingers lightly pushing into your skin to hold you in place as he slowly drove his cock deeper to the hilt, forcing your breath out again as it did the other night.

"Wait, fuck-!" You whimpered and writhed, moving your hand back to push against his thigh as he bottomed out. Your leg was already trembling at how full he made you, the pressure swelling within you. You still remembered the ache from the last time he fucked you, and you couldn't deny it hurt. But it hurt so damn good.

Letting out a deep exhale, he paused for a moment, the feeling of your sopping heat gripping him so tightly he could hardly think straight. Something he had no idea he would miss so much. Your glossy eyes searched back for his as you craned your neck to see him and he grinned in mirth at how your face was already so tense with pleasure. So beautiful he thought, enjoying your eager yet nervous gaze looking at him, not ever having the same desire to look at another woman in such a way in these moments. "I'll be patient, sweetheart." He reminded, letting his palms rub over your skin so gently. Despite him being so rough, you still felt like he'd completely stop at any moment if you wanted him to. But you were so afraid, so afraid that if you did ask him to stop again, he'd no longer have interest in you. And you needed this in a way you could never explain.

"Do me a favor, doll." he spoke quietly, allowing your walls the moment they needed to accept his thick length and you immediately nodded, willing to do anything he asked of you at this point. Leaning over your body more, his face came close to yours and he stole a quick kiss from your cheek before letting his mouth glide over your ear, his hot breath making you shudder through his whisper. "Please, make a fucking mess all over my desk."

By the time the words even registered in your head, he pulled his hips back and then shoved his cock all the way back inside of your desperate cunt, forcing a howl of painful pleasure from your lips which he immediately silenced, his large hand clasping itself firmly over your mouth again. Your muffled wails made him growl into your ear, and he bit onto the lobe, nipping as he reached his unforgiving pace, already hammering into you without reserve. With his hand around your mouth, he held your face and pulled your head back towards his, curving your back as his other hand stayed firm on your waist, allowing him to fuck himself deeply into you. The palms of your hands stayed flat on the desk to keep yourself lifted up as he positioned you, and incoherent cries slipped through his fingers over your mouth while his cocky laugh into your ear made your whole body already start to convulse without control. "Come on doll, cum for me, I know you won't last long." His rude and lust-filled voice commanded into your ear as he felt your walls start to grip him without reserve. But you inhaled deeply, struggling to hold off for a moment, unable to believe you were already about to fall apart. Shaking your head, you mentally begged to wait a bit, just wanting this to last.

He held you tightly as you stiffened in his grasp, sobbing breaths through his fingers and your eyes tightly screwed shut, the shocks of ecstasy shooting through you repeatedly.

Not allowing a moment for you to settle, he thrusted harder and you whined harshly in your throat, feeling your release smear all over his desk below, just as he was wanting you to do. Fuck, he was incredible at what he could do and how he could make you feel, and so quickly with little effort.

With your head tilted to the side, your eyes could make out the pleased expression on his face, and that alone made you want to cum all over his deliciously fat cock again.

"That's a good girl." His praise enveloped you in warmth and you whined desperately for him. Your leg struggled to stay propped up on the desk as it was shaking from overstimulation and it made your lover groan deeply into your neck, his own pants of gratification driving you fucking wild. Knowing that something as useless as yourself was making someone amazing like him enjoy what little you could offer was such an intense high.

He brought an arm around your chest, tightening underneath your breasts as he stepped back and stood your body upright, moving his other hand up under your struggling leg to keep it propped as he fucked your sloppy pussy and you cried silently, trying to not scream his name or release lewd moans as surely someone outside the offices and down the hall would hear. "Give me another," he demanded, growling into your neck, starting to chase his own high, knowing you would come undone again soon. Throwing your hand over your mouth as you couldn't stop your screams of ecstasy, you felt your walls constrict tightly around his cock as he maintained his bruising pace, every swollen groove inside of your cunt being filled with his girth and warm tears rolled down your cheeks as you came all over him again, your chest heaving as you continued to scream into your own hand, riding out your intense high.

Sukuna's cheek pressed against yours as he grunted with a faltering thrust, his cock throbbing deep within you as he filled you to the brim with his abundant ropes of hot cum and you cried out in ecstasy, his own hand now coming over your mouth to help quiet the loud sounds you couldn't stop from letting out.

Panting heavily, you pressed your cheek more against his, feeling that connection that only he had been able to make you feel. It was pain, it was pleasure, and it was complete depression yet happiness all at once.

"Fuck." He growled while swallowing hard, catching his breath before kissing on your neck softly, lips enveloping the area of skin where your heartbeat was hastily thrumming through. His hand that was under your thigh slowly let your trembling leg down so you could stand on your own two feet again and then he rested his warm palm and fingers along your waist. His hand that was over your mouth moved to your belly, holding you in place against him, and you whimpered softly, placing your hand over his as you were still enjoying your high, and his gentle touches and embrace were causing your mind to bombard you with emotions you didn't want to deal with. For a moment the two of you remained still, having not parted yet, Sukuna still buried deep within you and those pulsing throbs were still ever present.

He was never a man who could easily find joy in a single, repetitive sexual partner. Usually, it was boring after a few times, every woman eventually blurring into the same as the one before. They were often snotty and pretentious but were cheap and easy to get into bed. Unfortunately, they were just generic sluts spreading their legs without much convincing. Quick and easy fucks, but it got monotonous and tiresome. He certainly wasn't looking for anything romantic or heartfelt. But, someone who wasn't completely mindless or shallow was preferred. It was obvious you were already collapsing boundaries he set up, boundaries to keep women from trying to advance in his life as they were only there for his money, status, and the satisfaction he could give them in bed. He preferred to avoid any emotional connections and didn't want anyone else becoming attached to him in return, but with you, he couldn't help but struggle with that idea now. He couldn't recall the number of times he'd carelessly shoved a woman down over his desk, not even remembering her name or face as he flipped their skirts or dresses up, burying himself deeply within them to get what gratification he could. Many temporary assistants would come in here and straddle him in his chair, begging for some raise or a better opportunity in the company. He'd enjoy himself when they pulled out his cock and ride him in the chair, but he never honestly cared for any of them. They never stayed employed for long, as they usually failed miserably at the job. Gorgeous bodies, but no common sense. He certainly enjoyed fucking, but he still had a business to manage.

Monday, 10 AM

Sitting off to the far side of the long table in the conference room where Sukuna was about to have the first meeting of his day, you let out a deep shaky breath, nervous as can be.

Your fingers were gripping the hem of your skirt while you sat and waited for the actual meeting to start once the greetings and such were over, ready to start taking notes of important things being said per Sukuna's instructions. He had briefly walked you through main points you'd need to pay attention to, things to ask or how to handle confrontation/disagreements. Eventually, most of these meetings would be your responsibility as they weren't as imperative like the larger ones Sukuna needed more time for.

Throughout the casual conversation Sukuna was having with the others, he'd briefly look in your direction, a very subtle smirk with every glance and your eyes were soft as a doe in return, feeling as if your heart was dancing around in your chest. The intensity of his gaze onto you even while holding a conversation with several others made you so embarrassed and shy, knowing that even when you nervously looked away, those gorgeous eyes remained on you. He also still kept your underwear hostage in his pocket; his reminder being a subtle pat over the area every once in a while when he caught your gaze.

It wasn't too much longer until the meeting had started, and Sukuna introduced you to the few others in the room, you being the only woman of course, as most businesses were run by men, but you didn't let it bother you. With Sukuna at the other end of the table, you felt secure and confident when you stood and gave a polite bow, and you were surprised by the same level of curtesy you received in return from these posh businessmen.

Eventually, the one meeting turned into another, and another, and by the end of the fourth one, Sukuna seemed relieved there wouldn't be anymore for almost two hours.

Sitting idly at the other end of the table, going over your notes as Sukuna let out the last person from the room, he gave an annoyed sigh, dropping himself back into his chair to relax for a moment. "Normally they don't take that long." He said quietly, glancing over to you as you scribbled down some other things you suddenly remembered that could be important to know. "It didn't seem too terribly bad." You smiled up to him as you set your pen down, finishing your notes in the moment. "But it did help, I think I got a lot just out of these first few meetings. They seem pretty straightforward."

"That's good, and well, we have about two hours til the next meeting, let's go get some lunch." The chuckle from his throat quieted down as he looked at his watch then back up to you for confirmation, but a frown formed between his brows at your sudden downward gaze. Of course, lunch sounded amazing but, you couldn't spare a single coin for anything other than your train tickets for this week and the next. Already you were plagued with the thought of your deadline next week... ¥1,000,000? Your paycheck wouldn't even come close...And your parents had yet to return your call. Would you actually be sent to jail for failure to pay? Its not something you wanted to necessarily gamble over. And how were you to tell Sukuna about it? 'Sorry sir, I know you just hired me but I have to go to jail now because my fiancé keeps taking out credit cards and loans under my name and I don't know what to do about it.' What a wonderful conversation piece that would be.

"Y/N...what's wrong?"

His question startled you as you realized he was in front of you now, much closer than before, and even though this was the same man that fucked you over his desk this morning in a demanding and ravenous way, his expression was so gentle and full of concern for you.

"Uh, nothing is wrong." You smiled widely through your lie, putting on that convincing façade of cheerfulness to hide your agonized thoughts. "And I'm okay, I don't need anything for lunch, I am just going to-"

"It wasn't a suggestion." The sudden authority of his voice made your head snap up to look at him as he stared down to you with an expression that wasn't hiding his honesty at all. "Sukuna, but I don't...I don't have the-"

"...Money?"

Immediately your head dropped at his answer even though it was the most logical one for him to say. You already felt too overvalued from the other night when he took you out on that date, but that was a more proper setting for him to want to spoil you. Having a lunch break at work wasn't something he needed to spend money on you for. "I have no concern over money. Come on," his hand now reaching down to you. Looking at his hand, the one that made you feel so amazing the other night and this morning, the one that caressed your skin so gently, that cupped your cheek so softly, now presented to you again, made you want to simultaneously cry and smile. Swallowing tightly, trying to fight off that burning feeling in your throat, you hesitantly reached out to his hand, letting him pull you up from the chair and he gave a charming smile while gently touching the underside of your chin with his other index finger. "What else is looming in that head of yours? Nervous from your first day?"

Accepting that as a decent excuse to your mood, you gave a desperate laugh and nodded. "Yeah, just not completely confident in anything yet so, makes me nervous, but I think I'll get the hang of the meetings really easily. Its similar to ones I used to assist on in my old office." You lied, not about your job skill, but about what was really on your mind. It was so difficult to feel sad though when his attention on you.

Monday, 12:48 PM

Despite you trying to deny his offer for buying you lunch again, Sukuna just ignored it and walked with you down the sidewalk towards a small strip of cafes, obviously where a lot of people from other businesses go for lunch. Even on his break, Sukuna was checking emails on his phone, listening to voicemails from when he had his phone turned off in the meetings, and you smiled in subtle admiration while looking up to him as the two of you neared some places to eat. He didn't even have to look up as he walked, as if he had done this so many times, this path memorized easily.

He led you inside a delicious smelling café, and it was fairly full of several other business men and women, all enjoying time out of the office as they chatted about anything other than work. Just like the date the other night, you stared at the prices in shock, not even able to comprehend how any of this was affordable to anyone...but of course, this was nothing but pocket change to nearly everyone in this city... Sukuna had asked what things you enjoy eating and you gave a brief list to which he used to pick something out for you, knowing you would try to pick the cheapest thing even if you didn't like it. Biting your lip as he ordered for you, he glanced back down to you to ask what drink you'd like and you told him quietly, feeling as if you were a shy child who was too afraid to speak to the worker directly for your order.

After putting his phone away and paying for the order, he took a small number tag for when the order would be called out, and that large hand came to your waist again gently, just like in the restaurant, guiding you along side him to find a seat.

He occasionally checked his phone even after the food was ready, and he ate while simultaneously still conducting business on his phone, but also finding moments in between all of that to look up while holding a conversation with you. It wasn't the type of look and attention that seemed forced and only out of courtesy, but he looked at you as if you were just as important, if not more, than his food or work. "Need anything else?" He questioned as you had finished your food some time ago, having eaten it quickly as you had been quite hungry today, not really getting much to eat over the weekend while back at home with Touji. Trying to convince him with a shake of your head, he cocked a brow up at your stubbornness and took out his wallet, passing his credit card over to you. "Get something else, and get another coffee to go for me."

Staring at the platinum level, black credit card in your hand as you stood up in the small line at the counter again, you felt so terrified, holding onto it tightly with both hands, as if it was going to be snatched from you. Quietly asking for another small meal and the coffee for Sukuna, the total was rang up and the worker gestured to the terminal. Your shaky hand swiped the card through the terminal, preparing for it to say declined. Not having any money usable in your own bank account for so long, you weren't able to use your own cards. They always said declined as Toji had drained your account per usual and you'd always be left embarrassed, standing dumbfounded in the line at the store with a cart of groceries or other items you'd need at home but no money in your bank. When the terminal flashed the approved icon you released a breath you didn't even realize you were holding. The worker told you to just wait at the counter as it would only be a quick moment to get your order to you and you briefly glanced at Sukuna, only to get flustered as he had his cheek resting against his knuckles, watching you with a humored smile.

He was able to see the subtle excitement and relief on your face after you had swiped the card as if you weren't expecting it to work. But, it did work, and the joyous expression that came across your face brought him a feeling of elation...and he knew he wasn't going to be able to keep the need for that satisfaction out of his mind.

Monday, 5:00 PM

After saying farewell to a small group of new coworkers you had met that you'd be working closely with as well, you took a little notebook and looked around your office, jotting down some items you could benefit from having. Not that you could afford them at the moment, but hopefully when you got your first check, you'd be able to sneak some money out of the account before Toji got ahold of it all on his own. Though, the ever looming fear of possibly going to jail next week due to lack of payment tried to weigh heavily on your mind. You tried to simply forget it was even an issue, not wanting to accept that this was coming to an end for you before it even got to start.

If by some miracle you didn't have to go to jail, and you did really well at this job, you would definitely be able to pay off your debts, and maybe you could move out here, to get away from Toji for good. Wiping a couple of stray tears from the corner of your eyes as you stood at the windows of your office, you knew that was a fantasy that could never come to completion. Even if you could be financially secure once more, Toji wouldn't just let you go. He'd hunt you down, and drag you back home, just as he did every time... Feeling your phone buzz in your pocket again, you sniffled and tilted your head back, letting out a slight groan of irritation, knowing it was Toji harassing you again. Just as you were thinking of the bastard... Preparing for hateful words and ignorant things for him to tell you, you were surprised when his message came through saying,

-"I wont be home tonight. Actually I'll probably be out for a couple days. I have work to do. This damn place better be clean when I get home, and actually do a good job for once if you can even comprehend what that means."-

You briefly imagined the type of hell that would befall you if you ever nonchalantly sent a text to Toji saying you wouldn't be home for a couple of days. This was just another thing he did often, completely disappear for several days. It was the only time you were actually able to regain some of your sanity though, a couple days of peace so you could recover your strength both physically and mentally. It gave you the opportunity of enjoying a bit of freedom without interruption. When he was tired of not having a punching bag, that's when he'd come back home.

Relief did wash over you though, knowing that tonight would be peaceful, and hopefully a few more nights as well.

"So, pretty thing, think you'll do fine here?"

That low, velvety voice from behind you plucked your fragile mind from its worries and thoughts, and you turned your head enough to see Sukuna in the doorway of your office, holding his suit jacket with just his index finger as it was draped over his shoulder. "I..I think this is a perfect fit for me. Its what I'm decent at doing, its what I like to do, and this office is incredible." You laughed while gesturing to the wide space, your eyes going back to his and you smiled shyly as he chuckled to your response.

"Do you think its better than my office?" Those pearly canines peered through his cocky grin and you're not sure what possessed you to return the same grin while putting your hands on your hips and facing him. "Sir, the only place better than your office, is your bedroom." As the words fell from your lips you immediately regretted it, surprised you were so blunt, however the sudden laugh that boasted from Sukuna brought some confidence into your statement of choice. Decreasing the distance between the two of you quickly, Sukuna approached, tossing his jacket onto the chair nearby, and his large hands sought out your cheeks gently, pulling your face to his while pushing his lips onto yours. Whimpering in bliss as his arms moved around your waist, your fingers gripped onto his upper sleeves tightly as his aggressively passionate kiss had you melting against his firm body.

Both of you left the office together, and neither of you mentioned any type of "goodbye" as you walked along side of Sukuna down the sidewalk in the direction of his apartment. It was pretty obvious where the two of you were headed...and with Toji mentioning he wasn't going to be home, you didn't have a single desire to hop on a train and head back at this moment.

And how could you want to go home to the empty apartment that was full of despair and misery when you were feeling so alive in Sukuna's bed? His deep and powerful thrusts making you gasp and cry from the pleasure you never knew existed before meeting him. Your nails left long and beautiful scratches down his muscled back, and the most satisfied groans left Sukuna's throat as he continued to fuck himself deeply into your sopping heat. One of his strong hands was up under your back, holding your body close and his lips were sucking tenderly at the slope of your neck, leaving wet and hot kisses between his pants. Your incoherent begs for him to 'please don't stop' only fueled his ambition to make you completely lose it even more on his fat cock, loving how you looked when your hands were desperately gripping the blankets at your sides because you couldn't handle the intensity of what he was doing to you. He blessed your quivering body with a powerful orgasm, and you creamed all over his cock as he continued with slow and deep thrusts, kissing your teary cheeks as you sobbed in bliss, your fingernails gripping onto his shoulders and leaving little crescent moons in their wake. Of course, he wasn't done with you, and one orgasm from you wouldn't suffice. He wanted you to be so dumb on his dick that there wouldn't be a coherent thought in your mind. And you loved it. Loved how he flipped you over to your belly and buried himself deep into your already oversensitive pussy, reaching his bruising pace as you clawed at the bedsheets ahead of you, pushing your face into the fabric as you screamed in ecstasy. "Oh no pretty thing, let me fucking hear it this time..." He let out a demanding growl, one hand holding your waist tightly and the other reaching for your hair, tangling his fingers into it to pull your head up from the blankets so your screams and cries would echo out into his room instead of being muffled. Your cheeks burned with a feverish blush, never imagining you'd be moaning in such pleasure in another man's bed, your boss's bed at that. And you never wanted to be anywhere else.

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seasonalmoss · 9 days

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Epic the musical Catifed: I remade Penelope’s Ref!

AAAAGHH DJDHFJRHJDHSHD OKAY OKAY, so Ive been meaning to redo her ref for quite some time now, and it happens that I’ve been stressed enough lately to draw her! She’s literally one of my very top comfort characters for me right now, to be fair all of my comfort characters are extremely important but for this situation I’m in right now the comfort I need is from people like Penelope or Willow (from Wings of Fire).

anyways this ref has really helped me decompress and calm down, drawing Penelope has made me feel so safe and secure, literally I love Penelope in Epic so much.

I looove how she is in Epic the musical? Idk I feel more drawn towards her and more interested in her then the Penelope in the Odyssey.

though I guess in general when I say “I love -insert character who appears in EPIC” I’m usually talking about specifically the interpretation of Epic. Though I do have a genuine interest in Greek mythology and I want to get into more media that’s about it, the specific characters I’ve grown attached to are the musical ones!

like- people need to understand that Epic isn’t just “the odyssey as a musical” it’s a transformative retelling! And in many ways is it’s own story.

like- I think everyone can Agree that Ody in epic is a lot more nicer and moral then Ody in the Odyssey,

they literally aren’t the same character, and I hate when I see people bash on Odysseus in Epic because of their opinions of him in the odyssey.

Don’t get me wrong I LOOVE LOOVE the Odyssey and Iliad and other Greek myths but that’s simply just not the fandom I’m apart of.

Yes, Epic is still based on the Odyssey and a retelling of it, but it’s still Separate, and people shouldn’t act like it isn’t or act like what happens in EPIC reflects onto the odyssey. Like- don’t say “oohh but Odysseus isn’t that bad because in Epic-“ Stop. Don’t say that.

if you see them as separate from eachother then it shouldn’t matter to you people’s takes of the characters in the Odyssey because they aren’t the same as in EPIC. And really that goes for everything?

I’ve seen people bring up PJO(somehow???) a lot or that Circe book (literally don’t know the name of it) in regards to Epic and say “but in this!” Like- dude they are literally different retellings and interpretations it’s not like every Greek mythology story is connected or idk- canon to the Original Myths??? And don’t get me wrong you can make crossover AUs! I honestly LOOOVE seeing all of the PJO x Epic things I see!

but anyways stupid ramble over, I LOOVE LOOVEE DESIGNING PENELOPE! AAGGHHDHDHD I wanted her to appear very regal and well kept, she is a queen after all. But further more Penelope in Epic is a character who isn’t much of a physical fighter, rather she stands back and watches with calculating eyes and prudence. She has an unwavering will and a strong composure in the face of 108 nasty Suitors. She’s wise and clever. With all of this I wanted to give her more lengthy and soft features, as Penelope is someone many don’t expect to expertly win a battle with wits. She simply just seems to be the face of royalty. But I also gave her a strong long/thick tail to show her strength, she absolutely can beat the shit out of you with that tail, but she won’t. Because she doesn’t need to, since she has other more “civil” methods of wits to break you down. but in general EPIC Penelope is more reserved and calm, she doesn’t need to gaslight you or manipulate you, she just needs to trick you. She’s understanding and gentle, yet serious and worried. she stands tall hence why I made her that height. she’s also one of Odysseus’s leading motives, and a major support for him. I wanted Penelope to come across as someone you turn to for guidance or you lean into to cry. She’s a sturdy yet soft shoulder to cry on, something Odysseus desperately needs. (also Penelope just HAS to be taller then Odysseus I’m sorry- if you don’t make Ody in epic shorter then practically everyone what are you doing? /j)

anyways thats my Penelope design!

#catifed designs #epic the musical #epic penelope #epic the musical fanart #epic the musical as cats #greek mythology #ref sheet #catified #designs #penelopeeeeee #i love her so much HJDBDJDHD #Odysseus’s badass wife #tall wife #EPIC

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poppletonink · 8 months

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Review: Red, White and Royal Blue Movie

★★★★★ - 5 stars

"You need to figure out if you feel forever about him. Do you love him?"

The so-called "Cake Gate" was an accident - I mean, nobody would choose to have a £75,000 cake fall on top of you and your worst enemy. Alex Claremont-Diaz didn't mean to create an international scandal, but it doesn't mean he didn't do it. Now, his mother, the President of the United States needs him to do some damage control in order to not mess up her opportunity of winning the next election. Except, Alex Claremont-Diaz cannot stand Prince Henry and now he has to pretend they're best friends. Yet as Alex and Henry spend more time together, they realise that their hatred towards each other is completely unprecedented and quickly find themselves hurtling into a secret relationship with each other. As the election draws closer, Alex realises that he feels something more for Henry. Alex realises that he is in love with him. The question is what is worth the sacrifice? Is he willing to potentially upend two nations and ruin his mother's campaign? Is true love really worth it?

Red, White and Royal Blue seems like some sort of whacky, wild fan fiction in summary - it's a royal au, follows the enemies to lovers trope and very much so idiots in love. Despite the AO3 tags it perfectly fits into, Red, White and Royal Blue is so much more than it seems. It's a beautiful love story, a tale of hurt, heartbreak and comfort, that emotionally hits the viewer in ways you aren't expecting.

As someone who read the book a long time before the film was even conceptualised, (and as it's one of my favourite books of all time) my standards for how great this film needed to be were extremely - and I mean extremely - high. Despite leaving out bits from the book, which as sad as it may be is understandable due to time constraints, it still hit me just as viscerally as the book. Somehow even though some of the largest plot points (e.g. Bea's cocaine addiction) and most important characters (June Claremont-Diaz who I adore so very much) were missing, it still remained really accurate to the book. That sounds really contradictory, I know, but it was genuinely amazing how many lines they kept word for word from the original novel. It's something that I truly appreciate about recent book to screen adaptations, and I loved the fact that I could notice every time that it happened.

Nick and Taylor's chemistry was off the charts, which is something that seemingly came out of left field for a lot of people, but quite genuinely made the perfect Alex and Henry. They perfectly performed the witty banter, the yearning looks and the complete and utter disdain they have for each other at times. They made Alex Claremont-Diaz and Henry Fox Mountchristen Windsor real and by doing that they too made history.

Music played quite a large role in this film from the beginning until the end. I think the greatest song choice was undoubtedly Katarina Stratford's anthem. Bad Reputation was a brilliant choice for the theme song - it's such a perfect representation of Alex as a person, of him not caring what other people think and simply doing what he wants to do. It was also great to see Henry's karaoke performance of Don't Stop Me Now by Queen on the screen, and Henry and Alex dancing in the V&A was quite frankly beautiful.

Overall, Red, White and Royal Blue is a must-watch film of 2023. It's raw and emotional; it's a master class in romance; and it's extremely funny. It's a story that will make history.

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dragondemoness · 1 year

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Lol whoops I think my wording was off. I wanted Junko and Mukuro as the over protective siblings to the ditzy little brother with the girls he has a crush on being Celestia and Kyoko~ with him already going out on a few outings with them and given how both girls are they wanna make sure hes treated right and not neglected or treated wrongly. so I'm just re inputting the request,I gotta say I do love how the first one came out though it was an unexpected treat

Lol yeah, sorry about that 😅 That wasn't my first time misinterpreting a request

Hope this one is to your liking, though

Junko and Mukuro Finding out their Ditzy Younger Brother has a Crush on Kyoko and Celeste (separate)

Dealing with Celeste

Oh hell no

They hate Celeste

You having a crush on a girl was concerning enough, but it had to be her?

Really???

They always thought she was a stuck-up bitch

Plus, Junko thinks her makeup and outfit is trashy

Sorry, but she thinks you have no taste

You'll often hear her call her "vampire girl"

So finding out Celeste managed to draw you to her was deeply disturbing

They're on that immediately

They'll both spy on you when you're with her, making sure she's not manipulating you or ordering you around or whatever

Or Mukuro is watching while Junko whispers to her about how cringe is to watch

Celeste smiles at you a lot, and both girls can see that you've got it bad for her

This ain't good

The second you leave, they confront you

Mukuro tries to rationally explain her concerns while Junko just trashes Celeste

"Ugh, that was so cringe! C'mon (Name), out of all the girls you can crush on, it had to be vampire girl?! What do you see in her?!"

"Erm... I think what Junko means is that we're both concerned that Celestia doesn't return your fondness towards her. At all, actually."

This doesn't go very well, and you run back home and lock yourself in your room

Mukuro feels pretty bad about it, but Junko just tells her that you'll get over it

Except you don't

You still hang out with Celeste whenever you get the chance

Mukuro can't take you ignoring her anymore, so she convinces Junko to at least give Celeste a chance

"Ugh, fine! But this doesn't mean I have to like her, okay?!"

So they have a talk with you and you make up

Once you confess, they'll both talk to Celeste

She simply smiles at them, unfazed by their threatening demeanors

"Oh, you needn't worry. I have nothing but (Name)'s best interest at heart. He deserve nothing but the best, and I can promise that I will treat him as such. So you can wipe those scary looks off your faces now."

They're still not a fan of her attitude, but as long as she means what she says, they can handle it

Dealing with Kyoko

They don't have as much of an issue with Kyoko, but they're still not big on the idea of you dating her

Junko thinks she's weird, and Mukuro just doesn't trust her very much

So what do they do?

SPY

The two girls watch you as you're hanging out with her

Kyoko still kept her stoic expression, but she smiled a lot more when she was with you

She even took your hand and held it

When you parted ways, your sisters confronted her

"What problem could you two possibly have with Kyoko?"

"Umm, she's weird and clearly suspicious as hell!"

"Junko, please. (Name), we're just concerned that you may not get the attention you deserve from Kyoko. After all, as a detective, she's fairly busy."

And you didn't take that shit and booked it straight home

Despite your sisters' worries, they could both agree that Kyoko was genuine about her feelings

Even if she did have a tight schedule, she at least means what she says

So they talk to you and make things right

You'll confess your feelings to Kyoko, and your sisters have a little chat with her

Or rather, Kyoko did most of the talking

"I already guessed that neither of you trust me. You're right to worry. As the Ultimate Detective, I can be rather busy. But I can promise that I will never make (Name) feel neglected or unloved. He is my number one priority, and he will always come before my work."

Junko and Mukuro exchanged a look before finally accepting her

They're still leery about her, but they'll learn to trust her soon enough

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #platonic danganronpa x reader #junko enoshima x reader #mukuro ikusaba x reader #celestia ludenburg x reader #kyoko kirigiri x reader #kind of

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i'm obsessed with aki, like it's not even funny. I JUST NEED MORE OF HIM IN MY LIFE LAWD HAVE MERCY. would you happen to have a bit more information on the loml...? if not it's aight big love <33

YOU CAN ALWAYS ASK ME ABOUT HIM i'm so sorry it took so long to reply i have been so everywhere but i have been meaning to find like sketches and stuff i have around of him :)

collated a bunch of old sketches of his family!! aki was originally going to be a part of a big like. chinese-zodiac inspired thing and his family in particular were the snakes (he's got the character in his last name lol) and him and his siblings all got snake characteristics . there is however nothing new under the sun and even though i thought this was cool my friend was like "oh like fruits basket" and i shelved the idea LOL

in the end he just existed in a vaccum, i had nothing to do with him, before i dragged him out of there with the intention to drop him into a simpler slice-of-life story with a bunch of terrible postgrad students. that story mainly revolves around like.. biomed researchers basically?? aki would have been an ex-STEM student who dropped out because he didn't want to do medicine anymore, but kept in touch with his friends from the course (the other cast might eventually also be forced into IFs LOL)

more under the cut!

i eventually completely veered off the zodiac-course and kept his base design and turned those scales into tattoos! he's got more in infamous, but in this universe it's just those snakes winding around his arms!!!! infamous tattoos are kind of not set in stone cause i plan to add more (inspired by the bandmates) and the tattoos are supposed to be based off them!! there was no way he'd stop at just seven's initials, he has a little thing for all of them!!!! bc we're only really two chapters into infamous tho i just want more time to "know" the bandmates and then give more him more tats (i have been reading asks about them and trying to assign stuff LMFMFMFAOOO)

what he has and i consistently draw him w are seven's initials, the snakes (leftover design from the kind of concept he was based off of), lotuses/flowers (could change!! i'm thinking rn that he gets everyone's favorite flower/plant tattooed), wave designs (i'm praying someone's a water sign), and he's also got the opening notes of their first song that they played as a band :)

the original version of him is also based vaguely off a friend i made in uni who did hair/makeup and which i still think is so cool and gave him that !!!! more specifically he sort of dropped out of a good-asian-kid stem course to do this, which freaked his parents out when they realised he was just Leaving to go cut people's hair. aki's pretty great at it, and is lucky enough to work at a good stylist agency <3

kills it at karaoke with his friends in this universe too :) his genuine passion for working as a stylist and love for his job translates into music for infamous, which despite how "i'm-so-cool-and-chill-about-everything" he tries to seem, is his biggest worry. he really really wants to succeed and stick it to his parents, and can't imagine what else he'd ever do. music is all he has and really gets lost in songwriting/singing :)

his stage name akiya is also a reference to the word for abandoned/empty houses in rural areas in japan. they're cheap to buy, but cost a lot to repair and flip. this is a stealth dig at his parents lol but aki passes it off as a portmanteau of his first/last name: he is secretly emo like this </3

also their band name, snakebites, in general is like 1) "what's cool when we are 16 and making this band when we are in high school" and 2) the band's shared birth year being the year of the snake (2001/i'm projecting) (they're still like 25/26 which makes infamous oddly take place in the future for me, 2027ish???) and luckily i don't believe the year it takes place matters to anyone so i'm just going with it <3 don't think about it too hard this is deep lore that only makes sense to me

their fandom name also call themselves snakes, and they lean into this for their promo materials (each member gets a government assigned snake breed) LMFAO !! aki lightly thinks its cringe but it's not hurting anyone, so he just told maya that he thought the name was great LOLLLLL !!! they have a vaguely edgy image because of this (and because ya know. lots of drama surrounding seven leaving) even though they're much more an indie rock band (sounding more like hippo campus, yona yona weekenders, young the giant) with a reputation for being wholesome

there's also a fun game their fans like to play called "using aki's hair, what era of snakebites is this" LOL <3

i hope this was kind of understandable <3 thank you for letting me cry about my boy <3

#this is like. so much random facts and stuff BUT I HOPE ITS OK!!!!#i plan to develop him more WITH infamous lol #lots of preexisting bland ocs get thrown into the IF rodeo to get cooler so again some of this might be subject to change LOOLLLL #thank u for the ask again :) <3 #akihiro yasumi #my art

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inkdemonapologist · 8 months

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How do you feel about the upcoming DCTL graphic novel?

Cautiously optimistic!

When I first heard the rumours, before Adrienne’s announcement, I had pretty mixed feelings. My background is in comics, like that’s what I went to school for and worked on semi-professionally for years, and I love it as a storytelling medium, so I’m really intrigued to see how they handle the adaptation…and I also really, really don’t envy whoever has to make decisions on how to depict these characters.

But the announcement is encouraging! I haven’t kept up with Chris Hastings’ more recent work, but I remember enjoying Dr. McNinja back in the day, so I have to admit there’s something exciting about seeing a name I recognise and can be hopeful about to do a good job with the adaptation. Checking out the artist’s work, I’m gonna put a lot of my poker chips on “Sammy will look really normal actually,” but I don’t think that’s a dealbreaker – like, Dober’s Sammy is a big fav as far as Sammy designs go, and I think he’s a good example of how you can still get great Sammy vibes in a more conventionally attractive face. (though i also think there’s a chance of “the artist will lean fully into his unhinged vibes and make Sammy look like a batman villain” so wE’LL SEE!!) Genuinely, the artist’s portfolio seems well-suited to this. I would’ve pictured DCTL with a rougher, more indie look if you asked me to pick a fitting style, but I think this artist's slick Western-Comic-Book style with its strong spot blacks could be a REAL good fit for the inky vibes this story demands, and they don’t have the level of “sameface” that I’d usually be concerned about with these kinds of styles; there’s enough solid variation in their character art that I believe they can handle all the characters needed, and also do a cool ink demon.

DCTL does have some design questions that are genuinely pretty fraught, in that there's no perfect way to handle it (Norman’s a great example; do you take someone that 80% of the fandom has been drawing as a black man for years and make him canonically white, or do you present the Weirdo Creeping Around In The Shadows Who Mysteriously Gives The Protags Supernatural Info And Then Dies At The End And Nobody Misses Him as canonically a person of colour??? ROUGH CHOICE I DO NOT ENVY), but I'm still so curious to see designs for these guys, and my big hope is that the fandom will be understanding of the huge task the creators have been given and that this won't be regarded with the pressure of getting “The Official Canon Design That I'll Be Mad If It Josses My Interpretation” – like, getting an official Henry & non-old-man Joey in BatDR just felt like, y’know, seeing anyone in the fandom make a new set of designs. It feels like drawing fanart of the BatDR AU; it doesn’t mean my henry and joey designs are Obsolete. And I hope these designs are enjoyed from that perspective, as a new DCTL Comic AU, and that the fandom takes whatever we get as less THIS HAS TO MATCH MY PERCEPTION OF SAMMY B/C ITS THE OFFICIAL REAL SAMMY and more just, a take on a design for Sammy Lawrence.

Though of course I can’t help but be a little more anxious about Sammy specifically, haha. He is my big fav after all, and as embarrassing as he is in DCTL it has become a part of his story I’m quite attached to. A lot of humanity could be added to him or taken away depending on how he’s drawn… I don’t want to get my hopes up, but it’s hard not to hope that he’ll have Good Sammy Vibes that Resonate With Me Specifically.

And in general, my expectations are still tempered – the comic could certainly turn out to be very mediocre, especially depending on how well the artist is paid and how much time the creators can afford to put into it – but tbh I’m super interested in how this turns out. I can’t wait to see Joey in this style and it’ll be SURREAL to see a comic of like……. BatIM humans…… I’ve wanted sincere visual content about the humans for a long time and I’m stunned we’re actually getting it, so I’m feeling kinda cautiously eager!! I’m also curious if the comic will make an effort to preserve Buddy’s “voice” from the original novel, and how that will be handled – like, the whole book is really strongly framed as being written by Buddy, and that’s not just an incidental detail; it fleshes out his feelings about Dot, ambiguously gives us info on Boris without directly revealing the ending, and shapes the way he presents some moments as unreliable and time jumping strangely – he even talks about the frustration of not being able to just draw these things and having to describe them! (RELATABLE) – but at the same time, just filling a whole comic with tons of narration boxes is not usually a great artistic choice. It’s a really interesting challenge for the adaptation, and I’m curious if they’ll shift away from the framing device altogether or look for a balance to keep it.

Anyway TL;DR I’m keeping my expectations low but I’m really intrigued!! I don’t know if I’ll, like, actually acquire it; I usually don’t buy JDS Inc. stuff, but I feel more wibbly about the books in general b/c of how strongly I appreciate Adrienne Kress specifically, so we’ll see how I’m feeling when it comes out, haha.

#i know you have questions you always do #dctl graphic novel

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an-inky-fingered-lass · 4 months

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be the stillness of the moon

An alternate version of my fic, whistling static when the young learn to fly. Rated T.

Read on ao3.

He found her out on the porch, back against one of the cabin walls and one knee tugged to her chest.

Hunch proving true, Coulson snagged a familiar, heavy woolen blanket on his way out and eased the door open, letting it squeak just the slightest bit.

“Hey.”

May was staring off into the distance, the slope of her shoulders letting him know she’d heard and acknowledged his presence. She was still in pajamas, the soft, worn fabric not nearly warm enough for this kind of chill.

Phil made his way over carefully and settled down onto the wooden bench, noisy steps and his shoulders soft and easy. “May.”

“Wanted to see the sky.”

Her voice came out just below a murmur, but Coulson exhaled quietly -- relief and surprise both.

“One of those nights, huh.”

It took a long second, but she nodded. Coulson slouched comfortably, wedged his shoulder against the wooden slats of the cabin. Their cabin.

“How long’ve you been out here?” It was light, but the edge of concern appeared without his permission. It was alright.

May just shook her head.

She’d been off the last few days, snappish or a different sort of silent than usual. He’d kept an eye out but let her be, knowing she would bring whatever it was up if she needed to, and also that sometimes all he could do for her was give her the time and space she needed to deal in her own time, her own ways.

It had been months now, settling into this little cabin and building the kind of peacefulness he’d barely ever dared to imagine; enough time for him to recover his strength somewhat, for that barely perceptible air of tightly wound exhaustion that had surrounded May for years to begin to dissipate. They’d been able to start settling in, building the routines that they both, May especially, needed.

So much of it still felt new. They had thirty years between them, plenty of those spent living in close quarters and through the kind of hard years that taught you the most about a person, but it was still…different, when it was just their four walls; a smaller space, none of the responsibilities that had been a distraction and a stressor and a sanctuary all at once.

He’d gotten to hear May laugh, really laugh, for the first time in so long. He felt more like himself now than he had in years, settled and steady in his own mind and skin. They were still bound to have bad days. Always had, even back when they’d been barely more than kids, only beginning to learn what it would mean to live the life they’d chosen. May was still so used to shouldering everything on her own, and despite contrived appearances to the contrary, Phil actually sucked rather magnificently at the whole talking about it thing. They were working on it, like they were on everything else. It was still hard, sometimes.

“Wanna tell me what’s up?”

“You don’t have to stay,” May said quietly. “I’ll be fine in the morning.”

Okay, not an answer, but not a no, go away either. The fact that she wasn’t claiming to be fine now said…a lot.

“I’d like to, though.”

May blinked at him, genuinely surprised.

“If that’s okay?”

It took another moment, but she nodded. Phil tapped the blanket in his lap, drawing her attention to it, before he lifted it up, gave it a flap and wrapped it carefully around her shoulders. She had too many old injuries to be out in this kind of cold, and the weight would help. “You in pain?”

He saw her hesitate, falter. They’d had the be honest talk a few weeks ago, both of them equally as bad about powering through pain when they no longer needed to. It had taken May literally collapsing on her bad leg after pushing it for weeks for that to happen.

“Some,” May said finally, and Phil breathed out another little bit of worry. “Just stiff. I’ll take care of it later.”

Phil gave the blanket another pointed flick until she bundled herself up more securely, a little of the tension bleeding off her shoulders as she did. They had a few hot water bottles bundled up in one of the kitchen cupboards. He doubted she’d be up for a massage any time soon, but he could go dig those out in a bit, boil some water. As much as he wanted to, he knew better than to suggest going inside just yet.

The stars were bright, this far away from any light pollution. May loved it out here, despite the cold, the endless depth of the sky stretching on and on and on. Phil squinted habitually at his watch (he wasn’t wearing one) and then up at the moon, digging up rusty memories and figuring about three a.m., the angle of the waning crescent.

Pine was sweet in the air. It was still so easy to remember a world cracked apart. Phil swallowed against swelling relief, not for the first time, the reminder of more than he could have ever wished for.

May exhaled softly, letting something go. Phil took the cue and broke the silence, taking a leap.

“You went to see Robin and Polly today?”

May shook her head. “Didn’t go. Drove halfway there and turned around. I called Polly to apologize, made up some excuse, I don’t know.”

Oh. “You didn’t say anything.”

“Couldn’t.”

Phil took a slow breath, making sure he would sound the way he wanted to. “Daisy’s not upset with you, you know.”

There was a long, trembling pause. May’s voice was quiet, when she finally spoke. “She has every right to be. It was stupid of me to yell.”

Their pseudo-daughter (when had it gotten so easy to think of her like that?) was sound asleep in the little room off the hall (officially declared hers whenever she wanted it), here to stay with them the two weeks until Mack called her in to report for her new team’s first official mission. May had come home struggling, hiding it well enough that even he’d missed it at first, and it had been over…nothing, really. Daisy had stared after May’s retreating back with nothing but concern, reading the real reasons for her old mentor’s sudden lashing out in her rigid stride, the harsh lines of her back and shoulders. She knew May so much better than Phil thought either of them realized, these days.

He took another breath, still tempering his tone. “Stupid is the idea that you don’t deserve to be loved.”

May actually startled, turning around to stare at him with a look that tried its hardest to be a glare but fell quite a ways short. “I…what?”

Phil shrugged, keeping the movement gentle and easy despite the ache pulling tight in his chest. “C’mon, May. It’s not like I don’t have some idea of what’s going through your head. But it’s stupid. And I’ll keep saying so ‘til you believe me.”

“This isn’t about…” May closed her eyes with a growl, letting her head thud back against the paneled walls. “I don’t know how to do this, Phil.”

“Do what?”

“Live. Like this. Just be, I don’t know, a person. ”

“May…”

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” May turned to stare at him, implacable. “I’m not the person I want to be, not… I’m working on it, but it’s not worth it if I’m hurting you— if I’m hurting everyone along the way.”

Phil shook his head, bewildered. “Where is this coming from?”

May just shook her head.

“Is this about--”

“It’s not about anything,” May snapped. He just blinked at her. There’d been no real heat in it.

May shook her head and looked away, propping an elbow on her good knee and letting her shoulders slump, palm bracing her forehead. Phil could feel her retreating, slipping farther and farther away.

He sighed and scooted closer before he could think for too long about it, rubbing a hand softly up and down the length of her spine. May wasn’t tense, didn’t flinch. Phil exhaled softly.

“Hey.”

May leaned slowly against him, her head still bowed, and he shifted to better settle her weight against his shoulder, breathing gentle and steady.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

He shook his head, knowing she could feel it. “What’s eating at you?”

It’d been so long that the unspoken things just kind of spoke for themselves. May’s snappishness over the past few days hadn’t been the kind of snappish she got when she was pissed about something -- this sort of scattered lapse in control was the exact opposite of shutting down, of keeping everything contained the way she was wont to do. She was doing her best to let him in now because she was in a place to accept support without depending on it, because grounded and self-reliant when it came to emotional stability had always been May at her happiest.

The kind of trust in the trying had carried them through more hells than he could count. It’d been a constant in his life for so long. He’d never taken it for granted. It still meant the world.

She was on the side of the hand he could feel, and the blanket was soft under his palm as he rubbed careful circles over her back.

“I walked the perimeter,” May muttered at last, muffled. Phil just nodded. He’d noticed the mud earlier, caking her boots.

“Checked all the weapons, the locks, the go-bags. Just sat there taking the gun apart, putting it back together. I haven’t gotten like this since that stupid detail in the Alps, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Too stressed,” Phil offered softly. The frustration in May’s scoff came through loud and clear.

“With what. ”

They were opposites, in this respect. He needed time to unwind if he didn’t want to start losing his mind, always had been that way. That was why field command hadn’t bothered him, why Director would have always been a little bit miserable. The weight of it all, he’d learned a long time ago how to carry.

May could handle anything while she was in the middle of it, would take the weight of anything and somehow still manage to stay centered, steady. It was once things slowed down that she’d get wound tighter and tighter, frustration usually the first thing to break the dam. She’d never really thought that was a valid reason to struggle, either. May knew all of it, and still thought she ought to be better than all things that made her human.

“Too much, too soon?”

May scoffed harder.

“What happened today?”

“Nothing. That’s the point.”

Phil just waited.

May straightened a little, after a while, pulling away and scrubbing her hands over her face. She looked away for another long moment.

“Nothing happened. It's just me.” The anger there was a clear mask, now, something heavier underneath. Bitterness?

He stayed quiet long enough to be sure she wasn’t planning to say anything else just yet. “Kiddo loves you, Mel.”

May looked more tired than ever, looking back at him.

“She misses you, wants to spend time with you. There’s no version of that where it’s a bad thing.”

There was another long silence. Phil kept quiet until he felt the air start to unravel, the weight slowly dissipating. May grappled silently with herself, motionless at his side.

He could feel the moment she decided to speak. May didn’t look at him, the words just barely there.

“I see myself hurting her.” Pause. “You. Daisy.”

Phil made a soft sound before he could stop himself. May shook her head in response without looking up.

“I know. I know it’s just… there’s no meaning to it. It’s not… but I…

“There’s nothing to fight here,” May said softly, as close to helpless as she ever let herself sound. “Just…”

“Yourself,” Phil said softly.

May nodded. “And that’s what I wanted. I need that, need to deal with… but I’m no good to be around like this.”

“What if we want to, though?”

May just looked at him, frustrated and desolate. After a split second the look vanished; she was unreadable to him, for a moment, blank.

“May. There’s nothing you could do that would make us-- make me want you far away,” he said quietly, steady, and watched the mask begin to crack. “If you need some air, some time to yourself-- that’s different. But, May, nothing is going to make me want to give up on this. I don’t want anything more than to see you happy.”

He watched her swallow, struggle a second to speak and then decide against it.

“We need you,” he said gently, because he was trying to say, do you understand how much you are loved? and sometimes that was the version of it May understood best. “Me, Daisy. We all do. You are so loved, Melinda, you know that?”

May pressed the heels of her hands hard into her eyes for a second, dropping her hands back into her lap as she lifted her head to stare out at the night.

“I love you,” Phil said, and watched the tears well up, the way May closed her eyes tight. “Melinda, hey. Look at me?”

She did, finally, and he reached out to cup her cheek with the hand he could feel, wiping away the tears trickling down her face. May had been fighting this for so long, but now she just looked at him, unblinking and vulnerable, her hands folded together in her lap.

“You’re gonna be able to hear it without crying,” Phil said quietly. “Even on bad days. It’ll take time, probably, but we have time, okay?”

It hadn’t been a hard thing for her to say, the first time. She’d just waited for the right moment. None of that was a surprise, once he’d gotten his wits back enough to stop gaping in the hall like an idiot. He needed words, sometimes, to understand, so that was what she’d given him.

It was still different when it came to herself. It wasn’t hatred May carried for herself any more, hadn’t been for a while; there’d been a quiet morning and a good hike and in far fewer words she’d told him that much herself. It wasn’t quite peace yet, either, but in so many ways it was forgiveness. He’d watched her fight for it for years, these hard-won inches of kindness, had realized a while ago that that was something he still needed to learn for himself.

May’s strength had never begun or ended at her ability to beat people to a pulp. That had never been the part he was in awe of.

Thing is, strength has never been known to make anything any easier -- not unless you’re moving house with a grand piano. It’s just a promise you’ll make it through.

“It’s okay,” Phil said, steady. It wasn’t so gentle, this time. Melinda needed certainty almost always more than she ever needed gentleness; he’d never entirely gotten over the surprise of realizing that was something he could give her. “You’re not alone, alright? We’re here. We have time.”

They’d lived so many lives, so many years spent choosing the world over theirs. Years of sacrifice, years sacrificed. They were never getting any of that back, but this was still a gift. Nothing had ever felt so much like hope to him as it did to be able to say that so easily -- we have time.

May didn’t say a word, but she leaned forwards to press her forehead into his shoulder, one arm reaching out to hold on tight.

He held her until she stopped shaking, until her breathing settled back to steady.

After a long time, May pulled away, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. Eyes red, she managed to look disgruntled enough that Phil had to bite back a laugh.

“Lighter?” he suggested gently.

May grumbled. “Headache.”

She’d hated to cry since he’d known her. Claimed she had since she was a kid, that it always just left her feeling worse than before, wrung out. He’d said lighter because he could hear it, though, the edge of strain gone from the way she breathed whether or not she’d admit it. He would never manage to explain to her the relief it was, May allowing herself to unravel this far without so much of the old pain behind her eyes, him being able to just hold her without any terror gripping at his chest, so he didn’t try.

They sat there in silence for a few long, slow moments. Once the sense of ease had settled, Phil got to his feet, holding out a hand.

“Stars’ll be there tomorrow,” he said with a little grin, as May blinked up at him. “We need to sleep, Mel.”

May hesitated, but grabbed his hand. She didn’t wobble, as she stood up, but she didn’t quite succeed at hiding a wince, either. They wrapped arms around each other, familiar movements (except now they were just old, not recently injured), and made their way a little creakingly towards the door.

And paused, just inside the threshold.

A lamp was alight. Daisy’s dim outline was at the stove, but they could see her grin as she turned round at them, visibly chewing over potential remarks and discarding most of them.

“Morning,” she landed on, cheekily, and he heard May groan, struggling to extricate herself from her blanket and his steadying arm without the considerable indignity of toppling over.

“Why are you awake.”

“Were we too quiet?” Phil asked, grinning back at their girl.

“Mm-hm.”

May limped over towards the little counter and Daisy moved to meet her, holding out a mug and a hot water bottle. May accepted both.

“I’m sorry,” Phil heard her say, quietly, as he made his way over to sprawl over the couch. Daisy’s answering tone was soft, genuinely warm.

“S’all good, May. I know… but I think I know what you were trying to get at, maybe. We can talk about it later?”

May nodded. Phil smiled a little at the relief bleeding off her shoulders. She couldn’t exactly reciprocate, with both hands full of recently boiled liquid in various forms, but she leaned into it, when Daisy wrapped her in a brief hug. The look that passed between them said more than words ever could. Daisy’s smile was soft, as she pulled away, and that was that.

“AC?”

He grinned up at her as she came over, delivering another mug. Over at the counter, May braced herself against the scrubbed wood and took a sip from her own, looking up with one eyebrow raised.

“Bitter.”

From May, that was the highest compliment a mug (or a maker) of hot cocoa could receive. Daisy grinned over at her.

Phil took a sip in his turn, and wow. “Bitter,” he agreed. He figured he sounded only a little bit dismayed. He caught the pointed look May sent him. Not a little, then.

“Good.”

Daisy edged very obviously away, gathering up a mug of her own. “Uh. Don’t taste mine.”

May eyed her for a second. And lunged.

Daisy yelped, evading; May feinted neatly (Phil recognized the move and grinned) and wound up with two mugs in her hands, Daisy flailing. “May-- ”

They’d figured before that Daisy still couldn’t outclass May when it came down to raw speed, not in this case without quaking either her or the cocoa -- how that was still true given the amount of pain May’s stance said she was in, he didn’t know, but neither of them had spilled a drop. Phil just sighed. May took a sip.

“Daisy --”

“It’s just a little sugar-- ”

“This is not a little --”

“I’m young, my metabolism can handle it--”

“It’s the middle of the night--” May stopped. Glared. “Are you calling me old.”

“Nope!” Daisy said, as brightly as humanly possible. “Never! C’mon, it’s almost morning, mom, it’s like a once a year thing, we’re already up, you need to get warm, c’mon drink yours and gimmie!”

Mom. No one so much as blinked. May might have maybe handed over the mug with less grumbling than she otherwise would have. Maybe. Phil grinned to himself when he saw her scrub at her eyes behind Daisy’s back, just out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re coming on a run with me tomorrow.”

“Sure.” Daisy bundled towards her, herding towards the sofa. “First you need to get off your feet, sit, please, you’re freezing.”

They wound up all bundled up on the sofa together, sipping mugs of cocoa and tangled up in all the blankets in the house. Phil started telling stories, because there was cocoa and why not, dredging up some Daisy had never heard before and that May would have grumbled at, at length, on almost any other day.

Daisy’s ringing laughter filled every corner. The world closed in around them, just for a little while, a little circle of warmth, safety. Family.

May just listened, leaning against him again with Daisy’s head on her shoulder, eyes soft and content.

She was the only one of them who hadn’t gotten any sleep at all, but it was Daisy who dozed off first, her cheek still on May’s shoulder and no tension at all between her brows. May lifted her mug into the coffee table and slipped a pillow beneath her cheek but otherwise wouldn’t move, hands feather-light as they brushed a strand of Daisy’s hair gently out of her eyes. Her eyes were wet again, but she just looked at him, aching and steadfast in the darkness, the gentle light of a waxing moon.

They didn’t say a word. They didn’t have to.

They would all wake up the next morning groaning, lower backs yelling obscenities and Daisy’s neck stiff from being bent at a near-right angle for far too long. For the few hours of darkness remaining, they all slept peacefully.

May awoke with the first rays of sunlight, blinking her eyes open to find her family huddled comfortably around her, upturned faces washed in gold.

They were at peace, safe and warm. All of them bore ghosts in their shadows, stubborn and lingering; some things would still hurt, come morning. Light tumbled shyly through the window, growing in strength until it sprawled, defiant, into every corner of the room.

The day was going to be beautiful. May exhaled, soft and slow.

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