and for those of you wondering why i didnt do tangled

Forever And Almost Always - Part 1

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Summary: Series: Bucky is the ex you keep going back to, but what happens when one of you is interested in more than just the rebound? Chapter: You run into your ex and the pull is instant and all too familiar.

Warnings: swearing, implied smut (nothing explicit included)

Word Count: 1313

Author’s Note: Ok! Here we go! I’m kind of excited about this series. It’s been in my head for months, but trapped there through all the craziness in my life right now, but I think I’m well enough ahead to start posting. Fingers crossed I don’t get behind. :)

Originally posted by uncensoredsideblog

Leaning forward, arching over the sleek glass bar top and spinning the credit card in your fingers, you waited impatiently for your drinks. You were more than ready for another. Another 3, if you were honest. These kinds of parties were never your scene. At first they were exciting, sure, but pretty soon they all started to look the same and you started to feel the same restless boredom tugging at the corner of every conversation, every polished smile.

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(Newt Scamander x Reader) Back Massages [SMUT Alternate Route]

Title : Back Massages

Request : Yes? Maybe?

Smut : Yes

Word count : 3,646 (bear with me lmao)

Warnings : heavy make out sessions, sex, handjob, attempts of strip dancing

A/N : As promised, the alternate route, with smut :)) I hope you enjoy it as much as the first, if there are grammatical, vocab, or other sorts of mistake, please point it out so I can fix. Building critiques and messages are highly appreciated, please tell me what you think and what should I write next? Anyways, enjoy!

The original story : ———————————-

“Newt, get off, this is important!” I said, pushing him off my laptop.

“But this is fascinating! This device doesn’t have any magic on it but it can project images of the beasts! What are they called?”

“Well.. this is Geographic Information System. It can project images from far away from the satellite so you can study thr object without being close to them”

“Is it because muggles can’t use magic?”

“Yes Newt, we can’t use magic to teleport ourselves,” you said as you watch him amused, as his eyes fixed on the screen.

Tomorrow is the fourth day of your final exam, it’s 11PM, and you’ve been studying until Newt decided to pay you a visit. He was going to tell you about some new beast he discovered but the subject was long abandoned when you accidentally opened a site where it shows live stream of wild animals.

He said he had never seen those “beasts” before and he wanted yo study it. The “beasts” he refers to are actually Australian Golden Kangaroo from Papua. “Why have I not seen them before? They are ordinary animals, are they? But they look so unique! Unlike any other animal back in England!” he exclaimed. 

You chuckle as you see him still examining the creature in awe, his cute features getting ahead of you.

See, you’ve met Newt a year ago, when you stumbled into him in a Sumatran forest, travelling by yourself with the purpose of photographing wild animals.

You were taking a picture of a Sumatran tiger on a tree when he appeared out of nowhere and decided to approach the creature.

You screamed at him to run. He didn’t.

On instinct, you jumped off the tree and ran to him. But to your surprise, the tiger was curled up against him as he scratched its ears.


Anyway. Back to the moment.

“[Name]? Are you alright? You seem to be in a daze there,” he asked.

“I’m fine, I was just remembering something,” you smiled, assuring him you’re okay.

“Humm alright then. By the way, did you say this was important?“ 

“Yup. It’s a part of my final exam,”

“Merlin’s beard! I’m so, so sorry. I got carried away… I’ll leave you to it, [Name], I am terribly sorry,”

His face shifted to guilt and he takes out his wand, ready to teleport out of your room.

“Newt wait! It’s okay!”

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re not bothering me, it’s okay. In fact, perhaps you can help me with some of them?”

“Does the subject you are studying also includes a study on beasts?” he asked, delighted with curiosity.

“Umm.. Yeah! I’ll take out my book. Hold on.”

You lied. The subject you are studying does not include a study on beasts. It’s Geography. A study on earth.

You take out one of those animals encyclopedia you keep for yourself and hand it to him.

“Interesting,” he said.

He opens the book and you can see a smile begin to form on his face.

“[Name]! This is just like my book! They are describing beasts of the muggle world!” “Yup, do you want to borrow it? I still have lots of them,” you replied, holding back an urge to pinch those rosy cheeks. “May I? Oh, yes please! I’d love to study new beasts of the muggle world!”

Without realizing it, you ruffle his fluffy hair, and he looks up at you, surprised. And as soon as those green orbs meet yours, you pull back your hand.

“Oh my God, Newt, I’m so sorry. It was so rude, I didnt kno-”

“[Name],” he cuts you.


He then stands up, towering over you, and takes one step towards you. Your smaller figure backs up and you stumbled and sit on your chair as his eyes never leaves yours.

‘What the fuck is this, Slytherin Newt?!’ you screamed in your mind.

Newt rarely looks at you in the eye unless it’s something important or something he’s passionate about. With blood pumping in your veins, you can feel your face getting redder and redder like a tomato.

He suddenly kneels in front of you and say, 

“If you want to ruffle it, it’s fine! Some beasts consider it very soft, so I understand!”

Aaaand back to Hufflepuff Newt. What did you expect? Him to kiss you?? The last thing he kisses will be Douglas. Not you. You bet on the stars his love for his beasts is bigger than anything else.

“Ah, okay Newt, thanks,” you sighed, a bit disappointed but still take on his offer.

Your hand goes back to his head, ruffling and petting the light brown hair. And man, it is soft. No wonder even those beasts of his are fond on his head. ‘I bet I can do things with it too,’ you said in your mind.

You decided to test the water and tug on his hair a little bit. 

He freezes. But you keep petting, with a little pull and tug in between, not realizing his reaction.

You tangle your fingers between the hair, again, tugging harder. This is like a little game to you, pulling here and there, making sure you don’t leave any hair unpulled/untugged.

Then, you hear it.

“Ah… [Name]…” moaned Newt.

You immediately pull your hand to your chest, not expecting that kind of reaction or that kind of sound from him. 

Newt has never been the typical person that depicts pure, untainted, kindness. And the moan that he just did, was not pure at all.

Well, it is pure…

Purely sexy.

He looks up to you, face flushed pink, with beads of sweat on his forehead. As he covers his face with his hand, he silently asks,

“P-Please don’t do that… I… I am extremely sensitive to hair pulling… Especially when it’s done by an opposite sex…”

He looks so adorable right now that you can just pounce on him like a cat on heat. But you wouldn’t do that.

Or would you?

“Oh, I’m so sorry Newt… I thought it might be nice, you know, like, my mom used to do that to me, gently pulling the roots, as a form of massage…?”

“Ah, yes, I’ve heard of it…”

The atmosphere in the room feels like it’s sucking you in. You can even smell the awkwardness in the room. 
He just stated that hair pulling turns him on, and it’s only you and him in your room. 

Hoo boy.

You decided to ignore the situation you are in, and continue your study. “Newt, um… I’ll continue studying, and… if you’d like, you can read my books there,” you said.

“Oh, alright, thank you [Name].”


You try to focus on your study, trying to get your eyes and mind fixed on the screen and the book in front of you, but all you can think of was the moan he made. It’s like a broken record, playing itself over and over in your head.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Newt reading your books, his eyes following every sentence and scanning each animal on the pages. He really is a passionate man about animals and beasts. And that’s what you love about him.

A deafening screeching sound suddenly emanates from your laptop, and you lower the volume. Apparently, the Geographic Information System has caught sightings of a mating dance of a male bowerbird courting the female one. You sigh at the coincidence and lower the laptop screen.

As the screeching continues, Newt recognizes the sound and snaps his head towards the laptop’s screen and then scrambles on his feet towards you. He carefully open the “muggle device” and look at the bird with fascination.

“What sort of bird is this? Those vibrant colors surely are mesmerizing!”

“Um, it’s a bowerbird, a native bird of the Papua New Guinea, considered rare and endangered. Why, do you like it?”

“Yes, yes, very much so! I actually learned how to perform the Erumpent’s mating dance from various beasts, such as this bird! But only little parts of it,” he smiled brightly.

“Oh? How about human mating dance?” you tease him.

He glances at you for a moment before casting his eyes down, then up, and say, “I- I can show you if you want…?”

Your eyes widen and you swallow your spit.

“Entertain me, Mr.Scamander.”


What you have expected as a human mating call was apparently strip dancing. He said that a girl he met couple months ago in some bar in England taught him how to do that. The thought made you boil with jealousy, but it subsides as he adds that the girl slapped him in the face for not being ‘turned on’.

“Perhaps she figured I had a light bulb with me, or something to turn on. Isn’t it [Name]?”

You thank heavens for this man’s innocence.

“Yeah Newt, probably,” you laugh.

Your laughter stops when he takes off his coat, leaving him in his white shirt and brown vest which shapes his body nicely. You drink the sight before you. He then ruffles his hair, making it slightly messy, but not decreasing his appeal.

“Now [Name], before I start… I warn you that this might not be as good as my beasts’ mating dance… Since an opposite sex showed me theirs and I don’t know how to do the male ones, and–“

“Newt,” you cut him.


“You’ll do fine, just start already!”

“Alright, alright.”

He snaps his finger and Earned It by The Weekend starts playing out of nowhere. The lighting in your room is also reduced to a pink, soft glow.

“Didn’t know you like this kind of music, Newt,” you say.

He puts a finger on your lip, which indicates you to be quiet. You lick your lips at his actions. This is not the Newt you know at all.

Newt starts his ‘mating dance’ with unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt, exposing his toned chest. His right hand very slowly travels to his neck, while the other, down to his stomach, then his crotch. He then moves his body, following every beat without missing any of it. Once in a while taking a step, making his way towards you.

You glance at his crotch, face bright red when you see his manhood rising slowly beneath the tight fabric. His hands never stop moving, from the neck, to his hair, then to his face. All he does while his eyes are fixed on you.

You can feel the burn under his gaze, slowly melting away on your wheelie chair. He then turns around, so his back and his ass are facing you. Again, he unbuttons his vest, all the way down, and taking it off. He throws the vest to his right, then with an agonizing pace, he hugs himself and then squat on the floor.

‘Holy fuck, holy fuck,’ you thought, never expecting this to happen. Both of your palms are sweaty, and you can feel sweat trickling down your back.

He then turns towards you, still on the floor, then crawls on all four to you.

Once he reaches you, he touches your knee and you tense up at his touch. His burning touch. He smiles and mouths, ‘Relax.’

You close your eyes, too embarrassed to see him, and imagine something else.

But before you know it, he then sits on your lap with a bounce.

A whimper escapes your mouth at the contact. His eyes show a glint of worry, afraid if he is too heavy for your smaller figure. But you just nod for him to continue.

He takes both of your hand in his, guiding them to his shirt, which clung to his shoulder.

“P-Please undress me,” he says.

The music fades from your ear and is replaced by the hammering drums of your heartbeat. Shakily, your hands slide his shirt off his shoulder, exposing the cool skin to your skin, brushing against them eventually.

You look down your lap – his thighs – in the whole process, unable to face him in your position. He is your best friend, well, crush, and what will happen after this is over? For him, it might be the same, but you. You can never look at him the same way again.

When the shirt reaches his wrists, you help Newt to take it off him. His breath softens as he leans down to your ear. He then whispers, “I-I’m sorry for this [Name],” before kissing you on the lips. He seems hesitant at first, afraid of your response of his actions. But when you kiss him back, he slowly loses control.

Your hand instinctively goes to his face, cupping him, and deepening the kiss. He does the same, still gentle with a little tenseness between the kisses.

Breathless, your right hand goes to his hair while the other one still cupping his cheek. You do what you did before, but with a little more strength. And with that, he cries out your name, and bites your neck, trying to suppress the sounds he is making.

“You like it, don’t you Newt?”


You pull his hair again, this time exposing his neck. Licking your lips, you kiss the skin of his neck, looking for a spot that makes him whimper the most. You can feel the bulge in his pants growing even more.

“Newt…” you moaned.


“Do you really want this…?”

“[Name]… I-I want you…”

“How much do you want me? Do you think you’re enough?”

"I want you so much… I want all of you… But I-I’m so scared I’ll never be enough and I-I’m not good enough, and- and I-“ he can’t seem to be able to finish his sentence before you feel your left hand getting wet, wet from his tears.

“Oh no, Newt, please don’t cry… I’m so sorry I asked that… It was very stupid of me”

Despite your efforts of trying to calm him down, he can’t stop the tears from flowing down. Those emotions he has been hiding pours out of his head when you kiss him. He never thought that someone would like him back. All those years of rejection…

Newt then feels your hands around him, hugging him tightly. His breath hitches on his throat.

“Newt. You are enough. You have always been and you will always be,” you say.

“B-But those people…”

“Who cares what those people say? You are Newt Scamander and you are perfect. I would never think that you are never good enough for me because you. Are. Enough,”


“I’ve never told anyone this before…  Except maybe Queenie who can read my mind, but I love you. I love you so much. And I would trade anything in the world just to be yours, and you to be mine,”

The looks on his face writes dumbfounded, by your confession. Your face is visibly red and warm, even in the pink, soft glow. You decided to kiss his forehead, but before you do, he lifts his face so his lips meet yours again.

“And I, you, my love”

As you kiss him, you can feel his hands going up and down your sides, to your shoulder, then your arm, feeling every inch of you.

“This-This situation reminded me of a beast…” he said.


“Where the female is the dominant one. And the male is the submissive one,”

“Are you saying that we are like those beasts?” you ask.


“Or are you saying that you want me to be dominant?” you add.

“May- No! No, no. I- I want to try to be dominant… For once… Is that okay?”

“Of course Newt. Let’s get up first, my thighs are getting sore,”

“Ah! Right, right! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,”

Newt stands up and your thighs relax. Standing next to him, you stretch your legs then plop down your bed. You pat the spot next to you, inviting him to your personal space.

He obliges and sits next to you, the bed sinking down on his weight. You cup his cheek, wanting another kiss. But he stops you.

You raise your right eyebrow in confusion. “C-Can I dominate you…?”

A smile begins to form on your face as you take off your t-shirt, leaving you in a bra and a pair of shorts.

“Please do, Mr.Scamander.”


He lies on top of you as his hands touch the skin on your body, feeling every part of you. Newt’s expression shows adoration, love, curiosity, and a hint of lust. In return, you also want to feel him. Your hands roam the bare, toned torso of his, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin.


“Yes, Newt?”

“This, this is actually my first time…”

He blushes then looks away, completely ashamed.

“Newt,” you say, tilting his head to face you. “It’s my first time too. And… I trust you.”

“I-I trust you too, [Name]”

He begins by trying to unclasp your bra with both hands, and seem to have a little difficulty. You smile and help him. In one swift motion, the bra is tossed aside, and your nipple hardens as it hits the cold air.

“May I..?”

You nod. His hands gently play with your breasts, occasionally fiddling the nipple. He also gives it an experimental lick and suck between every touch. You moan and sigh at each touch, every one of them leaving you wanting more.

As he plays with your breasts, your hands sneakily go down to his crotch, zipping down the fly and pulling down his boxer, releasing his hard manhood. Your right hand wrap itself around the shaft, while your left go his tip, which is leaking with precum.

Your hand begin to work its magic, the right pumping up and down, and the other rubbing the tip, making a circling motion. He moans onto your breasts, the vibration sending chills down your spine. This goes on for a minute until you decided to pick up the pace.

As you pump his cock faster, he also sucks on your nipples harder, each one of them getting the same attention he’s giving.

Soon enough, he comes onto your hands. You bring your hands to your face, and you lick them clean. Newt blushes at the sight as he rests his head on top of your chest.


“Newt? Is everything okay?”

“I’m so lucky…”

You were about to ask him what he meant until he position himself at your entrance. Before he enters you though, you swiftly reach to your bedside and pull out a condom, unwrapping it and placing it on his cock.

It tenses back when you touch it, and you know he is ready for what’s about to come. No pun intended.

“If this hurts… Tell me to stop, [Name]. I don’t want to hurt you,”

He slowly slides himself inside of you, his cock stretching you slowly, painfully. You cringe and whimper at the burning sensation, and you cling onto his shoulder for your dear life. He stops moving when your nails dig into his skin, worry flashes in his green eyes.

“I’m okay Newt, ah.. Give me some time to adjust..”

You try to move your hip so his cock goes deeper. Newt understands, and he slowly sinks himself fully inside of you.

As the burning sensation subsides, you begin to feel pleasure. The feeling of being full, it makes you go crazy. And you want more of him.

“Newt, you can move now,”

He starts thrusting in an out of you with a slow pace, still testing the waters. He wants to make sure that you are in your most comfortable position. With each thrust, his moan gets louder. And with each thrust, he picks up the pace.

You don’t know what to feel anymore. The sensation in your abdomen or the spinning in your head. Everything happen all at once, and you can’t contain it anymore. You beg for him to go faster, harder, and he does with every thrust.

Symphony of your love making fills the air, both voices complementing each other. Him calling your name, you moaning his name, him grunting and you whimpering at every thrust. You reach your peak when he hits that spot inside of you that builds up your release. You brace yourself on his shoulder, while kissing him before it happens.

“I love you [Name]… Ah… So much…”

“I love you too Newt…”

He comes first into the condom, you second after he finishes. It’s the most amazing thing to ever happen in your life, and even now, you’re still seeing stars. Your body feels like a jelly too. Both of your panting is the only sound you hear for a minute, until he breaks the silence and asks,

“So… How was it?”

“Really Newt?”

“Um… Am I not supposed to ask that…?”

“You did great Newt, I love every second of it,”

“Oh thank heavens, I thought you weren’t enjoying it as much as I did,”

“Trust me, I really did. And now, thanks to you, I don’t think I can concentrate on the test tomorrow”

He gives you a guilty toothy smile, and mutters a series of sorry to you.

“It’s alright baby, I’m sure I’ll nail that nest,”

“Are you really sure?”

“I am,”

“A hundred percent?”

“A hundred percent sure. Now come here and let’s sleep. I feel very tired,”

He scoots down next to you, pulling the cover over your and his naked body. You curl up next to him, and he wraps his arm around you.


“Yes, love?”

“Please don’t leave me,”

“That’s my line, sweetheart. Now, let us sleep,”

“Goodnight Mr.Scamander,” you smile.

“Goodnight too Ms.[Last Name].”

The last thing you feel before falling asleep was his lips on your forehead.

anonymous asked:

i know that its good for the kinds of stim toys you have to be varied, do you have any recommendations for toys you think all stimmers should have? i tend to have a very particular idea of what i like and i only get those kinds of things [i have almost exclusively fidget toys, honestly], but i dont want to neglect whole types of toys i might really enjoy just because i didnt think i would like it looking at it online.

I’m going to answer this in two parts, because it’s an awesome question. Today, I’m going to give a general breakdown of stim toy categories and possible toys one might choose from those categories to build a varied kit. Tomorrow, I’ll take a photo of what I consider the core essentials of my own stim toy kit and talk more in depth about why I’d recommend those toys for others, especially with regards to offering different types of stims.

A great deal of this, though, will depend on one’s personal preferences with regards scent, texture, appearance and sensation. I’d start by working out what cannot work for you. For me, strong artificial or chemical scents and flashing lights are permanently on the No Stim list as both trigger headaches and flashing lights trigger partial seizures. Tackiness is a Bad Texture (as in I just won’t touch something that’s tacky) so I steer clear from that as well. You may not know yet what your dislikes or triggers are, and that’s okay, too.

Once you know what to avoid (or know you don’t know), you can then approach categories of toys. It’s worth trying a thing or two from each category to build up a collection that allows for swapping/variation, and then going deeper into each category, or not, depending on how it clicks with you.

None of these categories contain complete listings, just a few examples. These categories also don’t include the variety of larger therapeutic items used by OTs and the like but focus on more-portable stim toys. All the different types of toys featured so far on this blog can be found on the toys tag page, grouped by type. Keep in mind that many toys belong in two or more categories as well: scented slime, for example, is both a mouldable stim and a scent stim!

Mouldable: kinetic sand, slime, floam, playdough, Thinking Putty. The issues with this category are those of texture and scent: slime and floam can be sticky or oozy; everything often has a synthetic fragrance or a chemical odour. I’ll be honest: as much as I despise Autism Speaks, Spinmaster-branded Kinetic Sand is the only kinetic sand I’ve found in Australia that has a non-chemical odour. Handmade playdoughs might be best for those scent-sensitive.

(My rec: kinetic sand. Non-sticky, non-messy, wonderful.)

Tossable: stress balls, prickle balls, bouncy balls, bean bags. These range in shape, size and firmness. Many also have plastic odours. I adore prickle balls because they give texture as well as bounce and squish.

(My rec: prickle balls, but only for people who like hard textures.)

Squishable: squishies, puffer creatures/balls, playdough, thicker slimes, balloon stress balls, grape mesh stress balls. Again, ranging in shape, size, scent and firmness. Puffer creatures often smell very strongly, but they have soft fronds great for pulling and they’re very squishable.

(My rec: squishies. Available in fast and slow rising, many with scents but some without, inexpensive if one purchases from a free-shipping listing.)

Fidgets: Tangles, chain fidgets, bead rings, bead lanyards, Klixx, snake puzzles, wooden block puzzles, fidget cubes, marble mazes. These are all basically “things you hold in your hands and manipulate”. Note that one uses some of these differently - a chain fidget is a one-hand fidget for me, but I use a Tangle Jr in both hands. I use a snake puzzle and a Tangle Jr pretty similarly, though. Fidget jewellery also fits in this category, like bead-filled tube bracelets and snake necklaces.

(My rec: Tangles first, chain fidgets second.)

Plush and/or weighted: any soft toy/plushie, weighted plush, Disney Tsum Tsums, Teeny Tys, @caseydickdanger‘s Hedgehugs, my own mop-head creatures, weighted blankets and lap pads. I look for things that usually offer multiple textures, like embroidery, fur, chenille or multiple fabrics used on the one toy. It’s pretty easy to DIY weighted versions of these things.

(My rec: Disney Tsum Tsums: they’re squishable, crunchable and portable.)

Visual: glitter balls, flashing/light up balls, flashing puffer creatures/balls, liquid motion bubblers, glitter batons, liquid paperweights, glitter jars. Most of these require some hand movements to use, but nothing as intensive as a fidget. Note that glitter balls without lights do exist but can be tough to find.

(My rec: Glitter jars. Easy to make and fun to watch.)

Scent: plushies, bean bags, slimes and doughs, Stimtastic’s scented vial necklaces. This can be as simple as a few drops of essential oil on a handkerchief, blanket, pillow or soft toy. (Just don’t scent anything you plan to chew.) I recommend pure essential oils, but for those who like non-oil fragrances and don’t have chemical sensitivities, fragrance oils can work, too.

(My rec: any of these. I can do a post about essential oils if anyone’s interested in exploring this further.)

Sound: bean bags, rattles, pop tubes, the spinning wheels on toy cars, cronch slime, fishbowl slime, cracking squishies, crocheted stress balls, toys with noisemakers or crinkle paper. A lot of things, surprisingly!

(My rec: I really like rattling bean bags. I use soup mix to make mine, because the different-sized beans and lentils make a pleasing sound.)

Touch/texture: crocheted stress balls, Hairy Tangle, Tangle Jr Fuzzy, prickle balls, prickle fidgets, swatches of fleece, fabric stress balls, wooden toys, bead rings. This is category is for anything that is primarily about touch for the sake of touching - I quite often hold my coiled Tangle Jr Fuzzy in my hands and just run over it with my fingers. It’s not even a fidget toy for me!

(My rec: Tangle Jr Fuzzy first, crocheted stress ball second.)

Chewable/oral: necklaces, pendants, bracelets, chewables, teethers. Can be made from fabric, silicone or wood. It may take some experimentation to find out what kind of chewer you are and where you prefer to chew. You may not chew at all but prefer to suck on toys or rub them over your lips, so this category may still be useful for non-chewers.

Tomorrow, I’ll post what I consider to be the essentials for my own kit and the roles they serve within it. I think, however, looking at the kinds of toys in each category and picking a couple from any category that isn’t covered by your current kit/collection is a good place to start.


❀  request: vernon smut where he hears the other members talking about them eating their gf’s out and begs to try it to with you and he eats you out and you two are dating!

✿  first of all, I am so excited someone requested vernon smut because this kid is my son and I love him very much and based on his personality, he is very fun to write about! I hope you enjoy this anon! :-)

→ word count: 2.3K

→ warnings/triggers: dom!vernon (which is the best vernon), dirty talking and a little bit of over stimulation but not really I don’t know

→ rated: M (for mature) and F (for fluff, but only at the end)

Once Vernon realized that he got himself a bad girl, It was over. He always felt more powerful than he was and loved the idea of doing crazy things with you since you were so adventurous and care free. Vernon was too but not even close to the extinct you were. 

The one bad thing that came from your exotic nature and his calm lifestyle is that you were way - way - more experienced than he was sexually. It wasn’t very noticeable when you guys did things but you always felt cautious of how far you would go or push, since you didn’t know how much he was comfortable with. Most of the time you just weighed out the situation at hand and that worked out for you most of time.

Since you and Vernon started dating about 3 months ago, you guys are always hanging out and where there is Vernon, there is all the other members. You learned to just get over and deal with it because there wasn’t much you could do - boys would be boys.

The other members of the Hip Hop Unit were basically the opposite of your boyfriend. They were mysterious, adventurous and definitely more lively and that showed whenever you would hang out with them and their girlfriends. But in the end, you never minded because you werent with Vernon for the sex anyway, you just love him for him.

One particular day, you and Vernon were watching TV, cuddling on the couch, when Wonwoo and Mingyu came in claiming that they had finished their portion of the song and asked if they could join your movie day. You guys didnt mind, you were basically in a relationship with all of them, based on how much you see them but minus the sexual desire.

 It was small talk most of the time until a heated scene came on the screen and tension started to rise. Randomly, Wonwoo and Mingyu burst out laughing at you and Vernon the couch. You didn’t even notice what was happening before you looked over to see Vernon bright red and blushing up a storm.

“You guy’s are so childish.” You said laughing and cuddling back into Vernon, stroking his arm to help him calm down soothingly. This just made the other boys bust out in even more laughter, resulting in you rolling your eyes and ignoring them.

“Vernon started it, he is acting like he has never seen a vagina before.” Wonwoo said from the chair, bundled up in a bunch of blankets. You wondered why he was not getting hot. 

“He probably hasn’t.” Mingyu added calmly. Vernon gasped and sat up, giving Mingyu a death stare.

“What makes you think that?” Vernon questions, hands leaving the place on your thigh in which he was rubbing softly.

“You’re vanilla.” Mingyu said, returning his attention back to the TV.

You couldn’t necessarily disagree with Mingyu. You and Vernon had been dating for 5 months and the farthest you guys had gone was a lot of making out and a few blow jobs here and there. Vernon knew it was not a problem by you and always claimed he did not do those things so you could feel comfortable but deep down you knew that he was probably scared. But that was okay with you, you could settle for make out sessions any day.

“I am not.” Vernon protests from the seat next to you, sounding angry and hurt in multiple ways. You wanted to hug him and give him feathery kisses everywhere but that would just support the idea that Mingyu was proposing, so you just opted to take Vernon’s hand in yours quickly and squeezing it for reassurance.  

“Yes you are. Have you even gotten head before, Vernon?” Wonwoo says again. You cringe at the term, because you never like to think of it as just ‘head’. It felt like more and you wanted to protest but stayed quiet.

“Yeah, I actually have. Multiple times.” Vernon says proudly. You gasp at his words, not expecting him to share that kind of information with his friends, especially when you were in the room. Now it was your time to blush. Vernon noticed and shot you an apologetic look and tightened his grip on your hand underneath the blanket.

“Have you ever given head?” Wonwoo asked. You were worried that Vernon would get confused, not understanding that guys can give girls head, not just the other way around. Thankfully he understood and stared at you for a second, studying your reaction to the question. There was a moment of silence between you all, filled with you studying Vernon’s face and trying to read his thoughts about the concept of him - possibly - eating you out.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Wonwoo laughed. “Vanillla at its finest.”

Vernon told Mingyu and Wonwoo to leave after the comments and after 5 minutes of Mingyu claiming he didn’t do anything, they agreed to leave you and Vernon in peace.

There was a kind of tension in the air - sexual tension - and you did not like it all. You and Vernon knew what you guys liked and took the time to learn each other, you did not want to make it seem like he had to do this for his pride or manhood, because then it wasn’t real to you.

After they left, Vernon led you to his room upstairs, It was a quiet walk and once you got into the room you sat down on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, with Vernon pacing back and forth in front of you, thinking.

“Do you think I am vanilla?” He stops abruptly, catching you off guard, removing your finger nails from your mouth and taking a second to think about your response, knowing one false word could hurt him and that was the last thing you wanted to do. 

“Not necessarily. I think your cautious.” You smile, trying to lighten up the mood. It doesn’t work because Vernon just looks at you with a disappointed look on his face. He joins you on the bed, hand resting on your thigh.

“Can I eat you out?” He says confidently, making eye contact with you and reading your face for clues. Your eyes widen and a blush creeps up your cheeks at the question. It was not even the content of the sentence, it was just the fact that it came out of Vernon’s mouth.

It was unexpected but surprisingly sexy.

“Please.” You reply, going to straddle Vernon right away. He laughs at your eager attitude and you don’t give him much time, attaching your lips instantly. 

Your tongues move in unison and mouths in sync. Your hands find their way tangled into Vernon’s hair, pulling and resulting in him moaning of pleasure. His hand meeting the small of your back but soon roaming lower, cupping your butt and grinding his hands roughly but sweetly. 

The kiss is hot and rough, rather than the usual soft and passionate that you and Vernon usually do. Its different but you like it. The kiss builds up the anticipation of what is about to happen, which still is not registering completely in your mind on top of the intense kiss.

You grind down onto him, feeling his boner against your middle. The friction makes him groan into the kiss and tighten his hold on your butt, making you squeal and laugh slightly into Vernon’s mouth. You want nothing but to take care of his situation and he notices this, leaning back from your lips and smiling.

“I am going to please you today baby, not the other way around.” His pet name for you makes your stomach turn and you smile, interconnecting your lips.

He picks you up gently and you wrap your legs around his waist for security. He spins you around and releases you onto the bed, laying you down. He removes his shirt quickly, making you admire his long torso and wide shoulders. He threw his shirt somewhere in the room and leaned down to crawl between your legs and place himself above you, hands on either side of your head and knees on the outsides of your legs. 

“I am gonna make you feel so good, baby.” He mumbles into your skin while pressing small kisses all over your neck and chest, removing your shirt, leaving you in your bra. You whimpered at his hot tongue hitting your cool skin and grab onto his arms to the sides of you, gripping for comfort. 

He then reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra, skillfully. You giggle at his movements and lean up, allowing him to throw the bra across the room somewhere, then bringing his full attention back to you.

Vernon immediately attacks your chest, placing kisses everywhere and admiring every part of your boobs. He places his hand on one and attaches his mouth to the other, kneading and sucking anything he could get his hands on.

“Just like that.” You pant, back arching at the pleasure and hands flying back up to Vernon’s hair by instinct. He then leads down your body and starts placing kisses on your thighs, belly button and anywhere besides where you wanted him - needed him - in that moment.

“Please, don’t tease.” You say helplessly, wet from the thoughts of Vernon’s warm mouth and tongue surrounding your core and not being able to wait any longer.

“What do you want?” Vernon asks, continuing his teasing actions but sucking harder around your thighs, leaving definite bruises for you to admire the next day. 

“I want your tongue.” You say breathlessly and in the most desperate tone. You can feel him smirk onto your skin, signaling that was exactly the answer he wanted. 

“Where?” He asks, stopping his actions and looking up at you momentarily. “I cant give you what you want if you don’t tell me princess.” He says, untying the knot in the string of your shorts slowly.

“I want you to fuck me with your tongue, Vernon.” The words roll out of your mouth so smoothly, you hear Vernon groan at the dirtiness of the words. 

“Good princess.” He says, finally pulling down your shorts, along with your underwear. The air hitting you suddenly makes you shiver. Vernon spreads your legs wide, giving himself better access to what he wants. He places your legs on his shoulders and bends down so he is face to face to your core. 

“Already so wet for me baby.” Vernon says, placing his fingers on your under lips and smoothly roaming.

“Yea- Fuck.” You stop mid sentence, yelling at the sudden warm feeling of Vernon’s tongue licking up your middle. He does this multiple times, making you tighten your grip in his hair and pull mercilessly. His licks become fast and urgent quickly, making you scream his name wildly.

“You taste so good princess.” Vernon says against your core, pointing his tongue and fucking you slowly and sensually with it, making your legs shake and thighs quiver.

Vernon tightens his hands around your thighs, holding them down knowing you cant control yourself during times of vulnerability like these. He removes one hand from your leg and brings it down to your center, entering a finger into you followed by his tongue flicking against your sensitive spot.

“Shit baby. Don’t stop.” You cry out, removing your hands from Vernon;s hair, placing them on the sheets next to you and gripping the shits so hard your knuckles turn white,

He continues to fuck you with his fingers assisted by his tongue doing the rest of the work. The feeling is so overwhelming and powerful you start to see stars and your eyes roll to the back of your head, mouth agape and body heating up.

You knew Vernon was enjoying seeing you so ruined and responsive - all because of him.

“I’m so close Vernon.” You manage to squeak out between bursts of pleasure. He recognizes this and speeds up his movements, widening his tongue on your core and pumping his fingers at a vigorous pace.

“Gonna come for me princess?” He says, removing his mouth from your lips, only leaving his fingers to pleasure you. You guys lock eyes and he reaches to connect his lips to yours, placing his free hand on your cheek and devouring your mouth in a rough but lust filled kiss.

“Show me how good I made you feel princess.” Vernon whispered with a raspy voice into your ear, followed by a biting of your earlobe. You could feel his hot breathe hitting your cheek and hear his low grunts.

You moaned at his words and felt a wave of pleasure go through your body. You gripped Vernon’s arms and with a yell of his name, came undone right in his arms. He soothingly rubbed your stomach, allowing you to come down from your high. Once you had come back to him, he fell next to you and wrapped the covers around you both, bodies fit together and heart beats in rhythm.

“Why have I never met that Vernon before?” You smiled, turning around to face him and wrap your arm around his side. He smiled back at you, pushing a piece of hair out of your face and placing a kiss on your lips softly, looking into your eyes, admiring your ever feature.

“He was scared to come out.” He laughed, pulling you closer and placing his head in the crease of your neck.

“Well I love both of them.” You said laughing and pulling the covers over your face, signaling you were tired and you wanted to sleep.

“Goodnight princess.” He cooed softly into your neck and with that you both fell asleep in each others arms, a little less vanilla and a little more in love.

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your headcanons simultaneously kill me and bring me to life every time i read them pls never stop


(also i love ur url) (and ur icon)

i dont think i’ve talked abt my hcs of one of them getting hurt yet, have i??  pity

  • it goes like this: there’s another assassination attempt on lena.  only this time, lex got smart, caught up with the fact that lena’s just as smart as he is, that she’s got security, that she’s got a super with a vested interest in her well being.  lena’s still not entirely sure how he found out, but he’s lex, so she’s sure he has his ways (she’ll try not to think about him figuring out her first crush, how gentle he’d been, still her brother then)
    • so lex caught up with the goings on in the world around him, realized that he’d have to get sneaky (granted, he probably didn’t use the word sneaky when telling his henchmen what to do (he also probably didn’t call them as henchmen……or goons)) but he gets SNEAKY nonetheless
      • the thing abt being best friends with your sibling, and we see the positive side to this with the danvers sisters, is that you are their secret keeper and lex was a crypt, kept every secret lena told him, keeps them to this day, but that means he knows every weakness she has, every gap in her armor, every vulnerability she ever trusted him with and he knows exactly where to press, what to dangle in front of her to distract her from whats happening behind her.
        • so here’s deal: lena has a sweet tooth.  always did, though her palate developed quickly and soon she’d learned that if she threw a fit at just the right time before sunday family dinners, she’d be able to bargain for these very specific, very expensive sweets from italy.  they’re, perhaps, her very own kryptonite (i kid, i kid (we all know that that would be one kara danvers)).  but basically they’re the something that lena never, not once, questions.  so when a box of them is sitting on her desk, lena doesn’t doubt their integrity, especially considering it’s her and kara’s anniversary tomorrow and her girlfriend is known to fly out for surprises such as these and lena had been dropping some pretty heavy hints about craving them lately
          • small problem
            • they’re fucking poisoned
        • kara’s in the middle of punching a fort rozz escapee rlly hard when alex comes over the line and says very quietly, very calmly that lena’s been poisoned, i’m with her, she’s in the med bay, she’s safe for now
          • its not alex’s tone that gets kara, not the actual words, it’s the hesitation alex has before tacking on that for now, as if lena’s not as safe as she was at the beginning of her sentence and then after a moment of shock, numb, all kara can hear is lena’s been poisoned over and over and over again and she throws the alien baddie towards the containment unit and barely dodges a couple billboards on her flight back to the deo and then people are scrambling out of her way as she superspeeds to the medical unit, to see lena lying on the table, pale, in the work clothes kara watched her pick out just that morning though now there’s a few spots of blood on her blouse and then she’s seizing and kara’s screaming and alex is moving to block her, hold her, telling her that they’re doing everything they can for her, she’s fighting, kara, she’s fighting and we’re going to help her fight
        • it takes a long time for them to figure out what poison it is, time that lena is quickly running out of.  kara cant decide what’s more painful–sitting at lena’s side and watching the life leave her, or getting bleak updates from alex about how they’ve scratched out a couple more leads.  finally, alex asks when she dropped off those chocolates for lena, thinking maybe they were tampered with sometime after, if she’d dropped them early enough
          • what chocolates
          • the ones on her desk
          • alex, i didnt give her any chocolates
        • its quick enough then, because lena only ate a couple and at least five were laced and kara’s just kind of staring at lena, beating herself up over this because of course lena would have thought they were from her, would’ve thought they were an early surprise, she shouldn’t have been so lax, shouldn’t have thought that lex was isolated enough that he couldn’t do something like this, and there’s guilt and rage in equal measure and kara’s itching to storm that high security prison (obviously not secure enough) and just start hitting bc this is too much, you know?  
          • kara’s lost a lot in life–and she knows she’s been lucky, really, because she’s gained a lot too.  a sister, best friends, a chance to help people as much as she can, but sometimes when shit like this happens, kara’s just fucking angry like it wasn’t enough that her entire world fucking died, it wasn’t enough that she drifted through a timeless void for two and a half fucking decades, wasnt enough that her aunt is dead and her cousin barely speaks to her and her parents weren’t the heroes she thought they were, like apparently none of that was enough, apparently the universe has to come for this too, for the way kara gets to wake up most mornings with lena draped over her or curled against her, for the quiet dinners, for the stupid wonderful kisses, for the way kara’s heart slams against her chest when lena looks at her like she’s something special (not supergirl, just kara danvers, bc that’s always who she’s been to lena), for lena like okay world, we get it, but can you give her a fucking break
      • she’s still angry by the time lena wakes up, days later, but it’s muted, dull around the edges because then lena’s frowning up at her, taking in the bags under her eyes (bc contrary to popular belief, supergirl does need to sleep and she hasn’t really slept since that day), taking in the way her clothes are rumpled (alex convinced her to change out of her suit around hour 16), and she grumbles something about kara needing to take care of herself and it’s obvious she’s still a little out of it and so kara’s gentle, so so gentle when she scoots lena over and gets into the narrow medical cot with her and lena rolls over to face kara (with a lil assistance (which basically means that she mumbles over and wiggles a little and kara figures it out (and also figures out that whatever medication the deo gave her is obviously making her a lil loopy) and she has to essentially lift and turn lena which is awkward in the little space but worth it bc then lena’s looking up at her, loving and serene and so, so worth it)) and lena’s snuggling against kara, tucking her face into her neck, hitching her leg over kara’s hip (a startlingly accurate impression of a koala), affectionate in a way that she only ever is when she’s exhausted or drunk or, apparently, recently poisoned
        • those chocolates, lena murmurs against kara’s collarbone
        • lena, you should rest
        • he sent them, didnt he
          • and its not a question but kara wont lie anyway, just nods solemnly and lena nods too, pulling at kara’s shirt and, being too weak to do it herself, waiting for kara to pull her closer.  she relaxes a little when she does and kara starts to breathe a little easier with the steady beat of lena’s heart, with the way she’s holding kara as tightly as she can, the way she’s still here, despite it all
    • alex finds them like that later, all tangled up in one another and technically she was coming to tell them that lena can go home, but she knows that its the first time in days that kara’s slept longer than fifteen minutes, so she rolls her eyes and leaves them be and slaps a sign on the med door stating that it’s out of order
      • how can an entire room be out of order, winn grumbles
      • alex just fixes him with a stare
  • NOW KARA like……do you know how scary it is to be supergirl’s girlfriend?  pretty fuckn scary like every other day seems like its a near miss, one step away from disaster, from the worst, and lena’s never fully relaxed until kara’s in front of her, in one piece and occasionally covered in soot or alien goo or drenched, head to toe, but whole
      • which is why its fucking terrifying to watch the woman she loves fall from the sky
    • run of the mill, kara assures her when she hangs up with alex, kneeling on the bed to lean over and kiss lena goodbye before she’s off in a whirlwind, changed and off the balcony in a blink and lena sighs, stretches, ignores the familiar dread that hides in the pit of her stomach.  she dresses, goes to work, and is in the middle of a meeting when supergirl and the newest big bad go flying right past her building and everyone stops, stares, which, good, because lena would have been awfully conspicuous if she’d been the only one watching 
      • and kara’s winning and lena’s trying to fight back a proud smile but then whoever–whatever, now that lena can get a better look, more android than humanoid, whatever she’s fighting uses some sort of weapon on her and then kara’s falling fast, no control and lena’s dread ratchets into panic and she has to watch, rooted to the floor out of abject terror, as kara hits the pavement below, smashes a hole through it, through lena, and she has to use every ounce of her hard won composure to keep it together, has to cut the meeting short and claim emergency with some subsidiary, and then she’s calling kara, then alex when she realizes with a hysterical laugh that kara’s currently dead or something close to it, lying on the street and when she looks out again, there’s a swarm of people she recognizes as deo and lena’s all but sprinting out of her building and her breathing is short and she doesnt have her medication on hand and fuck, this is bad
        • alex meets her at the partition, grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the scene, ushering her into a dark car with instructions to go straight to the deo and lena does and then she waits and waits and waits and then, finally, they bring kara in, and lena’s halfway to hysterical at this point, shaking hard and alex slips the bottle of her medication into her hands and lena cant even wonder where she’d have gotten it before she’s throwing one back, trying hard to remember that kara’s survived worse, that she’s in the best care, that alex isnt going to let anything bad happen to kara
          • she’s not let into the med room for a long time and lena understands that, she does, because what use would she be?  she’s still shaking a little, still gasping with every few breaths, still reeling at the thought that her god of a girlfriend is actually in anything near danger, but while she understands, it doesn’t mean she’s okay with it, doesn’t mean that she’s literally going out of her mind, still sick with fear and worry 
            • winn, bless him, is just as worried but there’s that flicker across lena’s face when she looks at him and he knows that, understands that more than anything else, and he crosses over to where she is, to the chair that alex got for her around hour two, and he leans against the wall and lets out this shuddering breath and is like she’s going to be fine, which, lena appreciates, but there’s no other option, okay, and then he’s talking again, very low and very tired, saying and if she isn’t, you still have a place with us.  and his voice cracks a little too, but he means every word and lena knows it, can feel it, and she hasn’t cried yet but this is where it starts, looking at kara’s best friend and knowing that he means it, that they all do, and then she’s hugging winn and he’s hugging her back bc that’s what kara does, she’s finds people and she brings them in and its so funny that a girl that watched her entire world die would be the one to build her own solar system, placing not herself at the center, as the sun, but their love for her and lena wonders if she’d ever thought about that, if kara’d ever considered what would become of all of them if she were gone
      • winn sits with her for a long time, for a long, long time, until alex finds them and she’s pale, shaken, brows drawn together but she’s standing, not a wreck like lena knows she’d be if kara were gone, and it’s something that it’s alex that comes, bc lena also knows that she wouldn’t leave her sister’s side if she wasn’t better, wasn’t stable and she’s explaining what happened in medical terms and there’s a part of lena that’s keeping up, that’s processing what happened (kryptonite gun, bullets fragmented on impact, in her blood) but there’s a bigger part that’s ignoring the anchor that the words represent, impatient for those blessed words that alex finally finally finally says: she’s going to be okay.
        • lena sort of sags then, falls back against the wall and winn lets out this celebratory whoop and half the deo looks his way, the other half seems about *this* close to joining him, but lena doesn’t notice any of it bc alex is telling her that kara’s awake and she’s asking for you and she’s saying she’s going to be weak and she has to stay under the sun lamps but follow me, she’s through here bc it’s not even a question if lena wants to see her
    • and kara, stubborn punk that she is, tries to sit up the moment she sees lena, tries to smile and hide the damage bc she knows the toll it takes on her, knows how lena winces when she watches the news, how she still fears the worst even when kara’s sitting on the couch next to her.  and alex and lena are kind of scary when they work in tandem, when their goals line up so seamlessly and kara is glad that they’re friends, glad that her favorite people all like each other, but it’d be nice if they weren’t so in sync only to berate kara gently and alex is pushing her back onto the table and lena’s tucking the shock blanket tighter around her shoulders and there’s no room for argument and kara just accepts it with grace, accepts that her people love her and want to take care of her, lets herself be cared for
      • and when alex leaves, she sets about taking care of her person, too.  lena’s pulled the chair in the room up as close as she can to kara but it still feels too far away, feels too helpless, like honestly???  tf can she do???  and kara’s feeling pretty fucking bad, but she takes it as a personal offense whenever lena’s feeling bad bc of her, so she sneaks one hand out from under the shock blanket and lena’s just about to course correct, but then kara’s grabbing her hand and squeezing it gently and lena almost breaks, almost falters, but kara’s the one that’s hurt, the one that almost died, and she puts all of her focus there, on that, on kara
        • they get to leave that night, get to go home, the sun lamps having done all they can for kara, and she’s just a little sore, a little exhausted, a little nauseous from the overexposure to kryptonite and she’s more than pumped to go home and put on her coziest pajamas and curling up and just……not moving for a lil while and lena’s just as excited, but she’s honestly so afraid, not sure if she can be around kara tonight, not when she feels this out of control, not when kara needs to relax, not a girlfriend mid-panic attack.  she goes with kara to her apartment, about to ask when alex’ll get here, when kara, already eyeing her bed like she hasn’t seen it in years, asks quietly you’re staying, right?  neither of us needs to be alone tonight and lena can’t find any willpower or composure or anything to say no bc she doesn’t want to and kara is safe, safe in both ways that lena needs her to be, so she nods and follows kara through to the bathroom, helps her shower, change, crawls into bed beside her and its one of those nights where kara wants to be held and lena can’t fault her, can’t think of anything that she wants to do more than hold her, so kara’s curled up against her, ear to her chest (it helps me sleep, kara once told her.  it reminds me that you’re okay.  lena’s pretty sure she doesn’t deserve that value, to hold that much power in herself, but she also can’t argue with the way kara looks at her) and kara falls asleep pretty quickly, but lena’s up for hours, studying kara, committing her to memory, running through it all in her head, over and over and over, and its only just before sunrise that she finally falls asleep
[Levi/Eren/fem!Eren] Why Not Both? (1/2)

Modern AU where Eren and his twin sister grew up next door to Levi, whom they have always admired. Levi comes home for Christmas for the first time since moving out for university, and they struggle to find the perfect Christmas and birthday present.

(on AO3) | Based on this. | Ereri (?) | Rated M

a.k.a. i’m writing the ereri twincest it’s happening OMG GOODBYE//

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Can you make an isaac smut where the reader and him hate each other but they guys end up living together in college? And then one night, the reader and him argue about something stupid but things get heated later? thanks :)

ask // masterlist // mobile masterlist (requests are open!!)

Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Word count: 1056 words

Warnings: oral smut( reader receiving)

a/n: i didnt know if you wanted smut or not but it happened. i hope you enjoy! :-)

You were never entirely sure how you had ended up here. Stepping into your shared apartment, you shut the door behind you. You rolled your eyes at the mess that was everywhere. You dumped your bag on the kitchen counter and got to work tidying up the place.

Over an hour later and it was mostly clean. You just had a few dishes left to do and then wipe down the counters. Isaac entered the apartment, and let out a low whistle.

“Cheers for cleaning this up,” he said, grabbing the carton of orange juice out of the fridge. You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything. “Cat got your tongue?” He asked, drinking straight from the carton.

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dead like me - part four

title: dead like me
summary: AU. he has more life in him than all the boys she’s ever dated.
pairing: sasusaku
listening to: your favorite martian - zombie love song
dedicated to: all the lovelies who have drawn wonderful fanart for this fic. you are all amazing and talented and i am a sobbing mess every time i look at them.

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six


The ancient branches of the weeping willow creak and bend in the wind, waving at her from overhead as she stares dazedly up at the twilight sky. Sakura frowns, unable to remember why she’s lying on her back. Sitting up, a bouquet of lillies falls from her hands to rest between her ankles.

Her mind seems to be working sluggishly, unable to piece together where she is or why she’s here. As she reaches out to touch the lillies’ soft petals, a rain of dirt falls around her.

“Hey, what-”

Attention snapping skyward, it’s then that Sakura realizes where she is. Panic rising, she finally notices the velvet-lined box she’s sitting in and the massive walls of soil closing in around her. Above, a faceless man shovels dirt into the hole she’s occupying. The more she cries out, the faster he shovels, until his laughing face blurs into that of her ex-boyfriend.

She screams as she is buried in earth and malice.



She snaps awake, covered in a sheen of cold sweat. Wild-eyed, her searching gaze lands on her roommate Ino, who apparently just got out of class because her sidebag is still draped over her shoulder. And at the moment, she is looking at Sakura with confusion and concern.

“Sakura, has someone been in our apartment?”

Oh shit. Sasuke.

Sakura sits bolt upright on her bed, frantically looking around her room for the dead boy. After a rough night of sleeping on a cold marble floor, the complete disaster of her ex’s “visit” this morning, and her emotional contact with Sasuke, all Sakura had wanted to do was lay down for a nap.

In all her frantic frenzy, it hadn’t even occurred to her to take Sasuke back to the cemetary. He’d nodded mutely when she’d said that she needed some sleep, and she’d just passed out on top of her bed under his sleepless gaze.

She wonders if she only imagined falling asleep to the caress of cold fingertips brushing across her face, gently sweeping aside her bangs.

Thankfully, at the moment Sasuke is nowhere in her line of sight, but that doesn’t mean that Ino hasn’t seen him.


But Ino doesn’t seem to be in the mood for her shit today, because the bridge of her nose is wrinkled in stress, and Ino hates both of those things.

“The living room is a mess! The coffee table is banged up, your vase is broken, and there are dents in the wall. Are you really going to tell me you didnt notice all that when you finally came in from wherever the hell you’ve been? And by the way, thanks for not texting me back and making me worry all night!”

Sakura groans, dropping her head in her hands. What a mess. She explains her ex’s visit to Ino, whose expression grows steadily darker with every word.

“Jesus, Sakura, why didn’t you call the police and have him arrested for assault? You know he’s not going to leave you alone.”

Before she can respond, however, a muffled crash from inside her closet has Ino rolling her eyes and sighing in disgust as she crosses the room to investigate.

“I swear, you are so disorganized. Maybe if you cleaned this thing out every once in a while-”

“Ino, wait!”

Sakura lunges at the other girl, but it’s too late. Her hand has already turned the knob, and Ino screams as Sasuke tumbles out of the closet amidst a tangled jumble of Sakura’s clothes and old textbooks.


“Ino, I can explain-”

The blonde whirls on her, eyes narrowing in fury. “So you know this guy? Is he the real reason our living room is a mess? Was your ex even here, or were you two getting some kinkery on that I don’t even want to know about?”

It’s a small mercy that Ino hasn’t noticed Sasuke’s “condition” yet, Sakura thinks dejectedly as she levels an unimpressed glare at her best friend.

“He’s the one that got the asshole to leave,” she says quietly.

Ino considers this information, squinting down at Sasuke, who still hasn’t risen from the rubble of Sakura’s closet. She reaches down and pulls him up by the scruff of his neck.

“Well, he sure doesn’t look like much, he’s all scrawny.”

Sakura freezes with baited breath as Ino inspects hia face, waiting for the inevitable bloodcurdling scream. But it never comes. Instead, her face lights up.

“Oh hey, you never told me you knew any actors. Nice contacts, dude, I bet you look great on set. Have you done any big name horror movies? Or maybe you do weird fetish porn or something. Hey, I don’t judge.”

Sasuke stares at her, bewildered and helpless, as Sakura covers her face with her palm. “Ino…”

“I’m going to order a pizza,” she declares, flipping her waterfall of blonde hair over her shoulder,“ and then I can get to know your new beau better.”

She winks at them as she closes the bedroom door behind her.


“I am so sorry,” she moans through the fingers covering her face.

“For what?” Sasuke continues to pick her clothes off of himself, including a ridiculously racy bra that she has never worn (a gift from Ino) that somehow ended up draped over his shoulder. Sakura takes it from him, immediately banishing it to the farthest reaches of her underwear drawer for the rest of eternity, with not a little mortification.

“For this whole stupid day,” she sighs, shoving the remainder of her things hastily back into the closet. “We’ve managed to buy some time with Ino, I don’t even know how that worked out, but it’s bound to end in disaster.”

Sasuke remains silent, his presence next to her comforting.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs again quietly.

His time he shakes his head. “No. I should have left you alone that first night. This is my fault. I have done nothing but complicate your life. I should go.”

He turns away, but her hand flies out of its own accord to snatch his hand, her warm fingers lacing through his cold ones.

“Don’t go,” she whispers in a small voice.

Sasuke stares down at their joined hands, feeling her pulse beating frantically through her fingers. His gaze travels to her face, where she’s biting her lip and looking close to unexplainable tears. He nods, squeezing her hand in what he hopes is reassurance and not rigor mortis.

He wonders if he could really have left even if he wanted to.


“Pizza will be here in about twenty minutes!” Ino chirps cheerfully, having put the living room back together. A horror movie, one of her favorites, teases them from the menu screen.

They emerge from her room, hands still linked, and Ino smiles like the cat that just ate the canary. Sakura shoots her a warning glance, but as ever, Ino pays her no heed. Her eyebrows waggle suggestively and Sakura just rolls her eyes, shaking her head in exasperation.

“You know, I didn’t catch your name,” the blonde says coyly, leaning over the kitchen island toward Sasuke.

“Sasuke,” he replies flatly, his dead eyes giving away none of his misgivings about Sakura’s friend.

Ino rubs her chin, lost in thought for a moment before her ridiculous smirk returns. “You know, you’re welcome to use our shower, to get all that make-up off. I’m sure Sakura can help you.”

A dish rag unsubtly flies across the kitchen at Ino’s face.

But Sakura does turn to Sasuke, eyeing him up and down and the grime that he’s covered in. “You probably could use a shower,” she admits, shrugging.

Sasuke’s brows furrow as he looks down at his dirty, tattered clothes. Understanding dawns on Ino’s face and she nods sagely.

“Don’t worry about clothes, my boyfriend keeps some extra here that you can wear. You two are about the same size, although he’s not quite as thin as you.”

Sakura nods, approving this idea, and she leads Sasuke to the bathroom. He stares at the dozens of bottles of lotion and hair products, completely lost. Sakura turns the dials of the bath (their modern design unfamiliar to him), adjusting the temperature of the now gushing water.

“How hot do you like it?”

He looks at her blankly.

“Oh, right, I guess it’s been a while, huh.” She laughs nervously.

“Okay, so, just use the blue bottle for shampoo and the white bottle for body wash. Don’t worry about the rest of that stuff, that’s Ino’s crap. Um. Do you need any help with your clothes? I know you’re kind of—you know what, never mind.”

She exits the bathroom before the hysterical giggles that are bubbling up inside her can burst forth, but she spots the extra clothes for him outside the door, and so she pops back in as quick as lightning to leave them for him.

She sighs in relief as she hears the sounds of him stepping under the water.


“Soooooo,” Ino pries as Sakura plops down on the sofa beside her, “tell me about him!”

“There’s nothing to tell, Ino,” she groans, leaning her head back against the cushions. “We just met the other day.”

Her roommate scoffs, completely rejecting that dismissal. “Whatever. You’re awfully friendly for having only met the other day. He’s already saving you from stalker ex-boyfriends and holding your hand. And don’t think I don’t see the way you look at him!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sakura snaps, her face heating. “It’s not like that.”

But the curl of Ino’s lips suggests that she knows better, and Sakura never wins these arguments, so she lets it go with a sigh, pulling out her phone and opening to a search engine. She spends a moment trying to remember Sasuke’s last name before it comes to her. She punches the search button, holding her breath.

Maybe she can find out how he died.

But just as she’s about to view the results, a strange gurgling noise comes from Ino, who’s looking behind them.


Turning to look, Sakura has to agree with that statement.

Sasuke has emerged from the shower, looking a little pinker but still corpse-pale. He looks almost normal, with the exception of the red eyes.

Gone are his ruined, filthy collared shirt and slacks. In their place are a soft grey cotton t-shirt and jeans that hang low on his skinny hips. Heavy, wet bangs fall into his eyes, and the breath that Sakura had been holding a minute ago releases in a long ‘woosh.’

“Much better,” she croaks hoarsely.

“I think that’s a bit of an understatement,” Ino mutters, “he could be a model.”

Sakura does not disagree with that as Sasuke moves to sit stiffly at her side just as the doorbell rings.

“Pizza’s here!” Ino crows, bounding toward the door.

But Sakura’s mind doesn’t register this as Sasuke’s shoulder gently nudges against hers, and her brain seems to short-circuit as he looks at her with unreadable eyes that remind her of blood. His knee brushes against hers, and her thoughts bexome a pleasant haze of white nothingness.

But her reverie is interrupted by Ino slamming two boxes of pizza on the coffee table in front of her and grinning like a minx.

“Movie time!”