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I need another part to bakugous partner with a mask. Like what would happen if he found out it was her that he’s passed in the street so many times? Also ur writing is amazing!

Bakugou’s sidekick with a mask - Part 2.

Yall going crazy on this shit so you already KNOW i got you with a part two. Also thank you very much 💪🏾 there was more requests but tumblr only allows 10 pics. This shit took so long help me bruh. I felt like I should get a little more heartfelt to complete this. Enjoy and shit.

Bakugou has never seen your face in the 3 years of you being his sidekick. No one has, not even the coworkers. As his crush on you manifests into something more, so does his need to see what’s behind that mask. Little does he know he’s seen you bare faced before. He goes running for answers and love.

Dryhumping/masturbation (quickly mentioned), tiniest bit of angst, insecurities, make out sessions, fluff, love shit, good endings frfr, cute shit, read it pls it took so long.

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Part one 👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾

Bakugou never thought that in his hero years he’d be obsessing about anything other than being number 1. But now he’s obsessing over the possibility of seeing his sidekicks face, and even fucking kissing it.

Bakugou’s curiousity started to paw at his mind, and worst of all, his work preformance. He would find himself spacing out, trying to imagine what you looked like.

Did you have small lips? Big? Was your nose plump or skinny? What kind of facial expressions did you make? What shape are your eyebrows? Do you have freckles or dimples? Maybe you blush chronically. Maybe you think you’re ugly so you cover yourself up. Maybe you think you’re deathly hot so you cover yourself up for protect

He started to look at you more often during patrols and fights. He should be looking for sudden attacks or danger, sure, but the most dangerous thing to him currently is the possibility of missing your face if it was flashed mistakenly.

He starts to notice the little things about you. Like how your costume fits you and how it highlights your personality. You tilt your head to the side slightly when you’re confused. Sometimes you reach up to scratch your nose but you sigh when you realize that you’re covered up. Sometimes you touch him with familiarity and care laced into your palms. An arm pat, shoulder pat, hair scruffle (when he’s sitting down), a forehead touch to check his temperature, a hand rub when he’s about to blow up, etc.

He feels bad for how those touches make him feel.

You come up to him one day to give him a report on the mission you guys are about to be assigned to. You throw yourself on his spare chair, sighing heavily and dramatically like you always do.

He glances at you before clicking his tongue and looking back down at his papers. “Don’t be rough on my damn chairs.” You roll your eyes, “Sorry Grandma.”

He dismisses your comment with a scoff and a half hearted glare. You get up and start to do your daily, pointless rounds of his room. You touch everything that you could reach from the windows to his desk. He’s asked you why you do this everytime before but you can’t answer questions that you don’t know.

“What do you have for me?”He turned around to face you. You notice the creasing of his eyebrows and the eyebags to match. You wondered if he was stressed over the rise of crime and work. You definitely were and you weren’t the boss of an agency.

“We’ve gotta go out on Thursday afternoon for a special mission. Very important mission too. They said they’d cut off your left toe and skin me if we failed.” You lied about that last part, it was just something to ease the mood. He only sighed, completely ignoring the last comment. Weird. “Damn, that was my shitty scheduled break.”

You began to feel even worse for him. His shoulders were stiff and his arms rubbed his temples roughly. You tried to think of ways to fix this. What would a loving and caring, none sarcastic, friend do? You didn’t know, you were an idiot, so you guessed

You did the first thing that came to mind that wasn’t slightly rude. You bent down and wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

He was startled as hell, you were pretty sure he almost hit you when his reflexes kicked in. “H-Hah? What’re you doing?!” He was stiff around your arms and his hands hovered away from you like you were acidic.

“Im giving you a hug, you dumb ass bitch.” His breath hitched in his throat when you buried your face into his neck. He smelt good, sweet and earthy.

He’s ashamed to admit your innocent actions ended in him fisting himself whilst he moaned your name at 3 am. You were so warm and soft. You smelt so good too. He could feel you breath against him. The soft exhales tickled his neck so damn good. Its like he was intoxicated by the hug you gave him and he craved more. Way more than he could get by just being your boss.

He’s been starting to see that girl out lately. The one who almost died for some cheesecake.

She works as a server for a local cafe sometimes. He learns she has ties with the owners and just likes to help out.

When he first saw you again he forgot his entire order. Not cause you’re goregous (well maybe a little bit), but because he’d been interested in you after that day. He wanted to know if you made it out okay. He wanted to talk to you and degrade you for your stupid actions. He wanted to get to know you as a person. And most of all, he wanted to know where you got that good ass cheesecake.

“Can i get a Caramel Macchiato with no cream- THE FUCK?!“ When he looked up from his wallet you were casually taking his order. His lip curled, “WHAT?! YOU AGAIN?!”

You almost slipped up and responded back with a ‘HELL YEAH’ but you caught yourself. Bakugou was a smart cookie. If you spoke to him, he’d almost immediately know who you are. I mean, you’ve been speaking to him nonstop for years now. So instead you just gave him a thumbs up and a goofy smile.

After you took his order, he forced you to come sit with him during your lunchbreak. He proceeded to lecture you for about 45 minutes about safety and priorities. You just nodded aggressively, which he got mad at. He thought you were mocking him. You were, but it was still a rude assumption.

He left with his heart aflutter after you went back to work. He shouldn’t feel this attraction towards you. He was in love with another girl for Christ’s sake! Yet he couldn’t stop himself from coming every single day after that and making you sit with him so you two could communicate. Turns out, he knows sign language and so do you. So it works out in the end.

Your conversations are chaotic and random. Sometime they’re chill, sometimes they’re weird and utterly stupid.

‘So… like you don’t put toilet paper down when you pee in public restrooms?’

“No. You fucking dumbass. I don’t sit down when I pee. I have a dick.”

He starts to get suspicious of you and… you. Same race, same energy, same personality. Something was going on here and he was gonna piece it together.

So one day he talked to you about it.

“You know,” He began, eyeing you closely to look for a reaction. “You remind me of my sidekick, like a fucking lot.”

If you were lying, you were good at it cause the only thing he saw to indicate panic was an eyeshift. ‘Is she hot?’ You signed. He sighed, “I don’t fucking know. She never takes off her mask. No one knows what she looks like.” You took a sip of your tea slowly. ‘Thats crazy’

He didn’t think he could be any more attentive to you before this but life has a lot of suprises. He started to compare your habits to the coffee shop girl. He pieced things together until he was almost sure that it was you.

But then he wasn’t sure. Cause he saw the both of you in the same place.

He was at a distance but he could see well enough. His sidekick was there greeting and gifting something to his cafe girl.

He lost all hope that you two were the same person after that. He dropped the idea entirely.

Too bad he didn’t know that your friend wanted to try on your costume and you let her for fifty bucks and one of her infamous muffins. Shes built just like you so its an easy mix up lucky for you.

Bakugou continued his routine of chill time with cafe you and quality fun time with sidekick you.

Until one day, into the late 4 years of knowing each other, you both were at a party with some of the heros that Bakugou knew. He invited you cause he was planning on telling you how he felt. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He didn’t need to see your face, he just wanted you to see him.

He forced you to come outside with him with the excuse that he needs you to give your stupid input on something. He took you to his car and started to drive away.

“What the hell? Bitch are you kidnapping me?” You giggled at his groan. “No idiot, I’m taking a break from everyone. And didn’t you say you needed someone to help you move in? Im gonna help.”

His eyes were focused on the road but he oh so wished to just look over and see your reaction for his own validation. You did recently move homes and ever since you’ve been complaining to Bakugou about all the work. Being the dumbass you are, you leaked your address to him casually like you couldn’t give less of a shit. And you didn’t.

“Theres not a lot of stuff left, you don’t have to-“ He clicked his tongue, gripping the steering wheel. You felt something was wrong. He was off. You knew your partner and he was never this… intense to you unless something was wrong.

“Well maybe I just want to!” His tone was harsh and impatient. Nothing new to anyone but it was out of place. Something was bothering him and you were sure of it.

His whole body tensed when you put your hand on his shoulder. “Katsuki,” The use of his first name faded out everything. It rolled off your tongue smoother than butter like you handcrafted it yourself. Usually you’d stick with a random nickname. Some of his highlighted ones are:

Mcdickens

Cucaracha cachonda (he had no idea what that mean not does he know how to speak Spanish but it sounds offensive

Katsu/Kat/Kugo(His favorites, its only used sometimes though)

Brian (He literally cannot explain this one, you just started calling him that and its so funny to you)

Big boss/boss man/ B-man

Homie hopper/whore/slut (He has never “homie hopped”, nor is he a whore, you just call him this to piss him off)

Twin (you look nothing alike.)

And many other names that come and go. But when he was really geniunely upset at you, its always his firstname.

“Whats wrong?” Your voice was soft but not in the pitying tone he hated, but the ‘Im not gonna break this moment’ way. You were always good at treating him like he wanted.

He pulled up in your driveway while you waited for him to speak. He couldn’t piece the words together even though he had spent days constructing them. You turned the car light on to illuminate the dark. You waited. Like you always have done for him.

“I just…“ He gave up on words, he was always better with actions anyway.

He grabbed your top and pulled you towards him. His eyes sqeezed shut so hard he started to see particles behind them. And he kissed you. He kissed you like there wasn’t a mask keeping you apart. Like the thing under his lips were yours and not fabric. And shit, kissing a literal mask felt way more exciting than he thought.

He pulled back away from you as quick as he was there. His blush was furious and he refused to look at your unmoving, stunned state.

The truth was, you liked him too. How could you not? He was your bestfriend, your best costumer, your best boss, and your best partner. He was your number 1.

So your unmoving state wasn’t because you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, like Bakugou was beginning to think, but because you were suprised that he would like you back.

You vowed to never confess to him. It wasn’t hard to admit he was out of your league. He was out of everyones league. He was carved like a greek god and looked like every single beauty standard was based off of him. One of the most desired men on the earth. Rich and famous. The number 2 hero. A symbol of victory and strength.

And you were a faceless hero that wasn’t even in the top 20. You weren’t ugly or even average but you also weren’t fucking godsent like him. You weren’t rich. And you hid behind a mask to avoid people reading you. The only way you got courage to talk to Bakugou as the real you was because he had no idea who you were. It was like talking to him with another mask on. You were still anonymous in a way. The mask made you confident and unbreakable. You couldn’t bring yourself to even think that he would like you back.

Was he playing you? He didn’t even know what you look like. How does he like you back? It made no sense.

Bakugou slammed his hand on the steering wheel, you jumped out of your thoughts at the bang. “Say something damn it!” “What’re you trying to do?” Your voice was unsteady and insecure. He had never heard that before, it stopped time.

“Are you trying to play a sick joke? Cause it’s not fucking funny to play with my feelings.” He was confused but you continued. “What? Did you find out that I liked you and decided to fuck with me?”

You didn’t know why you were getting so defensive. Insecurity placed with distrust you figured. “What? No-“ You interrupted him, “Well if you think you can just get me to sleep with you just so you can see under the mask than you’re wrong. Goodnight.”

You were overreacting. You couldn’t stop yourself. You were out of the car and stomping to your apartment before you could even register it. He was calling after you, demanding you come back and listen to him.

Reject before you get rejected.

You stomped to the door and unlocked it. You quickly shuffled in and attempted to slam the door. A large, strong hand stopped it halfway. He pushed himself inside and locked the door.

“What the fuck?!” “Would you just listen to me!?” He was yelling now, you wanted to cry.

He grabbed your shoulders, “I’m not doing this to see you without your damn mask!” He sounded offended, rightfully so. “I fucking love you, alright?!”

Your heart was racing and your eyes expanded behind the mask. You couldn’t believe it. Your feelings being recognized and returned seemed too damn easy. “What-“ “I’ve liked you for almost 3 years now! I just took long as hell to accept it! I do like you and I’ll put it on my fucking life!”

You were frozen in your spot between him. “But it doesn’t make sense. You’ve never seen my face-“ “Yeah well it’s a good thing you have a personality.” He sassed. “I can’t believe you’d think that I would use you like that!” You went into defense mode, “It was the only reasonable answer to me! I don’t know if you know this Katsuki but you’re way out of my fucking league.”

He has never been so offended from a compliment. He opened his mouth to say something, an insult maybe, but he closed it. “Do you like me y/n.”

It was more of a statement than a question. Like it wasn’t your choice to answer, he was demanding you to. Its in these moments you’re glad for the mask. You probably look so disgustingly vulnerable right now, it makes you sick. Who knew being confessed to by your long time crush would make you question your self worth.

You put your head down and smelled him. He was rather close to you now that you thought about it. He had you against a wall with his hands holding your shoulders in place.

Now or never, you thought.

You nodded to him- well more like to his shoes from the direction you were looking. He tilted your chin up to look him in the eyes. Were his eyes always that intense and bright?

“Words.” He commanded. Fuck, this was getting to hard. “I love you too… for four years now.” Your mouth was dry from the words. You felt exposed.

He was suprised, four years. Fucking wow. His heart was racing, maybe even faster than yours. He wanted to kiss you again. And he meant you, not the mask. But he was afraid that’d come off as your original theory of him doing this just to try and see you without the mask.

He flushed his body tight against yours, hugging his arms around your waist and burying himself into your neck. “Mmm,” He groaned, “I wanna kiss you so bad right now. I’ve been wanting to touch you like this for forever.”

You shivered at his words, a long yet short debate ran into your head. The results could be detrimental but whatever. When were you ever completely cautious? “Close your eyes.” Its like he was intoxicated by your proximity, he couldn’t think straight. He hummed a “hmm?” He wasn’t listening, he put his full focus into remembering this feelings of warmth and completeness.

“Katsuki, close you eyes.” It wasn’t timid this time, a demand. He couldn’t bring himself to care enough to argue with you when he was moving to the other side of your neck to inhale there too so he did as told.

He heard you rusting with your mask, pulling it up but not all the way. “Keep your eyes closed.” He could practically see the blush through your words. You grabbed his face lightly, practically pulling him from your neck.

He was about to complain but the feeling of your moisturized lips silenced him. The kiss was soft at first but he couldn’t hold himself back so it progressively got more heated. His tongue slipped into your mouth, ignoring your sharp inhale. You gasped when he picked you up and wrapped your legs around him.

Theres spit dribbling down your chin and you’re blushing so hard you start to think that the mask can’t even cover it.

His hands are placed on both of your asscheeks. He holds you up effortlessly, like you’re nothing but a feather to him. You flinch when his hands grip at your ass unintentionally. You accidentally rut your hips into his at the intimate touch.

Its like a switch was flipped when you did that. He groaned against your lips, a drawn out fuck excaping his mouth.

He had completely forgotten that he had to keep his eye closed when he pulled back. You squealed before covering up the bottom half of your face up again with your hands.

He looked startled as well, mutting a curse word before he put you down. “Fuck, my bad.” He wasn’t sorry. You looked away from him, “s’fine.” Where was all your condescending confidence?! This was starting to make you mad.

“Can I see?” It was blurted out before he could stop it. So much for respecting her boundaries.

You thought for a long moment. FUCK! You needed to man up! You needed to just take this leap and if you tumble, blame a higher power with no correlation whatsoever!

“Fine, needy bitch.” You mumbled. You slowly took away your hand to let him see. Even though it was only your lips, your heart was racing.

He didnt say anything for a long time, it worried you. His head was filled with thoughts.

Her lips. Do I know those lips? So pretty. I get those lips everyday. I wanna see the rest. Will she show me rest? Fuck. Shes so hot. Why am I going crazy over lips? She makes me crazy.

“Can I see the rest?” He was too far now not to ask. Even if you said no it was worth a try.

You thought for a long moment. He noticed that you press your lips together when you think. Fuck it, you thought.

You ripped the mask off so quickly that you had to close your eyes to adjust to the new sight.

He was speechless. You were fucking gorgeous. He didn’t know that he had a type but apparently his type was you. Your e/c eyes were now his favorite color. Everything fit on your face perfectly and you were more than he ever expected. You were his, someone who he’d look at everyday and still feel overwhelmed by their looks.

He couldn’t bring himself to speak with the way he oogled at you. The words were lost in his mouth again. After 4 fucking years he’s finally seen you. And you lived up to every expectation. You started to get nervous with how long he stared. He finally spoke after a lick to his lips.

“You’re beautiful-“ Realization slapped the shit out of him, “WAIT WHAT THE FUCK?!” You flinched, “DAMN COULD YOU NOT BE MORE SUBTLE IF IM UGLY-” “YOURE THE CHEESECAKE GIRL!”

Your face goes blank, a look he loves and knows. “Oh yeah… suprise!” His eye twitches, “So I’ve known you this whole damn time?! And you didn’t fucking tell me?!” You giggled mischievously, “Yep, thanks for the chats customer.”

His fist clenches, “If you weren’t so damn beautiful I’d fucking murder you right now.” “Oh stop it Boss man, dont flatter me.” “No wonder I was so goddamn obsessed with you at the cafe, you were literally my girl.” “Nah, I’m wearing the pants in this relationship, youre my girl.” “Die.”

He loved the way your mouth moves. He loved the way your expressions matched. He loved the way that this was just his secret. He loved the way you revealed yourself to him. And most of all he loved you.

Your mask was suddenly unnecessary with him. You didnt need it anymore. And the facade you put up was dissolved. This was a new chapter in your life. One that would change you and him for the better.

And it made everything worth it.

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oncomingnight · 10 months

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Yandere! Theoretical Physicist

Hello everyone, I hope you've been having an amazing day and night as you deserve. Last night, I watched Oppenheimer and it's my favorite movie of the whole year. It's the type of movie you just have to see in the cinema when you have the chance, the cast is absolutely phenomenal and the soundtrack is beyond incredible, as expected from Christopher Nolan. Now, time to talk writing! I decided to make this very specific original character, I don't think this post will get a ton of recognition but i just wanted to experiment a bit. I hope you all enjoy and never hesitate to send me a request or talk to me in my ask box. I'm here for you all :)!

Every child is naturally curious, constantly grasping at everything and questioning subjects adults have long learned about. But Hans was a particularly curious little boy, asking extremely specific and quizzing questions, stunning his parents that couldn't even muster up a joking answer. This behavior perfectly explained the educational and career path he chose later on in life.

Your husband was a highly renowned man, but that never changed his outlook on life. He was still the charming and disgustingly romantic man that hid a surprise bouquet of roses behind his back each time the two of you had a date night.

Hans isn't ignorant towards his obsessive behavior, he's known for obsessing over his theories so being overly attached to you isn't something he's particularly concerned about. You're his wife...who isn't obsessed with their wife?

Well, other women and men have no effect on him romantically or egotistically, so, sometimes when other people brag about their spouses he's just sitting there like:

"Mhm. Well, yesterday my wife-"

His friends will invite him out for drinks and will try to get him to stay till midnight and he will immediately reject. "Yeah, no, I've gotta get home to the wife."

There's nothing he loves more than eating dinner with you in his office. The atmosphere is messy, ink-stained paper, pens misplaced, discontinued files, but you make it seem like the most peaceful room in the world with your presence. As much as he enjoys his job, it's nice to get away from thinking about such grand things and relaxing with the loveliest woman to ever live.

You.

As he's giving speeches in governmental spaces, he looks for your eyes to find a piece of solace. At times his thoughts can get a bit scattered when he's in front of large crowds, so, your companionship is everything he'll ever need to keep him in check.

There's a running rumor that all theoretical physicists eventually snap and go crazy. For him, this isn't necessarily true..?

I'm a liar.

Well, he has done questionable things to many people that he has and still considers threats. He's put them through extricating "experiments" in the basement at the bottom of your shared victorian home. Experiments aren't necessarily his forte but he'll take any excuse to teach those people a life long lesson.

One night, the two of you were at a birthday party in the home of another highly renowned scientist, a friend of his. Hans decided to leave your side for not even a full minute to go and grab a plate of food for you. He rarely leaves your side but when he just so happens to do so, a random nobody trying to make a name of themselves walks over and attempts to sweep you off your feet.

Oblivious to their flirting, you participate in the conversation with friendly, simple and curt dialogue. What you don't notice is Hans staring at the two of you from the kitchen that is on the other side of the room. He was absolutely furious. On the rare occurrence he leaves you alone, someone comes and takes advantage of the situation for their filthy desires.

He walks on over with a tray filled with tea cakes, tiramisu cubes, mini crepe cakes and cheesecake bars. He wraps his free hand around your waist, squeezes and sternly asks:

"And you are?" The way Hans purposefully makes himself look more intimidating than he already is results in the third party to feel like an immediate outsider, causing them to blurt their name then scurry away.

You harmlessly tease him about being a bit jealous which ignites his dimple ridden smile before he smoothly remarks:

"Please tell me, Bärchen, would that be so terrible? You can't blame a man for fighting to keep a woman like you."

He'd be so entranced as he watched you get ready for any occasion. Putting on moisturizing cream? He's sitting with his face in his palm and observing. Slipping a dress on? He's watching with a teasing smile before offering to help.

He'll see you getting ready, slowly walk up to you as he gently runs his veiny hands up and down your arms before leaning his head onto your shoulder and whispering:

"You look so beautiful, but I'm sure you know that already, hm? Let me help you." "You know how that ends, Hans. We can't run late this time, what about your speech?" "They can wait for me. Let a man show his adoration, m'kay?"

Even when the two of you live together, he finds a way to hide gifts around the house so he can surprise you with them at the right time. There doesn't even have to be a special occasion for him to show up with an edible arrangement, a beautifully boxed gift and a bouquet of yellow roses.

He had to work long and hard to get to the place he's in today, to get the recognition he deserved. He uses his money in an incredibly smart manner. Purchasing new decor for the house and...you might not guess it....booking trips and spoiling you with presents and trinkets.

He never really flaunts the amount of money he has in public, but, your wedding costed an immense amount and he was unapologetic about it. Hans knew you deserved the royal-like marriage celebration you'd always dreamed of, and he was eager to deliver.

This post was inspired by a German actor that I have an IMMENSE crush on. His name is Matthias Schweighöfer (the blondie)

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chargeeboltz · 1 year

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˖⁺‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧⁺˖ shoto todoroki x reader word count: 1773

pretty boy shoto todoroki is viewed as unattainable - not just to you, to everyone who ever sees him. his eyes pierce, his skin almost glows, and his demeanour is arguably cold. that's why your admiration of him is purely that. you wouldn't be stupid enough to develop a crush on him, surely.

wrong, actually. he's agile, lithe, and terrifying, but the current obsession of your brain. always hanging around izuku, or studying, or training. you never really had the time to have made any progress on your friendship aside from being picked for group tasks, and even then you had struggled. social situations are never easy, but they're another realm of difficult when it's todoroki you're socialising with. that's why your hands shake as you cut mushrooms, his voice in your ears as he discusses the latest assignment.

"how are you finding it?" shoto asks, voice void of any emotion as he converses with izuku. izuku laughs lightly and shrugs, admitting he's also struggling, his green hair tied back in what could almost be called a manbun, though it's more of a hopeless ponytail.

"mm, i could be doing better!" he laughs, turning to you. "how are you coping?"

you pause for a second to face him, avoiding shoto's gaze at all costs despite the way he's looking at you like you could qualify for the most interesting thing in the world. "i'm almost done, i just have a few things to finish up, and then i've gotta get it under the word count," you grimace. "i have about 2000 words but it's supposed to be 1500,"

shoto quirks an eyebrow at that. "already? have you been working on it since the second it was assigned?" he asks, leaning back in the chair to look at you. you laugh nervously, suddenly finding the meal you're preparing very interesting.

"i mean, yeah? i don't like being.. behind on things i suppose," you mumble, embarrassed at how little sense you're making. but shoto, the beautiful devil, nods like you made the most sense in the world. his face softens and he stands up, making his way over to you and gently taking the knife from your hand.

"go get it, i'll help you cut down on words," he offers, resuming your chopping of vegetables like it was his job in the first place. you shake your head, but you don't dare to take the knife back off him.

"oh it's no worries! the deadline is like, a week away!" you fret, reaching over him to grab the garlic and mincer. "i need to read over it anyway before i even try to reduce words!" you laugh, and izuku grins at you, noticing the pink of your ears.

shoto frowns and gently crowds your space, all to aware of the way you'd move if he got too close - and you do, moving out of his way and letting him have free reign of the kitchen. "i'll read it, and i'll help you cut down on the word count." he argues, looking you dead in the eyes.

any argument you had dies on your tongue, you just nod and head to your dorm to grab your laptop, baffled about the turn of events today is taking. before presenting shoto your laptop, you quickly make sure everything other than the document is closed, not wanting anything that could incriminate you there - such as the messages between you and ochako about how terrifyingly attractive the boy is. with a huff, you make your way back to the kitchen and place the laptop on the desk. "now let me cook," you say, holding out your hand for the knife.

shoto looks at you and smiles, like he's somehow humoured by your boldness, and he is. he didn't expect you, the girl who stares so intensely at him that he learned to tell your gaze from others, to be so bold with him. he hands you the knife, but also takes your hand in his and guides it to the green onion he was chopping for you.

"here, let me show you how to dice it," he hums, starting to manoeuvre you through the motions, before lifting his hand. "your go," he steps back, crossing his arms over his chest. you make the mistake of turning to look back at him, heat dusted over your cheeks and eyes wide, and your mouth goes dry at the way he's watching you

your hands shake a little as you copy his motions, but it must have been good enough for todoroki because he lets out a little pleased hum and heads over to your laptop, sitting in front of it and starting to read. izuku just grins, wandering over to help with the cooking.

you end up engrossed in a conversation about cooking with izuku, both of you working seamlessly along each other to prep your meal. somewhere along the line, you triple the portion size, intending to give both shoto and izuku a bowl in payment for helping you, and izuku notices this when you go back to chop more mushrooms.

"aw, are we having a triple date?" he teases, and you laugh at him, loud and clear, and it draws shoto's attention back to you for a second.

"no! i just thought i'd make you guys some too, since you're both helping me. it's just soba, it won't be anything too spectacular, but I just, i mean, you don't have to have it!" you laugh, gently nudging izuku, and shoto feels his chest tighten at the combination of you cooking his favourite meal, and cooking him a portion too. you look wonderful to him, hair tied back for cooking, sleeves rolled up, and a defensive look on your face as you bicker with izuku. he swallows, forcing himself to get a grip, and turns back to your paper, trying to drown out one of the prettiest sounds he's sure he'll ever hear - your laugh.

by the time you've finished cooking, shoto has finished reading through your paper and he's cutting the words down for you, so he jumps a little when you place down a bowl of soba in front of him with a soft smile. "there you are, i hope you enjoy it," you murmur, sitting down beside him with your own bowl. izuku has took off to his dorm with his, excusing himself to also work on the assignment.

shoto's mouth waters at the smell, and he smiles graciously at you. "it looks wonderful, thank you," he hums, setting your laptop down to eat. you just beam, a sight that makes shoto's stomach flutter, and tuck into your own food. at the first taste, shoto swears he's fallen in love, and his little groan at the taste makes your stomach do somersaults and your brain go fuzzy for a second.

it's at this moment, you both realise you're utterly fucked. something changes in the air, shoulders pressed against each others as you eat in silence, occasionally exchanging comments about the assignment, or the food, or izuku. before long, you're leaning into his side and he's subconsciously raising the temperature of his left side, and your eyelids are drooping as you relax further and further into his embrace. shoto's hand rests politely on your hip, and he's murmuring to you quietly about your paper, but you're honestly not listening.

he notices, because of course he does, and he just laughs. "something on your mind?" he asks, not really expecting a committed response from you, so it shocks him when you nod.

"why are you, someone so.. unattainable, helping me? you're miles smarter than me, stronger, everything. what do you get out of this?" you ask, a hint of insecurity creeping into your voice. shoto is taken aback, looking at you like you've grown a second head.

"i don't help you because i expect something in return. i helped you and you cooked for me. that was more than i ever expected." he murmurs, gently squeezing your side where his hand lies, and you squirm a little, but you laugh. that's good enough for shoto. "and the food was incredible," he admits.

your stomach flips again, and as you look up at him, you find him looking back at you with a sincere expression. it's enough to give your silly heart hope that he could just maybe like you back, if you were to admit you liked him. luckily, it doesn't come to that, because shoto huffs lightly and squeezes your side again, much lighter

"if you want me to ask for something in return, i can," he murmurs, and you nod lightly, not quite trusting your voice at this point. he just nods back, a subtle and gentle movement so as not to ruin the spell you're both under.

"let me kiss you," shoto asks, his brows pinched together a little, like he's terrified you'll say no, which he absolutely is. you inhale, holding the breath while you process what he's just asked. unattainable, untouchable shoto todoroki has just asked your permission for him to kiss you. as though you'd say no, as though this isn't exactly your dream scenario, as though your daydreams haven't been plagued with thoughts of what it would be like to be the one person who has attained shoto todoroki.

you don't quite give him an answer, but you do lean up and press your lips against his. it's tentative to begin with, but shoto kisses you back, and it doesn't take long before he's pulling you closer and kissing you deeper. the spices from the soba dance across your tongues, and you're pushing him lightly against the couch in an attempt to get impossibly closer to him. he's panting into your mouth, the kisses increasing in intensity before you both pull away for air, staring at each other and seeing him in a way you never have before.

he groans lightly, and this time he notices how your ears turn pink and your breathing quickens, and it takes less than a second for him to tug you back in, kissing you like a starved man. you're both lost in your own worlds, hands roaming slightly, his up your shirt and on the small of your back, and yours gripping his bicep. you only pull away when you need to, and shoto just laughs breathlessly.

"if this is what cooking for you gets me, i'll be your live-in chef," you whisper, huffing out a laugh, and shoto just grins, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"you could always just be my partner instead,"

#mha #bnha #mha hcs #mha headcanons #bnha hcs #bnha headcanons #shoto #shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki headcanons #todoroki #todoroki headcanons #shoto headcanons #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki x you #todoroki x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #chargeeboltz

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evansbby · 2 years

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okay all these scenarios made me think of my own sexy scenario, pervy best friend!Ari😳😌

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, somno, daddy kink, dd/lg overtones, smut, Ari is awful and evil, reader is super innocent, MINORS DNI

Ari’s your best friend who is secretly obsessed with you. Of course, you have no idea because you’re naive like that. Anyways, he likes having “sleepovers” with just the two of you, you know… bc you’re best friends... And he thinks it’s so adorable when you turn up at his doorstep with your little pink backpack filled with your pink plastic toothbrush and your pink heart-print PJs (a birthday gift from Ari) and a bunch of your stuffies bc of course you can’t leave them behind! Your favourite stuffie is clutched under your arm: a fluffy pink monkey called Mr Cutie. Ari bought him for you, obviously.

Anyways, Ari has a lot of fun sleepover activities planned. First, a movie. He deliberately picks one with plenty of sex scenes, and makes you sit on his lap because he’s “feeling cold.” He grinds up against you throughout the film, rocking your hips over him but it’s not a big deal bc you know Ari just gets fidgety, right? Then, he wants you to play with your stuffies while he watches—and he’s only joking when he grabs Mr Cutie and makes him give you kissies. Even when he forcibly spreads your legs and makes the stuffie kiss you down there… it’s all innocent, right? Ari’s just joking… and you feel guilty when you see the wet spot on your PJ shorts… hopefully Ari won’t notice, right?

The next sleepover activity Ari has planned for you guys is massage time. He’s heard about how girls go on spa days, and this is his idea of relaxation. You really want to help out, bc Ari’s on the football team and he’s always taking bad bumps. “This is where I’m hurting the most.” Ari says, guiding your hand to his crotch. And you gasp bc you’ve never touched a guy there before. But it’s just a massage, right? And Ari says his professional masseuse does this all the time. It’s totally innocuous when Ari tells you to rub your hand up and down, tells you how good you’re doing, how he wants you to go faster, how you’re making all his pain go away. “Am I doing this right, Ari?” “Yeah, princess. But you gotta look at me while you do it. And purse those lips for me too. Yeah, just like that. You look so innocent.” “Huh?” “Shhh, baby, just keep going. Daddy’s so close.”

And it’s so funny how Ari refers to himself as “daddy” sometimes. It confuses you, because Ari doesn’t have any kids! When you ask him about it, Ari tells you that it’s a special secret between you and him, and that he’ll tell you why when he knows you’re ready. Which you understand, because Ari always knows best. During yours and Ari’s sleepovers, however, Ari says that you have to call him daddy all night. It’s like a funny game of dare, and if you lose (mistakenly call him Ari instead of daddy) then you have to do a forfeit. Forfeits include: spanking (Ari spanks not only your ass, but your pussy too. And you feel guilty because it feels super nice when he does that). Other forfeits include: “popsicle” — this is a new thing invented by Ari that you guys haven’t tried yet. He says it’s a lot of fun and tests how well you can hold your breath as well as your gag reflex, so you’re excited for this forfeit—whatever it is!

And finally, when it’s time to sleep— you get to pick which side of Ari’s king-size bed you want to sleep on. But it’s strange, you always end up on top of him. Your head on his chest and your legs wrapped around him. You always apologise for being all up in his personal space, but Ari doesn’t mind. Sometimes, when you’re half asleep in the middle of the night, you can feel him moving around, almost frantically. He even jerks and humps against you, and clutches you so tightly. But he’s probably having bad dreams, or something. Which would explain why he moans and groans your name all night. You also have dreams whenever you have sleepovers with Ari — it always feels like there’s something wet and sticky all over you. But when you wake up, it’s always gone. It’s a weird dream to have, specially since you have it every time you share a bed with him. Strange.

You guys do a lot of other things at your sleepovers. Like kissing — Ari says it’s just for fun and that most best friends do this. You don’t know about that, but what you do know is that you look forward to sleepovers with Ari. He’s your best friend in the whole world. He’s so nice and he always looks out for you. He’s a big bad popular college football player but he always makes time for you. You both go to different colleges but he makes sure to visit you or buy you tickets to visit him. That’s why he’s the bestest friend a girl could have. That’s why you’re so lucky. Ari is irreplaceable for you. He’s perfect. He’s your best friend in the whole world and you love him. He’d never treat you wrong— that’s one thing you know for sure.

GAHH OKAY I FEEL LIKE I NEED TO WRITE THIS NOW. LIKE FULL LENGTH.

#Ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #dark ari levinson #Chris evans

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desire-mona · 27 days

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siiiigh. todd autism headcanons because im projecting.

(using they/he/she pronouns for todd in this post. will explain but also if u dont agree i dont care, tw for alcoholism. time period is vague but autism hasnt existed as a legitimate medical diagnosis for all that long, so keep it in mind i guess.)

- cannot for the life of him stand welton's blankets. so itchy, just thin enough to not warm you up enough but still make you sweat, not long enough to cover your entire body. yes im making the blanket line in their poem about actual blankets, a boy needs to vent somewhere.

- beyond terrible temperature regulation, ALWAYS just a little too hot which is made worse by her sensory issues when it comes to wet fabric. constant slight agony and it never really goes away. theyre about 5 minutes away from crying about how uncomfortable they are at all times.

- had god awful handwriting until high school, like his teachers could BARELY read his handwriting it was Bad. OOOOOH OH MY GOD THERES A TRAIN GOING BY I CAN HEAR IT HONKING this is a really ironic thing to be pointing out rn but its sooooo worth mentioning. its still honking this is fun. 🚂. anyway. her parents made her spend an entire summer fixing her handwriting bc that was like the One thing her teachers criticised. its Fine now but their motor function simply doesn't deliver in the handwriting department.

- had a VERY INTENSE special interest in aquatic life + marine biology growing up, like read every book about any ocean animal in any library intense. his parents eventually forced him to abandon it because its "not a good career focus" but he still perks up when anyone mentions fish. once talked neils ear off about the biodiversity of coral reefs for roughly 2 hours, neil took her to an aquarium for their first date. rip todd anderson you wouldve loved spongebob squarepants.

- looooves pets, namely cats, but they have Too Sweaty hands all the time so any animal fur sticks onto their hands and just feels. so awful.

- had a brief period in his 20s where he was definitely an alcoholic, started as a social drinker but got too addicted to the feeling of not having to adhere to social conventions quite as hard, especially around other drunk ppl. eventually went sober after they realised they just Cant Stand the feeling of a hangover anymore. autistic ppl r more likely to develop a dependency on alcohol if we do start drinking. just btw.

- gets a Pretty Expansive vocabulary after actually starting to pursue literature. sometimes his family lightly teases him about using big words but it confuses the hell out of him. its just a word she thought would apply best!!

- soooooo obsessed with what other ppls idea of them is, both in an anxious way and out of genuine curiosity. would never ask ppl what they think of her bc she thinks thats 1) very broad 2) seems compliment fish-y and 3) just gonna lead to "i think ur great/ nice/ whatever filler compliment." but the dream is to sit someone (neil) down and just ask him every single question possible about how he perceives him.

- asks a billion clarifying questions about anything someone asks him to do, gets anxious about how many questions he's asking, tries to just figure it out, freaks out about the possibility of getting it wrong, ends up doing the thing perfectly. weekly occurrence.

- never fully grasped the appeal of religion (most definitely grew up catholic or christian or Something) just bc she could NOT let the lack of proof go. ALSO not an atheist bc the vastness of space scares them out of it. religious beliefs r a weird topic for them.

- suppresses a good chunk of his stims in public bc One total time someone looked at him weird while he was chewing on a sweatshirt string and he was like i gotta stop NOW. eventually develops tics and has to mask THOSE in public too. dear god someone let this girl unmask. also i started ticcing while writing that bc my body does this great thing where i only tic when im reminded of the concept of ticcing. its great and totally doesnt make me think im faking them (faking for who? dunno bc it usually happens when im alone)

- DOES in fact stim around neil bc NEIL STIMS TOO!!!!!!!! joyous day when they found THAT out! gets vocal stims of random lines from whatever play neil is practicing for. YEAA ART THOU THEEEEREE was a vocal stim for a solid week and a half which made neil VERY excited (autistic neil. how i love u autistic anderperry)

- velcro is The most evil vile disgusting material to ever grace this mortal realm. he hates it more than anything ever and i mean that fully. the feeling of BOTH sides, the noise, how easily it comes apart, she hates it all.

this is the gender part

never really viewed gender and gender roles as anything to adhere to beyond the fear of punishment if they dont. finds any social convention relating to gender to be Really dumb and meaningless, bc gender isn't (scientifically) real in any capacity, so why treat it like that? for the longest time just shrugged and said "eh, i guess im a boy" bc thats what she was used to being told, and didn't feel particularly drawn to agree OR disagree. eventually realised on a late night that Wait. i dont Actually care what i am. like yeah im a Male i guess but also im just me. my brain doesnt have a gender and i basically am my brain, right? and then never really thought about it again because that's genuinely how little he cares. adhering the most to canon with that mindset, she never really tells anyone (for obvious reasons on top of the overall apathy) and just lets the he/him happen to her but. in my dream world? agender they/he/she todd anderson. and this is MY blog so those are the pronouns im using from now on. i will forever love talking abt how autistic ppl very often view gender differently than allistic ppl, will forever love talking abt how autistic ppl are more likely to be trans. autism!!!

also yes that entire paragraph is just my view of gender, change the pronouns and the todd mentions and its just me. what of it.

#desire mona #YAYYYYYYYY TODD AUTISM POST #do yall want a seperate autistic anderperry hc post cuz i can do that #genderqueer todd i love you so much #dead poets society #todd anderson #anderperry #the todd spectrum #actually autistic #banger

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saviorellie · 11 months

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wrestler!abby headcannons.

pairing : abby anderson x reader

pov : second person , fem terms for reader

warning(s) : just fluff !!! college au obviii

notes : abbyyyyyy my baby :,)))) i’ve been obsessed with her for so long but recently she’s taken over my every waking thought!!!!!! it hurts my soul that there aren’t more wrestler!abby things on tumblr so i will b your dealer

ooohhsdhsksdh wrestler abby

wrestler!abby goes to your school on a full ride scholarship (super smart)(national championship wrestler)

as much as she enjoys wrestling she’s truly just the sweetest person ever

like on the mat she look soooo scary but as soon as soon as the match is over she’s smiling and shaking hands and giggling

she could never ever try boxing cuz she as violent as wrestling is, she is terrified of boxing because it’s so violent

she would never ever use her size for anything other than good outside of a match

in high school so many people were scared of her cuz she’s tall and strong and shy :((((( so in college she made it her goal to be more outgoing

the first time she hurt someone during a match she cried so hard she almost threw up

literally almost quit wrestling because she felt sooo bad

wrestler!abby’s main way of flirting is picking you up and throwing you over her shoulder

she likes that it makes you laugh (and she likes showing off)

wrestler!abby lovesssss it when you go to the gym with her

even if you’re just sitting there watching, she loves having you there

abby would never admit it, but seeing you at her matches really gets her going

she likes to think you’re her little good luck charm

wrestler!abby’s muscles are always sore so when you run her a bath or rub her shoulders ohhgdhshds

she could cry tears of happiness

most of the time she is super super hyperaware of how much stronger she is than the normal person

but she sometimes forgets how tall and strong she is around people she really trusts (i.e. you)

if it’s just you guys around, personal space does not exist unfortunately

one time, she truly forgot how strong she is and slapped your arm really hard (playfully)(on accident) and you cried (for like two seconds)

she felt terrible i think the words “i’m so sorry” left her mouth at least 25 times

she didn’t touch you for like an hour she was so scared of hurting you again :(((((( poor baby :(((((((

she really is just a giant teddy bear though :(((((

she lovesss standing next to you or holding your hand because she’s so much taller than you and her hand is so much bigger

(biggest size kink ever)(what who said that ??!!!!)

she would never say this out loud but she loves being babied sometimes!!!!!!

*her exes would expect her to be this super strong, super tough person all the time and it really sucked :((((

she loves to be little spoon and to be held and to be called “baby”

wrestler!abby loves the idea of you being her cute little housewife

as much as she loves to be babied she is a provider to her core!!!!

she sees those tiktoks that are like “day in the life as a stay at home girlfriend” and she’s like….. yeah

speaking of being a provider ! wrestler!abby’s love language is 1000% gift giving

just imagine her coming home with the most random shit just because it reminded her of you

i’m tearing up just thinking about it

she never ever lets you do anything by yourself when you’re at home

if she sees you struggling AT ALL !!! she is by your side in 2 seconds

she has like a 6th sense . if you’re struggling with anything she’s like……. something’s wrong

wrestler!abby is sooooofdjkjdhfs overprotective

holding your hand at parties and if you’re going out or putting her hand in your back pocket

every time someone approaches you at a party or at a club, she is staring them downnnn

checking their vibes and what not

now as much as she hates being super violent, more than once has she gotten into as… altercation with a creepy guy at a party

what can i say ! she’s gotta protect her girl !

#abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson smut #abby anderson angst #abby anderson blurb #the last of us #ellie williams imagines #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams the last of us #the last of us 2 #ellie williams #abby anderson headcannons #ellie williams headcannons

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absolutebl · 8 months

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This Week in BL - lots, just LOTS

I thought I would be pretty lean reporting for Oct 2023 but then (for reasons relayed here) the weeklies got saved by a drunk avenging hacker in a hotel room.

Oct 2023 Wk 1

Except I still can't watch IFYLITA, because I use my other computer for it.

Gotta say though, watching tese mostly all in one day (for travel reasons) is beyond even my BL superpowers. I did my best tho.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Dangerous Romance (Fri YT) ep 8 of 12 - Sailom, sweetie, Kang is never sleeping alone again. It wasn't really translated, but Kang's way of speaking in that opening stinger was VERY cutsie. Also the gay sheets have made another appearance. I do have to say that "rich kid problems" is not my favorite story arc, but I still think this is a great Thai BL.

Naughty Babe (Sat YT) ep 6 of 8 - I love that they are finally talking to each other but Yi’s whole personality is shifting. Honestly, this pair is great at kissing and casual touches, but the friendships are the best thing about this franchise. Also Mr Chenne remains my fav character. But where did Diao's baby superhero team come from? And why? This show is very confusing... It’s also not very good.

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) You Are My Soulmate ep 7 - This was the one of the series I was looking forward to the most, because silly, pretty, and v BL. It is, in fact all those things and nothing more. So I'm enjoying it, of course.

Absolute Zero (Thai Weds iQIYI) ep 2 of 12 - I like it, but it feels like it's gonna be so sad. I'm having Promise and Dew the movie flashbacks. Plus 12 eps seems too long for this narrative thread. I am worried.

Venus in the Sky (Tues iQIYI) 6 of 10 eps - This show is so slow it's hardly worth the bandwidth, but we attained "baby is a floppy drunk" and thus a finger bite frustration scene, which was nice.

Only Friends (Sat YT) ep 9 of 10 (not a BL but I'm watching it anyway) - Ray is so mean to Sand. The not-a-thing with Sand & Nick was cute. I’ve had several experiences like that. All my queer friendship groups tend to be incestuous, but sometimes they're just too much of a sibling and trying to sleep with them is the most unsexy thing in the universe. To be fair, I’ve also been in Ton’s position (this ep). Jojo sure makes queer shizz. But also, Ton must have a magic rod with everyone wanting a repeat. (I'm so glad they put Neo in this role, no one else at GMMTV could play him as complex or sympathetic.)

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

You Are Mine (Taiwan Fri Viki) eps 5 of 10 - now officially known by me as "I'm too sunshine for this seme" where our boss is being hella obvious but our cinnamon roll is just too ooey-gooey to notice. Al.though, baby boy, he takes you home, sleeps on top of you, feeds you cookies (IN HIS BED) and keeps you in his space? Surely even this sunshine is catching a few rays of truth?

Gaga's *unintelligible gay murmuring* is my favorite caption EVER.

Also the name of my new ASMR YT channel.

Bon Appetit (Korea Weds iQIYI) 3-4 of 8 - ah gay panic, also what is Korea's obsession with 7 year separations? Is it only true love if you wait 7 years? Dohoon is SUCH a flirt, it's kinda great! Also, since it's Korea, we got us a bit of a love triangle with 2 hyung romances, so I (of course) am torn. Either way Dohoon is going down. I do love how much time we are spending with the food in this drama, finally one that lives up to its name. On an entirely different note, Korean camping is the most bizare thing to me. It's SO damn civilized. There will be NO DIRT. They pack blow torches. And full dinner sets. Every time I see it in a drama, I'm amused.

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - OMG these 2 are so in love with each other, and so ridiculous about it. They're tiny idiots but I love them.

If It’s With You AKA Even If I Fall In Love With You AKA Kimi to nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo’ (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 5 - from MBS a live action adaptation of Kubota Maru’s manga ‘君となら恋をしてみても. Amane has stopped loving people due to trauma until he meets Ryuji. At first Amane just wants to play with Ryuji but… feelings.

I like the odd Japanese mature-childishness in this one. Plus a broken sunshine who is out in a kind of aggresive way and an instinctive caring seme. What's not to love? Well, it's Japan I'm sure it will surprise me one way or another.

Mr Cinderella 2 (Vietnam Sat YT) ep 3 of ? - the cray cray step brother quazi incest is a bit much for me. Why does VBL just suddenly get so unhinged like this?

Kiseki: Dear to Me (Taiwan Tues Viki & iQIYI) ep 9 of 13(?) - resumes next week

It's Airing But...

I Feel You Linger in the Air (Fri grey) ep 8 of 12 - I will try to watch 8-12 and do a series review when I get back in November but... not sure I will be able to. Fingers crossed.

Love in Translation (Sat iQIYI) ep 8fin - I will complete and drop a review in Nov.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - 4th installment in this series (1st series, 1 special, 1 movie prior) about a lawyer who lives with his boyfriend, a hairdresser, and cooks for him. I find thie series more fun to binge, som I'm waiting until it completes its run.

I Cannot Reach You AKA I Can't Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai (Japan Tues Netflix-Japan & ????) - in classic JBL fashion, I Cannot Reach You could not be reached.

Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine? AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka? (Japan cinema release in-country only) - This one is a movie from Japan so in customary fashion who tf knows when (or if) it will get international distribution. Salaryman Ayumu Koiwai just can't tear his eyes away from the strong, muscular man as he checks on the stocks of the vending machine in his office.

In case you missed it?

Crazy Handsome Rich (Sun Gaga) Apparently ended its run I DNFed this at ep 3. So no review from me.

My Beautiful Man: Eternal AKA Utsukushii Kare Eternal (Japan movie Viki & Gaga) - Play it again Sam, only I'm kinda tired of this song. I was v dramatic tho. And it's always nice to be reminded JBL can kiss when it puts its mind to it. 8/10

Next Week Looks Like This

Upcoming October BL

10/31 SHADOW (Thai VIU ????) - this is a horror BL featuring ghosts and other paranormal elements in a high school setting. I'm not wild about Thai horror (or horror at all, but if it must be done in BL let Japan do it). It features Singto (who did paranormal BL He's Coming to Me) opposite Fluke N (who's done a couple horror's before). Also Fiat. Dan suffers from sleep paralysis, and in his dreams he sees a shadow that suffocates him. It gets worse when he transfers schools.

10/? Bump Up Project AKA Bump Up Business (Korea ????) - BL staring OnlyOneOf that released(??) as a movie in July but is now being recut and reissued as a series. Stars NineMill and from Idol Romance bulled as a love story between a trainee who is about to debut and a celebrity from the same agency (based on a webtoon). OnlyOneOf have been auditioning for this since Libido IMHO. You can watch me chronicle their BL MV work in this post. Idol Romance will do sad but can do good kisses (Wish You, Nobleman Ryu, Once Again, Kissable Lips, Poongduck 304, Tasty Florida, Tinted With You) but I don't think we will get any in this. After that OmegaX Shoulder bullshizz buisness I am very wary of this show.

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED).

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

I've seen this Chinese drama like... no wait... okay it's like EVERY Chinese drama ever.

(both Mr Cinderella 2)

I only got to watch this scene and the bath, but bot were pretty darn good! I Feel You Linger in the Air

There's only one bed but they slept together on the floor anyway. One of BL's oddest tropes.

I do love a finger bite. (both Venus in the Sky)

Good advice

(Naughty Babe)

(Last week)

#this week in bl #bl updates #bl reviews #My Beautiful Man Eternal Review #currently airing bl #new bl #utsukushii kare #bl 2023 #Thai BL #Taiwanese BL #Korean BL #Japanese BL #live action yaoi #I Feel You Linger in the Air #Mr Cinderella 2

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sunbeamstress · 5 months

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i've noticed an increasing trend in game names that are like

TITLE OF GAME: ENTIRE OTHER SEPARATE TITLE OF GAME

and it's kinda fascinating to see! i'm a little obsessed with naming trends, names themselves, and their natures, being a subject of endless personal fascination; for most of my entire life, works of media in the US were typically given just a single TITLE. if you make a sequel, that's TITLE 2. if you make a spinoff? sometimes it's a different TITLE, but sometimes it's TITLE: SUBTITLE.

except now we have tons of games in the public space that are called TITLE: SUBTITLE as singular works!

the evolution of the SUBTITLE component of these names is so interesting. usually it was something descriptive that hinted the work was derivative (The Elder Scrolls: Daggerfall; Banjo & Kazooie: Nuts & Bolts; Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty; etc.), but the SUBTITLE's role is changing.

here's a fun trend: games with simplistic (possibly difficult to trademark) names, with a tacked-on subtitle whose job it is to better illustrate the primary title

is "smalland" the actual name of the game, or do we say "smalland: survive the wilds" every time in accordance with the 2005 Pimp Named Slickback ruling? do you say "divinity original sin" as a singular noun or are you meant to inject a little micro-pause where the colon should be?

better yet though, what if the SUBTITLE didn't have to clarify the TITLE? what if it could just be a whole-ass other name for the game?

i totally get why you can't just name your game "metal," that isn't what makes this game name so deliciously weird. the name's components are clearly related, but they seem to point to different spheres of information.

what is this game actually called? do you just call it "metal hellsinger"?

is "metal" meant to hint at the musical lexicon and the game is just "hellsinger"?

is the main character the hellsinger and is she herself implied to hellsing?

does "metal:" imply that this is a singular title in the Metal series?

what if they make a sequel with an EDM or a rap soundtrack? do we get "Drill: Barspitter"? actually i'd play the shit out of that.

btw you should try this game, it fucking rips and it's on sale for like USD$12 right now

by this point i think i got across what i was going for, so now we're just taking a tour. this one's fun because both of these are pretty good names for games, but they couldn't seem to settle on one so they just took both. i respect it!

bleak faith is a game of putting on airs; it wears the trappings of a soulsborne but like most derivative soulsbornes, it assigns its own rules to combat, character building, etc.

it also wears the trappings of my favorite TITLE: SECOND TITLE naming convention, but decides to toss the rules out the fucking window. there is no other Bleak Faith game, so this isn't simply the "Forsaken" offering of that series. and "Forsaken" kinda illustrates "Bleak Faith" like, a little? it pays lip service to it? they both give vaguely Judeo-Christian vibes but honestly the Forsaken bit isn't pulling a lot of weight here.

if Read Only Memories glommed on to two perfectly serviceable titles, this is a great example of a game that really only needed one. "Bleak Faith" sounds pretty cool; "Bleak Faith: Forsaken" sounds like i'm about to enjoy 2-3 hours of a 20-hour indie title

and yet Faith: The Unholy Trinity says "ah but what if the game's primary title was so meaningless you literally couldn't even hold it in your head?" i don't know about you but i am looking at this screenshot i took from Steam myself, i'm reading the name, and my brain is still telling me that this game is called "The Unholy Trinity."

now we're talking! these ones are fun because the subtitle isn't a subtitle at all, it's describing what the game is like - and yet you gotta have it there. it's a style thing.

remember when you'd fire up Metal Gear Solid and it'd SLAM the title on the screen and then there was that stylish "TACTICAL ESPIONAGE ACTION" thing at the bottom alongside some minimal katakana? fucking peak aesthetics

this is a game name that feels like there should be a colon there. it absolutely should be called "Bomb Rush: Cyberfunk". artistic integrity, and a less-than-subtle nod to the precursor (Jet Set Radio) have rescued this title from the Tyranny of the Colon.

unfortunately the latte i made this morning has not rescued me from the Tyranny of the Colon, so if you'll excuse me this is probably a good place to stop

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Alright whose ready to see my lose my mind over continually more ridiculous au ideas? Trick question your gonna see it happen anyway (I have. so much bullshit. i have an entire other au that I havent posted about yet and i am thinking. about the re7 au again brother. I have fallen into the pits don't come save me or I'll drag you down too).

also jesus FUCK @moosemonstrous coming in clutch again with both star wars knowlege and the ability to actually remember things beyond a day and a half of talking about them THANK YOU.

STAR WARS AU

The Jedi originally came to Tatooine looking for Gabe. Sensing his strength with the light side of the force they thought he would be a prime candidate for training. Unfortunately for them, Robbie and Gabe are a package deal. They begrudgingly allowed him to come along as well because he is also force sensitive, but a little older than they would usually let in for training. Robbie agrees to because 1. if he just says no who KNOWS if they'll just take Gabe away forcefully and 2. STEADY FOOD SOURCE. ROOF OVER THEIR HEADS. ADAQUATE MEDICAL CARE. NO MORE FUCKING SAND. He doesen't trust these people as far as he can throw them but FUCK anything must be better than here.

During a sparring session another padawan purposefully infuriates Robbie, causing him to reach out to the dark side. He nearly kills the other padawan with the strength of his outburst. It then becomes EXTREMELY EVIDENT that Robbie is VERY strong with the dark side of the force. As a result of this outburst, one of his eyes gets the usual 'sith look', he gets special training to try and suppress those feelings, and he gets permanent pariah status in the Jedi Temple (I have. plans. i am being vague on purpose because FUCK I want to draw this scene in my head so bad but I also want to get this out to yall in the same month so it will be coming later. my dramatic bitch syndrome demands it).

After the clone wars get started (he's around 16 at this point) the Jedi realize that they need more people to fight. Robbie, though being previously disqualified for his history, is accepted for training and assigned Jedi Knight Johnny Blaze as a master.

Unfortunately, along the way Johnny starts picking up more solo missions and eventually disappears about 6 months in and everyone thinks he's defected (he's spying on the sepratist's for the republic). Which MEGA sucks for Robbie because 'holy shit the unstable padawans master defected' is getting thrown around and thats really not great. He wanders off deep into the temple where he can hopefully find a place to throw his feelings around in peace and stumbles into the artifact room, which opened in response to sensing the dark side. Bad news, you cant use the same method to get out.

Even MORE unfortunately one of these sith artifacts starts talking to him. After telling him how to get tf out of the vault and convincing Robbie that things are about to get bad ('I FELT what you could to out there kid do you REALLY think they're gonna let you stay? You gotta get out of here. And if you take me with you I can guide us to a ship they can't trace')

So Robbie sets out to run away, fully planning on taking Gabe with him and gets second thoughts while packing to which Gabe goes 'fuck that were GOING' (he's like. 11. But he'll be damned if Robbie goes somewhere and leaves him who knows how long). While escaping via unauthorized ship takeoff, Elis holocron makes it look like Robbie has fully gone to the dark side and there are clones sent to stop him.

Robbie responds by using the force to throw another ship at them and escapes with Gabe. Now they're both on the run. Robbie wanted by the jedi council for kidnapping, and Gabe wanted back to complete his training.

Eli died as a dark side user and a wannabe Sith. He never really graduated into full sithhood and spent most of his time working for Senator Ivanov and his dealings in Hutt space. He was OBSESSED with the prospect of immortality and sought ways to survive even after death.

When he was used as a scapegoat by Ivanov (he reported Eli to the Jedi council to make him look a little less suspicious), his back up plan of imbuing a holocron with his force presence was put into use. He's been sitting gathering dust in a vault of darksided relics for the past 10 years, just waiting for his chance to get out.

Gabe is an EXCEPTIONAL student in the Jedi temple. He enjoys learning about the force and how to use it, and for the most part gets along with his peers. His mobility aid has been improved since Robbie first built it for him out of scraps he was allowed to take from working on ships on Tatooine. Some days are still better than others, and there are times when a wheelchair is more appropriate, but generally the braces are good for daily use.

He is VERY defensive of his brother and absolutely will not hear a bad word said about him (many bad words are said about him. everyone things Gabe is incredibly sweet, but also to blinded by his love for his brother to see that he poses a threat). It very much so does frustrate him, he's just better at dealing with those feelings then Robbie is.

Anakin gets his fun force choking so I think that Robbie should get something fun and funky and special too so enter: JAW BREAK!! Yes it is very ring inspired but I wanted to make it MORE. So fuck it he rips the whole jaw off its hinges I think this would also probably kill you very dead.

Plus some doodles because brainrot brainrot brainrot brainrot

#ghost rider star wars au #FUCK. WORDS NOT WORDING WELL TODAY. THIS COULD BE BETTER IM SORRY #THIS IDEA MAKES ME UNWELL IM GONNA POST MORE ABOUT IT #AAAAGAGGHHHHHHH #AAAGH #ghost rider #robbie reyes #gabe reyes #eli morrow #my art #sketch

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Mansk with his Chubby Human Female SO

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I just love him so much. Requested by @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed 🤗 (Connecting some of the ideas with my original Mansk SO hcs) Also I gotta mention Lopez in the background always raising his arms and cheering, like.. could he get any more adorable?

He was intrigued by the food that had gradually gotten better and better in the chow hall, so he'd worked up his courage to go talk to the head chef, you.

When he went into the kitchen, it was after mealtime, and everybody was cleaning up their spaces. You were in the corner, looking high and low for the item you needed for the next day.

Stress worked its way through you as you realized it was on the highest shelf and you planted your hands on your hips as you contemplated how best to get it down. A blue hand stretched over your head, reaching for it and carefully passing it to you.

He started coming to the kitchen every night, slowly opening up to you and your coworkers. He helped clean and prep food for the next day and became a part of the team.

He was so nervous to ask you out, unsure if you liked him or were just being kind. That only made him more surprised when he showed up and you thrust a box into his face. When he opened it to find a "Kiss the Cook" apron and saw your bright red face, he blushed to match. You stood there awkwardly together until you pulled him down to press your lips to his.

Loves to help out in the kitchen as much as he can

Has a primal need to make sure you're well fed. Especially adores your tummy because it shows he's doing his job right.

Ears wiggle happily when you compliment his food. Same with the tail.

Adores your curves and the way you fill out your formal dress or jumpsuit for the military ball.

Needs you in his lap with his arm around your waist, especially around the other recoms. Will subtly mark his territory.

Loves how soft your thighs are. Your lap is his favorite place to sleep and where he feels the safest.

NSFW Below

One night in the kitchen, you kept brushing against him, turning around with your hand up to tap his thigh but ended up grabbing him because you were looking in the other direction.

Cue a very horny Mansk. He just needed to get you alone by then.

100% guaranteed to scoop you up, mutter goodbye to the rest of the crew and then rush down to your room.

Whenever you wear a dress, he loves to slowly push the straps down and kiss all over your shoulders and across your clavicles

Falls back on the bed and gets so shy at that point so you grab his chin and tell him to put his cock in you.

The first time you ever took charge, his body shivered all over and he came as soon as he got inside you.

Loves cockwarming especially first thing in the morning. When you wake up before your alarms, he brings you down on top of him, holding you against him. Growly moans whenever you squeeze around him.

Thiiighhhh worship! Will stay between your legs overstimulating you just to keep them wrapped around his ears.

Whines quietly when you're around the other recoms and you stroke his ears. Constantly adjusts when you grab the end of his tail and wrap it around your arm. He hides it well most days but he is gone for you by the simplest touch.

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bengiyo · 11 months

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Be My Favorite Ep 6 Stray Thoughts

Last week, this show put me on my back foot when it asked me to be kind. So much of last week was about people choosing to be kinder to one another and that choice paying forward for the recipient. Kawi is building a genuine friendship with Pear. Pisaeng went to a gay club for the first time and saw Max. Max read the baby gay for being self-centered, but then softened it with good advice. Kwan encouraged Not to give Kawi just a little bit of encouragement after asking him to sign the book she had already panned. They subverted the rooftop confession by having Kawi gently turn Pisaeng down. Kawi actually sang and now is part of a band. I’m actually invested in this show now. Was not expecting that.

Hey, Kawi’s smiles are starting to look genuine.

It’s sad that this is probably the first time Kawi ever expressed his worries about his dad.

I know we better save Kawi’s dad’s life. Kob Songsit is one of the most reliable BL dads.

I like that Max is a prickly queer. You gotta establish boundaries with baby gays because they can glomp on way too hard.

Oh. I see. Pisaeng’s family isn’t just rich, they’re “comfortable.” Curious how Max will feel about Pisaeng having a complicated relationship with his mom, or the reveal that anyone with that level of wealth is involved in crimes.

Pear’s house was used in Dark Blue Kiss and Bakery Boys I’m pretty sure.

I am having a lot of feelings about this scene with Pear asking her dad to help Kawi’s. I’m sick, and one of my friends reached out to his doctor parents to get me into care. I don’t think I’d be alive without their help.

Oh, Kawi. Now is the time to be strong and tank the embarrassment. It isn’t bad that Pear knew what you wanted to ask. It’s actually good that Pisaeng told her. She was there as an advocate with you. The mission is your dad’s health, not your ego.

Okay, I do like this show finally acknowledging that all these arguments people have are so loud that other people definitely know what they’re saying. I love Max.

Max is speaking my thoughts. I will let him write the rest of this post.

“I will not apologize for doing what I thought was best to help you with a serious problem. However you feel about it, I will accept it,” is really something I think we could use more of in the West. I feel like we as Americans are obsessed with ‘winning the conversation’ as a concept, and I think it makes us inherently combative.

This Kawi reveal about the source of his anger is giving, “I’m angry at myself.”

Not sure where I sit on Pear and Not as a pairing.

I get how repressed Kawi is and everything, but don’t kiss a man who has confessed to you while you’re drunk. There’s no turning back now. And then he falls asleep! This messy spaghetti ass boy!

Pisaeng going from an emotionally-complicated queer encounter directly into a closeted conversation with his mom as he has to figure out in the morning how to explain Kawi’s presence is giving me intense emotional flashbacks.

Okay, this show broke me. Pisaeng is not stupid. Pisaeng has always known who he is. His mother manipulated him deep into the closet when he was 15, and he knows it. His mom is using his own community against him. Some of you may be shocked that his mom has gay people turning on each other, but there is a long history of the police infiltrating gay spaces and threatening people convictions to turn them into informants. This is the sickest thing I think we’ve seen in a long time from GMMTV. I am deeply appalled. I will have to blog about this because this is so evil. The weaponization of our own community into surveilling and reporting on each other makes me so angry. That she is also publicly progressive enough that a person like Max admires her also infuriates me.

Nevermind. Fuck Not. Why is he speculating about Kawi’s sexuality to Pear? This is not how you flirt.

Ah, we’re back to the time travel portion of the plot. I’m curious what Pisaeng does with this knowledge.

I like Pisaeng. Despite everything going on, he’s still focused on the important thing: Kawi’s dad.

I do think it was important for Kawi to speak directly to Pear’s dad about getting help for his father, and not letting it just be a favor Pear begged for.

I’m so glad Kawi went to Pear as well to apologize for running out on her. She’s incredibly understanding and I hope she finds happiness and fulfillment.

I often talk a lot about the relationship with gay boys and their moms, but I also have strong feeling about boys and their fathers. Kawi admitting that he feels no need to improve himself if his dad won’t get to see it hits me to my core. I love my dad. He and I get along great. I need to call him later today once I watch Strange New Worlds. I get this.

I don’t mind Pisaeng letting Kawi know he’s willing to wait for him to sort his feelings.

I am going to have to write a separate post at some point this weekend. I am not in the read headspace now to talk about the rage flowing through my veins right now at a businesswoman with political ambitions gaslighting her own son into staying in the closet, and then using her own queer employees to surveil him. For those of you new to marginalized spaces, enforcement organizations have infiltrated our spaces forever and turned our own people against us. This was especially easy queer spaces because white men were threatened with losing access to whiteness. I cannot overstate how evil this is and how unexpected it is for me to have a GMMTV show NOT from Golf going directly into this.

#be my favorite #be my favorite meta #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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Just Share The Damn Bed (Smut) +18

TouchStarved!Murray Bauman x Dark!Fem!Reader

Summary: You’ve got serious daddy issues. But is it really a bad thing? Especially if it allows you to be bold enough to seek a new daddy in your whacky mentor, Murray Bauman. You visit his home in hopes of showing him how badly you want him.

Word Count: 6.8k+

A/N: Oh, Boy. This is a long one. DARK FIC. The reader is an unhinged stalker with daddy issues and obsessed with Murray. It has slight elements of Stephen King’s “Misery” and Netflix’s “You” just because of the crazy stalker dynamics. Hear me out! This dilf right here can give great dick. I have no doubts about it. So this will be FILTHY AF AND FUCKED UP because I know this grumpy teddy bear 🧸 will make sure his woman is taken care of because he’s such a pleaser. Ya’ll gotta give my boy some love.

TW/Warnings: slight NON CON, DUB CON, mentor/apprentice relationship, mentions of stalking, constant unwanted sexual advances, graphic language, dry humping, alcohol consumption, marijuana use, Murray speaks some Russian, emotional abuse (reader threatens self harm), threats of harming others, exhibitionism, footjob, ddlg, spit kink, 69, doggystyle, reader getting folded like a pretzel 😊, passionate/rough p in v sex, hand over mouth during sex, breeding kink, creampie, body/body hair worship, cock worship, light brat/brat tamer, light sub/dom elements, praise kink, Murray’s chain 🤤, age gap (Murray 40, Reader 20+), cuddles, kissing, aftercare, reader needs therapy, past child neglect

You’ve always had a fascination with Murray Bauman. As an aspiring investigative journalist yourself, when you first read his article on the strange disappearance of Barbara Holland, you appreciated the fact that he didn’t shy away from calling out the ones hiding in the shadows and covering up these events.

You made it your goal to find him when he’d gone off the map. You were always so good at tracking people down it’d been in no time when you found his secluded warehouse. When you met him in person, you’d sat in his couch looking up at him in eager admiration. You’re hopes were to gain some knowledge as a young college student, planning on making a big statement in the media world. Then, you were instantly drawn to his eccentricity. You liked older men but he was different from the men you’d usually mess around with. He’s intelligent, quirky, caring, and brave. So many qualities that you found to be so attractive.

Murray had trust issues; a thing most people working in the investigative field obtain. Especially when he’s written work that has exposed a lot of important people possibly looking to retaliate. When Murray finally took you under his wing and allowed himself to confide in you, you knew that he’d fully trusted you by then.

Tonight you needed him. Bad. More than anything else at the moment. You’ve waited patiently. You’ve witnessed him set up couples like Jonathan and Nancy and even Hopper and Joyce with little regard for his own love life. But you noticed the way his hands would linger over yours as if it craved just a millisecond more of the heat your skin gave off. You could tell that he spent restless nights in bed wanting someone to fill the empty space next to him. You’ll be that someone. You’ll let him use you however you wanted. All that you will asked of him is that he will love you.

He’s been avoiding you though. Ever since, you showed up to his home unannounced in an attempt to seduce him, he’s been distant. He stressed keeping things professional between you two but if he knew just how good you’d be for him, he’d never push you away again.

Tonight you were going to show him your absolute devotion to him. You were a nice blue dress that accentuate your curves and underneath: a lacy white thong.

You knocked on his door. Bottle of vodka in one hand and a joint in the fist of the other. After a long wait, Murray had answered the door.

“Oh, hey,” Murray says, genuinely surprised. He gestures you to come in. You walk in noticing that he’s in the middle of cooking. ‘Perhaps for a hot date.’ You fumed. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here tonight. Hadn’t seen you in days so I figured you’d long forgotten me.”

“You’d have known if you weren’t ignoring my calls.” You retort, plopping yourself on his couch.

Murray hangs his head low. “Right. Uhh. I’m really sorry about that. I just——”

“No, it’s fine really,” You interrupt. “I was a bit forward. But I don’t like that you’ve been avoiding me. I still want to us to be friends. I know I’ve made it awkward between us. I just didn’t expect that it would cause you to stay away. I’ve been wanting to hang out but you’ve never been available.”

“That’s because I was just really busy all week. I wasn’t avoiding you,” He defends. So he wasn’t a complete liar but he was a liar, nonetheless. He was busy but he’d purposefully kept himself busy so he couldn’t face you. You knew this because you kept up with his schedule and his whereabouts. “I wanted to make time for you,” He catches himself and quickly tacks on. “To help you with that paper.”

“I finished the paper. It was so good in fact that the’d like to give me a full ride to their university in New York.”

His eyes widened, arms crossed, and mouth hung open before curling into a smile. “Really?! That’s phenomenal! You must be super excited.”

“I was. Then I told my father and my mood completely went sour. He never gives me credit for anything I do. Not a congratulations. Not an ‘I’m proud of you’ speech. Just a shrug and went right back to drinking and watching sports.”

Your parents were neglectful. Mother having abandoned you before you could even walk. Father practically inactive and deadbeat. He only care to gamble on sports and drink. He never care for your well-being or your whereabouts. You had to grow up rather quickly to survive your situation. When he learned of your plan to pursue journalism instead of nursing, he denounced you as his own child, letting it slip one day that he never wanted you in his life.

You couldn’t care less that he was now drinking himself to death, poisoning his own liver. You’d forget him. You have plans for a new life and it all begins with the man in your presence right now.

“The goddamn bastard.” Murray sits on the couch seat beside you, a hand on your knee.

“I came here to celebrate my success with you. I won’t be staying in this dump of a town anymore so I wanted to thank you for making it all bearable. I got some alcohol, some weed——”

“Weed?! Look…I’d love to celebrate with you but it’ll probably have to be tomorrow. I’m having someone over…” Murray begins. Your heart drops into your stomach. “My mother,” Murray finishes and you could finally breathe again. “She’s pestered me forever about never coming to visit her. And I decided it was a bright idea for her to come visit me instead. Although I didn’t exactly think of the horrifying implications of her knowing where I live. Sweet woman but can be prone to extreme decorating.”

You didn’t know much about his mother. You’d picked up some clues that they were close. You’d also understood that she would call his phone a lot to the point where she would he’d left a voicemail about the times between the day when she could call also a symptom of Murray’s paranoia.

You laugh. “Extreme decorating?”

“Yes. It’s a very real condition. One moment, my place’ll look like this then the next I’m walking into what looks like a show room and somehow she’s got a whole team of interior designers under her. It’s an interesting sight.”

“She sounds lovely. I think we’d get along fine.”

“You mean, you want to stay and meet her? Are you sure? She can be quite intimidating. Especially if she gets the wrong idea about us.”

“I’m from Chicago, Bauman. Nothing scares me anymore.”

“Well, if you do plan on staying, may I please ask that you get rid of the pot?”

“I was just thinking that.” You stood up, pulling the lighter from the pocket of your coat before heading back to seat next to Murray. You flicker for the fire, lighting up the joint and taking a deep inhale. You pressed your thumb and index on each side of his cheek making his lips form an ‘o’ then blowing the smoke directly in his mouth for him to inhale. Your lips a few inches away.

“My mother will be here in 30 minutes. Not because she lives far. She just loves to window shop. If we subtract that, then she’ll be here in 10 minutes. I can’t be stoned out of my mind around her.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“I’ve never smoked marijuana.”

You shot him a look, unconvinced.

“Okay. I have. But it was back then. Woodstock days, ya know. Only did it for a fun time to blend in with the masses. Pot was a lot less potent those days and I was tripping balls. I can only imagine how much of a fool I’d make of myself now.”

You scoot closer to him. “Maybe you were with the right crowd. The ones who you know would take care of you when you’re out of it. I’ll take care of you.” You hand the joint over to him. He hesitates but takes the joint and takes his puffs.

“We can finish this off and then I’ll help you cook and set up,” You assured him. He nods, letting himself relish in the effects of the joint. You can’t help but smile at how relaxed he looks. You love the moments where he choose to be vulnerable. “See doesn’t that feel good.”

“Yeah, it actually does. It’s calmed my nerves by a mile.”

“What would the fantastic Murray Bauman be nervous about?”

He looks at you for a split second then looks away handing you the joint. “It’s nothing. Just anxious to see my mother. She’s wanted me to settle down, have some kids, be something…Feel like I’ve failed in all those departments.”

“No way! She’d be so proud of you. Something my father couldn’t even fake in my case. Your mother clearly loves you based off the countless times I’ve seen her call you,” And she does call a lot. Based off the evidence you’d retrieved when you went through his house phone’s call history. “And if you hadn’t written that story about Hawkins Laboratory, I’d of never had the courage to continue pursuing my career. You’re more influential and successful than you think. In fact, I’ll even brag to your mother about how great you are even though she’ll already know that.”

“Thanks. You really know how to make an old hermit feel better,” He smiles widely. “And don’t let your father get to you about your career path. You did what you love. That’s all that matters. Screw ‘em.”

‘Screw me.’ You pleaded in your mind.

“You know I could use some cheering up, too.” You say after another drag of the joint.

“How can I be of assistance? I’ve got dad jokes galore.” He jokes.

You climb onto his lap, settling your core over his crotch. He looks up at you, confused. “I don’t need a dad. I need a daddy.”

He chokes on his spit. “Pardon?”

You put out the joint on the ashtray. “My father couldn’t give me any credit for my hard work. Even if he did I wouldn’t of cared because I’d feel more accomplished if it were you praising me instead. So please, daddy, tell me I did a good job.”

Murray is speechless, bumbling out incoherent sentences that were meant to protest this interaction.

“Tell me I’m your good girl.” You stroked his beard, moving your hips to grind lightly against the bulge forming in his pants.

“My mother will be showing up soon,” His voice is high-pitched as if he’s keeping himself from moaning. “Perhaps, ya know, we should talk this through first.”

“I won’t get off you until you tell me something. Anything. I want to know I did good.” You needed the validation from him so badly or you’d ask the world to swallow you whole.

“You…did…good. So fucking good.” He pants out. Each time your core would pass over the clothed sensitive tip of his dick, it would further take his breath away.

You move your lips so that they ghosted over his before swiping your tongue over his lips. He parts them, giving you access to slip your tongue in. You both moan into the kiss and you ground harder against him.

Your hands grip as his dark locks and he groans against your mouth at the action. His hands had palms-full of your ass cheeks guiding you over his hardness. You deepen the kiss wanting to commit his taste to memory.

Beep!Beep!Beep!

The fire detector goes off. Light smoke fills the air. Murray breaks the kiss and you whine at the loss. He lifts you off his lap and you take a moment to relish in his strength and the way his firm hands gripped your waist before plopping you down on your original seat. He runs towards the kitchen.

You sigh, wanting to through a fit at the interruption. Instead, you stood up and made your way over to kitchen as well.

“Everything okay?” You questioned.

“Yeah. Luckily, I caught it on time,” He shakes his head in disapproval. “Might be a little over done. Mother’s not gonna be happy when she sees her recipe butchered this way.”

“I’m sure it’s still delicious. I’ll begin setting up the table. And you could do anything you can to salvage this meal. Deal?” You wink and smile.

“Deal.” He smiles back.

This was the glimpse of a life you could have with him. Sweet and domestic. His mother would be proud to know Murray has a woman who cares so much for him. You were sure she’d like you.

Immediately after you’d set the table, a knock is on the door. Murray double check through his security measures before confirming it’s his mother then answered the door.

“Look at my handsome man.” The woman exclaims, putting her arms out for an embrace. Murray’s mother was quite elegant looking. She was youthful looking for her age. The warm smile she carried and the lavender cardigan and white pants combo accentuating her youth.

“Mom! Glad you made it safe. I know the cold weather’s been a little brutal. It’s great seeing you. Come on in. Dinner’s soon to be served, ” He takes her things and coat. “Also I’d like for you to meet my…friend, Y/N. I’m mentoring her. She’s a writer like me.”

“It’s a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Bauman.” You smiled.

“And it’s pleasure meeting you as well. Gosh, you’re so beautiful. I assumed Murray would’ve introduce you as his girlfriend.”

You giggled at her commment. ‘So she too can see how good I’d be for you. If only you did, too.’

“Mom.” Murray sighs.

“I’m only teasing.” She laughs.

He escorts her to the kitchen, pulling out a chair for her to sit. “I made risotto, mom.”

“Sound delicious,” She beams before turning his attention to you. “Murray’s always been quite the chef. Ever since he was a boy. Always was a big helper in cleaning up, too.”

You take your seat beside her, smiling “He’s a keeper.”

Once the food had been distributed the three of you quipped jokes and told stories as if it were all too familiar. You’d even drunk the vodka together.

“Ya know, I was like Jane Fonda back in my time, sticking it to the man. Stood up for the rights of women and of all people regardless of race. I’ve had my fair-share of run ins with the law for wanting to expose injustice. I’m glad to see that drive continue in my boy. And in the younger generations.” Mrs. Bauman says the last part, pointedly, at you.

“The world’s in good hands. I see great things my generation can accomplish. That’s why this full ride is so important to me. I can grow my career and write about the things that matter.”

“I wish you the best of luck, Y/N. You’ll do great things.” She genuinely expresses. You were ecstatic. If only she knew you were planning to take her one and only son all for yourself. You were going to convince him to move away with you tonight.

You look over at Murray, now in deep conversation with his mother. He looked so handsome tonight. So appetizing. You were feeling naughty. You removed one of your heels,lightly trailing your foot up his leg. You watch him jolt at the action.

“You okay, sweetie?” Mrs. Bauman asks, concerned.

“Ughh, yes.” He shoots you a look.

You smile back at him, innocently. Your foot rested on top of his crotch, rubbing his erection through his jeans. The deliciously harsh friction of the denim against his cock forces him to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning.

“You look a little pale, Murray. You sure you’re alright?” You ask, trying to hold back a devious smile.

He shoots another angry look in your direction. “Just a little chilly.” Was all he could muster out.

He discreetly reaches for your foot. Feeling the soft bottom pad of your foot against his fingers, he could only imagine how soft it’d feel against his skin. He quickly shakes off the thought, attempting to pull you off. You wouldn’t budged, pressing harder against him and circling your first toe around where you assumed his engorged tip to be. He shudders, sensitive to the touch. This was good to know for the next phase in your plan.

“Maybe we should wrap up dinner for tonight. We could watch a movie and then call it a night.”

“That sounds like a great idea!” Murray shouts, probably a little to loud, shooting up from his chair and cutting the control you had over him.

“Wonderful! Son, you’ll help me with these dishes in the kitchen. And as for you, dear, you can relax maybe prepare a vhs for us to watch.” Mrs. Bauman says resting a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you sure? I could help. It would be no issue.”

“No, no. You’re Murray’s guest. Relax. We’ll be right with you.”

You smiled brightly, before heading to the living room. You were livid.

‘Of course. That’s his mother, Y/N. You can’t get angry for her wanting to spend time with her son. She’s a sweet women.’ The angel side of you says. But the demon side of you says, ‘So what if she’s his mother? Murray is yours! He should be spending time with you. He hasn’t had time for you the entire week! You need to spend the little time you have with him. Why do you think she shoo’d you away? She wants to talk about you to him. To keep him away from you.”

The thought of him being deterred from your love made you sick. You tiptoed, hiding behind the wall near the kitchen.

“She’s really cute. A bit young, though.” Mrs. Bauman whispers, handing Murray a dish to dry.

“Again…she’s only an apprentice. It isn’t like that between us.”

“It doesn’t look that way in her eyes. I see the way she looks at you. She really likes you. I just don’t want you or her to get hurt. She’s a sweet girl.”

“I’m like a father-figure to her. She could be with any other man. Why on earth would she like me in that way?”

“Because you’re great, Murray. I’m not the only one that sees it. She really likes you. But she’s also young and she’s learning to discover what she likes. Whether this is just an innocent crush or if she’s actually genuinely interested, it’s up to you to allow yourself to recognize those feelings. Once you do, you’ve got to evaluate whether you let it continue or stop leading her on.”

“I’m sure your reading it’s not what we think.” He denies, he just couldn’t entertain that idea. Sure, you’d kissed him but you were just hurt by your father and the marijuana had influenced your actions. That could explain everything.

You made your way back to the living room, choosing a random movie to tune into. After the countless times you’ve shown him your desire and he still doesn’t believe it. For an intelligent man, he sure didn’t use his brain enough.

——

An hour into the movie and you notice his mother growing sleepy. You were blessed to know that you chose an absolutely boring movie although Murray seemed really into it.

Mrs. Bauman yawns and stretches. “I think I’m calling it a night, honey. Gotta get enough shuteye for the road tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay, you can take my room upstairs.” Murray offers.

“I don’t think I’ll be climbing any stairs tonight. I’m fine to take the guest room,” She takes your hand in hers. “You can stay the night, too, dear. You’ve been drinking. We don’t want you drinking and also driving in this freezing weather. Again it was great meeting you, sweetie. I’ll see you in the morning?”

“You definitely will.” You smile then looked over your shoulder at Murray who hadn’t been listening, still occupied by the movie.

When his mother went into the guest room, you gave it a few seconds. You’re heart beating as you began contemplating the final phase of your plan. You slip down to your knees in front of him. His eyes leaving the television to follow your movements. Your hands flew to undone his jeans, lifting his shirt a little to expose his soft belly.

“Are you out of your mind?” He whisper-yells. “We can’t do this. I’ve been cordial enough with you, Y/N. You and I——”

“Are two consenting adults,” You finished for him.

“Well, I’m not consenting.” He hisses, crossing his arms in front of him. To his bewilderment, you continued. He was an adorable little brat. Luckily for you, you knew a thing or two about taming one.

You resumed undoing his belt. The sounds of the clanking being the only sound in the air. It sends shiver down your spine and an ache between your legs. When you’d reached for his zipper, you lowered it very slowly, taking in every moment. You grip at the side of his jeans, trying to pull them down. He doesn’t lift his hips, just stares down at you, defiantly.

You were growing impatient. You could yell. Lose your shit. You had better ideas though. “I think I’ll handcuff you. I brought some in case you tried running,” You ran a finger along the happy trail on his tummy. “Maybe I’d have your dick out and call your mom in here. Make her watch me suck you off.”

He’s horrified, but why does his dick jump at the shameful thought. You dig your fingers into his thighs further, your sharp nails basically penetrating the denim.

“Or maybe I should choke you til your out cold. I could have some fun with you and you’ll just be forced to take it.” You chuckle, darkly.

“Who are you? What have you done with Y/N?”

“You can be really stupid sometimes, daddy,” You rolled your eyes. “I’ve always been this way. I’ve been obsessed with you from the moment I read your work. I’ve watched you from afar. I’ve studied your schedule. Tracked you down, in hopes that once we met that you’d fall in love with me. You’ve been playing so hard to get though.” You shove down his boxers, tightly grasping his cock. His hand flew up to his mouth muffling a moan. He’s extremely sensitive to touch.

“You need a woman’s touch. I can feel it every time you touch lingers against my skin,” You plant kisses on his bell, jerking in him in his boxers. “Fuck, your cock is so big, daddy.” You whispered before dipping your tongue in his belly button.

He groans. “Y/N, let’s just forget any of this happened. We could chock it up as the vodka talking. You don’t mean any of this.”

“No, I’m not Y/N anymore. Not right now. I’m your good little girl.”

“This is so messed up,” He groans once again, feeling your grip tighten around him. “My mother could walk in on us at any moment.”

“Then quit being so loud.” You release him from his confinement, immediately wrapping your lips around the leaking tip of his penis.

“Fuuuuu—ck.” He stutters out a moan too loud for his liking. His hips lift up causing him to go deeper into your warm mouth. You take this opportunity to lower his jeans and boxers enough so that they’d pool around his ankles then shoved him back down on the couch.

“Patience,” You smile up at him. You taking his hands in yours. You observed the hair on his arms. You love the hairy manliness he carried. He wasn’t the conventional man’s man but he was just the kind you loved. He could be in touch with his feminine side while still having the rugged, hairy look. You kiss the underside of each arm, caressing him with your thumbs. “You know what’s really messed up though? The fact that you would’ve been okay letting me go without having a taste of you. I’d hurt myself. I’d hurt you and anyone really if I never got the chance to have you inside me.”

You deep throat him without warning, your hand finding his balls to squeeze. He pulls up his shirt and bites down at the fabric to restraint his pleasure. Not wanting to give into you just yet.

It didn’t matter to you that he’d still kept his bratty attitude. You were enjoying the feeling on him in your mouth. You’d gone feral. Bobbing your head up and down and sucking him as of he were the world’s tastiest lollipop. His cock was so magic to you. Like a beautifully presented offering, it was the perfect size. Not too long, but really thick and veiny with a slight curve.You can only imagine how many times he’ll manage to make you cum with it.

While one hand continued playing with his balls, the other roamed up and down his chest. Every now and then, you’d tug on the dark curls of his pubes in time with one hard suck, making him gasp.

“Am I doing a good job, daddy?” You say while licking the slit of his tip, tasting more of the salty pre-cum. He doesn’t answer. You tug harder at his pubes. “I asked you a question.”

He whines. “Yes. You’re doing great.”

“Then call me a good girl. Now.” You narrow your eyes at him.

“You’re a good girl. My good girl.” He hisses when you plant your mouth on his balls sucking one into your mouth while jerking the top half of his dick.

You pull away with a soft pop, eyes twinkling at the idea that he’s claiming you. “I’m your good girl?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” He pants.

“Then say it again. Need to hear it,” You were drenched. Your slick causing your thong to slide with ease over your wet pussy. You clenched your thighs together to suppress the dull pain of not having him pounding you. Hoping to get rid of the ache between your legs, your hand travels down your panties. You rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves, your fingers wet with your juices and dripping down your inner thighs. “Say it again for me, daddy.”

“You’re a good girl,” Murray spots you touching yourself. His voice now entirely lust-filled. He could blame the vodka or the marijuana all he wanted but he knew deep down that he’s wanted you for so long. Something about knowing that you’d been obsessed with him made him want to take you the way you’ve dreamed of it. “Can I taste you? Please, my sweet girl.” He begs.

You had an idea. Standing on your two feet, you gesture for him to lay flat on his back on the couch. He does, looking up at you in anticipation.

You pull off your clothes. He admires your body; breath taken away. All his morals going out the window. Not even thinking about his mother possibly walking into the devious sight. Just as you went for your thong, he stops you. “Keep those please. I wanna suck the juices from them, too.”

You moan at his words, nodding. You climb over him. Swinging your legs over his face, your quivering wet core and backside faced him. You stretched removing his sandals and pulling his boxers and pants completely off his body.

Your mouth is back on him like you’d never left, coating his cock with a heavy amount of your saliva. He finds this sex position fascinating. He’s only ever know doggy and missionary. A simple man, he is. But here you were to show him the ropes.

He basks in the way your tongue caresses every square footage of skin. You lightly bite his tip and he bucks at the sensation. This brings him back to reality and soon he puts his mouth to use. He sucks at the thin fabric of your panty’s strip, savoring your sweet taste that soaked it. Once he was sure, he’d gotten every drop, he pushes the underwear to the side, licking a shy stripe up your core. You shudder and cry out at the cool sensation of his saliva against your pussy. You roll your hips, searching for his face so he’d continue. He slaps a large hand on your ass. You yelp at the contact.

“Shhhh.” He hushes you. He rubbing at the cheek then bringing a hand down on the other. He buries his face into your pussy and you could feel yourself sent into another dimension. No way can someone be that good. You’d abandoned sucking him off, resorting to jerking him. Too blissed out to continue. You just kept moaning softly and riding his face. He didn’t seem to mind, wrapping his arms around your waist. He dips a tongue into you entrance, his fingertips gripping your ass to force you down and ride the thick, wet appendage. The hairs of his beard tickles your inner thigh and cunt but it only added to the intense pleasure.

He ate you out as if he were devouring the lips on your face. “Ungh! You’re gonna make me cum so hard.” Your eyes roll back.

He motor boats your pussy, the vibrations causing you to gush your cream on his face and beard. Your vision is spotty as you tried your best to gain your breathing. He’s groaning against you, tongue fucking in and out to slurp at your liquids. You pull off his face at the overstimulation as he continued to suck hard at your little bud.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven.” He breathes out; a hand on his chest as it rose and fell. “I love the way you rode my face. Didn’t want you to stop, babygirl.”

“I’ve got other plans. Stand up for me.” You say, biting your lip. He follows your command, watching your every move. You face the couch, kneeling on its cushions. You bent yourself over the top half of the couch, swaying your hips side to side.

“I want you to fuck me into submission.” You say over your shoulder.

“You’re killing me.” He groans. “We can’t do this here. At least let’s go up to my bedroom. We can be loud…ish.”

“But I want to get fucked now. Right here. I promise I’ll be quiet.

“Yes, but I’m not so sure I will be.” Murray laughs a dry laugh.

“Then cover your mouth, daddy. It gets me so wet thinking of you fucking me right here in this living room when at anymore we could get caught.”

“You’re a menace.” He says, shaking his head at your vulgarity.

“You love it. Now take off the shirt and take me.”

He couldn’t believe he was doing this but, as if his legs were on autopilot, he positions himself behind you. He pulls your underwear down just enough to reveal your puffy, glistening lips to him. Murray wastes no time running his length through your folds, worried that he might come from the sight of your dripping cunt alone. Hell, he’d nearly came when you’d kissed all over his body. He forces the large head of his cock passed your folds. The pressure causing you to cry out. He stills.

You attempt to roll your hips back but he immediately stops you. You can hear restraint in his voice. “No. I need a moment or this will be very quick.”

Murray contemplates removing his glasses. If he doesn’t clearly see the image of himself penetrating you, then he won’t cum so fast. However, he wanted so badly to watch your tight pussy stretch around him. So, decides to keep them, choosing to suffer and hold off his impending end.

“I gotta be real here, hun. I definitely won’t last very long. Ya know, it’s been a while. Like Forever.”

Yes, you 100% knew that it’s been a while for him. Good. No other women could have him. None could handle his core-splitting cock the way you could. You’d take anything for him.

You remove his grip from your waist, slowly rocking back and forth and taking him deeper each time you went down. “That’s okay, daddy. You don’t have to last long. I just want to feel you.” You moan out the last part when you feel him taking control of the thrusts. “Shit, you feel so good inside me.”

His thumbs loop around each sides of your lacy underwear which were being held up by your thigh clamped together. He tugs at the thin material using it like reigns controlling a horse as he pulled you down and plowed deeper into your pillowy channel.

“*ты такая тугая.” Murray growls in Russian. Leaning in, his large hand clasps over your mouth. He’s pummeling harder into you. The sexiness and deep, rich tone of his voice when speaks Russian elicits more of your juices to flow onto his cock. Your nails sink into the hard frame of the back of the couch, practically screaming into his hand at this point.

“Oh my god. It’s so fucking good.” You rode back against him equally as hard. Then he pulls out. You barely have time to shoot him an angry and confused look; he flips you around. He removes your underwear, tossing it to the side and positions you in a way where your head is against the back cushion and your legs are bent at the knees and nearly touching your shoulders. You were folded in half. His hands rested on the backs of your knees, holding you in place. He lowers himself to his knees so that his cock levels with your core. With no hands, he pushes inside you swiftly, squelching noises filling the silence.

Your mouth hangs open. You were still astonish by his thickness and being so filled. “**Блядь.” Murray curses. He flipped you over in hopes to see your blissed out face before he came. He takes his index and middle finger, spanking your clit repeatedly until finally having the mercy to rub frantically at it. You quivered at the sensations he’d blessed you with. The attention on your clit, his beautiful cock thrusting deep into your depths, and the blissed out look on his face was sending you over the edge.

He takes his other hand and roughly plucks each nipple, rolling it between his fingers. You explore his body letting your fingers gently stroke his soft belly then move up to touch his chest hair, then his dark locks. He’s going to cum soon and your hands all over him didn’t help.

“I’m gonna cum, babygirl.” He pushes your legs further against your chest; your knees digging into your shoulders. He draws your first toe into his mouth, sucking on it fervently before whispering a breathy plea. “I want you to cum with me but I don’t think you’re there.”

“Cum in me please. Make me yours. Make me round and full of your babies, Murray, please,” This was your plan all along. You were going to have his babies and he’d eventually come live in New York with you as Husband and Wife. “Fill me up, daddy.”

“Oh my god. You have such a filthy fucking mouth. My precious little girl,” His hands leave your legs, allowing you the freedom to spread them wider. Murray shoves the same fingers that played with your clit into your mouth. You sucked them as if they were his cock. He brings the spit-soaked fingers down on the little nub once again, toying with you. “I’m gonna give you all of it. I won’t let you regret choosing to fall for me, babygirl. I’ll show. I can be a great daddy.”

You moaned, yanking him by the gold chain around his neck, pressing your lips together as he continued to pound hard inside you. He shoves his tongue in your mouth, you earnestly suck at it enjoying the taste of his saliva mixed with your juices and hard liquor. The frenzied sound of your wetness splashing around between your bodies taking you to high points of heaven. Simultaneously, you let out a groan that imitated the sound of growling. You hadn’t expected to orgasm but it happened so fast you didn’t remember where the build up began. Your gummy walls constrict around Murray’s ridged cock. You convulse, wrapping your whole arm around your lower face to stifle your moans.

Your core quivers and coats another layer of your creamy slickness on his cock. Murray gives one hard thrust after the other in short, hard, bursts; rope after rope of his warm cum filling your cunt. You shudder with each thrust, his hand gently wrapping around your neck. He pulls out of you, watching your heartbeat through your quaking, swollen folds.

“Goddamn. That was incredible. I think I saw God,” Murray collapses on the couch seat beside you. Your chests heaved as you tried to catch your breath. He looks down at the cum now seeping out of you. Quietly, Murray makes his way to the guest bathroom coming back with a small wet towel. He runs the warm cloth on your pussy and gathering the liquid that ran down your thighs. You looked down at him and smiled. You were in love and the sight of him crouching down to clean between your legs was something you’ll burn into your memory. “Sorry.”

“No. I asked for this.” You yawned, completely fucked out and sore.

Murray gathers your clothes before picking you up and over his shoulder like an actual caveman. “We’re going to bed.”

God, you loved to be manhandled by him. You couldn’t wait to have more sessions like these so that you can see just how aggressive he could be.

Once you were carried to his bed, he wrapped you in his blanket and you took the chance to inhale the sheets. Everything smelled like his cologne and the bed was so warm and soft, you wanted to implant this memory forever.

“You think you’re mom heard us?” You slurred, exhausted and still very tipsy.

“Gosh, I hope not. I don’t think I’d be able to face her if she did.” He cringes, clenching his teeth. He climbs into the bed beside you, putting his glasses away on the nightstand and pulling your back against his chest. You could feel that he’s wearing his boxers once again. Bummer.

“Well, I hope so. Maybe then she’ll understand that we’re perfect for each other.” You smirked.

“You’re a menace,” He shakes his head, his mouth by your ear. “What ever will I do with you?”

“I can think of several things you can do with me. But we’ll have plenty of days for those.”

“Hm.” Murray acknowledges your comment but he’s slowly drifting to sleep.

You can feel him getting heavier as he drifts away. You snuggle up closer to him waiting until he falls asleep and you whisper, “We’ll be together forever.”

——

In the morning, you woke up to an empty bed. You can smell breakfast being prepared downstairs. Grabbing an oversized t-shirt and his robe, you headed downstairs to join them.

Their backs were turned to you cooking away. You smiled when you noticed Murray look back at you, his eyes widening when he’d notice you in his clothes. His mother looking in your direction to see the spectacle.

“Good Morning, Mrs. Bauman. Did you have a pleasant rest last night?” You smile, innocently.

To your surprise, she smiles back. Then she crosses her arms over herself, raises and eyebrow and says in a teasing tone, “I see you two shared the bed last night. Was the pullout uncomfortable?”

You laughed. Murray spits out his drink, eyes wide and cheeks red. “Mom, is that really necessary?”

“The pullout ‘bed’, Murray,” She says as clarification. “Don’t be such a child.” Mrs. Bauman jokes, winking at him.

The rest of breakfast was pleasant aside from the awkward moment when Mrs. Bauman admitted hearing some parts of you and Murray’s rendezvous. It was all worth it to you, though. In the end, you got the man of your dreams in the palms of your hands. If you’d soon bare his child, he’d never leave you. He was yours to keep and you were going to reiterate that in hopes that he’ll follow you to New York. If he doesn’t come with you, well…then it’ll be nothing to take him with you by force. After all, you’ve waited long and patiently for him. You deserved this.

* ты такая тугая = “You’re so tight.”

** Блядь = “Fuck”

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