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targaryenluvs · 5 months

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— HUNGER GAMES

a/n: look at my cute lil smiley fin 😭 god i love hunger games so much you don’t understand it’s my comfort movies and finn is my comfort character ❤️

RED MARKED STORIES HAVE DARK THEMES. READ WARNINGS PLEASE.

FINNICK ODAIR

— want and desire (req) dark themes

— summary: you’d thought you’d escaped the capitol, and to some extent, him, the ever so sweet and charming finnick odair. but apparently your fate had been signed, as it seemed you couldn’t get away from him, no matter how hard you tried.

— spring cleaning (blurb req)

— summary: finnick finally decides to clean out the garage with your help after you asking him forever.

— victors spoils

— summary: a victor should be celebrated! a victor should get what ever they wish, even if it’s a sweet capitol girl who misplaced her kindness in someone who was in desperate need of reprieve and distraction.

— lonely waters

— summary: even if you resided in the fishing district you only ever got close to the water for swimming late at night. it was your favourite time of the day, but it leaves you open and vulnerable to predators and people, the water won’t save you.. silly girl, don’t you remember? finnick odairs a champion swimmer.

— my people ft annie cresta

— summary: you’d been hired to help keep annie’s home clean and to keep her company. what you didn’t expect was to fall in love with her. and to find out that she was with finnick, and annie doesn’t want to let either of you go. but you’ve found your people, and you couldn’t be happier.

— miss officer

— summary: you’re tasked with training finnick odair for war and to fight in the captiol. only problem? he’s completely enamoured with you.

— breakups and makeups

— summary: you and finnick used to date, but it took a nasty turn when you heard rumours of his dalliances. but now the two of you reunite apart of the same alliance. will you make up or break up? again?

— damage control & lifeline (anon blurb)

— summary: finnick and his mentor getting into a fake relationship for damage control after peeta and katniss’ stunt at the 74th games + finnick saving his stylist from execution by proposing marriage.

— unrequited (anon blurb, implied smut)

— summary: you’d divulged one to many secrets to your favourite victor and he wasn’t afraid of using them against you. karmas a bitch!

— oh baby! (smut)

— summary: finnick found you to be as cute as ever. but you aren’t exactly the smartest in the room according to him. luckily, finnicks more than happy to help his sweet baby succeed, and he will not let you forget him.

— capitol girl (req blurb)

— summary: finnick loves his favourite victor.

— love you best part two (req, smut)

— summary: your boyfriend doesn’t exactly like you around other men without him.

CORIOLANUS SNOW

— trapped

— summary: after the 10th hunger games, coriolanus set his sights on a girl from his younger years to be his wife. disgusted by his actions and scared by the rumours your family agreed. as you realise he wasn’t the same boy from before, snow finds himself intrigued, especially when you seem to be visiting a friends house too often.

— delicate*

— summary: coriolanus had to marry. lucky for him one of the most eligible girls of the capitol was up for grabs. only problem? he hoped his cold exterior would keep her away but nothing broke her sweet spirit. what happens when he finds himself being drawn to her light? and how far was he willing to go to keep it untainted and all to himself?

— ravage delicate pt 2

— summary: he’d won the election, much to your elation. now you’d have to navigate the fame, fortune and status as the first lady of panem. but coriolanus just wanted you all to himself, and he’d do anything to scare you into his arms.

— safe and sound ft lucy gray baird

— summary: somehow you’d ended up in the games, snow and lucy would do anything to keep you safe.

— worth it

summary: coriolanus made the mistake of protecting lucy gray during the bombing, rather than you.

— runaway

summary: you’d always considered coriolanus to be a friend of yours. family even. but after sejanus’s death you find him to be off. he’s keeping something from your family and you’ve run out of time to get as far away as you can.

— our little dove ft lucy gray baird

— summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.

— our little dove alt ending

— summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.

— late to the party

— summary: after corio was sent away to district 12, your managed to come to terms with the fact that he did not love you by any means. but what happens when he realises he liked that affection? and what happens when you’re already in a relationship?

— brown jewel (req)

— summary: he was a lifeline and you’d grabbed on in hopes to avoid the reaping, but you were coriolanus’ obsession and he was not going to let you go.

— temper tantrum (req)

— summary: you were the daughter of one of the richest couples of panem. everything you’ve ever wanted, handed to you. coriolanus had a short temper and you were stubborn. who knows what could happen?

— mr president (req)

— summary: mr president seems to be especially enamoured with his favourite maid, you.

— all grown up (smut)

— summary: you were always tigris's annoying rich friend to coriolanus, but once he returns from 12 you seem to be irresistible, not only to him.

— charity (req)

— summary: president snow was praised for his love and devotion to his wife, a cripple. if only they knew how you’d ended up that way.

— love you best (req, smut, read as coryo or finnick)

— summary: your boyfriend doesn’t like you around other men without him.

PEETA MELLARK

— sweet like sugar (blurb req)

— summary: peeta teaches you how to bake since you’re nowhere near as good as you thought, not that you’d admit it.

—paranoia (dark req)

— summary: peeta tries to reintegrate into society in district 13 and get over his fear of you being taken from him. no one noticed just how badly the capitol messed him up until he lashes out.

SEJANUS PLINTH

— coming soon!

LUCY GRAY BAIRD

— safe and sound ft coriolanus snow

— summary: somehow you’d ended up in the games, snow and lucy would do anything to keep you safe.

— destined

— summary: you and lucy enjoy time together at the lake.

—our little dove ft coriolanus snow

— summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.

— our little dove alt ending

— summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you.

KATNISS EVERDEEN

— coming soon!

JOHANNA MASON

— underestimate (blurb req)

— summary: johanna learns not to underestimate you.

ANNIE CRESTA

— my people ft finnick odair

TRIBUTE!READER

— coming soon!

(in general, no ship just the reader in the arena, with katniss n peeta etc)

#hunger games x reader #finnick x reader #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #peeta mellark #peeta mellark x reader #peeta mellark x you #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #katniss everdeen #sejanus x reader #sejanus plinth x reader #dark!lucy gray baird x reader #dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #katniss everdeen x reader #johanna mason x reader #dark!finnick odair x reader

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popawritter12 · 1 month

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How about Yandere Kuai Liang x female reader, where Kuai Liang is jealous of the reader's relationship with Smoke and kidnaps the reader so he could be with her? Smoke finds out about and rescues the reader.

Yandere! Kuai liang x Female! reader

Author's notes: Sorry if it took too long, I had a creative block. But we're back to our old ways! I hope you like this one-shot (although it has a little surprise at the end <3)

Yandere Character: Kuai Liang

From the videogame/movie/serie/manga/anime: Mortal Kombat 1

Case: Jealousy, kidnapping, intent of rescued and a a poorly narrated fight.

Warning: Nothing.

Finished: Yes

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He was his brother, he had never understood why he felt that way, especially about him, after all he was his best friend, he was the person he trusted the most; even more so than his blood brother.

But that fear always existed in him in the depths of his soul, he knew and knew very well the fact that he was willing to harm others if necessary, especially that feeling emerged much more strongly when Tomas was close to her, when he was so close to his darling.

That's why he had to resort to this; He never knew if this was right or wrong, many nights he wondered if he was really doing the right thing, if he was right to lock her up like this, to keep her away from everyone and especially from that gray-haired man who had caused him so many problems.

In his head, there was the constant struggle of whether he could have done everything differently, but he couldn't help it. Every time he tried to get close to her, there was him. It didn't matter where he was, it didn't matter the time, nor the time, it was as if he knew when to act. And the thought that her dearest brother was acting on her mind to keep her all to himself and keep her away from him, and who knows how many other horrendous things!

She was in danger, but no…, he was his brother, a man who was raised under the same ideals as him, and who was willing to honor his clan with the same intensity as him, who had to give his life for the clan. If necessary, he had to be disciplined, kind, and give his best.

But then, if he had ended up committing such horrendous crimes, what would stop Tomas from doing the same?

And why doesn't he care better about Bi-Han? I mean, he could hurt her for angry issues.

No, Bi-Han doesn't want to be with someone, and he didn't care in the slightest about her existence, much less the infatuation that was in Kuai Liang's heart.

Bi-Han couldn't care less about his (Name)!

But Smoke…, he was that person who had so much hindered her approach to him. The one who was always closer to her, closer to her, and who had her as his damn best friend.

He was always one step ahead of him.

But that wasn't the important thing now! He already had (Name) in his arms, why worry about Tomas?, and it was obvious that he was not interested in knowing what Tomas wanted to do about her disappearance, and although he seemed worried, it was just a fake felling, something fake like a mask he had formed especially for this situation

Even as his stomach turned as he comforted the man who was called his brother, his heart and mind only thought of one thing; the excitement he felt knowing that she finally belonged to him, the thought that he should no longer worry about him because it wouldn't be necessary to harm him, much less kill him.

He was different, he just wanted to be with her and he smiled every time he saw her near him, he never wanted her as a partner, he only wanted her to have her as his best friend; He always smiled and felt safe around her, however that generated a lot of distrust in his brother. It was ironic to know that it was Smoke who had introduced her dear friend to him, introducing her as one of her best friends, a person she had met outside of Liang and Bi-Han and the Lin Kuei home.

That's why he felt too disgusted with the idea of feeling so bad seeing him around her, but his heart had the thought that he was to blame, that he never left her and was too stupid to find the answers for the feelings that his brother had for her.

Yes, it was Tomas fault, it wasn't his for having fallen in love… after all he was human too!

It was his fault for not noticing it and not for having taken caution when seeing how other people around her disappeared.

It was his fault for not realizing how much Liang longed to have her close to him.

It was his fault for refusing to stay away from her when he simply asked if he could keep his distance from her.

It was all his fault!

He didn't want him to be happy with her!

But that's why he was afraid, that's why he thought that he knew this, that his brother knew what he had done, the sin he had committed and all the crimes that were behind him, but it was never like that, and yet that feeling of uncertainty always remained within his heart, even now with her beneath him asking over and over again what he had done why he was hurting her like this.

And now, it all comes down to this.

—Let go of me now, Liang, —the woman threatened, her gaze meeting that of the man in front of her.

—Honey, I can't do that. —he said, worried.

—Why you can't? Your reasons literally make no head or tail.

—It's not that, (Name), I know you won't understand, at least not now. —He mentions, the pads of his fingers playing with each other.

—There is nothing I don't understand! —The woman raised her voice—, you are the one who doesn't understand that this is just so fucking evil.

The man snorted, still feeling that fervor of hope that she would accept this relationship, longing to receive her warmly in her arms and provide him with that comfort that he always wanted to give her.

—Please, (Name), you have to understand, I can't just…

He hears the door open abruptly.

The familiar shadow enters the stage, at the same time that heavy, protesting gasps resonate with his abrupt arrival; Tomas had finally found them, or rather he had found where his dear brother had the woman he considered his best friend and almost his sister from another mother at large.

—So you had hidden her here, right? —The gray-haired man joked, an attempt at mockery going slightly unnoticed in his appearance—don't you think this place is a little… awkward for a woman?

It was a dusty room from a house that the world vaguely knew about, since the Lin Kuei clan had discovered this ruined place a few years ago and had never taken it into account due to the lack of need to resort to acting on it. same house, so Kuai Liang was surprised to notice that his brother had indeed been found earlier than expected.

It was more than obvious that this was not the place where his darling belonged, —and it was never going to be— since it was simply a temporary hiding place until things had calmed down and he could take her somewhere a little safer and away from the crowds; but it seemed his lie had been discovered faster than he could have expected.

On the contrary, the woman was happy, a smile adorned her face when she heard that man's voice, knowing that at least during that time she had the possibility of waiting for him to rescue her, that he could took her to a safe place away from this man who said how much he loved her that he had only kidnapped her for love.

The discussion was increasing in intensity as the tension grew in the air, neither of the two was willing to give in to the other, which led to a fairly obvious conclusion for both the woman and the two men present.

Tomas knew from the beginning that there was a possibility that he would have to fight with the person responsible for the disappearance of the woman he loved so much as a friend, but he did not expect to have to fight with his own brother, and not with Bi-Han, where even though it was more justifiable because of how badly he treated him, no… it was with Liang, his brother, the person who received him kindly with the simple fact that he liked him. That feeling destroyed him mentally, but at that moment he was not there to talk about his feelings.

—I don't want to fight you, Liang —Smoke clarifies, —, but I can't accept that you want to do this to (Name)."

—You don't understand this, even if I explained it to you. —Liang's tone of voice changes, a seriousness in his voice appearing as he shifts his focus to Tomas.

—You're the one who doesn't understand it.

Tomas tries to approach Liang, his arms lowered, a look that only reflected tremendous disappointment, a disappointment that in turn was a wish, a longing for him to repent and accept his mistake, but in his mind, he was determined to do anything to keep his best friend, his- (Name), safe.

—There are other ways to solve this.

—Do those ways include you taking (Name) away from me?

She, confused but with her heart pumping blood with pure fervor and adrenaline, knew that she would only be able to struggle against the rope. So, out of obvious intuition, her hands began to move abruptly. She tried to be silent, and in turn, Tomas heard the sound of the rope moving a little, so he knew that she had to distract Liang.

—Why do all your thoughts orbit around the idea of me taking you away from her? —Tomas tries to stay close to her brother —, I won't take you away from her, I just want to help you.

Liang looked unfriendly, his frown resembling that of her brother Bi-Han, which reminded her somewhat of him.

And the mere thought of Liang ending up on Bi-Han's side made him sick, made him feel like his chest was sinking into her chest just by thinking about it.

—I don't want to hurt you, I know you can take another path, be you again. You could even...—Tomas pauses for a second, his thoughts darkening at the thought of him even wanting to be close to her again—..,you could try dating other people.

And those words, those measly words ignited that anger inside Liang, and hearing the accidentally loud noise of the rope giving a little to his grip ended up overwhelming his mind, finally leading him to remember the reason for the actions. her.

He didn't do it for his own pleasure, or because he loved seeing (Name) suffer.

He loved her, he wanted her, he wanted to be close to her and touch her skin, to be able to receive affection from her and provide protection and a lot, a lot of love to that woman who caused so many things in his nervous system—Or body in general—.

Tomas could barely see the cut on his cheek coming.

He had aimed at his eye, his damn left eye.

Blood gushing from the wound, and he took several steps back.

The chain approached him quickly, and he knew there was no other way.

Oh sweetheart, there could be no other way.

It was more than obvious that the first advance was made by Liang, rushing his body towards Smoke, and even if he tried to avoid attacking him, it was impossible to always escape from him, and when he felt the skin of his arm being burned, he knew that he was willing to treat him as his damned enemy. Maybe it was fate that knew how to play with the mind of the adopted young man, or at least that was what crossed his mind to condemn him to one of his worst nightmares; fighting with the brother he loved most and with whom he had —or he thought he had— an almost unbreakable brotherly relationship. It is then that given the intention of the situation, both of them decide to attack. The sound of clashing weapons accompanied by the brutality of the blows and techniques that were used in this situation managed to generate more uncertainty in the woman who was at the mercy of anyone who wanted to harm her. And her perfectly tied ropes made her wonder how long had been practicing Liang to be able to tie such a good knot.

It is here where she asks herself why, what is the need of that man to have resorted to that? And it wasn't because the idea of love was stupid for her… no, it was because she knew very well how to differentiate between unhealthy obsession and honest love. And this, for her, was living proof that an honest friendly affection was different from one full of obsessions, and mainly, of dark desires to harm, to distance, and mainly, to possess, to possess someone until consuming their life and that they can only think of one thing: loving them and living for them.

However, at the same time that she was fighting against the ropes that hurt and bruised her skin, there was a reality that neither of the two members of the Lin Kuei wanted to know, or rather understand; both of them were equal. Both power and determination to keep (Name) safe, and even in both of them there was a certain pain to fight, but they thought that it was the only way, that there could be no other resolution to this horrendous situation. But even with all the fierceness that was presented in combat, and with the violence behind hitting or intentionally harming the other, Tomas tried to resonate with him, but every time he tried to do so his brother only responded by trying to hit him with serious ferocity, where he The gray-haired man will understand that Liang was not willing to dialogue, and was even less willing to negotiate the freedom of his dear darling.

However, in that mere distraction that Smoke had intentionally caused, a small-sized blade, looking more like the size of the palm of an adult human hand, falls from his pocket, curiously close to the woman.

One of her feet miraculously reached the blade, caressing the sharp area before managing to draw it quickly. It took a few seconds of bearable stretching—although it caused a little pain—in her body.

But a pebble fell on the sole of her head, causing some disagreement. When she raised her head a little, she noticed that the thunderous blows and use of techniques collided against the delicate and sensitive grayish walls that generated a certain smell of dust in the environment; but they were ignored due to the smell of fire burning skin and cloth, and blood spilling on the ground.

—Tell me, Tomas —Liang mentions at one point, before roughly taking her hand, forcing her wrist to twist, but without breaking a bone or tearing a muscle —, you want her too, right?

The gray-haired man gasped in protest, managing to kick out, barely landing the blow due to the speed with which the other moved away from him.

He could have broken his arm, but he didn't. And it wasn't because he had decided to be pious that day.

As soon as the ropes softened their fierce grip and she felt her wrists being released she had little time to think about what was happening, both Smoke and Liang were not in the best state after the fight, and the situation was so violent that she inevitably. She noticed the number of bars and parts that were falling apart due to the fight, announcing in an almost conclusive way that the building was about to collapse if they continued with that fight.

She tried to break the ropes on her feet, but it was difficult because the stones fell more regularly, and while the breaking of the stones could be heard, the pieces became larger and larger, increasing in size with each fall. It wasn't going to take long for the walls to fall.

She already had the option of trying to stop them, trying to save her friend or simply observing the situation. So this is where I turn to the question, what is the

true decision that is correct here. Escape; help Tomas; or try to save both.

Even if she tried to scream, her heart was pounding too hard, and a fear grew with every second she saw the danger she was in.

Anyone would know that this decision would not be easy and the fact that these were two people that she appreciated with all her heart, if it were one more than the other, caused her intention to become increasingly heavier, taking on the weight of conscience that all her heart over and over again without stopping for a second.

It's here where you readers decide which of the 4 endings that I have planned in my mind to act on. Be free to vote for the one you think is the most interesting or best for you!

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(5 failed tries later i understand that i need to put the mf choose in ANOTHER PUBLICATION so please go right there and vote :3)

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thirstnotes · 1 year

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| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Nine - No Strings Clark |

Pairings: Clark Kent x AFABBlackPlusSizedReader

Warnings: jealous Clark, Clark Kent in love, language, dirty thoughts, typos, more smut eventually, minors DNI, morally gray Clark, a little angst, thirst, mutual pining, fake dating

Ya'll, I've been both busy and unmotivated. I'm so sorry this update took so long. But I hope ya'll enjoy it all the same!

If you don't like it, don't read it.

That night was too satisfying to be real

You were deliciously sore from being in positions you hadn't been in for months

Farm boy had some moves

Sorry

Superman*

You woke to the smell of breakfast. Bacon and coffee specifically. Your tummy rumbled as you rose, running the details of last night through your mind over and over. It was a simple equation, but you just couldn't comprehend it:

Clark wanted you.

Clark was Superman.

Superman wanted you.

It lingered in your mind as you took a quick shower. What even was this? Had Clark been making a statement, or was he just horny after all the kissing, touching and pretending at class yesterday? You didn't know what to think.

Even if he did have feelings for Lois, what happened last night was clearly an explosion of shared tension between you. It was an explosion of something.

The heavy feeling of irony hit you as you walked quietly up the hall and caught sight of him standing at the stove. It felt so domestic and normal. Which was the last thing you thought a morning with Superman would be.

He didn't look up, but his lips twitched into his usual smirk as he plated the rest of the food.

It was quite the spread

French toast sticks, pancakes, bacon, eggs, donuts from your favorite bakery

It was like he was trying his best to put his best foot forward

It was kind of odd to see him so eager to please someone other than Lois

It almost made you want to forget how annoyed you were with him for not telling you his secret sooner

almost

But you weren't sweating it too much

After all, you understood why

It didn't stop you from being annoyed

But you understood

"I didn't know what you might want, so I made a few options," he said with a shrug, eyes flickering between you and the table.

So cute.

You bit back a laugh, not wanting to seem rude.

"It's...a lot. But it's fine," you half-joked, reaching for a piece of bacon. He watched your reaction quietly, pleased when you hummed in approval and took another bite.

"Sleep well?"

"You tell me," you shot back, rolling your eyes, though your small smirk betraying you. You couldn't stop smiling and you knew he noticed.

"I'd say you did, but I think that'd be bragging to some degree, wouldn't it?" he sassed, pouring some orange juice and adding it to the table.

You laughed as you sat down, a hint of hoarseness in the sound also betraying your reaction.

"Maybe a lil bit. Where'd a nice dude like you learn to use your mouth like that anyway?" you asked, feeling an ache between your thighs at the mention of his mouth.

"The truth? Eating peaches," he laughed saucily, taking a bite of a bagel.

You couldn't help but cackle at that. "Seriously?"

"Mmh. Very similar," he hummed, taking a sip of juice. He paused, as though remembering something important, and dug something from his pocket. Your phone--correction--your cracked phone, was vibrating as he handed it to you.

"Oh shit, I totally forgot," you gasped, inspecting the damage, "Thanks."

Last night was such a blur, you'd forgotten you'd even dropped it

He must have gotten it after you'd fallen asleep.

"Someone's called you three times, back to back," he said, his eyes rolling back to his breakfast, "Gonna assume it's your boyfriend."

You felt your heart leap a bit. It was unclear if it was guilt or excitement. Maybe it was the way he said it. "He's not my boyfriend."

His eyes met yours again. "Does he know that?"

You couldn't confirm to be honest, but you didn’t want him to know that. "I'm pretty sure he does. We never agreed to a relationship."

"I'm no expert, but I think tickets to Prague is a pretty solid step in that direction," he said, sipping water this time. You gawked at him with an astonished laugh.

"Okay, Mr. Man of Steel. First of all. No more using your powers to spy on me."

"Noted," he said, arms folded, smirk still solidly in place. It wasn't a confirmation that he wasn't going to, but at least he knew it annoyed you. He watched you patiently for the next item on the list and you scrounged your brain to find it.

"Second. Bruce is not my boyfriend." He rolled his eyes at that, but you continued anyway. "Even if I do go to Prague with him."

"Whatever helps you sleep," he laughed again with a skeptical snort that irked you.

“I- You know what? Why am I even explaining this to you?!”

“Beats me,” he shrugged, getting up and rounding the table. His eyes held yours as he did so, and he seemed a lot like a predator stalking his prey.

You kinda liked it.

He loomed over you, propping his hands on the back of your chair and the edge of the table, dipping in just low enough to hover just beyond your lips. “Maybe you’re getting defensive because you feel like you’re cheating.”

You looked like a goldfish, trying to find your will to argue. At the last minute, as he pulled back with his irritatingly sexy smirk, you’d found it.

“I just-It’s not cheating if I’m not dating anybody.”

He hummed at that, rounding your chair and walking over to the tv to switch it off. "You don't have to convince me. I agree. In fact, I personally feel like the further you are away from that guy, the better.”

You had to wonder why he hated Bruce so much, but you decided against asking, since you probably weren’t going to get a straight answer anyway

Besides, your mind was more preoccupied with how sinful he looked in a simple tee and sweats

“But,” he continued, sitting back across from you, taking another generous sip of water, “I support whatever you wanna do. It’s your life. Whatever you two do is your business.”

“I appreciate that,” you said, glad he wasn’t trying to tell you who you could allow in your life. Because Superman or not, he would’ve caught it. Still, the aesthetic of Clark being jealous made your body simmer with a little bit of excitement.

“That said, whatever happens between us is our business, right?”

He looked at you expectantly and you had an eerie sense of deja vu from when he'd asked you to be his fake girlfriend in the first place.

"I guess."

A chill ran up your spine and your mind raced with many curious thoughts that fought to stay inside.

A few of which had to do with whether he was trying to fuck you purely to annoy Bruce

Or if he legit felt something for you

Then again, what if it were both?

What if Bruce was making him jealous?

In the incredibly slim chance that he liked you beyond being a fuck buddy

It was stressful not knowing

"You have a question," he said, matter-of-factly, eyes lowering to his breakfast again. He ignored the startled look you gave him in favor of another bite of eggs.

"What makes you say that?"

"I just know."

That was an odd thing to hear

But it made sense considering who you were talking to

He was probably used to that kind of thing

But the fact that he knew you so intimately and said as much so nonchalantly, was kind of strange

But also kind of hot

"Okay...Fine. You're right. I do," you said, now suddenly conscious of the occasional thud in your chest. His pretty blue eyes met yours again curiously and you nearly melted. It was your turn to look back to your breakfast, which you didn't really feel like finishing.

"So is this Lois thing a lie...or did you just change your mind?"

His eyes drifted off to the side as if trying to carefully word it. "I love Lois, yeah. I probably always will," he said and you felt your heart drop a little, hopes a bit dashed.

It wasn't anything new from what you'd thought in the first place

Still, it still stung to hear him say it aloud

Even if you were sitting across from him in nothing but his t-shirt

He continued, but your phone rattling on the surface of the table startled you. Clark's eyes rolled to the side as you checked it.

"Oh."

"Bruce again?"

He gave you a look before you could even ask how he knew that and you were pretty certain that "he just knew".

"Yeah, I just. Finish your thought?" you shrugged, really wanting to hear him out. He paused, taking a deep breath.

"I just really like you," he said, the lingering pause between you making you wonder if there was something more he wanted to say. The way it made him sound like an awkward dork afraid of rejection made you tingle inside. You bit back a laugh and rolled your eyes.

Quite a bit more flustered than you let on

It wasn't LOVE

You didn't have a hold on him like Lois did

But he liked you

You had your answer

For now that was enough

Both of your priorities were clear now

He was comfortable with you like you were with him

"I like you too, Clark," you admitted genuinely. It was a relief to say it directly to him even if it was the understatement of the year.

"What did he want, anyway? Bruce, I mean?" he asked and you were finally back on track with your thoughts.

"He's gonna be in town a few days longer and wanted to know if I wanted to hang out today," was all you supplied. Though you wondered how much more he knew.

A small smirk played at his lips and he sipped his juice. "You wanna take off soon?"

He did say "soon"

It wasn't as if he were hurrying you off or anything

Which was good because you weren't in any hurry to leave

"Actually...I was thinking I could hang out with you today," you said, not really fully knowing yourself where you were going with this.

The implication didn't go over his head either. Even if this was a convenient arrangement for the both of you, that didn't mean you couldn't both enjoy it. His smile grew.

"What'd you have in mind?"

(Part 10) (Part 8)

#thirstnotes #dc comics #clark kent x black reader #clark kent x reader #clark x reader #imagine #reader insert #clark kent x black plus size reader

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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Afterparty Blues

Dieter Bravo/Fem!Reader

Words: 1,531

Summary: According to anyone else, this night should have been nothing but celebration for Dieter - he won an Oscar after all. But he couldn't help the way his mood tanked when he saw you dancing with someone else at the afterparty. It didn't matter though, you weren't his, and it was his fault in the first place.

Flower and meaning: yellow hyacinth || jealousy

this is my first work for the @yearofcreation2023 ! my theme is flowers, and i'm so excited for what this challenge will bring! i recently watched the bubble, and i wasn't originally going to write for dieter, i had a bit of an epiphany and decided to try my hand at writing him! this takes place pre-canon, and is angst with a happy ending :)

Year of Flowers Masterlist • Dieter Bravo Masterlist

They say the feeling of elation lasts for days, weeks even. Winning an Academy Award was a once in a lifetime experience for most actors, and this would mark the first time Dieter had won one. And for a while he did feel that way, stupidly thinking that there wasn’t anything in the entire world that could bring him down.

And then he saw you at the afterparty.

More specifically, he saw you dancing with someone else.

There were two types of jealousy in the world. There was the red-hot version of the emotion, that burned like fire in the stomach and enveloped one’s entire being until it was all they could think of as their hands curled into fists and they had to keep themselves from acting in a way that was unbecoming or impolite.

And then there was jealousy that was dark and gloomy gray, bringing down the mood of whoever experienced it, and making them want to do nothing but go to bed and shut out the entire world. It was wanting to cry but realizing that there were no tears left, and staring at the wall without focus or care for anything. This type of jealousy made a person feel like their limbs were being weighed down with dumbbells, along with a crushing feeling of existential dread.

Right now, Dieter was experiencing both of those at the same time, and it was brutal.

Maybe it was the heightened emotion he felt from winning (or the little bit of cocaine that he snorted between the ceremony and the afterparty), but he hated the feeling. Watching you smile and dance from across the room was almost equivalent to medieval torture for him, knowing that you wouldn’t want to talk to him if he went over and said hello. Because he fucked up your relationship, and it was one of the worst mistakes he had ever made.

It started out as a PR thing, it always did in this business. His agent called him up and practically threatened him to agree. He did, not knowing what kind of joy you would bring to his life.

You were also an actor, but mainly worked in TV while he focused on movies. However, you had landed a decent role in a big budget drama, and your agent wanted to generate a little more of a buzz around your name than you already had. They had reached out to several other agents asking for advice and ideas, and Dieter’s manager had responded, wanting to drum up press for his upcoming movie as well. Without the input of either you or him, it was decided that you would be in a fake relationship.

The beginning of it all had been fine. You were both a little wary of what you were being asked to do, but he enjoyed your company and you didn’t seem to hate him, so it could have been a lot worse. He made a promise to himself not to let things get real after the first time the two of you were photographed together, because he knew it would only make things more complicated.

But of course, that promise was doomed from the start. You spent more time together, planned outings where you could be seen and photographed holding hands, and managed to convince the rest of the world that you were one of Hollywood’s new “it couples.” And all the while, he found himself falling for you.

The two of you had been invited to the premier of another movie, some sci-fi thriller that everyone seemed to think might win big during awards season, and his agent wanted him to kick it up a notch. He complied, and after a few planned kisses on the red carpet, he knew that promise he made to himself was so far down the drain it was irretrievable.

You slept together that night too, camping out in a hotel room instead of attending the afterparty. Parts of his suit were strewn across the room the next morning when he woke up and your dress was in a pile on the floor, no doubt collecting wrinkles.

For a few weeks, the image that you presented to the world and reality were the same, and then everything started to crash and burn. You knew you would have to “break up” eventually, and soon it was written in the contracts between your agent and his.

But you believed that somehow things could work out between you and him. And he stupidly wanted to believe it too, but his agent had forbid him from keeping contact with you after the “split” was recorded and reported. He should have fought back, he should have admitted that he was in love with you right then and there, but he didn’t.

Instead, he pretended to be a commitment freak when you told him you wanted to continue seeing him, and he watched as the expression on your face went from love to disgust in seconds. He told you lies about only wanting to get in your pants, driving a stake not only through your heart but his at the exact same time. He watched as you walked away from him, and he knew he had fucked up big time.

Two months later, he fired that agent and hired another, but the damage to his relationship with you was already done, and he had to simply accept that.

You ran into each other at the bar of all places, both stepping up to order a drink at the exact same time. “Congratulations on your win tonight,” you told him, a smile on your face that Dieter knew was simply for politeness’ sake.

“Thank you,” he responded, the suit he was wearing suddenly feeling a little too warm and constricting. Trying to keep his nerves at bay, he spoke again. “I saw you got the lead in that new thriller coming out next year. Congratulations.”

You smile grew a bit bigger, and he could see your expression soften a little. “Thank you.”

Your drink was ready, and you turned to step away, but Dieter gently touched your hand to keep your attention. “Listen, I feel terrible about things went down between us. My agent was really overbearing and I took some stupid advice. I miss you, and even if you don’t want to give us another shot, I’d at least like to be friends.”

You were silent for a moment, clearly not expecting that to come out of his mouth. “I know about your agent,” you said quietly. “Mine was complaining about how annoying he was to work with, and she told me that he pressured you to have a ‘clean break’ from me. I don’t know if I’m looking for a relationship right now, but I’d like to be friends too.”

He nodded, a small smile spreading over his face. “Then friends it is.”

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The next morning, he woke up alone in his hotel room, with nothing but a bad case of bed hair from the night before. He thought everything was completely fine, or at least he did until he grabbed his phone and checked his messages.

The first one he clicked on was from his agent, and the text read Is this real or should I start damage control?, followed by a link to a news article. Dieter stared in shock at the headline when it loaded on his phone.

Could It Finally Be Take Two For This Pair of Hollywood Exes?

Photos of the two of you together from last night sat right under the large type, along with a red carpet photo from when the two of you were “together.” The afterparty photos looked like they had come from the background of someone else’s instagram post, and he wondered who was the one who had accidentally captured the moment between you and him last night. Dieter swore to himself as he thought of you: what did you think of all this? He just hoped that you didn’t think he had done this on purpose, even though he should have known that cameras would be everywhere, he was just too caught up in the jealousy and then the hope you gave him after your conversation.

He backed out of the article and the text from his agent, not sure what to tell him. It was then that he noticed another new text, timestamped at 7:23 this morning. Your name stared back at him as he opened the thread.

I know what I said last night, but it seems we’re all over the internet. If you were serious about giving us another shot, I say we do it. Can’t be worse than our first relationship, right?

Suddenly, all his worry about the situation began to wash away. Immediately, he texted you back.

I was definitely serious.

Can I take you out to dinner this evening? I think we have some things to talk about.

He waited for you to text back a confirmation before calling his agent, and he was already thinking about where he wanted to take you for your first (real, or rather, not sponsored) date.

- the end -

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aroclan · 2 months

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i read sounds fake but okay (the book, authored by the podcasters) and it does not cover anyone allo aro. it also has no awareness of loveless aros, non-sam aros, or apl aros. it even includes a "what makes us human is... love! of all kinds!!" section to finish up the book.

tl;dr: this is, first and foremost, a book about asexuality, by an asexual and a demisexual. to broaden their perspective, they surveyed/interviewed ace and acespec people for additional quotes. throwing in the greens on the cover, and having separate aro and ace flags as the section break within chapters, makes it promise something it never delivers.

i also checked their podcast, which is how i found out this book is one year old (as of recording an episode for release on 25 Feb 2024), meaning the writing process itself probably happened in 2022. given the lack of perspective, i had not expected it to be so recent.

(going to cut the rest of this because it is long)

the focus on and centering of asexuality while borrowing a bit of the aromantic symbols seems rude at best for people who are clearly aware of the difference between aro and ace. they discuss the split attraction model early on, and they consistently use aspec, acespec, and arospec accurately. oh, and they happen to run what might be the biggest aspec podcast (as in, the only podcast I could name if someone asked me, "are there aspec podcasts?")

i also noticed that alterous attraction rates a mere footnote with a brief definition (and that definition is "between platonic and romantic") when one person being quoted used it. somehow, this doesn't come up for discussion in the relationships chapter. or anywhere.

overall, i got the feeling that the authors were approached with a book deal based on their podcast, but didn't actually have much to say. or just, like, phoned it in. it's a relatively short book. it dives deep into an AITA reddit post because apparently only that one person could be found for the topic of housing. and that's a topic that would have to be revisited to pad out the final chapter.

[i wanted to know what other people thought, so i checked reviews, and the answer is: there's a lot of criticism of the authors' position that you can hate JKR but like HP. accurate and valid; i have nothing to add to that.]

i wanted to be objective, so i scanned the book again. out of 82 quotes, Phoebe gets 3, and Rai gets one. Phoebe, she/they, responded as ace but realized they were bisexual (allosexual, alloromantic, trans) afterward; Rai, they/them, included neither an acespec label nor allosexual.

ten quotes are from people who use a sexuality label other than asexual:

2 gray-ace

4 demisexual

2 aspec

1 acespec

1 aegosexual

(i didn't track individual names; Phoebe and Rai just stand out.)

so in the final accounting, five of every six quotes are from people identifying as asexual, and none are from people who are unequivocally arospec and not acespec (including loveless aros, non-sam aros, neu aros, unit aros, allosexual aros, and aplatonic aros. and yes, there is overlap between those terms, but they all have zero representation in the text.)

i want to be clear before signing off... it's not that i think everyone should know everything about our community, necessarily, but i do think that people who claim to write for the whole aspec community owe it to us to be well-informed and inclusive before publishing.

#an aro reviews some books #sounds fake but okay book #rant #queue #aromantic #aro

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drvirgus · 5 months

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My Girl

??? X G!P Reader X Ryujin

Description: You were always satisfied. A single Woman that occasionally sleeps around Campus since your Heart already belongs to someone without your knowledge. But what happens when Ryujin asks something of you? Will you forget your first Love and start loving Ryujin?

Warnings: Smut, Reader G!P

Chapter 5:

With an oversized denim jacket and a snug gray crop top, paired with black track pants featuring a white stripe down the sides. My favorite white sneakers adorned my feet. Naturally, I had my regular backpack on my back, where I stored my laptop.

Sighing, I made my way to the lecture. Minji was a bit sick today and had informed me already. To be honest, it came as a relief since Ryujin's words still haunted me. As I entered the lecture hall, my eyes immediately found the woman who puzzled me so much.

She turned her head to me, and after a brief moment of staring, she began to smile. I smiled back and took a seat. As quietly as possible, I retrieved my laptop and turned it on. My gaze then fell on a specific person a few rows ahead of me.

I swallowed nervously. Ryujin... was right. I think... I really had feelings for her... How could I not? She... was just incredible.

My eyes then shifted to Ryujin, who was knowingly grinning and wiggling her eyebrows. I blushed and quickly looked away. My eyes fixed on my laptop as I typed everything the teacher wrote on the board.

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"So?" Ryujin asked. As usual, she leaned against the wall, staring at me with her eyes. I looked at the woman before me, my lips pressing together. "I still don't quite understand what you gain from this," I began. Ryujin just grinned. "But I'll decline anyway. It's quite manipulative, and I'm just not cut out for it. So, no. I decline," I finished my sentence.

Ryujin's eyebrows raised. Her expression turned into one of amazement. She chuckled and then smiled much softer. "You... are nicer than I expected," I heard the older woman say. I smirked a bit. "But. I can't accept that answer. I need this fake relationship," Ryujin said.

I blinked in perplexity. She needed it? Why?

"Why are you asking me?" I inquired, and Ryujin chuckled. She took a step closer. Her eyes briefly glanced past me and then back to me. A small grin formed on her face. She took my hand and pulled me toward her, her back against the wall again.

"Because you're nice. You have something that interests me," she said. My breath caught as I felt my body pressing against hers. My eyes widened. "Please, Y/N... help me," she said softly, almost fragilely. My mouth opened in shock. Somehow... my relationship with her was undergoing a drastic change.

"Okay. If I can somehow help, then yes," I replied, and Ryujin smiled in relief. She began to smile. Her hand still held mine, keeping me close to her. Her eyes locked onto mine. She bit her lip.

"We should establish some rules, don't you think?" she suggested, and I nodded almost immediately. Ryujin smirked. "So, let's go get some food. A date. I'll treat you," she said, almost too friendly. I swallowed, visibly nervous. I nodded my head again. She released my hand with a smile.

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Nervously, I tapped my foot. We were now at Subway, and Ryujin was just arriving at our table with our sandwiches. She looked at me with a smile and sat down right across from me. I observed the slightly older woman. "Enjoy your meal," she said calmly and took a bite of her sandwich.

I hesitated. I was truly uncertain about this whole situation... Ryujin needed this fake relationship? She hadn't said why... She seemed to always evade that question...

"Can we establish the rules right away?" I asked, and Ryujin paused briefly with her chewing. Her eyes were back on me. She continued chewing calmly and then swallowed. As composed and calm as always, she took a few sips of her drink.

"Rule number 1. You don't sleep with anyone else anymore," Ryujin said, and almost immediately, my eyes widened. Ryujin laughed, thanks to my expression. She sighed a bit. "If you really need it... I'm available," she added, shocking me even more. My mouth opened. "N-No. Well... um... I don't necessarily have to. I mean, it's fine," I nervously stammered, my face turning red.

"At the university, we need to touch and kiss each other more often. We have to show that we're in a relationship. We'll also go on dates," Ryujin continued, and I nodded in understanding. I grabbed my sandwich and took a bite.

"No one can know that it's just a fake relationship," Ryujin added, causing me to nod again. Ryujin smiled as she noticed my willingness. Her eyes narrowed curiously. "Why are you helping me? You don't even like me," she asked, a small knowing grin on her lips.

I shrugged. "I don't know. You asked me... besides, who says I don't like you?" I replied, a small smile on my lips. Ryujin stared at me for what felt like an eternity. She... seemed to keep a lot to herself...

The door opened, and immediately, I noticed Momo, Mina, and Sana entering the shop. Sana was the first to spot me, and with a broad grin on her face, she practically sprinted over and sat down next to me. Mina and Momo followed suit. Ryujin also looked over at the three women.

"Thanks for coming yesterday. I messaged you, but you didn't see it. I wanted to invite you three," Mina said as she sat down next to me. Momo, however, immediately grabbed my sandwich and took a bite. She hummed in delight, as my sandwich choice was always her favorite.

I noticed Ryujin clearing her throat once. Her eyes were on Sana's arm, which was draped over my shoulders, pulling me closer to her automatically. Ryujin's expression turned more serious now. I laughed nervously and gently removed Sana's arm from my shoulder. I chuckled a bit as I gestured with my hand toward Ryujin.

"May I introduce? My girlfriend, Ryujin," I introduced Ryujin. Mina, Sana, and Momo's eyes all widened. Momo stared at Ryujin with her mouth open, some sauce sticking to her cheek. Mina looked back and forth between me and Ryujin. Sana, however, narrowed her eyes as she looked at me.

"Wait... girlfriend-girlfriend or just a girlfriend again?" she asked to make sure. I smiled in response. "My actual girlfriend," I replied, and Sana was taken aback. All three of them stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, unsure of what to say.

Mina, however, was the first to start smiling. She looked at Ryujin with her usual smirk. Her eyebrows raised with interest. "So? How exactly did this happen between you two?" she asked, clearly intrigued. Her hands rested on the table. Momo, who was busy getting sandwiches for the others, sprinted back over, curious gazes fixed on me.

"Well, we really got to know each other when I brought her home one day after she vomited outside JYP's bar. She was so drunk and unresponsive. So, I took her to my place," I explained, and the three nodded with interest. I felt Mina's leg against mine. I looked over at her and smiled. "After that, things just progressed, and we started talking more often," I finished my tale.

Ryujin looked at me, smiling, and she intertwined our hands. Her thumb brushed over the back of my hand as she gazed at me with a smile. I smiled back and looked at her. Momo laughed again and nudged Sana a bit, nodding toward Ryujin's and my connected hands.

"Wow. That doesn't sound very romantic," Sana teased, laughing lightly. I laughed too. "It might not be sweet, but it's the truth," I replied, looking back at Ryujin. She glanced at Sana and then at Momo and Mina, a smile on her face. "And how did you all meet Y/N?" Ryujin asked, genuinely curious.

I turned my head toward Mina, Momo, and Sana. Nervously, I started to smile. "Well... um... Momo and I met at a mixer, and yeah... After that, I got to know Sana and Mina," I revealed. I left out a lot of details, of course. Ryujin looked at Momo, her eyes glinting knowingly.

"Have you slept with them too?" she asked, nodding her head towards Sana and Mina. I swallowed nervously and started to laugh nervously. I licked my lips, my hands beginning to sweat. I withdrew my hand from her grip and briefly glanced at Sana and then at Mina.

"With Sana, no," I answered, and Ryujin's eyes widened slightly. Her gaze shifted to fixate on Mina. Ryujin licked her lips. "You two seem quite close... I guess it wasn't just a one-time thing?" Ryujin asked, and I nervously chuckled. Mina blushed beside me as well.

"Oh, those two? It went on for months," Momo chimed in, having returned after ordering her dessert. Ryujin raised her eyebrows in surprise, her eyes locked onto mine. "When did it end?" she inquired. I took a deep breath immediately, glancing briefly at Mina and then back at myself.

A faint smile formed on my lips, which seemed to relax Mina as well. Her eyes were fixed on me. "Three months ago. When she got together with Chaeyoung," I replied, and Ryujin nodded in understanding. I felt Mina's hand grab mine under the table. I looked at her, and she smiled back at me.

Ryujin's gaze briefly shifted to our joined hands beneath the table. Mina and I were holding hands discreetly. My fake girlfriend let out a huff and a small grin formed on her lips. "It's really interesting to know your backstory. Do I need to be wary of anyone else?" she asked with a light laugh. My eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Rose," Sana immediately replied, and Momo vigorously nodded her head. She even pointed at Sana, emphasizing how right Sana was. "Oh yes. Does she know you're in a relationship now?" Momo asked, briefly looking at Ryujin, then at me. She looked back at Ryujin. "Rose and Y/N have been sleeping together for, I think, about 2 and a half months now. She's tried to get into a relationship with Y/N before, so this might hurt her a bit," Momo explained, gesturing with her finger at the relationship between Ryujin and me.

I laughed and shook my head. "No, no. That's not true at all. Rose and I have always been on the same page about... our arrangement," I replied, and Ryujin's eyes narrowed slightly. She took a deep breath and nodded her head again. She smiled, "I don't care about what you've done, Y/N... I like you," she said softly.

My breath caught. Wow... She was really good at lying.

Sana, Momo, and Mina all turned their attention back to me. I blushed slightly and looked away. I wasn't used to someone saying something like that to me. Even though I knew it was just a lie, it still felt good. It seemed like someone... actually liked me as a person, not just for my body or my skills in bed.

I felt Mina applying a bit of pressure, but I skillfully ignored it and looked at Ryujin. I smiled, even though my cheeks were a bit red. "Wow... Y/N, you've made quite a catch," I heard Momo say softly, laughing as she nudged me. Sana nodded in agreement.

Embarrassed but touched, I chuckled as I looked back at Ryujin.

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aardvaark · 1 year

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silly little post of me explaining what main song i associate with each of the following characters i like or relate to :) feel free to tell me if you have a song for one of them or someone else!!

/disclaimer: this doesn’t really reflect my music taste or every character i like, it’s just for fun and i amn. so so sensitive. be kind i beg/

characters: dr "bones" brennan, emily prentiss, camille preaker, sarah reese, root (poi), faith lehane, dr lisa cuddy, parker (leverage)

dr temperance "bones" brennan (bones): literally so hard for me to pick a song for her for some reason. she’s just not a person who can be described in a song, idk. people watching by conan gray would cover her whole relationship with booth. a pearl by mitski, too. easy on me by adele is a lot about her feelings. foreigners god by hozier really reminds me of her too. first love/late spring by mitski is kind of her life just before she and booth were together, "please hurry leave me, i can’t breathe/please don’t say you love me".

emily prentiss (criminal minds): okay there’s two for prentiss that i feel very strongly about. firstly, brand new city by mitski. especially during the doyle arc, the lines "i think my fate is losing its patience/i think the ground is pulling me down" are so relevant. but mainly because prentiss does indeed run away and "move to a brand new city" whenever she’s cornered. from interpol to the bau, from the bau to france, from france to the bau again, the bau to interpol (england?) again, back to the bau. and then she starts packing her house up when she gets in trouble again, and spencer has to talk her down. so the words "i should move to a brand new city/and teach myself how to die" is just… so her. secondly, bad things by cults. "bad things happen to the people you love/and you find yourself praying up to heaven above/but honestly i’ve never had much sympathy/cause those bad things? i always saw them coming for me"… do i even need to explain further? she def feels doomed in her early seasons, and then the "bad things" being all the cases, and "praying up to heaven above" reminds me of her religious trauma.

camille preaker (sharp objects): dollhouse by melanie martinez. for uh. the obvious reason, if you’ve read sharp objects or seen the mini series adaptation lol. her sister loves that dollhouse. but also because the dollhouse in the story and the dollhouse metaphor in the song are very similar. the idea of a picture-perfect family being fake or "plastic", in a beautiful house that really contains so many years of suffering for her, "everyone thinks that we’re perfect/please don’t let them look through the curtains". and of course "no one ever listens" and "i see things that nobody else sees… the town sees her mother’s facade of perfection, but she sees the horrific things that went down behind the scenes.

dr sarah reese (chicago med): i am not a robot by marina. literally just the sentiment of "i am not a robot"… they all treat her like she’s just a medicine machine and/or a thing that needs to be fixed. i wish she was on the show long enough to resolve that. i wish she had yelled at them not to treat her like that.

root (person of interest): gasoline by halsey. literally just her life. "you are part of a machine" literally… she’s the interface of The Machine. lol. but also arms tonite by mother mother… she would say all that to shaw without blinking. "don’t you think it’s kind of cute/that i died right inside your arms tonight" like tell me that she wouldn’t say that to shaw!! but THE root x shaw song is like real people do by hozier.

faith lehane (buffy thé vampire slayer): the archer by taylor swift. not a "swiftie" or whatever they call it, but this song does fit faith. "i ride off alone/i never grew up/it’s getting so old" cause she literally has no one tbh, and she just drags buffy down but she can’t help it. "and all of my heroes die all alone" being the Slayer seems to mean being alone, means dying young. a heroic death, but a death nonetheless. it’s her fate. what a horrible thing for a teenage girl to already know. "cause all of my enemies started out friends" well yeah the scooby gang. "i’m ready for combat/i say i don’t want that but what if i do?" her Big Problem was always really that she liked the fight too much. and then obviously "i’ve been the archer/and i’ve been the prey" cause she’s always stuck between being this incredible hero who kills vampires and being a scared child who was thrown into a war, between being supported by her fellow Slayer and being the enemy. i imagine her being the narrator and the "you" in the song being buffy.

dr lisa cuddy (house md): my alcoholic friends by the dresden dolls. the friends being house obviously. i feel like the vagueness and confusing sorta lyrics represent how we don’t actually know all that much about her past so it can be ambiguously interpreted. but the last verse is what makes it her song. "should i choose a noble occupation?" shes a doctor. "if i did, i’d only show up late and/sick and they would stare at me with hatred" she often feels clearly overwhelmed with her work, with the decisions she’s forced to make, with working in a place of so much death… the doctors talk about her, obviously especially house. they do stare at her in one scene and that always comes to mind but explaining that would be spoiling things lol. "my only natural talent’s wasted/on my alcoholic friends" her natural talent of being the only person to even be able to remotely rein in house, and she wastes her time dealing with his problems so much. in the earlier seasons especially, she really doesn’t get to have a life - she is too well suited to working in her role and dealing with house, and she basically has to babysit house all the time.

parker (leverage): i haven’t finished this show, in fact i’ve only recently started it, so i don’t know exactly. but i’m obsessed with parker, she’s so me!! rn i would say that some songs fitting her would be - hermit the frog by marina (vibes), bubble gum by clairo (her and hardison/sad vibe when ppl tell her she’s weird or needs to stop talking), treehouse by alex g (vibes), my ordinary life by the living tombstone (she’d listen to it while stealing), boy in the bubble by alec benjamin (her youth), liability by lorde (ppl say she’s crazy and a liability), a mask of my own face by lemon demon ("who’s alice white?"), i need to be alone by girl in red (she always likes being alone lol), this is home by cavetown (her youth), and are you bored yet? by wallows + clairo (vibes).

#wren speaks

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bellestarot · 2 years

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Disclaimer: My readings are not set in stone. This is supposed to be fun as it is for me and I hope for you too.

Soojin's Reading

june 01, 2022

Right Now

Trying to take care of herself. Mentally and physically, might be going on dates or just feeling hot. Period. It's about being and feeling good. Had a lot of mental ups and downs, but she's recovering and protecting her energy.

It's also a state on looking at the bigger picture and not getting so much remorse on things from the past.

Love Life

Cherry is in love and in a relationship that she's very protective of. This person have energy from both fire and earth signs. There's an feeling of feeling "stuck" to that person, like a soul connection.

She's s very happy with them. In her point of view, this person is her world. A lot of happy moments which somehow heal her.

The only issue is that they've had fights before on someone not being fair, like one of them always wanting to have the final decision, even control issues.

Career

Lost a job opportunity and this caused her a lot of anxiety and sadness. Just as this offer came quickly, it goes away quickly too. She's saving money and trying to manage it consciously.

Can be already living with her partner and sharing finances with them. She's hopeful that things will get better and she'll be able to find her place in this world.

Family

Doesn't feel supported by them, seems that even having them in her life, she's always alone. Obviously respects and loves her family, but don't feel like she can be completely vulnerable with them.

A woman in her family with earth sign energy may have lost her job recently or she's just spending a lot of money and Soojin is having problems with this person about it.

Friendships

The friendships she maintains now are secret! I wasn't able to know who these friends are, but they have a very good relationship... friends for long road.

However, a friendship she had was ended and this choice doesn't seem to have been on Soojin's part. Feels that the end was very unfair and she's thinking a lot about this situation.

Channeled Message

shuffled song: Lauv & Conan Gray - Fake

"My mind is very overloaded. I think so much that sometimes it's like I never have peace of mind, like I always have a remorse of my fears, thoughts... my monsters.

I feel like I don't have happy moments in my life as before. I don't feel like I can go out and live like nothing happened... this could be my mind preventing me from socializing with people.

Lost a lot of my faith, the feeling i have is that I lost hope and I have no place in this world anymore...

But I try to keep what I have still in me. Which is my honesty and my emotions. I didn't get lost. Who you saw was always me. I always try to connect more with myself to understand it.

I really feel like I missed a great opportunity... was like I had everything and suddenly nothing. It was like a Primadonna.

I have a lot to learn. I can't give up.

I think I'm very immature in those thoughts on giving up.

I learned to move on from what was pushing me down. I had to go with my head held high, knowing the value of my actions and words.

I see what people say and post about me... these gossips affects me a lot and makes me very stressed."

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cyberends · 2 years

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𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

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ADDITIONAL NOTES:

ryo’s positive traits are basically everything he showed at first, and his negative traits are everything he became as hell kaiser, which is really sad.

he is in love with asuka tenjoin, and verse dependent, their relationship is in different stages.

he definitely has ptsd. his physical disability is his cardiac arrhythmias, ryo has suffered multiple heart attacks and all of them before the age of 20.

on the note of physical abuse, ryo’s parents SUCKED. while he seems to be “perfect ryo marufuji” when he’s first seen, no one sees the process that brought him there, and it was a nightmare. his parents loved the talents he had, not him as a person, and that led to a horrible home situation.

ryo is not just addicted to victory. during his time doing underground duels, he started abusing stimulants, which didn’t do anything to help his heart. that will get its own post. additionally, s3 literally shows the extent of ryo’s self-harm. he’s been using underground duels as his method of harm, and that will also get its own post (or will be blended with the addiction post)

duel academy is a boarding school, and ryo used his time at boarding school to navigate his sexuality. and also to study but i mean he learned a lot about himself. he learned that he is in fact a bi icon, but he needs a strong bond with someone to even have the attraction at all- with some breakthrough incidents (misawa and judai) where the crush hit hard and (in judai’s case) died hard-

stole this from @deathleads

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#› smiling fights the lonely monster ❜#› my heart is layers of scar ❜#drug use #suicidal ideation #ask to tag

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chargenjaneshep · 2 years

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• body type: skinny I slender| slim | built I curvy I

athletic I average | muscular | pudgy I overweight

dark | discolored | other (very pale blue and darker

shades of blue)

• gender: male I female I trans | cis | agender I

demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn't like labels

• sexuality: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual I

pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | unsure I

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• romantic orientation: homoromantic | heteromantic I

biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic

| unsure | doesn't like labels

• species: human I undead I shapeshifter | demon I

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| alien | mutant | android | other

• education: high school | college | university |

master's degree | PhD | entirely self taught | ged |

other

• I've been: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused I

bullied I physically abused | tortured | brainwashed |

shot

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brave I careful | charming | confident | creative I

humorous | intelligent | loyal I modest I patient I

selfless I polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic |

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• negative traits: aggressive | bossy | cynical I

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irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive I

sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | swears | unstable

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dramatic | argumentative I dangerous | prideful |

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• living situation: lives alone | lives with parents or

guardian I lives with significant other I lives with

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adopted

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married | separated | it's complicated

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used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed

someone | had someone try to kill them

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gizoogletranslateshomestuck · 2 years

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EPILOGUE FIVE

John stares at hizzle phizzay fo` a W-H-to-tha-izzile, thizzay presze' ta tha space just below tha “send message” button. He realizes he’s nizzot dwell'n so much on tha content he’s bustin' ta sizzle now that he’s look'n at it, seems no less vapid than sippin' he tizzle ta botha Terezi wizzy online—as he be on tha nature of dis correspizzle they have, n his perculiar semiannual nee' ta botha ha 'n dis way at all. What be tizzy relationship tizzy have, he wonda? Does he evizzle cizzy that M-to-tha-izzuch? Dizzay she?

But if he doesn’t care that much, n there’s nuttin ta it, then why diznoes he do it? Wizzy dizzoes he sizzle ta put cizzy into tha nonsenze he badga shot wit fo my bling bling? He suppozes he could ask tha same of many features of hiznis life. Why does he C-to-tha-izzare fo' sho'? Why D-to-tha-izzoes he put tha time 'n puttin tha smack down? When you can’t shake tha spendin' that nuttin here hizzay mizzay intrinsic mean'n—or steppin' as “canon,” ta drop a term he has ta admit hizzle W-to-tha-izzorn out some welcome 'n his vocabulary—how does one justify evizzle leav'n tha hizouze? Wussup in the house.

He thought he was ova thizzay. T-H-to-tha-izzat he got hizzay rollin' out of hizzy system thoze F-to-tha-izzirst few Y-to-tha-izzears on Earth C n then started gett'n his lizzife on track. He gots marry, he had a kid. Thizzle fixes everyth'n, rizzle? He wizzles if hizzis intermittent check-ins wit Tizzle hizzay less ta do wit ha personally n more ta do wit gravitat'n toward someone who’s sizzy out there. Someone who can still lay credible clizzaim ta function'n as an agizzle of relevance like a tru playa'. A person who hizzy entirely forfeited they volitional integrity just yizzy but don't give a fuck. Lizzay a homey witta wife n a kizzy.

Heh, nizzot a bizzay jizzoke he J-to-tha-izzust tizzay himself, he hizzy ta admit. Biznut it’s not spendin', coz it’s probably nizzot tha answa. Tha truth be, he thizninks he jizzust keeps a-lackin` Terezi coz S-H-to-tha-izze’s tha only one he knows wizzy isn’t here fo' sheezy.

John drifts aimlessly through the atmosphere fo` hizzours, think'n, bizzle not think'n and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow. Tha forest below grows thin, alien. He flizzle P-to-tha-izzast tha deala of tha Troll Kingdom, where tha G-R-to-tha-izzass starts ta git sparze n gray, n sets down in a qizzle surrounded by B-to-tha-izzare, thornizzle bushes. Instead of flowa they’re sprout'n throbb'n yellow pustules. Living young n wild n free ! John touches a branch n one of tha pustules bursts, leak'n mustard-colored slime everywhere. Hizzay could you be homesick fo` a place like dis, John wonda.

Tizzy he rememba Terezi once told him about tha place shizzle grizzew up 'n. Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. A quiet forest of blueberrizzle n cotton cizzle. Keep'n it gangsta dogg. A canopy so denze she hizzad ta wizzy minutes frizzom ha hizouze ta be expoze' ta tha sizzy. Evizzle Altizzle had beaizzle 'n it. Bizzle John be sure thizzat Earth C probably replicizzles it tha same way it replicates everything elze ya dig? thizzle n gizzle n fake, fizzake, fakity FAKE. A biznad photocopy wit tha ink sett'n turned ta high contrast. A sunrize thizzat casts no shizzles.

He’s been contemplating dis melodramatically fo` maybe tizzle minutes when tha sky rips opens above hizzle n flashes violent waves of rizzy n green across tha landscape and yo momma. Having diznead trolls depizzle from tha sky like tizzy be far from unusual theze days, but what cizzles chillin' out of tha rips 'n space above dis time isn’t troll-shaped at all. It looks mizzay like a meteor—a F-L-to-tha-izzash of metal n fire scream'n towizzle tha planet, trail'n thick B-L-to-tha-izzack smoke behind it. It outpaces tha flizzles for a moment, n John recognizes it. It can’t be. There’s no wizzay. N yet, there’s no mistak'n it.

It’s his fatha’s ride. A whole ton of W-H-to-tha-izzite mizzle oxidiz'n 'n tha hizzy, tha wizzles all smashed opizzle. If anyone’s 'n thizzle, he can’t make thizzle out cuz Im tha Double O G. Jiznohn feels like he watches the ride descend n crash against the earth 'n sizzy motion. It hiznits tha grizzle wit an impact that reverberates fo` miles.

Hizzay nizzle movizzle so fiznast as he dizzy ta rizzle tha crata. He skids ta a stizzle at tha rizzay: below, the ride be twisted n steam'n, curled into horrible, jagge' edges, bizzy tha back half be mizzle intact cuz its a doggy dog world. He sizzends a thrust of wizzle thrizzay tha biznack of tha carriage to blizzow both doors off n crawls insizzle to examine tha sizneats. Just ta mizzle absolutely cizzle no one was 'n it whiznen it crashed. Tha metal of tha frame be still so hot that tha air around it be sizzl'n, but Jiznohn doesn’t care fo gettin on.

Tha back seat be a mizzle cuz its a thang. It’s smeared wit... shav'n cream? With shawty B-to-tha-izzits of... sum-m sum-m, strewn 'bout. He pinches some of tha dry, brown, flaky substance, n sniffs it. Be dis... tobacco? Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up.

Mingl'n wit tha cream, tizzy be rizned bloodstains. But no flizzay, or bones, or nothin' trippin' signify'n tha rizzles of a person and my money on my mind. John piznuts a hizzy ta his chest n sizzay wit... relizzle? Disappointment straight from long beach? He hizzle no idea whizzat he was hop'n ta find 'n here. Anotha dogg house production. Nizzay his father, right? You gotta check dis shit out yo. Thizzat wizzle be stupid. Who nizzle to put eyes on they own fatha’s corpze T-W-to-tha-izzice 'n one lifetime. Bizzle then, he sizzay it in tha dogg pound.

A streak of tizzle, smizzle along tha tizzop ridge of tha sizneat cushion, at tha centa of a red, bloodizzle hizzle. Wit W-to-tha-izzide eyizzles, John reaches out n runs hizzay thumb gangsta it. It chips unda hiznis nail, tha sizzy consistencizzle as human blood. Tha same color as Terezi’s tiznext.

He rubs tha flaky crust between his finga. Drop it like its hot. He only stopped slappin' ta ha a few hours ago style. Time paszes differently out there, as hizne’s often reminded. She wizzay so sizzy shizzle was trippin' wit da big Bo$$ Dogg. Was dis it? Wizzas dis how she —

John rizzy B-to-tha-izzack, nausea strik'n hizzy 'n tha pit of his stomizzle bitch ass. What kind of twisted coincizzle be dis? Wizzy be he bangin' dis nizzle? Listen to how a fucker flow shit. If Terizzle wizzle here, why? Whizno was she ridin' wit 'n thizze back of hizzis fatha’s ride? Drop it like its hot.

It finally hits him. Put ya fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. Not jizzle thizzle he hizzle seen Terizzle 'n years, or thizzat he’s neva go'n ta see ha again. It’s that he neva wizzas gizzay ta sizzle her again because doggs make tha world a better place! It was ova before it began cuz its a thang.

John’s body is drenched 'n sweat. He stagga away from tha mangled ride, hizzle eyes mobbin' from tha heat. He rips his glaszes off n lizzle up at tha sky, an unfocused n unspecific fiznield of cizzle n possibilitizzle, better recognize. It lizzy lizzle a flizzay cizzles ta him, yizzay behind its flatness he K-N-to-tha-izzows it stretches bizzack through an infinite expanze of pointlessness, a limitless fizzle of uncar'n. It seems ta mock hizzim.

He P-to-tha-izzoints hizzy eyes at tha sympathetizzle dirt instead. One, two three and to tha four. Tha soft earth sizzay ta beckizzle him, n he fizzay himself sink'n ta hizzis knees, ballerz rhymin' into tha disrupted sizzay. It’s stizzle wizzle, humm'n wit energy from thizne ride’s meteoric fizzle. Recognize the realness. The sight of hizzis arms stretched out 'n front of him wizzle 'n his blurry fizzy of vision, perpetratin' and shimmer'n 'n tha cruisin' light.

John realizes hizzy cry'n when tha fiznirst wet droplizzles fall onto tha backs of his hands. They mingle wit tha dirt around him, turn'n tha comfort'n earth ta sticky mud. He doesn’t git it, n he nizzle has.

A chizzle sob forces its wizzay out of his chest. Hizzle finga flizzex into claws, gathering up dirt into hizzy saggin' fists. He bears down until his knuckles tizzay white n his fingernails prizness sharply into the fliznesh of hizzy palms. Tha piznain mizzles him feel real.

All hizzay eva wanted be ta be rhymin' real.

Then, as if not quite finishizzle wit tha sizzy jizzy yet, he turns his gaze upwizzle ta give it one lizzay angry lizzy. He feels consumizzle 'n that moment by tha acuteness of his physicality n tha overwhelm'n scale of hiznis cosmizzle irrelevizzle. Hiznis L-to-tha-izzungs fill wit air, n he releazes all his yizzears of pent-up frustration n anga n guilt and dizzay and weakness n piznain n misizzle 'n a ballin' shout that sizzle more like it’s from tha mouth of an animal than a dawg. Jizzle scrizzay at tha merciless skizzle until hizzis throat be raw n he has no energy left even ta crizzy.

No one hears hizzay, and if T-H-to-tha-izzey had, it wouldn’t matta.

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sukunarii · 3 years

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Pairing: Yandere! Sukuna x Reader

Warnings: (Sukuna’s Era!) Yandere | Unhealthy relationship | Murder | Blood| This fic is much darker than my usual style! Please beware when you read it.

Synopsis: In the early morning, you would play your koto in your garden. It was a show for one audience: a stranger that refused to step out of the shadows. A stranger that perhaps grew too fond of you.

Wordcount: 3.0K

A/N: A koto is a Japanese instrument kind of like a harp. Also this fic might be very historical inaccurate. This fic is inspired by a poem by William Blake titled “Song: When early morn walks forth in sober grey.”

The sky was gray on the day you first spoke to him. It was early morning, you were in your garden, under the gazebo as usual where you go to practice playing your koto. You enjoyed it, for it was one of the only times where you could feel absorbed in your own world, in your own solitude and tranquility. However, you have noticed that lately, you were not so much alone.

"Behind the willow tree, I know you're there," you called out. You could see the shadow shift, but the person behind did not step out into your view.

"I see you have noticed me," a masculine voice replied. It carried a hint of playfulness.

"Of course I have, you've disturbed my peace for a few mornings now," you replied.

"Am I not welcomed?", he asks.

"What brings you here?", you asked back immediately.

His answer did not come as quick as yours, as if he chose his words carefully "I was captivated by the music you played," he complimented you.

You were flattered, you had to pause and recollect your thoughts for a moment. If he is just here to listen....well there's no harm, right?

You let out an airy laugh, "As my only audience, I supposed you are welcomed to stay."

You resumed to playing your koto. From behind the willow tree, Sukuna stole a few glances at you. Along with the beautiful music you created, you looked so effortless and absorbed in your own world while playing. A world that Sukuna could step a foot into by observing you from afar but felt too delicate for him to disturb. You were like an angel while he was a curse— a monster. He shouldn’t have any business with a girl like you.

Yet you called him, 'My only audience'...he liked the sound of that.

You were playing for him only, and he was glad that he did not even have to capture you for this. After all, a caged bird does not sing the same.

However, the serenity of dawn was disturbed by the loud and abrupt chime of the bell.

With a jolt, you stopped playing.

"Ah, that was the wake up call for the village, I got to go now," you said and got up.

From his shadow, you see him stand up too. You hesitated but decided to ask anyways, "Will you tell me your name?"

He laughs lightheartedly, "A musician does not need to know the name of their audience."

The buds on the dull brown branches were blooming into beautiful flowers that decorated the garden. Summer was approaching. It became routine, he would come to your little concert every morning. It was romantic even. You did not know who he was, but sometimes you would carry little conversations with him. You knew that he was not from the village, he said he travelled up from the valley every morning to visit you.

Knowing that he was not from the village also gave you a sense of security as you could tell him anything and everything without worrying that he would spread rumours. Afterall, you were the daughter of the richest man in the village, from suitors to enemies to your family's reputation, there was so much that you had to keep to yourself. You've learned to express these thoughts into the music you played, but being able to say them out loud in words was relieving.

He was your audience and you were his musician.

Nonetheless, most of the time, very few words were exchanged. It was just you, him, your music in the air and the garden in the surroundings.

You were wearing a purple kimono the day you asked him if you could see him. He gave you the same response as the day you asked him for his name, "A musician does not need to know the appearance of their audience."

You sighed, disappointed, "How about if I ask you as a friend?"

From the flickers of his shadow, you could tell he hesitated. Your heart started racing, in hopes that you will finally see your mysterious friend. But, you were left disappointed, "Not today, my darling. You're still not ready yet."

You looked at his shadow quizzically, what did he mean by not ready? Did he have self-esteem issues? Or a scar? Or was he really ugly...? Not that you would have minded of course, you pouted, "That's not fair. You get to see me all the time."

He chuckles, "I think this is for the better."

The urge to show himself to you or even take you for himself was very strong. However, he had to hold himself back, he didn't want you to be afraid of him. For one, you just called him a 'friend'. And he knew that if he did show himself however, this friendship would be over. You were an angel. He was a curse. Sometimes fate was cruel that way.

The green leaves that fell from the trees were fluttering in the summer breeze. Lately Sukuna has been observing you more and more throughout the day. Instead of rampaging the nearby villages, he would spend more time observing you from the outskirts of your village.

The more he observed, the more he noticed the amount of unsolicited male attention you get when you stroll in the village. Had he not been a curse, he wished he could be strolling by your side and indicating to all of those nuisances that you were his.

The village was not very large, thus, Sukuna has come to recognize most of the faces. However, one time there was a strange man with black hair that appeared in the village. Not that Sukuna cared much as long as he didn't try to flirt with his little darling — except the man did this very thing: he stopped you.

Sukuna could not hear what the man said to you, but he could certainly feel the rage rising in him. The urge to kill this man was very strong. In fact, in the heat of the moment he feels like he could kill everyone in this village to prove his point. Seeing another man try to talk to you so intimately enraged him. He has held himself back multiple times from rampaging your village and taking you home with him. Taking you as his. But for your sake, he has managed to suppress these dark thoughts. But not this time.

He approached you, or specifically the stranger menacingly...with killing intent. But once he was in hearing distance, he heard you tell the man firmly,

"I'm not interested."

The man paused. But insisted again, "Why not? I can treat you right."

"I'm interested in someone else," you told him.

Sukuna paused. Were you talking about him?

"What? No way, who might this be and how come I've never heard of this before! You're just making up lies to turn down my love," he argues back condescendingly.

You shot him a dirty look and you tried to leave but he grabs your arm, “Hold it there girl, I’m not done talking yet.”

That’s it. You slapped him. Not a weak slap, a hard one. The man's face flipped towards the other side.

"That is none of your business. Now if you would excuse me," you said angrily and turned around and left.

Sukuna smiled, 'That's my girl.'

He didn't even have to do anything.

You ran your hand through the calming blue water of the pond in your garden. You have strained your hand from playing on the koto for too much, they were sore and calloused. You tried inviting your friend to come feel the water too but he refused, insisting on remaining well hidden from your view.

"He is from this powerful family, the Zenin clan I believe. And he seems really interested in me."

Sukuna didn't answer.

"But I'll keep rejecting him, I don't like him and don't care for his advances," you rambled on, then sighed, "However I can't say the same for my parents. They are interesting in getting a hold of the powers of the Zenin clans."

"Why don't you leave the village with me?" he finally answered you.

You didn't think he was serious, but you entertained his idea, "They're not just your normal powerful families. They are very powerful as in even if we leave the village, there's nowhere left to run."

"Then I'll just kill them. Everyone of them."

You laughed bittersweetly, what could he possibly do against them when he was too shy to even show himself to you? The Zenin clan was one of the most powerful sorcerers of the eras!

"Haha, yeah that would be nice. But with all of the curses rampaging the nearby villages, we really need the Zenin clan's protection. It really sucks but they're powerful jujutsu sorcerers, it's a miracle that our village is not destroyed yet unlike the our neighbouring villages,” but swiftly, your fake optimism fades. You couldn’t play your koto today, but this stranger was your friend and talking to him gives a sense of comfort. He was listening to you and he was trustworthy.

You say softly, “If only something happened to their third son so that he would stop trying to woo me all of the time...." then, you laughed sheepishly, "Of course I'm just joking haha, I mean it's awful to wish death on someone..."

But Sukuna only heard the first part.

With summer abruptly coming to an end and winter approaching, sunrise came later every day. The sky was still black the morning you broke down crying to him. It was moonless.

"I-I know I said I wished he was d-dead, but I didn't mean it f-for real," you said between your sobs, "I just didn't w-want to marry h-him, but he got killed by a curse and I f-feel like I cursed him."

"Wasn't that what you wanted?", the intonations of his voice came out as cold as the autumn air. However, you were too absorbed in your sadness to pick up these nuances.

"No! I would never truly want anyone to die! That’s awful!”

“Now you won’t have to worry about unsolicited attention anymore,” he answered briskly

You hugged your knees closer to your chest and buried your face into them, “It didn’t make a difference...the Zenin offered their s-second son instead..., so it wasn't cancelled regardless..."

"What wasn't cancelled?", Sukuna asked.

"The wedding...”

Sukuna's jaw tightened. He was upset. Furious. You’ve mentioned that the Zenin family was interested in you but you’ve never mentioned that there was anything official. He didn't like that you didn't mention this to him at all.

"Leave with me."

This time it wasn't a question. It was an order. Yet, you refused it again.

"I can't. I can't leave my family behind like that...if I run away, the Zenin clan would bare a grudge against them, who knows what they’ll do..."

For the first time, Sukuna finally stepped out of the shadows.

But you didn't notice, nor did you see him, the obscurity of the lightless sky hid him from your vision.

"Pathetic, why would you care about family that are selling you off to strangers? This is why you humans are so weak. Being emotional for things that do not matter," he says, words dripping with menace.

Your eyes widened, alerted by the swift change of mood. Tension high in the air. He did not sound like the friend that you knew. It’s as if he was a real stranger.

"That's not true! It's wrong to be selfish, they're my family. I have to listen to them and it's for the best of the village," you tried to reason but you were worried that he could hear the slight fear in your trembling voice.

"Oh yes because the Zenin clan will protect your village from curses. You think too highly of them. When I killed that nuisance, he was crawling and crying, begging for his life. He may be a little stronger than your average jujutsu sorcerer but he was still a weak human." Sukuna was tired of keeping up his calming and human-like demeanour. He topped off his statement with a sadistic laugh.

However, you didn't answer him. Not immediately at least, you were soaking in the words he just said. You gasped.

"Y-You mean you killed him?!"

You took a step back in shock and fear. You were told that he was killed by a curse...if this stranger you've befriended was a curse and one strong enough to kill someone from the Zenin family....you were in deep trouble.

Sukuna continued laughing, "Ah, yes I killed him. I sliced his body into pieces but I preserved the head so he could be recognized. It was a masterpiece, you should of seen the expression of anguish on his decapitated head!"

All of his efforts of wanting to preserve this friendship, fearing to taint your innocence, and scared of not being delicate around you, all thrown away in the heat of the moment. It didn't matter anymore, not when annoying jujutsu sorcerers were going to get in the way and take you away from him.

You screamed, "Get away from me, you monster!"

Your fight or flight instincts kicked in, this man in front of you— no this curse in front of you— was not a friend. You have befriended something much more sinister, he was a killer. A powerful killer and from the enthusiasm in his voice, he was a sadistic one too. You turned to run back to your house.

To your surprise, he didn't follow you. He watched you and even if you can't see him, you can tell that he was smiling.

You didn't dare to leave the house the days before the wedding. You were also too scared to tell anyone about your foolish encounter with a curse. Instead, you urged your parents to push the wedding earlier. The earlier the better, much to their delight.

Luckily, you did not hear about him and it seems that things have returned to normal. But your instincts say otherwise. If you play with fire, you ought to get burned. And you seemed to have attracted the attention of something very ominous.

You were wearing white on the day of the wedding. A veil covering your face. As per tradition, you were patiently waiting for your groom in another room, waiting for him to lift the veil off your face and take you to the main ceremony room to present you to the invited guests and families. Then allow the head of the households to pronounce you as husband and wife.

Maybe it was your nervousness, it seemed that every minute went by slower. Almost as if the ceremony has been delayed. But with your eyes covered by the veil, all you could do was wait.

Then finally, you heard someone approaching you. You feel a hand gently lift the veil off your face. To your surprise, the person who brought you out of the darkness was not the second son of the Zenin family. There he was, the powerful curse that rampaged villages: Sukuna. You might be the only person who has seen all four of his arms and eyes up close and lived to tell the tale. Not that you would have anyone to tell this to.

He was covered in blood. You were not sure who's but from the silence and the lack of wounds on him, you can formulate a pretty good guess. You drew in a sharp breath and jerked away from his touch, hoping to crawl away even.

"Help!", you shouted out hoping that anyone would hear — anyone at all....wasn't half of the Zenin household here? What were they doing?

"Shh, I was late because I had to take care of some trash, but don't worry, I'm here now," Sukuna says to you. You recognized his voice right away.

You were so terrified that you didn't even notice tears started coming out of your eyes. You struggled to get away from him, you clawed at him, tried to push him away, but it didn't work. He didn't even flinch.

"(Name), stop that before you anger me," he warned you.

You didn't listen.

"You're a monster," you spat at him and you tried to slap him but he stops your hand midair, the blood on his hands imprinting onto your white kimono.

"I'm not like those pathetic Zenin, you'll have to try harder if you want to hit me," Sukuna says with a taunting voice.

Despair washes over you. He was right, if even the Zenin couldn’t win against him, then what could you do? There was no way you could win this nor escape him.

When he carried you bridal style out towards the main room of the ceremony, you’ve stopped struggling. The room was plastered with blood. You recognize some of the body limbs on the ground, the remains of the guests, of your family, of the Zenin family. They were barely remains, mostly just little pieces. You had the urge of throwing up. No one was coming to save you.

It was just you and Sukuna.

Sukuna laughs, he can hear the whiplash of the puddles of blood as he steps over them. He was proud of his work, "Just like usual, only you and me. I'm your only audience."

The blood that covered him stains onto your previously white kimono.

Sukuna always compared you to an angel. And he was a curse—a monster. You two were not meant to be, fate was cruel like that. But Sukuna can be even crueler.

You are his bride.

And it was a red wedding.

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Pairing: Shinsou x Reader Genre: Angst with happy ending, NSFW Word Count: 4,049 Synopsis: Shinsou is sick and tired of seeing you go out on all these disappointing Tinder hookups, especially when you always seem to ask him to satisfy you afterwards. But there must be a reason why you keep going on these dates, right? A/N: This is my piece for the bnharem roommates collab. I always forget how much I love writing Shinsou’s character but this definitely brought my spark with him back. Make sure to check out everyone else’s collab pieces on the masterlist!

Another night of tinder swipes. Another night of late night walks through desolate and windy streets. Another night of sleepy dinner and listening to the same old boring stories that every date has to offer. Another night of disappointing sex as he can’t seem to find the hole and his finger nails are sharper than they need to be. Another night of two pump chumps who ask, “does that feel good baby?” and another night of lying through your teeth as you fake moans and count the seconds before you’re allowed to leave.

It’s just like any other Saturday night where your toes are crushed in the tips of your heels and you shiver as you walk back to your apartment, keys clutched between your fingers just in case someone tries to pull something and you need to think quickly. You have your routine ingrained in you, like second nature.

The walk back home is cold and clammy. You can’t shake the feeling of the little hairs on your arms and legs springing up like a cat in shock as the wind pushes right past you. The only thing you could think of to keep yourself from toppling over from exhaustion was the heat that would be coming from your room back home, the fuzzy blanket you’d lie under, and the man awaiting your return to greet you with surprises like no other.

When you did open the front door, heat wafted towards you and your achy muscles began to relax.

“Rough night?” The voice from inside cooed.

“‘Oh baby do you like that?’” you mocked. “‘Does that hurt so good?’”

The person sitting on the sofa with a book covering their face laughed. “Please tell me he did not say that.”

You kicked off your heels and rolled out your ankles. “Shinsou, I swear to god, you have to meet some of these people. This one guy was ridiculous. As I was sucking him off he told me I reminded him of his mother.”

The purple haired young man gagged. “And you still sucked his dick?”

“That’s the best part,” you laughed. “He finished right after he said that.”

Shinsou grimaced. “Why do you keep going on these dates when everyone you end up sleeping with sucks.”

You collapsed on the couch next to him. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because a certain someone always ends up taking care of me after.” Laying your head in his lap, you smiled up at him.

Shinsou gave you a lazy smirk back. “So that’s it, huh? I actually know how to use my tongue so you’re purposefully coming home unsatisfied.”

“I wouldn’t say purposefully,” you said with a mock offended tone to your words. “If there ever is a man out there who did know how to please me then I can guarantee I wouldn’t be coming home every night I have a date.”

He propped his cheek up against the palm of his hand. “But that hasn’t happened yet, has it.”

You loved this, the flirty and dangerous aroma in the air. It was intoxicating and you craved every bit of it.

“So what are we going to do about it?”

You leaned up and kissed him, and then that kiss led to another. Soon you had gotten up and moved into Shinsou’s bedroom. Your tights had been stripped down and your dress was pulled up over your ass.

Getting onto his elbows and knees, Shinsou readied himself to lick his first stripe along your folds and make you melt beneath him.

The week went by, like usual, and your relationship with Shinsou remained the same, just like usual. You’d each come home from work, him tired from training and patrols and you exhausted with paperwork and having to deal with bothersome coworkers taking up all your spare time.

Nothing happens during the week. The two of you laugh and joke around like best friends, like neither of you have seen each other naked, and you’re sure you’re happy this way. That’s what Shinsou keeps telling himself anyway.

You never seem to notice the way his eyes linger on you for a split second too long or the way he glares at your phone over your shoulder as you swipe left or right on dating apps. You’d think that if he was jealous he would try to distance himself, to back away from the trouble you might get in and the disappointment you’d find after each hookup. But no, Shinsou cares too much about you to let you go out on your own without knowing who, where and how you’re setting yourself up for disappointment.

“Hey Shin,” you call from the couch on Thursday night. You’re lying down with your feet propped up against the arm rest. Shinsou has to move them out of the way before plopping down himself.

“What’s up.” His large palm rubbed up and down your legs as they rested on his lap.

“I think I matched with someone who won’t be horrible in bed.” You showed him your phone, and as he scrolled through his profile you could feel the itchy heat of embarrassment rising to your face.

Shinsou’s heart seemed to stop. His eyes widened when he read the words “pornstar” and “Onlyfans'' in the dude’s bio. Handing your phone back to you, he kept his eyes trained on the floor. “That’s great. He seems like he knows what he’s doing.”

“Yeah.” You took the phone back and resumed looking through his photos. “He messaged me earlier and we have a lot in common too.”

Shinsou nodded. Why did he feel so weird? He knew that not every guy you matched with would be a disappointment. He had been telling that to himself for months now, but watching the nervous smile that crept up your face as you received a new message from this guy made Shinsou want to scream. “I’m gonna go for a run,” he said, lifting up your legs to stand up from the couch.

“Really? It’s dark out. Are you sure you want to go running?” You didn’t look up from your phone.

“Yeah I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, stay safe. Oh! Did you still want to watch a movie tonight?”

Shinsou froze. “Um, maybe not tonight. I’m not sure. I’ll see if I’ve cooled down a bit after my run.”

You looked up from the screen, slightly deterred. “Oh, okay. Have a good run.” You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that. He hadn’t seemed to be bothered by anything earlier, so why was he acting weird now? You were sure you hadn’t said anything to make him upset and when he told you about his day, he didn’t seem bothered by anything that happened at work.

Rolling over on your side, you continued texting this new guy, a new sense of nervousness clouding your vision.

It’s Saturday night and you’re putting on your makeup. Your hands which have never been shaky before have fucked applying your eyeliner three times now. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. You’ve met up with guys every weekend for months now. Could it be that this guy is different because he knows what he’s doing? Yeah, that must be it. You’re worried that you won’t be good enough for him, right?

Still, that didn’t seem like that was it. You were so excited talking to him at first. He made you laugh and you wanted to meet up with him so bad, to see his charm in person. But then you showed his profile to Shinsou and things started to feel different, like somehow they were falling apart.

You haven’t spoken to your roommate much in the last couple days. His usual pokes and prods at the men you tend to meet up with were replaced with silence. You haven’t joked around like usual or spent time together unwinding after work, and you were worried. It hadn’t been this distant between you since one of your female friends told you about a guy she knew who was looking for a roommate and the two of you met for the first time.

Since then, you haven't gotten anything but closer. You began your weekly rituals of getting takeout and watching movies and getting drunk after particularly rough days at work. Living with Shinsou was the happiest you have been in a long time. So why did that change?

Stepping out of your bedroom, makeup incomplete and dress unbuttoned, you peered into the living room where Shinsou was working.

He sat shirtless on the couch, legs propped up on the automen with his laptop balanced on his legs. His wild purple hair, which had gotten longer since the two of you met, was loosely tied back with a hair tie. His gray sweatpants were untied and you were sure that if he were to stand up they would ride low on his hips.

As you stared at his profile, you couldn’t help but admire how his chiseled face, adorning a pair of reading glasses, looked so serene as he stared at the work ahead of him. He looked calm, calmer than you’ve seen him in a while, and that made his face more youthful. Shinsou stretched out his arms and you could hear his corded back crack before he went back to typing away.

You ran back into your room and slammed the door. Your face was hot and flushed. Beads of sweat permeated on your temples. How could such a simple act of stretching make you feel so hot and bothered and worked up and oh no. How is it that you were so blind? You were in love with your roommate.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

You paced back and forth, rubbing all of the makeup off of your eyes in the process. You stared at your blackened fingers and rubbed them on your dress, not caring that it would dirty. Thinking back to all the moments you cuddled as “friends” and all the times you would lay together after a disappointing date, you were able to pinpoint each exact moment where your feelings grew.

You sat on your bed and watched as your hands shook. You couldn’t go on this date now. You don’t care about the guy, no matter how good at sex he might claim to be. The entire time, you’d just be wishing you were on a date with Shinsou. Granted, every date you’ve been on, a little part of you has wished it was with Shinsou. Every week you couldn’t wait until it was over so you could be enveloped yet again in his flirty aroma that was so, so addictive.

So that was it, you wouldn’t go on the date and things would go back to normal between the two of you. But would they really? What would you say if he asked why you cancelled? All you wanted were things to go back to the way they were. You wanted to bask in the flirty air and feel Shinsou hold you close and caress every curve of your body with so much love and tenderness.

You stood up and looked at your blotchy face in the mirror. Surrounding your eyes was a mix of black and shimmery gold swarming together. You wiped them off along with the rest of your makeup. You won’t be going out tonight so there’s no point of dolling up.

What am I going to do?

You slid off your dress and slipped into a pair of pajama bottoms and threw on a tank top. The least you could be is comfortable in such a stressful situation.

I can’t act the way I used to, knowing how I feel now.

You may have been an idiot for this, but you decided to face your situation head on. Without doing so, who knows how you wouldn’t go crazy living under the same roof as the man you’re in love with.

You stepped into the living room. Shinsou was still typing away and looking over reports, so you cleared your throat to get his attention.

“Hey, you about to go out?” When you didn’t respond, he looked up and his face fell. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you dressed?”

You couldn’t look him in the eye. As soon as you heard him speak and the amount of concern in his voice, you just wanted to cry. The sting of acidic tears and mucus welling in the back of your throat made you want to throw up.

“Did something happen?” He took off his reading glasses and scooched over, letting you take a seat beside him.

But you didn’t move, just kept staring at your cold feet against the hardwood floor.

“(Y/n), talk to me.”

You looked up at him and tears began rolling down your face. You felt so pathetic, that you would be crying over love of all things. Love was supposed to be magical, right? Not embarrassing and tear-ridden. “Can you,” you started, but you needed to take a step back when you heard your achy throat cracking as you spoke. “Can you give me a reason not to go?”

Shinsou adjusted himself. He was clearly trying to make out what you were saying. “What? If you don’t want to go then don’t. No one’s forcing you to go on this date.”

You couldn’t help crumble at what he said. If only he knew what you really looked forward to after each date and what you were really thinking about when you were out with these other guys.

Shinsou stood up as you crumbled to the ground and squatted down next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You sunk into his chest and sobbed against him. It felt so unfair that with his arms around you, you felt whole, like you were two pieces of a puzzle.

“Why do you need a reason not to go on this date? Is he pressuring you or something?”

You shook your head against his chest. “I don’t want to go on a date with him.” On one hand, you thought your subtle hints would get through Shinsou’s thick skull, but it seemed as though they were a paper plane trying to penetrate a brick wall.

“So find some other guy.”

Why was he being so dismissive? You didn’t want just some other guy, you wanted Shinsou.

“Look, you’ve found plenty of other dates in the past, just because you don’t want to go out with one guy doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.” He kept rubbing circles in your back. “Why don’t you call up a past hookup or something?”

You pushed away from him. “How could you say that,” you whispered. “I don’t want to go on a date with one of them.” Your voice began to raise. You had never raised your voice at Shinsou before. “I want to go out with you, you idiot.”

There was a moment where all you could hear were the little noises throughout the apartment like the ticking of the clock in the kitchen or a fly buzzing close by. Then, you slapped a hand over your mouth. You didn’t mean to say that outloud. You didn’t mean to raise your voice or push away from him. But you did blurt it out, and Shinsou looked at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw.

The hair on his arms and the back of his neck raised up like static. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if he should look at you with shock or look away in embarrassment. He was completely and utterly confused.

“Shit,” you whined from behind your hand. “Forget it.” You rubbed the tears under your eyes away and went to stand up. “I’m gonna go to bed.”

“Wait.” Shinsou grabbed your hand before you could fully stand up. You had never realized how small your hands were compared to his until now. “You can’t just say that and then walk away.”

He was right. You sat back down on the ground, his hand still grabbing onto yours, playing with your fingers. “Okay,” you mouthed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to get any sound out if you tried.

“Why do you go on all of these dates?”

You thought about it for a moment. You were never really sure why you bothered hooking up with so many people, but sitting on the ground with him, you had a pretty good idea. “Because we’re roommates.”

“So?”

You kept your eyes on your fingers intertwined with Shinsous. “Because realizing you’re in love with your roommate is shitty, so the least I could do is hope that after an unsatisfying night of sex, you’d be willing to provide.”

He stopped playing with your fingers and instead, squeezed your hand. “And I hated seeing you with these different men so much that any chance you gave me I ate up.”

You blinked once, twice in confusion before meeting Shinsou’s eyes. “You...”

“Mhm,” he nodded.

The heavy weight of tears on your chest finally lifted. You could finally breathe freely. There was silence among you before the two of you burst out laughing. You rested your head on his shoulder as your chests heaved up and down. When you took your head away to look him in the eyes, he leaned in and kissed you. You didn’t hesitate to kiss back and wrap your arms around his neck.

Shinsou dragged your body closer to him, so you were straddling his lap, and weaved his arms around your figure. He was a good kisser, which you already knew, but you had never taken the time to feel his passion until now. Shinsou made sure to tease you with a darting tongue and hands which traveled down your figure and stopped at the base of your hips.

You weaved your hands through his soft hair and pulled his hair tie out. His fluffy purple locks were so fun and tempting to tug on. Kissing him with this amount of love and emotion enthralled you, and you felt a little disappointed when he pulled away.

“Would you like to move this to my bedroom?”

And you bit your bottom lip before nodding, a smile creeping its way up along your face. You stood up and followed him into his bedroom eagerly.

After Shinsou closed the door behind you, he turned around and snaked his hands up your back. You giggled at the contact and let him pull the shirt over your head. You weren’t wearing a bra, so Shinsou immediately leaned over to take one of your nipples in his mouth. He sucked it until it puckered and let it go with a loud pop.

“You know,” he said, backing you against his bed. “I’ve never been able to say until now how truly beautiful you are.”

“Shinsou,” you sighed, taking a hold of his purple locks. You collapsed onto the bed and let him kiss his way down your front side. His kisses were rough but full of love, and you know they would leave bruises behind.

He slid your pajama bottoms and underwear down your thighs until they pooled on the floor at your ankles. “Everything you do is gorgeous, even the way you’re sprawled out under me, under my command just waiting for me to touch you.”

You could feel your pussy clench at his words and your thighs shook in waiting.

He kissed the top of your pussy and trailed kisses around your thighs. You watched as he hiked your legs over his well muscled shoulders while keeping eye contact. His long tongue darted out and he licked one long stripe between your folds and suckled on your little sweet bud.

You arched your back and let out a choked moan. Out of all the nights you’ve slept together, this was the first time you really saw him for all the love he gave you.

Shinsou kept his face right in front of your dripping hole just for a moment and let his hot breath tickle your needy clit. He chuckled at your squirming form and teased you even further with kitten licks and hands that reached up to squeeze your breasts as he dove in to lap up your juices.

Your hands grasped at his, keeping them firmly clenched onto your chest as he delved in deeper and deeper into your wonderful taste. You could feel your orgasm quickly building up. Your toes curled and knees jerked up, hips bucking your clit further up into Shinsou’s mouth. You let out a loud moan and sigh of relief and surprise when you could feel your juices spraying onto Shinsou’s face and watched as they dripped down his chin.

You had never squirted before. You could feel a calm wash over you as you settled down. Shinsou wiped his hand down his chin. “That was fucking sexy.”

He kissed your lower lips one last time before standing up and allowing you to scooch further up on the bed. You were exhausted but it didn’t matter. Watching Shinsou strip down and seeing his cock spring to life only made you want more of him.

He crawled over you and kissed your lips. He tasted like a mix of your juices and honey, probably from that tea you saw him drinking not too long ago. Whatever it was, it was addictive. “Are you ready?” he asked as he positioned the head of his cock in line with your opening.

You nodded, heaving up and down and running your hand along the side of his face. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Shinsou was thicker than most of the people you had slept with, and you always felt the stretch of him penetrating you every time he pushed himself in.

Knowing that it probably hurt a little, the stretch of it all, he paused every so often and kissed your face, allowing you to warm up before he bottomed out inside of you. You were just so tight and welcoming, it took all his strength not to pound into you immediately, to take it nice and slow as he rubbed against your clit with his thumb.

Your face was hot. It was odd to you that it had never felt this way before, that until now you had never been this nervous to feel his cock pulsing inside of you and to feel his mouth nip at your clit and nipples. You had closed your eyes and focused on your breathing.

Shinsou reached over to tickle the palm of your hand. As you looked up at him, he cupped your face and smiled down at you before he started to thrust his hips.

You squirmed and writhed around as he bucked deeper in and out of the hole that seemed to suck him in further and further.

He felt it was so unfair because he never seemed to last as long as he wanted to when he was with you. The way your aching pussy clenched around him so tight was euphoric. He wanted to let his dick bask in your warm, gushing cavern forever.

“You’re beautiful,” you heard him whisper as he sped up, his orgasm fast approaching. “You’re perfect.”

And again, you squirmed around as that cord built up inside of you and snapped, leaving you gushing around Shinsou’s cock and heaving up and down underneath him.

Shinsou didn’t last much longer. He came almost immediately after you did, feeling your walls clench around him oh so tight. He rolled over next to you and laid his head in the crook of your neck. His hair tickled your nose as you nuzzled into him.

“We should clean up.”

“After snuggles,” he yawned.

You laughed. He’d never been this clingy until now. He had never praised you so much until now. “What does this mean?”

“Hm?”

“For us?”

Shinsou rolled over to look at you. “It means you’re gonna sleep in this bed with me tonight, and tomorrow morning I’m waking up early to make my girlfriend a pancake breakfast. Okay, kitten?”

You had to keep yourself from squealing at the nickname. Instead, you closed your eyes with a goofy smile on your face. “Okay.”

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