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[overturie]

@maylies asked: 🎁 & 🤫 cup their face in their hands / place a finger to their lips, shushing them ✦ — still accepting !

today, yuhui worries about the button on his cardigan coming loose. he wiggles it around in his fingers and makes may take a look at it. then yuhui worries about the scraping noises that their coffee machine is making, odd and fresh to his ears today even if it's nothing new, as may tells him - it's been making those sounds for weeks. yuhui worries about bella licking her paw, squinting to check for cuts or grazes on her skin, and examines every little nook of her foot for ten minutes straight.

yuhui always worries about small things, but today they build up and fill the air like a hurricane. it draws his body rigid and batters his skin cold.

maybe may can tell that he's at the whirling epicenter of it, because there's the pad of his finger at his mouth, quieting yuhui's latest shaky rant about peach jam. he falls silent for a second, lifting his gaze to meet red-tinted eyes with something like guilt licking at the inside of his chest; behind everything there's only one real thing he is worried about today, and it eats away at him like rot.

and it’s may who has to hold him together between his palms while he gradually crumples, the lid of the jam jar falling from his hand. “i - i just think if it’s too thick it’ll - it’ll be too hard to spread on our bread, especially the soft bread,” says yuhui, voice strained while he fights a sudden prick of tears in his eyes. and it’s far too much to just be over the chunks in the peach jam, or a loose button, or a nonexistent cut on bella's paw. it's too much. but making jam is supposed to be something nice, and sweet, and happy, and today yuhui can't help with the worrying.

today yuhui worries that three little mason jars will last for months and months, and that they won't be able to finish eating all of it together. the guilt seems to tighten like a cage around his ribs as he reaches forward to find may's heartbeat, pressing his hand to his chest, counting, breathing to that rhythm. it takes too much of their ticking time before he can pull himself together again, managing a smile and a small sheepish laugh, and he takes may's hands into his own, shaking his head— "sorry, i didn't mean to get so emotional over jam."

[francixoxoxo]

.𖥔˚ Lay Back, Relax ୨ৎ

𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐗 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞!!

• 𝐓𝐖: 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭/𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠) •

Coriolanus strived to be the best husband. He was expecting his marriage to be arranged, and not exactly a loving one at that. He resigned himself to that. There were more important things at hand.

Well, that’s what he thought until you practically fell in his lap. Intelligent, kind, thoughtful. Undeniably and classically beautiful. His true match. It wasn’t just that you were perfect for public image, that mattered less to him that he would have thought. But you were perfect for him, you two fit and complimented each other like dolls in a set.

Coriolanus was sitting at his desk, flipping through a few important political documents and letters. You didn’t mind that he was busy, you were content to lay across the chaise against the wall of his office. You were flipping through a fashion magazine a bit absentmindedly. Your heels were strewn across the floor, your feet up beside you on the red velvet chaise, fashionable dress-shirt unbuttoned and rolled over your forearms to try and get comfortable after a long day.

Your husband didn’t seem to have that privilege. He rubbed his deeply furrowed temple, nostrils flaring as he stuck his silver letter-opener into a new envelope to tear it open. He was in the beginnings of his presidential campaign, rapidly moving up the ranks and leaving only one seat in Panem’s government left to achieve. You knew how passionate he was about his work, and you had to admit you were thrilled by the idea of being the First Lady. But it was taking a toll on your poor Coryo.

You did what you could as his wife to soothe him. Even now, you could see the empty cup of chamomile you’d given him earlier— hidden behind the mountain of unread papers. You knew that this work would pay off in the long run.

Though it didn’t pull at your heart any less when Coriolanus slipped into bed sometimes hours after you retired, pulling you close only after he was sure you were already awake, murmuring weary apologizes and promises.

“I’m sorry, darling,” Coryo would groan into the crook of your neck, holding you loosely and sighing. He’d press a faint kiss to your collarbone, “I got caught up…”

You’d snake your hand around to thread your fingers through his mussed blonde curls, loose just how you liked them. You’d give his scalp a gently scratch, humming groggily, “You deserve some rest.”

He’d grumble affirmatively in reply, but every night became a late one regardless.

Your eyes flicker up to him now, taking a quick break from reading a document to scribble down notes for his reply, which he’d probably write tonight. Coryo could never put things off for the next day, that was his downfall. With a heavy heart, you resigned to the thought that he’d stay up until the latest hours of the night, only coming to lay beside you when his eyes were too bleary to read the print.

The clock was already at eleven, and you couldn’t stand by and Coriolanus stay in this office until it ticked to midnight. Perhaps he felt your concerned eyes peering at him over the magazine, because he lifted his own azure gaze. He let out a sigh through his nose, offering you a weary smile. You returned it silently, watching him look back to his work with a disapproving purse of his lips. You had no choice! You pushed yourself off the chaise, padding barefoot to his desk and standing behind his rolling chair. Coryo lifted his head to look at you, brows furrowed above sleepy eyes. “Darling?”

You draped yourself over the back of the red leather chair, your cheek to his temple and your arms wrapping around his chest. Coryo smiled softly, a large hand coming to rest over your forearm. “It’s late, Coryo.” You cooed, lips ghosting the shell of his ear.

He nodded reluctantly, that smile falling into a dark expression. He sighed through his nose. “I know.”

“Come to bed.” You murmured, nosing his temple and pressing a kiss to his cheekbone. You were grateful you hadn’t washed off your day’s makeup off yet, the red lipstick stain on his milky skin satisfying. Filling you with a kind of possessive pride. Not to mention that it was hot, having your shade of lip color on his face as proof that he’d let you stain it.

Coryo protested with a grunt, shaking his head a bit. “No, no… Darling, I have my work cut out for me.” But your lips peppering kisses across his face was breaking his resolve as you stepped beside him, grabbing the armrest of his chair and turning him to face you.

“It’ll still be on your desk tomorrow,” you reminded your husband as you slipped into his lap, legs straddling his hips. Your red acrylic nails (which he paid to have done, of course) threading through the back of his platinum blonde curls as you pressed lipstick stains over his cheeks and forehead, nose and chin. He was wonderfully oblivious.

“Just another hour, and I’ll be done.” Coriolanus protested, though his hands were resting over your hips. He tried to give passing kisses to you, but the task was a bit difficult with the way you kept shifting focus. He craned his neck to allow you access to his neck when you nosed his jawline.

You groaned in frustration, gently scratching his scalp with the hand behind his head. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Exhausted.” He admitted after a moments internal debate. His eyelids had long fluttered shut.

“Poor thing, you’ll stress yourself silver.” You cooed, finally pulling away from him. You examined a few strands of blonde hair for grays.

Coryo only snorted and opened his bright, icy eyes. He stared up at you fondly, a reverent smile on playing at his lips. “I doubt I could. Not a spot on me yet.”

You mirrored his smirk, but shook your head. “Point is, you’re overworked.” Coryo didn’t disagree nor agree, he just gently smoothed a palm over your thigh as you went on. “I think I have just the thing to help you unwind.”

Coriolanus’ eyebrows furrowed, he shook his head a bit. “I don’t think two cups of tea in an hour is very healthy, my darling.” You couldn’t help the giggle bubbling from your lips.

You pushed yourself off his lap, only causing his confused expression to deepen. His hands rested on your hips still. You press a sweet little kiss to his plush lips, though it was only chaste for a few moments before it deepened and his tongue slid past yours. All too soon, you broke the kiss. But only to replace it with something better.

“Darling..“ Coryo protested, his hand moving to your shoulder. “I know you’re tired, you don’t—“

“Let me.” You cut him off, turning your cheek to press a kiss to his wedding band. He was a thoughtful man. He knew that if you got him started, there wasn’t any stopping. But who was he to assume you didn’t want him?

Coriolanus’ eyes were hungry, fixed on you as you sunk to your knees between his lazily spread legs. Slowly, but not hesitantly, you reached for his zipper. “You don’t have to. Say the word, my love, and you can go on to bed.” He cooed, his tone agonizingly gentle, but you heard the strain. Looking up at his handsome features, eyes dark with lust, you knew he was desperate for this.

“I want to.” You replied, hooking your fingers under his waistband and pulling the quality fabric down, along with his suit pants, to his knees. His mouth-watering length sprang out as you did, catching your attention. He was easily seven or eight inches. You carefully but not hesitantly reached for him, wrapping a soft hand around the base of his cock.

Coriolanus inhaled sharply at that, his hips shifting ever so slightly. You couldn’t fight the smirk slipping over your face as you stroked your fist up and he exhaled harshly through his nose. Glancing up at your husband’s expression, his jaw was clenched and his blue eyes already so hazy. It had been too long (maybe a week, far too long for Coriolanus’ standards).

“How often have you thought of this?” You grinned, swiping your thumb over his flushed tip to spread the precum beading there. Coryo is white-knuckling the armrests of his chair, his fingernails divoting the red, upholstered leather. You can tell that he’s stifling any sound.

“You have no idea.” Coryo grunts, tipping his head back against his chair and staring down at you, lips parting. You feel satisfaction knowing these attempts at aloofness will be moot in a few moments.

You leaned forward to press a little kiss to his leaking head, batting those doe eyes up at him and making the heat rise up his neck, goosebumps erupting over his exposed forearms. A low groan escaped his lips, his muscles tense. “Lay back and relax.” You reminded.

Coryo’s hand slipped into your hair as you licked a long stripe up the underside of his shaft, he let out a soft sigh. His hips shifted a bit under your touch. You watched his face carefully, noting every little detail. His long lashes against his cheeks, the slight furrow of his brows, the set of his mouth. Everything you knew and loved.

When you closed your lips around him, lowering your head until your gag reflex protested, you were sure to catch Coriolanus’ moan as it left his lips. The weight of him on your tongue was familiar, warm. He was practically throbbing already— one week and he’s already so desperate for you. His eyes fluttered open, the icy blue of them focused on you. his nails gently scratched your scalp as an encouragement. “You’re so damn pretty.” He mumbled softly, relishing in the sight of you with his cock in your mouth. You hummed, gratified.

Coryo looked like he wanted to say more, but the way you began sucking shut him up. The warm wetness of your mouth and tongue on him was electrifying, it wasn’t long before he was clutching the armrest again. His hips bucked up to your mouth involuntarily and he was tempted to apologize, but the whimper that brought from your lips only made him harder. You were so beautiful from where he was sitting, doe-eyed and all for him.

You were taking it languid, using your hand to reach the inches your mouth couldn’t. It was too slow for his liking, it wasn’t very long until his hand tightened in your hair and he began thrusting his cock upward with purpose. “Fuck, your mouth.. Feel fuckin’ amazing.” Coryo grunted, his own mouth falling open in a gasp.

He wasn’t too rough with you, but enough to show you exactly who was in charge. Enough for you to enjoy it. Your throat burned, tears pricking your eyes and your whines filling his office, mixed with the obscene, wet sound of your saliva mixed with his precome. After hardly a minute of shoving his dick down your throat and grunting praise that didn’t match his actions in the least, Coryo lets out a guttural moan. “Shit, such a good fucking girl. Let me come in your mouth, baby, please— fuck,” You managed to hum affirmatively around his cock, your hand on his thigh squeezing.

With a low and masculine groan, his seed spurted down your throat, hips slowing their jerking into your mouth. His fingers tightened in your hair, though not too painfully. When he finally came down from the high, his head tipping back against the back of his chair and his hand smoothing down your hair he had mussed, your lips left him with a wet pop!

“You’re too good to me.” Coriolanus breathed, his eyes half-lidded and grin lazy when you rose to your feet. You leaned over him with a knee on the chair beside his thigh, kissing his cheek.

“You were supposed to relax and let me do the work.” You giggled, leaving him no choice but to turn his face and capture your lips. He could taste himself on your tongue, though he didn’t mind. He nose bumped yours as he pulled away.

“Mmm, you shouldn’t have to lift a finger, my love.” Coryo cooed, eyes sleepy and adoring. Certainly de-stressed. Whether he was ready for bed was another matter. His large hand moved to your hip, kneading the softness there.

“Let me return the favor.”

[thepenguinwriter]

I was wondering if you're okay writing an Angel Dust. M!Reader. More specifically Drag Angel Dust. I haven't seen anyone make these before so this is an original idea. A one-shot if perfect, but you can do whatever you want. You can do this as smut or fluff, it doesn't matter! Have a great rest of your day!!

`` 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥? ```

╰┈➤✮ 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠!𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

╰┈➤✮ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.

╰┈➤✮ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠!𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥, 𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐚𝐥

You were sprawled out on the couch of your shared hotel room with your boyfriend, Angel Dust. You scrolled trough your phone mindlessly, listening to the spider demon rambling on about makeup. You weren't exactly knowledgeable in fashion, that was usually left up to your darling, so it all sounded like gibberish.

"..and this new primer I got, ugh, I love it! But seriously, I need to buy some new brushes soon, 'cuz.. hey, are you even listenin'?"

You turned your gaze to see your boyfriend staring at you with a questioning, and perhaps offended look in his eyes. You sighed and sat up straighter. "I am, but honestly, babe, I don't have a clue what you're talking about."

Angel rolled his eyes, adding a few finishing touches to his makeup look before standing up and walking over to his comically large closet. "What outfit do ya think I should go for?"

"I dunno." You shrugged, going back to scrolling trough Sinstagram.

"Gee, ya could atleast be a little helpful," The spider said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He went on to dig trough his wardrobe.

Finally deciding to actually help, you put your phone away and leaned against the arm of the couch. "Don't you usually make an outfit for each show?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but Val didn't tell me 'bout this shit 'til it was too late," Angel replied, scrunching up his face in anger at his mention of his boss.

You lent a sympathetic look to your partner. "Just pick something pink and shiny, that usually works."

"Doll, how many pink and shiny outfits do ya think I have?"

"Way too many?"

The spider demon nodded and turned back to his closet with a sigh.

You pondered on the couch, a silence filling the hotel room. The only sound was Angel rummaging trough his clothes, and your finger tapping onto the material the couch was made of.

Eventually, you came to a conclusion.

"..go for something hot and sexy. Everyone likes that. Like.. black and pink. Revealing. That stuff."

Your boyfriend seemed to consider the option. Then, as if in realization, he turned back to you.

"...You just wanna see me in that outfit because ya think it's hot, huh?"

You grinned. "Maybe."

Angel smiled and pulled out the exact outfit you described, making your eyes light up. "Alright handsome, ya get what you want."

"Yes!" You jumped up from the couch, going over to kiss him. "You're the sweetest, baby."

"Don't mention it, hot stuff." He smiled, kissing you back. "You'll get to have me all to yourself after the show."

A/N: Angel!! I always love writing for him. I hope the oneshot was worth the wait :,D thank you for your request!!

Divider by: @rookthornesartistry

[th3-3d3n-g4rd3n]

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚

𝐀 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐜𝐤!𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞... 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Inspired by this~

☆彡༄

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 (??)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐣𝐨𝐜𝐤!𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫), 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 (𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐞), 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞), 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 (𝐦 - 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚), 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐦), 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛 (𝐦 - 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐈𝐕), 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐀𝐔

𝟏𝟏𝟒𝟏 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

“𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐱 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭.“

Bang Chan was insufferable. There was nothing that annoyed you more than a stupid playboy who would do anything to get his dick wet and assumed that he was better than everyone because he was good at sport. Chan ticked all the boxes. At least, he appeared to.

“[name], please stay behind class. You too, Chan. I need to speak with you both about something” the teacher announced just before the bell went. You rolled your eyes, what could the teacher possibly want with you and him?

“Miss [name], you’re here because I want you to tutor Chan over here since he is almost failing every single subject and, you’re our best student here in this college. It would also get you some extra credit, boost you to an A+ !”

He has GOT to be joking. He cannot possibly think that YOU could waste your time on some stupid basketball boy like Bang Chan. Screw all of this, you didn’t need extra credit, you could get the A+ by yourself, study harder, you know?

“Sure, I can do that” Fuck. Why did you say that? Well, damage is done now. I mean sure, it was true that you did have a tinyyyyyy crush on him but like, how could you not? I mean look at him. Stupid, pretty blonde hair and stupid, pretty brown eyes. But, as soon as he opened his mouth, everything was ruined.

It was late, about 7pm. Chan had FINALLY decided to show up to your dorm, 2 hours after planned. So, you were already pissed off and you hadn’t listened to his bullshit excuse for being late yet.

“Why are you so late, Chan?” you questioned. “Sorry, I was with a girl” he said slyly, smirking as if he was the only person ever getting girls. “Ugh, grow up. Sit down at the desk, all of the books are laid out” you said and pointed to a chair.

He rolls his eyes before dropping his backpack on the floor next to your Dr Marten shoes and slumping down on the chair you had pointed to previously. “Charming” you spoke sarcastically.

You started going over the work and trying to explain it as simply as you could and yet, he was still not fucking understanding. You started getting frustrated after an hour of him being incompetent and you know, you know that you shouldn’t get mad at someone for not understanding work however, it’d be a lot easier if he was actually LISTENING.

“Hey, are you even fucking listening?” you shouted at him. Admittedly you came off a bit more aggressive than you meant to. “Shit, I didn’t realise the kitty had claws.” he said, which you think was supposed to wind you up but it was actually just really cringey. “Never fucking say that again, now pay attention” you reply. “Well maybe it’ll be easier to pay attention if you weren’t so boring” he retaliated.

You stood up hastily and walked over to him, “Maybe if you weren’t so fucking stupid and you thought with your head instead of your dick, you’d get the fucking work and we wouldn’t have to keep going over it!”

He clearly didn’t expect this attitude from you as he was left mouth open with a faint blush on his cheeks. And, that’s when you realised. He was hard.

“Are you fucking hard?” you ask the obvious. And, I MEAN OBVIOUS. Poor boy had gotten so painfully hard over you yelling at him, I mean it’s pathetic really.

“It’s not my fucking fault, I can’t control what it does!” he shouts back. You slap him across the face, “you’re gonna have to watch how you fucking speak to me if you want me to help you.”

He nods meekly and keeps his head down in attempt to hide the flush present on his cheeks. “Now what we’re gonna do is… I’m gonna touch your stupid dick and ask you a random trivia question. If you get the question right, I’ll speed up. You get it wrong, I’ll slow down. If I have to get to the point where I stop, I stop for good and you get out of my fucking dorm. Okay?” you suggest. He nods once more.

You unzipped his baggy jeans and pulled his boxers down just enough for his dick to spring out and start pumping it at a neutral pace. “I’ll start off easy, English Language class, what is this difference between a simile and a metaphor?” you question.

“S-shit um… simile is when you use ‘like’ o-or ‘as’ and… fuck… a metaphor is when you say something is- ah- something else” he answered, broken up by shivered breathes, small mewls and cusses. “Yes, well done, baby.” you said and sped up; he gasped and his back arched at the new speed.

“Next question… history class. What year did the Berlin Wall fall?” you quiz again. “FUCK, I don’t know… shitshitshit… 1981?” he guesses. “Wrong.”

You slow back down, so much so that his climax - of which he was about 30 seconds away - disappeared almost immediately. “Fuck you” he cusses at you. Smack. The harsh feeling elicits a needy whine from the boy below you. “Are you getting off on me hurting you? You’ll get off of anyone or anything touching your tiny dick won’t you? You’re such a fucking whore.”

His head falls back, the lack of pleasure is driving him crazy and feelings of need cloud his mind. “One last question, this decides whether I stop or, you get to finish, okay?” he nods, not really comprehending any words you said but just deciding to agree anyway.

“Geography class, which two countries have the longest shared international border?” you ask. For a minute or two he really has to rack his empty brain. He then has a lightbulb moment, “Canada and the US!” he almost shouts. “Good boy” you sped up again, moving at an almost inhuman pace. He jaw falls slack as he is overwhelmed with the new found friction.

“Shitshitshit, can I cum? Can I cum, please [name], pleaseeee” you can’t help but giggle at the boy’s desperation. “Go on then, cum for me, bitch” you say mockingly. He whispers a string of ‘thank you’s’ before letting out a high-pitched moan and finally releasing thick spurts of cum. “Holy shit” he cusses.

“Go and get in the shower, you’re covered in sweat and cum. I don’t need that in my dorm” you smile patronisingly at him, “I’ll get you spare clothes.”

“I wasn’t with a girl before, you know? I was just scared to come over…” he told you before heading to your bathroom. “Come with me, I’ll pay you back…”

“Pay me back by paying attention in class” You roll your eyes, continuing to follow him into the shower regardless.

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆!

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞

- 𝐄𝐝𝐞𝐧 💋

[itsonlybaby]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 - 𝐦. 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧﹒

◜♡﹒﹒𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭﹒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹒𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

was inspired by this song

Monty Green - Arkadia

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ you've been crushing on monty for years now, and you decide it's time to give him a hint, which doesn't go as planned ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: fluff, cursing, sad talk, sfw

"I think you should just tell him," Octavia states, messing with some of the trinkets I kept on my dresser.

We were sitting in my room, which I shared with Monty. He had been my best friend for years so it wasn't weird when we offered to pair our rooms given the limited space since Arkadia crashed.

"I can't just tell him, what if he rejects me?" My fingers ran through my hair, nervously playing with it.

"Then he rejects you, why don't you try flirting with him at least?"

Octavia usually had good advice, and it would've been good. If I knew how to flirt. I hadn't flirted with anyone since I realized my feelings for Monty.

Octavia must've noticed the look of terror on my face, "Relax your eyes, and flutter your eyelashes."

I did as told and she bursted out laughing.

"Don't blink, flutter, make it look effortless." Her advice was confusing but I tried.

"Perfect!" Octavia spoke enthusiastically, earning a smile from me.

"So what should I say?" I ask, still confused about how relaxing my eyes will help me.

Octavia thought momentarily, "Ask him out for a drink!"

I shot up and hugged her tightly, I was grateful to have her for advice like this. She returned the hug.

"Go, I'll be with Lincoln if you need me."

I nodded and smiled brightly before walking off to find Monty, I checked the bar first, then the rovers, and finally found him in the tech room. Of course.

I knocked on the open door and he quickly turned around to check. His hair was in the usually messy side sweep and he wore a guard jacket. I always thought he looked cute in it.

"Hey, Monty," I greeted, walking over to the chair beside him.

Monty quickly reverted his attention to the screen, I had no clue what any of it meant. He tried to teach me a few times but I just never got the gist of it.

"Hey, what did you need?" He asks, eyes still glued to the screen. I was surprised he didn't need glasses yet.

"I was just bored, what are you up to?"

"Just watching how far Raven can get with our new trackers. It was her idea, she's awesome."

It was silly but for some reason, I felt my heart pang at this. Raven was amazing, she was smart and beautiful, and I was silly not to see it before. Monty and Raven are pretty close.

"Yeah, she's amazing," I say, hurt lacing my voice. Monty seemed to into the screen to notice. It was a shame Octavia's advice went to waste.

"I'll get going then," I say, standing up and taking my leave, not waiting for a reply.

I thought about going to Octavia and Lincoln's room but I didn't wanna be a bother, so I ended up at the bar on my third drink.

I had forgotten how much time had passed, the only thing clouding my mind was Monty, how he didn't even seem to care that I left. Was I just misreading his signals?

I can't believe the boy who has been my best friend for years didn't tell me about his feelings for Raven, the boy who's been there for me for years, the boy who seen me at my best and my worst, the boy who comforted me when I was sad, the boy who got sick with me just to take care of me, it was all nothing in the end.

I was finishing up my third cup when I heard a voice from behind me.

"How many have you had?"

A voice I know all too well. Monty.

"Look who it is," I say teasingly, spinning around on the bar stool.

Monty frowns at me, and I feel a little piece of me get sad at myself for making him frown.

"How many?" He asks again, in a more stern tone.

"Three about to be four, Sinclair!" I shout, Monty shaking his head at Sinclair when he appears.

So not fair, he can do whatever he wants but I can't have a few drinks.

"We should get you to bed, it's getting late." Sincerity was evident in his tone. God, why did he have to care? It makes all of this so much harder

Since Sinclair wouldn't serve me drinks anymore I agreed to head back to our room, I hobbled off of the chair, thankful Monty caught me as I almost fell.

The walk to the room was long, partially because I kept randomly stopping and mumbling incoherently but after a few minutes we finally made it.

Opening the door I stumbled in without Monty's help and plopped on the bed, exhaustion and sadness hitting me like a brick.

Monty started taking off my shoes and jacket for me, and I soon felt myself starting to cry uncontrollably. Monty noticed immediately.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"

The tears couldn't stop no matter how hard I tried, it was embarrassing ugly crying in front of him.

"Go be with Raven," I say between sobs, trying to calm my breathing.

His face turned to one of confusion, processing what I was saying- or trying to say.

"Raven is with Kyle, I got worried about you so I went to find you." He took my hand into him, rubbing circles on the back of my palm, bringing comfort to me.

"But she's so awesome and smart and beautiful." My sobs started to calm down.

He seemed to understand what I was referencing, his face turned to relief.

"I meant her GPS tracker, Raven is cool but," Monty hesitated, "I think you're the most beautiful girl I've seen." He gave me a small smile and searched my eyes.

A wave of red crashed on my cheeks, now becoming aware of the situation, thank god I still had some alcohol in my system.

"I really wanna kiss you," I spoke softly, my eyes staring at his lips, it was his turn to blush now.

I started to lean in until our lips met in a sweet kiss. Every worry I had before now faded with one simple kiss.

I pulled away with a small, cheeky smile. Pure joy replaced every ounce of sadness I had before. My smile was returned.

"Does this mean I can kiss you whenever I want?" Monty asked, a goofy smile on his face.

"Whenever you want." I giggled.

◜♡﹒﹒𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭﹒𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹒𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[strboyrion]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. ♡︎

𝐛𝐥𝐤!𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄. ♡︎

11 years ago.

"Ay? Y/N? Wake up, boy. Wash your face, brush your teeth. You got school." The boy woke up to the voice of his mother. Despite being seven, he restrained from swatting her hand from his face. She lightly slapped his cheek, her brown skin contrasting nicely in the dim light of the singular dying orange light bulb in his lamp.

"Yes, ma'am.." He mumbled tiredly, rubbing his eyes, stumbling out of bed, out of the door and into the bathroom, where he went to do as told. His mother stayed behind to get clothes for him, as one did at this age when your momma still dressed you.

"M/N?" His father, the tired man, called from the hall as he walked into the room. "Yeah?" She replied, pulling a long sleeve shirt and a plaid patterned shirt to go over it out of the closet. Putting it on the bed and closing the door, deciding it would be best if there was as much wall between their conversation and their son as possible. It seemed most of their conversations these days were financial.

"I... I lost one of my jobs today." The man said. The blow could've been softened, but he was never one to play around. A trait his son inherited from him. M/N didn't get a chance to answer F/N. "Listen, I know, but we don't got the money to stay here. And I don't know how to tell him that, so I ask that while I figure this out for us. That you do, please?" F/N had a begging kind of look in his eyes as he spoke.

"Duck-" Y/N's mother began to refuse. Using the tactic of calling him by his nickname instead of just hitting him with a, 'Nigga no!' But Y/N walked in the room and F/N flashed M/N a smile, shrugging and hugging the boy. Also wishing him a good day at school.

He had to leave for his next shift at his other job anyway. "Wife." He smiles at her one last time, kissing her on the cheek and walking out of Y/N's door. "Bye, dad.." Y/N mumbled after him. Slipping his first shirt over his head, just barely hearing as his mother called his father a 'fuck nigga?' Whatever that is.

He pulled the second shirt over his head, and his jeans on. His mom walked out after that, figuring he could put on a pair of Converse or Nikes without assistance. She was correct, he pulled the black ones on and tied them. Brushing his hair in the mirror only for a minute before grabbing his backpack. "Jr.!" He heard his mother call for him. And saw that as a cue to leave his room. He walked out, hands in his pockets.

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Billie was awake already. But when her mother walked into her room and flicked that bright white light on, she still managed to hiss sure she was awake but just barely. She groaned and turned away. But smiled and giggled as Maggie, her mother, gave her a hug.

"Morning." They said to each other, as Maggie helped her daughter out of bed. The blonde child, clearly much more enthusiastic to be up. The girl's mother walked out of the room afterwards, leaving her daughter to whatever she did. The girl also picked out a choice of clothes surprisingly not all that different from Y/N.

Of course, she didn't know it at this point in time, she would soon. She took care of herself and her hygiene in the bathroom and went back to her room. Getting dressed. Putting the clothes on, shoes, and heading downstairs.

"Finneas?" She stopped by her older brother's room. Finneas was his name. Her ocean blue eyes searched his room, the sun shining through an open window. "Jesus.." She mumbled, but continued searching his room carefully. Finneas was tall and a ginger boy, so you'd think he'd stand out anywhere. But in reality, he was good at hiding in plain sight.

"Shit!" She whispered in shock as he popped up in front of her suddenly. "What?" His jaw nearly dropped, as he laughed. "Nah, what did you'd say?" She shrugged him off. Walking away, towards the door, a banana in her hand. As she waited for her dad to drive them to school. He came not long after.

"Hey kids." She heard him, feeling a hand pat her shoulder. Watching as his other hand rested on her brothers. "You ready?" They nodded at him. And walked out the door. Walking down the thin stairs in front of their house, and into a fairly nice car.

20 minutes later.

Y/N walked into his elementary school, thoughts of every tune in his head from that morning's walk replaying. His thoughts were soon replaced by thoughts of simple mathematics, and grasping the concept of grammar. He liked grammar more. He understood it better he felt, words seemed to flow in class, he could read faster than your average little black boy.

But none of that would help in recess, and this was something he understood fine as he watched his other classmates stumble over big words. Well, not the little blonde girl he called his friend. It'd been that way since kindergarten. If anything she was better than him, but- oh wait, it's..

"Recess!"

He zoned back into class, feeling a few pairs of eyes on him.

He hadn't realized he was reading out loud. Nevermind now, it was back on the streets, time to go trade marbles. He collected his stuff, waving at Billie, the blonde he was thinking of earlier, and shoved his bag of marbles in his pocket. Walking out the door that led into the wood chip-covered area they called their playground in the back. Y/N felt unbothered by all the children running around.

"Ducky, wait up!" He heard his nickname from behind him. "YAH?" He turned around innocently, not expecting a hug from his friend. The very hug that damn near knocked him off his feet. "Ahoy, Pirate." He patted her back, holding their position for a moment before pulling back. "Race me to the swings?" Marble gambling could wait, their annual race was more important. He smiled at her as she nodded, and he took his place. "On your mark..."

After School.

"Jr.!" Y/N heard the sound of his mothers voice. He looked up from the bench where he sat with a book, and smiled at her. "Let's go." She said, as he grabbed his backpack and started walking towards her. Looking around as he did.

His school was in a place where Compton and LA met. Where you could see where bluer skies ended and grayer skies started. I'm sure you can decide for yourself which is which, and he knew where he lived was very different from that blue skied paradise.

Compton, was known more for gang warfare and niggas in alleyways selling drugs. That's what he called home. LA? It was composed of a bunch of dreamers, and movie stars. Occasionally, a homie from Compton would end up over there. Y/N doubted it would be him, maybe he would pass it on the way to college though. His parents were quite set on that, or hey would be at least if they had the money. But Y/N knew nothing of that fact, until... 5 minutes from now?

As he reached his mother, he took her hand, and she took his small backpack. She usually carried it for him while they walked home. "Jr.?" It didn't take him long to get enthralled in thoughts again. To which, she called his name to shake him from. "Y/N." He snapped his head towards her. "Yes, ma'am?" He mumbled, noticing as his mother slowed her pace. Seeing as she stopped walking as fast, the slight bounce that was in the small boy's step was gone now.

"So... your daddy and I, we have been talking about moving. And we think we'll like it a bit more south..." This explanation was very vague, but it's okay, luckily for my sanity you're not stupid. And you knew...

𝐘/𝐍 knew that he would be moving deeper into Compton. More niggas in alleyways, more Pirus and Crips, more cocaine and weed. But what did he know about any of that? He's 7. So he nodded, any attachment he had to the home disappearing in moments. He would soon learn that attachment was strong. And it would only get when you were holding up gang signs out car windows at 9.

1 month Later; School.

Y/N walked into school, a pair of white forces on with a matching shirt and a simple pair of jeans. He sat down in a seat, watching as the time went by and the other kids filtered in. However, it went faster than he could ever imagine, as his thoughts couldn't seem to keep up anymore. He was knocked out of his trance; of which he was in trying to remember yesterday's material by Billie.

"So where have you been?" She whispered, sitting next to him. She usually doesn't. She preferred sitting a bit closer to the board, so she could see better. He was the opposite, sitting in the very back.

"Uh-I don't know..? Here?" He answered partially confused. Her question didn't make much sense. Well he supposed it did. But he was avoiding her on purpose; to avoid the fact he wouldn't see her anymore. So to compensate he took the question very literally, but to be entirely honest, he hadn't technically been there.

He'd skipped their races most days. They didn't talk anywhere near as often. And he felt the need to apologize, but he wouldn't. He couldn't be convinced, except truthfully he could, but she wouldn't try. They were equally stubborn and it was likely she would try to ignore him for the rest of class.

But she couldn't.. she approached him, angry. "Don't do that." She mumbled, shoving him slightly. "Billie, I'm moving." He mumbled back, finally averting his E/C eyes from where they were fixed on the desk. And then the bell rang, and the teacher began writing things on the board. Y/N was quick to follow. Putting his composition notebook in front of him and writing vigorously.

Billie only nodded and did the same, "Fine." she said, holding back a scoff and perhaps some sour words as she wrote less enthusiastically. "Just bury a friend then..." she whispered to herself, but he could hear fine. He felt bad, but didn't question her.

There wasn't anything he could do about any type of circumstance. He was told he would be homeschooled anyway. And as far as he knew, that meant he would be bought as many books as they could afford and told to go crazy. He was satisfied with this. Soon the recess bell rang. It made him wonder at what point writing what he heard but did not comprehend, became automatic? Now, apparently.

Though what use was that skill, he didn't need it anymore. All he needed to know was how many bullets are in a clip-

"Around 10." And here he was, giving up all his marbles. Now, listen very closely, these were worth something. And if you looked at all the other kids' marbles. Few had something worth anything, so those with were the ones he targeted. The others, he pushed aside.

Derek, had more than a few end of day marbles. Those could be worth thousands of dollars in USD. But Derek was known for being a dumbass, it was likely he'd take a deal of more regular marbles for just 3 of those. "Hey, D? I'll give you these for 3 of those." Y/N holds out some regular old marbles and points at Derek's end of day marbles.

Derek didn't think twice and handed them over. Walking away before Y/N could change his mind, not that he would. The H/C boy looked to his next victim, slipping the marbles in his pocket. He had 4 more to trade. He wanted to leave with at least 5. "What's good?" He mumbled, he'd never noticed this person. Never bothered. But they did have a few Lutz marbles.

He picked up the rest of his marbles, Recess was almost over. "Here. I can get 2 of those?" He asked, pointing to them. The kid passed them over, and swiped the bag from him. Emptying the marbles into their pocket, and passing it back. "Later." Y/N walked away after that, going to find the girl he was probably never gonna see again.

He'd never wish she would venture into Compton, honest, ransom would be the first thought on half the minds of the people. "Ahoy!" Giddily, he finds her on a bench, and sits down next to her. "The hell do you want?" She huffs, and he hisses. "Uncalled for..." He mumbles, but pulls out the bag. Dropping the marbles in his hand inside of it, and holding it out.

Watching as she stared at it for a moment. Before he shook it. "My hands getting tired, take it."

He chuckled slightly, and dropped the bag. The blonde caught it. "Thanks." She wasn't mad anymore, just melancholic.

"Alright pay attention... This is called a Lutz marble," he picks one up. "You find the right one, that's worth up to $350." He continues explaining the values, and then he explains how he gambled, and then also how he 110% was a scammer. "They asked for it." He shrugged at his story when he was done, smiling as she leaned on him and laughed. "Dumbass."

After School.

"Guess this is goodbye, then." Y/N faces Billie on the sidewalk, his hand extended towards her. As her brother waited for her next to their fathers car. And her father looked at them confused through the window.

"Is it?" She said, but shook his hand anyway. Not letting go afterwards. It gave him a sense of foreshadowing, one he would ignore for now. As the two of them meeting again seemed impossible.

He was a good kid but... not in this mAAd city.

"I don't know.. probably." He mumbled back. Pulling her towards him and into a hug. He almost felt the need to cry, and as long as he knew her, she probably did too. "I'll miss you though..." He avoided eye contact, until he backed up.

Leaving her there, looking just a bit more melancholic than usual. He didn't want to blame himself for that, and she didn't blame him either. She walked over to the car, and he began the walk home on his own. Or the walk back to what was his home, his new home was...

Long Beach Blvd

2 Years Later

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A much taller Y/N who had somehow hit an early growth spurt, (though he was not done growing, say he was about ⅔ the height he would be at full maturity.) Stood in the corner of a sketchy street, a knife in his pocket. As he checked his clothes, and the people around him. 'Green... purple... red..' He saw niggas repping colors all around, and so he purposely wore white.

His father always made it clear he belonged to no gang but himself. Well, him and the homies. His 'brothers', who stood near him. Few of them were his own family.

His slightly younger cousin, just by a few months, Hykeem. Hykeem's older brothers, who were older than both of them, acted as supervisors. Travis, was the older one and 16; he was about 5'11, dreads, and his favorite thing to do was sell that um.. booger sugar. Not actually, but you'd think it would be how often he did it.

Destin, also 5'11, was Hykeem's 15 year old brother, now unlike his brother, surprisingly he didn't know much about cocaine or moving it. No, instead, Destin was more about the action. A pistol stayed in his pocket.

And no one could blame him for it, as Long Beach was one of the most dangerous streets in Compton. Though Y/N had to say, as dangerous as it was for all of its shootout, robbery, murderous glory. T'was a beautiful scene, and as the name suggested, there were a few beaches in the area.

"Y/N, you listenin' lil bro?" He was asked this by Jordan. Jordan wasn't related to them but he was a good friend, and reliable, he was also 16. Sad what happened to him. Y/N was never listening, not really. It felt as if he couldn't help it but at the same time it was almost like-

"Yeah, I'm hungry too, burgers?" Y/N looks at the other young men, who nod and stuff bandannas in their pockets. That's another strategy. Everyone carries a color, it's concealed until they get into some trouble with any sort of gang. Do believe it's saved Hykeem's ass more than once.

"'Keem, you got green hanging out your back pocket."

Destin mumbled to the kid, before walking away. Starting to walk across the street to where the burger stand where [ ɽɛɗɑɕᵼɛɗ ], usually hung around. He didn't see him though, it was a strange occurrence. So he called the rest of the boys over.

"Hey! Y'all c'mere real quick!" He said, causing the rest of the other guys, Y/N included, to hurry their walk to a run. "What?" Y/N uttered, looking around. "Hey, where's [ ɽɛɗɑɕᵼɛɗ ] at? Ain't that his spot over ther-?" The H/C boy pointed to the table outside the building where the man usually sat, but got cut off by gunshots. He ducked, pulling Hykeem down to his knees with him.

"Shit! Nigga get down!" He heard Travis yell, as just a few more rang out before they stopped.

Breathing heavily, Y/N looked around to see if

the culprit was anywhere near them. Sure enough, they had to be as the gunshots sounded close. But at least he could tell not on that side of the street, as it was mostly bare apart from women and small children.

Typically here, women were left out of whatever business they were doing, unless it was over them. If it was over them, sometimes the girl could potentially end up hurt too. "Y/N! Nigga break outta that shit we gotta go!" Travis hit his shoulder. "Let's go, we gotta see if someone got hurt blud..." Jordan helps him up, Destin helping Hykeem.

The group of 5 ran over to the other side of the street, around the building. However they halted half way. "Woah, nigga!" The two oldest brothers damn near screamed, there was blood on the sidewalk.

Traces of it really, and that's when Y/N saw it.

T'was out of the corner of his eye, and only for a split second. Inside of the burger joint, the way the light from the sun hit his eye changed for a second. Someone- whoever did it, had to have just walked in that motherfucker. He glanced over at it, searching it. All the employees probably hid in the back which meant whoever-.

He saw [ ɽɛɗɑɕᵼɛɗ ] crouching by a window looking at them through it, clutching a gun.

"Guys... we should just keep walking, you know 12 will be here soon, I ain't catching no offense." Y/N starts walking away, passing a light-skinned man on the floor with multiple shots through his body and head. And blood pooled around him.

"Ain't nothing but a Compton thang..." He reminded himself, shaking his head.

"Wonder what he did to deserve that." Hykeem joined him, and put an arm around his shoulder. Y/N shrugged, and answered. "I don't know man. Looks like syrup sandwiches though..." He didn't want any meat after that.

6 Years Later.

"Yo... Ion know about this man." Y/N sat in the backseat of a car. Hykeem was driving, this was the first bad sign. He barely had his learners permit, but his brothers were in the car so this was legal. Jordan sat in the front seat, searching through his phone for music. "Nigga, ain't nothing good to play." He put his phone down. From where Y/N could see, which was a lot from where he was in the middle of Travis and Destin. Who mostly stayed silent as they were higher than high. And still, continued to hotbox the car. Jordan was right, there wasn't shit to play.

"Shit- I guess we riding in silence." Y/N shrugged and sat back, putting his feet up on the armrest between the front seats. Putting his head back as well and closing his eyes. Inhaling second hand smoke, just another few minutes in this car and the 15 year old's eyes would be red. He didn't give a damn, he always reeked of weed and cologne anyway because of 'the homies.'

"Nigga, I'm bored." Hykeem hard stops. And everyone comes alive again.

"Yo!"

"Shit!"

"Damn!"

"Nigga?"

Were only some of the responses that came from the boys. Another was Jordan smacking Hykeem in the head. "Fuck is wrong with you?" He mumbled, "Keep driving."

Hykeem continued to drive and the now awake group continued to struggle with music. "Bro I seriously can't find nothing..."

Y/N, who was tired of the complaining, snatched Jordan's phone, and after a moment put it down. "This what you was talking about the other day? That beat CD?" He asked Jordan. Jordan was a dreamer, he wanted to be a rapper. But he gave up on it after getting flamed a few times. Y/N would take a spin at it. He was often considered nothing short of a poet.

Hykeem's older brothers turned to him as if he'd said something completely out of the ordinary. "Fuck you looking at?" He mumbled. "Nigga what you finna do?" Travis questioned, as the younger boy shrugged back. "Man ion even know..."

The beat came in, and the boys in the car began nodding to it. They liked it.. they liked it a lot. So Y/N started rapping on it..

"Uh, Martin had a dream..."

And so did Y/N.

Though he'd never noticed his phone ringing...

Meanwhile...

"Woman, I want my motherfuckin' dominos." A drunken, and even more high F/N yelled at M/N, who only laughed at him- almost sarcastically. But dialed her son on the phone again. She knew where he was now- out trapping, hipping, and banging. Either way:

"Hello? What you doing?" Again, she knew the answer, still with a bit of hope, she'd ask anyway.

"Kickin it.." Y/N answered. You could tell he was out of breath, and if you listened closely, you could hear faint sirens in the background. He knew he was probably about to catch his first offense with the homies.

WITH Y/N

After the boys manage to escape from the cops, Y/N sat still in the car with his friends. Things he didn't own on his lap, of course, they'd stolen it. As where the fuck else would they get a tv, Nintendo's, games, and shoes?

"So what we gon do now?" Travis mumbled, pulling at a braid of his. Of course, he was met with annoyed looks from the rest of the boys. Hykeem contemplated for a moment. "I mean we could get active..?" He questioned, only to be met by a glare from Y/N, who began to shout. "Nigga, take me home.. y'all dumbasses need to lay low for a bit.." He looks out the window, watching as the car began to turn in the direction of his house.

Upon arrival, he gets out of the car looking at the boys inside. "Look now, don't do anything stupid." He says, before grabbing a few of the things they'd stolen including a new tin of dominos for his father. He takes a second to haul the stuff inside before waving at the car, watching them drive off as he steps into the house.

Looking around the sun-lit place and leaving the dominos on the counter, before stepping into his bedroom and lying on his bed. His eyes on the ceiling as he day-dreamed, occasionally he closed his eyes and spoke to himself. Just.. thinking and, more importantly, dreaming. He wanted nothing more in life but to be something big. He didn't know quite yet what that could be, but he hoped it would happen soon.

It had to happen soon, before something he couldn't fix happened..

He takes a moment to finish his more complex thoughts, before finally rising from his bed and walking into the living room. He turns on the tv upon entry, and sits down on the couch. Now it hadn't been long since he left the car with his friends, or at least it hadn't felt like it.

No, it hadn't felt like two hours.

Yet the screen said differently, and unfortunately the picture of Jordan proved different. The horror in Y/N's eyes was the worst though as he read the words. "Dead at 22?" He spoke out loud, standing up. In the background, you could see the car with caution tape around it. Empty.

He curses to himself and grabs the keys to his mom's van, "Mom! I'm taking the van.. Be back in thirty minutes!" He says, just looking for himself some time, before he steps out of the house. Looking at the street for any sign of his cousins, the first thing he sees is Hykeem. He runs over to him, stopping him.

"What the fuck happened, and where the hell are Travis and Destin?" He stops him, gesturing that he follow him to the van.

"They're coming soon, bro. They just went to Jordan's mama house.. Shit, have you heard about Jordan?" Hykeem questions, as they get in the van. "Show me the crime scene bro.." He turns on the car, looking at Hykeem while mentally preparing. As he takes the instructions and begins to drive, still interrogating Keem about how it happened.

"You know who did this?" He asks, and hearing the reply he brakes hard. "How..?" He was now fuming, only deciding to drive off. His eyes scanning the sidewalks until he found a group of men, he slowed down and looked at Keem. "Hykeem." He calls for his attention, passing him a glock he'd found in the glove compartment.

"Them.. you know what to do." He watched as Hykeem attempted but failed the drive-by, shying away at the last moment. Y/N glares and stops the car. "You won't do it, I'll do it myself." He takes the gun, thinking about it for a moment before focusing and taking a successful shot. He quickly dropped the gun on Keem's lap, panting and beginning to panic a bit.

"Fuck." He closed his eyes, as time began to fade into the back of his mind.

Just like this nightmare.

Just like this memory.

Beverly Hills, Los Angeles.

Three Years Later, Modern Day.

🔫 ♫ ◷ ♫ 🔫

Y/N's alarm goes off, and he wakes up in his bed at 6 P.M.. Stretching his arms out and standing up, putting on his satin robe and walking into the bathroom. His iPhone in his hands as he leisurely scrolls on TikTok, before getting a message from his manager. Something about hurrying up to get dressed.

He ignores it, rolling his eyes and brushing his teeth before walking into his closet. The past three years had gone by fast, but god was it nice. That miracle he'd been praying for forever ago, it was here. Now he was nominated for 8 different Grammy sections, and whichever others he won likely go next to the other 3. It was safe to say he hadn't taken a day off for all 3 years, even though he tended not to attend the ceremonies. It would be his first, and he intended to enjoy himself.

He smiled at all his thoughts. He was proud of himself. He began to get dressed, throwing on black pants, a button up shirt, and a tie with dark and light blue designs. Before he threw on his shoes, which had a similar theme. Paired with a jacket of the same description, and a hat, and he was finally done. He grabbed his phone and smiled in the mirror, before walking out and walking down the stairs in his house.

His parents, and a few of his cousins greeted him. He waved to them and exited, now prepared to take some emotional damage and even more emotional gain.

Though nothing could've prepared him for the night he was soon to have.

[urbabycowboy]

𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 ᝰ 𝐦. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; inspired by california by lana del rey.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; none. absolute fluff

𝐰𝐜; 1,000+

𝐬𝐡𝐞; hiii. lmk what you think of this. first thing i’ve ever wrote of the triplets.

the sun had just began to set over the golden state, casting a warm glow across the land. the air was heavy with the scent of pine trees and the distant salt of the ocean. it was summer in california, and the days were long and lazy.

matt had been on the road for what felt like forever. he was making his way up the coast, just him and his old pickup truck against the world. he’d left his small hometown in the dust, seeking adventure and a fresh start. but tonight, he found himself longing for something more.

as he drove through the redwood-lined highways, the song “california” by lana del rey played on the radio, filling the cab of his truck with her haunting vocals. the lyrics resonated with him, stirring up memories of a time long past.

he pulled over at a viewpoint, overlooking the vast pacific ocean. the sky was painted with hues of pink and orange, the sun sinking bow the horizon. he rolled down the window, breathing in the fresh sea breeze. that’s when he saw her.

a figure stood at the edge of the viewpoint, her silhouette framed by the fading light. there was something so familiar about her, and as he stepped out of his truck, he realized why. it was her, the girl from his past, the one who had haunted his dreams for so long.

“hey,” he called out, his voice carrying across the quiet evening.

she turned, her face illuminated by the soft twilight. a smile played on her lips, and her eyes sparkled with a familiar warmth. “hey you. it’s been a while.”

matt nodded, feeling a rush of emotions. “yeah, it has. what are you doing here?”

“i could ask you the same question,” she replied, taking a few steps towards him. “but i’m glad i ran into you. i’ve been meaning to get in touch.”

matt felt a spark as their eyes met, the same spark he remembered from their first encounter ever. it was as if no time had passed at all. “me too,” he admitted. “i’ve thought about you a lot over the years.”

her smile widened, and she gestured to the viewpoint. “care to join me? the sunset’s almost gone, but it’s still a pretty view.”

matt followed her lead, and they sat side by side on the edge of the overlook. the sky was now a tapestry of deep blue and purples, the stars beginning to twinkle above. they fell into an easy conversation, catching up in the years that had passed.

“so what brings you back to california?” matt asked, curious about her story.

“i never really left,” she confessed. “i went to college down south, but i’ve always called this place home. there’s just something about the west coast that keeps me here.”

matt nodded in understanding. “i know the feeling. we’ve been traveling up and down the coast, but i keep finding myself drawn back here. there’s a certain magic in the air.”

“exactly,” she said, her eyes shining with a shared sense of wonder. “the sun, the surf, the endless summers. it gets under your skin.”

they sat comfortably in silence for a moment, taking in the beauty of the setting sky. matt felt a sense of peace, a feeling of belonging that he hadn’t experienced in a long time.

“you know,” she said softly, breaking the quiet. “if you’re sticking around for a while, i’d love to show you some of my favorite spots. i think you’d like them.”

matt turned to her, seeing the invitation in her eyes. “i’d like that,” he said with a smile. “i’m in no rush to leave anytime soon.”

and so, their summer adventure began. they spent lazy days by the lake, swimming and soaking up the sun. they went camping in the redwoods, stargazing by the light of a campfire. they took road trips along the coast, exploring hidden beaches and quaint seaside towns.

they fell into an easy rhythm, their old spark rekindling into something stronger. they shared inside jokes and created new memories, laughing and loving as if no time had passed at all.

but it wasn’t all sunshine and daydreams. they had their fair share of deep conversations, too, talking long into the night about their hopes, dreams, and fears. they shared their struggles and supported each other, offering a sense of comfort and understanding.

one afternoon, they found themselves napping in a hammock strung between two tall palms. the breeze was gentle, and the sun filtered through the leaves. matt stirred first, his eyes drifting open to see her peacefully beside him.

he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his heart feeling fuller than he thought possible. in that moment, he knew he never wanted to let her go again.

as if sending his thoughts, she stirred, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. “hey,” she murmured, a soft smile crossing her lips.

“hey,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “i was just thinking…”

“yeah?” she propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes searching his.

he took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “i don’t want this to end. i mean, i know summer can’t last forever, but i want us to keep this going. if you’re up for it, of course.”

relief washed over her features, and she leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. “i was hoping you’d say that. i don’t want to lose you either. we’ll figure this out.”

and so, as the days turned to weeks and the summer began to wane, they made plans. they called about the future, dreaming up ways to stay together even as the season changed.

the summer nights turned to autumn, and the leaves began to change. but their love remained constant, a warm glow in the shifting seasons. they knew that no matter what life threw their way, they would face it together.

as they walked hand in hand along the beach one crisp autumn evening, matt looked at her, his heart full. “i’m glad i came to california,” he said softly.

she squeezed his hand, her eyes shining in the twilight. “me too. it brought me to you.”

and in that moment, with the waves crashing against the shore and the stars beginning to appear, they knew that their california dream was just beginning.

[sohya]

don't know if you're still simping for daddy zhongli, but i found him here and here <3

WHOOO OSNSKSJ TARSHEE DID ROO TELL YOU IM SIMPING FOR ZHONGLI?? SHES LYING BC IM NOT @pupgorou STOP SPREADING LIES

[grasshopperjay]

⋰˚*･⋄✧ 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 ✧⋄･*˚⋱

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐬

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟓𝐤

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐟&𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬/𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐝𝐞

You’re not going to cry. 

You’re not going to cry. Not here at your new job, not in front of your new colleagues, and sure as hell not because of this asshole. 

It was one suggestion, probably the best out of the bunch but for some reason you’re still the one getting yelled at. 

“We aren’t gonna win over this jury by thinking in the box, don’t you get that? Three years of law school obviously didn’t teach you much if you think that’s gonna help.”

You continue to stare at the floor, holding back tears and thinking, what could you possibly have done to make him hate you this much?

“What’s your plan then?” You ask, and it comes out with more animosity than you intend.

His eyes lock on yours and you almost regret your words, but after six weeks of his constant bereavement, you can’t be bothered to back down.

He furrows his brows, placing his hands on his hips like he’s challenging you. “Pardon?” He asks, as if he can’t quite believe what you just said.

“I asked-,” You start, steadying your voice, before continuing, “What’s your plan? Because obviously none of our ideas are good enough.”

Andy shakes his head, the slightest trace of a smile crossing his features, almost like he’s enjoying this. And that kind of terrifies you. He raises a hand to rub a hand over his jaw, his next words wrap your stomach into knots.

“My office. Now.”

He heads out the door and you reluctantly follow him. He holds open the door, shutting it behind you with much more force than necessary.

“Who do you think you are, intern? Speaking to me like that?”

You want to reply that you’re not an intern, but he knows that, he’s just trying to make you feel inferior. He’s done everything he can to make this job a living hell since you showed up here. Rumors had spread quickly about your father securing the position for you, as a big shot Boston lawyer he had the power to, but you made sure he didn’t interfere. The rumors were completely untrue, but that didn’t stop them from spreading, and completely spiraling. You heard someone mention last week that you slept with the other A.D.A, Neal Loguidice, in order to secure the paid internship. You’re pretty sure those rumors earned you the cold shoulder from your boss.

“That was completely disrespectful.” Andy continues, and you force yourself to take deep breaths.

“All do respect, sir… I feel that I’m being-,” Your sentence goes unfinished and you swallow when Andy raises his eyebrows at you.

“You feel you’re being… what?” Andy asks, taking steps forward until he’s right in front of you. “Treated differently?”

All you can do is nod.

And Andy laughs.

“Miss Henry I can assure you, you’re being treated the way every other intern who hasn’t earned their spot in this firm would be.”

Your face goes red at his words and finally you meet his eyes. “I earned that spot.”

He laughs again, and you’re almost sure there’s steam coming out of your ears now.

“You might have gotten this internship from your daddy, and slept your way into the paid position-,”

He doesn’t get any further. Before you can even think about what you’re doing, you’ve already landed an open handed blow straight to his cheek.

You just slapped the assistant district attorney.

You just slapped your boss.

With a gasp you raise your stinging hand to your mouth. His head is still turned to the side, his jaw clenched, eyes irate.

You’re about to lose your job.

“Go home.” Is all he says, and all you can do is nod and practically run out of his office.

••••••••••••••••••••

All the pampering in the world couldn’t help your mood after what happened today. You’re lathered in coconut moisturizer with your sexiest nighty on, your hair styled in a fresh blowout, skin prepped to perfection, and none of it has helped. So it’s time to start the wine.

You’re savoring the first sip when there’s a rather aggressive knock on your door. You take your glass with you, and as soon as you open the barrier you wish you would have looked through the peephole first.

Standing at your door, is Andy Barber, looking rather disheveled. His hands are in his pockets, his suit jacket hanging through the loop of his arm. The cuffs of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows and his tie is undone and hanging around his neck. He looks fucking fine, and you hope he doesn’t catch you staring.

“You here with my termination papers?” You say cooly, taking another sip of your wine. You have absolutely no idea why he’s here, but it’s not office hours anymore, which gives you full permission to bite back after today. And you intend to.

Andy watches carefully as you raise the glass to your lips, and then he steps into your apartment, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

Like he’s been here before he tosses his jacket on the table and leans against your kitchen counter. You’re well aware of the way his eyes are on you now, travelling up the bare skin on your legs, lingering on your chest.

“Are you gonna apologize for slapping me today?”

You very visibly role your eyes.

“Can I help you with something, Mr Barber?” You ask, taking steps until you meet him at the counter. “If you were looking for more prosecution tactics I’m afraid I’m all out. My ideas dry up after being yelled at in front of my work peers.”

A slow smile spreads across Andy’s face, and he pulls the wine glass from your hand, holding eye contact with you while he takes a sip. You start to feel goosebumps rising on your arms, and you quickly remind yourself of what he said to you today.

“Quality of the response matched the quality of the idea.” Is all he says, tilting the wine glass back to you.

Instead of taking it back, you roll your eyes and grab the bottle on the counter instead. “It was the best suggestion there and you know it.” The bottle meets your lips and Andy’s eyes follow. There’s an obvious tension in the room, and you have a feeling it’s going to be absolved by clothes on the floor.

He doesn’t deserve it, especially not after what he insinuated today, you should be more upset, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about this a million times. You were always a sucker for a boss trope, and Andy is the epitome of a wet dream.

“I tend to weighh the suggestions a little differently when they’re coming from you.” He shrugs.

You play dumb, “And why’s that?”

“Cause I don’t know if it’s actually coming from you, or if it’s just regurgitated bullshit you got from Neal while his cock was down your throat.”

This time he catches your hand before you have the chance to slap him.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” You jerk your wrist back, shaking your head indignantly. “Tell me why you’re here or get the fuck out.”

“I’m here for the special after hours A.D.A treatment,” Andy drawls, and then his hand lands a firm slap on your ass.

The gasp that leaves your mouth only makes Andy laugh. “You’re such a sleeze bag, oh my god.”

“You owed me one,” Andy grins, “Now how about it, hey? I’ll make it worth your while, baby. Maybe get you a promotion.”

“I mean it Andy, get the hell out.”

His response is physical now. He grabs your wrists and pulls you into him, his eyes trained on the way your breasts are pushed up against his chest.

“Let go of me!” You struggle against him, but it’s no use. He’s so much stronger than you, and he easily pushes you up against the counter.

“Shut up,” Andy grunts, and then he plants his lips on yours.

You’re not ready to give in yet though, so you turn your head, continuing your struggle. Andy stops for a moment, pushing you further back into the counter while he backs off.

His hands go to the buttons on his shirt while he speaks, “I’ve wanted to bend you over my desk since the day you walked into my office,” Once he discards his shirt he’s back to crowding into your space. “Those tight little skirts all the time, you know what you do to me, you brat.”

He tries to kiss you again, and this time you don’t put up nearly as much of a fight. Your resolve is quickly fading, you’ve been dreaming of this for weeks.

“You gonna give me what I came here for, baby? I know you want to.”

He takes your silence as a yes, and kisses you again, moaning in appreciation when you finally reciprocate. He’s got a hand on your neck, holding you in place while he tastes every inch of your mouth. God, he is an amazing kisser. In the most seductive way, Andy licks into your mouth, and you have to refrain from moaning when he sucks on your tongue.

He pulls his lips from yours, and then in a swift movement, Andy stoops down and grabs the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up and carrying you over to the couch. He tugs the hem of your slip up and over your head, leaving you in your underwear before shoving you down onto the couch. “Fuck, baby. You’re so damn beautiful, look at what I’ve been missing,” He kisses down your body while he tosses the garment behind him. Then he guides your arms above your head, pushing firmly on them before biting at the side of your neck. When he whispers against the skin, a shiver shoots down your spine. “Keep these here.”

He sits back on his heels, fingers dipping underneath the waist band on your thong. He drags it slowly down your legs and you squirm. “You drive me insane, you know that?” He growls, leaning down to mouth at the skin on your thighs. “Talking back to me at work today? Such a fucking brat.”

You want to argue, but Andy stops you, his voice low, “No. I’ve heard enough from you today, if you wanna cum, you’re not gonna make a sound.”

Your cunt throbs with his words, and he slips your thong down your legs, nibbling the inside of your thigh while he murmurs, “Understand?”

You nod and he smirks, kissing your mound before licking a long, slow stripe up your slit.

He hums, deep and raspy in his throat and the sound alone is so sexy that you wanna moan, but you refrain, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. The pace he’s keeping while he laps at your core is borderline frustrating, he’s circling your clit slow, and at the rate he’s going, it’ll take you two hours to cum.

You want to do something to make him go faster, wind your hands into his hair, rock against his face, anything, but you know it’ll only make it worse, and he might even stop altogether.

With a satisfied groan Andy pushes his hands underneath your thighs, bringing your legs over his shoulders. “You taste fucking amazing, baby.” One arm comes around to hold your thigh, his thumb dragging up your core. You jerk when he presses it firmly to your clit, biting harder into your lip. Andy lays his other arm flat across your stomach to hold you down and you try to quiet your heavy breathing.

His tongue is even slower than before, and when he shakes his head to flick over your clit you nearly lose it, one of your hands jolting up before you stop yourself, holding it back down on the couch.

You look down and Andy’s eyes are already on you, a smug grin on his face while he drags his tongue over your clit.

You clench your eyes shut while your head falls back against the cushions, jaw tensing when he slowly licks down your pussy. It’s unbearable, and you slowly arch your back to get more, but Andy’s hand is there to flatten you back out.

When he presses his tongue slowly inside of you, you eventually lose it, shooting a hand down to his hair while a strangled cry leaves your mouth, “Andy, please!”

He pulls away almost immediately. It’s the fastest thing he’s done all night.

“Oh my god,” You start, voice raising at the end with anger while you sit up on your elbows. “Could you go any slower?”

He leans back against the couch and licks his lips, a way too smug smirk growing on his face. “Probably, yeah.”

“Andy.” You say his name with pure venom and he eyes you with a challenging stare.

He shifts back, getting comfortable, tucking his arms behind his head while he man spreads.

“You broke the rules. Now if you wanna get off, you’re gonna have to do it yourself.” He nods to his lap and you gape at him. He can’t be serious.

“You’re such a jerk.” You glower, but he holds still. You look back and forth between his daunting gaze and muscular thigh, and you feel like you’re literally starting to sweat.

As much of an ass as he is being, he looks so damn hot sitting there. The legs, and the v line and the fucking shoulders. You’re clenching on air just looking at him, so with a frustrated huff, you sit up and throw a leg over his to straddle his lap. Your hands come up to grip his shoulders and he catches them quickly, one big hand grabbing both your wrists easily. He readjusts you so that both are behind your back, held tightly by him. “Really?” You groan through clenched teeth, but Andy just sits back again, eyes trained on where his pants separate you.

You bite your lip to hold back the pornographic moan that almost slips out when you role your hips against his. Another rock against him and you’re finally feeling some built up pressure fading, your head falling onto his shoulder as you grind onto him again.

“Feel good?” He asks, a hand guiding your hip, working to fasten your pace. He guides you on and off of him and all you can do is nod against his shoulder. “You love this, hey? Little slut,”

You keep rocking against him, little moans that you try to stifle coming out with your breaths. “Look at you,” He growls, his hand on your waist coming up to rest on your throat. “Getting yourself off,” He pauses, fingers tightening and your mouth drops open.

You roll your hips firmly against his erection again, and he stares into your eyes with iris’ that are near black, your stomach drops in fear for a second before the excitement kicks in.

He grabs your hips and stands, laying you back down on the couch to take off his pants. You bite your lip in anticipation, eyeing him up while he knees onto the couch. He towers over you, looking ready to kill and you decide to push your luck, reaching out to drag your nails down his abs. His jaw clenches but he lets you do it, pinning one of your legs to the couch with his own. “Mmm, yes Neal.”

The words are spoken as he thrusts into you unexpectedly, making you yelp in surprise. He holds still, and the sharp stretch fades. “Fucking slut.” Andy spits, and he slaps your clit with a huff.

He leans down and whispers harsh words into your ear, you feel a chill start down your spine. “He can’t make you feel like I do,” he rails into you, “You’re mine now. This pretty little intern is all mine.”

Another sharp thrust and you cry out. Your arms are moving frantically along his back, grabbing and scratching anywhere, while you squirm underneath him. Amidst your moving your leg slips out from under his, and Andy’s weight drops further onto you. He grunts, and his cock slips out, you whine high pitched and he chuckles, “You’re desperate, huh?”

Punching him in the arm would normally cross your mind but right now you’re not in the mood to argue, so you just nod. “Please, don’t stop,”

Andy’s hand slips underneath your leg to push your thigh to your chest while he pressures into you again. Your back arches of the couch andAndy curses, “Stay fucking still,” His free hand comes up to sit at the base of your throat and you moan out.

“You want it?” He asks, railing into you again. “Say my name, baby.”

You nod your head weakly with the constriction of his hand, and his fingers tighten around you.

“Say it,” He spits out, teeth clenched.

The words fall out of your mouth almost automatically, “I want it so bad, Andy! Fuck,”

“Good girl,” He mumbles the words and let’s go of your leg, his hand slipping down to where you’re connected. The pad of his middle finger presses directly onto your clit and you jerk up. His grip on your neck gets tighter again as he works his hips up, sending his tip slamming into your g spot, which queues another scream and sudden movement.

“Jesus, I’m literally gonna need to tie you up next time, quit fucking moving.” He growls.

Your pussy clenches around him when he says that and a deep groan is pushed out his throat before he chuckles, “Mm, you like that idea don’t you?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut as you try and fail to bring your hips up to meet him. “You can do whatever you want to me,” The words slip out embarrassingly easy, and you turn your head so he can’t see the way your cheeks flush.

His head dips down so he can get his lips on your neck, letting out a breathy chuckle that you feel on your skin. “Oh baby I plan to,”

He bites the spot under your ear and you whine, your hands coming up to hold him against you.

He slides his finger up again to circle around your clit and you feel yourself getting higher and higher, unable to move under his weight. His every thrust radiating pleasure through your whole body while he keeps you pinned underneath him.

You whisper his name against his lips and he slides his tongue into your mouth, pinching your clit.

It’s sends you over the edge fast and hard, your vision going black for a moment while you rake your nails down his back.

He pulls out quickly and stands, while you try to catch your breath. You’re not even sure you’ve regained control of your muscles beforeAndy is dragging you up, moving you around like a doll until you’re in his desired position. His cock is hard in front of your face, and he wraps your hair around his fist, pressing his thumb into your lower lip until your mouth drops open.

You’re still dizzy from everything that just happened, so you barely have anytime to process what’s happening before he’s fucking your face, and you’re choking around his length in your throat.

He’s talking but you can’t hear anything, too focused on not passing out from lack of oxygen. When he finally pulls out there’s thick ropes of cum landing on your chest, while you fall back into the couch.

“Oh my god.” You murmur, and it’s all you can do to keep yourself somewhat upright. Andy flops down beside you and you’re both silent for a few minutes.

“I’m not firing you,” Andy grunts, still trying to catch his breath.

“Good.” You grumble back, “Cause I’m expecting a promotion after tonight.”

[uhzuku]

— 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 ‘𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ; 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐢 & 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 !! — stolen away from their home by invading barbarians, baji and chifuyu learn the hard way what it means to become the barbarian queen’s concubines.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! — keisuke baji/f!reader, chifuyu matsuno/f!reader.

𝐰𝐜 !! — 10.60k.

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 !! — nsfw ; minors dni.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 !! — historical au, kidnapping, human trafficking, concubine!baji, concubine!chifuyu, fxf, pussy eating, fingering, mxm, mxmxf, double penetration ( vaginal ), threesome, kissing, biting, claiming, jealousy.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!

“I don’t get why we had to get picked for foraging duty though, why couldn’t some of the girls have gone?” 

The words, spoken loudly and without caution, come from Baji Keisuke, a twenty-three-year-old man who often found himself dragged along through life by his closest friend, Chifuyu Matsuno, which is who he was speaking to at that very moment through the leaves of a blackberry bush. Baji’s complaints are slightly distorted by the blackberries he’d been putting in his mouth in between moments of dropping handfuls in his basket, a distortion of his voice that doesn’t go unnoticed by his friend, who was gathering red berries on another bush opposite the one Baji was standing behind. 

“Because it's laundry day and I’d rather pick berries than wash shit stains out of some of the grimier warrior’s underwear,” Chifuyu retorts, peeking around the vast bushes to get a look at his friend. Baji had frozen up as soon as Chifuyu’s head had peeped around the bushes, his lips and some of his chin covered in berry juices, and Chifuyu rolls his eyes with a soft, fond smile. “Y’know, Keisuke, we’ll never get done if you keep stuffing the damn things in your mouth instead of putting them in the basket.”

“Please, there’s plenty here,” Baji mutters, placing three more berries in his mouth when he knows Chifuyu is watching just for good measure before going back to gathering them. Once his basket is half full, he props it on one hip and wanders off to gather dandelions, mushrooms, and various tree nuts, knowing that he didn’t need to take them all at once and that everything edible was useful for a village as big as theirs was getting. “When are we going back? My feet hurt,” he whines, three pecans loosely held in one hand, and Chifuyu rolls his eyes. 

“Maybe if you weren’t just standing there like some sort of valley spectre they wouldn’t,” he teases, popping a berry of his own into his mouth and relishing the burst of bitterness that quickly turned sweet when he bit down on it and it was crushed between his teeth. 

Baji groans, pulling at his hair with one hand. “I doubt a valley spectre’s feet can even hurt, Chifuyu, they’re dead — and c’mon, I'm bored! We’ve gathered plenty of food today, I want to go back to the village and take a dip in the water hole.”

“We aren't supposed to swim in it, Baji, you know that!” Chifuyu hisses, glancing around to make sure no hunters were making their way through the woods.

“It's only against the rules if you get caught,” Baji replies, shrugging. Chifuyu facepalms, completely outdone, then sighs. 

“You know what? Fine, let’s go before you eat everything we’ve found,” he teases, and Baji swings at him gently before they link arms and laugh their way through the undergrowth and back to the trail. The two men chatter back and forth as they make their way through the woods, one of them occasionally darting off to snag a mushroom or plant they know to be especially tasty, but more or less making good time back home, and Baji’s in the middle of spinning around and looking every way but where the path leads ( and subsequently finding a whole cluster of his favorite kinds of mushroom )  when his friend freezes. 

“Do you — do you smell smoke?” Chifuyu asks his companion quietly, glancing around in worry. Baji stops his lazy spinning, a small brown mushroom from the cluster he’d found in hand and ready to be placed in the basket on his hip as they keep walking, then just laughs, excited to be on the way home after a boring day looking for mushrooms, greens, and berries in the woods. 

“Smoke? C’mon, ‘Fuyu, what do you mean, smo-“ both his words and his smile die on his lips as the smell reaches his own nose and the sounds of distant screaming begins to faintly echo through the trees ahead of them. Looking up, they see multiple plumes of black smoke drifting above the trees, and their faces pale drastically as they look at each other in fear, their breathing shallow and stuttery. “Oh gods,” Baji whispers, his voice shaking, “it’s the village.” They throw their baskets to the ground, the red berries that Chifuyu had spent hours carefully gathering squashing beneath their feet and leaving garish red footprints in their wake as they race back to the place they’d always called home, desperate to get there and salvage what they could from whatever disaster had struck. Had the fire jumped over the pit in the eastern side of the village? Had someone knocked over a lamp and had the oil in it caught fire? 

They run through the forest, ignoring both the trail and the whipping of branches and leaves against their bodies as they cut through everything in a mad dash home. Thorns grab at their clothes, ripping the furs and leathers in some places, and rocks and sticks dig painfully into their bare feet. A length of briars wraps around Chifuyu’s ankle and he lets out a pained shriek as its thorns bite into his leg and it trips him, and he falls to the ground in pain. Baji, who’d kept going a ways, skids to a stop and runs back to his friend despite the screaming ahead, worrying his lip as he grabs the thorny vine and whimpering slightly as it cuts into his palms. Together they shakily rip away the briars, hurting themselves in their haste; their fingers and hands and Chifuyu’s ankle and foot were bleeding profusely from where the thorns had torn at their skin, but they forced themselves to ignore it in favor of making it home. Within seconds they’re back on their way, still ignoring everything on the forest floor, and as they break through the trees they see the cause of the commotion: at least seventy men and women on horses were racing through the village, slitting throats and grabbing who and whatever they felt like, primarily the food and supplies that they’d just traded for with another village as well as some of the women and men that were being protected by ( failing ) warriors. Their eyes wide and filled with horror, the two companions were forced to watch as more and more of their brave women and men’s throats were cut, they were run through, or they were gutted, and how the village seamstress and her daughters, all adults but still gentle handed and nowhere near wanting to join the warrior group, were snatched up and bound before being thrown into a bunch of others that were being guarded by another handful of the invading barbarians. 

Cheering, a group of three of the barbarian riders fly by on their horses chasing a sobbing woman holding her baby, a baby that Chifuyu had even helped bring into the world at the insistence of the village healer. 

“By the gods,” Baji whimpers, trembling just as hard as Chifuyu. His eyes were locked on his home and he staggers towards it before breaking into a panicked run, a blatant fear blazing in his eyes as strong as the fire that had clearly overtaken it. “My — my parents-!”

Chifuyu chases after him, taking his hand in his only to look up in terror as Baji is stopped by a massive onyx black horse with wild, reddened eyes and a frothing mouth led by its rider, a vicious-looking, bloody woman with a simple golden circlet braided into her hair. A cruel glint sparkled in her eyes, and she pointed her curved blade down at them in a silent threat. Thick red blood dripped from the tip, and the two men shook with fear as men on horses surrounded them and her face split into a cold grin. 

She rumbles down at them, “Mmmm, yes, the two of you — perfect. You both shall join me on the long journey to our homeland.”

The men around them cackle wickedly and two jump down from their horses, blood  ( which was clearly not his own ) soaking half of one’s face, grabbing them and forcing their wrists together in front of them. Two more men tightly tie thick ropes around their wrists before getting back on their horses and yanking them over to a new spot beside where the small group of invaders was guarding more people. Among them, Chifuyu saw a bound and gagged Draken, the top in his age group to join in the village’s warriors, as well as Mitsuya the seamstress’s son, who was protecting his mother and sisters as best he could while bound and gagged himself. Their eyes met and a crushing sense of familiarity was shared before they were yanked away from that group by the men holding the other ends of the ropes binding their wrists. 

For the rest of the night, they’re forced to watch as the people they’ve lived with for over twenty years are captured or slaughtered, how no matter how desperately they beg, if the men and women before them see no value in them a blade is brought down and their screams are silenced, and when it’s all over and the survivors of the massacre are being led away Baji and Chifuyu look back at the remnants of the village. They gaze despondently at the smoke billowing in the breeze and the blood that soaked the grass, and they listen. They listen to the wailing wives and mothers, to the sounds of fire still unkempt and crackling and to the sounds of bodies being dragged to be put together by the tiny handful of survivors that hadn’t been wanted by the barbaric monsters that had slain the majority of their people. They smell the blood that had just been spilt, and their noses burn as they smell the bitter smoke. They feel the grass, slick with blood, squelching beneath their bare feet and bubbling up between their toes — and then, with just a jerk of the ropes binding their wrists, their senses are encompassed by the sight of invaders all around them, by the smell of sweat and blood and iron, by the sounds of the footfalls of horses and the laughter of those that had taken them, by the feeling of their wrists being rubbed raw as they were dragged along by their captors, and they knew. 

Toman Village was done for. 

The first thing that Baji notices as they finally cross into the desert was that it was hotter than any summer that he’d ever experienced in all of his twenty-three years of life. No one from Toman Village had ever dared venture into the desert for any reason, both because of the distance and because of the heat that was rumoured to boil you from the inside out, and Baji was beginning to think that it wasn’t a rumour anymore.

Their captors stop the procession and Baji finally notices that the discomfort in his legs came from how much the sand underneath him burns his bare feet. He winces, picking up one foot to give it a moment of relief then putting it down in favor of doing the same for the other; while it brought the pain to a stop for a second or two, it still always started up again as soon as he put his foot back down. Glancing to his right, he could see that Chifuyu was having the same problem, but they were both ignored as the woman leading the group orders two smaller groups of men off. Baji watches them go, guessing that one of them were collecting water judging from the large number of goatskins they’d tight to their horses. What the other group was doing he had no idea — maybe hunting?

Someone new comes up to them, a bundle of cloth in hand, and Baji stands in front of Chifuyu almost instinctively ( even though he knows that the man could easily kill him and get to Chifuyu anyway ). “Change,” the scarred man snaps, throwing clothes and two pairs of brown sandals at them. Baji is quick to put the shoes on, urging Chifuyu to do the same, the relief they felt once escaping from the burning sand instant, but they both hesitate when they look at the clothes. The ones they’re wearing right now — thick furs and leather — are leaving them hot and uncomfortable, but to put these on they’d have to undress in front of the entire group of people that kidnapped them. Even worse, the people around them weren’t keeping their gazes subtle. Plenty were openly watching them with a lazy look in their eyes, almost as if they didn’t care; hell, maybe they didn’t. 

Chifuyu bit the bullet first, grinding his teeth as he took off his shirt and replaced it with the length of thin brown cloth that looked more like a wide scarf than a top. He tied the loose ends behind his back tightly, and they both discovered that the bottom hem stopped just beneath his pecs; Baji could tell by the way his friend shifted his hips that he was uncomfortable, but with a sigh he moved on to the pants, which sat low on his hips and clung to them but fluttered around his thighs and calves from how loose the cloth of legs of them were. Screwing up his nose in a sign of his own discomfort, Baji followed suit, and soon his own furs and leathers were in a heap on the ground next to Chifuyu’s. They looked down at them silently, wondering why it had to be Toman Village that got captured; why couldn’t it be another? Toman wasn’t even the closest village to the desert, they’d passed those, and all of the people within it had paused what they were doing just to watch the barbarians drag them off. They’d not tried to help, to fight or bargain for Tomanms freedom, they’d just watched — and then, once the village was behind them, Baji had heard it roar back to life as if nothing had happened. 

He jumps when rough hands fist in his hair, and he tries to pull away but the person holding him won’t let go. “Be still!” they snarl, and Baji freezes in response. He recognized the voice, it was the woman that had claimed some sort of possession over them, but why was she here?

Her hands continue fiddling with his hair, and after about two minutes of this something thin tightens around it and Baji realizes that it isn’t down and whipping in the breeze anymore. Instead it’s piled high on his head and tied with what feels like a length of leather. Once she lets him go he throws himself forward towards where Chifuyu was watching in worry and stands close to him, wild-eyed and nervous. She just quirks up an eyebrow at them both, something akin to amusement in her eyes, then climbs back on her horse and leaves, back to ignoring them. 

The groups that branched off returned about ten minutes later, and several fresh animal carcasses were tossed on wagons that had been tended to while they were away. Two of the men ( who Baji recognizes as the ones who had held them as ropes were tied around their wrists ) ride over and thrust a dripping goatskin in Chifuyu’s face, and upon discovering the fresh water inside it the two drink like a pair of men dying from thirst. While they do so another man brings dried strips of meat to them as well as small berries that were bitter but still stomachable, and another came with bread that was a little stale but that they were grateful for nonetheless, and they ate while they drank. 

Stomachs full and donned in their new clothes, the evening breeze feels better than ever, and the food and water pools coolly in their stomachs in a way that’s beyond refreshing and relieving. While neither of them wanted to admit that they were currently comfortable, neither could deny that they don’t feel as sick anymore, at least until they see that the rest of their former fellow villagers, several meters away from where they were being kept, aren’t receiving as nice of treatment. In fact, neither could really tell if they’d gotten to eat at all, but they knew that they weren’t given new clothes and that the only thing they’d gotten was two goatskins of water despite there being at least thirty five people there. 

Baji watches, pained, as Mitsuya urges his mother and sisters to split his small share of the water, and how when bread worse off than what they’d gotten is thrown into the sand at the feet of the other group of captives, he gives that to them too. Draken does the same with other members of the captive Toman Village, giving his share of water to the woman with the baby and splitting his bread between her and the only elder that had survived the raid. 

Night fell fully, a blanket of stars overtaking their heads. Hours later, morning followed, and the next three weeks were spent walking, stopping, and repeating what had happened the first night. The group ate the meat from the animals hunted before they went deep in the desert and drank the water gathered at the same time. Three other villagers tried to escape during this time and all were swiftly dealt with, and with a lack of food and water going his way it only took around two weeks for Draken to collapse. 

He didn’t get back up. 

Much like with the runners, they didn’t stop to pick him up, leaving his corpse behind to rot into the sand as the people of Toman Village mourned. Regardless of their captives’ feelings, the barbarians urged them all on, eager to continue the journey, and Baji and Chifuyu both looked back over their shoulders and watched the empty lump of flesh until they got so far away that it disappeared into the distance behind them. 

Afterwards, the caravan of people continues on its journey until finally stopping at some sort of market. Baji heard the barbarians muttering excitedly about ‘the Bazaar!’ and assumed that’s what it was called, then went back to worrying about the others — only he couldn’t see them. Neither of them could, and they looked around in a panic for them until finally—

“They’re there!” Chifuyu whispers to him, relieved until they realized what’s happening, and they watch in shock as one by one their fellow villagers are sold or traded to the highest bidder as if they were nothing more than livestock. A fight breaks out as Mitsuya’s sisters are bought by different people than him, the man their age desperately trying to claw, kick, bite, and punch his way to them. Their mother had died from the heat of the desert on the journey here, they only had each other left, but all of his struggles are fruitless as he’s knocked nearly unconscious and his sisters are dragged away sobbing and screaming for their older brother by the new group that they belonged to. Mitsuya’s dragged off too, bloody and beaten, and that’s when Baji and Chifuyu force themselves to look away. They can’t watch anymore, if they did they’d vomit. 

Thankfully a distraction comes their way in a mass of gold, green, and white that is thrust at them by the same man that had given them the first set of clothes, and with a resigned grumble ( and quick nudges into the shade of the overhang of a tent ) the two set about changing again, barely noticing the way others from the barbarian group that took them lead their horses to them then stop in front of them to shelter their bare bodies from eager eyes. 

Chifuyu watches as Baji takes off the sandy, dark brown clothes and pulls on the colorful, thin cloth top, tying it behind his neck like intended ( while very careful to avoid any loose hair ) with the small thin length of black cloth that was attached to it. Much like the first, it stops just below his pecs and is tight around his ribcage like the flowy pants were tight around his ankles and just above his hips. The sleeves of the top were the same, tight around the top hem and wrist but loose and flowy around the rest, and the top hem clung to his skin just below his biceps. He slips the new sandals on, and then helps Chifuyu with his own thin straps, but the two of them are lost on the loose chains and the scrap of green and white rectangular cloth, and one of the women from their group rolls her eyes and comes forward, clipping the chains around their waists and muttering, “To attach your coin purse and a small blade,” then putting the rectangular cloth up to their faces and tying it carefully around the back of their heads. she answers their confused look with a groan and just says, “To hide the faces of the chosen ones from the unworthy,” then steps back, dips her head at them in what they could swear was respect, then marches off.

Baji and Chifuyu are left to sit in the shade and watch the people who had stolen them away haggle for this and that, buying what they wanted as they pleased with the utmost respect for each vendor, and it stung. Why were they so… human here, but absolute beasts to Toman Village? 

It wasn’t fair. 

The woman that had claimed them rides forward on her own horse, grabbing the two lengths of rope that their wrists were attached to and leading them to where seven horses, all female, were bound to a wooden railing above a trough of water. She stops in front of them and nods towards the group of horses. “Pick,” she rumbles, waiting silently as they look between the horses and her in surprise. She rolls her eyes. “Pick two. To ride.”

So the horses were for them?

Baji hesitantly reaches a hand out towards a dark grey mare, her back dappled in lighter grey spots all the way down to her haunches, and he laughs in surprise when she bumps her nose up into his hand insistently after sniffing it. His eyes sparkle above his veil and Chifuyu, noticing that this wasn’t some sort of trap and that it was genuinely something nice after their past month in hell, reaches a hand towards a mare the color of buttermilk who huffs at him before gently nibbling his fingers. He grins behind his own veil  and neither man notice the woman paying for the two horses until they’re being picked up and sat on their bare backs. 

Chifuyu’s hands fist in his mare’s white mane as she begins to follow their captor’s black stallion, led by the rope around her neck. Behind him Baji lets out a cry as his own mare rushes forward to catch up, only slowing once she’s shoulder to shoulder with Chifuyu’s horse.  They walk like this for around an hour and a half, the two slowly getting used to the feeling of the horses moving beneath them and learning to lean this way and that or nudge them with their feet on the side where they wanted to turn; they were both hesitant to do it as fast and carelessly as Y/N did with her stallion, a way that spoke of experience, but even their soft little bumps were enough to make the two horses do what they willed. Neither saw, but their captor was smiling ahead of them; they’d picked two rather gentle-natured horses, perfect for a pair who clearly didn’t know what they were doing. 

Three more days and nights are spent in the bazaar, and on the fourth they set out into the desert again. 

They only travelled for three more days after this, three days that are ten times as lonely without the sounds of their former friends nearby. The ropes around their horses' necks are fixed to the saddle on their captor’s horse for the majority of their travel, but both are allowed to keep as much distance between them as they want — at least, they were at first. 

“With me,” the leader says on the final day, her voice colder than the breeze that blew as midday eased into early evening, and they hesitantly nudge their horses’ sides so they’d pick up the pace and walk with their mares’ chests even with either of their captor’s stallions’ hips. In the distance they see lights springing up in between vast tents, and they can hear excited shouting and laughter. To their left a man on a horse rides up with a herd of goats and two dogs herding them following him, and he raises a hand to wave in greeting. The female fighter that had helped them with their veils and chains breaks off from the group and rides to him, smiling brightly, and upon reaching him she leans over to kiss him, and her sentiments aren’t lost on the other riders. Those with spouses, parents, or families waiting for them break away from the group and rush to them, something that both Baji and Chifuyu thought would get them punished but just earns a chuckle from their barbaric leader, and they keep going, riding their horses through town as children run around excitedly and people ogle at them with a blatant interest in their sudden appearance. One little girl even squeals and points at Baji, clearly surprised by his hair, until her father shushes her with a soft smile. 

They eventually stop in front of a massive series of connected tents, and finally the person that stole them away dismounts and motions for them to do the same. As they get down, a rush of footsteps sounds behind them, and all three people turn just in time to see three concubines, two female and one male, rush up to her in excitement. Each donned in simple but beautiful golden jewelry, the three chatter to her wildly, welcoming her home and offering to bathe and feed her until the lone man’s eyes stopped on Baji and Chifuyu. Both newcomers had high hopes that maybe, just maybe, they’d be able to have someone understand their predicament and to be friends with, but the other concubines just looked at the two new arrivals in disgust. 

“Y/N, who are they?” one of the concubines murmurs in confusion, a woman whose coal-black eyes glittered like rare gemstones and whose skin was as dark as the night sky. She had a broad nose that went well with the rest of her features, and a large golden hoop was pierced through her left nostril; even larger golden hoops dangled prettily from her earlobes, with slightly smaller hoops pierced through her ears less than an inch higher than the first set. Her hair was short and dark in color, and it looked to have a texture that resembled clouds in the sky, something that Baji and Chifuyu found fascinating. She was beyond beautiful, more so than anyone they had seen on the long journey here, so why on earth had their captor brought them here? 

 Y/N was apparently the name of their captor, because she just chuckles and kisses the woman’s forehead affectionately. 

“Calm yourself, Afua, they’re here to join you, Amara, and Aron,” she replies gently.  Afua pouts and crosses her arms in response, stubbornly turning her head away so Y/N couldn’t kiss her again, but the other woman just chuckles and gently bumps her nose against her cheek, coaxing a half-smile onto her lips that the concubine tried desperately to fight off. “Don’t be that way, Little Blade — you know I adore you.” The nickname earns her a full smile, though it fades when she looks towards the new concubines again. 

“Y/N, you should kill them — you said you’d never need anyone but us before you left, so surely they’re witches casting spells on you!” the other woman — Amara, Baji thinks to himself — growls, her hair as red as the berries Chifuyu was so fond of back home and her eyes as blue as the sky in the middle of summer. Her skin was the color of fresh milk and freckles were splashed across her face, hands, and arms. The lone man, clearly the one named Aron, was a blond with tanned skin from the sun and eyes like sweetgrass. He was taller than the two women but shorter than the two new concubines, and he stayed silent and just glared at them in a way that made their skin crawl. They pressed their shoulders together nervously and took a step back. 

“Amara is right,” Afua complains, grabbing Y/N’s arm with both hands and confirming what Baji had been thinking, “you’ve been placed under some sort of an enchantment! you’ve been pleased with the three of us — and only the three of us — for over five years, why would your feelings suddenly change? Kill them before they rip out your soul in your sleep and gift it to their gods!” Aron scoffs and nods in agreement, and all five concubines, new and old, jumped when Y/N just started laughing. 

“Even if I had been born blind, I would still be able to see the jealousy the three of you are showing,” she grins, chuckling a little at the squawk of indignation that Amara let out behind them. She ignores it and moves on, shaking her head with a fond smile on her face as she tugs the two newcomers deeper into her tent. She stops them in front of a steaming basin of water and, after cutting the ropes from their wrists and tutting softly at the rope burns there as if she wasn’t the cause of it, nudges them towards it gently, four people emerging from someplace further into the tent who bowed their heads respectfully to Y/N when she began to speak. 

“Bathe,” she murmurs, “the servants will attend you. I believe I have three other spouses to deal with, and all of them are angry.” The last bit is something she mutters to herself, but Baji still hears it, and he begins to worry silently. He's shaken from these thoughts when gently hands pull at his clothes until they come off then push him towards the basin, Chifuyu at his side. 

“Get in quickly before the water cools, please!” one of the servants, clearly the youngest, squeaks with a smile so bright and sweet that, coupled with the fact that they haven't bathed in five weeks, they just can’t bring it upon themselves to deny her. 

The hot water is heavenly, and both Baji and Chifuyu sink into it all the way to the bottoms of their noses, soaking in the pleasant heat. More water is dunked on their heads, just a bit cooler than what they were soaking in, but still hot, and they sigh as fingers start massaging at their scalps, working out the dirt and sweat and hair grease that had built up over the five weeks the spent in the desert. Sweet-smelling oils and perfumes were poured into their hair and massaged into their skin, giving their hair and bodies the faint scent of flowers and honey that blended into their natural smell. After being persuaded into finally getting out, fluffy towels were wrapped around their bodies and their toes made little indents into the soft carpets surrounding the basin. Two of the four servants ran off and returned with new outfits, the cloth all white with gold thread seeing it together and pretty lengths of golden chains used to hold the top, as well as a new veil, up. Their hands are taken and dipped into bowls of warm milk, honey, and rose oil, and then their fingernails and toenails are painted black with the tiniest, most simple golden accents added. Gold chains are clipped carefully around their biceps and then are connected to the unattached sleeves that donned their forearms, and a single golden circlet is placed around each of their wrists and ankles before a similar one is locked around their necks.

“She will be pleased,” the eldest servant, clearly in her mid-fifties, says with a soft smile, and they bow towards them before quickly leaving. 

Wondering what on Earth they were meant to do now, they wander towards the exit only for their way to be barred by two spears wielded by men at least a foot and a half taller than them, so they back up and reenter the tents, wandering around and investigating everything — the bathroom, the room where the concubines had clearly been eating lunch, the room the other concubines had been sleeping in ( judging from the smell of perfume ). Next to a very comfy looking chair was a table made of some sort of dark wood, and on top of the table was a hefty stack of books of varying thicknesses, and beside the books was an unlit candle. Not too far away was another little table that bore several sparkling stones and a pretty teacup carved from a purple crystal, and in another corner was a table full of art supplies. Chifuyu really wanted to grab one of the books to read, but he paused when he realized that they belonged to Afua, who very obviously didn’t like them very much and who wouldn’t want him touching her things. 

It was good that they didn’t touch anything, because at that moment the three concubines re-entered the tents, followed by Y/N. They seemed to be in better moods, each holding something ( a stack of seven books was in Afua’s hands, for instance ) but Afua’s happy expression clearly darkened when she saw Chifuyu so close to her set of books. She strides forward quickly and gets close to Chifuyu, ignoring Baji’s protests. 

“If I find out that you’ve touched any of my things, I’ll gut you and feed your innards to the war dogs,” she hisses, her eyes filled with a vicious poison more potent than some tangible ones. With that, she places the new stack of books on the table and sits down in her chair hard, an air of aggression in her, then opens the book on top of the stack that she’d returned to the tents with and begins reading.  Swallowing hard, Chifuyu backs into Baji and they retreat from the beautiful ( but beyond terrifying ) woman, only to bump into one of the other concubines by mistake. 

It’s Amara, who huffs at them and storms off to the little table with the stones on it. She sits down in front of it and opens the leather pack that she’d come in with and begins to take more stones out, each as dazzling ( and some more so ) than the last. 

Aron they manage to avoid bothering in a new way, the man carrying his own bag over to the table with paint and chalk and charcoal and opening it to reveal little bottles of what looked like fresh paints. A soft smile upturns his lips, and he begins sorting everything out excitedly. 

“They’re gifts,” Baji whispers to Chifuyu, “when she leaves, she brings them back gifts.”

The realization washes over him instantly once Baji’s words register, and he understands. All of Afua’s books were gifts that Y/N had given her, all of the art supplies Aron was hoarding were presents, and every stone and crystal that Amara was holding up to the light and squealing over were as well. No wonder Afua had been so protective of her books, they were what she got for spending over a month alone, and likewise for the others. 

They’re both startled when Y/N advances on them, and they back away quickly. Baji goes so fast that he falls back on a heap of blankets and pillows, leaving Chifuyu alone above him as Y/N finally puts her hands on him. 

She presses her face into his neck and inhales deeply, grinning against his skin. “Y’smell good,” she rumbles into his neck, and he trembles as teeth drag across his neck, her incisors more the length of small fangs like his friend had scraping at sensitive spots on his skin before she pulls away with a chuckle and lets him fall backwards and down next Baji. 

“I won’t take you tonight,” she rumbles from her place standing above them simply, flashing them a simple grin. “because, by the time I do, you will beg me not to stop.” 

With that,,, she backs away from them, a heavy sway in the way she walked, and makes her way over to Afua, whose look of disdain their way immediately transforms into girlish excitement once she realizes that she’ll be the sole focus of the clan leader’s affections. The two other concubines who had been watching her interact with Baji and Chifuyu with fury burning in their eyes turn their gazes to Afua and Y/N, and while the angry look in their eyes isn’t as bright it’s still aggressive; it’s then that the two newcomers realize that even before they’d been stolen away it really was every concubine for themselves, and clearly Afua was the favorite. 

Afua quickly gets up and out of her chair then gently pushes Y/N into it, the barbarian queen allowing her body to carefully fall back onto the chair as Afua climbs up her body and straddles her, her breasts just below her chin from how close together they were. 

“So you did miss me then, Little Blade?“ she rumbles teasingly, referencing some conversation that Baji and Chifuyu weren’t a part of, and Afua just answers by needily locking their lips together and kissing Y/N deeply. One of Y/N’s hands gently grips her waist while the other comes up to cup Afua’s face as they kiss, her thumb rubbing across her cheekbone in a gentle, almost domestic caress that had the concubine sighing into her lips. Afua pulls away slowly, almost hesitant, and closes her eyes as she rests her forehead against Y/N’s. 

“Yes,” the woman in her lap breathes shakily, “I missed you.”

Months pass with them in the camp with Y/N and the concubines, and as the seven month mark passes they’re free to roam the encampment as they please. Just as the woman who had put their veils on for them said, coin purses are now always attached to the chains at their hips as well as a small knife for each of them. 

Throughout their time there they’d learned over drinks with a drunken Amara that Aron was selectively mute due to a competing clan attacking his old home  and that the reason Afua was called ‘Little Blade’ by Y/N was because the moment she’d been given the blade she had on a chain at her hips she’d drawn it against Y/N and had it pressed to the artery in her neck before any of the guards could stop her. 

Obviously the situation had been diffused, because otherwise Toman Village wouldn’t have been burnt to the ground. In the back of their minds that night both Baji and Chifuyu had wondered what the men and women that had gone out further inland to hunt for bigger, more impressive game than deer or boar thought when they came back to a village of nothing but ash and blood. Both talked about it and agreed that they must have been beyond upset; Chifuyu even wondered aloud his concerns of how Mikey and Pah must have felt when they came back and found Shinichiro, Emma, and Peh dead and Draken, Mitsuya, and Baji just… gone. 

Both hoped that they didn’t know Draken was dead too or what had happened to Mitsuya. 

Another plus side of the last seven months was that they were never forced to fuck her. She just let them… exist in her life without ever trying to corner them. She did let her touches linger at certain times, and occasionally they’d accidentally walk in on her fucking one of the original concubines in whatever room they’d gotten horny in. 

Because she isn’t fucking them, though, the other concubines make sure that they frequently take advantage of that and warm her bed every night, Afua more often than either of the others. Apparently she was dead set on remaining Y/N’s unspoken favorite, and she was succeeding. It was, in all honesty, how they’d gotten here, in fact. 

It was the middle of the night and they were both going to Y/N’s room to ask for another blanket when they’d walked past the sight of Y/N and Afua tangled together in Afua’s private room with the clan leader’s head buried between thick, dark thighs, feasting on what was normally hidden between them. Chifuyu and Baji watch in surprise as Afua grasps needily at Y/N’s shoulders, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and they’re so buried in watching them that they don’t notice that Afua’s head isn’t thrown back anymore. 

Instead her eyes, black as ink, are locked on Baji’s, and they narrow as Y/N’s grip on her thighs tightens, her face buried in the woman’s pussy and her tongue delving deeper and deeper inside. Baji’s pwn eyes widen in shock at the fact that they’ve been found out and he paws at Chifuyu to try to tell him. When Chifuyu looks up and sees Afua’s glare on him he shrinks back, still afraid of the first concubine, and she snorts. 

Suddenly her face contorts into a look of pure pleasure as she lets out a keening cry, one hand rushing up to cup her right breast and the other flying down to the back of Y/N’s head, pressing her lover’s face deeper into her soaking wet snatch. She twists one of her dark nipples between her well-manicured fingers, her hips stuttering up into Y/N’s talented mouth, and her eyes cross as an orgasm washes over her. The clan leader carefully pulls off of her sensitive, swollen cunt and crawls up her body, still not acknowledging the men watching in shock. Afua is, however, very much aware of their presence, and she tiredly puts a leg over Y/N’s middle and throws her arms around her neck as Y/N kisses her way down her own. 

Y/N’s wandering fingers find their way to her pussy again and Afua shrieks as Y/N presses them inside and curls them up into her swollen sweet spot, rolling her hips up into her hand and the two newcomer concubines completely forgotten. Continuing her movements in seconds, Y/N roughly presses her callused thumb against Afua’s swollen clit and begins rubbing hard, fast circles on and around it, enjoying the way the other woman writhed and cried. Tears had sprung up in her eyes from the pleasure and overstimulation, and as they rolled down her cheek Y/N licked them off, pulling more cries from Afua’s lips until finally the woman screamed long and louder than before and came all over her fingers. 

She fell back onto the bed after that, her ample chest heaving and fresh tears both running down her face and sparkling along her lash line. Her thighs trembled violently from the unintentional overstimulation as she felt Y/N’s hands carefully withdraw from her aching cunt ( her lover hadn’t been gentle with her ) and she mumbles out a quiet “Goodnight, Y/N, I love you,” that only the two of them could hear that earned her a gentle kiss to the back of her hand before curling up in bed to sleep. Y/N gets up and her eyes lock on the two peepers, who freeze again in fear. Now that she’d discovered them, what would she do?

“Whaddya need?” she asks lazily, surprising them, and their eyes go wide. 

“Cold,” Chifuyu answers quietly, “We — We got cold. Wanted another blanket.”

Y/N nods and leads them out of the room and over to a chest, which she opens to reveal is full of nice blankets. Still, she can’t hold herself back from teasing them even a little bit more before she sends them off back to bed. “Surely I could help you stay warm another way,” she purred playfully, bending down to grab a blanket, and behind her back they looked at each other and nodded. 

“Fine by me,” Baji says lazily, and the woman in front of them tenses. Unbeknownst to her, the two of them had come up with a plan over the last seven months: wind her up and make her wait, then fuck her until she’s so happy, sleepy, and cumdrunk that she doesn’t know that they’ve fled on horseback with food and water until they’re all the way back to the Bazaar. They’d planned for so long and cleared up any potential fuck ups that nothing could go wrong now; before the next month was over they’d be home. Hopefully Mikey, Pah, and the other survivors were still waiting for them — and maybe they’d even rescued Mitsuya and his sisters by now.

They tear their eyes from each other and discover that the whole time she’s been coolly studying them, her eyes dark and her pupils blown; an intelligence they hated to acknowledge glittered within them, and it burned them even more to realize that their village was destroyed by someone who clearly had carefully planned it out rather than by a senseless, empty-minded ambush. 

“Are you sure?” she asks finally after a lengthy silence, and it surprises them. She’d waited so long for them to come to her and ask for sex, and now that they were she was questioning it? It was almost offensive, and neither of them even liked her. 

“What, you don't want us?” Baji snaps, crossing his arms, and she shakes her head once. 

“It isn’t like that. What I want when it comes to something like this doesn’t matter. I want to know if the two of you want this,” she rumbles back, her eyes shining with some sort of knowledge that they didn’t understand. What could she possibly know about them that they didn’t?

“What do you mean?” Chifuyu asks quietly, sudden feelings of nervousness and hesitation washing over him. Something was wrong, and she knew it — but they did not. 

“I mean, are you absolutely sure this is what you want to do?” she asks softly, lifting one eyebrow in question. Both men swallow hard and nod. 

“We are,” Baji replies, feigning laziness. “We talked about it before we came to you, told one another that next time you offered yourself to us we’d go for it.”

He’s captured and held in her arms suddenly enough that he lets out a shocked cry, his eyes wide and his world spinning from how fast she’d moved. Chifuyu watches in shock from behind them, his eyes wide as Baji’s eyes roll back in pleasure from the feeling of her teeth on his neck, the cursed things digging into a sensitive spot that even he’d not found on himself on a night he’d explored his own body. She bites down hard and he lets out a whimpered cry of pleasure that sends blood racing down directly to both his and Chifuyu’s cocks. Chifuyu’s breathing begins to get heavier as he watches Baji slowly begin to roll his hips up into one of Y/N’s thighs, the hard drag clearly supplying some sort of friction to his otherwise ignored cock. 

Chifuyu lets out a squeak when one of the barbarian queen’s hands releases his friend and darts behind her own body to grab him by the hair, dragging him over and drawing small noises of appreciation from his throat at the feeling. She pulls him close and then tears her mouth from Baji’s neck so she can lock lips with Chifuyu, his moans swallowed up by her own mouth as she holds him close to her body. Baji’s still weakly thrusting against her leg, humping it like a desperate, rutting beast in heat; he’s not been able to blow off steam like this in months, so he’s beyond desperate to chase the high he so desperately craved. Chifuyu’s the same — neither had really so much as even jerked off in the past seven months, too busy planning their escape while adjusting to this strange new life amongst a vast tribe of people who’d murdered theirs and burnt their homes to the ground. 

A small shriek leaves Chifuyu’s lips as he’s lifted from the ground up into Y/N’s arms, and he whimpers as his aching cock drags up against her skin before stopping to rest against her stomach. “Come,” she murmurs, and Baji follows them both on shaky legs with one hand fisted around the calf area of Chifuyu’s black pants. 

They’re pulled into what they can only assume is Y/N’s actual bedroom, an area sealed off by partially translucent cloth that weaves in the breeze blowing in through the front entrance. A large mess of furs and cloth that could only be described as a nest is against the far wall of the tent, a mass of pillows and blankets topping it all off so it looked altogether like the most comfortable place to sleep that either of them had ever seen; in the back of Baji’s mind, he wonders why he’d not asked for even just a few more comforts like these instead of being stubborn and refusing pretty much everything she offered aside from necessities. Had they both been idiots for it?

She carries Chifuyu over to the nest-like bed before carefully plopping him down onto it, Baji following suit before both look up and watch her strip herself. She removed her shirt first, and their eyes lock on the way her breasts bounced and jiggled when freed from the constricting fabric of her armor. The movements of the fatty flesh were beyond mesmerizing, and the two almost forgot themselves in the wake of watching them do so — at least, until she removed her pants. 

She was unshaven but carefully trimmed, and silvery lines spanned her thighs in a beautiful pattern only she possessed; whether they were from growth spurts or not didn’t matter to either of them, they just wanted what she was tempting them with. 

She took her time crawling onto the bed and spreading her legs for them to reveal the slick slit between them, a lazy grin on her face as she watched their pupils grow so much they nearly encompassed their irises. One of her hands drifts down and begins drawing circles on her clit that are equally as lazy as the smile on her face, and she speaks in a slow, relaxed drawl. “Don’t be shy, pets, come on over — I can take you both,” she purrs lowly, her voice a deep rumble that made both men shiver when it reached their ears. Both? Of them? Together? At the same time?

“Yes,” she murrs gently, and they both stiffen with the realization that they’d been speaking their thoughts aloud. “Give me your cocks, pets, I can take you.”

For a moment they just stare at her, unsure. Neither of them was small in the slightest, and they knew it — would she really be okay?

Baji mentally shakes the thoughts he was sharing with Chifuyu out of his head. Y/N had kidnapped them, had killed and sold their people like livestock, and had made them her concubines against their will. Why should they feel bad for her? Why should they worry? Besides, surely she was wet enough; her pussy was practically dripping from her time with Afua, he could see it even in the dim candlelight. 

Yeah. It would be fine. 

“You heard her, ‘Fuyu,” he murmurs, beginning to undress himself all while never tearing his eyes from her — not even when he notices Chifuyu swing his head in his direction in blatant surprise. “Let’s do this together.”

He hears Chifuyu take a deep breath and start taking his own clothes off as well behind him as he slowly stalks forward, never taking his eyes move farther than her heaving chest or her soaking wet cunt even as he situates himself between her legs and moves aside slightly so Chifuyu can slot himself next to him. “How do we — how do we do this?” Chifuyu asks him quietly, and before Baji can answer that he didn’t know, Y/N replies for him. 

“Same time, side by side,” she murmurs, “Some like it one at a time to ease into it, but I’m in a bit of a rush.” Neither of them question her choice of words and instead just press closer to one another, the heads of their hardened cocks brushing against each other and stimulating them both with every move. 

Eager to keep control of the situation, Baji takes both of their cocks in one of his hands and presses their tips against her soaking wet entrance, swallowing hard at the feeling of a wet, velvety soft kiss enveloping his tip before biting down on his bottom lip hard as he presses them both inside her all at once. She growls at the feeling of her wet heat stretching to fit them both, but she doesn’t tell them to stop, so they don’t, and they both watch in avid fascination as the woman they knew to be beyond strong and powerful lets her head fall back and a pleasured moan fills the room. 

They sit there for a moment, soaking up the moment ( because they’re both more than sure this will be the only time it happens ), before Baji breaks it by pulling out and thrusting back inside quickly. It wins him a surprised cry from both Y/N and Chifuyu, sl he laughs a little and keeps going, grinning when  Chifuyu starts doing the same. Before long the three of them are a roiling mess of limbs, fluids, and cries of pleasure, the feelings overriding all of their senses. 

“F-Fuck yes, fuck me harder!” Y/N  moans, a slightly fuckdrunk half grin on her face as they messily thrust up into her messy cunt. 

“Yeah, you like it? You like it when we f-fuck your pussy?” Baji tries, and Y/N just laughs at him. It’s enough to surprise him into stilling long enough for her to use her strength to flip all three of them so she’s on top.

“You really think you’re in control?” she laughs, her eyes sparkling as she rides them both at the same time, “Nah…. Now kiss for me, lovers!” With  twin cries of pleasure falling from their mouths Baji and Chifuyu turn to each other where they’re laying against the furs and lock lips, Chifuyu’s hands coming up to fist themselves in Baji’s hair as the knot in his tummy grows more and more taut with each bounce of Y/N’s hips on top of his own, his whimpers getting swallowed up by his best friend as they grow higher and higher in pitch until finally he throws his head back and full on screams in ecstasy, what seems like endless ropes of cum shooting from his cock and filling her clenching cunt as he cums deep inside her. She lets out a pleased snarl and bites down hard on Baji’s neck, drawing blood and making his own moans twist into a high pitched wail as he bagan cumming himself, filling her up alongside a now limp, exhausted Chifuyu, and as his cock slowly begins softening inside her next to Chifuyu’s, she carefully pulls off of them both then crawls backwards down the nest bed until she stops between Baji’s legs. 

She kisses gently up his twitching, sensitive flesh. “Poor thing,” she rumbles against his thigh, “you’re completely fucked out, aren’t you? You’re my fuckdrunk little slut, aren’t you, Keisuke?” Baji keens for her in response as she follows up her words by taking his spent, oversensitive cock into her mouth and languidly beginning to suck on it, her eyes glittering with amusement as he whimpers and weakly struggles to get away from her touch. 

“N-No, too much — can’t-t, too much, can’t!” he whines, tears springing up in his eyes. Chifuyu’s already passed out next to him, quietly snoring as he struggles to escape her hot mouth. His oversensitive cock aches more and more with each gentle tug from the suction of her mouth, and he squirms and weakly pushes against her. He knew what she was doing, knew that she was doing this on purpose as some way to get back at him for trying to stay in control where he wasn’t supposed to be, but now he just wanted it to stop. He’d submit to her, he’d do anything, it was just too much!

With a loud, strangled cry he cums almost dry in her mouth, only two weak shots of cum going down her throat that make her laugh around him. He sobs at the feeling of the sudden vibrations, tears running down his cheeks as the pleasure shifts hard into pain. She pulls off of his over spent cock and climbs up his shaking body, boxing his in with her arms and leaning down so her lips brushed gently against the shell of his ear.  

“Never try to challenge me again,” she rumbles lowly, her words both just a statement as well as a threat before pulling back and gently kissing his cheek. “Now sleep — it’s been an eventful night for you.”

And for the first time in a long time, Baji couldn’t bring himself to argue, and all it took was around thirty seconds for darkness to overtake his vision with the last thing he saw being Y/N standing up beside the nest bed. 

The next morning, Baji blearily wipes away the annoying crust that had formed on the corners of his eyes overnight, lazily closing his eyes and pressing hard into Chifuyu where the other man was curled around him, greedily soaking in his warmth in the cool morning. The room still stank of the sex that they’d had the night before and he could feel the itchy discomfort that came with dried cum and spit covering his body; there was no doubt that Chifuyu would feel the same once he woke up. 

The sounds of the settlement outside reached his ears through the thick outsides of the massive tent they slept in, and with a resigned sigh he opens his eyes back up. There was no way he was getting back to sleep, and as Chifuyu whines and stirs against him he knows that he won’t be able to either. 

As Chifuyu slowly starts waking up, Baji takes the time to look around the room. There was no sign of Y/N being there anymore — no clothes, no weapons, no nothing; the only thing she’d left behind was her scent on the pillows.

After they both manage to draw themselves out of bed they share a hasty bath and get dressed quickly, both curious as to why Y/N didn’t stay with them until morning whether they wanted to admit it or not. 

They stagger into the communal area of the big tent and don’t see anyone, the one most noticeably absent being Y/N, and Chifuyu groans in annoyance. b

“I’m surprised the two of you are up so early,” a voice calls from across the room, and they both jump instinctively. Unfortunately their bodies don’t allow them to relax when they lock their eyes on Afua, who’s sitting in her chair with one of her new books while one of her personal servants stand dutifully behind her and twists and pulls her short hair into long braids that both of them were certain would pass her ass when she stood. The servants fingers are lightning quick and her eyes are solely focused on the black hair in front of herself, clearly devoted to her task — and she was very obviously used to it, considering how easily her fingers moved despite how complex the braids were to Baji and Chifuyu’s eyes. Every now and then ( though not frequently ) she’d pause to shake her hand before jumping eagerly back into her task, and Afua never looked up from her book as she did. 

Their attentions are regained when Afua begins speaking again. “You missed Y/N’s exit, just like Amara and Aron always do. They’re still asleep, but it seems almost shameful for them to be considering how well used the two of you were by Y/N last night.” Baji and Chifuyu’s faces burn in embarrassment, since they thought she was asleep, but Afua isn’t done. “If you’re going to wail like cum-thirsty whores, at least gag yourselves so I can sleep. Unlike Amara, I don’t enjoy lying awake listening to any of the other concubines getting fucked within an inch of their lives.”

The knowledge that Amara enjoyed listening to the other concubines having sex was not knowledge that either of them signed up for, but regardless of that and their shaky stammering Afua just turns to the next page in her book and ignores them. They slowly start to back away, ever wary of the two wickedly sharp knives that were sheathed on Afua’s soft looking thighs, when she lets out a soft noise that they’d never heard from her before before speaking again. “Oh, and I almost forgot — next time, I advise you to come up with something better if you want to fool Y/N. If you’d actually tried to sneak away like she knew you were planning, the guards would have probably just killed you. The tribe doesn’t like runaways.” They stare at her in horror for a moment, silent in their surprise ( and fear, if they were both completely honest ) that Y/N knew they were planning to escape. 

Chifuyu regains his voice first, though it’s shaky when he begins speaking. “She — She knew?!” he asks, completely shocked, and Afua just rolls her eyes. 

“Of course she knew what you were up to, you fucking idiot, she’s not stupid. Just because she wasn’t handsy with you and in your space doesn’t mean that she wasn’t keeping a close eye on you.” She rolls her eyes at the very thought, then buries herself in her book again as her servant continues working on her hair, this time completely done with the conversation. Baji and Chifuyu stagger out of the room and back to their own, both of them still in complete disbelief. She’d known. All these months spent planning and conniving the perfect method of escape, wasted because she’d known. 

“We’re never getting out of here,” Baji whispers, and Chifuyu remains silent, just thinking about his friend’s words. Baji was right — it had been the better part of an entire year since they’d seen Toman Village and her survivors. Maybe it was time that they resigned themselves to their fate and just… accepted that this was their home now. 

And if they eagerly accepted the gifts Y/N brought back from them when she returned home three weeks later  with gleeful shouting at her back ( though they hid such reactions )? That was their business, and theirs alone. 

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐨𝐜𝐭. 𝟏𝟕 ; 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 } 𝐛𝐲 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐂. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.

[lawscorazon]

Hi, uh, your 100 followers event, if it isn't taken or anything, could I get Luffy door 18 pretty please?

༺ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐘 “𝐘𝐄𝐒” - 𝐦. 𝐝. 𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 ༻

just one little word and things could be like this forever.

➴ pairing: luffy x gn reader

➴ genre: fluff

➴ content warning: none

➴ word count: 0.6k

a/n: this fic turned me into a luffy simp oops. thanks for joining my event! i hope you enjoy!!

The ship gently rocked over the calm seas lulling you into a tranquility paired perfectly with the food coma creeping up after a full dinner. The rest of the Strawhats were on the deck helping you celebrate your last night on the ship. You soaked up the warm energy, smiling to yourself as you leaned against the railing of the Going Merry, appreciating the way the silver light twinkled against the current and taking in the salty air. Closing your eyes, you embraced the cool wind that kissed your skin and tousled your hair.

A spirited giggle approached from your right, amused by your messy hair that was now tangled all over your face. Luffy took a spot next to you with his back against the railing, tilting his head back slightly to meet you face to face.

“Let me get that for you,” Luffy offered, gently smoothing your hair out of the way.

It was a cursory job, creating more tangles than detangling but you appreciated the sentiment. His warm fingers trailed over the skin of your face permeated into your heart causing the muscle to thump rapidly in your chest.

“Thanks,” you said, offering a genuine smile and smoothing out the rest of the tangles. “for everything” you added, layering the meaning of your words.

“What do you mean?” the pirate asked, cocking his head to the side.

“For saving me, for taking me home, all of it.” Your words were sincere. The Strawhats had done more for you than you could ever repay. You would never forget the kindness that they showed you over these last couple months. Tears dampened your eyes as gratitude overwhelmed you.

“It’s no problem. That’s what friends are for,” he said with a wide smile and another laugh.

“Friends…” you muttered under your breath. You were silent for a moment, trying to make sense of all your feelings. You were friends. You’ve never had many of them, but you found great comfort in the ones you made here. The laughs, the fights, the tears. You wished you could continue your adventures forever.

“You know… you don’t have to go,” he murmured, halting your rumination.

“Huh? But we’ll reach my island by morning.”

“Just stay a little longer.” he replied with a shrug of his shoulders, making it all sound so simple, so obvious. “I like having you here Y/N, everyone does.”

“I don’t understand,” you stuttered out, absolutely dumbfounded by his blatant confession. Your cheeks tingled as the blood rushed to your face, staining it an embarrassing shade of pink.

“I’m asking you to join my crew.” he clarified with a playful eye roll, amused by your befuddlement.

“I don’t know what to say…” Your eyes darted around, searching for an answer somewhere, anywhere.

“Then say ‘yes’” he offered, leaning into you slightly. He was mere inches from your face now, his warm breath fanning across on your lips. Staring at his face you could have sworn he was getting closer as his gaze flicked between your eyes and your lips.

You swallowed thickly. Your heart felt like it would crack through your ribs with how hard it was beating. Your lip wobbled as you panted out a breathless “yes,” nodding your head eagerly.

His gaze darkened and a faint smirk appeared on his lips before he turned his head swiftly letting out a boisterous cheer, now reanimated.

“HEY, NAMI! TURN THE SHIP AROUND. Y/N’S STAYING WITH US!”

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐲[・_・?]

𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚, 𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢

𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟<3

𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

( 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐢 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥!! 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 (: 𝐢𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 1-3 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞!)

𝐦 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮.

Osamu had came home after a long day of work, all he wanted to do is just sit down and relax with his family . He had a wife and 1 son, he heard the door open .

“𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮?? 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞?" Atsumu yelled

osamu was disappointed- he didn’t wanna deal with his annoying brother right now🥲 “𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐢'𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞!!" Osamu yelled back

“𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞!! "

“𝐔𝐠𝐡𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐞" osamu asked

“𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐨?!" Atsumu replied

𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒑 30 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓~

while osamu and atsumu waited for you and s/n to come out all they did was talk and argue . They were arguing until they both heard a door opening

“𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞!" You yelled

you walk to the living room seeing osamu and atsumu, you put your son the on floor gently “𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲? 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤!" You said to s/n.

“𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲! 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬!" S/n replied , that sentence made osamu’s heart softer .

You smiled and walked away to do something in the kitchen, while back to your son he looked . He forgot atsumu and osamu were twins, it’s been forever since he saw atsumu.

He walks up to atsumu, “𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲?" He asked nicely

“𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐦 𝐢?” Atsumu replying teasing , osamu glared at him. “𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲?" he asked osamu ( aka his real dad lmao) .

“𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐢 𝐚𝐦" osamu said , that was when his son was really confused. “𝐦-𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚!!𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀!!!!" S/n screamed .

“𝐡𝐮𝐡? 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝?" You asked your son, “𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫?" S/n asked

“𝐡𝐮𝐡? 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲?" You said while chuckled

okay that’s when he gave up, he started crying . Because all he wanted was to play with his dad🥺

“𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐞 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐞" s/n cried while he sat on the floor

osamu’s eye widen and quickly went to his son, “𝐢'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮!!" Osamu said hugging his kid

“𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!! 𝐰𝐡𝐲'𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞” his son said while hugging him

“𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲!! 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?"

his son just hold him tight. And osamu glared at atsumu , atsumu looks so good wearing red blush!!

𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐭( ˘ ³˘) (´◡`)

kuroo was stress today , he had to watch his kid , do his work, all he wanted was an nap. But his son wanted to spend time with Kuroo ( little does you know he likes kuroo more than you)

you were at grocery shopping, and left your son and kuroo home alone. Your son was bored , he wanted his dad attention. He loved his dad so much, he wanted more time with him . While kuroo was taking a nap your son went up to him.

“𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝! 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲??" S/n asked

“𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?" Kuroo replied

“𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚-"

“𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬/����!! 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢'𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?!" Kuroo snapped at his son

that hurts your sons feelings , he kept overthinking * what if dad hates me * * dad doesn’t love me anymore * * am I bad son?! I been good all year?* * what can I do for dad to love me again ?* all that kind of thoughts .

once you got home , kuroo helped you with the grocery’s . He notice that his son didn’t talk to him as much as he use too, you noticed too. When dinner time came he barley ate and just looked down.

“𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬/𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠?" You asked , kuroo looked at him as well. “𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐝." Your son replied

Kuroo started getting into serious mode, “𝐰𝐡𝐲?" You asked .

"𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭.." s/n said , “𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞?" Kuroo said while holding his sons shoulders.

You had a feeling kuroo had done something earlier, “ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧?! 𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!! 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞!!" Your son said starting to cry while hugging kuroo .

"𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨?" You said while your son is crying , kuroo told you what happened .

you sigh, “ 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬/𝐧 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡!! 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 ��𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲? 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞." Kuroo said hugging his son.

After that kuroo and his son just went back to normal, everything was fine. Kuroo was glad his son was happy again.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫.(●♡∀♡)

suna was sleeping all day today , his daughter was bored and wanted his attention since you were spending time at your friends house .

“ 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐞?" D/n asked , “𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐢𝐧 30 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬." Suna replied . Your daughter is an good kid so she waited . And waited . And waited . And it’s been 2 hours .

“𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰? 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.." your daughter asked .

“𝐍𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲? 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?" Suna said

"𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐲!! 𝐢 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐲" d/n said holding his arm.

" 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲? 𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞." Suna said

“𝐩𝐥𝐞-"

"𝐥/𝐧 𝐝/𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?! 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐝." Suna yelled .

your daughter nodded of sadness . She got scared of suna , she thought suna hated her.. 10 minutes later you came home! But you noticed the sad face on your daughter .

After dinner it was time for bed , your daughter usually sleep in your guys bed but she wanted to sleep in her own room. Suna was unsure what was going on until he eased dropped your guys conversation.

“𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞.?"

"𝐡𝐮𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡!"

" 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞."

That broke sunas heart . He never ment to hurt his little girl, he promised he do better for now on.

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠<3

Suna and d/n said good morning to each other .

"𝐝/𝐧. 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞."

Your daughter walks to suna

"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰?"

"𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠!!"

You watched as they played . And you actually joined along too, you glad you had an nice family (:

𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐡.

you were busy getting some errands done, while iwazumi and your daughter was just staying at home chilling . Iwazumi has been taking care of your guys daughter for the past 2 hours . You’ll be home in a hour or so

Your daughter has been watching tv and was really into spongebob. She had her spongebob clothes and everything. Iwazumi thought she needed a break because he doesn’t want his daughter just to be watching tv all day

“ 𝐝/𝐧. 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?”

“𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐛𝐛"

" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 , 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲? 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫"

"𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐛!" Your daughter said

While you guys were cooking iwazumi accidentally put his daughters comfort item away on the island , and it got dirty 😟...

Once you came home all of you guys ate , and your daughter has been looking for her comfort item . She found it but it was dirty...

So she started crying , “𝐝/𝐧?! 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠?" Iwazumi asked

“𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐛 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲𝐲𝐲!!" Your daughter cried

"𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮!!"

"𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐲." D/n said hugging her dad

You watched the momment about to teared up . You loved your family so much

[meme-loving-stuck]

hot diggity WOW I usually reply to comments as an excuse to self rb but this has a lot of comments!! and 𝐡 𝐢 𝐦 broke a thousand??? I love yall thank you for your acceptance of 𝐡 𝐞

if you're reading this... its your lucky day

[sohya]

KOMIII HOWRE YOU AND SOUYA DOINGGG?? I miss ya 🥺

AHH FAWN HI SOBS I MISS YOU TOO

i've been busy with uni and work and in my free time i cry over souya so i have a proper routine these days :')) and how are you and taiju doing :DD breaking beds i hope teehees

[sohya]

help your icon 'm crying 😭

thank youu it's very in tune w me :'))

[sohya]

ur pinned !!! it’s so creative omg i love it :o

omg new moot !! thank you ahh yours is so pretty as well i love it :'))